End: They Do Not Switch

The Star Sapphire ring blazed...and Lois Lane hesitated. She drew her hand to her chin to wipe the demon's juices into her mouth. The scarlet succubus hung there tense...waiting...purple stripes across the crimson cheeks of her ass. Pussy wet. Muscles in her arms and thighs bunched and unbunched. Primed. Excited.

Something burned in the reporter's brain...and right there in her hand was all she needed to give it shape. Violet light spilled out from the ring, and instinctively the reporter's left hand curved around a handle. The hard length of a tonfa pressed against her forearm. Smooth, bright, phallic in its simplicity.

"You know," Lois said. "You take it well."

She twirled the tonfa around and slid the longer part of the weapon between the demon's thighs.

Blaze shook her mane of black hair. Black lightning curled up her horns as she turned her head to look over her shoulder.

"I thought you wanted to be spanked," Blaze said. "I thought we were taking turns."

"I think I'm giving you what you really want," Lois said as she met the pure white eyes of the demon. "Admit it. When was the last time you came so hard? You like it when someone else is in control. Who punishes you like a bad girl should be."

White light spilled from the eyes. "You dare!? Let me fucking go, and I'll beat your ass black and blue!"

Lois slid the tonfa forward, the crimson shaft pressed right against the scarlet succubus' twat, until her fist punched hard into the bruised ass.

"Say the word," Lois said. "If you want to switch, then you have to admit defeat first. That you don't want this as much as I do. Say the safe word, or I'll punish you like the bitch you are."

Violet light flared. A domino mask settled on the reporter's face, and a shiver ran down the demon's spine.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Blaze. You've been **** women, haven't you?" Lois drew back the tonfa. The "blade" of the weapon pressed into the sensitive pussy, which became slathered with the demon's juices. The reporter ran it back and forth several times, twisted it so that the whole thing was good and wet. "Where are they?"

"I'm not telling you anything, do-gooder!" Blaze spat back, unable to keep the quiver of excitement from her voice. At a thought, the bonds on the demon's arms and legs tightened and the succubus gasped. Lois drew back the tonfa and pressed the tip against the demon's asshole.

"You'll talk, villain!" Lois said as she leaned into the roleplay element. "Or you'll suffer!"

Lois pressed forward...and Blaze stiffened, her whole body going taut, black lightning crackled from her horns into a kind of ebony halo as the first inch of the violet tonfa pierced the demon's rectum...

"Aaargh! Cunt! Cunting cunt!" Blaze screamed. "Do your worst!"

Lois grinned. It felt like the demon's ass was made of concrete. Yet with a thought, violet muscles appeared, overlaying the reporter's arm...and she pressed forward. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, the glowing, translucent baton disappeared between the crimson cheeks.

"Tell me!" Lois said. "Or do I have to shove this whole thing up your ass!"

In fact, it was half-way in before Blaze outlined her scheme...a brothel, women paying off their **** debts as the whores...and Lois had buried it until her knuckles brushed those bruised cheeks before the demon agreed to let them go...on one condition.

"I want..more," Blaze said. "I want you to be my personal domme."

"Alright, slut," Lois said. She wasn't sure how much more charge the Star Sapphire ring had, but the reporter knew she would think of something. "I suppose an evil cunt like you will need more than a little corporal punishment to tread the straight and narrow."

The reporter let go of the tonfa's handle...and stepped behind Blaze. Lois Lane panted eagerly as she impaled herself on the grip. The violet light flared and reshaped itself into a strap-on, bound across her hips.

"If you ever can't take it...you know the word," Lois said as she pulled her hips back and slammed the glowing pseudo-cock forward, which elicited a gasp of pleasure from the crimson lips.

At the beginning of her night out, Lois Lane would never have imagined herself fucking a demon up the ass with a glowing strap-on...yet now that she was here, she had to admit that there was nowhere else she'd rather be than right here, her hips slamming into the demon, her hand coming down to spank those bruised cheeks as the scarlet succubus moaned and writhed and begged for Lois to punish her harder.