End: They Switch

For a moment, Lois Lane hesitated. She had the ring. She could try to hold Blaze here, to sexually **** the demon until she gave in to the reporter's demands. Yet if she did that, then there was no chance that Blaze would ever trust her.

All things are possible through love, the reporter told herself, as the violet crystals holding Blaze in place melted away. The demon straightened, a strange look in her eyes as Lois stepped past her to assume the position. The desk was still warm where Blaze's breasts had pressed against it.

"For a moment," the scarlet succubus said. "I thought you were going to try and hold me there."

"That isn't what we agreed," Lois said. She waggled her ass. The demon gathered the reporter's costume in one hand and pulled. The reporter gasped as the crotch-piece narrowed to a string, splitting her shaved labia in two.

Blaze summoned no chains, no paddle. Her naked hand came down on the reporter's rump, with the wet smack of flesh against flesh. A shock ran through Lois lane's spine...a flash of numbness...swiftly followed by a warmth and pain, as blood flooded the wounded buttocks, and the sensitive genitals underneath.

The hand came down again, and again, and again. The ring on the reporter's finger burned, the costume tore, and Blaze pinned the reporter down against the desk with one hand while the other wailed on her ass. Tears ran down Lois Lane's face as the pain built...her ass burned, her pussy ached and quivered. She lost track of how many strikes Blaze was giving to her. Wet trails ran down from her pussy as the reporter's breath came in little gasps, heart pounding. Her whole ass felt on fire, and her cunt, her cunt...!

Blaze's thumb slid into the sopping gash. Her teeth bit against the bruised buttocks, and Lois cried out as the demon moved her hand back and forth, fucking the reporter's cunny with her thumb, rubbing her clit with those scarlet fingers...and Lois held onto the desk with all her might and felt her body let loose, a wet trickle splashing down as the reporter gave a long, quavering cry....and when Blaze finally pulled her hand free, and Lois drew herself up, stooped a little because of the pain in her ass, the demon was sucking the juices off her thumb, those pure white eyes glowing bright.

"You please me, Lois Lane. I like the way you cum. I think I shall grant you a boon, for this service. What would you of me?"

Lois licked her lips. "I came here to find these missing women..."

Quickly, Lois explained her purpose here...and the demon's eyes narrowed as she found out quite how much that the reporter had discovered about her operation.

"...so if I had a boon, I would ask that the women be set free. No one should be **** into sex work against their wish."

The scarlet succubus glowered...and Lois stepped forward her hands slipping around the demon's waist.

"And if I had two boons, I might ask that we do this again sometime. I think I like being on the receiving end."

The demon smiled. Not her little Mona Lisa smile, but a Cheshire cat grin that spread abnormally wide.

"You take it well. Very well, Lois. Your boon will be granted. The women will be freed. And tomorrow night..." The demon cupped the reporter's pussy in her hand. "...it will be my pleasure to make you cum, again and again. And perhaps..." she leaned forward. "...you can spank me. A little."

They sealed the deal with a kiss. Lois Lane let herself melt into that embrace, her tongue giving as good as it got, knowing that Blaze liked a challenge...and wondering what, now that her long, strange night out was over, what the future would hold. Knowing only that it would include both pleasure and pain.