Epilogue: Drastic Measures

The latex straitjacket kept the demon's arms bound behind her back. The ballgag kept her from whining. The crimson cheeks of her ass were wet and shiny in the middle, from where Lois had lubed up the tight little pucker.

"Four minutes and thirty-six seconds," Lois said, and Blaze's cheeks burned in embarrassment as Lois read out her best time. Even after a month of trying, the demon just couldn't help going off prematurely.

Which is why the device like a suction cup was clamped around her swollen glans, and heavy metal rings squeezed into the scarlet flesh at the base of her erect cock, and her aching balls. From the tip of the cup a clear plastic tube reached back, between the demon's legs, to the base of the custom piece of kit that Lois Lane was in the process of sliding into herself.

It looked, at first glance, a bit like some heavy-duty mountaineering harness equipment. All black nylon and carbon fiber stays, adjustable belts and utility loops, designed to clamp firmly but comfortably around the waist and upper thighs...except there was a slim, smooth, slightly curved black silicone dildo which was positioned to slip deep into the wearer's pussy...and the plastic tube from Blaze's cock connected to the base, ran all the way up the hollow shaft to the tip, which would be positioned very near the wearer's cervix.

There was a triangular frontispiece with metal rings where a strap-on could be clamped.

The strap-on Lois had chosen had been molded from Blaze's own dick. Lois Lane poured a bit more lube over the silicone. Her plan wasn't to hurt her lover, after all. But enough was enough. If Blaze couldn't last long enough for Lois to get a single orgasm, then it was time for the reporter to take matters into her own hands.

"I'm going to fuck my babies out of you," Lois declared as she slowly spread the cheeks of Blaze's ass.

Down below was the demon's oft-neglected pussy. Lois ignored it. Her interest was solely in her lover's prostate. The reporter pressed the tip firmly against the tiny asshole. Slippery as both strap-on and hole were, the tip flailed around a bit. Lois had to press her thumb hard into the red flesh, basically pry the asshole open enough for her to get the tip of the dick in...and Blaze endured it all, as her ass was slowly stretched open. The tight muscle giving way beneath the the mass of the fake dick and the strength of Lois pressing her body against it. Pure white eyes burned bright as the cock stretched her tight little fuckhole open...and the demon gave a muffled cry in shame and embarrassment as her cock exploded, mere seconds into getting her ass fucked.

Lois paused, and rubbed her sweaty palms on her lover's ass as black goo filled the cup around Blaze's cockhead...and a line of ebony jizz began to travel down the clear plastic tube.

"Let it out, babe," the reporter said as she gave the demon time to adjust to having her asshole split open. "Let it all out. Don't hold back. Cum as many times as you like. Because this time, it doesn't matter how hard or soft you are. We're not stopping until I'm satisfied and full."

To emphasize her point, Lois slid her hands around to clutch onto the slim red hips. She eased herself forward, to push the cock deeper into Blaze's butt. The base of the strap-on pressed against the reporter's clit, the smooth dildo inside of her rubbed almost uncomfortably deep...and if it wasn't quite how Lois Lane had hoped their love life would be, it was adequate.

I can work with this, Lois told herself as she slowly drew the cock back, and watched the black silicone almost tug the insides of Blaze's ass out with it. I can cum from this.

What Blaze lacked in stamina, she made up for in the speed and quantity of her production. It wasn't ten minutes of sweaty pumping later, with Lois gasping and bottoming out against her lover's crimson cheeks, that Blaze's limp cock jumped and spurted once more. The added pressure pushed the line of black jism up the tube until it disappeared inside Lois Lane...and the thought of that aroused Lois like nothing else.

The reporter's hands caught at Blaze's shoulders as she thrust deep into the demon's depths and started to grind her hips against her. The demon gave a muffled moan around her ball-gag as Lois furiously frigged herself against the base of the strap-on, which in turn crushed and squeezed the demon's prostate. The cock, half-erect, jumped and shivered as sticky black ropes squeezed out of her urethra.

Somewhere, deep inside of Lois, she could feel the strange and terrible liquid heat fill her depths.

Lois didn't stop. Blaze's ass was hers, and Blaze's cum was hers. The reporter humped with a single-minded frenzy, the agitated state of someone who has been denied their sexual release for too long. The demon sank her horned head into the pillow of their bed, to fill her nostrils with Lois' scent as her mortal lover used her a dog might use a pillow. If any of Blaze's infernal adversaries could see her now, the demon would have died of embarrassment...but in the privacy of their shared apartment, the demon came to a realization more terrible than any other:

She liked it.

Subject to all the training and discipline that Lois Lane could device, some of which neared **** in their fiendishness, Blaze could not help but feel the terrible power of the reporter's will...and there was something so satisfying to give herself into it. She found herself, for the first time, squeezing her internal muscles, trying to cum more. her eyes fixed on the bulb around her dangling bell-end, **** to ejaculate more, to fill Lois Lane's womb up with her Satanic semen...released now from the need to try and hold back, the embarrassment at not being able to hold her load to pleasure Lois like a dickgirl should, Blaze resigned herself to satisifaction in pleasuring Lois in a new way: as her bitch.

"Come on, love!" Lois moaned, an hour later, her hips aching from the unfamiliar exercise, her cunny rubbed raw, streamers of black jizz overflowing from her packed pussy streaming down her thighs. "One more...one more load for mommy..."

Her hands pressed into the scarlet flesh desperately, hungrily, far rougher than before...and Lois drew the strap-on out in long, slow strokes that made the demon's flaccid dick jump and her hefty balls tighten. The tip of the fat silicone pecker ran roughly over the demon's prostate, and the black jizz had given way to a greyish ooze...and then Blaze half-screamed as her battered and bruised bollocks squeezed so tight it felt like they were trying to crawl up into her body...and a last burst of jet-black jism oozed painfully out of her cock.

Lois Lane collapsed onto her lover's back, the strap-on still buried in Blaze's ass. The reporter closed her tired eyes.

"That'll do, pig," she said. "That'll do."

Yet in her heart...Lois Lane half-hoped she was wrong. Fucking Blaze's ass had been the most fun she'd had in weeks.