Epilogue: Pierce Yourself

Lois Lane could have licked that asshole for hours. She had promised Blaze, and with her mother's soul at stake, the reporter was determined to fulfill that purpose, no matter how nasty the demon's demands began. Yet after a mere half an hour, the succubus's dark crimson anus was so clean that Lois could eat off it...and the demon herself, Lois could tell, was bored with the exercise. Which boded poorly for the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, given how many hours were left in the night.

"Enough."

The reporter paused, and Blaze slid forward, pulling her asshole off of Lois Lane's tongue. Lois sat there for a moment on her knees, tongue out...and then drew it back in. She could still taste the bitter, acrid flavor, though it had faded somewhat with repeated licking. Now all she could do was watch the demon and wait for her to come up with some new **** for her, all while Ella Lane hovered nearby, watching but unable to intervene.

"Humans can get used to anything," the demon said finally. "But how strong is your will, Lois?"

The demon snapped her fingers. There was a crack, as of thunder. On the bed between them was now a stainless steel tray, on which sat sealed and bagged medical instruments, sanitizing wipes, and gloves.

"Your breasts are beautiful," Blaze said, reaching back with one hand to finger her tender, saliva-soaked asshole. "Small, but shapely. Yet any great beauty deserves some ornament. I think you would look particularly sexy with nipple piercings."

Lois sucked in her breath. "You want to pierce my nipples!?"

Blaze smiled. "Oh no. I want you to pierce your nipples."

"Me!? But I don't know how—"

"No buts," the crimson lips split into a grin as she slid a finger into her slippery ass. "We have a deal, remember? You will pierce your nipples...or else your mother's soul is mine."

The reporter swallowed hard. Numbly, her hands found the latex gloves and pulled them on. Then she ripped open one of the sanitizing wipes and ran them over her nipples...the tiny pink nubs hard now, fully erect. The reporter could feel her heart raced inside her chest. She sorted out the sealed plastic bits...there was a needle...and small metal rods with screw-on beads. The reporter opened one...she wanted to have it ready...then picked up the needle.

A schlick-schlick-schlick sound came from Blaze as she fingered her asshole while watching the reporter's hands shake as she pulled the needle from its sterile packaging.

With one hand, Lois lifted her left breast. She tried to remember what she had seen of nipple piercings...where the bar went through, which is where she'd have to stick herself. Moved her thumb and forefinger up to squeeze the nipple. Down near the base seemed like the best place. The needle came up to touch the sensitive nub...

Blaze was panting gently as Lois took several long breaths to calm herself down. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the point of the nipple against her flesh. It was always worse when you knew it was going to hurt.

Lois **** her eyes open. Her hand was steady. This was the price.

Her mouth turned into a grimace as the needle slid in...and then through. The skin dimpled as the sharp needle pressed against the other side from beneath...and then the sliver of steel passed through, and a bead of bright red blood slid down from the wound. Hardly daring to breathe, Lois left the needle hanging in her nipple as she reached for the piercing. She placed the rod at the end of the needle and pushed it through...and once the end of it came into view she fiddled with the little metal balls, screwing them into place, bright red blood smearing the tips of her bright blue latex gloves.

A sort of elation went through Lois as she looked down at her bloody breast, the nipple hard, the pain burning sharply, like the first time she had gotten her ears pierced, yet more intense because her nipple was so much more sensitive. Blaze and her mother stared on, and Lois could tell that the demon was excited by the display.

"Now the other one," she huffed, and Lois saw that the demon had two fingers plunging in and out of her ass now, moving rapidly. The white teeth were showing, biting that plump red lower lip, utterly fixated on the sight of the reporter's wounded tit. A born sadist, if there ever was one.

Lois took another sanitizing wipe and cleaned the needle. Opened the other piercing. Same thing now...deep breath, calm, pinch her hard nipple, and go...

It was easier the second time. The reporter wondered whether she would keep these after tonight. After all, it wasn't that uncommon for a woman to have pierced nipples in this day and age. Strangely, Lois felt that little sense of elation again, when it was done...not enough to blot out the pain, but a kind of pleasant light-headedness, like when she was buzzed from ****.

"Lovely," the demon said, her ass making obscene sounds as her fingers delved deep again and again. "Inspiring, too. I wonder what else we can do, while we're here tonight..."

The reporter waited, her nipples stinging...yet a part of her couldn't deny a certain anticipation. How would the demon defile her next?