Epilogue: Submission

Her chains were made of gold.

Scarlet nails scratched thin lines down from her breasts.

One word, Lois Lane knew. One word and Superman would come to save her.

Except she didn't want to be saved.

A tongue rough as sandpaper, like a cat's, ran over the reporter's shoulder. Lois shivered. She was on her knees, the arms shackled above her head, the collar bound to the post. A gold rod connected her ankles behind the post, so that her whole body was arched forward. The reporter couldn't close her legs even if she wanted to.

Angelica's thumb **** itself between her lips. Pulled her jaw open. Lois Lane stared into those pure dark eyes.

"Time for your medicine," Blaze purred.

Lois didn't resist her mistress. She wondered what it would be this time. Angie liked to make it a surprise. At first, it had just been cannabis edibles. Then ecstasy. A line of cocaine. Once Lois had gotten over the surprise, she had started to look forward to it. Just one more submission to her mistress...

She hadn't told Angie about the baby. The nausea hadn't hit her yet, but she was late, and she'd done the test this morning...Lois still wasn't sure if she was going to keep it. Being pregnant would change their games...and Lois didn't know if she wanted that. If she was ready to give up these little interludes, with all their risks and rewards.

It seemed to dissolve on her tongue. Like a blot of sugar candy. Blaze closed her mouth and held it shut, her eyes boring into the reporter.

"That," she said, "is LSD."

The bound woman's violet eyes grew wide. She swallowed involuntarily, her heart started to race.

"I know. You've never taken it before," Blaze flashed that Mona Lisa smile. "But I am here for you. I will be here, as it sets in, and all during your little acid trip. No harm will come to you, Lois. Because you are...precious to me."

The free hand slipped between the reporter's thighs. Two fingers shoved roughly into her cunt, making Lois arch her back, pressing her small breasts forward. Maybe it was her imagination that Lois felt a spot on her tongue that seemed to burn. She wondered how long it would take for it to come on, what it would be like...and Blaze simply held her, fingered her, testing the limits of her pussy, getting her wet and ready...but playing the reporter's body like an instrument, never letting her cum, always freezing in place when Lois was at the cusp, until the excitement died down, leaving Lois hot and wet and wanting more.

Lois had heard of people seeing dragons. Walls melting. Of falling into cosmic abysses, realizing the unity of all things, ascending through astral planes and meeting God. None of that happened. Except...

Shadows darkened around Blaze's eyes. The pupils and iris faded, and Lois stared forward in single-minded fascination as those familiar dark eyes became white eye-shaped holes in pits of darkness. Blood **** itself out of the pores of her lover's skin, bright red blood that spread across the woman's face and changed it. The bones were the same, but the flesh was leaner, the features sharper. Dark nubs pushed themselves up from Angelica's forehead, erupting forward so that the skin curled around the bases, the horns themselves smooth and rearing back. The familiar smile remained, but when she opened her mouth Lois caught sight of rows of sharpened fangs, caught black sparks playing over the skin.

The demon moved closer to Lois, rubbing her body against hers, and Lois felt the shock of static electricity. Taloned hands gripped the reporter's ass and lifted her along the pole. The head of Angelica's cock pressed against the entrance of her cunt, and Lois knew she couldn't get away...and her body shivered in excitement, in need...

"Tell me," Blaze hissed, and a black corona of lightning circled her head like a halo. "Your deepest, darkest secret."

Maybe it was the ****. Or perhaps it was only that Lois Lane had already surrendered so much of herself into Angelica's hands, that this last little submission was nothing.

"I'm pregnant," Lois swallowed, mouth suddenly tasting like battery acid. The lights in the room were hazy and magical to Lois lane's vision, like stolen souls that burned for eternity, and she couldn't stop shaking. "I...I just found out today..."

Blaze pushed forward. Her cock slid up inside of the reporter's hole. It felt bigger than normal...like it was splitting her in two. Lois swore she could feel little nubs and spines on the cock, scraping the insides of her pussy. She knew that had to be the ****, but it felt so real!

"You didn't tell me," Angie said. "How do you feel about that?"

"I...I don't know..." Lois tried to work up some saliva, her mouth suddenly so dry it was hard to talk. "I don't know if I'm going to keep it. I don't want...I don't want things to change."

Breasts to breast now, the pole digging into Lois Lane's back, and she was trapped between a rock and a hard cock, unable to move, to turn her head away from those weirdly hypnotic pure white eyes.

"Nothing changes," Angelica said. Lois groaned and shuddered. She was sweating, and their tits were crushed together. The reporter could almost feel a throb in her stomach, right below her navel, and she didn't know if that was her womb or how deep the dickgirl's cock had pushed inside of her. "You will carry our child to term. And I will be there with you...every step of the way. There will be no escape..."

The demon's mouth closed over Lois Lane's. The reporter moaned as the tongue pushed itself into her throat, the hot sticky saliva filling her mouth until she thought she would drown...and those taloned hands scraped over the reporter's naked body, the cock lurched in and out of her pussy.

One word. Lois knew she could scream one word, and Superman would come and rescue her.

Except the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had no desire to be rescued.