Her Feet Are Caught

It was like stepping into warm, soft mud. Lois looked down and saw that crimson flesh had seized around her feet, muscles clinging tightly at the pale ankles. The reporter frowned, pulled...but the suction was too great. Heart pounding rapidly, cunt and ass still lodged on the pair of dicks that had sprouted from atop the Blaze-ball, Lois Lane felt that sudden surge of fear and apprehension of being trapped.

Her hands braced against the living, surface of the ball, hoping to get some leverage with which to pry out her foot...and as she felt the soft skin of the giant testicle give beneath her, the reporter realized that Blaze had been counting on that.

Warm red flesh clamped tight around the reporter's wrists...and Lois frantically struggled, thrashing and twisting, but her ankles and wrists held firm inside the hot pockets of flesh, and her pussy and ass ached as she tried to pull herself off the invading dicks.

Minutes went by in the frenzy, Lois even raising and lowering her hips, trying to lift her ass up enough so that at least one of the cocks would slip out of her...but it was pointless.

Or maybe, Lois thought darkly, the cocks are growing longer so that they stay inside of me?

It was not a good thought. The reporter cursed herself for her hubris. She should have run or called for help while she had a chance. Now she was at the Blaze-ball's mercy...although as Lois paused to catch her breath, she realized that the demonic beast wasn't actually doing anything. The rigid dicks were still double penetrating her, but it wasn't moving, other than the usual pulsing that the sack did.

Lois took a deep breath and let it out.

If Blaze isn't active, maybe it's a reflex thing...maybe I'm not totally fucked. Just need to get some leverage...or maybe some help...

The reporter spied her phone, on the table next to the bed. She licked her lips. Using her arms and legs as leverage, she wobbled back and forth. The demon-ball made their conjoined form bottom-heavy, but Blaze wasn't rooted to the bed.

All I need to do is inch my way over there...fall down on my side...hit speed dial with my nose...and I can get Zatanna to come help me. Lois thought. Simple. What could go wrong?