Chapter 14 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Answer?

I Won't Marry You!

"Hmm," Blaze said. "Your resistance makes my inevitable victory all the sweeter. I have indulged you so far—but know that your freedom to deny me is only a liberty I allow you, my pet."

Lois stuck out her chin, muscles working in her jaw. The chains about her wrists were heavy enough to use as a weapon. There had to be some way to escape...

Her stomach growled. She didn't know how long she had been here, but she hadn't had anything to eat since lunch. Then the drinks in the club, and even that seemed hours ago. The reporter bided her time, waiting for the rumbles to die down—but Blaze heard. The demon's hands clapped.

"You must be starving. Don't worry, pet. Mine is a rich table..."

Bidden by her whim, demonic servants brought forth a low table, and sat it at the foot of the demon queen's throne. Golden plates were brought forth, steaming with meats, dripping in spiced sauces; golden bowls where stalks of asparagus swam in lakes of melted butter; raw oysters quivering in the half-shell; mounds of dark chocolates; gleaming pitchers which poured dark wines in golden cups. All within reach of Lois. She leaned forward, nose quivering, silk skirt sliding against her legs...

Lois came up suddenly short. The collar at her neck drawing taut. She twisted, eyes filled with hate...and saw Blaze draw aside her own garment, to reveal the limp crimson cock resting atop the hairless scarlet testicles.

"I did not give you permission to eat. Yet." The demonic dickgirl said with a smile. "Give me a kiss...a taste of your lips...and I will let you fill your stomach."

Hunger and pride warred within Lois. It was **** to have such food almost at hand, to hold it at such an obscene ransom...but Lois knew that this was just a game for the demon. One that she was determined that Blaze would not win.