Lois & Blaze read "Lindsey Shepard: The Path To Justice" by Unknown7

"Okay sweetmeat, so in this scene, you slowly feed a straw into the pisshole of my erect cock, watching the soft skin on the underside of my swollen fuckmeat distend as the urethra is **** open, and when just a bit is left above my quivering, veiny rod, you press your lips against the tip and suck the sperm right out of my aching balls."

Lois Lane tapped at her tablet. "Didn't we do that one last week?"

"No," Blaze, the dickgirl demon, said. A bit of agitation crept into her voice. "Last week I fucked your ass until it was raw and gaping, then I poured and drank a smoothie out of it."

"Right, right," the reporter sighed. "I knew it was something to do with a straw. Do you ever feel like we're in a bit of a rut, Angie?"

The demon leaned back in her chair. Once again they were in the spaces between the pages, stealing a bit of time in between the chapters of their own story. In the endless white void that represented all the creative possibilities that were or ever could be, they'd managed to carve out a small breakroom. There was a table, and chairs, and a coffee pot. Neither of them bothered with clothes today, and sat naked as the coffee brewed, Lois reading stories on CHYOA, and Blaze reading scripts for upcoming chapters.

"I think you're more engaged with that tablet than you are when I fuck you in the ear. So what are you reading, that has you so distracted?" The scarlet succubus said.

"'Lindsey Shepard's The Path to Justice', by Unknown7," the naked reporter read aloud. "Which is, apparently, a long branch off of the story 'Cursed Punishment' whose creator apparently deleted their account. It's the same story that has Gambio's 'Hard Candy,' which we also need to review at some point."

The demon snorted. She let her pure white eyes run all over the reporter's naked body, as if wondering where to stick her cock.

"Fuck her. What has she done for us lately?" Blaze said.

"Well, the reviews have probably helped drive traffic to our story quite a bit. Unknown7 has done quite a bit of reviewing too." Lois added. "Look, if I promise to do a sex act we haven't done yet, will you do this with me? I'll even include straws."

"Deal," Blaze said.

Which is how, several minutes later, Lois and Blaze had moved their chairs to sit facing each other, their knees almost touching. Lois Lane had a cock again...which, strictly for the purpose of this scene, was as long as Blaze's, though a little thinner...and a plastic straw connected the two rigid heads.

"So...we jerk off and the winner cums in the loser's balls?" Blaze said. "I like it!"

"Yes, but we can only edge until we finish the story," Lois said. "Now then, we begin with..."

"Go fuck yourself" said Lindsey.
Suddenly Gina found herself masturbating.

"Strong start," Blaze said, her scarlet thumb and forefinger in a circle, running up and down her shaft. The tip of the straw tickled something at the base of her cock, like an itch she could finally scratch.

"Most of it is written in that kind of style," Lois noted, lifting her balls up with her left hand to finger the slit still under there. "I'd say 'Poor Gina,' but honestly I think at this point she's one of the universe's bitches."

"I wish there was a bit more description," the demon said as she read through the chapters. "I mean, it's one thing to tell Gina to piss herself, and Gina pisses herself, but what does it feel like for Gina to piss herself? How does Gina feel about being made to piss herself? I think there's a great deal to the inner life of the characters which we're just not seeing. Plus, you know, most of the time I have no idea where the hell anything is taking place."

"There isn't much effort to set a scene," Lois admitted. Her fingers squeezed her balls, and the reporter bit her lower lip, shaft trembling. "The whipping and beating scenes...well, we can't throw stones. Zeebop does all that 'SMACK!' and 'CRACK!' business himself, although he usually tries to expand on the damage done, physical and emotional."

"It's very quick and dirty," Blaze squeezed her cock around the swollen, purplish head. She could actually feel the hardness of the tube through her sensitive cock-skin. "I mean, most of the chapters end with 'What's Next?' Not actually setting up any branches."

"There are branches, though," Lois pointed out. "Just very far down. I suspect, because we haven't read Hard Candy or some of the other branches, that there's a bit of nuance in this that we aren't seeing. References and things."

"Basically, you think this is fanfic," Blaze let her gaze drop from the page to where Lois was running her fingers up her own shaft. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Masturbating," Lois shot back.

"Badly. Lilith's tits, give that here," Blaze reached over with her right hand and grabbed the reporter's cock, keeping her left on her own prick. "You read, I'll stroke."

Frank saw Lindsey's point. Gina sucked his cock. Frank's cum exploded in Gina's face. Neither Gina, Lindsey nor Susan could believe the guy had so much cum in him.

"Not exactly steamy," the reporter said. "And we're only on Day 4."

Their knees were touching now, Blaze bent over and doing her best to do two things at once. The purple mushroom tips were almost touching, connected by the transparent bridge of the straw.

"Well, nobody's perfect," Lois felt a flush come to her cheeks...Blaze really was better at this, but then she normally had a cock more often than Lois did. "Is still feels like this would almost have been better as a branch off of Hard Candy itself than a separate storyline, but we can't throw stones in that regard."

"Hmm-hmm," Blaze hummed. The demon was sliding forward, slowly forcing the naked reporter's legs apart. The transparent straw was shortening between them, **** millimeter by millimeter deeper into both dicks.

"The chapter on the chess club is okay. I mean, it's got length, at least. Most of these chapters aren't very long. But a bit of interaction, some development. I think a lot of it is that this whole story, and I mean that for all of Cursed Punishment, not just this branch, seems to involve terrible people doing bad things to each other, and almost every character is such an absolute cunt that you can't really feel bad for any of them," the reporter said...and then grunted in discomfort. She looked away from the tablet for a moment.

The tips of the two cocks were touching, the swollen skin pressed into each other. Blaze looked proud.

"You know, in real life we'd probably tear our urethras doing this and end up in the emergency room pissing blood," Lois noticed.

"In our own story, I'd fuck your cockhole until it split and impregnate your balls," Blaze said happily. "So what Lindsey Shepard is the main character in this, right?"

"Yes," Lois said. "Or at least, Chief Bitch. The drama between these young women, all of whom are 18 and thus legal, is as bad as actual highschool. Only with more spanking, and poor Cutie/Frank."

"I hope you've learned your lesson, riceball"

"The hell?" Blaze said. She had gone back to stroking. Clear precum was flowing around the kissing cocks, their fluids mingling together.

"It's a slur, I guess," Lois said. "Although I had to check the Racial Slur Database. That feels kind of unnecessary."

"This whole story is unnecessary!" the demon said, shaking her horned head. "I mean, we've got a story where a bunch of 18-year-old girls spank and whip each other, **** their friends to suck cock and piss themselves, and it's about as erotic as jerking off with a generic store-brand hotdog bun."

"Don't be rude," Lois said. "Unknown7 has put a lot of work into this! Although it does get...a bit repetitive with the caning. WHACK!, scream, WHACK!, sob, I feel like we should re-write one of these scenes or chapters just to show them there's more that can be done with these ideas."

She read on. Blaze fapped.

"Some people need to be cut" said Lindsey, "this is why its important we, the good half of the human race, take over so we can finally end evil and turn the entire world into a utopia"

"I feel like maybe this is as close as we get to some sort of insight into why Lindsey does...what she does," Lois said. The reporter was trembling now, the veins standing out on her throbbing cock, and the erection had lasted well past the point where it was pleasurable. Her urethra felt like it was on fire. "It's not that she's good, exactly, but she definitely doesn't see herself as the villain in this scenario...and maybe she isn't, not with all the other mad bitches like Marcie and Gina there."

"I think I need a scorecard," Blaze grunted. "I've lost track of who hasn't been whipped. Although I think Frank still hasn't got laid yet?"

"Had his cock sucked at one point," Lois said. "Hrgh. I don't want to think about that. A pair of lips on my prick would feel really good right now."

"No cumming until we finish," the demon said resolutely. "That's the game. You cum too fast, you lose."

"Right, right...it figures Lindsey & Susan would find some way to cockblock us."

Frank and his twin sister, Fiona, got home to find their mother waiting for them, holding a whip.
"Take off your clothes both of you"
Frank and Fiona stripped naked. Apart from their genetical parts, the two looked identical. This was what their mother wanted. She made sure that Frank was slender and girly looking. The two were sent to the basement and tied to a whipping post.
CRACK!
Frank and Fiona screamed in pain.
CRACK!
Their mother whipped them both until they passed out.

"See, that was the entire chapter. That's sad and pathetic," Blaze said.

"I mean, what did you want to happen?" Lois said. "Frank to mount Fiona from behind while their mother whips them both, trying to breed an **** baby? Wrong fucking story for that! Probably."

"No, but I mean...give it a little more effort! Talk about how the mother laid the lash against his hairless balls, rubbed herself in between the strokes. Fiona should squirt as she was **** to orgasm while her buttocks were covered with red and purple stripes! Or Frank could spurt his pathetic seed onto the wall like a good little masochist. Or even play it straight and talk about the horror and resignation they feel...the scars from previous whippings...a thousand words could have been spent on that scene, easily," Blaze said, huffing now, her forearms tired from al the stroking.

"I think if you're trying to get off to this," Lois said. "You're missing the point."

"Okay, their leader, Lena, molested her sister" said Ghost.
"Lauren molests her sister. This isn't going to mean anything" said Lindsey.
"Lena's sister was... very young"

"I guess even evil has its standards," Lois said. She was leaning backward now, pushing her cockhead against Blaze's. Her balls were drawn up tight, and the reporter was on the edge of her seat and trembling.

"D-damn right," Blaze said. "Child molesters in hell, we hold an auction to see who gets to **** those assholes."

"K-kind of ballsy to bring it up, though," Lois said. "I mean, it doesn't break the rules, but it definitely gets people's attention."

Lois shook her head. She read on.

"Chapter 70," the dickgirl reporter said, "Day 34: The Sci-Fi Club. I know this is a lot deeper than any chapter in our story has ever gotten, but it feels like any given branch in our story has more words per capita."

"Less bitching, more reading," Blaze said, her hands white-knuckled about the twin shafts. "I'm...getting close."

Lois quickly scanned through the next few chapters, reading them aloud to Blaze as the demon jerked them both off, balls aching, **** for this to end...and then the reporter paused.

"Great Ceasar's ghost," she said. "74 chapters in, and we have our first choice!"

"Just go for the first choice, it's a trap," Blaze said, her voice tense.

"But are you sure..."

"Just keep reading, you beautiful bitch!" The demon snarled, spittle flecking their cockheads. "I'm fapping so hard I'm about to rip a bit of skin off my dick, so keep reading!"

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"...I think Unknown7 lost track of their own plot," Lois said. "It's the end. Or a reboot. Bit of an anticlima-a-a-AH!"

Black fluid burst from the demon's dick, through the clear straw. Lois Lane froze in terrible horror as the pressure in her own body suddenly increased, the demonic jizz pouring into her seminal vesicle at such pressure that the poor organ began to swell like a balloon. The tendons were taut in the demon's neck, face locked in a terrible grimace as she finally unloaded herself into the poor reporter.

"Aagh," Lois managed, nearly slipping out of her chair, cross-eyed and stiff-pricked.

"...and that," Blaze said with an exhausted sigh, "Was Lindsey Shepard's The Path to Justice. A story which...ended up with pretty much everyone dead and nobody really having any fun. But, you know what they say...different strokes for different folks. Until next time..."

Blaze pushed herself back. The straw slid out of her prick, the urethra clinging to the clear walls. The lips of her pisshole were an angry purple, streaked with red...and when the straw finally popped free, the gaping urethra did not close, but stayed open, gasping like a dying fish, oozing black cream. The demon quickly caught the tip of the straw...and with a cruel smile, bent it toward the reporter's mouth.

"Hey, Lois...remember that idea I had at the beginning?"