Lois Does Not Play Along

Satanic salon. Literal succubus saying she had an appointment. Body still under the effects of the **** that Tyrell had dosed her with. Lois Lane did the math in a heartbeat.

"Nope!" Lois twisted, turned, and touched the black mirror that had been her way in...

...only to touch warm, smooth, glass. Nothing happened. The reporter stared at her reflection, confused...and then a pair of red hands closed over her wrists.

"Sorry sweetmeat, but my world, my rules. You came here of your own accord...but you're not leaving until I say so," the demon spun Lois around, the reporter suddenly dizzy. At the apex of the arc the succubus let go, so that Lois fell backwards into a chair.

The straps slipped over her wrists, ankles, and neck automatically.

"Normally I'd give you a monologue about my whole plan, and seduce you into submitting to my version of the Stepford process of your own will," the demon said as she stepped toward the reporter, who was already wiggling and trying to free herself of the chair. "But you already have a buyer. I only mentioned your name, and she absolutely insisted she had to have you. She was very particular about it, too."

Lois strained, arching her back, using all of her strength and weight...but the straps simply tightened, pinning her in place.

Blaze snapped her fingers. Tiny red imps abandoned the other women and swarmed the reporter, arms with scissors and scalpels...and Lois cursed and bit and spat at them as the capering, naked forms cut her clothes off of her, masterfully avoiding her teeth, always striking when her attention was focused elsewhere. In a minute, her shirts, pants, and jacket were in pieces; a moment after that, a scalpel caught the bridge of her bra...and then her boobs popped into view, the soft handfuls with their pink nipples bare for the imps to leer and jitter at.

The panties were almost an aferthought, stripped from the reporter with a snip of the scissors. Lois instinctively pressed her knees together to hide her pussy, but her demonic audience only laughed...and then scattered as Blaze sauntered forward to grab the metal cone over the reporter's head.

"A little shy, Lois? You shouldn't be. You have a beautiful body. Not that you couldn't use a few...improvements. That will be part of our job here. But don't think about that now. In fact...don't think of anything. Just relax..."

The cone descended, blocking the succubus from the reporter's sight. Lois screamed and thrashed...and then she heard something squirm, up above her. Felt the sharp pricks of teeth against her scalp. She redoubled her efforts, calling for help as the pressure suddenly increased...and then there was a terrible crunching sound that seemed to fill her entire world and blot out all else...