Lois Lane Holds Out Even As Her Asshole Is Destroyed

The demon's cock sawed in and out of the reporter's ass with almost monotonous regularity. The reporter focused on her breathing. Every stroke that drove that dick deeper into her body steeled her resolve. Every twinge of pain as her colon clung to that crimson cock on its way out fueled her ambition to survive this.

After some interminable period of time, Blaze's patter died out. There was only the harsh plap of flesh on flesh. The soft grunts of impact that Lois Lane could not repress. The pain in her ass grew and grew...and more than that, Lois could felt the sharp pain as her integument began to give way. More and more of her asshole clung to the demon's cock, and as the reporter gripped her teeth, she could feel the sphincter being pulled inside out.

"Last chance, sweetmeat," Blaze said, and did not stop for even a moment. "I'll tear you inside out if I have to. Pull out your guts a handful at a time. Fuck a wound into your gut and spew my black seed inside your body so that it eats you from within. Then leave you impaled on the tallest spire of the Daily Planet building for Superman to find."

Someone else, man or woman, would have broken down. Humans are only made to take so much pain. The survival instinct, stupid and animal, kicks in. Pride is swallowed. Promises are made. Anything, anything to end the pain, to procur a few more moments of life.

Yet there are some people who are born for whom life is nothing without freedom. Who cannot be broken so easily. Would rather spit the devil in the eye than give them the satisfaction.

"Go to hell," Lois Lane said.

Blaze's lips peeled away from her teeth. The reporter's obstinancy was admirable...and infuriating. With a growl, the demon redoubled the speed of her thrust, applied more of her strength. The reporter's asshole, already on the brink, gave way completely. Flesh tore inside, and the demon grabbed the pink sock and pulled roughly. With it still wrapped around her prick, Blaze began to jerk off with the reporter's prolapsed colon.

"I would say, 'You first!;" Blaze crowed, lost in lust and madness. "But I have another fate planned for you!"