Chapter 11 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Answer?

Me

The reporter's heart hammered inside her chest. She had stumbled into something unnatural—supernatural—and yet the feel of that clingy latex against her skin, the sight of this woman with a dock, stirred the embers of her soul. For all her adult life, Lois had seemed to wait for her chance to do something really perverted, strange, and terrible...and now she was here, faced with such an opportunity.

She would not let it pass.

Though Lois Lane could not see it, Angelica Blaze's lips twisted into a smile at the reporter's answer.

"You want to be abused, slut?" Blaze asked.

"Yes," Lois said, with as much confidence as she could muster. "Please..."

"I like it when you beg," Blaze whispered into the reporter's ear-hole. "It gets me hot. It gets me hard. So I think I'm going to tear your tiny little asshole to shreds.

Lois couldn't see the soft pink spikes that pushed through the flesh of Blaze's cock. Yet as the demonic dickgirl pressed her swollen glans against the reporter's ass, she could feel the warm grey precum that oozed out of the piss-slit to lube her virgin hole. The reporter shook inside her latex shell...then Blaze pushed her cock into the hole.

For a moment, all Lois Lane felt was the pain of the sudden intrusion, the cock like a battery ram, it pushed against her sphincter which instinctively tightened against it. For the length of that long moment, all of Lois Lane's attention was focused on her butthole...and Blaze did not ease up the pressure for a moment, simply let her cock leak more of its precum.

Until, finally, Lois Lane could squeeze her ass no longer...and the reporter's butt seemed to suck the demon in.

"Aaaagh!" Lois screamed, and the sound of that scream seemed to echo in her latex-clad skull. Bright pain blossomed. A kind of violation she had never experienced, never properly imagined. All of her dreams of being chased and violated paled next to the real thing...and Blaze's laughter, harsh and mocking, set the reporter's heart a-flutter.

With ruthless precision, Blaze pushed her cock forward. Until Lois could feel the soft spikes press against her sensitive ring of muscle...and she wondered, then, if it really would tear. Or if Blaze would even stop, if it did...