Lois Gets Tentacles On The Brain

There was a sharp pain in both ears...and then Lois Lane's hearing went out. She could feel the pounding in her temples, heart racing in her chest. Froze stock still as something moved inside her skull...and then the reporter felt herself fixated, paralyzed, unable to breathe, unable to bink, staring straight ahead at the seated demon, Blaze...

"There are no sensory nerves in the brain itself," the scarlet succubus said with a sigh. A big, ropey vein on her inhumanly large cock throbbed and pulsed. "You can't feel my little dickheads crawl through your grey matter, spewing their seed. But I assure you, they are there...and now...ah."

Lois Lane could only imagine the tiny cocks moving through her brain—and she was, she admitted, scared. One wrong move and they could tear her brain apart. No magic or super-science to put her together again. If she was lucky, she'd still be able to move and think, but if she wasn't...she'd seen what happened to stroke victims, industrial accidents involving brain damage. Thought about herself sitting in a chair, drooling for the next thirty or forty years until her body quit. Or maybe some attendee would **** her, and she'd sit there, trapped in her own body, watching her belly balloon bigger and bigger each day...

Her pussy spontaneously squirted as one of those tenta-cocks slid across her forebrain. Lois Lane's left eye shifted and moved to the right, while her right eye stared straight ahead. The demon was exploring, mapping out the reporter's functions. Something hot and wet dripped out of the reporter's ears, then her teeth chattered. A rubbery cock wrapped around her neck, not tightly, but double-coiled to support her head, the leathery penis forcing itself between her teeth.

"We don't want you to bite your tongue," Blaze said, and Lois realized she wasn't "hearing" the demon through her ears...the words came straight to the reporter's brain. "Now let's see what you have seen..."

Then her mental image skewed, shifted. Back to the beginning of the night, when she entered the club...and Lois realized that Blaze was in the driver's seat, forcing the reporter to re-live her memories, wanting to find out what Lois knew.

Maybe I can use that, Lois thought to herself, desperately hoping that Blaze couldn't "read" her thoughts so much as re-live her memories. Throw up another memory to distract her. Buy some time. But what?