End: Masturbate—And The Cock That Was Lois Lane Can Feel Everything!

Helplessly, Lois Lane watched through Blaze's eyes as the demon stroked her dick...and Lois could feel every movement. The scarlet succubus' fingers crushed her body, stroked the soft underbelly, from where the foot-long erection emerged just above the dangling testicles to the tapered, swollen cockhead.

Now that Lois could see in the mirror, she could associate what she felt with the different features of the demonic dick she was now a part of. The former reporter was aware in a way she had not been of how long her body was, of the super-sensitive frill of the helmet as the inside of Blaze's thumb and forefinger ran over the rubbery crest, of the vague petering-out of sensations down near the base. The demon's left hand gripped and fondled the swollen scarlet orbs of her testes, but Lois was only dimly aware of it, as she might feel with a cat playing with her hair.

Back when she had hair.

A red thumb rubbed roughly over the piss-slit, and to Lois Lane it was like someone tried to crush her clit and rubbed her head too harshly, all at once. The dick quivered in despair, rage, lust...but Lois could feel how impotent she was. A cock has no lips to scream with, no limbs to rebel. Even though she could feel the muscles in her new form, the reporter didn't know how to use them in any meaningful way. Everything seemed to happen without her thinking about it, the demon's cock swollen and throbbing automatically, beyond her control...and the reporter knew that she was trapped in a most terrible prison.

You will learn to enjoy it, Lois, Blaze's voice intruded into the reporter's thoughts. Or perhaps I will simply savor your suffering. We are going to be together for a very long time, after all...and I have so many plans. There are things that one can do with their penis that are quite astounding. Holes unplumbed, acts of gratification to soil body, mind, and soul...you will be a firsthand witness as I take some boy's virginity, and when I impregnate some young women. Co-partner as I **** some innocent grandmother, or perhaps I shall seduce your sister and let you watch and feel as she worships my cock for the first time. Then there are piercings...

Inside herself, Lois Lane recoiled. She knew well that Blaze made no idle boast. She would do all these things are more, much more. Sexual fantasies Lois had never imagined, and the former reporter helpless to stop her. Desperately Lois strove to act out...but all she managed was to make Blaze's dick jump in her hand. The demon's mocking laughter echoed in Lois Lane's mind.

Some spunk left in your spirit, I see! Well...we'll soon deal with that.

Lois Lane had no idea what the demon meant...but then the strokes got faster. Lois could feel the heat and tension rise within her erect form. Terrible pressure nearly obliterated her thoughts with each stroke. It wasn't pain or exactly pleasure, as she knew it; yet it felt...good...and guilt as Lois was to admit that, she knew also that as the strokes increased, the feeling grew. A strange apprehension grew inside of her being, more powerful down near the base. She could sense something about to happen, and as Blaze stared straight ahead into the mirror, eyes locked on the head reflection of the head of the dick, the urethra seemed to open and close like the panting mouth of some eager and **** slut.

When it happened, Lois Lane was not prepared.

The burning liquid head pushed through the core of her being. Nothing in her experience had ever readied Lois for the sensation of being a tube, a channel, the banks of the river that contained the raging torrent...and when the black jizz burst from the demon's cockhead in a black rope that seemed like it would shatter the bathroom mirror on contact, the former reporter's mind went blank. For the next few seconds, there was no Lois Lane, no conscious being who responded to that name. There was only the cock, and the cock was cumming, jizzing, ejaculating, spurting out its life onto the mirror with ebony burst after burst, until the base of its form suddenly choked off...and even then the internal muscles squeezed and squished and pumped the last dribbling grey drop out of a piss-hole that was stained purple and sore.

Lois Lane came back to herself as she felt her body begin to relax. Exhaustion gripped her...tiredness. She felt almost sleepy, and languorous. Now that she was aware of it, Lois could feel the last traces of semen in that channel that was the center of her new being.

I hope you enjoyed that, Lois, Blaze said...and then, with a lurch, the crimson body took two steps to the right. The scarlet succubus looked down, past the limp form of her cock...to the waiting toilet bowl.

Now, I have to take a piss.

Lois Lane was too exhausted to scream...but she knew her new existence would be a terrible and degrading one. As Blaze's internal muscles squeezed, and sphincters opened to her bladder, the former reporter cast back her mind to all the choices that had led her to this moment...and bitterly wondered what might have happened on her night out, if she had chosen differently.