Cosplay Bondage Prostitution

They put her in one of the rooms that had been made up like a medieval dungeon. Stripped and shackled, a strange garment like something out of World of Warcraft was **** onto the reporter's inhumanly lithe body, with jutting pauldrons, knee-high boots, elbow-length gloves, a metal brassiere that was too small for her new cleavage, so that the pink nipples jutted out over the cups, a violet silk loincloth that parted to display her now smooth and hairless slit.

Her ankles were shackled above her head, a ball gag into her mouth, her handcuffed wrists chained to a ring set in the floor so that the elf was hung suspended, pussy and ass bared. Lois Lane didn't even struggle as someone slid a diaphragm into her pussy, which was unnaturally slick. The reporter couldn't remember the last time she had been so hot, so compliant...

Throughout the procedure, Lois Lane's jailer kept a hand on her. The reporter could only get glimpses of her...a tall woman, almost anorexic, her ribs showing against the blood-red skin through the slits in her strange orange dress, breasts small, hands long and with curved nails like talons on the end of them. Dark horns jutted from a broad forehead that seemed strangely long, though Lois couldn't quite make out the shape of the skull because of the mass of oily dark hair that fell down the demon's back.

As long as that hand or foot remained on her neck, the elf that was Lois Lane found herself curiously docile, unable to raise any resistance as the other women prepared her for her clients.

Yet at last, the hand left her...and with a rush, all the anger and will of Lois Lane came back at once, and she writhed in her bonds.

The woman turned and bent over, so that Lois could see her face fully for the first time. The eyes were white, without pupil or iris, and almost seemed to glow from within.

"I am the demoness Blaze," the horned woman said. "And you, Lois, owe me a debt. Like all the bitches who have come here, seeking something they cannot name. Some want the bodies of women. Some want bigger breasts, bigger ass. Supermodel good looks. Others, like you, have more...exotic desires."

The demon picked up a slim butt plug made out of dark wood. A long tongue coiled out of her mouth and wrapped around it, slowly slathering it up with an unnaturally sticky and thick saliva. The reporter felt her heart pound and nipples go erect as she watched inch after inch curl out of that mouth, until the tongue was wrapped three times around it, like wool on a spindle...then it withdrew, a little faster, leaving behind its gooey load.

"If you cooperate, I will let a single client have you for the night. If you don't, I'll sell your cunt for a dollar a throw to every nerd upstairs that ever jerked it to elf nipples in Dungeons & Dragons. The only question is, my elf princess," Blaze said as she brought the tip of the plug down to the reporter's asshole. "Is what shall it be?"

The demon wanted some sign from her...and Lois quickly evaluated her options.