Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What Is Lois Lane's Final Question?

What Would It Be Like If You Were My Sugardaddy?

The world seemed to pause. Lois felt herself frozen, her violet eyes locked with Blaze's. The pure white eyes seemed like holes into some infinite space. Perhaps it was an illusion, but the longer Lois stared, the bigger they seemed to get...until Lois felt herself drawn into the great vastness. There was no sensation of movement, exactly, just an awareness of being surrounded by light...a light that seeped into her skin and seemed to penetrate every cell of her being. When it closed on her completely...in that moment when Lois was sure she was about to lose her sense of self...and in that moment where she poised between existence and non-existence, Lois Lane's whole life flashed before her eyes...

...but it was not quite the life she remembered before, as the magic of the oath worked backwards in time, Blaze's power shifting events to answer Lois Lane's question to the letter.

Lois was doing an article on online dating. Had read about an app for sugardaddies and sugarmamas...men and women that paid for everything, and in return received everything they could want. Lois had made a profile, planned to go on a date or two just to get a feel for the scene...

...Blaze had taken her out to the best restaurant in Metropolis. A diamond necklace had been her little gift for the evening. The reporter had gone a little overboard on the champagne...and the sheepskin condom had felt so incredibly thin as it slid into her wet slit...

...the article was done, but the relationship wasn't. Blaze took her shopping, the trendiest boutiques. She paid for everything, planned for everything. Upgraded Lois Lane's gym membership. Upgraded her wardrobe. Lois had gotten to enjoy it...and yes, Blaze wanted things, but that was to be expected, Lois was happy to get on her knees and suck her dick, when new diamond earrings framed her head...

...the pole-dancing lessons were the latest craze. Lois was in the best shape of her life, she dazzled the other women at the office. No one could see the little studs in her nipples, with their diamond chips, or the gold ring through her clitoral hood. They were Blaze's latest gifts, and Lois had thanked her for them by offering up the virginity of her ass. The reporter had been hinting at a bigger apartment...

...the breast augmentation surgery had gone well. Lois loved the confidence that her new tits gave her, and of course "daddy" enjoyed them as well. It was almost every night that Lois would come home to her penthouse and find her there, waiting; Lois would drop everything and crawl over to her "sugar daddy" and rub that stiff prick in between her big fake tits...and Lois realized then that she was happy, really happy...and the first time she told Blaze no was when she peeled off that sheepskin condom and guided the raw cock to her unprotected cunt...

...the fertility ****, the special diet, and Lois had nodded to all of it. After all, Blaze was paying. The reporter could hardly refuse. Blaze had paid for everything...her body, her credit cards....she would do anything to keep Blaze happy...and Blaze would do anything to keep her...

...time stretched, and finally snapped. Lois Lane blinked her eyes.

They were in the private VIP room of Blaze's club. Blaze was in her chair, in her best suit, the fly open and cock out and hard. Lois was naked. Somewhere behind her was the $30,000 dress that Blaze had given her for their date. Her pierced nipples were hard, but she knew her sugardaddy liked that...and she had just told her the news.

She had a pregnancy test in her hands. It was positive. In front of her, the dickgirl reached over and slid a gold band, studded with black diamonds around a black pearl, onto the piss-slit stick.

Lois took the ring off. There was an inscription on the inside.