To Milk The Sleeping Demon Like A Cow

In a burst of inspiration, Lois Lane dove into her closet. There was the vacuum penis-enlargening kit she had bought for her last boyfriend, over a year ago. An elastic set of rubber rings which she had used to constrict his balls and the base of the penis, to try and keep him from cumming so quickly. And the automatic breast pump that she had bought for a baby shower that hadn't happened after an early miscarriage. She carried the boxes to the kitchen table, and then dug around in her tool cabinet...where there were saws, a soldering iron, a hot glue gun...

The demon snored softly on the reporter's bed, utterly unaware of what was being planned for her.

She was still sleeping when the reporter grinned in triumph at her creation. The clear mechanical pump and reservoir were firmly attached to the end of the clear glass tube, the elastic rings mounted and secured to the flaring base. Fresh batteries in the pump, and a quick flip of the switch showed that it still functioned after the months in Lois Lane's closet.

The cum-hungry reporter grinned, the hunger gnawing at her gut. A part of her simply wanted to pounce on the demon and suck the Satanic sperm straight out of her, but this was more elegant...and, perhaps, more efficient.

The demon didn't even wake as Lois used both hands to spread the elastic rings around those great scarlet balls. The cock looked like a small red worm, listless and lifeless as she slipped it into the foot-long glass cylinder. The reporter rubbed carefully checked and double-checked the seal on the elastic rings before she turned the pump on...and then there was nothing to do but flip the switch.

The electromechanical burr of the pump filled her bedroom, which stank of sex. The reporter's fingers found their way between her legs, upper lip twitching as the air was slowly evacuated from the tube...and as the pressure lowered, blood was drawn into the demon's dick. The red cock began to swell, wobbling and rising. Blaze snorted in her sleep, balls trying and failing to contract. The cock was a wobbling erection now...and then the veins began to stand out on the surface, the head grew rubbery and shiny.

In her sleep, Blaze frowned and murmured. An erection that big had to hurt like a son of a bitch, but the cumhound reporter didn't care. Lois Lane licked her lips as it stood up, filling the whole of the foot-long glass cylinder now, the urethra pressed against the hole at the top...but the reservoir remained empty.

The demon was hard, but she hadn't cum yet.