A Bargain Is Struck

"My sister is secure in her power...but our strengths are not all equal. Mine have always been the keener senses..." the voice echoed hollowly from within the helmet. "You reek of sex, and stress. She has abused you. Yet I do not sense...evil or magic. You are no witch or sorceress. Nor is there any fear, so you are not some pathetic victim. Who are you?"

"Lois Lane, a reporter for the Daily Planet," she said, as she slipped out of hiding, though keeping her distance.

They exchanged their stories then...though Lois could not be sure this "Satanus" was telling the truth, the bound demon made no attempt to make himself out as an innocent victim.

"My sister conceived the idea...of how she might use my essence to build a new cult, to increase her power and influence in the mortal realm," he said. "In truth, had I thought of it, I might have struck first...but she is clever, and I was unprepared. So here I am, bound by the old laws, unable to be released...except by some external ****."

His eyes burned within the helmet, pure white without pupil or iris.

"You want me to free you," Lois said. His helmeted head inclined slightly.

"In exchange for what?" She asked.

"****. Reparations. I will undo the harm she has done to you...return her to hell...and remove her influence from the mortal women you seek."

Lois Lane chewed over the thought. Every book and film she'd ever seen about dealing with devils made this sound like a Bad Idea.

"And you'll return to hell too? Leave me and the women behind?" Lois said.

"On my name, I swear it," he said. The eyes burned brighter. "May the Abyss swallow me if I break this pact! I will even ensure none of the mortal seed you have taken will take root. No bastard will be borne from your womb. The women shall awake as from a dark dream. Though I warn you...the method of my emancipation will be arduous."

At the word, his prick, which lolled flaccid in the sand, twitched. She watched with dark fascination as it stiffened, and the reporter felt her gorge rise as his animalistic scent filled the air. She had a bad feeling about this.

The reporter looked back the way she had come. The doorway was probably shut now. She was stuck, naked in the desert, pussy throbbing and glued shut, stuffed with cum. Her body ached as the pains of the night caught up with her.

"Deal," she said. "What do I have to do to free you?"