Chapter 14 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Answer?

What's In It For Me?

Chained to a throne in a pervy sci-fi bikini, Lois Lane thought to herself. You've really stepped in it this time, Lane!

The reporter's defiant attitude was mostly for show. Inside, despair had begun to set in. The enormity of what she was facing was starting to become apparent to her. Hell was real, and Lois Lane was in it. Even if she could escape from Blaze, getting out of here might be almost impossible. Nor did she doubt that Blaze could do exactly what she claimed. Gang-**** to **** was not high on the list of ways Lois Lane wanted to go out.

So she played for time.

The reporter's question caused Blaze to raise an eyebrow. Because of the horns on the demon's head, the eyebrow didn't have far to go, but Lois saw the gesture. She had Blaze's interest.

"Oh? Shall I show you?" Blaze sneered, and pulled her skirt aside. The crimson cock sat like a great red slug, limp and swollen, the tip hanging over the edge of the seat of the demon's throne. Lois Lane's nose wrinkled. White smegma dotted the crest of the demon's dick, as though she hadn't washed her filthy cock in weeks.

"It's a nice cock, although it needs a wash," Lois Lane said, as diplomatically as she could. "But seriously, if you want to marry me, what advantage do I get out of it? Do I get to wear clothes? Freedom? Money? Power?"

Inwardly, Lois Lane hated playing the infernal golddigger. All the more so because she realized that she was literally bargaining with her pussy. If she agreed to marry the demon, she'd be little more than a whore.

But a living whore, Lois Lane's stubborn practical side said. Is better than a dead reporter.