Watch What Happens To Rat

Lois **** herself to relax. She was in enemy territory, and there was no point in running if she didn't have a destination. Beyond that—she had kind of gotten Rat into this mess and didn't much like the idea of leaving him behind.

So she took a deep breath, smelling the rank air, laden with scents of sex and semen.

Just keep your eyes and ears open, Lane. she told herself. Wait for the right moment.

Rat was quivering in his boots, the tentacles squirming around his neck, down the front of his shirt to coil around his thin chest, lifting him into the air and bringing him to hover closer to Blaze's throne.

"There is the stink of hell on your breath, little man...open your mouth. I want to see what they have found so interesting in you..." The demon smiled languidly, a cat toying with a mouse, and a fat, drooling, tentacle with a penis-head hovered before his mouth like a cobra ready to strike.

Rat, for his part, kept his mouth firmly shut. The cock-tentacle came closer and closer, until it began to press against his lips like an obscene kiss.

"Come on...don't **** me to get creative..." Blaze hissed, obviously amused at his struggles. "This can't be the first one you've seen up close."

Lois saw her opening and moved. She slipped out of her jacket, leaving the tentacles above holding it instead of her, and then pulled free of the loose tentacles around her legs.

"That's right!" The reporter stated, confidently, as she moved toward the seated demon on her throne. "And have you thought about what that means? Someone knows what you're up to here!" She took a deep breath. "Wouldn't you like to know who?"

Lois tried to project as much confidence as she could. Rat could only dangle there, wiggling fiercely, the cockhead still pressed against her lips, drooling precum into his scrabbly beard.

"You have balls, Miss Lane." The demon blinked. "Metaphorically speaking. If what you say is true...speak, and perhaps I'll go lenient on you."

The reporter stopped just short of the great dish before the throne. The smell of Blaze's cum, pumping eternally from her swollen, inhuman cock, was nearly overwhelming. Lois stared hard at Blaze, and for the first time noticed how the demon was basically trapped on the throne—without those tentacles, there was no way she could run with that mammoth erection and basketball-sized testicles...

"Let Rat go," Lois said, looking into the demon's pale white eyes. "And I'll tell you."

"You are in no position to bargain with me, Lois Lane!" The demon hissed. She raised one black eyebrow, and Lois felt something suddenly bump against her crotch. The reporter looked down to see a cock-headed tentacle pressed between her legs, weeping a fluid that was slowly dissolving the fabric of her tight pants, red streamers melting down her legs.

Lois swallowed but kept her voice calm. "**** me, and you'll never know who is coming after you—until they're already at your throat."