Chapter 15 by Zeebop

What Does Blaze Need Lois Lane's Help With?

Reclaiming Her Body

I am queen of hell. This club is a little...diversion to amuse me. Tempt a few people, secure a few souls. I was very amused when you came in. I was paying quite a bit of attention to your...antics.

Lois Lane felt suddenly sick to her stomach. It was one thing to do a few questionable things in pursuit of a story, and something else again to know some infernal bitch had been watching her lead an informant around by the cock.

Unfortunately, I became a little too engrossed. There was a coup. My brother Sathanas has...displaced me. Literally pushed me out of my body. My spirit sought out the nearest receptacle...and you were oh so willing to receive me.

The reporter gritted her teeth, cursing her moment of carnal weakness.

If I can reunite with my body, I will crush his pathetic rebellion. Otherwise, I'll be **** to remain inside of you...forever.

Lois sighed. It wasn't like she had much of a choice...but she could at least extract something from this.

"The souls you're talking about...the women who have gone missing from this club?"

Yes.

"If I do this—you have to let them go."

There was a pause. Lois could feel her muscles twitch, and knew she wasn't doing it. Blaze was experimenting with her control. Lois Lane focused her will, forcing her body to move as she wanted it to. With a determined effort, she reached down and pulled her pants back over her ass.

Very well. My word is my bond. Now...head north...

Lois Lane followed the voice's directions. Sometimes it asked her to turn her head, and the reporter made a note of that. Blaze might know where she was going, but she could only see through Lois's eyes, hear through her ears... They arrived, after a short couple of turns, before the entrance to a disused underground parking garage. A freight elevator on the reporter's left, and to the right, an almost featureless black door.

Now to get in...