She's Naked, Bound, & Gagged

In her career as the Daily Planet's investigative reporter, Lois Lane had become something of an old hand at waking up bound hand and foot. Without opening her eyes or moving her head, she gently tested her bonds. It felt like an old wooden chair, very solid. They had tied her above the wrist and ankle, not so loose that she could slip out, but not too tight to cut off circulation. That was good.

She was naked. Not so good.

There was a gag in her mouth too, a rubber ball gag that tied around the back of her head. The reporter tongued it gingerly, looking for any tell-tale chemical flavors. There was something there, a bit salty, but nothing familiar. More worryingly, there was a tube there, extending down into her throat. Lois could worryingly feel it in her esophagus, not thick enough to inhibit breathing, but...

"All the way down to your stomach," the voice said from in front of her.

Giving up the pretense, Lois Lane lifted her head, eyes opening slowly to let her eyes adjust to the light.

Same room. Same dickgirls. Lois was against the wall, next to where the other dickgirls were being...milked. The reporter could actually hear them going at it to her right, could probably see it out of her peripheral vision...but here eyes were focused on the woman Blaze in front of her, sitting in an identical chair but unbound, legs crossed. Smiling that damn half-smile. In between them was a box full of bottles marked XXXX.

"This is the part where I explain my master plan," Blaze said. Lois tried not to sigh. Listening to the villain talk was not one of her favorite activities.

"Ages ago, devils bred with the daughters of men. Heroes and wizards rose up to banish them, and their children and grandchildren. All the dark, twisted lineages of hell. But the great-grandchildren? The great-great-grandkids? Well, the further the generations got from their infernal ancestor, the more they became...just normal. A bit more seductive perhaps, a tendency toward bigger cocks and breasts, a little more lustful, but not much worse than other humans. Practically indistinguishable."

The half-smile widened.

"Except, their ancient demon DNA can be re-awakened if exposed to another source of demonic essence. Like mine."

The "woman" uncrossed her legs, and Lois got an unfiltered view of the cock and balls between those legs, which had been barely hidden by the dress.

"The more of my jizz they drink, the more their bodies will change, the old features of succubi and incubi re-emerging. Of course, I can only cum so much. But I discovered that those who are farther along," she waved towards the dickgirls being milked, "can in turn be milked. In time, the process will become exponential. Imagine an entire world of incubi and succubi...and I as their queen!"

Her nostrils flared and eyes narrowed. "Your queen. Because your body is responding to my cum Lois. You can't see it yet, but I can. If you could see your clit right now, you'd see how it's already bigger, so big it's poking out of your hood."

Blaze slid forward, the skirt bunching up about her hips, cock and balls now dangling over the edge of her chair. Lois felt a warm throb in her crotch and realized she couldn't look away. It wasn't just the size, although Blaze was certainly larger than any lover Lois had ever had, being firmly in the category somewhere between male porn stars and freaks of nature. No, Lois realized it was the smell emanating from the dangling dick and scrotum, a sort of locker room reek that made her mouth water and cunt dampen.

"Normally, I like to take it slow. My cum kickstarts the body's transformation, but doesn't provide any particular control...my girls here are all volunteers. But now there's you. What am I to do with you, Lois Lane, investigative reporter?"

There must have been some kind of signal, although Lois didn't catch it. There was a sound of movement around her. The naked dickgirls were converging. One of them, Tonya Wong, held what looked to be a funnel.

"I could kill you, but that would be a waste and attract some unwelcome attention. So instead...I think I'm going to try a little experiment. See how you react to an overdose."

Lois thrashed her head as the hands gripped her, holding her against the back of the chair. There was a tube that emerged from the ball gag and this was raised, the funnel attached. A straight line down to her stomach. Blaze walked forward. Leaned forward and grabbed a bottle of XXXX.

"You should feel honored, Lois," Blaze said as she popped the cap. "This is my private reserve, the strongest, purest jizz. Normally we dilute it first...and to be honest, I'm not entirely sure what this will do to you. But I'm sure we're both dying to find out."

The reporter struggled, wrists twisting against her bond, teeth biting down against the rubber, as Blaze poured the first bottle into the funnel...and Lois could see the yellow-white goo make its slow descent toward her mouth.