Lois Fights The Black Pearl

Lois Lane fought. Her muscles bunched as she tossed herself back and forth. The demonic dickgirl crackled as her futazombies held the reporter's limbs down against the altar. The black pearl began to pulse inside of her, like a second heart. The reporter could feel pain and numbness spread through her like slim tentacles as it took root...and things were changing inside of her. Like some insidious cancer, attacking her from within.

She raised her head and stared past her small breasts. Dark, inky lines were spreading out from her belly button beneath the skin. At a glance, they could have been veins...except they moved and squirmed with purpose. Lois could see as well as feel them as they crept south along her hip bones, and up along her ribs...along her spine...

The reporter shivered and shook uncontrollably. Her lower body spasmed, jerked, and Lois knew that the black pearl's tendrils had reached her spine. Lois wanted to scream, to shout, to rage...and then stopped, her whole body stock-still for a moment. She stared into the darkness above her.

There were colors to the darkness. Things that moved, in and out of her vision. Somehow, the black pearl made her see these things. Dark gaping orifices from strange feminine forms amid the shadows. Spirits? Ghosts? Lois wasn't sure...but in that moment of contemplation, the pearl's tendrils had continued to move throughout her body.

Black coils slid inside her breasts, which seemed to swell from within, her nipples erect, the stiff pink towers growing darker and larger. Between her legs, Lois could feel a terrible wetness between her thighs...and something else, some mass that pushed down her vaginal canal. Like a needing to defecate or pee, but neither of those, a growing pressure and need to expel; the reporter clamped her muscles tight to deny whatever was in her from escaping. The pulse deep inside of her, beneath her belly button grew stronger, a throb that Lois could feel as distinct from her own racing heart.

Now Lois Lane was aware of battle on another level. Images invaded her mind, merged with the strange visions in the darkness. A terrible heat built up inside her crotch, a need...memories floated to the surface. Masturbating in the night, when she was alone. Except now, Lois could see things watch her from the shadows. Touching themselves as she touched herself. So she spread her legs and began to moan louder, to put on a show...

"No!" Lois shouted as she strove to clear her mind. "It didn't happen like that! Get out of my mind!"

Beads of black liquid oozed from her dark nipples. Slithering tendrils crawled underneath the soft skin of her throat, up the jawline. Lois could taste something in her mouth now, like citric acid, her saliva flowing freely so that she had to swallow it or drool, and the clammy liquid burned as it worked its way down her esophagus to her roiling stomach. The corruption inside of her was spreading...

Anger flared inside Lois Lane, and she clung onto that. It gave her focus, helped her to hold onto herself. The pressure between her legs was building, and her stomach rumbled as though hungry. She looked down at her body and noticed that what little fat she had on her had melted away: her abs were clearly defined and cut, biceps and thighs bulged with definition, marred only by the dark squirming lines like ugly black veins in marble.

Blaze had walked around to stand behind Lois Lane's head. The demon reached forward and grabbed one of Lois's bloated tits. Black ooze like oil squirted from the nipple and rained down over the reporter's body. Instinctively, Lois arched her back, and the black drops ran down, like scuttling crabs chasing the outgoing tide.

"Very good," the demon murmured. "No one else has lasted this long with their sanity intact. But how long can you resist, Lois? How long until you cum and lose yourself to the darkness within?"

"Never!" Lois growled...but inside her mind, just for a moment, was a flicker of doubt.