What Others?

Lois Lane blinked. Her exhausted and fucked-out as she was, her blood suddenly ran cold.

"You...you said you had other surrogates. Four of them. I..." the newly-impregnated surrogate heard her own voice grow small. "...I came to find these four women that had gone missing..."

Blaze snorted. "So that's it. I wondered why their names and faces were at the forefront of your mind. So easy to pluck out." With superhuman ease, the scarlet succubus picked up the reporter, spunk still dripping out of Lois Lane's slit onto the carpet, and carried her to one of the doors out of the room...revealing a bathroom tiled all in red with black grout. Even the sink and toilet were crimson, with black metal fixtures. The demon set Lois in the sink as she raised the lid on the toilet and commenced to take a very long piss.

"There are no others."

"But you said..."

"I lied. I told you what you needed to hear," the demon smiled at the terrible betrayal on the reporter's face. "Does it really surprise you? Not all mysteries have one common source, sweetmeat. Men and women at the club above disappear all the time. ****, date ****, drunkenness, even love..."

Lois felt ill. Like a hole had opened up inside of her stomach, and her heart threatened to fall through it. Worse, her cunny was hurting horribly. With her left hand, she turned on the cold-water faucet, and lowered the plunger. There was a hiss as icy water began to fill the sink, and Lois welcomed the numbness as it touched her buttocks and began to rise to soothe her battered cunny.

"So all that fucking...and I got pregnant...for nothing," Lois said.

"Not at all," Blaze said as she shook the last few drops from her tired schlong and flushed. She waited until the roar had died down. "You did it for a great deal of money. And I'd like to think, a great deal of pleasure."

The cold water had crept up to her aching lips. A scum of demonic jizz rose, oozing out of her cunny like black ink in water. Not that it mattered. Lois had no doubt Blaze was right and she was already knocked up. Then, an idea struck her.

"The missing women," Lois said. "Can you find them?"

The demon had taken a handtowel down and was wiping her cock. With it. She raised a dark eyebrow.

"Of course."

"Will you?" Lois said, grasping at this slight hope.

"For a price," the demon said.