With One Condition...

Lois Lane couldn't believe she was even thinking about this. But she had to talk to those women. Find out if they were okay. The conversation she'd already had showed how these women had been abused. The reporter knew she'd have to call Superman or the police or someone, but if she tried to blow the whistle right now, Blaze and the women could be gone.

"...safe sex only, okay? Condoms, dental dams. We use protection. I know I'm clean, but I don't know where you've been."

Blaze's smile seemed mocking. "Sweetmeat, I'm immune to HIV and beat syphilis in a few minutes. But if that's what it takes...done."

She snapped her fingers, and the women let Lois go. They went to help the impossibly-busty Jenny Dunlap in her "Power Girl" up, the massive breasts jiggling and sagging like a pair of medicine balls hanging off her chest.

"You'll want somewhere quiet and secluded for your interviews," Blaze said aloud. The self-proclaimed demon tapped her nose. "You can use my boudoir. Soundproof, secure, plenty of space, refreshments and bathrooms available...yes, that will do nicely. Right this way."

The demon turned...and Lois followed her, regret dogging her steps.

They stopped along the way, Blaze knocking on doors, and women joined them...women that Lois recognized, albeit barely. Tonya Wong was shorter than before, only about four feet high, but with hips stretched out to accommodate a huge, jiggly ass and thunderous thighs; the star-spangled shorts of her Wonder Woman costume was little more than a thong. Mara de la Cruz was dressed as a Green Lantern, a translucent strap-on wet and dripping dangling from her crotch, little green gems glittering from the piercings at nipple, tongue, nose, ears, eyebrows... Tall and red-headed Diana Reynolds, the youngest of them at nineteen, now had a crimson mane that flowed down to the floor, dressed in a ludicrous purple bikini reminiscent of the heroine Starfire, her skin dyed orange...at least, Lois hoped it was a dye.

The reporter had the disturbing feeling that all of these changes were more than skin deep. That Blaze had changed all of these women...and now was making them pay her back with sex work.

I'll get you out of here, Lois promised silently. No matter what it takes.

Blaze left Lois and the four women—Jenny Dunlap carried now by Diana Reynolds and Mara de la Cruz—in the elevator. There were only two buttons: B and BB.

Brothel, and Blaze's Boudoir. Lois surmised. No escape back up to the club via this elevator.

"Take your time," the demon gave Lois a wink. "Call if you need anything, or when you're finished. I'll take my payment when your interviews are done."

The doors closed, and as the elevator began to descend, the pit in Lois Lane's stomach seemed to grow. She had a bad feeling about this.