Toy With Blaze's Cock

Blaze could not speak. Any movement against her bonds sent stabs of pain down her limbs. Yet the immortal demon found all of her concentration focused on a single part of her anatomy.

The belt was wrapped in a figure-of-eight, cutting into the flesh at the base of her dick, and around the base of her balls, which now stood out taut and, though the demon could not see them, a very alarming shade of purple.

Lois Lane flicked the swollen cock head. The cock quivered like a wounded tree, knocked about in a fierce storm...and then the veins stood out more prominently, as blood flooded the demon's prick.

"You wanted to stick this in me," Lois said to herself. Her violet eyes were focused on the tower of cock. "You wanted to defile me, addict me to your seed, and own my soul. To use me and then toss me aside like one of your little cumrags!"

She shouted the last word, and her hand came down with a hard slap. The cock hit the demon's stomach and bounced back. Unprepared for this attack, the demon tensed...and blinding pain ripped through her body as the sigils glowed bright.

For one moment Blaze's entire body was tense...and then she sagged, forcing herself to relax. Wisps of smoke around from wrist and ankle and yes, even the base of her dick. Her pure white eyes rose to stare at Lois, expecting to see excitement, lust, sadism, the evil glare of a woman that held such a magnificent enemy in her power...

...except there was none of that in Lois Lane's eyes. Her demeanor was cool, for all that her pupils were dilated and Blaze could see her nipples were erect. It was obvious to Blaze that excited as Lois might be, the reporter was not exalting at her pain...and that was something that the scarlet succubus simply did not understand.

"Did that hurt? Good." the reporter said. She grabbed the demon's balls...and cold fear ran through Blaze then, for as she was she was powerless to do anything...and though she would regenerate from any injury, she would still feel the pain of every wound. In the depths of hell, such tortures could last for centuries...

"But I'm not a sadist. I don't even want ****. I just want...recompense, for all the pain and trouble you've put me through. Quid pro quo."

The reporter's hand reached for something at the corner of the bed, beyond Blaze's bindings...when the demon saw what it was, her eyes went wide. She had expected a whip...a knife...even a dildo or other sex toy...but not...