Raise The Stakes

Lois fingered one of the chips with a red question mark. She slid it across the table.

"What would it take to raise the stakes for this next game?"

The demon reached out and ran a finger around the edge of the chip. The red question mark shimmered.

"What did you have in mind?" Blaze countered.

"The women. Their freedom."

"Four women, body and soul?" Lois noticed that Blaze was leaning over the table, her breasts hanging above the green felt. Beneath the nipples, four golden chips had now appeared. "That would require something of equal or lesser value."

Lois swallowed. She tossed another question mark into the middle of the table.

"You want me to bet my soul against one of theirs?"

The demon smiled. "You mustn't think so little of yourself, my dear." She shrugged her shoulders, sending her tit wobbling side to side in an erotic, hypnotic shimmy. "But if you're offering...we can play at higher stakes. Here."

The reporter's gaze was drawn down where her hand rested on the felt. Four silver chips rested on the felt before her. Their faces were like tiny screens, projecting images from live camera feeds. The first held a pair of lips—and as Lois opened her mouth in surprise, so did they. She closed her mouth, and so did the lips on the chip.

Grimly, she surveyed the other chips: a vagina resting between a pair of thighs, pubic hair neatly trimmed, lips hidden—Lois instinctively clenched, and watched with a surge of dismay as the pussy on the chip shifted slightly to the contraction of her inner muscles. The third chip was, unsurprisingly, a puckered pink star...Lois Lane had never stared at her own asshole, but she didn't doubt for a moment that this was it.

The fourth chip, however... It was a white, circular blob on a ruddy background. Lois' brow furrowed, struggling to decipher the enigmatic meaning. It was certainly in real-time like the others—the reporter could see it move and shift a little, as though blown on an unseen current.

"An egg." The demon's voice whispered across the table. "Your egg."

Blaze took the deck of cards and began to shuffle them. "If you want to play...those are the stakes we play at. No need to put your soul on the line dear..." Lois didn't take her eyes off the final chip. "Your body will do just fine."

The reporter took a deep breath. It had been obvious from the previous games that Blaze was...interested in Lois. Four women's lives were on the line. If she played it smart and her luck held...

Don't kid yourself, Lois. Her inner monologue kicked in. Every gambler loses sometime. They have to accept the stakes. I have to accept the stakes. If I play this game, I may end up fucked. Lois' eyes fell to the fourth chip, the little cell floating somewhere near her ovaries. Or worse.

She stared across the felt at the four golden chips.

"So," Lois' voice was calm. "What are we playing?"