Reply Hazy, Try Again

The reporter quivered as the demon's limbs gripped her. The colors seemed to deepen, became more vibrant, and the reporter could no longer focus on the rest of the room, which faded into a hazy darkness in which women moaned like sluts, empty wombs waiting to be filled. Lois found herself staring into the strange eyes of the demon, which swirled like polychromatic whirlpools, drawing her into their hungry depths.

"You've gone deep, haven't you?" Blaze's voice seemed to come from all around the reporter. The hands on the reporter's arms split apart into neon tentacles the slid up and over and under and threw the reporter's clothing, which fell away like the serpent molting its skin, the butterfly emerging from the clitoris...

Chrysalis, Lois said, finding herself suddenly unable to blink, eyes tearing, body unnaturally stiff. The reporter saw the fifth-dimensional glyphs that glowed, etched into the chakras of the demon's soul as by some mordant acid. They seemed to be letters...syllables...symbols...and Lois knew if she could just find the tongue for it, she could speak that secret name they spelled out.

"It would be terribly wrong of me to take advantage of you in such circumstances," Blaze's voice echoed from far away. Lois was dimly aware of those neon-bright tentacles wrapping themselves around her small breasts, squeezing her thighs to slowly part her legs, one particularly vibrant member rubbing against her clit, their energies conflicting...contrasting...or was that complementary? Yin and yang, positive and negative, male and female, two halves of the same whole...and the reporter felt the immense emptiness inside of her that needed to be filled, and the surging power building inside of Blaze that demanded release...

Oddly, Lois could feel other presences. Not the dull creatures hanging from the ceiling, lost in sex and ****. Strange, intangible presences that watched from somewhere else. Their curiosity and lust burned down upon her, their eyes seeing her every thought, her every emotion writ in words of fire on glowing rectangles...and strangely she knew that Blaze could not perceive these strange others, did not feel the little strands of influence and fate that wrapped about them both. Dimly, the reporter realized that all that had happened to bring her to this point had been arranged by those others, that they liked this. What would they like next?

Lois Lane's numb lips worked through the answer to the terrible puzzle, the name hanging there inside of the hungry, fiery spirit before her, the secret name that seemed to move and shift, but Lois felt she was getting close...

"Come, sweetmeat. Invite me in. Don't you want to get fucked?"