The Demonic Cock Obeys Lois...For Now

The cock swelled. It throbbed. The veins seemed to squirm, the testicles raised and lowered. Lois Lane raised her right hand up to her left shoulder.

"Dick, I will smack the fuck out of you." The reporter whispered to herself.

Slowly...very slowly...the cock settled down. It didn't go limp, but it ceased to point its great purple head at the reporter's face. Like a dog that recognized it's alpha, the cock sank down.

The reporter took a deep breath. It was a small victory, but she needed to keep it together, at least until she broke Blaze once and for all.

The new problem was what to do with the stupidly big dick. Even though it wasn't stiffly erect, the demonbreaker was now ten inches long, and as thick as the reporter's wrist. The testicles that dangled between the reporter's legs were the size of a grapefruit. Pants were no longer an option.

Casting about the room, Lois tore the sheet off the bed. It was reasonably clean. A few minutes effort saw the reporter walk about of the room in an impromptu toga, with her t-shirt on underneath and her jacket on overtop. Good enough for the rest of the night.

Walking was something else again. It was difficult enough to walk in heels; Lois Lane's calves were already aching, but the hip-swaying walk was a little difficult when carrying a fat sack between your legs. The reporter's engorged testicles rolled against her thighs, the demonic dick held against her belly by a band of cloth which Lois had to keep cinching tight to keep it from slipping.

Lois stepped back out into the hallway, and tread it carefully. Her cock throbbed gently, shifting inside her makeshift garment, but Lois couldn't tell if it was reacting to the demonic whores active in the rooms nearby, or if that was just how dicks felt like. The reporter felt herself on edge, looking for where Blaze would be...and as she came to the end of the corridor, she saw a small brass plate on a door that was otherwise unremarkable.

MANAGER

The reporter paused.