The Walk of Pain

Darkness wrapped around Lois Lane like a cloak. Naked, shaven, spattered with seed. She could see nothing, and inched forward, arms outstretched, feeling her way...and then far ahead of her, a pair of white eyes opened.

"This trial is more perilous than the last. If you keep walking, you will emerge unharmed...but it will hurt. If you falter, if you stop, if you leave the path in any way, you will suffer in body and soul."

It was Blaze's voice. Lois didn't bother to answer. She had suffered indignity, she did not fear pain.

Or so she thought.

Then, the path ahead of her burst into flame. For a moment, Lois almost paused, but she **** herself to step forward. A coal crushed and exploded under her heel, the jizz on her began to sizzle and smoke...dry heat rose up over the sperm-soaked reporter, flames licked at her...and it took all of Lois Lane's will to plant one foot ahead of another.

Just like flame-walking. Stupid trick at luaus and teambuilding seminars, the naked reporter told herself. Walk fast enough, and you won't get burned. Simple science.

Except there was nothing of science in this place, and the path stretched on, a long line of flame. Lois continued to walk, the black coals exploding into sparks at each step, the heat building all the time, until her breath came hot and her chest heaved, and sweat dripped down her body and carved rivulets through the dried cum and ash.

She almost cried out when her foot touched on something sharp. Her body instinctively tried to pause, but Lois **** herself on...and now she felt the path crack beneath her feet. Sharp edges pressed into her feet, burning and stabbing at once...and Lois saw that the path looked now like a line of broken glass, black obsidian that could slice her feet to ribbons.

Each step was pain...but Lois noticed that despite the stabbing pain, the unsteadiness of the surface, the way the sliding glass sliced at her feet, she couldn't feel anything actually pierce the surface. A part of her wondered if this was all an illusion...

I must not fear, she thought as she walked her own personal gom jabbar. Fear is the mind-killer, the little **** that brings total obliteration...

Every step made the pain worse. The random shards of glass gave way to points of fire...Lois saw she walked now on a bed of glass spikes, the flames licking up her thighs. She shivered involuntarily as a burst burshed her labia, yet still Lois Lane's body refused to blacken or bleed. Silently she kept up her mantra...and up ahead of her, the white eyes floated in the darkness at the end of the path, always retreating, taunting, waiting for Lois to fail....and Lois wondered then if Blaze was actually enjoying this, as a voyeur or a sadist, taking pleasure in her pain and discomfort...and something cold slithered through her guts at the thought, because she wondered what worse horrors the demon might have for her.

As she stepped forward, Lois realized she was about to find out.