They Wanted Adventure

Slowly, carefully, most of the cock remaining buried deep inside her body, the reporter's attention focused on the push and pull on her tautly-stretched anal ring, Blaze told her the story.

"They came to me. They didn't know who I was, exactly, but I know what attracts women of that type...young, struggling, dissatisfied with their lives. Bored with their studies, unsure of their direction in life. They had been raised thinking they could do anything, but no one graduates and goes straight to CEO of a major corporation, or head of a department, or stardom on the stage. Decades on decades of hard work, and knowing they weren't the best, the brightest, the most well-connected...and that frustration drove them to me. Bright young things whose want burned within them like little flames..."

Angelica Blaze's voice was not labored, but Lois could hear the dickgirl breathing faster, quaking with excitement. Lois had heard people lie, with quiet earnestness and a tumult of words, but this was something else again. The reporter could hear no lie in that voice, as Blaze's cock pushed and pulled with greater ****.

"They wanted adventure. I told them I could give it to them, for a price. New lives, bright lives, the kind of lives they dreamed of...to give them the leg up they wanted. Connections. Money. Opportunities."

"What...what did you ask for in exchange?" Lois asked. Her buttocks trembled. She was near her limit, and somehow she thought Blaze could feel it too.

"Their souls. Hold on."

Warm hands on the reporter's hips guided Lois onto her side. They moved together, the cock buried so deep inside of Lois, her ass genuinely aching now, the head of that dick buried so impossibly far inside of her...and then over so that Blaze was laying on the bed, and Lois was on top of her.

"Fuck yourself," Blaze said, reaching around and touching her clit with one finger. Her voice ws tight. "I want you to cum on my dick before I do."

Breathing hard, Lois braced her feet against the bed and began to raise and lower her hips. Gravity helped her, on the way down, but her calves shook as she rose up. The cock was too thick, too long. The sensation wasn't pleasure, exactly, but it was more intense than anything Lois had felt since she had lost her virginity the first time...and the finger ran around and around her clit, relentless in its ****, and Lois knew she was close...but the story wasn't over.

"Not right away," Blaze breathed. "That was the contract. They would get to live their lives. Make they would of the opportunities I gave them. They're executive assistants now, or have lucrative contracts, the best managers. In a month, their faces will be all over the internet...women on the rise, women of wealth and power and fame...if they want it. But even I cannot see all things. I warned them of the dangers...the pitfalls. ****, the IRS, pregnancy, jealousy...and I made it clear, as they wrote their names on the contracts in their own blood, that whether they lived ten days or a hundred years, when they died their souls would be mine for all eternity...because Lois...I am the Queen of Hell, and I deal in nothing less than eternities."

Lois Lane's body tensed...and her pussy spasmed. Hot fluid sprayed out over the edge of the bed as her buttocks squeezed impossibly tight, the reporter arching her back and screaming as the finger on her clit seemed to burn...and deep inside her bowels she felt the liquid heat pump and pump and pump inside of her for what seemed an endless minute...until Lois Lane collapsed, her ass utterly impaled on the cock that had utterly conquered her asshole and made its mark.

"Now you know," Blaze whispered into the ear of the reporter on top of her. The dickgirl's finger still circled the reporter's clit, and her other hand came up to grasp the reporter's left breast. "And Lois, I have to ask...will you make a contract with me?"