They Were Lonely

"Girls that went to college and became women. Lost in their studies. Consumed with debt. Agitated by the state of the world. **** for...a connection." Angelica Blaze said. "No time to date, not wanting to waste their time on frat boys, to worry about bringing children into the world, or disease, or anything like that."

"They've been missing for weeks," Lois pointed out. "That doesn't affect their studies?"

"You miss the point, Lois. They were tired. Lonely. They wanted out of their lives. Were willing to give anything to escape the grey futures they saw for themselves. So...we made our deals. They paid their price...and I gave them what they wanted."

Blaze licked her lips. "Let's go to the bar. I'd like a drink."

The demon snapped her fingers. Shadows coalesced around her and soon the dickgirl's thin, supple form was clad in tight-fitting dark jeans that showed the bulge of her cock, black boots, and a black wife-beater. Lois Lane followed her out of the bathroom...back into the noise and chaos of the club.

Angelica reached back her hand, and Lois instinctively took it, their palms sliding against each other, fingers locking. Hand in hand they made their way to a table in the corner, where it was a little quieter. Sitting down, Lois felt a blush rise to her face as the heavy plug in her seemed less flexible, keeping the demon's cum deep inside of her, stimulating her pussy with every movement. Lois had experienced something like that when she first started using tampons as a young woman, but it had never been so...intense.

Then again, she reflected. I've never used a tampon to keep myself plugged full of jizz either.

Blaze nodded to a waitress, who hurried to the bar and returned with the pale grey-white cocktails that Lois had tasted earlier.

Glasses clinked. A salty sip. Then Lois pressed her question.

"What did you do to them, exactly?" She asked.

"I gave them lives. New lives, exciting lives. Bright and glamorous and dangerous." The demon smacked her lips. "I made two of them into heroes, and two of them into villains. I gave them powers, costumes, lairs, secret identities. I let them experience what they could never, ever be."

Lois set her glass down. Surprised that it was empty. She barely remembered tasting it, and yet there was nothing left at the bottom but a sticky residue. Her stomach rumbled in sudden hunger, but she ignored it.

"I want to see them. Talk to them." Lois pressed.

"Of course," Blaze said. She raised her hand, and the waitress appeared with a massive plastic cup, covered with a lid and a straw. "I brought you a traveler."