Try To Crawl Away

Her arms and legs were gone, leaving only stumps about six inches long. But Lois could move those stumps. With a concerted effort, the reporter flopped onto her stomach. Lois Lane's now-massive tits cushioned the blow.

Escape was all she had in mind. She couldn't be just some worthless fucktoy. The limbless reporter crawled forward as best she could across the bed. There was bone in her stumps, and muscle, the skin puckered a little around where the arms and legs had dropped off, and that provided a lot of cushion. "Walking" wasn't exactly painless, but Lois had determination. A trail of sperm leaked out of her violated pussy as she crawled away.

She hadn't counted on the tits, though.

Her breasts were huge, and hung down past what was left of her arms. Nipples dragged at the bedsheets, and the reporter was huffing and puffing at their weight before she got six feet, unaccustomed pains twinging in her back. Still, she could move that was all that was important.

Lois Lane's target was a pile of pillows and cushions which was near the edge of the bed. If she could push them over, they would cushion her own fall when she went over. Then she would be on the floor...maybe she could reach a phone, dial with her tongue...

It was a wild, **** hope. All that Lois Lane had left.

She clambered up onto one cushion, dragging her tits over the top...and then realized with sudden dismay, that her stumps couldn't reach the bed. Lois waggled furiously, balanced with her tits on the bed and her belly on the cushion. It looked like one of those pillows women stuffed under their ass after sex to help ensure conception.

"Oh, that is perfect!" Blaze said from behind her. Lois froze and craned her head around as far as she could.

The demonic dickgirl had come up behind her on her knees. The tip of her cock was lined up with the reporter's slit. Worse, the scarlet succubus had added three studded bands to her monstrous erection; one at the base, one in the middle, and one just behind the head. The kind of cockrings studded "for her pleasure," but made to let the erection last longer and harder.

Blaze slathered strawberry-scented lube over her cock, the veins bulging more prominent than ever before with the three constricting rings.

"Just the right height," the demon said.