Vixen Spills Everything

"D-downstairs!" the black shemale whimpered as Lois Lane's heel dug into her horsecock. "Th-they haven't been transformed yet! The mistress w-wants them to learn their place first, oh fuck oh shit my dick..."

"Anything else?" Lois shifted her weight from heel to toe. She could actually see the flesh change color as blood rushed out of the swollen sections and began to re-inflate the parts she had just stepped on. A part of her wondered what it might look like to see it bubbling up around her heel.

"Th-the mistress says she's a demon. Sh-she has this big red crystal, she says it's her heart...and people touch it and they change, they change to reflect their desires oh please no no shit..."

"And where is this heart?" The reporter leaned her heel back, sending it digging into the flesh. She was actually getting in to the whole domination thing. The fat horsecock was swelling up around the tip of her heel...a few more pounds of pressure and it might go straight through to the floor...wondered what wounded animal the black shemale's scream would sound like...

"D-downstairs! T-take this door, stairs are the third door on the right, go all the way to the b-bottom! B-but th-there's a guardian..."

Enough, Lane. The reporter lifted her foot off the dick, moving it back so that only the flared head of the horse cock was under her toe. Don't want to really hurt her.

"What kind of guardian?"

The black woman swallowed, visibly relieved her dick looked unharmed. She was breathing heavily, utterly cowed.

"A shapeshifter." Was all she said. She looked up at Lois, fear in her eyes. "Can I have my cock back, please?"

Lois lifted her foot...and watched with confusion as the black woman immediately brought the horse cock up between her huge breasts, hugging it close. Her head bent forward so she could fit the tip in her mouth. The black shemale huddled on the floor, sucking her own cock like a pacifier...and for a moment Lois got a real insight into the strange and terrible mind that devised this scheme. To bring damaged women here and control them through their own desires...to prostitute and profit off them.

Her jaw set, Lois turned toward the door that the faux-Vixen indicated. Whatever else happened tonight, she was bringing this place down.