Where Can I Find Blaze?

Lois Lane left the horse-cocked dickgirl in her room. Back the way she came, looking for a young woman with a pert bottom and pierced nipples. Right under her nose this entire time, showing the reporter every secret of this place, and she had never suspected.

Around a corner, Lois found her, peeking in through a hidden eye-hole on whatever super-whore she had there, on hand between her legs. Up until this point, the reporter hadn't thought about what she would do to confront her. But as those hazel eyes turned toward her, as the smile widened, Lois knew she would have to brazen it out.

"Hello Maria," the reporter said. "Or should I call you...Blaze?"

The smile died, just for a moment...then relaxed and widened into something a little more natural, a little wickeder.

"So, you finally figured it out," the accent shifted, becoming less American more Mediterranean.

"Why all this?" Lois insisted, feeling her palms itch and the hair rise on the back of her neck. "And I don't mean just the prostitutes...why the lies? Why lead me down here, show me this? You know who I am."

The last part was not a question.

Air shimmered, like the hazy mirage on a highway at noon on a bright sunny day in the desert. Just that impression of impossible heat in between them, for half a heartbeat. When it cleared, Blaze stood before her transformed. Tall and lean where Maria had been compact and a little bottom-heavy; narrow of hip and with small breasts like a runner, hid behind a sort of slender tunic with a plunging v-line. Horns jutted back from her brow, and her skin was red as fresh-spilt blood.

"It's a game, Miss Lane," the demon bared her fangs.

"You've kidnapped these women! Transformed them! **** them into prostitution!" Lois insisted.

Blaze sneered. "I **** no one. They chose to be here. I gave them what they wanted. And I'll tell you a little secret..."

The devil leaned forward, sniffing gently at Lois. The demon's pure white-on-white eyes stared into the reporter's own.

"...they can leave whenever they want. I **** no-one here to do anything they don't want to do."

Lois refused to take a step back. Not willing to give the demon an inch.

"That's not what Vixen said," the reporter said. The words felt silly coming out of her mouth.

"She believes, what she wants to believe," Blaze replied. "And she gets, what she wants to get...good and hard, in every hole. But that's not why you're here."

The reporter raised an eyebrow.

"You want to see it. The way I change women into what they want to be." Blaze said smugly.