Chapter 17 by Zeebop

Who Is It?

Black Canary

Blonde hair beneath the veil, like a 50s diva. Slim, muscular legs...Lois could picture them easily in fishnets and boots. But it was the choker that drew the reporter's attention. Her choker, tight around her neck, as though to hold her voice back...

Lois sucked in her breath as the superheroine slid her fingers in and out of her wet, shaven cunt. The veil hid her eyes, and Lois couldn't tell right then whether she was undercover or...under the influence of something. Or someone.

"You have been blessed," the voice warbled strangely. It made the reporter's head hurt a little. The pitch seemed to reach down inside of her and turn levers she didn't know that she had. She could feel her cunt start to throb in time to the cadence of her words, nipples hardening automatically, a heat building inside of her.

Black Canary leaned forward...and Lois could see her eyes glow red. Not a good sign.

"Inside you, she grows. She...hungers. Don't you feel the hunger, blessed one?"

Lois felt her mouth start to salivate. Her stomach rumbled. She could feel her body desiring...something.

"Yesss..." the eyes grew brighter in the possessed heroine's eyes. "Listen to your unborn charge, little mother. What does it tell you. What do you...desire?"

An image came to Lois Lane's mind. The voice dragged it out of her. Something was in the woman in front of her, twisting her powers...a voice that could break things with a whisper was now pulling her strings like a puppet.

Her lip trembled as she gave her answer.