End: Answers and Revelations

Lois Lane stumbled into darkness, pants still around her knees. A hand held hers, guided her along. The fingers on her inner wrist were warm. Someone pressed something damp and dry against her face—a towel. Another slid between her legs as the reporter ground to a stop. The reporter knew she should protest but somehow it didn't feel...right.

The towels were soft and warm, as though fresh from the dryer. She enjoyed the caress of the fingers through the fabric as it soaked up the goo that oozed from pussy and ass, that had dripped down her inner thighs. The hands that guided it to the nasty black jizz that dribbled down her chin were knowing, but not aggressive. They didn't want to welcome her. It was almost like...a welcome.

When the towels pulled away, Lois was clean and dry, though she could still taste the demon's jizz, still feel the line of slime that ran from the back of her throat to her asshole, the goo still buried deep inside her pussy where the towels had not gone. A flame flickered from an old-fashioned brass lamp that hung from the ceiling, and Lois found herself in a square stone room, padded benches along the walls, on which were seated women...and in the center, beneath the lamp, holding her hand, a naked hermaphrodite with blood-red skin, dark horns curling up from her brow, a mane of oily black hair spilling over her shoulders. The cock, now average-sized, was still erect, the balls bloated and swollen by comparison making it look smaller than it really was. The pink nipples on the small teats were hard as rocks.

"Hail and welcome, sister," the voice spoke was familiar...that voice that had given Lois the instructions.

Lois looked around...and saw familiar faces staring back at her. Diana Reynolds, Jenny Dunlap, Mara de la Cruz, Tonya Wong...these were the women she had come searching for. They met her gaze, and there was an expression on their face...a sort of knowing. The reporter felt an immediate kinship with these women. They had all gone through what she had, the reporter knew that instinctively. Yet why?

"You have questions," the demon said...and Lois knew, somehow, that this was Blaze. An actual demon. A little taller than Lois, but not by much. Frankly, not that impressive. It all felt just so...matter of fact. Terribly real. Almost mundane. "Ask."

"I came here..." Lois coughed, some of that cum still stuck in her throat that she couldn't seem to dislodge. The women around her smiled.

"You can't get rid of it," Blaze said, her voice gently. "I am a part of you now. You will get used to the sensation...many of your sisters come to enjoy it."

Lois frowned at that, but shrugged and carried on. "...I came to find some women that had gone missing. I've found them here. What is going on? What is this place?"

Blaze gave a Mona Lisa smile. Her pure white eyes flicked to the ladies around the room. Lois Lane's fellow cultists.

"Why not let them explain?" The demon let go of the reporter's wrist, and stepped backward, sitting on the padded bench with the others. Lois stood in the center of the room, before the lamp.

"I just really liked sucking dick," Jenny Dunlap said, starting off. "I couldn't get enough of it. I didn't want to whore myself out or anything, but I was attracted to the gloryhole upstairs...you must have seen it, if you followed the signs. I was intrigued...and after I joined, I found it was like a sorority. We have these regular meetings, and Blaze arranges cocks for us to suck. Strange, inhuman cocks. Like nothing you've ever experienced. I'm felt and tasted so many things since I joined...I guess I have left my old life behind. I spend most of my time split between here and upstairs, sucking dick. Money isn't a problem, the gloryhole pays the bills...and I have everything else I need."

"University wasn't working out," Tonya Wong said. "I have a new job now, long hours interning at a publisher downtown. Fellatio is my...hobby. My release. Yet it is a lonely hobby. I don't have a regular boyfriend or anything, can't stand the idea of trying to use a dating app just to suck cock. With the Cult of Blaze, I am connected with women that share my...inclination. We can suck cock together! Compare notes, technique. It has deeply enriched my life in the short period since I joined."

Diana Reynolds placed her hand on Tonya's knee and gave it a squeeze.

"I was raised in a very conservative household. Sex was sin. I lived in mortal fear of getting pregnant. Because of that, I never could really form a relationship with a man. I tried...I really tried," the blonde began to rub her palm. "When Tonya went to join, I watched...and...I liked watching. It got me hot. It took a while for me to really muster up the courage. I would follow her down here and listen at the door to the moans, the gagging, the laughter...I wanted so much to be a part of it, and...and I finally took the plunge. I'm still learning," she smiled nervously, showing white teeth, "and I still prefer to watch, but I feel like slowly I'm...coming out of my shell. Being more daring, sexually."

Mara de la Cruz leaned forward.

"I was...hurt. When I was younger. My parents blamed me. They called me a slut. The rumors went around school. By the time I graduated, I was a slut. I had three abortions before I started university." She stared hard into Lois Lane's eyes. "You know what it's like, to be judged? Everywhere I went, I was the cock-sucking slut...and that closed doors. No internships for the young woman that can't keep her legs closed. Professors made passes, offering grades for head...and I took it, not because I couldn't make the grades on my own, but because I needed to take any opportunity to get ahead. Drowning in student loan debt, no parents to rely on, ostracized by other women in my dorm...yeah, I had trains pulled on me in fraternity parts. Took money for sex. Tried my hand at nude modeling, dancing. Porn. I didn't do it smart, didn't make a lot of money. You know how little money you can make, with a porn video?"

The voice was bitter...and Lois knew it was real. She'd run across some of the shots people had posted of Mara on social media, the porn videos on websites.

"I found a group of people that accept me for who I am. Because we're all alike. All of us suck dick, even you. Are you going to judge me?"

The words struck Lois Lane like a blow.

"No," the reporter said quickly...and then realized that it was true. She wasn't going to judge Mara, or any of the others. Hadn't she sucked cock just like any of them.

"Now you know their truths," Blaze said. "But the question is, do you know the truth about yourself? Because it was more than just a story that brought you here, wasn't it Lois Lane?"

Blaze spread her legs, a drop of pre-cum oozing down her shaft. The balls hung beneath swollen and taut, almost cartoonish.

"Tonight is our night of sistership," the scarlet succubus went on. "In a little while, some naked men are going to come in here...all clean, all hard...and our ladies are going to take their pleasure sucking them off, however they choose. That pleasure can be yours as well...if you wish."

"You're one of us now," Jenny Dunlap said.

"You don't have to, but we want you to," Tonya Wong added.

"Think about all the things you've never done with a dick," Diana Reynolds said.

"No consequences," Mara de la Cruz finished. "Nothing goes beyond these walls. Suck cock with us, sister."

Lois Lane hesitated...torn. A part of her knew she should leave. She had her story, had all the answers that she had sought out tonight.

Then she thought of Jimmy Olsen upstairs, with his smeared lipstick, sucking cock through a hole because he couldn't find any other way to be himself. To be who he really was.

The reporter licked her lips. She could still feel the line of that slime that had anointed her insides. All eyes were on her.

"I guess...I could taste a cock," Lois said."

Mara de la Cruz smiled and shifted, making room on the padded seat.

"Bet you can't suck just one," one of the women joked...and they all laughed, Lois among them.

Her insides quivered as she pulled her pants up and sat with her sisters. Nostrils flaring in anticipation as Blaze snapped her fingers. The cocks began to file in...and the men were fit, naked, with bits in their teeth and blindfolds on, one hand on the shoulder of the man in front of them as they filed into the room...and Lois found, before her night out was over, that they had been right.

She couldn't suck just one.