End: Blaze Brings Out Some Familiar Cunts For Lois To Lick

Blaze snapped her fingers. A plastic curtain parted, and into the tattoo room walked four ladies, dressed in bikini tops and crotchless bottoms, high-heels and jewelry and nothing else. They were all tall, fit, athletic women...and all of them, Lois Lane saw, had roses tattooed on their bared vulvas.

Yet what struck the reporter is that she knew these women.

The blonde girl-next-door with the blue bikini and matching mask was Stargirl, her golden staff in hand, new piercings in her nipples that showed through the triangles that covered the stiff nips. The redhead with the green skin, whose top crossed her chest like an X and whose blue boots came up to just below her knee, was Miss Martian. The statuesque Amazon with the broad muscled shoulders, tallest and most defined of them all, with star-shaped pasties over her nipples and big hoop earrings was Donna Troy. And coming in last was another blonde, this one with cornsilk hair and sky-blue eyes, slimmer and not as bust as Stargirl but nearly as tall as the Amazon...and Lois gasped when she recognized Supergirl, her nipples barely concealed by bits of red string.

"How...why..." Lois gasped. Every time she looked at their smiling faces, Lois found her gaze dragged down to their tattooed twats.

"Simple, really," Blaze said as she reached forward with one finger to rub the reporter's clit. "Those missing women you came to seek? They found me. They were willing to give me their souls in exchange for their heart's desires."

There was a crackle and snap as Blaze dropped her human guise. Dark horns rose out from her broad forehead, and her skin blossomed as if drops of blood had been dipped in milk, until her whole body was red as fresh blood. The pupil and iris faded from her eyes until they were pure white...and then they began to glow.

"To be as strong as an Amazon," Donna Troy said.

"To change my appearance," Miss Martian added.

"To be white, blonde, and beautiful," Supergirl and Stargirl said in unison, and the two blondes leaned against each other.

"You weren't the first to investigate, Lois Lane," Blaze said, as her finger dropped to the freshly-inked pussy. Lois gasped as the crimson digit effortlessly pushed inside. "One by one they came...and like you, their hubris led them here. Beneath my needle. My blood pushed under their skin as I wove the spell that would bind them to me. Just as I have with you."

"Oh...oh G...," Lois said as the realization crept in. Yet something stopped her from saying the name. As if her tongue had suddenly been nailed to the roof of her mouth.

"Now, now. Leave the blasphemy to me," Blaze said as she tugged gently on the pussy, and pleasure and pain coursed through the reporter. "You wanted to eat cunt, don't you? Well lean back and open wide."

Lois Lane did as she was ordered. Her body moved of its own volition, not obeying her commands...and worse than that, it shook with eager anticipation as Supergirl, the first of the ladies, position herself to sit on the reporter's face.

"I'm going to make you into the best rug-munching dyke in Metropolis," Blaze said as her finger slowly stretched the reporter's pussy. "Metropolis...and then the world! You'll be eating my little friends here out on the internet for all to see. Utterly **** and gagging for the taste. We'll see how Superman likes it when he sees your tongue buried so deep it's licking his cousin's cervix!"

There was triumph in Blaze's voice...and Lois Lane could hardly blame the scarlet succubus. She had won. Already, Lois tasted the tangy sweetness of Supergirl's slit, the gentle warmth of her crotch against the reporter's face. Unable to resist, Lois laid there and licked with single-minded devotion that first and most perfect of pussies...knowing full well a banquet of cunt had just begun.

Lois Lane had succeeded in her mission for her night out. She had found the missing women...but who, she wondered, would find her?