End: Blaze Sucks Lois Dry Before She Can Decide

Moral choices are like breathing: if you have to think about it, you're probably doing it wrong. Yet sometimes, something happens that just sucks your breath away. Takes that choice right out of your hands.

On her knees, Angelica Blaze kicked her suction into high gear.

Her head was a blur, black hair flying. Lois Lane gripped the pew for dear life as a mouth like a vacuum hose clamped onto her cock. It took all the reporter had to maintain her grip on the Black Grail, which curiously refused to spill any of its contents. Pleasure and pressure, both unfamiliar, built within the reporter's body...and before she knew it something burned its way up her urethra, and when it exploded out of the tip of her cock into the back of Blaze's mouth, Lois Lane's knees went weak and she went down.

Her ass hit the flagstones of the chapel hard enough to leave a bruise...and Blaze followed her down. That ridiculous cock and those mammoth balls that hung between the villain's legs, but the dark eyes were focused on one thing only: Lois Lane's cock. That mouthful of dick-milk, Lois Lane saw, wasn't enough. Only enough to whet the villain's appetite.

Dull, blank eyes stared out from Blaze's face as she sucked the reporter's cock, not letting the dickgirl reporter go limp for even a second. There was an expression there Lois had never seen on the woman's haughty features...contentment, perhaps. Peace. Certainly nothing of malice, hatred, or even much in the way of intelligence. As utterly placid as the missing women Lois had come to find, who were even now out there in the milking room like so many cows.

Lois Lane sighed. She had done this to Blaze...and now, she had to take responsibility for it. For her.

When, some hours later, the Justice League arrived they found everything as Lois Lane had told them: the milking room, the transformed women, the chapel and the Black Grail. Blaze was long gone, and the milling heroes congratulated Lois as they rounded up the nurses and the dickgirls being milked. If any of them noticed that a set of harnesses and a portable milking device were missing...no doubt they assumed that Blaze had taken it with her.

Lois Lane let out a sigh of relief when she finally returned to her apartment, just as dawn was breaking. Her new cock and balls were a bit cramped, stuffed into her panties. The reporter's new "guest" was in the living room, watching Baywatch. The massively-endowed dickgirl's clothes were gone, her massive erection turgid and swollen a deep purplish-red. Yellow-white cream pumped from the suction cup on the tip into an almost-full reservoir.

The great shaggy head turned from the screen as Lois came in. The nostrils flared.

"Cock?" Blaze asked. "Sucky sucky?"

Lois smiled as she pulled off her tight red pants. The head of her dick oozed as it bulged past the waistline of her panties.

"Sure," the reporter said. "You can suck my cock all night long if you want."

Which was not how Lois Lane ever imagined the end of her night out...but as she lay on the mattress, eager lips slurping tirelessly against her new prick, the reporter cast her mind back through all the decisions she had made to arrive at this point...and wondered if, after all, she hadn't made the right choices for both of them.