End: Corrupt Her Body And Soul

A face emerged from the tentacles. The tentacles that swirled around it glowed as it broke through the swarm, so that Lois could see the familiar feminine features, the small nose and big eyes. Lois Lane felt the small tentacles sliding over her skin like worms, but the face descended toward her own...and it was her own face. The eyes opened and they were pools of pure liquid black. Like she was staring at herself face-to-face.

The mouth opened...and the reporter's mouth was **** open wide by the hundreds of wire-thin tentacles in her own mouth. She couldn't do anything as something slid out of the face in front of her. Dark and liquid. It slid into her mouth, and the tentacles opened her throat all the way down to her stomach. A burning heat that seemed to grow and build as it tore through her guts.

The face descended. Lois felt a hundred thousand tiny points of pain as the heads of the tentacles, now as thin as fishing wire, penetrated her skin. She could feel the tiny-cock-headed tentacles slide around beneath the surface of her, burrowing over muscle, beneath fingernails, sliding around beneath the surface of her overstretched pussy and ass and urethra. Things swam into her vision as tiny wriggling cocks pierced her eyes from beneath. Lois felt the lips touch hers...

...and then a shadow slid into her mind.

The reporter felt herself drift free. She was staring down at her body as it was profaned, penetrated from a million angles. A brief sadness shot through her, a moment of pity for those she had left behind.

I'm sorry, she thought. Lois Lane sucks cocks in hell.

For now, the thought came to Lois, unexpected.

The reporter found her ethereal gaze drawn to how her body was being torn apart...but also woven back together. Behind each tentacle as it burrowed through her flesh was left behind a dark filament. Within the shell of her skin, muscles were being torn apart and rebuilt of stronger threads. Cocks burst in her heart, so that the healthy red muscle was replaced by pumping organ of black muscle and white fat. Her cunt and ass squeezed, and now infernal power flowed through the muscles, forcing the tentacles that held them open to bend.

What are they doing? Lois thought...and almost as soon as she had formed the idea, the answer blossomed in her mind. They're remaking me into one of them. That's what I agreed to, when I cast the spell. I damned myself...

...but doesn't it feel good? That strange, unexpected thought came to Lois again. Separated from her body, the spirit could only dimly feel the mix of pain and pleasure that her human form experienced. Yet Lois could dimly sense the power of her new body, as the million tentacles remade it. Her perfected self, growing within the loose-fitting skin of the old Lois Lane. The former reporter could see the seams now, around the eyes and mouth, cunt and ass. It reminded her of the Aztec rites of Xipe Totec, the Flayed God, whose priests wore the skins of their victims.

The tentacles were taking great and careful care to keep the skin mostly intact.

I'll want to wear it when I go back, Lois realized, a heat burning within her now, an almost sexual excitement at the idea. People will see it and recognize the old me, they'll trust me, they'll let me get close, and then...

The former reporter felt a momentary blankness in her thoughts. A discontinuity. Some inner struggle as whatever was left of her soul rebelled against the knowledge of her new mission...and then the moment passed, and Lois knew only that it was time.

Her spirit-self, her soul, burned like pitch as it descended toward her open mouth. Smeared with spiritual foulness inside and out, she squeezed herself past teeth that had been forged in hellfire from white pearls dredged from the river Styx, slid into bones woven with Acheronian iron, and muscles that were black and hard. Psychoplasm dripped from her naked slit, clear and translucent to the naked eye, but potent with the spiritual excrescence that oozed from her dark soul. The former reporter's consciousness seated itself once more in her brain, where tentacles still slithered about their work, hers to command now...and opened violet eyes which saw so much more.

With a gesture the mass retreated for a space...with a word, the walls between Earth and Hell were breached, and Lois Lane slid out, naked and covered in the slime of her rebirth, into the filthy bathroom. The portal closed behind her, like the ass of the universe clamping tight.

It was so cold here, away from what Lois Lane thought of as home. She sniffed the air and scented prey...a man in the bathroom outside, with clothes...a wallet...money...and a soul, however begrimed with petty sins.

Lois licked her lips. Not much more than an appetizer...but he would be a start.

There are many decisions that led Lois Lane to this point on her night out, many twists and turns she could have taken...but there are few where her corruption, body and soul, were ever so complete, or where the consequences for the world would be so dire. Yet that is a story for the future...for Lois Lane, the night was at an end...and a dark and glorious destiny had begun.