End: Destroy His Genitals

**** piece of shit, the thought burned through Lois Lane's mind, hot and bright as a tracer bullet. She didn't fight as the stinking man pulled her pants down. Didn't have to look down to see him free his own prick. A part of her down there could smell it.

The blade held against her throat was very cold as he struggled to violate her.

Lois Lane focused on her pussy. On the thing that her pussy had become. She felt the warm tip of his erect prick against her lips.

It was so pathetically simple.

Her cunt shot forward like a striking cobra. It engulfed his pathetic prick, the elastic opening slipped over his balls. Lois looked into the ****'s eyes as his world went suddenly, violently wrong. The knife trembled in his hand as he felt the pussy-tentacle begin to constrict. She grabbed his arm, **** the blade away.

Then she emasculated him.

The crushing **** of Lois Lane's cunt squeezed down on him, and the small, fragile testes exploded. The raw meat of his prick, swollen with blood, was compressed into a thin tube the diameter of a pencil. An erotic thrill shot through the reporter as blood shot up inside of her, hungrily devoured by the digestive enzymes that her pussy-tentacle pumped down the tube that connected them.

She held him there, a vicious leer on her lips as she worked the muscles down there. Squeezing his dick-meat out as a pulpy good, to be dissolved and swallowed by her pussy-tentacle. Feeding herself. Disarming him. When, after barely a minute, her pussy withdrew, there were only empty bits of skin that dangled from his crotch, like empty sausage casings.

With a twist of her wrist, she **** him to drop the knife...and then she pushed him back.

He stumbled. Ran. Fear, delicious in its purity, engulfed the new eunuch as he stumbled back into the darkness that had birthed him. Lois licked her lips and pulled up her pants, her hungry pussy temporarily sated.

The reporter turned and headed away from the club behind the club. Realization of what she had just done hung heavily on her. Not just the sense of power, but content, like she would feel after a good meal. There was a warm firmness in her lower abdomen that hadn't been there before, not even when she had swallowed Rat's manhood.

Lois Lane went up stairs, fled the noise and crowd of the club and out a fire door into an alley. A part of her wondered why she wasn't sick to her stomach, after what she had just done. Why guilt didn't gnaw at her. Maybe it would later. Yet for now...for now she didn't know what she felt. Satisfied? Horrified? It was all mixed up inside of her head.

Her mission forgotten, Lois Lane decided then and there her night out was at an end. She trudged back toward her apartment, to struggle through what to do next.

Wondering what to do when her pussy was hungry again. Who to go to for help, if there was anyone she could call for this. Zatanna, perhaps. But that would mean confessing to what she had just done. The reporter shook her head. Her pussy throbbed. It could smell the cock of every man they passed. It was distracting, but more than that the reporter was disturbed at how quickly used to it she got. As if with every step, this thing between her legs became more and more a part of her.

"What am I going to do?" Lois whispered to herself as, tired and upset, she came at last to her apartment door...only to find Clark Kent standing there. He smiled, as if pleasantly surprised to see her.

"Lois!" He said. "I knocked, but it turned out you weren't in."

"Hey, Smallville, just getting back," Lois managed a weak smile...but her hips twitched, as the monster between her legs fairly tried to jump at him. Lois Lane felt the unfamiliar stir of sexual excitement. As if she was popping a lady boner right in front of him. "What's up?"

"A possible lead in that missing women case," Clark said. "I was nearby...I should have texted, but I forgot my phone. Oh, and I brought you Chinese."

Typical, Lois thought as she looked at the paper bag in his hand. It smelled wonderful. Yet the hunger in her stomach had nothing to do normal food. Her eyes dropped to Clark Kent's crotch. There was a bulge there. She licked her lips.

Not sure what she was thinking, Lois stepped up close...so close that her breasts brushed his chest.

"Well, come on in, Smallville," the reporter said, her voice suddenly husky. "I could eat."

The night was over. A new and terrifying chapter had opened in Lois Lane's life. Yet that is another story.