End: Feed Lois The Corrupted Host, To Make Lois One of Them

The last, pussy-soaked wafer was pulled from the reporter's slit. Slimy with her juices...and with something else. Lois Lane's eyes went wide as she saw the grey-white goo that dripped from it—thick as honey, quivering like jelly, and the smell oddly ammoniac, chemical, musky, familiar. The reporter could feel the saliva build in her mouth as the tainted host was brought to her lips.

"This is my body, which is given for you; do this in the remembrance of me."

The demon's voice dripped with irony, a smile on her cruel, generous lips as the piece of bread was pushed into the reporter's mouth...and then the hand closed over Lois Lane's mouth, pinched shut her nostrils.

The reporter could feel it on her tongue. The soggy bread, that tasted of pussy and something else; like rancid semen sucked from a used condom—something Lois had done once, when she was drunk, at a party in university—and now it came back to her again as her saliva began to break down the bread and jizz. A weird sweetness pervaded her mouth, to play off against the bitter saltiness of the semen.

The air grew stale in the reporter's lungs. She knew what was expected of her, but a part of Lois resisted. Even though she couldn't move her legs, lay limp with that hot hand that held the back of her neck, that clamped across her mouth. Tears filled Lois Lane's eyes. The sounds of the orgy were like the crash of ocean waves in her ears.

The demon waited, utterly patient, those glowing white eyes half closed. Waited until Lois could take it no longer...and swallowed the half-dissolved mess in her mouth. It burned as it slid down the reporter's esophagus. The strange half-smile on the scarlet succubus' face spread a little wider, to expose white teeth...and released her grip on the reporter's mouth.

"This is blood of the new covenant," the demon whispered...and Lois saw the crimson tongue caught between those white teeth. They bit into the soft flesh, and bright blood splurted over the white teeth. The bloody mouth descended, the bloody tongue slid into Lois Lane's mouth.

Liquid metal burned through the reporter's mouth. Lois Lane's lips seized on the wounded tongue and sucked. Fire moved through her veins and enveloped her brain. It was like being suddenly drunk. The darkness seemed brighter, a pleasant lightheadedness filled the reporter as she rose from the altar, no longer bound in body or spirit. All the reporter's fears, tiredness, and concerns melted away in an instant...and when the demon Blaze pulled her tongue from the reporter's mouth, she said loudly:

"Now...come greet our new sister!"

Hands pulled the naked cultist from the altar. Lois Lane felt herself lifted up, as though crowdsurfing...and then she was borne down toward the floor. The eager hands explored her body. The massed stink of human bodies, the massed heat, surrounded her. Hands groped her breasts. Spread her thighs. Eager tongues pushed into her cunt and ass. Hot lips kissed her neck and sucked on her toes...and Lois Lane's last vision of the demon Blaze was to see her stand before the altar, a mask of sheer triumph on her face...and then a woman straddled the reporter's face and blocked out the sight, a salty, tangy twat pressed against her lips, and Lois gave herself over to the orgy.

When Lois Lane set off on her night out, the reporter had hoped to find the women who had gone missing...and she had, though not in the way she had hoped. She recognized the woman whose cunt she sucked. The one whose spit-slick fingers slid up the reporter's asshole. Another who suckled at Lois Lane's small tit like a baby. Lois Lane felt a sense of wholeness, of closure at this recognition. These women were her new sisters...her fellow cultists...devotees of pleasure, of sin, of the demon Blaze who had through the corrupted host blown a dark flame into their souls.

In the days and weeks to come, Lois Lane would be listed as missing as well...yet she felt, in that moment, that she had found a new self.