End: It Works...Perhaps A Little Too Well

It was like asking Winnie the Pooh if he wanted a dollop of honey.

Snowflame sniffled. He held the reporter up above the stake with his superhuman strength, ready to plant her like all the others. Yet his small pink tongue ran along dry lips. His face twitched. Lois Lane could read his internal conflict on his face, plain as day, and it was like the charge of the Rohirrim into the body of orcs at Helm's Deep. The super-addict's will crumbled in the face of such immediate gratification.

Which is how Lois Lane found herself on her back, stripped naked, legs spread wantonly. Her hands were tied behind her head, and Lois tried to blindly work on those bonds. Around her, the planted women with the coca leaves growing out of their bodies stirred slightly at the sight before them.

The white-haired villain had his head between her legs. His hot breath washed over her quim, which quivered in sick anticipation. With one hand, his yellow-stained fingers spread her labia. With his other, he held out a small baggie of white powder.

"I don't NORMALLY do this," he said, eyes laser-focused on the reporter's pink pussy. "The mucous membranes ABSORB some of the COKE. Like SNOW that MELTS in the RAIN. I have to snort it FAST."

"It's okay," Lois said weakly, a fake smile plastered on her face. "Just, uh, do as much as you want. I don't mind. Really excited. Never got anyone to do this to me before."

The reporter's heart hammered in her chest as the white powder sprinkled out into her pussy. A chill ran up the reporter's spine as she felt each grain land on her pussy. Every warning Lois Lane had ever felt about hard **** came back to her. On top of which, the dilated eyes of Snowflame were pools of blackness. Lois knew that in just a moment, that super-powered addict would bury his nose in her pussy, the most secret part of her, and here she was, just letting it happen.

"It's SNOWing," he whispered, as the pale dust wafted into the reporter's pussy. His nostrils flared and closed, as if he could suck in the **** from here. A tremor ran through his arm...and then, to the reporter's shock, he upended the entire bag, to pour the whole thing into her exposed cunny.

Lois Lane's eyes bulged. Her pussy instantly went numb. She stared as, in slow motion, she saw her pussy juices soak into the pile of white powder, dissolving the cocaine. Her whole body froze in disbelief. Stunned, not even afraid.

Then Snowflame rammed his nose into her cunny.

In any other situation, it would have been funny. Snowflame snuffled like a pig. His nose crammed into her cunny until her clit slammed between his eyes. The villain's tongue slathered out, over and into her pussy, to catch all the cocaine-rich juices that might dribble out over the reporter's asshole.

The bound, naked woman shut her eyes. Her fingers tore at her bonds while Snowflame was absorbed in licking and snorting every bit of powder from her pussy. Her nipples were stiff and hard, and the dead eyes of the plant-women watched nonchalantly as Snowflame's snowy locks shook, and his tongue delved deep into her pussy.

He wasn't trying to eat her out. Not directly. Yet Lois Lane had lovers who were worse at oral sex, and her body didn't know the difference between his guileless and maniac attentions and the inexpert tongue and lips of a fumbling fuckboy.

Then Lois felt the delicious shiver that ran from her juicy cunt to the rest of her body. Excitement built up inside of her. She opened her eyes, and the lights and colors seemed brighter, sharper, almost painfully so. Although she couldn't see it, she knew her eyes were dilating, and a terrible energy filled her body.

Lois was getting high off the cocaine.

She licked her lips as the panting, slobbering villain between her legs paused. Veins stood out on his face and neck. His body seemed to almost vibrate with barely-constrained power. The air above his body twisted into invisible flames, and a white light burned behind his eyes.

"That...that was great, baby," Lois said. Her smile wasn't faked now. She felt great. Invincible. Sexy. Insatiable.

"Got any more?"

Which is how Superman eventually found Lois Lane. Quivering in a sexual frenzy, Snowflame lay still between her legs, his nostrils blocked by cocaine and buried in her cunny. The reporter shivered in the throes of her new addiction as the Man of Steel tore away her bonds.

"It's okay, Lois," Superman said, unable to hide the hurt in his eyes. "We'll get you...some help...I think Zatanna knows a good rehab clinic."

The reporter grinned maniacally. Buzzing in place. Unable to stop twitching. Rubbing her naked body against him even as he carried her outside.

That was how her story ended. Flying through the air as she came down, destined for a few weeks in a clinic to overcome her new addiction. Later, she would learn how the Justice League confronted the demon down below, rescued the women, returned them to something like normal life. Lois was stuck in pajamas, tonguing her meds, squabbling with nurses, feeling the itch inside of her that she couldn't scratch...not until she got clean, not until she got out can could find someone who was dealing...

The reporter licked her lips as they landed outside the facility. Her pussy squeezed tight. She could still feel the echo of that tongue inside of her. So addictive. She could feel it with her entire body. How much more she wanted.

Her night out was over, but her story would go on...