End: Lois Helps Inseminate Circe

"You're...sure she wanted this?" Lois said, as with her gloved hands she pulled the pre-sterilized speculum out of the package.

"Absolutely," Dr. Blaze's words were oddly calming. If the reporter didn't pay attention, she found herself simply going along with what the dickgirl doctor said without thinking. Lois put that reaction down to tiredness...it had been a long night, and the reporter didn't feel any closer to resolving the mystery of the missing women than when she had first entered the club.

"You'd be surprised at how many women come here for a cunt full of cum. Just look at how she's dressed."

Lois frowned. There was something so wrong with those words, but it was hard to say exactly why. She

"But...she's naked." The reporter said at last. It looked so strange to have the doctor there with her dick out, the gloved hand rubbing over the hard shaft, masturbating within a foot of the **** sorceress's freshly-repaired pussy.

"All the better for the procedure. Now, lube her up a little bit and ease the speculum in gently. We don't want her stitches to pop."

That made too much sense to ignore, so Lois grabbed the tube of surgilube and liberally greased Circe's pussy. Even as she went about her task, a part of the reporter's mind wondered if this was really right. Then a thought came to Lois.

"Do you treat all the women here?" The reporter asked as she rubbed the clear good into Circe's puss with her gloved fingers. The **** woman barely stirred, even when Lois pushed a single finger into her depths. Even through the gloves, the pussy felt warm and tight to the reporter's mind.

"Sure," Blaze said...and Lois noticed that her face was flushed now, eyes dilated, the dickgirl panting softly. All the tell-tale signs that the dickgirl was about to blow.

"Careful, doctor!" Lois said. "You don't want to cum too soon!"

Blaze paused in her masturbation, the thumb and forefinger squeezed tight behind her glans, so that the rubbery purple head looked swollen and ready to burst. The Mona Lisa smile played on the doctor's wide mouth.

"Just edging. We want a nice, full load for her pussy. What was that you were asking before?"

Lois blinked, her thoughts off-course by Blaze's comment. Carefully, she pressed the lip of the speculum against the well-greased cunny. There was a little resistance as it slipped in, and Circe's regular deep breathing stopped briefly...and Lois froze, like she had done when she was afraid of her roommate might walk in and catch her masturbating...and then, after several heartbeats, Circe's breathing continued, and Lois pressed the speculum as deep as it could go.

"I'm looking for some...friends," Lois said. "Diana Reynolds, Mara de la Cruz, Tonya wong, and Jenny Dunlap. I think they're working here."

Blaze began to masturbate again. A gentle but audible fap-fap-fap, almost hypnotic in its regularity.

"Turn the screw. Open her up a bit wide. But be careful of the stitches!" The doctor ordered. "Yes, I know your friends. They've each come to me for their...lady troubles. I'm sure they're all going to be on break soon; I'll show you to the break room where you can talk to them."

Carefully, Lois did as she was told. Inside, her heart leaped: Dr. Blaze knew where the missing women were! She was going to introduce Lois to them!

All they had to do was finish Circe's insemination.

The screw turned, and the speculum slowly widened. Having had to deal with this kind of thing herself with a gynecologist, Lois wondered if maybe Circe was lucky to be ****. It was always a terribly invasive feeling...the cold metal, the uncomfortable shape, the way it stretched your muscles in unfamiliar ways... Circe moaned in her sleep, and Lois reached over and squeezed one of the sorceress's breasts to help calm her down.

"That's fine," Dr. Blaze said. "Not too wide. All we need is to get the head of my dick in. Do lend me a hand, won't you?"

Lois Lane frowned. There was something so wrong about that sentence, and yet she instinctively reached out and grabbed the doctor's cock and guided it right to the entrance of the splayed cunt, until it almost touched the speculum.

Her hand ran back and forth, thumb rubbing against the sensitive frenulum at the base of the glans, forefinger rubbing over the crown, faster and faster. Just the sort of thing that used to drive her boyfriends crazy so that they'd cum in seconds instead of minutes... Of course, then, Lois had usually been aiming the cocks at her own breasts, or her face, or even the toilet if she was just helping them masturbate, and here she was about to help Dr. Blaze shoot her load deep inside Circe's cunny...and hoping that the sleeping beauty wouldn't awake.

As she worked, and the doctor panted, and Circe stirred in her sleep, the doubts grew in Lois Lane's mind.

Why am I doing this? Is this really right? It just seems so weirdly...strangely wrong. Like I'm violating her. I mean, I was eating that pussy out not long ago, and didn't Circe say she was a lesbian? She never mentioned anything about a baby. Maybe I should...

But it was too late.

Jet black pearls shot out of the purple prick-head. Lois Lane almost gasped as rope after oily rope was pissed into Circe's depths. It seemed like so much more than her boyfriends had ever managed. Silently, the reporter counted...

"Seven...eight...nine...TEN..."

The doctor sighed as she wiped her cockhead off on the edge of the speculum.

"Lois, please grab a pillow and stuff it under her ass. We need to raise the patient's hips up so that load can soak in."

"Of course, doctor," Lois said as she released the dick. It was only as she was maneuvering it under Circe's lower back that she paused to ask.

"How did you know my name?"

Doctor Blaze smiled as she stuffed her softening dick into her pants. "I know the names of all the employees. You are an employee, aren't you?"

"Yes," Lois lied. She mentally kicked herself for nearly blowing her cover. "Of course."

"Then since we're done here, let's go talk to your friends."

The reporter followed Blaze...and she did meet the missing women, interview them, and make her way out of the club and brothel safely. It was not until she was well on her way home that the nagging voice in the back of her mind had her review the events of the night and realize that things had not gone quite as they should have...but that is another story.