End: Lois Lane Is Sent To Defile The Communion Wafers

As a new reporter on the beat, Perry White had sent Lois Lane out on a series of articles on exploring how Metropolis worked. The hidden and not-so-hidden economies, the secret places, the systems that made this a city, not just a mass of glass and steel and concrete, or a human anthill. She had gone down into the sewers and heard and seen the history of the city told in layer after layer of brick; had ridden old trollies to half-forgotten post offices, taken tea in tiny ethnic enclaves that still spoke little English, met the libraries who kept the keys to rooms that could not be opened for a hundred years yet.

And a young priest, smiling, still new to the collar, fresh from Rome, had shown her the bakery where every communion wafer for the city was made.

The reporter went down a side alley, and the cock between her legs throbbed and ached with pent-up need. Lois Lane could hear the command in her head, but could not stop herself as she went to an unmarked door, raised a hand to test the knob...and felt a silent relief flood her as she found it was locked.

Then a black spark leaped from her hand. A gaping abyss opened inside of her stomach as the door swung outward, and the reporter stealthily slipped in.

The bakers, devout Catholics all, were at work. Lois had to press herself into a shadowy nook and wait, for long minutes, not daring even to breath. Until young Giancarlo stepped out for a smoke break...and then Lois was there, over the great mixing vat where the dough was stirred.

Her overcoat fell open, and the reporter grabbed her dick with aching familiarity and need. She pressed the base of her cock against the rim of the bowl as she jerked, driven by a terrible, frantic urgency. One that Lois wished had nothing of pleasure in it. Yet she could not deny the need that built up inside of her body. The way the throb of the mechanical mixer stimulated her. The terrible knowledge of what she was about to do...all the men and women who would consume some of that tainted host...

"Uuurrgh!" Lois bit back a guttural scream as jet black pearls erupted from her cock. To fall into the pale dough like crude oil. Almost instantly to disappear into the mix.

Panting and ashamed, Lois went back into hiding. Giancarlo passed her without seeing, and she slipped out behind him before the door had been shut.

She walked the streets of Metropolis, and despite the overcoat she felt naked and ashamed at what she had done...both in the bakery, and all night long. The choices she had made had damned her soul. In the back of her mind, Lois could almost hear the chuckling of the scarlet succubus...

You did well, ****, Blaze's voice broke into the reporter's thoughts. Now hurry home. Mommy wants more of your cock.

Between her legs, the aching prick began to stiffen again. Lois Lane swallowed bitterly and stalked the streets, drawn back to the scene of her crime. This would be a night out she would never forget...and never forgive herself for.