End: Oral Occult Ritual

Rose and Lois were led downstairs. Lois felt a glimmer of concern, as they passed back through the Black Door...and the reporter saw that the room with the statue was filled with robed and cowled cultists. The reporter leaned over to the transwoman and whispered.

"I thought you said this was a cocksucking contest!"

Before Rose could speak, hands clapped heavily on their shoulders. A tall woman, a header above Lois, grinned down at the reporter. Lois saw dark eyes from within the hood, a Mona Lisa smile on the generous lips.

"It is a contest, sweetmeat. Or perhaps you might better call it an ordeal. If you pass, you get to join us."

Lois swallowed. "What if we...don't pass?"

"Then you don't get to join us," the hand slipped down from the reporter's shoulder to grab her ass. "But I think you will want to."

Soon enough, Lois found out what she meant.

The Black Door slammed shut, and was locked.

"Sisters!" the tall woman said, and the crowd in the small room grew quiet. "We have here two initiates for the cult of Blaze! But we must first see if there is a fire in their hearts that cannot be quenched with mortal seed! Ladies...disrobe!"

Under the watchful eye of that priapic statue, the women let their hooded robes fall...and every one was naked. Every one female...except down between their legs, where a pretty pussy should have been, was a stiff little prick.

"What do you need?" The leader of the coven shouted.

"Seed!"

"What do you do with seed?"

"FEED!"

On their knees at the foot of the statue, Lois and Rose waited quietly. The women...there must have been a dozen...were stroking themselves. Forming two orderly lines. Lois recognized some of them...she could pick out the faces of the women she had come to find. The tall woman, still in her robe, stood behind the kneeling cocksuckers.

"Everyone in this room has been where you are," she said. "Everyone here has been transformed by their desires. Faced with the hungers that society would deny them, here we satisfy them among ourselves. Safe...secure...all the cum you ever want or need..."

The first cock stepped up to Lois. The young woman...man...dickgirl...shemale...whatever she was, looked shy. Her cock was barely four inches, but the sack beneath it was grotesquely swollen by comparison, a pair of avocados dangling beneath the soft dark prick.

"...but first, you have to swallow us all."

It slipped past the reporter's lips without resistance. Pushed through the gap where the reporter's front teeth were...and the young acolyte grabbed the reporter's shoulders and held on as Lois bobbed her head, tongue sliding under the sensitive glans, sucking hard. This one would blow quickly...

She did. With a mousy squeak that set the reporter's heart a-flutter, the young woman pumped her seed into the reporter's mouth after barely a dozen strokes...but it kept cumming and cumming, the young hips twitching. The cum pooled in the reporter's mouth...and she was almost shocked to find that it wasn't bitter at all. A rich, almost savory taste, like biting into a rare steak. Lois swallowed it eagerly, everything that the young acolyte had to give her, slurping greedily at the dick...and when the soft prick finally slid past her lips, the reporter ran her split, pierced tongue around her mouth, savoring the flavor.

There were many more cocks to suck.

Beside her, Lois could tell Rose was struggling. She gagged once or twice, and nearly dribbled a bit of jizz out of her mouth. It was taking the young transwoman longer to make them cum, and her line was consequently longer. At one point, Lois heard her retch...and her mouth still full of fresh hot sperm, the reporter had leaned over, grabbed the young transwoman's head and pressed her mouth over hers. Letting their tongues twist together, sharing the sperm between them...until she heard Rose breathing normally again.

Lois lost count of how many cocks she sucked that night. Everyone in the room, she was sure, except for the leader of the coven had cum inside of her at least twice. The reporter's stomach felt oddly bloated. She had to pee. Her crotch ached fiercely.

The leader clapped her hands.

"Excellent. Now then...Lois. Rose. Do you wish to join or coven? Or have you sucked enough cock to fill your lust?"

The reporter blinked. She had never told the leader her name, she was sure of it...but there was a tingle between her legs, a pins-and-needles sensation that was like the spell of desire.

"We want more!" Lois and Rose said together.

The two of them doubled over, then. There was a horrible pressure between the reporter's legs, and she fumbled to pull down her pants, Rose doing the same...and the leader threw her hood back, revealing a pair of dark horns, and a familiar expression...as Lois Lane stared down between her legs to see a stiff little prick and a swollen sack that looked like she was smuggling a pair of mangoes.

"You've got some balls," the demon said. "Aching, no doubt. Ladies...help our new sisters out."

On their hands and knees, the naked women descended on Lois and Rose...and the last thing the reporter saw was an eager mouth slide over her shaft, even as one of her new sisters slipped their nuts into the reporter's open mouth, the flaccid cock drooling over her eyes.

Lois Lane went through many changes on her night out; learned many things about herself...and when she finally left that club, cum-drunk, pierced, and shemale...the reporter realized that while she hadn't expected what she had found, she had found exactly what she had set out to.

As for the future...and how the Daily Planet would adjust to the new Lois Lane...well, that is another story.