End: Rose Will Not Betray Her Girlfriend Lois Lane

Lois Lane stayed behind the mirrored glass as Rose addressed the cultists. There was a good bit of back-and-forth, but the berobed dickgirls listened carefully as they wiped the last of their cum off their cocks...

"Okay," one of the cultists said. "We'll take you to Blaze. She's the leader of our coven. She'll decide."

Rose stood up...pulled up her pants...and when she turned to Lois, the reporter drew her into a hug and pressed her lips against the young transwoman's, her tongue in her mouth. Fierce and hard, that kiss, a promise of everything that was to come...and then Lois stepped back.

"Go. Keep your eyes and ears open. Do you have a phone?"

She did. Lois Lane took it and set it to call her own phone, then locked the screen and and put it on silent. The reporter slid the phone into Rose's pocket.

"This way, I'll be able to hear everything. Stay safe, and we'll meet up when you're done, okay?"

Rose swallowed. She fidgeted, obviously nervous. Lois slid her hand around Rose's butt and gave it a squeeze.

"When you're done...you can fuck my ass for hours. I promise. And we'll go on a date tomorrow. Whatever you want."

Rose bit her lower lip, blushed...and nodded.

She left Lois Lane there as she headed out to meet the cultists. To join them...and Lois Lane felt a strange little twinge of worry in her chest as she held the phone to her ear, as she hoped that she hadn't just sent her new girlfriend out to her doom.

Sounds of movement, muffled by the cloth of Rose's pants. Lois caught the occasional word. Questions, answers...ominous mental chanting...and then a command.

"Disrobe."

It wasn't a voice Lois Lane knew...but it was a woman's voice, commanding, confident, and she spoke English with a strange accent that Lois couldn't place. Lois decided that had to be Blaze.

The reporter felt her heart sink as the muffles increased...she imagined the transwoman standing there naked among all the dickgirls.

"What is your desire, then? To take the form of woman?" The strange voice said.

"N-no," Rose said, her voice small and soft by comparison. Then: "I mean, I'd like to be...like them. More feminine, but...bigger...down there too. I want...I want to still be able to fuck my girlfriend in the ass!"

Lois Lane swallowed, her mouth suddenly very dry.

"Interesting. Well, little one, if you join us, I assure you...you will grow big enough to make her ass bleed. But before that, there is the matter of your initiation. Do you pledge yourself, body and soul, to the service of your sisters?"

"I do," Rose said.

"Do you pledge to shed your old life, to cast it behind you as the snake sheds its skin, and embrace the new name and new life I give you?"

"I do."

"Know this, then. The bond we make tonight forms a circuit among our souls. Among us you will learn to use the power I grant you...to reshape yourself, to mold your body and spirit into the form of your desire...and in return, you must pledge to use that power to my purpose as well. Kneel before me and declare yourself my acolyte, vessel of my power and teachings, and obedient to my commands!"

There was a dull thud as Rose's knees hit the floor...and then a very familiar wet smack and schluck, as though the transwoman gagged on something.

"Then by this obscene kiss, I welcome you into our number...and your name shall be Thorne! Now our coven is complete...and your sisters will partake of your body, to fill you with their essence, so that you may feel their power enter you and mingle with your own." There was the briefest of pauses. "Swallow it all."

Lois Lane sat there, alone, as she listened to the gangbang. She wasn't aware of when exactly her hands found their way down her pants. As poor Rose...or Thorne...gagged and moaned, her ass and throat fucked raw, the reporter could only listen and let her fingers rub across her clit...and then, in a moment of excitement, down the back of her pants to touch her ass. The reporter swallowed as she thought about what she had promised Rose, and Lois Lane always fulfilled her promises. She needed to make the hole ready...

It was some hours later, and the darkness of night was giving way to dawn, by the time Lois Lane met Thorne at the back of the club. The young transwoman looked haggard...but also subtly different. Lois saw that the breasts beneath her t-shirt were more prominent, the face more androgynous, the hair longer and silkier...and the bulge in her pants was definitely bigger than last time.

"How did I do?" Thorne said, her voice raspy and raw. Lois gave her a hug and they set out toward the reporter's apartment.

"You did great," Lois said...and the reporter had gathered quite a bit on the cult, from what Blaze and the others had said. On the long walk toward her apartment, Lois let Thorne tell her story, and asked the occasional question. A full thirteen members to this coven, counting Blaze, who looked like a more human version of the statue Lois had found. They had spoken of rites and spells...and Blaze had done one on Thorne that sounded much like the spell that Lois herself had tried earlier. From the descriptions, the other members of the coven had all been women, but had abandoned their old names and lives...which is why, Lois reflected, she hadn't been able to find the missing women.

"Most of them are camgirls, sex workers," Thorne said as they took the elevator up to Lois Lane's apartment. "They gave me some names and numbers. I'm, uh...I'm supposed to start my own show. I need to think about that. After our date."

Lois gave her fuckbuddy a squeeze. "And after you fuck my ass. A deal's a deal."

"Yeah...about that...you might want to prepare yourself."

In the bedroom, the pants came off...and Lois Lane saw what Thorne meant.

The cute little prick stood out stiffly, without a curve...but it had to be ten inches long erect, and as thick as Lois Lane's wrist, the Prince Albert piercing like the glint at the tip of a spear. It was easily twice the cock that the transwoman had sported before...and the heavy sack that swung beneath it showed none of the effects of HRT.

"I thought about what I want...what I really want. I thought I wanted to be a girl...but that was Rose's dream. My dream is to fuck you in the ass until your pass out from the pleasure of it."

Thorne's mouth twisted into a little smile. "So go into the bathroom and have an enema, and I hope you've got enough lube...because before I go to sleep, you're taking all of it. Like a good girlfriend should."

The voice was stronger, more dominant than before...and Lois Lane realized, as she slunk into the bathroom to do as she was told, that she had lost her Rose today, in pursuit of the truth. What she had gained was a pain in the ass...but that, in and of itself, the reporter thought, might be worth it.

The sun was up, and Lois Lane's night out was over when the reporter found herself bent over the edge of the bed. The cold metal of Thorne's cock piercing on the reporter's asshole. They had emptied out the bottle of lube by Lois Lane's bed to get the rod slick and wet...and now, slowly, the transwoman pressed forward.

Transwoman? No, Lois Lane thought, as her asshole opened like a flower, and the cold metal scraped along her colon. Thorne wasn't even halfway inside of the reporter when the ring of her anus began to burn, stretched open like this...and Lois remembered the spell she had said, what seemed like half a lifetime ago.

The form of my desire, she thought, as the cock slowly pierced her to the core. Did I want this? Did I cause this, somehow? To become a pierced slut who lets herself get fucked in the ass by a giant cock?

There was no answer to Lois Lane's question...because whether that spell was the cause of it all or not, that was where she found herself. With her lover buried deep inside her ass...her spy in Blaze's coven...her new girlfriend or fuckbuddy or whatever their relationship was now. Lois Lane owed Thorne much more than a piece of ass...but that would be the start of it.

"Ow!" Lois hissed as Thorne bottomed out. "Gentle!"

"You'll get used to it," Thorne said. "I expect you to take my cock up your ass a lot more often."

A little shiver went through Lois Lane...and whether it was fear or excitement, she didn't know, exactly...but she felt that Thorne was right.