End: The Cock Has A Hypnotic Effect On Lana Lang

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"What the hell?" Lois Lane said, brow furrowed. "That is an unacceptable number of exclamation marks. Look, Lana...Lana?"

The reporter lowered her phone to stare at the redhead...who was now on her knees, swaying gently. Lois Lane's cock was swaying in time, back and forth, like a snake being charmed...but Lois wasn't sure who was charming who here.

"Lana, can you hear me?" Lois asked.

"Yesss..." the word slipped out of Lana Lang's mouth like a sigh. Lois noticed that the bite marks on the redhead's right boob were weeping a glowing fluid. That didn't bode well.

"Are you feeling okay, Smallville?" Lois asked.

"I'm...greaaaat..." Lana said. Her blue eyes were unfocused, the irises huge, and one hand stole down between her legs to rub at her slit. The reporter's cock, still moving on its own, stretched forward and bumped its head against Lana Lang's nose. The elicited a girlish giggle from the redhead...and then she opened her mouth, extending her tongue.

Lois watched in fascination as her cock slid into the reporter's mouth...and gasped. She could feel the heat and wetness of Lana's mouth. Mindlessly, the redhead began to suck on the head of the demonic dick, which seemed more complacent now.

With a sigh, Lois closed the DMN app and fired up her text messaging. This was going to be hard to explain to the Justice League...

By the time there was a discreet knock on the door of the stall, the music and the screaming had stopped. Lois Lane sighed and shifted. She was seated on the toilet, Lana Lang's head buried between her thighs. The long, slender black cock was all the way down her throat, and the redhead's lips were locked around the base, her eyes still locked in that mindless gaze.

Not exactly mindless, Lois had found out. Just...suggestible. Very suggestible.

"Lois?" Zatanna's voice came from beyond.

"We're here, Zee," Lois said. "Just a second. Lana, honey, I need you to stop sucking my cock for a second."

Obediently, Lana placed her hands on the reporter's knees and pulled back. The long, contented python between the reporter's legs slipped out, coated with saliva, and hung limp and happy over the edge of the toilet bowl.

"Go open the door and do what Zatanna says," Lois ordered, and the redhead did so.

The next few hours were only slightly more embarrassing than any other physical. Doctor Fate, Zatanna, John Constantine, and Raven of the Titans all came to admire her demonic dick. The exhausted reporter had to grab the tainted tentacle whenever one of the women came too close, as it tried to bite them.

Spells were intoned. Amulets shed forth odd light. There were a couple attempts at exorcism...and finally, to the reporter's consternation, the four of them went into a kind of huddle.

"Is Lana going to be okay?" Lois asked, near dawn.

"Yes," Zatanna said. "The...venom...puts them in a hypnotic state, but that should only last for eight hours or so. We've taken Blaze into custody. Your...appendage...however..."

The sorceress launched into an explanation with occult language Lois didn't understand. It was like the insurance spiel before renting a car. The reporter shook her head.

"Bottom line it for me, Zee," Lois said.

"You accepted the changes," Zatanna said. "It's a part of you now. We can't change you back."

"So I have to go through my life with a demonic tentacle that bites women and turns them sex slaves?" Lois Lane said bitterly, her shoulders slumping.

"Well...we can work with you about the biting thing," Zatanna said. "But hypnosis doesn't work that way. You can't do anything you don't want to do when you're hypnotized. It removes inhibitions and makes you more suggestible, but Lana Lang wouldn't suck your cock unless some part of her wanted to do that."

"Well that's...better. I guess," Lois Lane said. She stared at her cock. It had curled up on her thigh, a bit like a pet snake.

Zatanna twirled a lock of hair around her finger.

"But, um, we really should help you get better control of it. How about you get some sleep, and I stop by your place...say, three o'clock?" Zatanna said. There was something in her voice that caught the reporter's attention. She looked into Zatanna's eyes and saw the pupils were a little dilated.

"Sure," Lois said. With an effort, she stood up. Her dick didn't even fight as she pulled up her pants.

"Great!" Zatanna said, blushing a little. "It's a date!"

The caped crusaders led Lana Lang off, and Lois followed them, not entirely sure what just happened. In her too-tight red pants, the black dick slithered around, seeking a more comfortable spot. The reporter winced as it pulled itself down, beneath her mons, and slithered up her ass cheeks. Lois tugged her jacket down, hoping no one would see the head of her new dick poking out the back of her pants as she hot-dogged herself.

"This has been a really weird night out," Lois Lane said to herself...and wondered at the true extant of her demonic dick's ability to influence women, and what the future might bring.

Yet that is a different story.