End: There Is A Complication

Lois Lane grunted as Doctor Mid-Nite poked and prodded with his fingers. Then the fingers departed, and he grabbed a tool from the surgical tray...a long, thin, flat piece of metal. He carefully lubricated this as the reporter frowned in discomfort and pain, the stone prick grinding against her cervix.

With utmost delicate care, Doctor Mid-Nite poked and prodded...but no matter what he tried, he couldn't seem to get the shim in. His frown deepened...and at last, he said.

"Miss Lucy Lane...please go to the cabinet and fetch the plastic chest there."

Lois Lane, her knees apart and the stone prick grinding away, watched with trepidation as Doctor Mid-Nite opened the smooth black case...and took out a cordless electric drill. With meticulous care he checked the charge on the battery, and then keyed in a code that opened a smaller section inside the case containing a selection of drills.

"One of these is tipped with Kryptonite," Doctor Mid-Nite said. "Just in case I need to do brain surgery on Superman. Others are diamond-tipped...or made of a variety of other special substances. This particular one..."

He selected a relatively large-gauge drill that looked older than the others.

"...is said to have been forged from a piece of the nails pierced the hands of Christ."

Lois and Lucy blinked as he carefully fitted the drill bit to the device and gave it an experimental spin.

"Like...Jesus Christ?" Lucy said, as she took Lois' hand.

"Hmm-hmm," Doctor Mid-Nite said. "I don't know if that's strictly true, but I've found it quite efficacious against...malign magic."

A small speculum was slid in, just to give Doctor Mid-Nite more clearance to work the drill. With exaggerated care he stretched the labia as far apart as he could...and then leaned in. Lucy swallowed as she saw the six-inch drill bit slide into her sister's gaping twat...and Lois grimaced as the point of the drill touched the smooth base of the stone prick.

Doctor Mid-Nite's finger depressed the trigger. The drill bit became a blur as the electric hum filled the room...and for a moment, the tension spiked. Unseen forces were at play, focused on Lois Lane's pussy. The reporter cried out, even through the numbing effect of the anesthetic, as for a moment the pressure on her cervix increased...and then sparks burst forth from her pussy, showering Doctor Mid-Nite...but the hero looked on through his smoky goggles, utterly imperturbed.

Then...he leaned in.

The women could not see the metal bite into the dark stone. Could not see it corkscrew straight through the core of the hard prick of the demonic statue. Yet they could hear, above the whine of the drill's motor, a high-pitched female scream from somewhere far off...

Lois Lane's face was stuck in a rictus of agony as the stone prick lodged inside her pussy shook and rumbled. It grew warmer, and dust and smoke seemed to billow out of her poor pussy, which felt on fire. Then...something shifted. The whole stone prick twisted inside of her, and Lois let out a scream as she felt that her whole insides were being torn apart. Her hand clasped Lucy's harder than before.

Then the smoke and sparks stopped. The whirring of the drill slowed...and Lois Lane's scream shifted tone. Her hips flexed and bucked, toes curling. Inside of her, skewered on the drill bit, the stone phallus rotated, buzzing around and around, the head of the prick grinding against the reporter's g-spot as though to wear it smooth.

With great care, Doctor Mid-Nite slowly withdrew the offending object...and Lucy held her sister's hand as Lois panted and screamed, chest heaving and back arching, pussy juice dribbling down in an endless torrent. The doctor waited until the last moment to withdraw the speculum...and then ceased the drill, and pulled the massive hunk of stone from the reporter's pussy without much effort.

Lucy's eyes went wide. "Holy shit. I can't believe you had that in you!"

"Language, miss," Doctor Mid-Nite said as he carefully removed the drill bit from the drill, and set the stone phallus in a biohazard container. It would be something for Zatanna and Dr. Fate to deal with later.

The rest of the visit was almost perfunctory. Doctor Mid-Nite examined the reporter's gaping cunt with a practiced eye, noted a few lacerations, and applied some medicine. He gave the reporter instructions about possible bleeding and discomfort, told her to take it easy for the next few days...

"...and do not copulate with any further demonic statues," he said, with a straight face. "Also, feel free to contact me if anything...unusual happens."

"Unusual?" The haggard reporter said, not sure what more she could experience after the night out she'd had.

"Excessive bleeding or spotting, strange colored urine, mood swings, spontaneous pregnancy, the sudden appearance of any portals in the vagina, that sort of thing," Doctor Mid-Nite said. "That sort of thing doesn't always happen, but I've learned contact with fertility magic can affect heroines and mortals in strange ways."

Which was how Lois Lane knew that while her night out might be over, her strange adventures with Doctor Mid-Nite had just begun...but that is another story.