Lois Wants Answers

"To start with," Lois said. "Where exactly is Lonny's dick?"

The women looked at each other...and Diane sighed and fished the disembodied dick out of her pocket. It appeared to be healthy...it was even hard.

"Tonya Wong," Blaze said. "You're the one that made that 'lezzie cunts' crack, didn't you?"

The young Asian woman tried to hide behind the tall blonde holding the dick. Blaze snapped her fingers. Lois couldn't quite explain what happened next. It was like every belt, buckle, button, and seam came undone. One moment, the women were dressed...and the next, their clothes fell off of them.

"Lonny deserves a little something for his troubles," the dickgirl said. She twirled a finger, and the cock flew out of Diane's hand...and zipped up between Tonya's legs. The young woman squealed. Lonny, several feet away, grey red in the face.

"Do you mind, babe?" Lois said. "I'm trying to conduct an interview here."

"Oh, don't mind me," Blaze said. "But if you bitches want to get out of there before Lonny blows his load, you'd better talk fast."

The women were very cooperative in answering Lois Lane's questions. Tonya Wong moaned softly as Lonny's disembodied dick plunged in and out of her tight little pussy. Lois actually found it a bit distracting, but she was a professional. There had definitely been worse interviews...and she did get the story she was looking for.

More than a few women get into the occult when they go to college. Away from home for the first time, experimenting, it can be attractive to take off your clothes and dance beneath the moons, to curse your enemies, to do **** and blaspheme against your Christian upbringing...but most of the time, it's just play. No real magic, no real power.

Except Diane had found, in the depths of the Metropolis University Library, an actual grimoire...and that little taste of power blossomed into a thirst for more...and more...midnight raids to the morgue and graveyard for raw ingredients. Blood rituals with small animals. Divining the answers to exams, the winners of horse races. But there was always a limit, something drained out of them. They needed more power...and that's when they had found Blaze at her club, and hatched their scheme to trap and bind her to their will.

Lonny fell to his knees, groaning.

"Oh...oh fuck!" Tonya said. "I can fucking feel him cum inside me!"

"Good," Blaze said. She twirled her finger again, and Lonny's limp dick slipped out of the young woman's cunny...and floated over to the bodyguard's pants. "Now...where is this grimoire?"