Made To Confess Her Sins

Lois Lane blinked. She squirmed.

"I, uh...I'm not Catholic." The reporter admitted.

"The form of the ritual is less important than the desire to unburden yourself of your sins, to do penance, and seek forgiveness. Do you put yourself in my power?" The angel asked.

Lois nodded, not sure what she was getting into...but then, she was asking for angel jizz. She didn't have much choice.

He stood above her. "Then kneel."

The reporter got on her knees on the carpet, the hem of the thin robe gathered beneath her. She hunched forward, hands clasped in her lap. Wondering if she should close her eyes...bow her head...

"Now, in your own time, in your own words," the angel said, his voice still inhuman but mild. "What are your sins?"

Lois Lane's mind went blank...and then she remembered the bottle.

"I...I stole something tonight. A bottle. It was...full of cum..." she said.

He took a position in front of her. Lois found herself staring at his pants.

"Proceed, child." he said.

She licked her lips.

"I, uh...I've broken the law a few times. Downloaded academic journals, music, videos I shouldn't have. I broke into my sister's diary and read it. I peeked at the stack of porn magazines under dad's bed. I, uh...I poked holes in my parent's condoms because I wanted a little sister..." Lois swallowed, memories rushing in on her now. "I left a pair of panties in Jimmy's cubicle when he started getting curious about crossdressing. I bumped into Clark Kent 'accidentally' just so I could feel how big his dick is. I...I...I sucked a few cocks. I've...I've had sex."

"Outside of marriage?" The angel's tone was nonjudgmental, but just the question made Lois cringe inside. It felt good to finally admit some of these things, but it also made her feel strangely guilty. What even counted as a sin? How many people had she really wronged with certain white lies? It wasn't like she'd failed to cite a source, or issue a correction when she was wrong. Her journalistic ethics were intact. It was just...

"...yes. Um. After I turned eighteen...and a few times at university. Then later, I had a few relationships. Nothing serious, we always used protection. And, um, I've...stuck a finger up my butt."

His hand rested lightly on the top of her head.

"Have you had relations with women?" Zauriel asked. Again, not accusingly...and her eyes seemed to cross as she stared at his crotch. Was there a bulge there?

"I mean, at university we...it was just a drunken experiment. Not sex. Just...we made out. Kissed. Seven minutes in Heaven, spin the bottle...one sorority test we had to suck a dildo, and they didn't clean it between us, so I tasted her spit...and, um, it was a strap-on, so one of the sorority sisters was wearing it."

There was a definite bulge there.

"Enough, Lois. If you seek forgiveness for these sins...you must do...penance."