The Exorcism Is Not Working

"Superman! Your assistance is needed."

Despite the fact that he was in the next room, the sorcerer's voice rang like a bell above Superman and Silas Stone.

"How can I help?" he said, hoping Doctor Fate could hear him.

"The demon resists my exorcism. Its influence on the two women is deep; we must distract its attention by occupying the subjects. You must make love to them while I continue the rite."

The great blue eyes blinked.

"What? But...that would be...that would be rape..."

"Superman, I guarantee you, of all the women in the world, these two would freely offer their bodies to you. The love they feel for you is strong. Come, quickly, I cannot hold out much longer against the demon's undivided attention!"

Superman looked at Silas Stone. The older man's face was set in a deep frown.

"I don't believe in all this mumbo-jumbo, and I share your concerns, but...sometimes, in cases of severe psychiatric distress, sex therapy can be...helpful. The release of dopamine can alter the brain chemistry, calm maniac states. Many times, doctors have to do what is best for a patient even if they cannot consent at the moment," He coughed. "I'll...go turn off the cameras."

The Man of Steel paused...warred within himself as he weighed the lesser of two evils. Yet in the end, there was no choice. To save the souls of the women he loved, Superman would do almost anything.

He only hoped they would forgive him.