Rat Needs To Suck Some Cock; Lois Lane Goes Into The Crypt Alone

Lois Lane couldn't really blame Rat as the feminized goth left with Wonder Woman and Superwoman. The reporter could only imagine the shock of sudden gender change. Although Wonder Woman seemed utterly content with her new cock...and with the gender bent Superman.

That was a thought to gnaw on. The reporter felt a tingle between her legs as she crept through the tall grass of the graveyard to the door that Wonder Woman had indicated. She wondered what it would be like to have a dick. To have a submissive little bitch like Superman. A part of her wondered what it was like. To suck his cock. To drain his masculinity away, a mouthful of cum at a time. Watching him grow smaller and more feminine as she grew bigger and harder...

The reporter's cheeks burned as she crouched near the back door. She pressed her ear against the door, and heard the noise as Lois came in with her two bitches. Wonder Woman was saying something. Lois Lane's hand grabbed the handle of the door, and slowly applied more and more pressure...until it opened.

The inside of the church looked relatively clean and normal. There were about a dozen people, men, women, and dickgirls. Wonder Woman was near the baptismal font at the front of the church. All eyes were on her. Superwoman was kneeling before her, and as Wonder Woman spoke, she rubbed the tip of her half-hard dick in the Woman of Steel's face. Lois couldn't see Rat, but she didn't have time.

Swiftly, Lois made her way behind the altar...and yes, there was a door set into the floor. Lois pulled on the handle and it came easily, to reveal a set of steps down into darkness. There were sigils, pentacles, signs carved into every step.

Is this what keeps dickgirls out? Lois wondered as she descended. Her smartphone acted as a flashlight to illuminate the small space. The steps led down and ended at a ledge. Her nose crinkled as a foul smell hit her, an animalistic reek that reminded her of old jock straps and used condoms.

There was a room, beneath the altar. A sanctum sanctorum. Holiest of holies.

The room was only about ten feet long, and six feet wide. At the far end of the room, on a sort of shelf, was a pair of idols. One was made of reddish stone, a small demonic figure with an outside phallus, the immense and realistic prick nearly fifteen inches long and three inches thick at the base. The other was like the original on which the idol in the shrine was based: a stone figure of a squat gravid feature, all breasts, belly, and vulva, the head nothing more than an ugly stump, arms and legs mere suggestions. The curved lines on the immense belly and breasts glowed with a ruddy light.

Yet what concerned Lois was what lay between her and that shelf. The floor dropped away into a pit, and in that pit squirmed...cocks.

Disembodied pricks, their balls dragged behind them, shivered and shimmied over each other. There were dozens, possibly a hundred of the things, blindingly moving over one another. That was the source of the smell. The reporter swallowed hard. Obviously, the idols were the source of this whole thing. But how best to get to them?