Reverse The Polarity

The magicians moved Lois Lane's table and chairs and drew a circle on the floor of her kitchen. The four of them each took a position at one of the cardinal directions: Dr. Fate at the North, Raven at the South, Zatanna to the East, and Rose Psychic to the West. The reporter, still dressed in only her robe, stood outside and away from the actions. The bottle was at the center of the circle.

After the last rune was drawn, the assembled magicians raised their hands, fingertips gently touching. When the last contact was made, it was like a circuit had been completed Although Lois could not see anything, she could feel it, a sort of void that was pulling at her, trying to draw her into the circle. To the north, the Amulet of Anubis between Dr. Fate's breasts began to glow.

"Daughter of Seven Thunders, we call you..." the voice echoed from beneath the golden helmet. The runes of the circle began to glow.

"Daughter of Hell, we call you..." Raven's voice quavered, not in fear, but almost in ecstasy. Lois could feel it too, a kind of itch in her pussy.

"...ouy llac ew, ezalB eman rouy yB" Zatanna said, her voice oddly clipped as she emphasized each tone and syllable. The reporter stuffed a hand between her legs, hoping no-one could see as her pussy began to drip.

"By thine secret name, Egirud Ara Dumu-imin-ĝíri-dug-diš-gù, which gives us power over thee, we command you to appear," Rose Pyschic said. "In a form that is fair, and bound within our circle, to face our judgment."

The temperature of the room began to increase. Lois Lane could feel herself begin to sweat, and the other women were feeling it too. Doctor Fate's nipples were hard and pressing against the blue fabric of her tunic, dark circles of sweat forming on the underside as the fabric clung to the sticky tits.

Above the bottle, a flame burst into existence...just a small will-'o-the-wisp, like a candlelight minus the candle...but as Lois watched the little flame grew, gaining substance and sustenance from somewhere...until what stood in the circle was a pillar of flame, vaguely human-shaped, some six or seven feet tall.

Then, though the heat continued to rise unabated, the flames began to die...and revealed a naked woman, with skin the color of fresh blood on parchment.

No, Lois realized, blinking as the flames seemed to be sucked into the skin. Not human...and not entirely a woman.

The figure was thin, with woman's proportions: soft breasts that sat high with delicate puffy pink nipples like unripe strawberries, toned and lean arms and legs, flawless red skin, full red lips twisted into a Mona Lisa smile, the skull as delicately arched as the bust of Nefertiti, wild black hair cascading down to her shoulders...but the body was whipcord-lean, the angles harsh and boney, like a human built along the lines of a greyhound. Dark horns curled back from the broad brow, and the eyes were pure white, with no pupil or iris.

Dangling between her legs was no delicate pussy, but a sizable cock and balls. Lois Lane blinked, for then blinked again just to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. Even though it was limp, the schlong reminded her of male porn stars in terms of size...the thing would have to be at least seven inches long when erect, and girthy; the low-hanging, hairless testicles were the size of hen's eggs. The reporter shuddered with strange and terrible conflicting emotions as she knew she looked on the architect of her recent misery.

"You cunts called?" Blaze hissed the s in "cunts," her eyes staring at each magician in turn.

"You have transgressed," Dr. Fate said. "And must be punished."

Blaze snorted. "Spare me. None of you have the power to defeat me in open battle."

"We're not going to fight you, Blaze," Zatanna said.

"And by thine true, secret name, thou cannot resist," Rose Psychic added.

"Resist what?" Blaze turned. Her hand shot out, and red sparks erupted from the air as she scraped against some hidden wall or barrier that was placed where the outer ring of the circle.

"There is a law in magic," Raven said. "That any evil magic returns to its caster three times over. You have used a sending of cum..."

"No." Blaze turned down to stare at the bottle between her legs. "You bitches wouldn't."

"...and now, the sending will be reversed. Azarath! Metrion! Zinthos!"

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck you stupid magic cunts!"

Blaze stood in the circle as though her red feet were nailed to the floor. The bottle began to rock...and Lois Lane saw that the dangling dick was pointing directly at the bottle, as though it was being drawn to it...and suddenly Lois knew what would happen, the moment before it did.