S.T.A.R. Labs

"Clark Kent you asshole!" Lois Lane shouted. "Come over here and stick your dick in my cunt like a real man!"

"Please!" Lana Lang whined. Clark held her down as the technician secured the redhead to the gurney.

It took four of them to get Lois and Lana strapped into place...and Clark Kent was right there as the fidgeting, swearing, angry, and incredibly horny women were wheeled from one medical diagnostic device to another. Silas Stone, the head of S.T.A.R. Labs, stood next to him as Lois Lane took her turn in the Multidimensional Spectrum Analyzer. On the screen, Clark could clearly see the ghostly red outline of a horned figure overlay the reporter's image.

"You did the right thing bringing them here," Stone said. "Both of these women have been contaminated by an unknown biological contaminant, and a coincident extradimensional energy field. We're tracking increased blood flow to their genitals, elevated heart rate, electrical activity in the brain similar to what we see in individuals that are intoxicated...subjects are displaying lower inhibitions, overall aggressiveness... Some of their brain patterns don't look human."

"They're possessed," Clark Kent said. "How do we fix it?"

Stone pushed his glasses up his nose. "We can try to flush the biological component with a stomach pump...but we don't know if that will do anything about the energy field. For that, we do have an experimental device that might remove such extradimensional energy...even capture it...but we haven't tested it on a living subject before. There's a small chance that it might subtract their intrinsic field and disassociate them into their component atoms..."

Clark frowned. "I didn't bring them here so you could disintegrate them, Doctor."

Stone coughed slightly. "A...localized electromagnetic shock might also prove effective in disrupting the field. The effect is a bit traumatic, but there is usually no long-term tissue damage..."

The frown deepened. "Shock therapy? That's a little medieval, isn't it?"

"Perhaps what you need is a second opinion," a voice said. It rung hollow and metallic. Both men turned to see a figure in gold and blue step forward from where a moment ago had been nothing but empty space. A golden helmet with mask concealed his features, but there was no mistaking the golden cape, the ancient golden amulet on his broad breast.

"Doctor Fate!" Clark Kent said.

"These women are victims of a demonic influence. I shall exorcise it..."

"Now see here, sir!" Stone said. "This is a place of science, not magic! Our methods are..."

Clark Kent sighed as the two began to argue. He turned to see the two women who meant so much to him struggle against their bonds, mouthing blasphemies, begging for him to satisfy them sexually. Behind the veneer of the mild-mannered reporter, Superman knew he had to make a decision.