Stolen Cocks

Lois Lane stepped into a room that looked like a cross between a mad scientist's lab and a witch's workshop. Stainless steel pipes and glass tubes took up most of the room, some of them marked by pentagrams and lines of strange script written in dried brown blood. A great black cauldron boiled in one corner of the room, and most of the floor were alternating white and black tiles in the shape of a great pentagram.

Yet what dominated the room was a huge glass vat, three feet high and at least six feet in diameter. It was aerated like a fishtank, but the things that swam within were unlike any fish that the reporter of the Daily Planet had ever seen.

"Oh my God," she said when she could find her voice. "It's full of cocks!"

So it was. Disembodied penises, complete with testes, were swimming and jabbering in the clear fluid of the tank, undulating like great worms, crawling all over each other. There must have been dozens...maybe a hundred dicks in the tank, a veritable smorgasbord of animated dicks of every size and color.

"What...how...why..." Lois momentarily found herself hypnotized by the constant throng of cock-flesh in front of her. The squirming of the schlongs was vaguely hypnotic, like watching the mating ball of snakes out west. Absently she saw a small cock encounter one of the larger ones, and the tiny prick began to try and **** itself into the urethra of the larger one... The reporter shivered in unnatural lust at the strange sight.

"In the Middle Ages, many believed that a witch could steal a man's generative organ;" Angelica Blaze took Lois by the shoulders and guided her closer. "Even in Africa today, there are many who believe a witch can steal or shrink a penis. But it is only I, today, who have perfected the process—not only to take their cocks, but to attach them to new and more appreciative owners!"

Angelica cackled loudly in the reporter's ear.

"Look," she said, pushing the reporter closer to the open vat. "Look at all those delicious dicks! Soon, each and every one will be on one of my girls...my milk cows. And the semen they provide will attract more women...more cocks...until this world is mine!"

Lois Lane's hand's bumped up against the edge of the vat. The disembodied dicks were swarming near her, their little heads just breaking the surface. It was as if they could sense her...or at least her warm, tight holes.

"Now...you will join them!" Blaze hissed.