Valeria Sings Like A Canary

This is how Lois Lane found herself on her knees in a shower, tongue buried in Valeria's twat, licking and slurping at the hot hole before her...and in between the Latina's pants and moans, her delicate instructions for Lois to suck her clit or lick her taint, she told a story to the reporter...

How a strange woman calling herself Angelica Blaze had arrived in Metropolis. She had begun to appear at the local party scene, uninvited but never unwelcome. Her very presence seemed to ramp things up, to help people shed their inhibitions, do things that they wouldn't normally do...and she was free with money, ****, ****. When she had started the club in this abandoned factory, word spread quickly, and the scene shifted to this new locus. A nice place to sin...

Then some of the young women had begun to go missing. Always the ones on the edges of the scene, the friends-of-a-friend or the plus-ones. Nobody many people knew, or would be missed. Yet Angelica was there, drawing them in, like a spider picking up flies. Most people didn't know what happened to them after that...but Valeria did.

"She...ah! Right there, you rug munching slut! Uses me sometimes, to draw them in. Downstairs, there's a brothel...or a cult...it's a little of both. The women, they are her acolytes, her coven. She tells them sex is a sacrament, and they sell their bodies. It's like they're hypnotized, but they cum like banshees...and the mistress, she gets off on it. Those once nice-girls whoring themselves out. Delights in their indulgence in drink and ****...sex and sacrilege...sometimes she has them put on a Black Mass, sometimes they piss on the cross..."

Lois Lane's jaw ached. Her head swam, suddenly dizzy, and she wasn't sure if it was the steam from the shower or the drinks she'd had earlier.

"...but it's not enough. She wants more. That's why tonight...she sent me out to bring you here..."

There was no warning as the tazer tapped Lois between the shoulder blades. The reporter's whole body seized in a single moment as something exploded in her head. Perhaps it was her imagination, but as darkness claimed her, Lois swore a spark jumped from the tip of her tongue and Valeria came at that very instant.

Then the **** reporter sank to the ground. Bleary-eyed, utterly helpless, Lois heard the words.

"The mistress will be pleased. Prepare her for the rite!"