Chapter 15 by Zeebop

How Much Weight Does Circe Hang Off Lois Lane's Breasts?

10 Kilograms Per Tit

Lois Lane's throat was hoarse from screaming. Circe was admiring her handiwork, which though the reporter couldn't see it, she could feel. Like her breasts were going to be ripped off. Swollen, purple, nipples stretched by the weights applied by the rings...and that wasn't the worst of it.

There were the orgasms.

It must have been the piercings that made her so sensitive. The rope sliding along her pierced, tattooed pussy. The more weight that Circe added to her tits, the more the rope would dig into her slit, until the tattooed labia was hotdogging the silk line.

Circe knew it, too. She would watch and spin the reporter, smack her tits and ass, and somewhere in all the pain Lois would feel her body clench, her pussy shake, her climax rising from some unknown place deep within.

Every time, the sorceress would make a little mark on her buttock. Counting the reporter's orgasms. Taking pleasure in every little loss of dignity whenever the bound woman's body betrayed her. Drinking in her pleasure and pain.

"Your nipples are coming along nicely my dear. If we keep this up, I think they'll be permanently stretched. Isn't that a lovely thought?"

Lois couldn't speak, but in the one act of defiance left to her, she lifted her head and glared at the lavender-haired immortal.

"Or perhaps you don't want to be a woman with a secret," Circe leaned in close to whisper in the reporter's ear. "Perhaps you want me to do something...more obvious. Harder to hide."

The reporter struggled not to breathe. Her breasts ached, but the sorceress' hands reached down to grab them and squeezed. Fresh pain ran through the reporter's body.

"Ten kilograms each. Twenty total. The record, you know, is 32.6 kg. That could rip your tits right off." Circe smiled. "But have you ever wondered what it would be like it your tits were...bigger?"

Something like fear crept into the reporter's eyes. Circe's own green eyes flashed.

"Yes, I thought so. You don't want to be one of those sluts with big fake tits, do you? Ah, but you could be, Lois Lane. You could be..."