An Energy Whip

Pink light burned from the ring on Lois Lane's hand. Shapeless, formless, just light...her eyes narrowed as she **** herself to try and condense it...and it did. A long, snakelike line of glowing pink. The reporter could feel it, almost like an extension of herself. It took on definition. A braided body of cords, ending at a small spray of tassels. A hard, foot-long hilt, which her hand wrapped around. Not like leather at all, to the touch. There was no heft, no weight, just a buzzing presence.

Lois gave the glowing pink whip an experimental crack. It snapped the air.

"Interesting..." The immortal sorceress said. "And what do you plan to do with that, my dear?"

The reporter-whore turned to her, eyes glowing. She could feel the love flowing through her...a burning passion that demanded release, and threatened to consume everything in her path.

An image came to Lois Lane's mind, stark and clear. The ring burned brighter.

Thought became reality.

With a gasp, Circe was suddenly spread-eagled between two glowing pink pillars. Neon-pink ropes bound hand and foot, complicated knots preventing her fingers from moving. The pretty mouth was parted by the knot of a pink gag.

Lois came up to her, eyes aglow. She took the long handle of her energy whip and slid it between the sorceress' thighs. Watched those vibrant green eyes flash as the thick knot at the base rubbed roughly against her labia.

"You've been a very bad girl," the Star Sapphire said, cracking the whip just to watch the sorceress flinch. "Positively naughty. I think...you deserve to be punished."

The sorceress' eyes widened...but Lois noticed a drop of moisture on the floor between the bound woman's legs. And the love inside her heart turned from a flickering match to a burning torch.