Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Does Anything Disrupt Lois Lane's Explorations?

Circe Asks "Did I Say You Could Play With Yourself?"

Lois froze, fingers on her pussy, lips splayed wide at the sound of the immortal sorceress' voice. Caught in the act!

"Your pussy is mine," the sorceress said, lightly. The needle scratched into the reporter's scalp, and she could feel a drop of blood start to work its way down to her ear.

A terrible **** slapped the reporter's labia closed with a hearty slap that left the reporter's pussy stinging. As she watched, a golden wire rose from between her legs, threading through her pussy-rings and binding them tightly together. Like a serpent, it wended its way upward to grasp at her clitoris-ring, tugging it down. The reporter gasped at this unexpected moment of pain and pleasure, as he pussy very nearly folded over itself.

"There now," Circe cooed. "That will keep you nice and tight—until I want to play with your pussy."

Lois Lane choked on the insult she wanted to hurl at the sorceress. But she was completely in the woman's power. It would take barely a thought for Circe to kill her from this position. Bitterly, Lois swallowed her pride and moved her hands back to the arms of the chair. Biding her time for when she could escape.

"You probably hate me now," Circe said absently, her needle still scratching at Lois Lane's bald head, tattooing her strange design. "But I can give pleasure to my pets, on my terms. Would you like to feel pleasure right now?"

The reporter said nothing...but then she felt something poke into her bum. A little wooden knot, right between her cheeks. The longer she sat there, the more she was aware of it. She tried to shift her body, but Circe reprimanded her.

"Sit still."

Lois planted her ass flat against the bottom of the chair. It was growing now, she could feel it. The little wooden knot poking upwards, almost like a tiny rod. Just touching her tattooed asshole now, and the reporter could feel the anxiety growing within her. The pain of being tattooed on her scalp, the agitation of the thing touching her ass from below...and Lois Lane in the middle, unable to move, to do anything, even touch herself.

It was the most exquisite **** she had ever imagined, and Lois wasn't sure when it would end.