Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What Further Degradation Can Circe Subject Lois To?

Circe Seals It Back Up

"Hold it."

The words burrowed into the recumbent reporter's brain...but worse than that, she felt herself responding automatically. Her cunt muscles clenched, tighter than any kegel exercise she'd ever known. Painfully tight. Until her pussy was liquid-tight.

Trapped in a smaller volume, the pressure on Lois Lane's vaginal walls increased. It was a bizarre kind of agony—she could feel the weight of the piss inside of her, the hot piss a liquid mass shifted with every movement, and her muscles were on fire within seconds, **** far beyond anything she had ever asked of them.

"There ish a bathroom upshtairss," Circe said. Her voice was more audibly slurred, and like magic, a margarita glass appeared in her hands again. "You won't be able to releash-releash-pissh until you get there."

The sorceress leaned against a pillar of the pavilion and sipped her drink. She made an arcane gesture, and a circle of green flame appeared before her.

"I'll shhtay here and watch. Sshould be amusshing. Don't worry...I won't let you get hurt. Jussht...wanna shee you run..."

And like that, with a pussy full of piss and a brand marking her cunt as Circe's personal property, the metal rings of her labial piercings jangling with each step, Lois staggered to her feet and limped toward the door. Her hand closed on the exit, as if afraid that it would disappear...that it was some cruel trick...or that Circe would change her mind. Yet nothing stopped the reporter as she opened the door, and stepped from the weird glamour of the tropical beach back into the cool corridor beneath the club.