End: Circe Agrees To A Team-Up

Lois Lane, with her diminished intelligence, did quite understand what was going on. But she knew that Doctor Fate and Circe were grasping each other's arms, the reporter squished in between them. Linked as they were, the sand and sun faded out. A hum like an electric current filled Lois Lane's ears...and she saw, behind the circle of those two bodies, hell.

She had never known what Hell was really supposed to look like. Childhood pictures of lakes of fire, filled with writhing, naked bodies, surrounded on the edges by red demons with pitchforks had never quite seemed real to her. Yet what surrounded them was somehow worse. A forest of twisted trees stretched in ever direction...and pressed into the bark, trapped, groggy, were naked people.

It was silent. Roots had pushed through the pale, almost translucent flesh...and Lois could see that something was being drained from them. Their vacant eyes stared out, lost in some private agony. Lips moved, but no sound emerged. Slowly, but deliberately, they were being drained of something...everything...

The bimbo's attention shifted. She was bored...and it was so cosy, pressed between Doctor Fate and Circe. Lois Lane pressed her ass into Circe's crotch, rubbed her titties against the golden-helmed magician's. Fate's tits were huge compared to Losi Lane's own...like cantaloupes to tangerines. Lois liked to feel those stiff nips rubbing against her own.

"Hmm, yeah," Lois moaned. "You're titties are so sexy. I wish I had boobies like yours. I'd rub 'em all in your face..."

"Lois Lane, be silent," Doctor Fate's voice echoed in her helmet. "We must concentrate to escape this place."

"But I'm bored! And horny!" Lois complained.

"Just shut your mouth!" Circe growled, "Or find some better use for your tongue!"

Which Lois Lane took as an invitation. Smiling vacantly, the reporter dropped down until her buttocks rested on her kneels. That put her face at the same level as Fate's crotch. Undoing the golden buckle, she pulled down the pants...wondering briefly if the pussy inside would be dusty and wrinkled and dry like a mummy's...but no, it was the full hips of a mature woman that came into view, and between her legs a veritable forest of grey curly hair.

"Aaah!" Fate's moan of shock came as the bimbo buried her face into the ancient bush, tongue seeking and finding the slit within. A new flavor assailed the reporter's diminished brain...like those hard, sour candies her grandmother had kept in a little dish at her house.

"Can you continue?" Circe said.

"I can...maintain the spell...despite the distraction," Fate said, her voice quavering oddly. "Let us finish, quickly."

Two voices chanted in unison. Lois Lane ate pussy. She sucked at those stretchy, dark lips. Lapped at the hot cunt, that got wetter and wetter. The world seemed to close in on her. Lois couldn't see what was going on, but she could feel the pressure build. There was a sense of movement, of shift. She felt Circe's crotch pressing against the back of her head. Fate's hips shifted forward. For a single, delicious moment, as those two voices reached some sort of strained pitch, Lois felt their bodies crush against her...and a part of her thought about how it would be so hot to die crushed by pussy.

Then, like a bubble popping, it was over...and as Fate moved back, Lois slid forward, her knees touching bare flagstones, her hands clutching the older woman's ass as the reporter rubbed that furry clam juice all over her face.

"Temporary, you say?" Doctor Fate panted softly in her helmet.

"She should be her old self by dawn," Circe said.

"I will...keep her from...anyone taking advantage of her," Fate said, unable to stifle a moan.

"I suppose I owe you that much, for helping me out of Blaze's trap. As for you Lois...thank you for a lovely night out." Circe said.

The reporter moaned a thanks...but Circe swiftly fell from her bimbo brain. Her left hand reached down and rubbed her pussy. Doctor Fate's cunny-juices ran down her chin, sticky and sour...and for now, that was all that Lois Lane wanted. A mouthful of MILF-pussy.