End: Circe Shows Off Her Slut To Blaze And The Other Villains

Lois Lane stepped out onto the stage, naked save for the gold ornaments. Her body felt light, and a giddiness filled her as the eyes all around drank in her bare breasts, her naked, pierced pussy. She stepped forward, on her tip toes, into the circle of light so they could see...

Monstrous shapes in the dark. The madman with the painted face, always smiling, eyes as dead and flat as a snake's. A dark horned woman, with pure white eyes. The hulking monster, the belittled son of an alien god of evil. The tinkerer, in his plaid suit and spectacles. All of them stared at her. Drank in her nakedness. Her vulnerability.

She could taste how much they wanted her. Wanted to despoil her. Defile her. Own her.

Yet she belonged to someone else.

Circe stepped out of the shadows. Her hands slid forward from behind, to grip her ****'s breasts. To squeeze them until the stiff nipples poked out through her fingers.

Music began. A beat, slow and sultry.

"Dance," her mistress whispered. So Lois did.

Slow. Legs together. She gyrated in place, her ass pressed against Circe's crotch. Eye's closed to mere slits as she found the rhythm, and began to move, up and down. Like a snake that heard the charmer's piping.

The room watched her. Lois could feal their jealousy. They all wanted her, yet none dared claim her. Even the demon, whose lips twisted into a frown, inclined her head softly toward Circe, as it to acknowledge what she had done. Had tamed the reporter. Broken her to her will. Made of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter her own personal slut.

And God help me, I love it, Lois admitted as the music died down, and her mistress' hands slid down over the reporter's naked body. It feels so right to be hers.

There were many ways Lois Lane's night out could have ended. The reporter could see that now. Could look back on all the choices she had made that had led her to this moment. It was as if they all spread out before her. Any one of these could have claimed her, if things had gone differently. In most, the demon-woman would have triumphed. Yet here and now, Lois had made her choice.

She twisted and turned. Dropped to her knees. Opened her mouth in worship...and Circe smiled down at her and pulled away her skirt. So that they could see Lois on her knees, as her tongue slid into the sorceress' slit. Eyes closed as if in worship...and as the light above died out, as the curtain fell, Lois Lane heard them begin to clap.