End: Convince Wonder Girl To Come Here

"What are we doing here?" Cassie Sandmark whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

"It's a traditional ceremony, invoking the blessings of Hestia," Donna Troy whispered back.

The Amazonian embassy in Metropolis was quiet, save for the long invocation of the goddess. A flame carried from Themyscira was touched to the hearth at the center of the new building. The tall, muscled women in their ceremonial white robes bent their heads as another long song began, recounting part of the history of the Amazons.

"How many more songs are there?" Cassie whispered.

"Four," Donna whispered back, unable to suppress a sigh. Later on there would be a sacrifice—one of the Amazons held the bullock by a lead, the placid eyes utterly unafraid and unaware that it would be barbecue before the night was over. The feasting would be the fun part of the ceremony, especially now that Cassie was old enough to drink.

Old enough to drink, old enough to for...other things, Donna Troy thought. Donna was the older and taller of the two, and the white robe hugged her bigger breasts and wider hips, but Cassie was fair and golden-haired, and the robe was too small for her, barely coming down to mid-thigh, wrapped tight around her small breasts, the nipples stiff. Cassie was like a sister to Donna...but the older Amazon couldn't deny an appreciation for Cassie's lithe form.

Then someone rattled the gates of the embassy.

Cassie and Donna, at the back of the congregants, turned to deal with the situation. The other participants didn't even glance back as the two Wonder Girls headed toward it. After all, if those two couldn't handle the situation, no one could.

The womens' brows furrowed as they saw the figure that gripped the metal bars of the gate. She was naked, her body burned a deep bronze. Erotic black images, sensual almost to the point of vulgarity, accented her form, and the heavy rings that hung from her nipples and labia jangled. Yet the women both gasped as they came close enough to recognize who it was.

"Lois Lane!?" Donna Troy said. "What happened?"

"I...I was i-investigating these missing women," the reporter said as Cassie quickly opened the gate. The reporter stumbled through, almost into Donna's arms. "I-I found the club where they disappeared. B-but there's a...a demon underneath...she...she tortorued me...mocked me...d-did this to me..."

Tears welled up in the reporter's eyes.

"The women...she still has them..." Lois said.

"Not for long," Donna Troy, pulled off her white robe, to reveal the black, star-spangled costume underneath. Quickly, she wrapped the naked reporter in the garment. "Cassie, you ready?"

The blonde grinned. She held up her mystic lariat. It wasn't Wonder Woman's lasso of truth, but it was a powerful weapon in Wonder Girl's hands.

"Don't worry, Lois," Cassie Sandsmark said. "We'll be back in time for barbecue!"

Groggily, Donna Troy stirred. She could feel the bond on her wrists and ankles. Seated in some kind of chair, with an opening in the bottom. The touch of a smooth wooden shaft against her naked ass brought the Amazon to wakefulness.

Eyes wide, she saw herself on a white sandy beach. The sun beat down overhead. The ocean surf crashed. Across from her, Cassie sat naked, still unconsious, tied to a weird mechanical chair just like Donna's own.

"You must be thirsty," a familiar voice said. A cup of wine was pressed against Donna's lips. "Here. Drink."

Lois Lane stroked Donna Troy's hair. The reporter stood naked once again—but all the crocodile tears were gone. Her voice sounded oddly relaxed.

"The mistress explained it all to me. What the demon was doing here. The women I was looking for, they work for her now. She sold me to Circe. The mistress loves me very much. She's made me so pretty. Just like she's going to make you."

Donna choked, and Lois drew the cup away. The Amazon sputtered as she tried to spit out the **** wine. The former reporter raised the chalice to her own lips and took a long draught, the warm heat of it filled her stomach.

"It's not so bad, really," Lois Lane said as she reached behind her, to rub the jeweled base of the plug in her ass. It was small now, but tomorrow Lois would replace it with a bigger one. And a bigger one. Bigger and bigger until she could fist her ass easily. Then the real fun would begin. "You get used to it."

Circe stepped from a doorway onto the hot sand. She smiled as she saw the two Wonder Girls. So quick to rush to the rescue. So unprepared for the trap she had laid for them. The sorceress walked up to Lois and slid a finger past the heavy metal rings into that tight, wet cunt. Lois moaned at her touch.

"You did well, my pet," Circe said as she eyed the Wonder Girls. "And soon, these two will be fit friends for you to play with."

Which is how Lois Lane's night out ended...Lois Lane lost and ensnared in Circe's enchantments, a betrayer of those she had counted on as her friends, a sensual slut whose outer body now matched the depravity in her soul. Perhaps, when the Wonder Girls were missed, someone would come and investigate their disappearance. Would follow in Lois Lane's footsteps. Perhaps they would succeed where Lois Lane had failed. Yet for herself, Lois Lane could think of nothing more than the plug that stretched her little ass hole, the hot finger that penetrated her pussy, and the warm words of praise that Circe spoke into her ear.

Soon, all three of them would love it up the ass.