End: Lois Lane Is Released

All the bonds holding Lois Lane fell away. She collapsed onto the hot sand, dizzy...aching to touch and be touched. Her hands immediately went between her legs, rubbing at her dripping twat.

In front of her, Circe sat naked on a divan, a goblet of wine in her hand. Much as Lois had first seen her.

"I like you like this, Lois," Circe said. "This is your true self. Not the strong, independent, intelligent woman, the courageous reporter for the Daily Planet. You're nothing but a hungry bimbo slut, little more than an animal in heat."

The sorceress spread her legs. Lois Lane panted, her eyes drawn automatically to the pink labia.

"A choice. Crawl over here and be my fuckpet...or leave, and be free.."

There was probably more. Lois wasn't listening. She dove on the cunny in front of her like a human missile. Circe was unprepared as the naked reporter tackled her off the divan...wine spilled...and then the sorceress was on her back left leg in the air as Lois pressed her own pussy against that of the lavender-haired witch, and began to grind their cunts together.

The bimbo moved with a speed and ferocity of lust that Circe could not match. Something had broken inside of Lois Lane, some inner self had been breeched and set loose on an unprepared world...and the women stood around looking at one another, nipples hard and pussies wet as they watched the savage tribbing of their mistress...until Lois turned her violet eyes on them.

"More," she growled. Her eyes met that of the nearest woman...one of the women she had come to save. Something passed between them, like an alpha wolf enforcing her will on a subordinate. "You. Lick. Me."

The words came as pants in between ragged breaths...but the woman understood. In a moment she was on her knees and crawling toward her alpha-bimbo...and as soon as she was within reach, Lois Lane grabbed the back of her head and thrust it between her ass cheeks, **** to feel that tongue slide down the crack of her ass.

There would be no let up that night, for any of them. The bimbo unleashed upon them could not be bargained with, and would not stand to be denied. Every time the women that she or they were at their limit, Lois Lane proved them wrong. Circe could never get a word in...always, there was something occupying her mouth, be it cunt, ass, or tongue...and Lois Lane herself licked and slurped at the sorceress' holes as she pressed her fists against them...until the wicked witch's eyes rolled up in the back of her head, body shaking, the bimbo laughing as her tongue flicked the stiff little clit and two hands were stretching out the sorceress' pussy and ass...

...and when dawn came, and Lois Lane was the only one conscious and able to stand, she stumbled toward the open door that Circe had indicated earlier. Her cunt and ass were raw, and there were teeth marks on her breasts. Sand clung to her hair and feet, powdered her thighs...the bimbo licked her lips. There were cunts out there she had not tasted...and now there was no-one to stop her.

Metropolis beware! Lois Lane's night out had ended...and now no pussy was safe.