End: Yes, Mistress

Rage and disgust ate at Lois Lane's soul like an acid. Yet she could not stop her hands from parting Circe's ass cheeks. Could not prevent her tongue from extending past her lips. Or shut her ears to Circe's sigh as the reporter's tongue pressed into the tight, clean little asshole.

"That's it, ****-slut," Circe said. "Get deep in there!"

Lois Lane's cheeks burned as she pushed her tongue past that ring of muscle. Tasted just a hint of that bitterness, though CIrce's backside was quiet literally clean enough to eat off of. Indignity mounted on indignity as the reporter's nose buried itself in the sweaty crack of the sorceress' ass, and the reality of Lois Lane's position came to her.

Since she had first stepped into this club, Lois Lane had been tattooed, pierced, tanned, and teased to the point of madness. Circe had carved her spells into the reporter's very flesh, so that now the reporter had **** but to serve her mistress' every sapphic desire. Shame, disgust, burning sexual need, and anger warred within the reporter, even as her tongue squirmed around and around inside of Circe's tight little hole.

"Such delicious negativity," Circe said. "Will poison your soul. Perhaps when your corruption is complete, my dear, I'll make you my apprentice as well as my ****-slut..."

Circe's laughter was maddening...yet she did not order the reporter to stop, and so Lois Lane carried on.

In her lair, the demon Blaze spied on the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter through a mystic portal. It had taken little to direct Lois Lane into Circe's path, and the scarlet succubus mused at how completely Circe had ensnared the resourceful reporter. The best part was, even if Lois did somehow manage to break free, she knew nothing of Blaze's role in her current degradation. All eyes, and all vengeance, would fall on Circe.

In the dark, Circe grinned. She let crimson fingers play against her scarlet slit, as she drank in the sight of the reporter with the dark, lewd tattoos against tanned bronze skin, the heavy rings that tugged at Lois Lane's labia and nipples. There would be no going back for Lois Lane after this...and the devil wondered, really wondered, what further humiliation or pleasure Circe had planned for the reporter, to further poison a good woman's soul.

"Next time on the adventures of Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's greatest slut..." Blaze murmured, and laughed at her own little joke.