Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What Is Circe Up To?

I'm Looking For A Surrogate

"When you're as old as I am, your tastes grow...strange," Circe said. One hand grabbed and squeezed the reporter's breast as the dark wrigglers squirmed within Lois Lane's holes. "Yet all the old pleasures become stale. Like a scroll unrolled too many times, the edges crumbling, parchment wearing thin...even the more terrible, inhuman pleasures."

Lois cried out as something latched onto her clit, tiny teeth biting into her, a burning venom pumped into her veins and radiating out from her crotch.

"What I want...what I need...is someone to experience those pleasures in my place. Someone whose body and mind have never known such strange sensations as I have...the lust of a full-grown centaur...the ecstasy of a water elemental in the warm Mediterranean Sea...the touch of Yog-Sothoth when the stars align...to drink ambrosia from the cunt of a muse and be inspired to the most fantastic erotic poetry..." Circe's lips quivered. "Someone, Lois, like you."

The sorceress snapped her fingers. With an abrupt shift, Lois found herself again on the hot sands, naked, but alone. No strange feelers impaled her. The reporter clapped a hand to her pussy, dripping but intact, not burning with strange poison. Yet it had not been all a dream. The tattoos were there, the brand above her pussy, the piercings...

"Illusion. Just a taste. The magic, you see, requires a willing subject," Circe reached down and laid a hand on the reporter's head. "This is what I wish of you, Lois. To have you as my surrogate, to experience the pleasures which my jaded body and mind cannot. To live vicariously through you."

The sorceress knelt down in the sand next to Lois and looked her in the eye.

"Of course, it requires an absolute surrender. Your will, your body and spirit, will be mine. You will live your old life, but behind it all I will be pulling the strings, arranging your next encounter. If you cannot give all of yourself to me...well, I can always use a ****. We can still have some fun."

Circe smiled, a strange and knowing smile, showing teeth.

"What do you say, my dear? Will you be my surrogate...or my ****?"