Let's Get You Presentable. I Want To Show You Off.

Circe spoke a word...and a rope of green fire slithered up from between the reporter's toes. The reporter remained where she was, frozen as the blazing heat crept over her body...burning away all the piss, the blood, the juices, leaving behind clean skin, the reporter's tattoos standing out stark and vivid against her tanned flesh.

When it coiled around her neck, the reporter felt a shiver of fear mingled with excitement. She kept her mouth shut...but then Circe's finger touched the crown of her head. The reporter's jaw fell...and the green flame slithered between her lips. Writhed among her teeth, over her tongue...and then to Lois Lane's amazement went down her throat.

Later, Lois would struggle to describe that sensation. The heat, so great it was almost painful, yet it wasn't. It simply slithered down her throat, utterly immaterial, but somehow burning away everything. Lois wanted to scream as the heat settled in her chest, the contents of her stomach vanishing in an instant...and then lower. Lois knelt there, shaking, as the fiery thing wormed its way through her guts...and somehow Lois knew it was burning away all the waste, all the toxins, everything in her system...leaving her body refreshed and clean, inside and out.

Yet even with the clarity that came to her mind as the exhaustion and **** left her, could not prepare her as the thing sank lower...into her pelvis. Down between her hips. Frozen in place by Circe's finger, the naked reporter could not even sweat as the terrible heat built up in her colon. Strange, contradictory sensations assailed her. The need to void, but without any of the pressure. The anticipation grew and grew....and then it slid out of her, bright and clean as when it had slid into her, an emerald flame of terrible purity...and when it was done Circe removed her finger, and Lois felt she could breathe again.

Circe snapped a golden collar around the reporter's neck. A golden chain held lightly in her hand. The sorceress gestured, and as Lois stood, her new piercings jangling softly, she saw a rectangle of green light before her. A rectangle which seemed to gain depth...substance...and Circe reached down and smacked the reporter's ass.

"Go on, slut. I want them to see you...my latest, most beautiful ****..."

"Yes, Mistress," Lois whispered, and stepped forward.