Chapter 18 by Zeebop

Does Lois Fall Asleep?

Lois Falls Asleep

The reporter hadn't known she had been sleeping, until she awoke.

Someone had turned the sun off. A bright moon hung over the ocean.

Alone.

Lois Lane sat up, looked about. No sign of Circe, or anyone else.

Her asshole was sore, but someone had laid a towel on the beach beneath her, so there was no sand in her crack. She shifted onto her side and ran an exploratory hand down her backside...her butthole was a bit puffy and sensitive, but she hadn't been turned entirely inside out as she'd feared.

A quick check of the rest of her revealed that the rings through her labia were locked in chastity still. The raised letters burned into her flesh still proclaimed her pussy the property of the immortal sorceress.

Lois Lane felt a little numb, thinking about that. But she wasn't one to feel sorry for herself.

She found her clothes, carefully folded, before the door that led back to the brothel. Not her whore's uniform, either—her real clothes, the one that she had come in with; her smartphone and wallet too...and in one pocket of her jacket, a small folded piece of paper.

In the light of the moon, Lois unfolded and read it:

Dearest Lois,

I have enjoyed our time together. Perhaps I could grow quite fond of you. Certainly, I will call on you again, my pet. Until then, I wish you luck in your task. The women wait below, the personal playthings of the owner of this brothel. A creature known as Blaze, nearly as dangerous as I am. Yet you are clever and resourceful, and I feel that you may overcome her in the end.

Mine forever,

Circe

Lois Lane folded up the note. Circe quite obviously knew everything now, through her sorcery. The reporter knew she had no reason to trust her, yet a part of her did. She had a name, and a direction. It was time to get to work.