Lois Fights!

The would-be sow wiggled her haunches, determined not to present an easy target for the mad sorceress. Trotting around in a circle on knees and elbows because of her binding, Lois could still move at a decent pace with effort...and Circe, with a silent curse, attempted to grapple with her new prize pig, the great plastic syringe of jizz in one hand, the other grabbing at the reporter's body.

Lois twirled around, keeping just out of reach...and saw an opportunity. Trotting about as she was on all fours, bare breasts dangling free, the reporter was both more stable and had a lower center of gravity than Circe.

"Stay still, damn you! You're getting a cunt full of piglets, and you're going to like it like a good little piggy..."

The "good little piggy" threw all of her weight against the sorceress' left leg. Off-balance, Circe tottered and fell...and the syringe was sent spinning out of her grasp.

Knowing that her "mistress" would be up in a moment, Lois made a mad scrabble for the fallen inseminator, determined to keep it out of Circe's hands. Her arms and legs ached in their binding, knees and elbows unaccustomed to supporting the reporter's full weight, but a sense of triumph ran through Lois as she lowered her head and grasped the great plastic syringe with her mouth and lifted it up, clutching it tightly with her teeth.

She dared one look back at Circe...and saw, to her surprise, that the fallen woman had not moved.

Lois panted through her nose, the hooks digging into her upturned nostrils. Her heart was pounding, her trotters ached, the plug in her ass felt as though it had been jostled slightly out of place. She watched and waited, still gripping the syringe in her teeth, trying to catch her breath.

Hesitantly...aware now of her much her short sprint had hurt her...she trotted forward. Circled around, ready to run away at the earliest moment...but Circe remained unmoving on the floor, except for the steady rise and fall of her chest. The sorceress was still breathing, but otherwise remained immobile. Her legs were askew, showcasing her bare pussy.

She must have hit her head when she went down, Lois thought. She trotted a little to the left and right, but she couldn't see any blood. Assuming she hasn't fractured her skull, she might be out for hours. I could escape! I could...

Lois eyed the bare pussy between the spread legs. Felt a bit of drool run down her mouth, the syringe full of warm cum still clenched between her teeth. The imp of the perverse plucked at the reporter's brain as she imagined what she could do, with the sorceress temporarily powerless.

...I could give this bitch her own piglets, if she wants them that badly.