Lois Isn't Sure, It's Growing

The pole slid in and out of her asshole...but though Lois Lane's pace on the lever did not change, she could feel the wooden prick slide deeper and deeper. Thicker, too, the reporter thought, because she could feel the slow spread of her asshole, pushing her limits. Lois quivered in place, unable to stop, feeling the shaft press uncomfortably far inside of her, as though it was growing...

Circe hummed as she scratched at the reporter's scalp. It was ****...slowly impaled on one end as the needle pricked her relentlessly at the other. A part of the reporter wanted to scream in frustration...but she didn't. She smiled like an idiot, her piercings waving and jingling a little as her body quivered. The soreness and heat in her ass began to build and build, and only the pain of the needles as Circe drew her binding spells into the reporter's flesh kept Lois focused, prevented her from losing herself in the way her body traitorously enjoyed her mechanically fucking her own ass.

Then Circe's humming gave way to words. Not of a spell, but as though the sorceress spoke to herself, under her breath, a master craftswoman aimlessly sifting through thoughts and memories as she wove magic to flesh.

"Men and women have always been scared of embracing their sexuality. Pasiphaë, Messalina, Hatshepsut, Catherine the Great—tales of their licentiousness have become legend. The jealous courtiers and rivals imagined them rutting with animals, competing with whores in their brothels, thinking and ruling with their cunts as men do with their pricks...the one thing the masses cannot stand is a woman with power, and the will to live her life her own way," Circe said.

"Even the Amazons—like Wonder Woman, whom you dressed as tonight my dear—they don't fully embrace their power and sexuality. So focused on staying hidden, and what do they get for it? Legends of licentiousness. Millennia of misogyny. Even the Princess of the Amazon is little more than a prude, unwilling to use her strength to fulfill herself sexually..." the sorceress clucked her tongue. "...but you my dear, you will be different. My greatest creation. With all of their strengths...none of their weaknesses. I know it feels hard on your body now, but when my magic is bound to you body and soul, you will learn to love your new form."

The reporter trembled. Trapped in that mechanical contraption, her ass stretched and the wooden prick digging into her guts, tits and pussy pierced...she didn't feel very powerful. Yet soon, Circe's work would be complete.