Lois Lane Breaks Circe

"This isn't enough for you, is it?" Lois Lane said. Love, bright and pure, seemed to pour out of her, the ring on her finger burning bright, and the four fists stretching out Circe's pussy and ass seemed to swell just a little. The sorceress was quivering in her bondage, her stomach distended slightly from the pair of fists in her cunt. With a sudden rush, her bladder gave way, pale liquid bursting forth and falling on the sands in thin spurts.

"You want to be a broken bitch, don't you Circe?" Lois drew near. Her nostrils twitched as she drank in the scent of the immortal sorceress' sweat. She wanted to catch that trembling lip in her teeth, to wrap her hand around that frail, pretty throat and feel the pulse beneath her thumb. "You're an adrenaline junkie, Circe. You need the danger to really get off. And there's no danger like permanent damage, is there?"

"Aaaagh!" Circe screamed as the hands inside of her swelled in size, like boxing gloves. Tears were pouring down the sorceress' eyes, but her nipples were hard as diamonds. Lois Lane reached down, her middle fingers slipping over the woman's clit...and then sliding into her gaping cunt. The reporter found herself grinning as she felt no resistance. Just open air. A part of her wished that she had a cock, just so that she could jerk herself off into the vast chasm of Circe's pussy, without even touching the sides.

"Tell me you want it," Lois said. "Or I'll stop."

"Do it!" Circe screamed, her voice inflamed. "Do it! Break me! I want more!"

This last statement was said in a low, visceral roar...and Lois felt her heart beat faster, the power flowing through her. Anything she could imagine could be real...but she wanted, needed to feel this herself.

Down on her knees. Violet energy sheathed her hands, like soft rubber gloves. She narrowed her fingers until they steepled to a point...and set each of them at the gaps. The energy fists, two to a hole, shifted position...now the fingers were grabbing the rims, pulling them wide open...and Lois slid her hands upward, forcing them even further apart.

Circe scream rose in tone. The sun above shuddered. The sand on the beach vibrated. The ocean froze, waves in mid-crest. Lois ignored it all, intent on her task, forcing her hands in deeper, the energy-hands pulled at the holes which were already grossly distended...and then there was a little rip, the skin right below the clitoris splitting unevenly, and a tiny stream of blood began to trickle down, lurid and neon over the violet gloves...

Lois Lane knew she should stop. But a part of her didn't want to. She loved Circe too much. Wanted to give the wonderful witch something she would never forget.

The Star Sapphire shoved her hands upward, right up to the forearms...and the split in the skin ran with it, stretched beyond all human limit, until the clitoris itself ripped in two, bright blood flowing...and the tense sorceress went limp.

Like that, the sun went out. The sand became hard concrete; the tropical landscape red brick walls. Lois Lane blinked, eyes adjusting to the light. The sorceress hung between the pillars, held up only by the reporter's love.

The reporter removed her fists, willed her extraneous hands to fade. Circe's broken holes remained gaping, unable to close, yet strangely deflated looking. The blood was still flowing from her pussy. Lois clenched her left fist, the light burning bright...

Ropes and pillars unwove themselves, into a million threads...and rewove themselves into a kind of wheelchair, Circe strapped down, her nakedness covered with a glowing purple smock. The reporter considered using those thread of violet energy to sew up the damaged pussy...but she wasn't a doctor. No, the best thing to do was to get Circe to some actual medical help.

With the briefest of thoughts, Lois clothed herself in a violet nurse's uniform. Cap upon her head, mask over her mouth, three-inch heels and a dress that barely covered her muff.

"It's okay, love," the reporter said as she took hold of the handles at the back of the wheelchair. "We'll get your cunt fixed up."