Lois Let's Circe Help

The sorceress stood with difficulty, leaning against the wall, bruise on her face developing nicely according to the bare light of the smartphone. Circe gave a crooked smile.

"If I'd thought of it, I would have approached you much more...nicely," she staggered forward. "But if we work together, we might actually get out of here."

Lois Lane set her jaw. "No tricks?"

"No," the immortal sorceress was close enough now that the reporter could see the real pain in her eyes. "But you will have to trust me."

Unable to bring herself to say anything, the reporter simply nodded, tersely.

"Drop your pants."

Not without misgivings, Lois dropped her hands to her waist and tugged. It took some squirming to pull it off of her ass, the fabric tight against her thighs.

"That will do," Circe reached forward and tugged the reporter's thong aside, revealing her pussy. The reporter blushed, and was glad that in the darkness the other woman couldn't see it. "Now place the wand at the entrance to your pussy."

Stomach fluttering in nervous protest, Lois reached back and pressed the hard, rounded tip of the little wand at her vagina. A warm hand closed over her own, and for a moment the reporter had a sudden fear that Circe was going to shove it in roughly...but no. Softly, carefully, she guided Lois Lane's hand in pressing the rod deeper inside.

"You know where your g-spot is?" The woman asked, voice soft in the darkness, almost like a prayer.

"Sortof," Lois admitted. She'd never really tried to find it with a toy before.

"That's one of your energy centers. We need to get it close. My magic is driven by desire. If we can get it there, and activate it..."

"Ah!" Lois exclaimed as the small wand sank into her pussy completely, the sorceress' fingers brushing her labia and holding it there.

"Well, it's in." A small, smug smile flashed across Circe's face. "Now for the fun part..."