Chapter 12 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Choose?

My Nipple

Circe brought the cigarette to her lip. Sucked on the filter tip, until the coal glowed hot, dark ash building...and then, holding the smoke in her mouth so that it trailed out, the sorceress brought it down.

Unable to move, Lois froze in place. Eyes traced the thin white tube with the burning tip. Hyperaware of the smell of tobacco. The way her nipple was harder than it had ever been before. The way the little brand moved, just a little, so that the coal came to touch the areola rather than the erect teat.

Then heat, pain, burning bright, and Lois couldn't stop her body from spasming. Circe's smile was feral and cruel, her hazel eyes blazing with green fire as smoke poured from her mouth and nostrils, utterly enraptured at the reporter's suffering.

The reporter sagged as the cigarette left. There was a dark circle of grey-black ash, and beneath that Lois could see that the pale skin was an angry red. Even with the cigarette taken away, the pain lanced through the reporter like a spike to the heart. Hot tears filled her eyes, body shaking in excitement.

Circe's hand grabbed the reporter's hair, **** her head back...and too late Lois felt the hot lips press against her own, covering her mouth. Hot, acrid smoke filled the reporter's mouth. The reporter wanted to gag. It felt like french-kissing an ashtray. Lois wanted to shake her head...to **** the sorceress away...and then she felt Circe's other hand clamp down on her undamaged breast, the still-lit cigarette still held in two fingers...and Lois knew if she fought back, the consequences might be dire.