Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What does Lois do?

Show Circe Who The Real Fighter Is

The sorceress was strong...but not a fighter. And she could be distracted.

The reporter grabbed both nipples and pulled as hard as she could. Circe was too experienced to let the reporter go, but instinctively she tried to pull back...and Lois used that momentum as she twisted, sliding out of the sorceress's grip. Pain surged through the reporter's pussy, but she ignored it, rolling up, onto her feet. Circe moved to stand, and Lois Lane's foot smashed into her face.

As the sorceress fell back, Lois was on top of her. She twisted Circe onto her stomach, tits into the wet sand...and the reporter pinned both arms behind her as she sat down on top of her.

Normally, this would be an impasse...Lois could not effectively kill the superstrong sorceress from this position, but neither did Circe have enough leverage to throw her off. They could have stayed there until Lois's strength failed...but there was one other factor.

The tide was coming in...and Circe was facing it. Already, the water splashed against her chin.

"This was not the play I had in mind, my beauty," Circe said, spitting saltwater.

"I didn't come here to whore myself out," Lois said. "But it might be we can help each other..."

"I'm listening," Circe said.

So, as the tide on the beach rolled forward and back, a little higher each time, Lois told Circe about the women who had gone missing...how her effort to infiltrate the brothel had led her down here...and into Circe's clutches and degradation.

Circe's laughter was like acid in the reporter's ears.

"...and what do you want of me?" Circe said, as if she was not facing drowning.

"Help me get the women out of here," Lois said. She took a deep breath. "And I'll...I'll..."