Lois Wants Circe's Help To Find & Free The Missing Women

Tattooed, pierced, her ass violated, and with the witch able to read her mind and command her with but a thought...and yet somehow Lois Lane could not resist as the story of why she had come here tonight poured out of her mouth.

The sorceress watched the reporter with bemusement. Green fire trailed from Circe's fingertips as she gestured in the air...and Lois stood up, even as she talked. Something thicker slid up the reporter's ass, stretched her tight little hole...an egg-shaped plug that settled into her colon tightly. Golden chains slid around her waist, to link up with the pierced labia and nipples; skirts of golden chains provided the illusion of decency, hanging over breast and ass and pussy...but only so long as the reporter stood still.

Circe snapped her fingers, as Lois Lane's story came to a close...and once more the sorceress was dressed in her familiar costume, a dress of green and lavender.

"Amusing. I think I shall enjoy assisting you in this matter. Come! Let us find these missing sluts."

"I think not," a new voice broke in.

Circe twirled and there, between Lois Lane and the door, stood a woman with skin as red as blood on fresh parchment, barely dressed in skimpy strips of orange fabric held in place by a belt and pauldrons of leering demonic faces. Dark horns rose above pure white eyes without puil or iris. The outlines of the figure were subtly inhuman: too tall, too lean, muscled like a greyhound, the bones of the cheeks and elbows looked as if they were ready to burst out from beneath the skin.

"Blaze!" Circe named her.

"This is my establishment," the horned woman said. "The women you look for are my slaves. As was Lois Lane supposed to be...but I see you got to her first."

"I see," Circe said coolly. "I should have sensed you were behind this sex club for supervillains. You hid your magic very well."

"Well enough," Blaze said.

Lois Lane had once seen a pair of scorpions dueling. The way they circled each other, stingers raised and poised to strike, reminded her of these two women.

"You wanted Lois Lane for your own," Circe said. The reporter's knees suddenly buckled and she knelt in the sand, gold chains set to swinging. The sorceress put her hand on top of the reporter's head. "Perhaps you'd care for...a wager?"

The demon raised one eyebrow, which crashed and bent around the base of her horn.

"Stakes?"

"The women Lois came here looking for," Circe said. "And Lois herself. Winner take all."

"Tempting," Blaze said. "What's the game?"