Chapter 17 by Zeebop

Ready for what?

Wine Enema

Lois Lane didn't see the funnel. She only felt the smooth, cold, lubricated and slightly tapered metal cone slide into her ass. It must have been magic...the same strange magic that held the tropical sun high in the sky, even though she knew that outside in Metropolis it was night, and the waves of that endless blue ocean crashing against an impossible beach.

The sorceress' left hand sank down to the sand at her side. Lois could have sworn there had been nothing there a moment ago, but now she could clearly see a glass bottle of wine that was warmed in the hot sand. As she watched, Circe plucked the bottle from its resting place.

Circe gave a smile with more than maternal benevolence as she cradled the reporter's head against her shoulder. Lois Lane's left hip rested on the older woman's right thigh, and the sorceress' right hand held up the wider end of the funnel. So Lois could watch as the Sorceress lifted a bottle of wine with her left hand and brought it over the reporter's head to pour the ruby vintage into the funnel...to flow down the hose and into the reporter's ass.

Lois blinked, her stomach stuffed with milk, she felt oddly passive, as she often did after a large meal...and then the hot liquid hit her asshole.

Even in the sand, the wine had not hit blood-heat, so it was warm but not uncomfortably so. Lois gasped as air escaped from her colon and the heady **** flooded in. She'd never had an enema like this before...and it wasn't long before she felt odd...a familiar kind of languor gripped her body, and the beach began to spin.

"It hits fast, doesn't it?" Circe said. "Relax and go with it. As far as it will carry you. There are things that you must do tonight, my dear, and it is better if you do them with a glad heart and without all those silly inhibitions you wear around you like armor..."

The hazel eyes flashed with green flames.

"Oh, what I shall make of you..."