It Is Wedged In There Pretty Deep

Feeling a bit uncomfortable about what she had to do, Lois wedged her finger deep into the sleeping sorceress' sex. She felt around, searching for an edge, but it was smooth...very smooth and hard, like metal. Blushing in embarrassment, Lois withdrew her finger..and lined up a second one.

"This is so wrong," Lois muttered as she slid two fingers into Circe's cunt. It was bad enough to be fingering another woman—Lois had been trying to suppress any lesbian desires for years, and this was bringing back vivid memories of her university days—but doing it while her enemy was asleep just made it worse.

"I'm sorry for kicking you in the cunt," the reporter whispered, as her fingers touched the objected lodged deep inside. "Also, I have to say your pussy is pretty tight for someone that's a couple thousand years old."

The purple-haired sorceress moaned in her sleep, and for a moment Lois froze. Her face burned, mortified at what Circe would think if she found her like this. The reporter shook her head. The only thing to do was to extract the object as quickly and painlessly as possible.

It was wedged in there deep, and even with two fingers, Lois could barely get a grip on it, but she did. Taking a breath, heart pounding, she began to pull.

The object moved slowly. The reporter's fingers twitched and she had to scrabble for purchase on the smooth surface. It was the work of several tense minutes to move it so much as an inch in Circe's pussy, and the witch had started to moan slightly in her sleep. Lois could feel the woman squirm beneath her, body reacting to the stimulation...and Lois could feel her own pussy grow damp in response, nipples hardening.

Yet at last, after maybe half an hour of tedious work, the reporter felt the rush of triumph as the object slipped out of Circe's labia.

"Now," Lois said to herself, holding the object up in front of her face. "What are you? And how can I use you to get out of here?"