Chapter 11 by Zeebop

How Does Circe Mark Lois?

Cigarette Burn

Stay.

The word echoed in Lois Lane's mind, in her soul. Her body shook, muscles straining, but she remained on her knees, a gut full of piss, unable to move as the sorceress retrieved a cigarette, and lit it with a burst of green flame from her fingers.

The reporter's eyes were drawn to the little burning coal at the end. Barely noticed the smoke curling out of the immortal's nostrils. The way the eyes took in Lois Lane's body.

"Tobacco was sacred, once." Circe said, apropos of nothing. "There were rituals involved with its consumption. It was used to mark important moments. Do you smoke?"

"No," Lois heard her voice, soft and low, answer without thinking.

"I didn't think so. You don't look it. Cigarettes leave their marks on your body. I haven't had one in decades. Not since the last time I was with a woman. I wanted to mark the moment in my memory...just as I marked her."

Lois stared ahead, unable to do anything else.

"But where?" Circe drew close, crawling on hands and knees, the cigarette between her lips. Lois could smell the acrid smoke, the reek of cloves. One hand reached out, casually tearing the reporter's bustier from her, revealing her breasts.

"Here," the sorceress touched the areola just to the left of the reporter's right nipple. "Very sensitive."

The finger dropped down, to where the star-spangled shorts split, outlining the reporter's pussy. Circe's hard nail lightly touched the reporter's clitoris in its little head.

"Here...possible permanent damage."

Lois couldn't stop shaking now. She could just imagine the coal of the cigarette, pressed against her skin, held there while the flesh reddened and burned. The anticipation was worse than anything else.

Circe stared into her eyes. Took the cigarette out of her mouth.

"I'll let you choose."

"No," Lois said, still shaking. "Please, don't, you don't have to..."

"Choose," the voice sank into the reporter's skull, turning levers in her brain, and her mouth spat out her answer.