With A Boar

"A pretty little sow like you," Circe hissed, eyes beginning to glow from within with green flames. "Deserves to be mated by the most virile of boars."

The sorceress raised her hands, and there was a flash of green flame. Lois raised her head from the trough, heart pounding in her chest. Did she mean an actual boar? Was Circe going to mate her with an animal? Awkwardly, the reporter sought to turn around, to see what had appeared.

The smoke cleared...and Lois could smell him before she could see him. A definite masculine reek, like her father's unwashed boxer shorts at the bottom of the laundry hamper. Then she saw the outlines...the hunched muscular back, the little piggy-ears sticking up out of the jet black hair, the blue eyes which were red around the edges, the nose turned up like a snout by the hooks...

Only he was much bigger than Lois. Worse, she recognized him. Even nude, his big hands in those latex gloves just like hers, legs bound up so he had to walk on his knees, Lois could recognize the Man of Steel.

"Superman!" she tried to say...but all that came out of the reporter's mouth was a pathetic, bleating "Oink!"

Circe smiled at that too. "It's taken quite a bit of magic to keep him like this...and to make the necessary improvements. Turn around," the sorceress ordered.

Muscles that could break mountains quivered and shook as they tried and failed to resist the command...and then Lois Lane was staring at Superman's taint, and hanging beneath it the largest pair of testicles she had seen on any animal of any size. The great hairless spheres were inhumanly swollen, the size of grapefruits, the great sack stretched tautly and barely holding them in, blue veins visible just beneath the surface.

"Aren't they lovely?" Circe reached down and hefted one up. "You cannot imagine how virile he is now. My perfect little stud. It hurts him so when he doesn't have a sow to fill...but now here you are!"

She smiled and tapped Superman's shoulder, making him turn around.

"Go ahead," she ordered, though without using her magic voice. "Mount the bitch."

Lois Lane stared into those blue eyes. If he wanted to, she knew there was nothing that she could do to stop Superman...yet he hesitated. She could see his hard cock, flat against his belly, the tip leaking precum, monstrous balls dangling behind...but he made no move toward her. His whole body was tense, eyes crazed, but his invincible will kept him from simply hurling himself forward.

He doesn't want to hurt me! The reporter realized. Even though he's suffering. I have to do something...but what?