Chapter 13 by Zeebop

What Has Lois Become, When She Awakes?

Placed In Chastity

Her pussy itched.

That was the first thing Lois knew, when she squirmed in half-sleep, eyes still shut against the tyrant sun. Lazily, her hand drifted down the length of her flat stomach. Brushed against an unfamiliar rough bit of flesh, just above the line of her pubic hair. The itch was deep inside of her, and she wanted to put two fingers into her cunny to really scratch it.

Hard metal clinked beneath her nails. The reporter's eyes shot open.

Lois Lane spread her legs wide. Below the brand declaring her pussy Circe's property, six heavy metal rings had been bolted through the pussy at intervals, and through them all threaded a metal rod with six segments, a strange little hole present at its tip. The rings were so tight that the lips of her labia were mashed together as though they had been sewn shut.

"Great Caesar's ghost!" The reporter muttered, echoing her editor's favorite exclamation.

"Oh, you're awake." Circe, still nude, walked up to Lois from the direction of the beach. The sorceress had a margarita in one hand. On a cord about her neck was a slender metal rod covered with little bumps, a loop and crossbar at the end like an ankh, through which the cord was threaded.

"What have you done to me?" Lois asked.

"Your pussy is mine, dear. And I keep my possessions safe. Don't worry, I'll unlock you," the older woman touched the ankh-tipped rod that dangled between her breasts. "Whenever I desire to use you."

"But...I mean...I can't even pee like this!" Lois insisted.

"A bit messy, certainly," Circe sipped her margarita. She smiled, and Lois doubted this was the first drink the sorceress had had recently. "But nothing a bit of careful personal hygiene can't handle. Use a bidet darling. Best thing mortals ever invented."

Lois weighed her options. Even tipsy, Circe was an immortal, extremely powerful sorceress. Rushing her and ripping the key off her neck was probably not a winning strategy. But if she could...seduce her...or convince her to take it off on her own...

The reporter swallowed her dignity and pride. She spread her legs wide and leaned forward, emphasizing her breasts.

"I don't suppose you'd like my pussy...right now? For a bit of fun?"