If She Can Get The Cock Out Of Her Ass

Trapped beneath the drunken weight of Circe, ass aching and impossibly full, pierced pussy locked in chastity, branded as the sorceress' personal property—Lois Lane had not been having a good night. Yet she swore to herself that she was not done here.

The naked woman's breasts were pressed against Lois Lane's bare back...but so was something hard and pointed. The key to the chastity device! Moving carefully so as not to wake Circe, Lois reached up and carefully snagged the loop that held it around the immortal sorceress' neck.

The sun beat down, making both women hot and sweaty. Lois scarcely dared breathe as she dragged the metal key forward, lifting the loop over the sleeping woman's head...and feeling Circe gein to drool slightly. After long minutes, the reporter's heart soared when she held the key in her hand. One step closer to freedom.

Shifting carefully, Lois turned her body, putting both Circe and herself down on their sides in the sand. The impact was a little harder than the reporter hoped, and for a long minute she stayed still, waiting to see if the sorceress had awoken...but then she began to snore again, and Lois breathed a silent sigh of relief.

The key fit into the little indentation of the metal rod. A simple twist and pull...and Lois was almost ready to sing as the rings through her labia came undone, letting her pussy free for the first time in what felt like hours. The reporter slipped the key around her own neck, and then focused on the final hurdle between her and freedom: the giant dog's dick in her asshole.

Normally, the reporter knew, dog knots deflated on their own. But that could take half an hour, maybe more. Lois was not prepared to wait. The reporter put two fingers in her mouth, licking and slobbering a little to coat them with saliva. She would need the lubricant for what she had in mind.

Just relax, Lane, Lois told herself as she reached down, one finger slid along the rim of her stretched out asshole. It was weird to touch the warm, firm flesh of the canine cock attached to Circe, weird to touch her own butt like this...but she knew that her rectum had stretched wide enough to accept the cock. It would stretch wide enough to release her from it.

Lois pressed her click fingertips at the point where her sphincter gripped the cock...and slid inside, in between the two. Almost immediately, a warm wetness began to flow past her fingers; the trapped jizz that Circe had pumped into her. The reporter ignored that, working the fingers in deeper, spreading them out. Wincing as she stretched her poor abused hole out for the second time this night.

Unfortunately, try as she might being on her side was the wrong angle to attempt exit from. Cursing silently, Lois twisted her body, trying to lower Circe onto the sand as gently as she could. Her vaginal piercings, now free to move, jangled softly against each other. When the sorceress' back hit the sand, she ceased snoring. Lois, poised on top of her, cum still flowing out over her fingers, froze in position. For an eternal minute she waited, balanced on two legs and one arm, the other hand resolutely holding her hole open, hoping to hear the sound of Circe snoring once again.