I Want To Serve You, Mistress!

"And so you shall," Circe said indulgently. "After a few more...alterations."

Lois perked up, grinning madly. "What next? More tattoos? More piercings? Bigger titties!?!?"

The sorceress smiled. The mirrors vanished. Lois could feel the hair growing out, already an inch long, hiding her new tattoo. She wondered when it would stop. Still seated in the chair, she couldn't see the mistress, but she could feel the tips of the sorceress' fingers on either side of her face.

"All that and more, in time. You are in the process of becoming, my pet, and it will be my great pleasure to mold you...but for this next part I will require your willing cooperation. So relax..."

The reporter's tattooed, tanned, and pierced body went limp in the chair. The fingertips held her head in place. She smelled ozone, heard a crackle of electricity, felt an uncommon warmth at the places where those strangely callused fingertips touched her flesh.

Something touched her ears. Small, wiggly, sticky bodies. Circe held her still as they slid into her ear canals. The reporter felt her heart start to pound.

"Just let them do their work. Think of it like losing your virginity," the sorceress said. "There will be a little pain, and then it'll start to feel good."

Like I'm getting fucked in the ears! Lois giggled to herself. Yet even through the madness, she could feel her body trying to tense up, blood pressure rising, anticipation making her palms sweat and the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. The worms or whatever they were slid deeper, and it became harder to hear anything except the writhing of the little bodies, her own heart pounding.

"Ow!" Lois ejaculated at two sharp pains, deep in her ear canals. The pain didn't stop either. She could feel the disconcerting sensation of the long, wriggling bodies making their way through the tiny wounds, crawling inside her skull.

Minutes passed. Lois shuddered uncontrollably from time to time, muscles twitching as nerves were pressed. She tasted copper in her mouth, saw flashes of color that weren't there. The pain had faded to two dull, ragged points, and she could feel blood dripping down out of her ears, following the curves of her lobes, hanging off there in dark drops.

"I know who you are now, Lois Lane," Circe's voice came not through her ears, but echoing in her head, which began to throb. "A part of me is in you now. I see all that you are...your hopes, your dreams, your desires. I see why you came here tonight...the women who have gone missing. I can help you find them."

Lois face was locked in a rictus grin. Her pussy began to spasm, causing her piercings to jingle. Her nipples automatically went hard, standing out painfully, the nipple-rings dragging down at them.

"I could rewrite you now. Lobotomize you. Turn you into a brainless fuckdoll for my pleasure." The words echoed through the reporter's entire being, loud as the voice of God in her head. Something dripped from the reporter's nose, and the taste of blood increased.

"But I think I prefer you as you are. Strong. Willful. Intelligent. I wish to savor how you live with our little secrets. To see how you grovel for the gifts only I can give you. Do you want that, my pet? Will you give yourself to me entirely, in exchange for my help?"