End: To Break Lois Lane

"Cum until I tell you to stop."

Lois Lane's eyes widened in horror...and then her conscious mind ceased. Her body spasmed, completely uncontrolled, hips rising and falling of their own volition as she thrust her aching, pierced pussy up and down on the canine cock.

Orgasms normally last seconds...sometimes, rarely, minutes, when strung together one after another in a biological cascade, pleasure chemicals flooding the brain. Lois Lane had experienced both rather less in life than she would have liked; but the fleeting nature of the orgasms made them all the more precious.

Now minutes passed, Circe laughing beneath the helpless reporter as she was lost in a constant climax. There was no release, no surcease, no end to the pleasure. Muscles not used to the constant exertion soon began to ache, lungs began to burn, and Lois Lane couldn't stop, barely aware of the building ache in her body. Nothing pierced the endless pleasure she was experiencing, not even when Circe grunted hard beneath her, dumping a salty load of cum deep inside the reporter's depths, her cervix eagerly, convulsively gulping up the semen.

The sorceress rolled over, leaving Lois cheek-down in the sane, her ass lifted into the air, dripping cum, body still shivering and shaking. Circe smiled as the cunt continued to rhythmically spasm, trying to milk a cock that wasn't there.

The immortal lit a cigarette, and poured a glass of wine.

Pain began to mingle with pleasure. The receptors in her brain could handle no more dopamine, and even with the endless pleasure, Lois Lane slowly became aware of her body. It took a long time. Circe watched, killing the bottle and burying the butts of her cigarettes in the sand by her feet. The sorceress watched with knowing fascination as the reporter's eyes slowly came back into focus, as the moans turned into mewls of mixed joy and pain.

"You will learn to love pain," Circe said, her voice normal. She seemed suddenly older, more tired. The dog-cock was gone, the witch's pussy returned to its normal place. "Because I will it to be so."

Every part of Lois hurt...the individual exultation of the orgasms were dying down. She found herself able to move, mind overcoming matter, forcing herself onto her hands and knees, still shivering every few moments.

"Please...make it stop..." Lois begged. She had to drag the words out through her dry lips. Pride still flared deep within her, but she really felt like she might die.

"Why did you come here?" Circe asked, setting an empty goblet aside.

Lois spoke, haltingly, still trying to find her voice even though ever few seconds her pussy spasmed painfully, hips aching, chest heaving. yet the more she spoke, the more she could focus. Her conscious mind seemed to be floating above the eternal bliss of the countless orgasms; she could feel them but still think...sortof.

"Ah," Circe said at the end. "I will deal with that. And you...what will you give to me, in exchange for that, hmm?"

"I...I can't..." Lois felt tears roll down her cheeks. "Anything. Anything, just make it stop."

"Pledge your cunt to me. Whenever I wish, however I wish," Circe said. "And know this will bind you. This will be a part of your soul. You will never be able to deny me, in any of my desires."

Lois Lane's eyes widened. She knew that the sorceress meant it. That she had the power to make it so. The reporter's hands dug into the sand, her every instinct to fight this...but who can fight their own body and mind.

A promise was made. A ghost of a smile cross Circe's lips. This was what she had craved, from the very beginning. The reporter's ultimate surrender and degradation.

"Cum until you pass out," Circe ordered. "And when you wake, you can stop."

An empty, aching whole seemed to open n Lois Lane's chest. A scream broke out of her throat that set the hairs on end throughout the building. Somewhere off the coast of Japan, dealing with a tidal wave, Superman paused as a shiver ran down his spine. In the depths of hell, Blaze scowled as she realized her gambit to ensnare the reporter had failed.

Lois Lane collapsed into the sand. Her **** body still quivered in orgasm, but otherwise she was limp, barely breathing.

"Sleep, pet," Circe whispered, brushing the dark hair away from Lois Lane's eyes. "And know that even in your dreams, you will never escape from me."