Circe Asks "Why Are You Neglecting Your Ass?"

Her mistress' words seemed to echo in the reporter's brain. Lois froze, like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Green fire crackled over the chair. Lois Lane felt a wooden knob in her hand that had not been there before. Without moving her head, she turned her eyes to look at it. The knob was attached to an iron lever, extending down and out of sight on the right arm of the chair. There was a hole in the seat of the chair, her butt hanging through it like a toilet...or some sort of birthing stool.

"Push it away from you," the sorceress said, still busily tattooing an obscene pattern into the reporter's scalp.

Lois pressed, gently. The lever moved down. Something wet and hard pressed suddenly against her exposed asshole, and Lois paused. She pulled the lever back toward her, and the hard, wet thing retreated.

Licking her lips, the reporter pushed forward a little more slowly. Now that she knew to expect it, Lois could feel the hard, rounded tip of some sex toy slowly push her cheeks apart and press against her anus. It was perfectly aligned with her asshole. Circe had turned the chair into a sex toy.

"Now...play," the sorceress ordered.

Struggling to control her breathing, back straight and head steady as Circe continued her work, Lois Lane gently pushed the lever forward...and felt the pressure increase on her butthole. The hard, rounded tip of the sex toy was digging into her ass, and Lois was grateful that it was lubricated and not as big as she feared. Told herself to relax, to let it happen, but she couldn't stop clenching her cheeks, pushing down...and at the same time she was moving the lever forward, feeling the resistance there, communicated through whatever mechanism connected the two.

Slowly, Lois did manage to unclench. Slowly, the head of the toy penetrated her sphincter. Then the reporter paused, ignoring the scratching on her shaven scalp, experiencing her ass being opened for the first time.

She pulled the lever toward her, and the sex toy retreated. Pushed it forward, and it returned, pressing forward. Lois let it go a little deeper this time, and found surprisingly that it wasn't as painful as she feared. A little burning soreness around her asshole, but not anything like what she thought it would be. Perhaps the lube was also some kind of numbing agent? But no, she could still feel everything as she worked the lever, just an inch at a time, sliding the head of the sex toy in and out, in and out, a little deeper in now...