No Spell

"No mistress," Lois said. Something shifted in her—whether a core of defiance, a determination to keep some part of her as it was, or a collapse, she could not tell yet. Her voice was meek. "Take me as I am."

The reporter laid back on the chair, legs spread wide so her feet rested in the sand. It was warm on top, but cool underneath. A strange calm settled on her as she parted her pierced labia with her hands, to show her pink inside to the towering horsecock.

Maybe I want this, Lois thought. She couldn't feel her heartbeat quicken as it should. There didn't seem to be any fear at all as Circe lowered herself down, both hands on that mammoth dick to guide the flattened head between the reporter's thighs. It was all so surreal, like watching a movie.

Until the cock touched her lips.

Lois **** herself to breathe as the cock pushed forward. It was too big. Too big for her tiny pussy. She had seen women on the internet fuck these giant horse dildos, but that was always after God knows how many hours of stretching, of lube, of...

With a sudden piercing lunge, Circe slammed her hips forward. Lois cried out in pain as she was stabbed in the cunt, the horse-prick pushing through her pussy with inhuman ease, vaginal wall tearing as the elastic walls were stretched too rapidly, the head punching into the back of her pussy painfully...and as Lois gasped in pain and horror, she looked down and saw only have of the massive equine erection was inside of her.

"You begin to understand now, I think," Circe said. Lois looked up at the sorceress, a strangely flat expression on her face. Like someone that had to do something unpleasant, and was determined not to pretend to enjoy it. "Your cunt is mine now. It will never be as it once was."

With a swift lurch, Circe buried the rest of the cock inside of Lois. The reporter screamed as she watched her stomach distend. She could feel the cock tear through her insides, the head of it pressing against the skin of her stomach from within, just below her belly button. The pain was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and a part of her wanted just then to die, or pass out, anything...but Circe was singing now, in some ancient dialect that might have been Greek, or something that would one day become Greek. It was old and soft, and as the blood poured out of the reporter's obscenely-distended cunt, the metal rings standing out as her slit was spread wide around the base of the dark shaft, Lois could feel...and see...her pussy change.