Please Penetrate My Ass, Mistress!

"I can't..." Lois hated the words, even as they came out of her mouth. "I can't take it anymore. The teasing. Please. Just fuck my ass."

"Of course, my dear," Circe said. "We're almost done here, anyway."

Some liquid poured over the reporter's head. It stung the open wounds of the reporter's tattoos...and then Lois Lane's whole head began to tingle. Then itch. The reporter grit her teeth as something like ants crawled all over her shaven haven, a pressure building beneath the skin. It was like something pushing out...and Lois was not surprised when, a few minutes later, she saw the first dark strands of new-grown hair creep into her vision.

Can you hear me now?

The voice popped directly into the reporter's head, as though spoken at the very center of her skull.

"Yes mistress," Lois said. Her asshole itched, still **** for penetration.

On your hands and knees in the sand. Now.

Automatically, the reporter's body moved to obey the command in her head. She buried her fingers in the sand, waggled her ass in the air. In the sunlight, the piercings in her breasts grew suddenly warm. Lois looked back, shaking her newgrown hair...and saw that Circe was strapping on a harness, a narrow wooden phallus, smooth and heavy, jutting out from her crotch.

"The enchantment I have scored into your scalp makes you my familiar," the sorceress explained. "Now, we can speak no matter what distance parts us. I can see through your eyes, my voice can speak through your mouth...and I can utter my commands though you be however so far away."

The sorceress rubbed something clear and slippery on the wooden shaft. It took everything that Lois had in her not to shove her butt backwards, to feel that hard wooden prick push past her barrier...

"Gently, gently," Circe said as she touched the reporter's lower back. "You are eager, but we must go slow. You are new at this, and I don't mistreat that which belongs to me...not this cunt and not this ass..."

The hard wood pressed against the sphincter...Lois Lane's heart beat against her breastbone, her stomach seemed to fill with worms, suddenly nauseous and yet eager...she could feel her pussy dripping, the liquid hitting the sand beneath her, leaving dark spots. Her breath stopped for a moment as the pressure increased and then...then...the tip began to spread her little asshole open, and it burned but it was easy, so easy, and then it was in and Lois shook. She wanted it out, needed suddenly to go to the bathroom, and tried to pull forward...

STOP.

Lois froze as the command echoed through her mind, muscles freezing before her conscious mind even conceived it.

Now, my dear. Do as I say...