End: Lois Sacrifices Her Pussy

"My cunt," Lois Lane said. "Take my cunt."

"Interesting..." Circe said.

The green eyes glowed brighter...and Lois found she could not look away. The light seemed to burn through her skull, it filled her whole head with light, and the fire began to move downward, through every vein.

Down between her legs, there was a series of sharp pain. Like the massive tentacle or tongue or whatever was stretching her pussy out was taking bites of her. Lois shivered as it began to move forward, the pain growing, the burning light spreading downward as if to meet it. Until she swore she could feel teeth gnaw on her womb.

"Your cunt, and all that goes with it," Circe's voice echoed through the reporter's mind. "No children. No periods. You shall be woman, but infertile. No joy from your pussy in this life, no babes borne of your womb. A grand and wonderful sacrifice...and in its place..."

The thing moving around inside her began to retreat. Tears ran down the reporter's face as she felt the gnawing emptiness. She felt like she was going to die. There was no sensation from her pussy anymore, just a curious numbness in the space where it had been, pain where those invisible teeth had bitten through her birth canal and cervix, womb and ovaries gnawed into pieces and swallowed, leaving her absolutely gutted.

Then that green light reached the edge of that empty space inside of her...and began to fill it.

Circe's hands held the reporter upright as the tentacles and feelers receding, letting her numb legs dangle helplessly, slipping out of her asshole with a wet slurp. Where the light touched her, the pain diminished and new, strange sensations filled Lois Lane. She could feel that emptiness being filled...the light seemed to fade and in its place were clean, healthy muscles, flesh...and something new, something unexpected and totally outside of her experience.

The glow of the sorceress' eyes faded as the last of the light fled Lois Lane's body. The reporter stared at the older woman, wrinkles a little more evident on her face now...and there was that same smile on her lips, as if waiting for a child to open a present.

"Look down, my new apprentice," Circe said as she stepped back, to let Lois stand on shaky legs.

Lois looked down. There, below her breasts, and the long flat plane of her stomach that would now never bulge with children, she saw...a small, dangling piece of flesh. The apprentice found for a moment that she could not breathe. Reached down and touched it. Small—how small it was!—yet perfectly formed, uncut, with a hairless pair of balls dangling beneath. She could feel it beneath her fingers, and she could feel those fingers on it at the same time. Carefully, Lois peeled back the foreskin...and her new dick grew hard, a mere three inches long and barely as wide as her thumb, but indisputably erect.

"This is the measure of your power, Lois," Circe said. "And as your power and skills grow, so shall your cock. I shall enjoy keeping track of your progress. But for now...let us begin your lessons."

The sorceress sank on her knees. A thrill of expectation went through her apprentice's body as those strong hands gripped Lois Lane's hips and brought the dick toward her mouth.

"Try to hold on as long as you can," Circe told her, the warm breathe of the sorceress' mouth setting the tiny cock a-quiver. "Feel the energy build inside you. That's what it's like to cast a spell. To gather your body's creative energies into a single moment, and then release them according to your will. Later, I will teach you how to do that. For now...try not to cum too quickly."

The hot lips closed on her virgin dick, and Lois Lane almost spurted immediately. The mouth was a hot, warm hole, the tongue lapped at her head, ran around the sensitive glans, pushed and played with the foreskin. Before thirty seconds had elapse, Lois could feel her hips twitching, a pressure building above and behind her new balls...

Lois gritted her teeth and dug her fingernails into her palms. She hadn't sacrificed her pussy just to bust a nut within sixty seconds of getting a dick. Circe began to bob her head, the suction increasing steadily, and Lois felt the pressure growing inside of her...growing and growing, building and building, and it was like nothing the apprentice sorceress had ever known before, and her little prick was quivering, so stiff and hard. The reporter tried to distract herself by repeating snippets of poetry, and her mind conjured up a bit of Arthur Clement Hilton:

Ah! thy red lips, lascivious and luscious,
With **** in their amorous kiss,
Cling round us, and clasp us, and crush us,
With bitings of agonised bliss;
We are sick with the poison of pleasure,
Dispense us the potion of pain;
Ope thy mouth to its uttermost measure
And bite us again!

The end came before Lois knew it. One moment she was swaying, and the next a line of fire burst forth along the whole length of her prick, and Lois looked down to see Circe sucking it down like the sweetest nectar in all the world.

"Good," she said, smiling happily. "Very good, for your first time. We'll have to build up your stamina...and I have so many things to teach you. Spells and meditation, astral projection and levitation, how to open your chakras..."

Lois looked down at her cock. It was already going limp, and she touched the soft, wet noodle in despair.

"Don't worry. Your wand will rise again...and as your powers grow, it will be a mighty instrument," the sorceress licked her lips. "And you will learn to enjoy the pleasures of it now. You're a witch, Lois!"

She could have laughed, or cried. The reporter felt her cock twitch, and knew that this was only the beginning. While she was still Lois Lane, the Greatest Reporter of the Daily Planet, she had now taken her first step to being something more...and as her eyes fell to her mistress' wet slit, Lois felt a new desire to stir inside of her. With enough power, perhaps...

...yet that thought, and Lois Lane's training and adventures, are a story for a different time.