Circe Asks Her Who She Really Is

"You're no whore," Circe said, regarding the reporter. The sorceress laid Lois down in the sand and popped into a squat over her chest, the older woman's heels brushing the reporter's shoulders, the splayed lips of her pussy hanging inches from her face. "Who are you really? Why did you come here?"

Lois coughed, still able to taste her mistress' piss. She looked up, past that pussy, at the woman whose lavender hair seemed to block out the tropical sun far above. For a moment—only a moment—Lois considered lying. Or if not lying, then holding back. Those hazel eyes stared into her, and Lois could feel no compulsion in them, no magic word.

"My name is Lois Lane," she said, swallowed, and kept going. "I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet. Four women went missing in the last few weeks..."

Circe listened as Lois told her everything. Her investigation, coming to the club, finding out about the prostitution, the costume...then coming down here and meeting Circe and...she shut her mouth at that point. The sorceress knew what had happened after Lois showed up. Lois felt that she would know if the reporter lied or held back. A part of her wondered what would happen if she did.

Would she punish me? Lois thought, heart beating. Her new pussy piercings hung heavy between her legs. Do I want her to punish me?

It was an uncomfortable thought. Lois Lane had been in some tough spots in her career, tied up and taunted, threatened with all manner of sexual ****...but this was the first time that anyone had gone so far. She had been branded...bound...pierced...molested...she'd swallowed her mistress' piss. Been degraded like and marked like a personal possession...

I...I think I liked it, Lois realized, with a shudder. Have I always been like that? Have I just needed someone to treat me like that?

A smile played at the older woman's features. Almost a sad one.

"Ah, a little hero. Innocent. I think...yes, I shall help you. We will find these missing women together."

Curiosity compelled Lois Lane's next question, before she could even think about it.

"Why?"

"Because you are mine now," Circe said, standing up. "And I treat my pets well. Now get up, we will get dressed and finish your little investigation. And then..."

The smile turned to a leer. "...then perhaps I will use you again."

Breathlessly, Lois said: "Yes mistress!"