End: Circe Wants To See Lois Cum For Her

"Cum for me."

Lois Lane smiled. "Is that an order, mistress?"

"Does it need to be?" Circe shot back.

Then, just for that moment, they weren't an immortal sorceress and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter. Just two women, sub and dom, holding the levers to a sex chair.

Circe moved first. she began to pull and push the lever back and forth, slowly but steadily, the wooden cock sliding in and out the reporter's pussy, setting the labial rings to jingle and jangle. Lois met her mistress's eyes, feeling the cock slid in and out, the penetration stirring up her sexual instincts, and it was all that Lois could do not to start wriggle her hips to try and move the wooden prick in deeper, to hit the right spots...

"You've got your own lever," Circe observed. "Be a shame not to use it."

Lois sucked in air, feeling the collar about her throat. Not constricting her breath at all, just...sort of a reminder, and not an unwelcome one. Like the brand above the reporter's pussy, like the tattoos and piercings she'd have to hide. All the little signs of who she belonged to...and, as Lois Lane was increasingly becoming aware of, how hot that was.

Palm sweaty, Lois began to move her lever. The wooden cock in her ass began to move. Slowly, carefully...and they sat there for a while, staring at each other. The heat built up inside of the bound reporter's body as the timing of the double penetration slowly increased...it wasn't that the two cocks were plunging into her ass and pussy at the same time. They were moving at two different paces, this one on the exit as the other was entering, and it made Lois wonder if this was what it was like to actually get fucked by two guys. To be stuck between two cocks, unable to control how fast they were pumping into you, moving in and out of that perfect rhythm, but at the same time the constant stretching of her holes, the way the hard pricks rubbed against each other, was so novel, so fresh, so...

Circe was rubbing her pussy with her left hand. The sorceress's face was flushed, the eyes dilated, nipples hard. She began to work the lever faster, harder, letting the cock plunge deeper into Lois Lane's pussy, watching the reporter jump without actually trying to hurt her.

Lois read a challenge in those eyes, and even as she fought her desire to squirm, she began to speed up her own lever. The cock was plunging in and out of her asshole faster and harder, the sphincter growing hotter. It didn't hurt exactly, but it was growing in intensity, and as her breasts heaved and the rings made her hard nipples and clitoris ache, Lois wondered how long she could hold on...

"Don't hold back," Circe said, an edge of excitement in her voice. "Let yourself go. Show me what you really look like..."

Circe was as lost in the moment as Lois was, two fingers plunging hard in and out of her cunt now, spraying drops onto the sand, knees quaking a little. Her right hand was working the lever quicker now, the wooden cock pistoning faster and faster in Lois Lane's pussy...and the reporter shuddered and her own arm began to pump to keep up. Her ass burned, her pussy was squeezing on the wooden cock in her cunt, and they were playing off of each other, rubbing against each other so hard and fast and...

"Aaaaagh!"

It wasn't a scream and it wasn't a squeak. It was the primal happy chipmunk noise that Lois Lane made when she came hard. The kind of embarrassing, uncontrollable verbal ejaculation that she had only ever made on her own, the kind of noise that she had always, always suppressed so that nobody else would ever hear it...and it set Circe off, the sorceress rising up onto her toes, thrusting her hips as she frigged herself with her fingers, damn near close to humping the lever that was still plunging deep into the reporter's cunt...

And then she fell back onto her back, making her own little ecstatic noise, and the two women stayed there for a minute, letting the levers go slack...and they laughed, as two women laugh when they'd just cum together.

"By the gods of Olympus," Circe said, tears in her eyes. "I think we both needed that."

"Yes, mistress," Lois said.

"I think I'll want to see more of you, my dear." Circe said as she hauled herself up. "But for now...we both most rest. The night has grown old, and there is magic to work before the dawn."

While Lois was still bound in the chair, the sorceress leaned forward and pressed her lips against the woman she had branded as her own. The reporter found herself closing her eyes as she returned the kiss...

...and when she opened them she was sitting on the bed of her own apartment, dressed and ready to go for the club.

Lois looked around, looked down at herself, shaken by the sudden transition...and then automatically pulled at the waistband of her pants.

There, though she could not read them, was the brand, just above the line of her black lace panties...and below that she could make out the imprint of the clit ring and labial rings. Lois had no doubt the other piercings and tattoos were there as well.

It happened. It all happened. Lois realized.

She let out the breath she had been holding, feeling for the first time the aches and pains of the night come back to her.

Her phone rang. Lois Lane picked it up without looking at the number.

"Miss Lane? Sgt. Powell, Metropolis Police Department. You had inquired about those four women who had been reported missing?"

"Yes?" Lois said, remembering her original purpose for going out tonight.

"Well, they just showed up—in our drunk tank on 54th Street station. We're holding them until morning, if you'd like to come down and talk to them."

"Thanks, Al," Lois said. "I'll be there right away."

Without missing a beat, Lois grabbed her keys and wallet and headed toward the door...and now she could feel the soreness in her pussy and ass, the itchy feeling of the hidden tattoos on her scalp, the strange, constant low-level stimulation of the piercings in her nipples and pussy...and wondered what exactly her life would be like from this night forward.

She smiled to herself. Whatever it would be, Lois had no doubt that her mistress would not make it boring.