Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What is left of Lois, when she stops cumming?

The Reporter Can't Feel Her Pussy

Sometime later...and it might have been minutes or hours, for the sun never moved in the sky, and the crash of the surf was timeless...Lois Lane lay on the sand, panting, dizzy. Circe had left to get more wine, leaving the reporter for a moment on her own.

She couldn't feel her pussy.

The reporter furrowed her brow at that. Lois **** herself into a sitting position and stared down at her crotch. Despite the fact that Circe had been fisting it vigorously, it didn't look particularly "broken" or "ruined." The inner lips weren't hanging outside the labia, nothing was gaping open and unable to close.

She ran a pair of fingers down her netherlips and frowned. It felt like touching a sleeping limb. Lois could tell that it was her flesh beneath her fingers, warm and soft, but she couldn't feel her pussy itself. The reporter brought her fingertips up to squeeze her clitoris, the little nub of flesh having retreated into her hood, and felt...nothing. Utterly numb.

With mounting concern, Lois slid her fingers inside her pussy, and though she could tell she was being penetrated, that was it... No pleasure, no discomfort. It just was. Lois Lane received no more pleasure from getting a finger up her cunny than she would a finger up a nostril or in her ear.

"Great Caesar's fucking ghost," she muttered aloud.

It might be temporary, Lois thought. Maybe something to do with Circe's magic? But what if it isn't? What if she damaged the nerves, and I have to go through the rest of my life unable to orgasm with my pussy?

The reporter stared at the crashing waves, the impossible endless and eternal ocean disappearing into a horizon that shouldn't be there.

"And what the hell am I going to do about it?"