Lois Gets Mad

Rage can take many forms. The white heat of the moment can cause people to lash out, to rip and tear. But constrained as Lois Lane was by Circe's magic, the reporter couldn't do that. As the peg worked its way deeper into her ass, as her pale skin darkened to a deep, golden bronze, Lois Lane's rage turned inward. It became an icy, cold place at the center of her being. The kind of rage which gave vent to the cry "For the love of God, Montressor!"...but there was no loving God to save him.

Nor, Lois Lane vowed to herself, would there be any loving God to save Circe.

The reporter bided her time. Ever scratch of Circe's needle, every millimeter of wooden cock that **** its way into her once-virgin ass, only fueled the reporter's determination. Plans unfolded in her mind, some too impractical and discarded, otehrs she began to refine as a jeweler cuts a diamond, into fine, perfect shapes. Circe hummed, oblivious to the doom being plotted before her.

"How are you feeling, my sweet?"

"I've never had something so big in my ass, mistress," Lois said, in as docile a voice as she could manage. "It's so big and hard..."

"Yes, I know it must be uncomfortable," the sorceress said. "But you will thank me for it, later. You won't believe the plans I have for your ass."

"I'm sure, mistress," Lois said, then bit her tongue. She wondered if she had overdone it...but Circe gave no sign of noticing.

Don't underestimate her, Lane, Lois told herself. Immortal sorceress. Don't move against her until you're sure.

Minutes ticked by. Finally, the scratching at her scalp stopped. Something wet and soft poured over her head...the sorceress was washing the reporter's head with a sponge. The wounds itched. Lois couldn't even tell what the witch had done...

"I've carved a complex magical sigil into your scalp," Circe said. The reporter's naked scalp began to itch. Her neck shivered as Circe's wet fingers massaged the scalp...and Lois could feel her hair growing back, just pouring out of her. Within minutes, it was the same length as it had been before Circe had begun her ****...albeit not cut or styled in any way.

You can move now.

Lois had enough self-control not to lurch forward. She drew herself up gingerly off of the wooden pole that was stuck in her ass. Her little hole hurt...and it seemed to take forever, inch by inch, to stand up. When she did, the reporter looked back at the peg...and was shocked to discover it had to be at least nine inches long, and nearly two inches wide at the base. But there was no trace of blood, for which Lois was thankful.

It was only then that Lois realized that Circe's last words had not been spoken out loud. They were in her head.

The sorceress smiled.

That's right Lois, Circe's voice ran through her thoughts. Our connection is so intimate now, I can speak directly into your mind...with a little effort, I can even see through your eyes. Now that you are my familiar, I can command you from anywhere, at any time.

The reporter swallowed. She wasn't sure if Circe was actually reading her thoughts, or if she was simply showing off her power. The reporter felt that cold rage inside of her. She had to play along for right now...wait for the right moment...and then Lois Lane would have her vengeance.