Chapter 17 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Respond To That?

"Please Mistress...My Other Nipple...Burn It"

Lois Lane said the words quietly...but earnestly. Something about what Circe had said resonated with her. It was true. Oh, she had never been one of those young women that cut themselves, but...throughout her life, hadn't she relished intense sensations? Stepping into the shower when the water was hot enough to burn, using the harsher scrub brush, notching her belt just a little too tight. Never enough to do any permanent damage, but...

...but she had never felt anything like the sensation of the cigarette being stubbed out on her nipple. The brief, terrible intensity of the pain...and then the lightheadedness, the burst of ecstasy, her heart racing in her chest...

Circe watched her coolly. She brought the cigarette back to her lips and sucked it into life. The coal growing orange, white wrapper turning to grey ash. Smoke curled from her nostrils.

"If I do," Circe puffed out the foul-smelling tobacco smoke. "What will you do for me, my little painslut?"

Lois swallowed. She shook. As **** as she was to feel that again, she had to remind herself that Circe was a sorceress...a villain.

"What...would you want me to do...mistress?"

Circe smiled.

"I think...I'll take it out in kind."

Lois blinked. "Mistress."

Circe kindled the cigarette again.

"I hurt you...and you hurt me."

To make her point she stabbed the burning cigarette into Lois Lane's other nipple.