Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What Does Circe Do About That?

Circe Eats Lois Lane's Nasty Pussy

There was a snap. The beach sands swirled and formed themselves into stony chains, clamping around the reporter's wrists and ankles...holding Lois Lane in place, her cunt in the air, shoulders on the ground, legs over her heads and arms out.

Circe's hands clamped down on the back of the reporter's legs, on either side of her piss-filled pussy.

"You started out tonight with such high hopes. I can see it in your mind. You wanted to find those women. Save them. Before tonight, you had never degraded yourself so...never been so...defiled..."

The sorceress's tongue ran up the side of the reporter's labia, setting the rings piercing Lois's cunt lips to shaking.

"There's nothing that turns me on more," Circe went on. "To see something beautiful dirtied. Broken. Helpless. Like a dove pinned down for a cat to play with..."

Lois moaned as Circe caught the ring piercing the reporter's clitoral hood in her teeth and tugged. The reporter tried to squirm, but it was like her wrists and ankles were locked in sandstone. The more she struggled, the more piss splashed out of her pussy, running down the crack of her ass and down her back, slipping over to drip on her breasts and neck...and Circe seemed utterly uncaring. The witch released the ring with a laugh as Lois cried out in pain.

"I think I want to see you cum more, Lois. I want to see what other fun and games we can have. There are so many changes I can put you through...inches of skin to paint, to scar, to pierce...maybe I'll have a vagina tattooed on your face. Or just the word whore. Hmm, does that excite you?"

Stuck beneath the sorceress, Lois Lane fought mingled desire and disgust. A noisy slurping filled the beach as Circe buried her face in the reporter's pussy, lapping at her own piss...and bringing Lois close to another unwanted climax.

What can I do? Lois wondered in desperation. What dare I do?