Repeat After Me

"I love it up my ass," Circe said.

"I love it up my ass," Lois Lane repeated.

Green fire oozed sluggishly from Circe's fingertips, and sank into the skin of the reporter's temples like milk dripped into water. The green light flickered beneath the skin as the reporter's wounds healed. Her dark hair re-grew to hide the sigils that the sorceress had carved there. The tan on the reporter's naked body darkened to a deep bronze. The rings in Lois Lane's labia and nipples jangled, the tattoos scabbed over, and then the scabs fell away to reveal the dark figures clearly etched against the bronze skin.

Physically, Lois Lane looked like an utter slut. Now, Circe worked on her mind.

"I want to cum from my ass," Circe said.

"I want to cum from my ass," Lois said dutifully, and as she said the words they seemed to sink deeper into her brain. Green lights flared inside her skull, to cast strange shadows on the reporter's vision.

"I will always keep my ass clean and ready for use," Circe's voice was a soft whisper. The reporter's body baked beneath the sun, but the wind had died down, the air still.

"I will always keep my ass clean and ready for use," Lois said, her own voice soft and small.

"I will wear a butt plug every day," Circe's words were like a command, and robotically Lois repeated them.

"I will stretch my hole a little bigger every day," Circe added, and the reporter's mind filled with images of plugs and dildos, arranged by size, to fill a whole shelf in her bedroom.

"I love to watch anal porn. I want to be fucked in the ass like those pornstars," Circe said, and Lois Lane could picture herself arriving home from work, popping out her butt plug and cleaning it, then retiring to the bed with a big dildo and fucking her ass as she watched the women on the screen get their assholes reamed, until she passed out.

"I want to be the best anal slut ever," Lois Lane said...and it took her a moment before she realized that Circe hadn't said those words at all. They had simply appeared in her head.

"Again," Circe said.

"I love it up my ass," Lois said automatically. "I want to cum from my ass. "I will always keep my ass clean and ready for use. I will wear a butt plug every day. I love to watch anal porn. I want to be fucked in the ass like those pornstars. I want to be the best anal slut ever."

"Again," Circe whispered.

Again and again, Lois Lane said the words. Until they were a mantra. Until her throat was raw, and she swooned in the heat. Sweat ran down her naked, bronzed body. The wooden cock below the chair had moved slowly, almost imperceptibly, until it had pushed its way a little past her sphincter, and the reporter's ass spasmed and sucked on it in time with her repetition.

Every time she said it, the words sank a little deeper into Lois Lane's mind. Every time, they became a little more true. Already, Lois could see her new life, her new routine. The toys and porn she would buy. Lube by the gallon. Stretching her hole little by little. Until her once-tight ass was a gaping, prolapsed monster, able to take the biggest sex toys with ease. It made her nipples hard and her pussy dribble to think of herself on her bed, a two-foot horse cock dildo buried to the base in her ass, as her tattooed body writhed in ecstasy.

"Good," Circe said, as she took her fingers away. Pale flickers of green fire remained in the depths of Lois Lane's eyes. "Just one more thing."