Chapter 15 by Zeebop

How Does Lois React To This ?

She Starts To Break Down

Tears flowed down Lois Lane's cheeks as the sorceress carved obscene designs into her flesh. The reporter sat still, like she had been told. Resistance was pointless. Circe was in control.

Always before, Lois had managed to escape on her own. Or Superman would come to save her, though she never, ever counted on him appearing. She had gotten herself into and out of scrapes before the Big Blue Boyscout had ever graced the skies of Metropolis, and she knew he was often out in space or on the other side of the planet. Lois Lane still relied on herself.

Except this time...she had failed. She stared down through watery eyes at the tattoos that graced her crotch and breasts, the heavy metal rings that dragged at her nipples and labia, the words that Circe had burned into her flesh, declaring this pussy her own...

Even as the warm blood began to trickle down from her scalp, Lois knew that even if she got out of this one, there would be no escape. She could laser off the tattoos, have the piercings removed, let her hair grow out, but there would still be scars.

Lois Lane was a fighter. She did not give up easily, and even now Lois knew that this wasn't the end of the world, that as long as she was breathing she could just wait and bide her time for the opportunity to escape.

Yet staring down at her dangling nipples, the fine dark arabesque patterns...the reporter felt tired. Tired of fighting, tired of resisting. Slightly woozy too, but that was probably from the blood loss. Lois watched the tears drip down her small breasts, like skiers running down a slope, all the way to the nipples, which had grown hard around the cold metal rings.

"All done, dear," Circe said, the sorceress' voice far, far away. Lois wished she would just pass out from the pain and blood loss, but her stubborn body wouldn't have any of it. She couldn't even relax, not unless Circe allowed her to.

"Sleep. Heal."

Like that, Lois Lane's lights went out.