Tell Lois To Fist Her

"Don't you dare pussy out on me now," the sorceress growled. The pink strips of energy holding her to the upright columns glowed brighter as she strained against them, body taut. The red stripes on Circe's ass were livid, the deep purple of bruises already forming.

Lois Lane brought thumb and forefinger together. All five of her fingers steepled into a point at the entrance to Circe's pussy.

"Now now," the reporter said, feeling the love burn in her heart, the Star Sapphire ring on her finger glowing brighter. "No topping from the bottom. Ask. Nicely."

Circe shuddered. There was a will in that one, Lois knew. Iron, implacable. She had faced down gods and monsters and lived. But she had never met a woman from Metropolis yet.

"Bitch, you will fist me this instant or I will—"

A glowing box appeared around the sorceress' head. Though Lois couldn't see it, she could picture the bit that went into Circe's mouth, holding the tongue in place. A medieval **** device called the scold's bridle that Lois had once seen at a museum.

"Bad girls get punished," Lois said, unable to keep down a wicked smile. The ring on her finger glowed.

Twin speculums appeared, floating in mid-air. Lois was amazed how easy it was to keep all the energy constructs in existence. Once they were there, they were just...there. She could sense her power slowly dimming the longer they were in existence, but there was still plenty left...more than enough for hours of fun.

Lois did intend to fist Circe's pretty little cunt. Once it was stretched out a bit.

The sorceress screamed as the speculums slid in to ass and pussy in perfect synchronization. The glowing walls of the energy constructs repelled flesh, easing their passage into the twin holes easier than any amount of lube. Circe struggled and strained at her bonds, but Lois knew that in truth she was loving this. Her nipples were hard as rocks, pussy-juice dripping down from the speculum half-way embedded in her well-used cunt.

"Not to worry mistress," Lois telekinetically brought a jar of lube over to her, so that she could begin to grease her hand. "I will fist you. Once you're wide enough."

As the screws of the speculum began to turn, the glowing pink constructs gradually widened, spreading Circe's immortal holes until Lois Lane could see the bright pink depths of the sorceress' ass and pussy on bright display. Lois grinned. Oh, Circe was going to get fisted...the only question was...how many?