Tit

Lois Lane woke up again, head spinning. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the sun on the beach lay on the sunset, a burning orange ball that hurt her eyes.

Then her body swung gently in the breeze, and Lois realized it wasn't her head that was spinning. She was.

Soft ropes criss-crossed her body, arms and legs hogtied, the naked reporter dangled from the ceiling of the pavilion. As she swung, freely spinning, Circe came into view.

"There we are, sleepy head." The sorceress grinned, reaching out to touch the reporter's shoulder and cease her spinning. "Are you in any pain?"

Lois fidgeted in her bonds...but realized that she did not, in fact, experience any discomfort from her recent branding, tattooing, and piercing. Ropes squeezed the reporter's breasts tightly, and the heavy rings felt uncomfortable and unfamiliar, but all the pain had gone.

"No," the hanging woman said honestly.

"Good. That means you're all healed up for the next part."

"Next part?" Lois asked.

In answer to her question, Circe reached out and grabbed one of the ropes. The line around Lois Lane's breasts grew suddenly tighter, biting into the flesh.

"Such pretty titties," the sorceress observed. "When the ropes are this tight, the blood can flow into them but not out. They start to get swollen...turn purple. and they become quite sensitive."

To emphasize that point, Circe drew back her left hand and slapped the reporter's nipples hard. Lois yelped, surprised at the shock of the blow. Her breasts were feeling swollen, the ropes biting into the base of them, nipples stinging.

"As, such sweet music." The sorceress smiled. "But I want more."

There was a small table at Circe's left hand. On it were arranged a series of small metal cylinders on hooks. Lois had seen such weights, measuring from a few grams up to a kilogram. But what could Circe want with...

Lois Lane's eyes went wide as she understood what the sorceress had planned for her.

"Can we talk abou—"

"The only things I want to hear from your mouth are moans and screams," Circe spoke, eyes flashing.

"Let's start you off with something small. A hundred grams." The sorceress raised the weights up, out of Lois Lane's view.

Though the naked reporter could not see it, she could feel it when the sorceress let go. The weights dragged at her nipples, stretching them painfully. A little wordless cry escaped her lips. Circe closed her eyes as if enjoying a treat.

"You know," the sorceress whispered, as she reached for the next set of weights. "With enough weight, over time, your breasts can be permanently stretched? Oh, nothing that your coworkers can see...but you and I, my dear, you and I will know all your little secrets. Just the two of us."

Then with a laugh the immortal sent the reporter spinning, helpless in her web of ropes, and as she spun the weights on her nipple rings rose and pulled at her teats, and all Lois could do was scream...