When Lois Can Take It No Longer

The violet lashes flashed. Red streaks crisscrossed Circe's thighs, her belly, her buttocks. She shivered in her bonds, every stroke causing her breast to heave and her muscles to tense. Transported between agony and ecstasy to that strange place in between, where the two mingled so that one could not be disentangled from another. The toes of the sorceress dug into the sand. Her breath came in short grasps. Rivulets of sweat ran down her naked body, as the sun overhead threatened to bake them both.

The sweat ran down Lois Lane's body too. Her arm ached, nostrils flaring. She put her whole body into each stroke now, should throbbing, forearm almost numb with the shock of the blow. Lois gasped, her own pussy burning as she saw the red and purple lashes that marked that juicy cunt...the throbbing clit that stood out as if daring her to bite it off. In her mind, Lois almost imagined herself as the warden of some tropical prison, lashing a prisoner in punishment for some trivial disobedience...or a queen of old, castigating a **** that dared not to love her...

...and the time came when Circe cried out aloud, her voice raspy from what felt like hours of screaming, and Lois Lane could take it no longer.

The Star Sapphire fell to her knees before her ****, and lavished that wounded cunt with kiss. Circe cried out anew, unable to escape from this tongue-lashing. Lois kissed and licked every bruise, every mottled inch of skin that had been beaten black and blue...ignored her cries out for more, more, more...and then the reporter's mouth engulfed that sweet pussy, and she tasted the salty, musky, tart flavors of Circe's womanhood, mingled now with trickles of coppery blood when the lashes had cut the sensitive skin.

Circe writhed in her bonds, unable to give voice to the ecstasy and agony that overtook her as Lois licked and sucked, dropping the lash to grasp the woman by the hips and **** her to cunt forward so that Lois could nibble on that swollen, sensitive clit, to let her tongue play about the urethra, to pull at the labia with her teeth...and the thighs of Circe began to quiver and shake, as for a moment, she lost all control of herself.

The waves ceased to crash. The sun fell from the sky. The sand melted away...and the pillars collapsed, so that the full weight of the woman fell into Lois Lane's arms, and she found they were, both of them, in a small closet lit by a single dim bulb.

"By the gods!" Circe gasped. "No mortal woman has ever eaten me out like that! Name a boon, my wonderful whore, and I will grant it!"