Whip Her Ass

If you have it, Lois thought, drawing back her arm, the pink tendril of the energy-whip splitting and unbraiding into nine smaller, narrowing strands. Use it!

*CRACK*

The whip struck against the immortal sorceress' pale skin, and the woman's entire body went taut. The buttocks paled, and then a line of fine red stripes appeared on the moons of the older woman's toned ass. The contrast was striking, the way the woman's thighs quivered, the body going slack in the restraints.

*CRACK*

Lois Lane's heart seemed to stop as she felt the shock go up her arm, a visceral confirmation as Circe repeated her performance. The red lines were livid against the naked sorceress' pale flesh, and Lois was already drawing back her arm for the next blow without consciously thing about it.

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

Each crack of the whip made Lois breathe a little faster, heart pounding in her ears. She was trying to direct the stripes to land along the same line, the middle of the red marks beginning to turn a deeper purple, the pussy dripping down into a little puddle beneath the immortal woman's spread and bared legs.

Bitch is getting off on it! Lois felt a surge of pride...and then was cognizant of the burning need between her own legs. Her free hand reached between her thighs, feeling the soft pussy squish beneath her fingers, the glowing ring burning brighter as it got closer to her crotch.

And she's not the only one.

*CRACK*