Chapter 15 by Zeebop

Can Lois Lane Get Away, Or Is She Doomed To Bukkake?

Doomed To Bukkake

The reporter fought and struggled in Tyrell's grip...twisted and kicked out at everything and everyone within reach. The tray with the tattoo needles went flying. A backward head-butt broke Tyrell's nose and his hold on her. The topless reporter was momentarily free...and then Blaze, who had watched this all with amusement, punched the reporter in the boob.

Lois Lane screamed as she went down. A punch to the breast hurt normally, but after the tattooing her breasts were ultra-sensitive. Goons clambered into the room and picked Lois up, one to each arm and leg, and the reporter's jaw was **** open and a gag rubber ball-gag stuffed between her teeth.

They carried her between "rooms" that were little more than spaces defined by plastic sheets hung up in the cavernous warehouse-space, to a far wall. Handcuffs bound her wrists, and her remaining clothes stripped off of her. Even half-drunk and in pain, the reporter got a few good kicks in as they struggled with her too-tight pants...but the end was never really in doubt.

There was a hook about four feet off the ground set in the wall, and Lois was hung there by the handcuffs, so that the metal rings dug into her wrists. A metal bar was pressed from knee-to-knee, held in place with straps...and now the naked reporter couldn't close her legs, couldn't kick effectively, and was **** onto her forelegs with her ankles wrapped behind her, buttocks resting on her heels. She stared daggers at Blaze who watched these proceedings with that smug half-smile, as more and more men clambered in.

At the moment, the tattoos on Lois Lane's nipples were only the size of two half-dollar coins. The men took their cocks out.

"Glaze this bitch like a donut," Blaze said coolly...and for the first time Lois saw that the dark eyes of the tattooist had become pure white, without pupil or iris, and glowed from within. "Every drop gets on her skin, you understand?"