Epilogue: Marked

Supergirl's hand was steady. The reporter sat perfectly still on the edge of the bed. Barely even daring to breathe as the Kryptonian dragged the needle through the skin of Lois Lane's face. Like a beesting, over and over. Lois held her fists on her knees, clenched tight, even though she told herself to relax. That it would be over soon.

Yet it seemed to go on forever. The needle stabbing the ink under her skin. Over her cheeks...her lips. Across the bridge of her nose. Delicate little points of pain on her closed eyelids. Kara was breathing heavily, wiped the blood away. It wasn't the pain so much as the realization of what it represented to Lois. Her whole face, from her brow to just above her chin, marked off in red and yellow.

A sigil of ownership carved into her very skin, for everyone to see.

Lois Lane was the property of the House of El.

Not for the first time, Lois wondered where Superman was. If anyone had missed her, since Kara had cut Lois off from the world. The reporter still had hope...that if she played along, that if she buried herself in the role of the willing ****, maybe Kara would grow complacent. Or at least trust her. Lois was sure that the young woman still loved her. She could be so gentle...liked to cuddle, after a hard session, when the blood dripped down from the stripes on Lois Lane's back or ass. To hold the whimpering reporter and tell her how much she loved her. Work her way down to like the reporter's pussy. Never stopped until Lois came, despite the pain.

The wounds would heal quickly, painlessly, without scars. The Amazonian purple ray, borrowed from Wonder Woman. But she could tell that Kara was agitated about that. She wanted to leave her mark on Lois...and now...

Bright violet light exploded behind the reporter's closed eyelids. Her whole face itched, the pain fading as the healing light raced her through the stages of soreness, puffiness, scabbing. So that when Kara said "Open your eyes," Lois did...and saw the S-shield that had been permanently tattooed onto her face.

The reporter tried a smile. Her violet eyes still held the strange, haunted look.

"We might try some more, later," Kara said, as she put the tattoo needle away. "If you're good. Of course, if you're bad..."

Lois swallowed. She had seen the magazines Supergirl was reading these days. Women with words like WHORE and SLUT painted on their breasts, above their pussy. On their ass.

"You like it, don't you Lois?" Kara asked. Her hand pressed between the reporter's legs. Lois was wet. She was always wet these days. Most days she masturbated almost constantly. Kara didn't like it if she was dry. When Kara didn't like it, Lois knew she would be punished.

"I love it!" Lois said...and she tried to believe it. Wanted to believe it. Kara could tell if she lied. Kara could tell if she was less than enthusiastic.

The gloved hand pressed harder against the reporter's pussy. Lois **** her grin harder, started to press down on the gloved hand.

"Did you want to fist my pussy, mistress?"

Supergirl didn't reply. Lois bit the inside of her lip as she grabbed the heroine's shoulders so that she could press her own pussy against the fist. After months of ****, the reporter's labia had stretched and darkened...and the hard little fist slid into her with disgusting ease. Lois had never imagined that she would be so loose...or that she would enjoy it so much as her legs bent and straightened, ass bouncing on the bed as she fucked herself with Supergirl's fist inside of her.

The blonde stared at her with almost disinterest. The reporter's long black hair, uncut during her entire imprisonment, fell in front of her face, and Kara brushed it aside. Staring at the reporter's face.

"You're so beautiful, Lois," she said. Then that crazy gleam came into her eye again. "But I can make you so much...more..."

Lois gasped. A chill went down her spine...and the worst part was...she couldn't tell if it was fear or excitement. Because deep inside, a part of her wondered what Supergirl would do to her next. Outside, she smiled, and pressed her tattooed lips against Kara's. Wondering how long she would keep up this act...before it wasn't an act...before she was as dependent on Supergirl as she pretended.

A part of her worried...she might already be there.