Lois Wanted The Tattoos, Cat Wanted The Piercings

In the gaps that had been eaten in her memory, new connections were made. The parasite now laid over the folds of her grey matter like a shroud, black tendrils woven into every part of Lois Lane's brain. In a very real way, it had become her...and she/it remembered...

Her first tattoo had been just above her sternum. Lois had worn a button-down shirt with no bra for the session. Saw the tattooist's fac as she slowly opened it up, teasing but not showing her small breasts. When she had made the appointment, Lois had done it because she wanted to take ownership of her own body, her own sexuality. The tall serif capitals that spelled out BITCH were her secret...but as she used her sexuality to take control of the situation, Lois realized she wanted more.

So she planned. A word at a time. Making sure she had the best artist, one who would follow her directions to the letter. Revealing and covering more of her skin with each session. The words became bolder, more vulgar, as the unpainted skin grew less and less. Yet always Lois had that sense of control. Nothing that couldn't be hidden by her work clothes, nothing that would let anyone guess she was bedecked all over with the nasty, filthy, dirty words they couldn't even bring themselves to say.

It was Cat Grant that had made her get the piercings.

Their second date. Lois hadn't been prepared for it. She'd expected to be in control, but Cat didn't want a dom right then. So Lois walked in and found out she was getting a pussy full of piercings...and there had been something about the way Cat had been so dominant, everything had already been arranged, the piercer was masked and gloved and ready.

Cat had held her hand. Lois had felt her lip quiver as the first needle slid through the hood of her clitoris. The labia came later. Each penetration only took a moment, but then the rings had to be set in place. The pain was more intense than Lois expected...but there was more to it than that. The way she was so utterly exposed to this total stranger. Cat right there, a smug smile on her face. She was showing off her girlfriend. Showing off what she could make Lois do.

They couldn't make love while those piercings healed...not with her pussy, anyway. That night, as they lay in bed watching a movie, Cat's son at a sleepover, Cat had sat behind Lois and was playing with her tits...and that was the first time Lois had actually cum from her nipples. Her lover smiled...and tugged at the reporter's nipples.

"Next time," she promised.

First the nipples. Then her ears. Then her ass, her tongue...each time Lois had gone under the needle, it felt like Cat Grant was marking her ownership of Lois. Like a part of the reporter's body no longer belonged to herself...and somehow that sent a thrill through Lois Lane that went beyond all the dirty words she'd had permanently written on her skin.

The implants, oddly enough, had been a mutual decision. Something they had both wanted, once they had become formally engaged. A way for both of them to live out their dreams.

Lois Lane smiled in her sleep, wondering what the Daily Planet would think when she came back from her honeymoon looking like a silicone-enhanced fucktoy...which, in secret truth, she was...

Blaze examined the reporter's body critically as the slightly ditzy smile graced Lois Lane's pouty, swollen lips.

"Well. Let's see what the client thinks. She might want a few tweaks."