Scars, Tattoos, Piercings, & Muscles

The frame was thin to the point of emaciation, spare and lean—yet Queen's skin, which varied from the soft pink of the soles of her feet and palms of her hands to the darkness of new leather, was a map of pain and determination. Scars, grey raised ridges and pink furrows in regular lines, circled thighs and calves, forearms and biceps; black tattoos, dark as soot, drew angular lines in between the ridges of raised and sunken tissue, so there was scarcely a spot of untouched skin that Lois Lane could cover with a dime.

The breasts were small; a faded remnant of former glory, as with most older women—but the steel rings that hung through her nipples were obscene, as thick as the reporter's thumb and three inches in diameter, the mass of them tugging the scarred, tattooed breasts down toward her smooth, flat stomach, the hard six-pack abs clearly defined. Her navel was an outie...but then Lois looked closer and realized the belly button had actually been pulled inside out, and wrapped around another thick steel ring, from which descended three steel chains. These chains in turn tugged at the steel rod that pierced her clitoris—which was swollen and distorted, as Lois had seen happen with women who abused steroids, standing out from her body like a one-inch cock.

The darkest part of Queen's skin was her labia—and the black tattoos fading into the impossibly dark skin—which were pierced by four more of the massive rings, so that they stretched grotesquely down between the naked thighs. The reporter's mouth fell open as she realized this was the jangling she had heard as the women came into the room.

The taxi driver, Latisha, stepped forward and undid the lock. Opened the cage door. Queen raised one arm and dropped her wrist, pointing imperiously at her feet.

"Heel."

Lois swallowed, started forward...and then coughed, as she felt the knot of the dog dick dildo tugging at her pussy. Pushing against the back of the cage with her feet, Lois dragged herself forward, cunny stretching in a way that brought tears to her eyes...and then she was out, out of the cage, into the relative open space of the living room...

...and surrounded by naked women that wished Lois to service them. Their eyes burned into Lois, who was naked and exposed...her pussy dripping onto the floor...utterly humiliated and yet utterly excited, unable to deny either her shame or her arousal. It was like something out of a dirty dream...and yet it was real.