Mark Her Territory

The brightness as the lights in the room turned on.

The cold wetness of the **** pad against her lower back.

The buzz of the tattoo gun.

The sting as the needle dug into her skin.

Lois Lane had been a virgin. Never had a tattoo before then. Now, spread-eagled on the bed, chained hand and foot to the bedposts, Lois couldn't get away even if she wanted to. As the old Black woman—as her mistress—carved a design into her skin, just above her ass, framing her buttocks. A tramp stamp. A marker. Something that told the world exactly who and what Lois Lane was now.

Who she belonged to.

Later, after tonight was over, Lois would be able to look in the mirror and see the design. It had taken three hours that night, four words in a gloriously elaborate art deco font with all the curls and elaborations.

ANAL SLUT
PRIVATE PROPERTY

Yet right now, chained to the bed, Lois could only feel her mistress wipe away the blood...feel the sting of the needle as it dragged through her flesh...hear the monotonous buzz of the tattoo gun. She was exhausted, and wanted to sleep, but not so tired that she could fall sleep through the act of getting tattooed.

It was the wee hours of the morning before the mistress was satisfied. She put her tools away...and Lois Lane breathed heavily in darkened room as the lights went out again. Wondering if now, at last, she could get some peace.

Except her mistress wasn't done marking her new property.

The bed creaked as the old woman's naked bulk clambered onto it. Lois couldn't see her, but she could feel the ominous mass hovering over her, the bulk of the fat old woman...

Something dripped on the reporter's back. A hot dribble. Then a stream...and a familiar scent hit the reporter's nostrils a moment before the stream was directed over the open wound of Lois Lane's new tattoo.

The reporter writhed a little. It stung, though perhaps not as much as she imagined. It was the act of it that shocked her. Marked like a dog's favorite fire hydrant. Like how a male cat marks its territory. The hot pool of piss drizzled down the reporter's ass and formed a pool that Lois was **** to lay in.

As the old woman finished, she reached down and grabbed the reporter's dark hair. Tugged it ungently and wiped her fat, greying pubes with it...and as her mistress heaved herself off the bed, Lois realized how far she had fallen in just a night.

Except her mistress wasn't quite done with her yet.