Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What more can Blaze do to Lois Lane's ass?

Tattoo It

The dickgirl's slow, steady fuck came to a crawl. Each stroke took longer, and the rock-hard erection began to pause, balls deep inside of the reporter. Lois could feel the heat of the whole length inside of her...and it wasn't entirely unpleasant. All that for her.

Yet in the back of her mind, a nervous curiosity grew.

What is Blaze doing? Is she trying to hold off cumming? Just shoot your jizz in my ass and be done with it!

Lois could have laughed, except for the gag. It would never have occurred to her to think such thoughts before. But as the dickgirl came to a still, Lois felt the nervousness grow. Because Blaze was stretching her ass cheeks apart with one hand...the anus taut around the thickest part of her dick...and with the other hand, she was wiping it down with a damp, tingly cloth. It felt like a wet wipe.

The latex-bound reporter tried to frown around her gag. Her cheeks burned as she imagined that somehow she had an accident, that there was shit on Blaze's dick...but then she hear a familiar electric buzz. The kind that was associated with a hairdresser's clippers...

...or a tattoo gun.

"I like your ass, Lois," Blaze said. "I like it so much, I've decided I'm going to make it mine."

Pain, sharp and tiny, pricked the reporter on her exposed, distended anus. Though Lois couldn't see it, she could feel it, like a beesting on her most sensitive, private place...and then the tattoo needle began to move, scratching through the sensitive skin around the reporter's asshole.

Lois Lane didn't even dare squirm. One wrong move and she could be scarred for life. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell down her cheeks, but trapped by the latex mask only flowed over her face. Her whole body trembled at this new violation, as Blaze shifted her cock around, twisting it inside the reporter's violated asshole so that she could complete the tattoo.

"Ring around the rosey..." Blaze hummed to herself as she worked, slowly and methodically, cock throbbing and flexing inside the reporter's asshole as the needle did its work, pausing only to wipe away the blood...and then she began to sing words in a language Lois had never heard before, with the melody and rhythms of an incantation.