Chapters tagged lois lane

by Zeebop

Chapter 16

Her eyes were locked on the screen. Slowly, steadily, the black woman stretched out the reporter's ass. The dark, gnarled fingers with the pink palms sliding the plugs in and out of her ass. Pulling the cheeks apart. Slapping them gently. Not for the first time, Lois wished she h...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

Lois Lane's ass was sore. Stretched to the limit. Yet an exhilaration flowed through her as she read the comments on the screen, the anonymous perverts of the internet fapping themselves to the extent to which she had stretched her once-virginal hole. She waggled her ass slightly...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

A chorus of approvals appeared on the screen. Except most of them added things... PupLover69: FIST THE BITCH 4204LI5: STRETCH HER FUCKING HOLES BitchBreeder: I WANT TO SEE YOU WEAR HER ASSHOLE LIKE A BRACELET Fistman: FIST FIST FIST Lois blushed at the replies. Even after al...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

The brown wrist twisted in the reporter's asshole. Lois Lane's mistress adjusted the camera and listed her hand. Now on the screen, the reporter saw her obscenely stretched rectum, tight pink flesh glistening around the dark brown wrist...and beneath that, the small stretch of sk...

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Chapter 20

The webcam show ended ended. Her mistress unhooked the chain, but not the collar. On hands and knees, Lois Lane was led back to the door. A part of Lois wanted to pull back against that chain—not so much because she would be going out, naked except for the tail plugging her ass—...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

The cab was waiting for Lois Lane as the reporter left work. Right on time. No one looked twice as the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter slid into the back seat. Then the car pulled away from the curb. There was a vibrator on the seat. Small, discreet. About four inches long and...

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Chapter 22

There were looks, on the way to work. People would meet her eyes and there was the shock of recognition. It unnerved Lois Lane...almost as much as the little bone-shaped doggy treats that someone had started to leave at her desk. The way women in the office would glance sideways...

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Chapter 20

On the screen, Lois Lane's eyes crossed and her face twisted into an idiotic expression of ecstasy as the tail-plug slid into her ass. It was a perfect picture of the reporter's utter triumph and degradation. In her lair, the demon Blaze watched the performance. A thin smile gra...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

Comments flooded into the chat. Lois couldn't see what they said, but she could see the smile spread on the old woman's face. The reporter felt a cold shiver down her spine. This whole situation...this scenario...was degrading, humiliating...yet also more intense than Lois had ex...

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Chapter 19

With a heave, the Black woman pressed all her weight on the huge plug...and Lois Lane's asshole stretched almost to the breaking point...but the plug slammed home, the stretched-out-anus cinching tight around the thick base of the massive butt plug... ...and Lois Lane lost her m...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

Spasming as climax mounted into climax, the reporter was barely aware as strong, hot fingers pressed against the flesh of her lower back...and that flesh, so firm and supple, grew crimson beneath that touch. Lois Lane's pussy squeezed, squirting involuntarily against the floor, h...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

Her mistress patted Lois Lane on the head. The reporter couldn't express how that made her feel. Elated and excited didn't seem to be the right words. That small gesture of affection struck her more profoundly than any kiss from any lover. Her heart fluttered, at this little show...

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Chapter 18

For all of her intelligence, for all of her experience as a reporter, Lois Lane was prone to acting by her gut. Following her journalistic instincts. The thrill of the chase, of discovery, sometimes made her act before thinking, and to come up with justifications only afterward....

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Chapter 19

A pale body slipped through the street. The concrete hard on the balls of Lois Lane's feet. Her eyes unable to adjust to the darkness, thanks to the street lights. She walked, not wanting to run, heart hammering in her chest. Every dark window in every house she passed felt like...

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Chapter 20

Minutes ticked by in the stall. Not long as far as the clock went, but Lois had no clock, no smartphone to tell her the time. The naked woman sat on the toilet seat, the souls of her feet dirty, every sense attuned to the sounds and smells of the public restroom. Pussy wet, ass c...

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Chapter 16

The Black woman was patient, yet firm. She gave Lois five minutes to get used to the plug...and then pulled it out, the next one lubed up and ready for her. With mounting disquiet, Lois slid each plug up her ass. Even with the loosening up, it was a little harder each time. There...

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Chapter 17

As the chemical-smelling cloth closed over the reporter's mouth and nose, Lois Lane's first instinct was to panic, remembering all the times she had been kidnapped, chloroformed—and then she felt the glass lip of the small bottle pressed against her nostril, and realized what was...

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Chapter 18

Lois Lane bore down. Her anus stretched like a taut, pink rubber band. She held her ass cheeks apart as she bore down with all her weight, teeth bared. Slowly...achingly...Lois felt it slide in a little deeper...a little more... Then a heavy hand fell on the scruff of her neck....

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Chapter 19

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, c...

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Chapter 20

The cuffs were removed. Lois Lane lay face down, her lower back aching, her asshole hurting, laying in a pool of cooling piss...and her mistress put her smartphone in the reporter's hand. "Send an email to Perry White at da Dailly Planet," the old woman said. "Tell him you resig...