Chapters tagged sex toy

by Zeebop

Chapter 23

"Azarath...Metrion...Zinthos!" Lois Lane muttered the mystic words, and felt the familiar crackle of energies through her body. The aching yet pleasurable surge in her crotch as her clit extended and transformed. She had noticed that even after the spell had ended, her clitoris w...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

A little thrill went through Lois as she disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, returning with a bottle of lube. "You know," she said out loud, pretending for a moment that the dick could hear her. "I'm feeling very naughty tonight. Naughty enough that I think I'd like to t...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

Lois groaned in frustration. Her lesbian fantasies were failing to deliver the ecstatic reality she desired. She needed something...anything...more. The reporter's thoughts turned to her "secret" drawer. _It isn't though I'm a sex-addicted slut_, Lois told herself as she put the...

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Chapter 19

It had shipped from China. Lois Lane had ordered it during a late-night masturbation session, when she was half-drunk and all-horny and nothing seemed to scratch the itch. By the time it had arrived, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had been stone sober and slightly embarrass...

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Chapter 20

As a young woman, Lois Lane had once seen a dog hump a stuffed animal. The bast had its tongue loll out of its mouth, eyes squeezed shut, back legs splayed out as it pumped away. The tail had wagged and the dog had given every indication of being lost in absolute bliss as it defi...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

The studio was a converted loft. Bare wood beams, easy-to-wipe couches, mattresses with plastic covers. Brit's friend was, surprisingly, a woman. Murphy was one of those short women with a chip on their shoulder. Red hair, fake tits, freckles, bags under her eyes, glasses that we...

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Chapter 20

"You know what?" Diesel said, before Lois could make up her mind. "I'm not going to give you a choice." The muscular, tattooed lesbian spread her ass cheeks. The darker skin of her anus convulsed, as if to wink at Lois Lane. "Get in there and eat my ass!" Diesel ordered. Lois...

by Zeebop

Chapter 22

"It's for your own safety," Clark had insisted, as he closed the lid of the box. Lois lane threw him a mournful look, her face obscured by the latex mask, the black dildo-gag prevented her from saying anything...but she allowed herself to be pressed down, packed in tight next to...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

"Hurrr!" The noise came from the back of the reporter's throat as the steel cage shrank down on her cock. Tears came to her eyes at the sudden spike in pain...her face screwed up as the arousal controversially heightened in a strange, masochistic impulse. Maria looked confused.....

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Chapter 20

The pain in the reporter's cock and balls was pure ...and the thing about is, it works. If a person is subject to enough pain, they will do or say anything to make it end. They will lie and believe it true. They will demean themselves in strange and terrible ways....

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Chapter 20

Lois Lane awoke like a cat. There was no outward sign, but all of her senses were alert. No muzziness, no gentle throwing-off of the cobwebs of sleep. The first rays of dawn played across her bare back. She could feel the pleasant ache in her asshole, the familiar soreness that c...

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Chapter 21

On the bride's side, the assembled staff of the Daily Planet were present. Clark Kent wore a tuxedo, shoulder to shoulder with General Lane in his full uniform. Jimmy Olsen and Lucy Lane wore bridesmaid's dresses. Cat Grant had already hit the open bar. On the other bride's side...

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Chapter 10

The hard stone shaft vibrated in Lois Lane's throat. Instinctively, the reporter opened her mouth a fraction of an inch wider, wrapping her lips as far as possible around her teeth, afraid of chipping. It was an unnerving sensation, feeling the cold cock rumble in her throat, and...

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Chapter 11

A door had opened in the base of the statue...and inside, Lois Lane saw the things that dreams are made of. It was perhaps eight inches long, and stood upright on a small stone plinth. An inch and a half in diameter for most of its length, flaring out to two inches at the base....

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Chapter 12

A firm mechanical click broke Lois Lane's moment of golden phallic reverie. She looked up...and saw that four thick walls had slid down, shrinking the whole chamber and cutting off her escape. In each wall was carved, seemingly at random, a dozen or more realistic vaginas set int...

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Chapter 13

The reporter hesitated before sticking the golden dildo in the hole. This didn't seem right. "To ascend, you must fall..." she repeated. Lois Lane looked around again...and then noticed a depression on the floor. Not a pussy, but maybe the right size and shape for something else...

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Chapter 14

With a screech of stone-on-stone, a portion of the wall moved away to reveal a door. Not the exit that Lois had sought, since it was the opposite wall from which she had come in, yet a door was a door...and Lois picked herself up from off the golden dildo to examine it. This doo...

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Chapter 15

Feeling a bit like Indiana Jones or Lara Croft, the half-naked reporter placed the golden prick against the smooth part of the statue's base. It clicked into place as if it was meant to be there, looking slightly incongruous...and no sooner had it clicked into place than the door...

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Chapter 9

Lois recalled that scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. The intrepid archaeologist, frantically searching for the secret passage. His strong hands groping those stone tits, and then pushing—well, she could do Dr. Jones one better. She laid a hand on the stone phallus....

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Chapter 10

Steeling herself, Lois knew that the switch must be farther along the shaft—and that meant she had to take it deeper. Which made sense, in hindsight: if it was only the head, a blowjob would do the trick. Inside her own head, the reporter admitted to herself that she wasn't entir...