Chapters tagged tattooing

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

Rage can take many forms. The white heat of the moment can cause people to lash out, to rip and tear. But constrained as Lois Lane was by Circe's magic, the reporter couldn't do that. As the peg worked its way deeper into her ass, as her pale skin darkened to a deep, golden bronz...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

The pole slid in and out of her asshole...but though Lois Lane's pace on the lever did not change, she could feel the wooden prick slide deeper and deeper. Thicker, too, the reporter thought, because she could feel the slow spread of her asshole, pushing her limits. Lois quivered...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

The flesh closed over the reporter's eyes. She would not need them. Not for her new purpose. The tongues and fingers of Blaze's servitors moved over the reporter, and as they did, they reshaped her to the demonic dickgirl's needs. Lois Lane moaned around the tongue in her mouth...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

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 b...

by Zeebop

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...

by Zeebop

Chapter 24

Supergirl's hand was steady. The reporter sat perfectly still on the edge of the bed. Barely even daring to breathe as the Kryptonian dragged the needle through the skin of Lois Lane's face. Like a beesting, over and over. Lois held her fists on her knees, clenched tight, even th...

by Zeebop

Chapter 9

"Not just any sort of tattoos, either," Tyrell said. "I'm talking like...neck, hands, face, breasts. Tattoos that hurt, that can't all be hidden. Nasty, sexually explicit things...and they're addictive. Something in the ink. Get the girls hooked, right? They start out with someth...

by Zeebop

Chapter 10

Tyrell held up three dark fingers. Within moments, a waitress appeared and left three grey-white cocktails on the table. He stared hard at the reporter. "The guys who do this, they know the type that goes in for this thing, okay? If you come at them sober, they're gonna think yo...

by Zeebop

Chapter 11

Lois Lane leaned against Tyrell as she thought about his question. She wasn't against tattoos—many of her friends had gotten them at university, but Lois had never really had an image she'd wanted to permanently place on her body. Now, faced with the prospect, the repo...

by Zeebop

Chapter 12

"Shirt and bra off," Blaze said. With smooth professionalism, the tattooist had arrayed her instruments on a small dentist's tray. She scrubbed up and gloved up in a small, free-standing sink, and used her booted feet to move the stool into place and adjusted it so that the repo...

by Zeebop

Chapter 14

Blaze spoke the words ominously. The drunken reporter didn't get what she meant...and then the pain in her breasts increased. Lois Lane gave a sharp cry and looked down at her breasts...and stared with awe as the white jizz seemed to seep into the dark lines of the rose-vines...a...

by Zeebop

Chapter 15

The reporter fought and struggled in Tyrell's grip...twisted and kicked out at everything and everyone within reach. The tray with the tattoo needles went flying. A backward head-butt broke Tyrell's nose and his hold on her. The topless reporter was momentarily free...and then Bl...

by Zeebop

Chapter 16

Cocks out. Lois Lane could smell them as the unwashed men crowded in. Jerking off together, pricks pointed at her naked tits. Her cheeks burned in shame, and apprehension grew inside of her. She'd seen what Tyrell's solitary load had done to the tattoo. The reporter couldn't even...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

The ink-stained hands stroked her cock. Lois Lane felt drawn to the thing. It was long and skinny, and hung limp as Blaze pulled and tugged at it...but even as the naked reporter looked, it began to swell and stiffen. It didn't get much longer, but she watched the skin grow taut,...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

The reporter glared at the dickgirl. She felt humiliated, hurt, soiled—but not broken. Lois Lane knew her plan had screwed up impossibly, but she told herself she'd rather be tattooed head to toe rather than suck that cock. Blaze grinned. Her thumb ran over the flared back of he...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

The reporter's jaw worked as she bit into the ballgag. The gaze of her violet eyes was fierce. Slowly, determinedly, Lois Lane shook her head. She was sober now, and despite the pain and humiliation of her tattooing, Lois had no intention of sucking off anyone. "Ah, Lois...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

Lois Lane nodded downward. The lowest part of her new chest tattoo was at the bottom of her sternum, a dangling vine that reached down toward her navel. Below that was the flat plain of her stomach, like a blank canvas...and beneath that the carefully trimmed patch of black pubic...

by Zeebop

Chapter 12

Like a bee sting. Except the sting dragged through her skin. The very, very sensitive skin on her pussy. Even through the alcoholic buzz, Lois Lane could feel the ink being driven beneath the skin of her pussy, one scratch at a time. The tattooist, Blaze, simply hummed. Some wor...

by Zeebop

Chapter 16

As the naked reporter writhed, her memories rewritten to match her new personality, insectoid feelers slid out from the back of the chair, curling around her like a giant cockroach. Two of them slid in through her armpits. The tiniest of incisions...thin, caterpillar-like extensi...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

In the gaps that had been eaten in her memory, new connections were made. The parasite now laid over the folds of her grey matter like a shroud, black tendrils woven into every part of Lois Lane's brain. In a very real way, it had become her...and she/it remembered... Her first...