Chapters tagged bdsm

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...

by Zeebop

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 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...

by Zeebop

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...

by Zeebop

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....

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 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...

by Zeebop

Chapter 16

_Do what mistress commands_, the voice said. _Don't want to disappoint her, do we?_ Lois Lane found herself dropping into a squat, one arm behind her to keep her steady. She used the fingers of her right hand to spread her labia, lining it up with the head of that canine cock....

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

The thought of owning Lois Lane outright as her amused the demon. She thought of the tortures and degradations that could be heaped on the reporter. Yet as she looked at the pictures, the idea soured in her mind. The glory of the master reflected on a . As the cup was...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

A whiff of ozone brought Lois back. She sniffed, tasted blood. Her nostrils were caked with it, the dry flaky remains of the bleed. With an effort, Lois Lane sat up...or tried to. The ropes fashioned around her wrist were Japanese silk, braided and dyed deep red. The knots tied...

by Zeebop

Chapter 14

The Black woman led the naked reporter through the house. It smelled of tobacco, marijuana, incense, and odd cooking smells. There were smoke-stains on the walls and ceiling, piles of clothing and stacks of pornographic magazine teetering everywhere, but no bugs or food-stains th...

by Zeebop

Chapter 15

"One mo' ting," the old woman said. "Open yo' mouth." _Do it_, the voice inside the reporter's head said. _You've gone this far._ Lois Lane did...and felt the bundle of green plant matter stuffed into her mouth. The mass of slightly bitter herb pinned the reporter's tongue to t...

by Zeebop

Chapter 13

"Take off dem clothes," the black woman said when they arrived. "And leave dem in de car." Lois obeyed. She did it almost without thinking—and that itself set her to thinking. _Why am I doing this?_ She thought as she peeled off jacket and shirt. Shucking off her bra, she saw h...

by Zeebop

Chapter 14

Dark hands grabbed at the bars of the cage. Lois Lane felt her breath quicken, impressions washing over her too quickly to process. Long dreads. Slick brown skin, bulging with muscles. Wild eyes. Flaring nostrils, pressed up against the side of the cage. A dark prick, the tip a b...

by Zeebop

Chapter 15

The presence of her picture on the newspaper floor added an extra sense of danger to what was already an exciting night out. Lois Lane ducked her head and slid into the cage. Face to face with "Puppy," who stared at her through his dreadlocks, the pupils in his brown eyes huge, t...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

One of the women—the tallest and stateliest of them, a shawl around her thin shoulders, a string of pearls at her throat, hair covered by a kind of multicolored turban—stepped up close to the cage. Lois saw that she was wearing open-toed shoes...and these she slipped out of, pink...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

The frame was thin to the point of emaciation, spare and lean—yet Queen's skin, which varied from the soft pink of the soles of her feet and palms of her hands to the darkness of new leather, was a map of pain and determination. Scars, grey raised ridges and pink furrows in regul...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Queen's hand touched the reporter's head. Lois Lane quivered in anticipation, wondering if the scarred woman would grab her hair, her face into those distended labia, the hideous weights stretching out the Black woman's cuntlips banging against the reporter's clavicles...an...