Chapters tagged bondage

by Zeebop

Chapter 14

No ropes, no handcuffs. A pair of tinsnips took care of Lois Lane's clothes, slicing through cloth, latex, and leather with equal ease. Lois Lane remained standing still as the clothes were cut off of her. The taste of the gun barrel filled the reporter's mouth. Her eyes focused...

by Zeebop

Chapter 15

Lois Lane herself to relax...and in doing so, the loops of duct tape about her arms and legs slackened a little. It was an old trick she had learned from an escape artist, how when they tied you up you tensed your muscles to make them as big as possible. That was all a lot...

by Zeebop

Chapter 16

Concentrate, Lane, Lois told herself as her wrists worked on the duct tape. The more she worked, the looser they got...but Lois could hardly breathe. Pink good dribbled out of her nostrils, and she could taste the sweet candy-flavor of the dissolving pills, which had become a mus...

by Zeebop

Chapter 13

"Not a regular whore, sold to some gang as street meat," the woman mused, as she squeezed the reporter's breast. One finger rested on the nipple, and began to circle it. Involuntarily, the sensitive nub grew erect. "Not a fancy courtesan destined for some billionaire oil sheik's...

by Zeebop

Chapter 14

There were more shots. Lois Lane could only lay there, unable to move or resist as this woman—Blaze— the strange fluids into the reporter's helpless body. Naked and bound to the table, the reporter could no longer see the people who had manhandled her before, not even Tyrel...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

The hours that followed were a blur. Lois Lane realized that Blaze's concoctions had weakened her more than she thought; her soft body was useless as she struggled against the attendants as they pulled her off the table and her into a dog crate, so small that her fat, leak...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

At the last moment, as Blaze frog-marched the bimbofied reporter into the cage, Lois Lane began to struggle. The demon grinned, sure now that somewhere within that skull of hers, the reporter understood at least a little of what was about to happen to her. How completely she had...

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

Satanic salon. Literal succubus saying she had an appointment. Body still under the effects of the that Tyrell had dosed her with. Lois Lane did the math in a heartbeat. "Nope!" Lois twisted, turned, and touched the black mirror that had been her way in... ...only to touch...

by Zeebop

Chapter 10

Lois Lane barely felt the hand at the back of her neck. Then the lights went out. When she awoke, it was naked, on a soft bed. Thick leather straps across the reporter's chest, hips, thighs, and ankles held her securely to the bed. That wasn't the worst part. No, what worried Lo...

by Zeebop

Chapter 6

The first door was marked "Employee's Only." The two women, stinking of cheap beer, stalked down a short corridor that might have been part of a small office suite once. Lois Lane looked left and right, curious, and saw dressing rooms and some sort of staff lounge. At the end of...

by Zeebop

Chapter 7

Lois Lane twisted her body, trying to keep Valeria in sight as she explored the handcuffs. The Latina stepped behind a screen, cutting her off from view, so Lois gave her attention to her predicament. Fortunately, these seemed to be the typical adult-play models...not designed t...

by Zeebop

Chapter 8

Lois Lane dared not move. Valeria did not move in slow, careful cuts, the blad pressing through the fabric, infinitely delicate so as not to cut the skin and muscle underneath. No, the swipes of her bladed gloves were swift, forceful, and terrifying. If the madwoman was off even...

by Zeebop

Chapter 9

Lois Lane sensed the eyes on her. She raised her head...and blinked at the sudden sight of a bare muff. A slim line between two well-toned thighs, bony hips that stuck out from a cadaverously slim waist, the abdominal muscles clearly defined on the trim torso. Even as Valeria's t...

by Zeebop

Chapter 10

Lois Lane was fiercely intelligent—but at times, she was simply fierce. Backed into a corner, when the smart reporter might play along with her captors in order to gain time or seek an opportunity to escape, she would sometimes fight back. It often took her foes by surprise. Cer...