Chapters tagged collar

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Hands closed around Lois Lane's throat. Thumbs pressing gently against her trachea, long fingers wrapped almost all the way around her neck. Angelica Blaze considered her lover, and for the first time Lois felt a smidgen of real fear...because the look in her eyes was not the loo...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

Lois Lane rolled over. The weight of the collar pulled at her neck, the leash rubbed her right shoulder. She waggled her ass in the air as if daring for it to be fucked. Blaze cupped her hand against the reporter's sex. "You're hot. Like a bitch in heat. Like you came here with...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

Night came on. Lois Lane felt the anticipation build within her as the moon came out...a full moon. Lots of light... Her fingers tugged at the ring on her collar as she fluttered through the apartment. Stripping out of her office wear. Her underwear. In the bathroom she ran the...

by Zeebop

Chapter 22

It had started out in the middle of the night, about two months after Lois Lane had taken the demonic dickgirl into her home. Lois had gotten Blaze a collar with a tag, and shed trained the scarlet succubus to use the toilet and shower on a regular basis, and the reporter had lea...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

Circe spoke a word...and a rope of green fire slithered up from between the reporter's toes. The reporter remained where she was, frozen as the blazing heat crept over her body...burning away all the piss, the blood, the juices, leaving behind clean skin, the reporter's tattoos s...

by Zeebop

Chapter 10

The sorceress reached down and pried the reporter's eager mouth from her pussy. "Strip," the naked sorceress told her. "If you want something to drink, strip." Mouth still parched, Lois Lane wrestled with the order for barely a moment before she found herself disrobing. The gau...

by Zeebop

Chapter 25

Hawkgirl emerged, straight from the shower. Lois could hear her shake the water from her wings. Unable to see, the reporter waited patiently in her rack. Rough, callused hands squeezed the reporter's aching, overfilled tits. Tugged at the chain between Lois Lane's nipples. Gave t...

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 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 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...

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 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 16

He was on his haunches, the big Black man called "Puppy"—muscles bulging beneath that brown skin, his balls dangling, stiff prick jutting forward. A bead of precum dripped off of his purple cockhead and splashed on the newspaper. Lois Lane leaned forward, tongue extended...and th...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

A lack tongue, long and oily loled out of Lois Lane's mouth. Both hands were buried in her cunny, mindlessly thrusting deep inside of her hole, the grey fresh stretching easily, black liquid like oil oozing out over her wrists. Lost in pleasure, the reporter forgot her original p...