Chapters tagged lois lane

by Zeebop

Chapter 6

The old freight elevator had seen better decades. It had the slightly industrial smell of old paint and grease, the numbers worn off the plastic buttons. There was something else to the smell too, Lois noticed—a familiar antispectic smell underneath it all—but she couldn't quite...

by Zeebop

Chapter 7

The figure swept in out the darkness. The yellow face of a broken gargoyle, garish in a red tunic and blue cape. A leer lit on the great and terrible face, and the eyes were without pupils, pure pits of red light in the shadowed orbits of his eyes. The tight shorts around his wai...

by Zeebop

Chapter 8

Lois blurted out. It was the first thing that had come to mind. She wasn't scared, really, as much as bewildered by the strangeness of the scenario. Group sex had never even been on her menu before—not even a threesome! Yet here she was, being asked to partake in a demonic sex or...

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Chapter 9

Deadman turned to Etrigan. "Now that's done with, don't you think you ought to change into something a bit less...auspicious?" The bright yellow demon grunted, then chanted: _Gone now, O Etrigan!_ _And rise now the form of woman!_ The flesh sank inwards on that frame. Muscle...

by Zeebop

Chapter 10

"There will be a minor demon at the door," Jacinda hissed to her, taking the reporter's arm in her own. Lois was quietly aware of the prominent boob-flesh being pressed against her arm, warm and soft, and felt an unfamiliar stirring in her pants. "A gatekeeper. She will demand a...

by Zeebop

Chapter 11

Lois realized her cue. Slipping behind Jacinda, the reporter cupped and lifted the massive, bra-less tits, feeling them sag in her hands. "Now, any woman might let another woman feel her up..." Lois said, loud enough for the bouncer to hear. Her hands slipped down, letting the b...

by Zeebop

Chapter 12

The Black Door was less skanky than Lois thought. The decor was what a 1980s punk would have done if they had a couple million in the banks. The bar was a slab of sidewalk, a good twelve feet long, complete with handprints, fossilized gum, spraypaint graffiti. Tables and chairs w...

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Chapter 13

"And why," the scarlet succubus said. "Do I need a spy?" The demon's private office was in a little room off the back of the bar. A few hard folding chairs and a small, round black cast iron table that looked as if it had been stolen from a Paris cafe. There was a bottle of high...

by Zeebop

Chapter 8

Lois struggled to absorb this new information. Demons. Sex slaves. A dead ghost possessing a stringy goth, a yellow-skinned demon, and the Daily Planet's best reporter. They wanted her to whore herself out. _This isn't a job for me!_ Lois shrieked internally, every mental alarm...

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Chapter 9

The yellow demon bared his fangs, in what Lois hoped was a smile. _Raw might will not avail us here_ _Cunning must we be!_ _Combine our skills and assets dear_ _Our auras not to see!_ "What he means," the ghost said "Is that if we try to go in there as we are, Blaze and her...

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Chapter 10

Lois got on her knees as the pair in front of her got their dicks out—the ghost, manipulating the body of the man he possessed, had a textbook cock, a little on the skinny side. The demon's was more impressive, a vibrant yellow womb-scraper that might have been eight or nine inch...

by Zeebop

Chapter 11

The reporter opened her mouth wide as the two cocks grew closer. Although she had never done this before, Lois had seen plenty of porn. _I know how this works_, she told herself, smelling the cocks as the heads got within a couple inches of her nose. _I can do this_! Hands clam...

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Chapter 12

It was the positivity. The sense of power. The utter confidence. Lois Lane had done undercover work before, she knew how to be sneaky, how to work her way deeper into an organization. Yet she felt almost dizzy and high with power, still able to taste those cocks, and in the heat...

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Chapter 7

The figure swept in out the darkness. The yellow face of a broken gargoyle, garish against a shredded black crop-top that barely contained her breasts, between which hung a crucifix. A leer lit on the great and terrible face, and the eyes were without pupils, pure pits of red lig...

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Chapter 8

"It's called the Magdalene Grimoire." Boston Brand began, the ghost who possessed the pale, unassuming body of the goth named Rat. He pulled at the crotch of his pants, unable to hide the boner there. "As in Mary Magdalene? From the Bible?" Lois asked. "That's right. After the...

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Chapter 9

The back door to the club was essentially a changing room. Black Alice didn't hesitate to shuck her shirt, pert A-cups bare in the room. Boston Brand, the Deadman himself wasn't shy either, though he struggled with the unfamiliarity of the body he was possessing—the male goth had...

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Chapter 10

Lois, Deadman, and Black Alice stepped through the changing room door into a kind of hallway, dark and cramped. Music beat dimly somewhere beyond, the bass reverberating up through the floor. The door closed behind them and the darkness was almost absolute. Alice's hand slipped t...

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Chapter 11

Lois scanned the club, trying not to be distracted by the sex shows and escapades on display—she was watching the servers with their drinks, taking money, where they were going. whatever else this club might be, it was a business, and people in service jobs have routes, schedules...

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Chapter 12

As Lois Lane reached for the drink the bartender grabbed her wrist...and before the reporter could blink, the stamp came down, marking a little black circle. "When you leave, they'll check your stamps and you pay your tab," the bartender said, and Lois smiled and nodded, oddly r...

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Chapter 13

Blearily, Lois Lane stared at her wrist. It was pock-marked with little black stamps. The first one had been the cocktail Angie had served her in the bar. Then they had retreated to a private bar in a back room. A spacious place where Angelica would stamp her wrist and mix Lois L...