Chapters tagged lois lane

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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Chapter 21

The days crawled by, added up to weeks. At the Daily Planet, if anyone noticed that Lois Lane's wardrobe had made a subtle change, no one spoke about it where the reporter could hear. T-shirts and any dress, shirt, or blouse that showed the reporter's cleavage or chest were out....

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

The gagged reporter glared at Blaze, the tattoos throbbing...but then her eyes dropped, her cheeks flushed and she nodded. Nor did Lois Lane fight as the gag was taken out of her mouth. The dickgirl tattooist waved her prick in the reporter's face. "That's a good girl," she said...

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Chapter 19

Copper in her mouth. The hot, wet splash across her face, her breasts. The demon's screech in her ears, that descended into a clap of thunder that threw Lois Lane backward, head over heels. Shouts of excitement, smells of wet fear, the pound of feet on concrete as Blaze's goons r...

by Zeebop

Chapter 15

Drunk. Betrayed. Manhandled. Half-naked. Tattooed. Threatened with bukkake. Lesser women would have burst into tears, despair, hyperventilation. For Lois Lane? It was another day on the job. Lois stared Angelica Blaze in the eye and grinned so fiendishly that the smile faltered o...

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Chapter 16

"Ground floor is locked down," one of the gangsters told Angelica Blaze. "We got every exit covered. No way she escapes." The demon held her broken nose between her hands for a moment. There was a sickening crunch as cartilage re-aligned, and the scarlet succubus took an experim...

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Chapter 14

No sooner had the words come out of Angelica Blaze's mouth than the craving hit Lois Lane. Like most women, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter wasn't overly enthusiastic about the taste of cum. She had, on occasion, made a show of eating a lover's seed, but it had always been j...

by Zeebop

Chapter 15

For a moment, it was as if Lois Lane could see the future...and it was a parade of cocks. Her life circling the drain as she veered from one swollen cock to the next. With every sticky, salty load down her throat, the hunger would grow, and the reporter's will to resist would dim...

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Chapter 11

Lois Lane leaned against Tyrell as she thought about his question, and gave a little hiccup. She could feel the buzz of the , a pleasant feeling really.The reporter wasn't against tattoos—many of her friends had gotten them at university, but Lois had never really had an i...

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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...

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Chapter 13

It was a rude question. If Lois Lane had been more sober, or in less pain, she might not have deigned to answer it. Yet as it was, she felt almost compelled to answer. The tattooist's gaze held hers as if forcing Lois to speak. "C-c-c..." The first syllable stuck in the reporter...

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Chapter 14

Blaze snapped her fingers. A plastic curtain parted, and into the tattoo room walked four ladies, dressed in bikini tops and crotchless bottoms, high-heels and jewelry and nothing else. They were all tall, fit, athletic women...and all of them, Lois Lane saw, had roses tattooed o...

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Chapter 10

"You're too...clean," Tyrell said. "I got something for you, if you got the cash." Lois Lane blinked. "You want me to pay you...for ?" The Black man fetched a small vial with a twist-on cap from an inner pocket. "Shit ain't free! You go down there straight, they gonna kno...

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Chapter 11

Perhaps it was the fact that Lois had already had a drink, and her reason was somewhat impaired. Or maybe it was just that she saw no other option, no way to effectively fake being high. So she held the vial up to each nostril, pinched the other shut, and gave a less-than-delicat...