Chapters tagged lois lane

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

Hands, delicate and soft and knowing, reached around Lois Lane's hips from behind and slid down the reporter's crotch. She felt Circe's fingers meet at her pussy, one rubbing gently at her clitoris, the other reaching down to caress the lips of her cunt, to the little metal pierc...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

Lois Lane's heart fluttered as she left her apartment. To anyone that saw her, she would look no different than she did any other day. A slim grey skirt that ended just above the knee; matching business jacket, black blouse with a simple gold necklace. Two inch grey pumps. Lois's...

by Zeebop

Chapter 22

Sunday evening. Laying spent on the bed. The reporter's body quaked and shivered in the aftermath of her climaxes. Her ass ached so good. She had never imagined... Circe peeled off the soiled glove from her hand and let it drop into the trash can. A satisfied smile on her face a...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

Honesty compelled Lois Lane to admit it. Facedown in the burning sand, her ass felt like it was on fire. There was a sharp, piercing point of pain that might even be a splinter. Lois squeezed her eyes tight, wondering how her mistress would punish her for this refusal... "Hmm. P...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

"I love it up my ass," Circe said. "I love it up my ass," Lois Lane repeated. Green fire oozed sluggishly from Circe's fingertips, and sank into the skin of the reporter's temples like milk dripped into water. The green light flickered beneath the skin as the reporter's wounds...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

"What are we doing here?" Cassie Sandmark whispered out of the corner of her mouth. "It's a traditional ceremony, invoking the blessings of Hestia," Donna Troy whispered back. The Amazonian embassy in Metropolis was quiet, save for the long invocation of the goddess. A flame ca...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

The words came out as a growl. Something broke inside of Lois Lane, some inner reservoir of dignity had been drained, and all that left was not meek acceptance and pitiful lust, but rage and rebellion. "You sick bitch! Did you really think you can tease me until I'm broken and b...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Rage and disgust ate at Lois Lane's soul like an acid. Yet she could not stop her hands from parting Circe's ass cheeks. Could not prevent her tongue from extending past her lips. Or shut her ears to Circe's sigh as the reporter's tongue pressed into the tight, clean little assho...

by Zeebop

Chapter 16

Her mistress' words seemed to echo in the reporter's brain. Lois froze, like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Green fire crackled over the chair. Lois Lane felt a wooden knob in her hand that had not been there before. Without moving her head, she turned her eyes...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

The sorceress set about her work without hurry, the needle scratching its way through the reporter's scalp like the sting of a bee. Lois Lane closed her eyes, shutting out the sight of the impossible beach and ocean beyond, the warm sun that shone down on her skin. She focused on...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

"You don't sound okay," Circe said. A cold wet cloth ran over the reporter's naked scalp. Surprisingly, it didn't set her wounds to hurt...they only sort itched. Like ants crawling on her scalp. "I've never had anything up my ass before," Lois confessed. "I don't know if I like...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

"Mistress...my...cunny..." The tattooed and pierced reporter still felt uncomfortable putting it into words. "Feeling neglected?" Lois could hear the smile in Circe's voice. The sorceress circled around to the front of the chair in which Lois was sitting. "Let's do something abo...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

"Cum for me." Lois Lane smiled. "Is that an order, mistress?" "Does it need to be?" Circe shot back. Then, just for that moment, they weren't an immortal sorceress and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter. Just two women, sub and dom, holding the levers to a sex chair. Circe...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

"Lois...will you marry me?" "Oh Clark," the reporter couldn't keep a stupid grin off her face as she leaned down to take the ring and draw him into a kiss. "Of course! You only had to ask..." So the weeks and months had become years, and the day arrived. Lois in her white dress...

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Chapter 20

A man would have simply slammed the wooden cock home, over and over, pummelling Lois Lane's most sensitive body part until she was weeping and sore. Circe was not that impatient...not that driven by instinct. The lavender-haired sorceress drank in the reporter's ecstasy as she sl...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Tattooed, pierced, her ass violated, and with the witch able to read her mind and command her with but a thought...and yet somehow Lois Lane could not resist as the story of why she had come here tonight poured out of her mouth. The sorceress watched the reporter with bemusement...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

"Now," Blaze said as she surveyed the board. "How do the horsey-pieces move again?" The beach and its pavilion had disappeared. In its place was now a great chessboard, Sixty-four squares, each a meter wide...and each piece a sex . Lois Lane, who stood in her golden chains...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

The pole slid in and out of her asshole...but though Lois Lane's pace on the lever did not change, she could feel the wooden prick slide deeper and deeper. Thicker, too, the reporter thought, because she could feel the slow spread of her asshole, pushing her limits. Lois quivered...

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Chapter 18

Lois Lane could not understand the spiritual surgery that Circe worked, in conjunction with that needles scraping through the skin. How the sorceress cut open the reporter's soul and grafted to it an idea—and so tied the mere blood and bone of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter...

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Chapter 19

With power came awareness. Lois Lane quivered with her new strength, her new awareness. _With these powers, I can find the missing women!_ Lois thought. _All I have to do is_... _**Kneel.**_ The newmade muse dropped to her knees in the sand. She didn't even think before doing...