Chapters tagged stripping

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

There was the buzz from the doorman. The reporter waited by her front door, robe cinched around her stomach, just a hint of her well-trummed bush showing, and a lot of cleavage. The heels were impractical, but added to her height, showed off her calves...and made her protuberant...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

It was a long night. Superman carried both pregnant women into the nearest maternity ward, before the first babies had begun to crown. Lois Lane remembered him standing there in between them, holding their hands gently as they screamed and squeezed...infinitely patient...and thin...

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Chapter 11

Lois groaned, dizzily, laying face-up on the earth. She opened her eyes to see a full moon, and stars more bright and distinct than she had ever seen...even the very faint specks of light you normally couldn't see in Metropolis... Faces loomed out of the darkness, hovering over...

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Chapter 12

The reporter throttled her instincts as the wolfskin-clad man began to slice through her pants. As much as she wanted to fight, she was alone, unarmed—and with a sickening awareness realized that for the first time in years there was no Superman to call if things went really wron...

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Chapter 19

The coast, it turned out, was clear. Using her smartphone for light, Lois Lane walked back around to the front of the shrine with its sundry offerings of booze, used condoms, money, black candles, bones, and squatting in the middle of it the ugly, gravid form of that squat idol....

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Chapter 6

The barmaid looked trapped. Bit her lip. Lois could feel the struggle in the young woman. Took her left hand in her own. "Hey," she said. Cradled Maria's head in her right hand. Drew her in close. The kiss was soft, gentle. Just a slip of Lois' tongue, a gentle exploration. Mar...

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Chapter 13

Lois Lane shook her head. This was too weird. Too...fucked up. She shook with barely-contained emotion. The events of the night had seen her violated in ways she hadn't imagined when she had started out tonight. The smart thing to do would be to just leave the way she came in, ma...

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Chapter 20

The dickgirl let her cock flop against the reporter's stomach. Her hands grabbed Lois Lane's ass and she stood...and then gently laid Lois down on the coffee table in the middle of the room. "No, no busting your ass or fisting your pussy tonight. I have another idea. Grab my dic...

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Chapter 16

"Oh, we have a deck of cards, and we've become quite fond of Bridge," Jenny Dunlap said. The smile seemed so genuine, yet the way it stayed on her face, the muscles not relaxing a millimeter was decidedly unnatural. Lois Lane had never known any human being that happy that wasn't...

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Chapter 12

Lois entered the room boldly, projecting as much confidence as she could. Her first impression was a modest-sized bedroom paneled in dark wood, an antique four-poster bed prominent against the left-hand wall, a small wooden bar on the right. The carpet was a deep, plush blue that...

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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...

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Chapter 17

The woman—if she was a woman—called Blaze narrowed her eyes. Lois Lane, caught in the petplay gear, felt the strange piercing gaze on her. The reporter didn't flinch, but she did hope, for the first time, that Circe's illusion held up. That this person, whoever she really was, co...

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Chapter 16

The hotpants came down, sliding over those pale cheeks. Lois Lane, pinned beneath Poison Ivy's ass, could see everything. No underwear, of course. The slit was hairless, colored blue on one side and pink on the other, just like her hair. Just above the crotch, which was swollen a...

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Chapter 15

Hands grabbed the reporter and dragged her to her feet. "Let's get you to the showers. You didn't touch any of that to your pussy, right?" "No-o..." Lois coughed, spitting pollen as the figure pulled her away. While she wasn't quite sure what was going on, the reporter was glad...

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Chapter 21

"Hi!" Lois said, smiling brightly. "I want to strip. For money." The manager of the Daily Poon, a severe-looking woman who called herself Perri Black, had seen better decades. Dark circles bagged her eyes, the tight, low-cut shirt showed the wrinkles in her sagging titties, and...

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Chapter 22

Blonde hair flicked. A bubble butt bounced, a pink thong run up between the crack as Lois Lane dropped down, until the bottom of her buttocks just crested the back of her three-inch clear heels, and she straightened up again. One tanned hand gripped the pole firmly, the nails pai...

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Chapter 12

"Fuck off," Lois suggested. She braced her elbows against the floor, planted her hands into the boobs, and tried to deadlift "Power Girl" off of her. Yet while she could maybe have lifted two hundred pounds on the weight bench, it was a very different thing to try and do that wit...

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Chapter 12

Lois Lane stood up, and stepped out of her shoes. The black woman blinked, horse cock wobbling. "What are you doing?" The reporter hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pants and panties and pulled them down, over her ass, leaning over and shuffling them down her legs....

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Chapter 20

The door creaked open. The temperature of the room dropped perceptibly—but the air went still. Gooseflesh crawled up the bound elf-woman's arms and legs as she realized how unnatural that was. This wasn't air conditioning, or opening up a freezer door...this was something else. S...

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Chapter 9

"...SUPERCUNT!" The speakers blared, and through the window emerged a hulking figure. Black haired and square-jawed, with that familiar S-curl, a winning smile over perfect teeth. The chest and arms of a bodybuilder, the familiar red-and-yellow shield over blue...but the red tig...