Chapters tagged tattoo

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

The sorceress raised her head...and the long pink tongue remained in Lois Lane's tattooed and pierced twat, a great fleshy ribbon that moved like a great worm or serpent, sliding around in the reporter's depths, curling back on itself so that it could like her cervix and rub agai...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Through the veil of the opium she had just smoked, Lois Lane's thoughts came languidly. Emotions were muted under the effects of the , and there was a curious lack of excitement and need for speed as she surveyed the monstrous forms of the women she had come to save. "My nam...

by Zeebop

Chapter 16

The fist inside Lois Lane's pussy pulled down. Circe's mouth latched onto the reporter's clit. Lois shuddered uncontrollably. Her hands dug into the sand, her hips wouldn't stop quaking. She could barely process what she was feeling...and then the green fire spread from Circe's o...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

It was just words. Lois didn't really mean it. Her asshole was on fire, the demon pounding away above her like a lust-crazed animal, and the words just came tumbling out... "Then I shall grant this wish," the demon said as her claw-like nails dug into the reporter's backside. "N...

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Chapter 10

The cards flipped over. Two fives stared up opposite each other. Blaze: (?) 5♣ 3♦ 7♦ 5♠ Lois: (K♠) J♠ Q♠ 5♥ 5♦ The reporter could have laughed—except her head was already doing the math. They both had a pair of fives showing, neither could have a flush or a straight. It was al...

by Zeebop

Chapter 11

The devil shuffled. Lois shivered. The cooler air was brushing past her nipples, the chill metal making them stand out painfully. Blaze seemed to appreciate the view. What grated on Lois, however, is that she still wasn't any closer to rescuing those poor women. She was playing...

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Chapter 12

Lois Lane through the chip with the collar in the pot. "Show your cards," she said, laying down her own hand. Lois: Q♣ Q♦ J♦ A♣ 8♣ Blaze: A♠ 10♥ 7♦ 7♠ 7♣ The reporter felt her heart in her throat. "Well played," was all she could manage. Blaze raked the chips in. "Lean bac...

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Chapter 19

As the drunken reporter noisily slobbered over her shaft, Blaze looked down in triumph. Lois Lane was naked, on her knees, sucking on the succubus's schlong like it was her favorite lolly, while the demon's spunk oozed out of her cunny. Her original purpose for coming here utterl...

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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 17

The dickgirl's slow, steady fuck came to a crawl. Each stroke took longer, and the rock-hard erection began to pause, balls deep inside of the reporter. Lois could feel the heat of the whole length inside of her...and it wasn't entirely unpleasant. All that for her. Yet in the b...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

The tattooing went on a long time...and Lois could only stay where she was, all of her conscious thought focused on her ass as it was violated, both by Blaze's cock and her tattoo gun. The reporter could feel the blood run down, winced as the cock twisted around...and the pain an...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

The brightness as the lights in the room turned on. The cold wetness of the pad against her lower back. The buzz of the tattoo gun. The sting as the needle dug into her skin. Lois Lane had been a virgin. Never had a tattoo before then. Now, spread-eagled on the bed, c...

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Chapter 18

The frame was thin to the point of emaciation, spare and lean—yet Queen's skin, which varied from the soft pink of the soles of her feet and palms of her hands to the darkness of new leather, was a map of pain and determination. Scars, grey raised ridges and pink furrows in regul...

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Chapter 20

The night was one of discovery for Lois Lane. For perhaps the first time, she allowed herself to truly cut loose. To cease to be the willful, fiercely independent woman who had clawed and fought herself to the top of the journalism game. Who had pined for Superman from afar. Who...

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Chapter 15

"Son of a bitch," the reporter said, so shocked by what she saw in the mirror that the cuss word came out without a second thought. The numbers 2-12-A-26-5 were picked out very distinctly in black lettering, surrounded by red inflamed flesh, her pink pucker right in the middle....

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Chapter 24

Supergirl's hand was steady. The reporter sat perfectly still on the edge of the bed. Barely even daring to breathe as the Kryptonian dragged the needle through the skin of Lois Lane's face. Like a beesting, over and over. Lois held her fists on her knees, clenched tight, even th...

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Chapter 15

"If you're making shit up just to fuck me," Lois Lane warned. "I'll..." "Tell Zatanna?" Constantine said with a wicked smile. "Sure she'd love to hear all the gory details. Or Superman? Can't imagine the Big Blue boyscout would appreciate that, though you never know, he might ha...

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Chapter 9

"Not just any sort of tattoos, either," Tyrell said. "I'm talking like...neck, hands, face, breasts. Tattoos that hurt, that can't all be hidden. Nasty, sexually explicit things...and they're addictive. Something in the ink. Get the girls hooked, right? They start out with someth...

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Chapter 10

Tyrell held up three dark fingers. Within moments, a waitress appeared and left three grey-white cocktails on the table. He stared hard at the reporter. "The guys who do this, they know the type that goes in for this thing, okay? If you come at them sober, they're gonna think yo...

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Chapter 11

Lois Lane leaned against Tyrell as she thought about his question. She wasn't against tattoos—many of her friends had gotten them at university, but Lois had never really had an image she'd wanted to permanently place on her body. Now, faced with the prospect, the repo...