Aimee Massages Lois Lane's Pussy

Tied to the bed, Lois Lane could not resist as Ivy's minions ran their hands over her naked flesh. Mac and Jorge worked smoothly, methodically pushing their fingers into her pale skin to work the muscles, up and down the reporter's arms and legs. In any other circumstance, Lois might have enjoyed their attentions—but not when she was trapped, and Ivy's toxic green goop was diffusing throughout her system.

Yet if the men were content to carry out Ivy's orders their way...the Aimee, with her slim fingers and sultry smile carried them out another way.

The reporter gasped as the young woman's fingers cupped the reporter's mound and began to gently squeeze and release that. Mac and Jorge shared a glance, but said nothing. The straps that tied Lois Lane's legs to the table barely allowed three fingers to squeeze into the gap between the reporter's thighs and pussy...but Aimee wiggled them in in there, caught and squeezed, over and over.

The young woman's free hand roamed over the reporter's body. Explored the flat plane of her stomach, the slow rising and falling hills of her breasts. Mac and Jorge moved around the table, giving each limb their attention, but with the **** on her quim Lois could not relax, not even for a moment. She wanted to shift and squirm, but she felt so heavy, her limbs leaden...and though she could not see it the dark green veins were spreading out away from the injection sites. Already they crept up along her face, up and down each arm and leg, the constant massage helping to coax the transformative toxins throughout her system.

Yet Lois was not the only one going through a change.

Aimee's cheeks were flushed now, her nipples so hard they tented her thin shirt. Her palm rested on the reporter's clit, mashing the sensitive nub, but it wasn't enough...

"Help me untie her legs," she said.

Mac and Jorge stared at her.

"Mistress said..." Jorge said, his dark brown eyes unsure for a moment.

"Mistress said we need to massage her. She's not going anywhere. This will just make it easier to get at more of her." Aimee said.

Lois didn't know what hold Ivy had on her minions, what **** made them so easily bent to her will, but against even this weak argument, Jorge's will crumbled. Together, they undid the straps on the reporter's legs...and Aimee urgently spread the reporter's thighs, for better access to her cunt.