Can You Do That To Me?

"And Harley?" Ivy added.

Lois Lane, utterly limp in her chair, could only listen. The speculum still stretched her pussy, and her uterus throbbed—either from Ivy's manipulations, Blaze's, or both. The reporter lay there, unable to move a muscle, helpless as the conversation unfolded.

"I could," Blaze said. "But why?"

"I extracted ova from Harley, Lois, and myself," Ivy said. "And changed some of my ova into sperm to inseminate their eggs; the fertilized cells were re-inserted. My own womb is...a non ideal environment. I've tried. It always ends in miscarriage. Even Harley, with her exposure to the Joker's toxins, may not be able to carry a child to term. She suffered a number of miscarriages when she was with him. But if you can assure that we can all carry..."

Lois Lane heard the excitement build in Ivy's voice.

"I can change some of their ova into sperm and inseminate my eggs. We could even do twins...each of us carrying half-siblings with genes from two parents."

"Three sets of twins?" Blaze said, her voice speculative. "Hmm. That's...interesting. It would definitely keep Lois Lane out of action longer."

"And we could be a family," Ivy said.

Finger-tips as soft as rose petals brushed the reporter's clit. The reporter's mind was filled with the idea of her abdomen swollen with Ivy and Harley's brats...and bumping bellies with both women. In her current helpless state, Lois Lane couldn't even shiver. With Blaze's changes to her mind, the reporter couldn't even imagine doing anything else. Already, her mind slipped into the logistics of it, how much room they'd need for the babies, feeding schedules, the need to test Ivy and Harley's milk...

There was a smack of flesh on flesh.

"So, you wish the same changes as Lois Lane?" Blaze said. "Very well. Let's make all three of you mommies."

No more words for a time. Soft moans, the echo of heels. Blaze worked mostly in silence, and all Lois Lane could do was hear the soft moans that came from Harley and Ivy as Blaze did her thing on them.

But can we trust Blaze? Lois wondered, as life slowly flowed back into her muscles. What if she does something more than what she said? What other changes might she make?

The impregnated reporter's toes clenched and released, slowly. Her finger curled into her palms. Her pussy began to squeeze against the speculum that held her open. She felt so helpless and ****, especially with that tool holding her cervix open and unopposed.

"Almost done," Blaze said to herself. Lois shook a little as she felt the presence of the mysterious woman stand in that space created with the reporter's legs in the stirrups.

"I know you are awake, Lois Lane. Your lovers are asleep for now; they need not hear these words. Yet I wished to address you now...because I want you to know what happens next. Open your eyes."

The words reached past the reporter's conscious mind and flicked some switch in her brain. The reporter's eyelids rose, and she beheld, with surprise, a woman with blood-red skin, dark horns curling back from a broad brow, shadowing her pure white eyes without pupil or iris. A strange costume barely contained the lithe, spare body: orange strips of cloth over breasts and crotch maintained a bare modicum of decency, while metal ornaments with leering demonic faces accentuated Blaze's hips, the black, oily mane of hair that framed her face, the softly rounded shoulders.

"I watched you as you came to this club, you know. Watched you stumble your way down here, looking for something—probably those sluts who have come to serve my needs. Instead, you have found my...tenants and business partners. I must admit, the predicament you have gotten yourself into amuses me. I think I shall enjoy seeing you swell large with child, impregnated by a pair of villains, your lives tied to theirs forevermore once your children are born...but there is one last thing that will make this even more amusing for me."

Blaze stretched out her hand...and Lois Lane could not believe what happened next.