Electrostimulation

"Here you are...tied up in bed...with a big dick inside of you," Livewire's blue-white eyes began to glow. "What would Superman think if he saw you now?"

It was a petty taunt, but it hurt, not that Lois Lane would show it.

Lex Luthor and his damnable schemes! was all she thought.

Then the electric dickgirl placed her hands out over the reporter's breasts, the pointer fingers almost touching the nipples...and Lois could feel the charge, building up slowly...the hairs on her arms and legs rising as the static built up, and Lois could smell the ozone coming off of her, almost hear the hum in the air.

Bright sparks zapped down from the left hand, and up from the right. Muscles across the reporter's chest seized. It lasted only a fraction of a second, but for that fraction Lois Lane couldn't breathe, her torso rose from the bed as the muscles constricted, and her nipples grew so hard they ached.

"That was a tenth of an amp. Not that I'll do that again," the blue-white hands descended to grasp the reporter's small, palmable tits. "Even a little current can cause a burn, if it's a small contact. No...what you want is to spread it out across the skin."

Livewire bit her lower lip as she played with the reporter's breasts. Lois was gasping for air, heart palpitating, skinned flushed. She could see what the villain was planning and she wanted to tell her not to do it again...but the villain's hands squeezed and once again Lois felt the electric current move through her body.

It was less intense this time, but it lasted longer. The reporter's heart did not cease beating, her lungs didn't freeze, but her pussy clamped tight and her arms and legs shook as the muscles clamped tight. The electric dickgirl stared down at Lois with hunger and fascination as she began to thrust in and out.

The current died down. The hands moved all over Lois Lane's body, Livewire's mouth bent down to kiss her nipples, leave hickies on her neck and collarbone, all as that tireless electric cock thrust and thrust...and Lois lived in a state of tense excitement, never knowing when or where the charge would come, but knowing that it would come, as it inevitably did.

Once Livewire was sucking on her tongue, and the burst of electricity came from that cock. Her cervix spasmed, uncontrollably opening and closing as the villain played with the voltage, Lois Lane's head shaking as her jaw muscles locked open. The hands slid down to massage her thighs and Lois nearly wet herself as the current slid from one palm to another, straight through her pussy. Near the end, one pale blue-white finger slid behind her sweaty back, tracing the curve of her ass, to touch the virgin hole buried between her cheeks...

Exhausted, unable to speak, Lois looked up at the villain with eyes begging for pity. The smile on that pale, glowing face widened.

"I wish I had sperm. I wish I could knock. You. Up. But a being of living electricity does have a few limitations...and that includes reproduction. Well...not without help, anyway."

Her hands moved away from the reporter's ass and settled on Lois Lane's lower stomach, on either side, about three fingers below the belly button.

Lois Lane shook as the now-familiar electric current ran through her body...yet this was different somehow. Unfamiliar muscles twitched, nerves she didn't normally think of sang. It was over almost before she could feel any of it.

"I just caused you to ovulate, Lois." Livewire grinned as she slid off the bed, pulling her dick out of the reporter. "That's what we want, after all. You won't be much of a crusading reporter as a single mom with twins. All we need is the right sperm to get you properly preggers."