End: Cassandra Cain—Black Bat!

Spoiler's hands pulled out of the reporter's aching holes with a wet plop. Oracle carefully but firmly pushed the quivering reporter off of her muff. Poison Ivy, rubbing her pussy ineffectually against the wall of her prison, paused to watch as a slim black hand lightly touched the reporter's neck...

...and Lois Lane spasmed, suddenly boneless, gasping for breath. With great effort she twisted her face around...and saw a slim young Asian woman, rail-thin, whipcord lean, all muscle and scars, the pink nipples on her tiny mosquito-bite breasts standing out huge. She wore nothing except cape and cowl, but Lois recognized her.

Black Bat.

Without seeming effort, Lois was dragged off of the table and **** onto her knees, diminutive crimefighter holding the reporter's head between her thighs, the bald slit of the batgirl's pussy pressed against the reporter's open mouth. The newcomer was strong, but it was less about how much she could lift than that she knew how to use her leverage to maximum advantage. As she shifted Lois, the reporter had felt those strong, knowing fingers apply pressure to nerve bundles, joints...and now Lois stared up at her, helpless as a child...and the oddly faceless mask of Black Bat stared down at her. Ran her hands through Lois Lane's black hair.

"I will teach you," the voice said, small and soft, little above a whisper. "But first, you must learn your place."

The fingers came down behind the reporter's ears. Pressed at the corners of Lois Lane's jaws. Brief, blinding pain **** the reporter to open her mouth...and then something hot and acrid streamed out of the slit. Lois fought the initial moment of revulsion, the desire to spit it out...heard and felt the liquid weight of the body-warm liquid increase as it filled her up.

"You must decide," Black Bat said. "Whether you accept what we give you. Whether you wish to be just yourself...or become the Batwoman you could be."

Oracle and Spoiler grabbed the reporter's arms. Rubbed her naked thighs.

"We all did it," the redhead said.

"Some of us even get to like it," the blonde admitted.

The golden liquor filled the reporter's mouth...and something broke through the haze and lust. She felt suddenly sober. Whether Poison Ivy's **** had worn off, or there was something in Black Bat's urine that counteracted it...Lois Lane realized fully the choice she was being given. The opportunity.

The pressure on the corners of the reporter's jaw lessened. Automatically, Lois closed her mouth, swallowed...and felt the hot, stinging fluid cut a line down her throat, to sit in a warm pool in her stomach.

Black Bat reached up and pulled off her cowl. The young Asian woman smiled down at her.

"I am Cassandra Cane," she said.

"Lois Lane," Lois smiled...and then the other Batgirls dragged the reporter down, Cass sliding down, pressing her pussy against the eager lips of their newest recruit. There would be time to train Lois in all she needed to know to be a Batwoman. For right now, it was time to welcome her into the fold.

In her cage, Poison Ivy moaned in frustration. Silently cursing the failure of her plans. Swearing **** on Lois Lane and all the Batgirls. A **** she would attempt to unleash, later, when Lois Lane's training was complete...but that is another story.