End: Deal With Poison Ivy While The Ladies Have Their Fun

Confident that Catwoman had the situation well in hand, Batman moved through the crowd. He could see the tell-tale signs of Ivy's pheromones at work...the slight green shade in the whites of the eyes, the **** thirst that made them gulp their drinks, the way their eyes continued to drift back to the floorshow, even as men and women began to fondle each other in public.

Too engrossed with each other to notice a big man stumble into a utility closet instead of a restroom.

Batman had scoped out the building before he came here. Ivy's trail had led here, and he'd already formulated a counter to her latest formula. Now that he knew Selina could keep Ivy and the other woman occupied, he moved through the hidden maintenance spaces of the building. Slipped concentrated antidote tablets into the old fire suppression system lines. Set the timer for it to go off once the chemicals had permeated the system. Then he slipped back out into the crowd.

Ivy was too engrossed with Lois Lane's increasingly frantic efforts to lick her out to notice as her goons slowly disappeared. The reporter's tongue went from pussy to ass now, and the villain spread her cheeks and wiped her taint don't he reporter's face, even as Catwoman, in her disguise, began to finger Lois Lane's pussy. A quick glance showed her Batman's progress, the security around the building notably diminished, too entranced by the show to notice as one by one they were picked off.

Catwoman flashed a grin to the crowd. Pussy juice dripped down her chin as she thrust three fingers hard into the reporter's twat, and despite herself the reporter's toes curled. A huge wet gush burst from Lois Lane's pussy, and the crowd went wild, unable to look away. Pants came down as cocks came out and fingers went into wet slits.

"Good!" Ivy said, drunk with power. She leered down at the blonde who stretched Lois Lane's cunny around her knuckles. "More. Shove your whole fist in there! Make the bitch cum for me..."

The blonde grinned, and nodded eagerly. In her heart, Catwoman wavered. She hadn't planned to take things so far. Batman needed more time to deal with the rest of Ivy's goons. So she uttered a silent whisper of forgiveness to Lois Lane...and curled her fingers together, pushed her hand against that tight twat.

The reporter bucked. Gasped. Ivy grabbed Lois Lane's face. The villain knelt down, entranced. She watched Lois Lane's violet eyes widen as Catwoman worked her hand back and forth, a little deeper, stretched out that poor pussy beyond anything it had ever experienced. The redhead's teeth caught Lois Lane's lower lip as it trembled, and the brief pain made Lois shiver with fear and desire.

It was a delicate, dangerous dance, and as Catwoman pushed forward...her hand wet with Lois Lane's juices, the tight pussy squeezed to hard around her invading fingers....The reporter's mouth opened as wide as Ivy would let it and a low, animal moan ripped through her whole body.

The reporter's tongue slipped out of her mouth as her eyes went cross-eyed. For a moment, Lois Lane's mind went blank. Which was when Poison Ivy released her lower lip and fastened on that tongue, sucked it greedily, and weird bitter flavor filled the reporter's mouth that had nothing to do with the holes she had tasted before. There was an odd earthiness to it, a chemical aftertaste that burned on its way down her throat...and Poison Ivy smiled as the slut shook and quivered like a young flower first opening its blossom to the world.

Then Batman's stungun touched the back of Ivy's neck. Her body quivered and slumped. The ancient pipes rattled, and then exploded as a pale green mist poured from the sprinklers overhead. The crowd raised their eyes, blinked...and in a few moments they would be free of Ivy's influence, and tuck their cocks and pussies away.

By which time Ivy was bound and in the holding trunk of the Batcar, and Catwoman was snuggled in the passenger seat with Lois Lane.

"Ivy gave her something," Catwoman said as she pulled off her blonde wig. "Right before you knocked her out. She's delerious...burning with finger..."

"I can smell your pussy," Lois Lane murmured, in a soft voice. It surprised the reporter to hear herself say that. It was like it bypassed her conscious mind completely. "Could I eat it for a while? Just, you know, until we get to where we're going."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Batman said as he sped through the streets, the onboard computer tracking local traffic, plotting the optimal route.

"Too late," Catwoman said as the reporter slipped into the footwell. With a frantic strength, she tore at Selina's pants, and buried her face in the other woman's kitty. Her tongue slipped into the hot, tangy cleft and a weak shudder went through the reporter's frame. Her pussy clamped tight, and spritzed a little, a liquid perfume that dribbled into the Batmobile's carpet.

Selina frowned as she adjusted the seat and spread her legs.

"Tell Alfred I'll clean that up," Catwoman said with a sigh as Lois Lane single-mindedly worked her tongue in, out, and around the pussy before her. The reporter's nostrils flared as she drank in the scent. Unable to stop herself, Lois wondered whether this reflected whatever **** Ivy had given her, or if Lois Lane's pent-up lust had finally found a target.

After all, Catwoman had licked her pussy. It seemed only fair to return the favor.

Batman grimaced at the wet smacks and slurps that came from beside him. Selina laid a hand on his forearm.

"Don't worry, darling. You're still my favorite. She is...enthusiastic, though..."

The caped crusader's eyes narrowed. He vowed that the next time he ate Selina out, she wouldn't be able to walk after, much less spring from rooftop to rooftop. As if she read his mind, Catwoman bit her lip and grinned. Batman was so easy to tease, sometimes...and so worth teasing.

Then she stared down and gently caressed Lois Lane's face. She wondered, not for the first time, what decisions that Lois had made during her night out that had led her to this place. Then she noticed the green that swirled ominously in the whites of the reporter's eyes...and Catwoman swallowed hard.

"Drive faster, darling."

Batman pressed his foot down on the gas...and what happened afterward? Well, that is another story.