End: Lois Gets The Sperm, But Not Where She Wanted It

"That's it...work them titties..."

On her knees in a filthy alley, a mind-controlling potato plugged her pussy, and Lois had her arms together to squeeze her freshly-swollen breasts around the stiff brown cock of a security guard while Poison Ivy broke into WayneTech's sperm bank. The reporter bent forward, and her pink tongue scraped along the foreskin of the big black cock that rubbed between her boobs, circling the dark purple head.

This is really not how I imagined my night out going, Lois Lane thought soberly as her lips closed over the tip of the unwashed dick.

"Yeah...get it nice and wet...say, uh...I've never fucked a woman in the ass before. I know we just met and everything, but how 'bout it? Can I blow a load in your butt?"

Lois made an enthusiastic noise in her throat that didn't reflect what she felt. Ivy's control spud didn't allow her much of a choice in the matter. She'd been ordered to distract the guard, and she was doing it.

But if he'd just pull it out so he could fuck my pussy, I'd be free! Lois thought desperately.

"Damn, white women will do anything," the guard said absently, eyes closed as he pumped his hits, so the big cock squeezed between the reporter's tits and in and out of her mouth. His face looked young, despite the breadth of his shoulders. Definitely a football player in high school...or maybe a freshman in college. No steroids, though. The big brown dick that Lois drooled on hadn't shrunk any, she was sure. The guard was better-endowed than most of Lois Lane's past lovers. He looked down at her with soft brown eyes and said.

"So...um...gonna blow soon. Can you...turn around and let me stick it in? Please?"

It was the please that got to Lois Lane. The guard was young, but he wasn't a baller. Didn't call her bitch, didn't order her around. Just a horny young man who couldn't believe his luck that this absolute slut had rolled up on him and asked him for a fresh, hot load of jizz...

The reporter's mouth came off the tip of his dick with a pop. She gave him a toothy smile. "Sure, stud."

Lois Lane turned and pulled her minion-outfit down to expose her ass. She felt the warm hands of the guard pull her buttocks open to expose her little brown eye...and then he asked the question.

"What's that in your pussy?" The guard asked.

The reporter's heart leaped.

"A potato," she answered honestly.

"Oh," he said. There was a moment of silence, as if he needed time to process this information. Then: "Damn, white girls be freaky."

Lois Lane's heart sank as she felt his cock press against her asshole. The reporter instinctively tensed...and then, remembering the enema she'd had before she'd even started her night out, Lois **** herself to relax. Just bit her lip and leaned back as the guard slowly slid his spit-slick shaft up her butt. She told herself it was just the potato in her pussy that made it feel so big, so tight and full. But as the guard's hands shifted to grip her hips and pull more of her onto his stupidly fat cock, he muttered.

"Damn...so tight! Shit! Gonna squeeze my dick off!"

The spit wasn't quite enough. Lois grimaced as the guard pulled his dick back. Her ass burned, despite her best efforts, and he could feel it too. Not that it mattered. Young, dumb, and full of cum, now that he had his dick wet, the guard was determined to pump his load into the reporter's body...and thanks to the control spud, there was nothing that Lois could do was to lean against the wall, hang her head, and grit her teeth as he pumped that stupidly big dick in and out of her for what felt like forever.

Until Lois Lane heard the engine start up. She looked over and saw Poison Ivy load a cooler into the back of the truck. Lois panted, and the redhead turned and smiled. She gave Lois a thumb's up, made a gesture with her hand...and that was when the guard stiffened and spurted inside of her, as a leaf-shaped dart stuck in the side of his neck, to pump some mild narcotic toxin into his neck.

Lois waddled across the street, and pulled up her pants as she did so. Her asshole burned, and she could feel the guard's jizz leak out of the violated hole. Face hot with embarrassment, Lois realized she hadn't even gotten the guard's name. Ivy slid open the door, and Lois moved to the back seat, on her side, her anus too sore to sit down right now.

"You did great!" Poison Ivy said. "Keep this up and you'll be my best minion ever!"

"Of course, Mistress," the reporter said. "Anything to serve you."

The truck pulled away. Lois Lane laid down on her side, as hot cum dribbled out of her violated hole. Unseen, the control spud's thin green roots slid deeper into her vagina, to penetrate the walls and intertwine themselves deeper with her nervous system. The reporter couldn't feel that, but she knew that what had begun as a night out was swiftly turning into a new, ugly chapter in her life...as Poison Ivy's best minion.