End: Lois Lane Is Super-Fucked

"Oaogh," Lois Lane tried to mumble through blistered lips. Her face was puffy, eyes swollen shut. Vivid red bumps covered most of her body, especially her thighs and breasts, the nipples swollen over twice their size, and covered with little yellow blisters. Pussy and ass were a vivid red maw, weeping a pale fluid where, in the heat of coitus, some of the blisters had burst, and if anyone spread her grossly swollen labia wide, they would have seen the line of blisters go deep into her birth canal.

"You've got the epi-pen, right?" Harley said. She was holding the reporter's legs apart while Poison Ivy straddled her. The red fur of the plant-woman's pussy rubbed hard against the inflamed cunny, a golden honey, thick with Ivy's pollen, oozing down to pool around the reporter's cervix.

"I've got something better than that," Ivy said. She reached out a hand...and a fine handed her a syringe with a green vial.

"Is that the stuff you used on me, Red?" Harley asked.

"Hmm-hmmm," Ivy said. "With this, Lois should be immune to almost all of my plant-based toxins."

"Gee, that's nice of you," the clown princess smiled.

"Well, I am grateful. She did help us knock you up afterall. And I'd hate for our new fuckpet to die of anaphylactic shock before we had a chance to really thank her."

Lois managed a moan as the needle sank into one of her buttocks. The sharp pain was a contrast to the maddening, burning itch that seemed to consume her entire body.

"But y'know, Red...I haven't done anything proper for her yet. I gotta do something nice for our new friend." Harley Quinn said.

Lois shuddered. She had no idea what the villain had in mind, but she was almost certain she wouldn't enjoy it.

Though less certain than she would have been at the start of the night.

Looking back on things, the reporter wasn't sure how she had ended up here. Detoured from her mission, she hadn't found the missing women. Just this cavern full of marijuana and strange plants and Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn and...

Something pressed against the reporter's pussy. Something big and hard, blunt and smooth.

"I did this robbery with Mister Jay," Harley said. "And we were in a plane, and we were supposed to skydive, but I didn't really want to jump out. So Mister Jay, he took this baseball bat and said either I jump out of the plane, or he'd shove this right up my See-You-Next-Tuesday!"

"So," Ivy said, holding the reporter's knees apart. "Did you jump?"

"Oh sure," Harley said as she pressed the bat forward. "Everyone jumps...at first."

Lois jumped. Ivy's ass was pressed against her chest, so the reporter could scarcely move, but even in her terrible state, she squirmed and struggled as Harley Quinn pressed her lubed-up baseball bat against the reporter's cunny...and then the eyes nearly bulged out of her swollen sockets as slowly, achingly slowly, Lois felt her pussy give way to the villain's muscle...and Ivy's tongue licked at the reporter's clit...and...

The serum that Ivy shot her with must have started taking effect. That was the only explanation the reporter could think of for why the burning, itching, and swelling was subsiding...and why her pussy was so wet...the pink curtains of her labia stretched taut around the bat. Ivy's lips sucking on her little clit, and now it felt...really...quite good.

Of course, even Ivy's serum couldn't work magic. It would take hours for the swelling in the reporter's face and pussy to subside, for the rash to clear up, the blisters to shrink back down as her body's changed metabolism processed and broke down the toxins. Hours in which Harley Quinn gently worked the bat in deeper and deeper, stretching out the reporter's cunt bigger than she thought possible. In which Poison Ivy sat on the reporter's face and slaked the reporter's thirst with a burst of hot juices from her cunny.

Hours in which Lois lost count of how many times she spasmed and shooked, silver stars dancing before her eyes as her thighs squeezed tight, pussy bucking as she heaved and jumped on the massive chunk of wood crammed into her cunt, Harley and Ivy licking her pussy and clit.

Until at the end of the night, Ivy and Harley had to drag the reporter away from the greenhouse toward their own bed, the baseball bat so firmly wedged inside of her that they just left it there, determined to pull it out in the morning...and Lois Lane's night out ended as she was squeezed between two naked, horny, exhausted women, utterly sure that her pussy would be left gaping and ruined for all men...

...and strangely okay with that.