End: She Is Right Behind You

A hand slid into place on the back of Lois Lane's neck. The reporter froze in place...and she never saw the black sparks that leapt from the fingertips to the pale skin. She only felt the strange and terrible current that ran through her body.

The women impaled on her fists felt it too. Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy flopped like fish out of water as the electric current pulsed through their bodies, their pussies clamped and spasmed uncontrollably as their brains were overloaded with pleasure...and when Angelica Blaze judged they had enough, she loosed her grip...and Lois Lane fell forward, ****, between the two supervillains. All three of them shook and spasmed in their sleep, as echoes of their terrible chain of climaxes worked their way out of their systems.

"You cunts are officially fired," Blaze said, though neither Harley or Ivy were conscious to hear it. "And as for you..."

Blaze aimed a kick at the reporter's exposed pussy. The toes slid into the juicy cunny, and Blaze wrinkled her nose at the surge of juice that squirted out over her naked toes.

"...I have a plan for all three of you."

Clark Kent was early to the Daily Planet offices that morning. The Khund invasion which had kept him off-planet all night had been handled, and he'd had time for thirty minutes of sleep, a shower, and a shave (using a curved Kryptonian mirror and his heat vision) all before dawn. So it was that he was one of the first to see the erotic tableaux in the lobby of the building.

Lois Lane, Harley Quinn, and Poison Ivy had been stripped naked. Nails had been driven into the wall, and handcuffs hung the three women side-by side, their ankles above their heads, their pussies and asses on display, ball gags in their mouth. To make their shame complete, the perpetrator had left signs about their necks:

FREE USE

DAILY PLANET'S GREATEST PUBLIC TOILET

POLLINATE ME

There was a flash as Jimmy Olsen took another picture with his smartphone. Clark Kent's hand fell heavily on the young man's shoulder.

"Jimmy...why don't you go get some of those Daily Planet t-shirts and sweat pants for our guests?" Clark Kent said. The redheaded photographer looked up at him. The hand tightened slightly, not enough to make Jimmy wince, but enough to communicate that more **** might be applied as necessary. "While I get them down."

Jimmy Olsen gulped. "Right...right away Mr. Kent!"

As the redhead scuttled off, Clark strolled over and fetched a hairpin from Lois Lane's head.

"Don't worry ladies...I can pick these locks in a minute."

He was as good as his word...and the three women stood there, naked, and coverng themselves as best they might. Clark had leant Lois his jacket as he undid the ball gags. The first word out of the reporter's mouth were:

"Clark...Jimmy...you should have made him erase the photos!"

Blaze grinned as she saw the photos had already been uploaded...and proceeded to share them. Spank bank material for tens of thousands of young men and women, she was sure. She sighed as her minions busied themselves with moving her operations to a new location. It was small enough ****, considering what Lois Lane's night out had cost her...but perhaps next time, Lois Lane might reflect on all the choices she had made this night, and act differently in the future.