He Injects It Up Lois Lane's Ass

The thick mixture swirled together in the large syringe, like black milk. With gloved hands, the Scarecrow carefully lubed the thick, blunted tip.

"Just relax. you're a woman of the world. I'm sure this is nothing you haven't experienced before." He said.

The blunt nose of the syringe pressed against the tip of the reporter's asshole. She wanted to howl and thrash, but between the straps and whatever he had dosed her with, the reporter could barely move. In silence, she suffered the indignity of the hard plastic push past her sphincter on a cushion of lube...and then he began to depress the plunger, slowly sending the unholy cocktail of fear chemicals and whatever was in the bottle into the reporter's rectum.

It was cold. Lois Lane shivered involuntarily as the mixture flooded her bowels. The worst part was that the Scarecrow couldn't stop himself from talking, as though he were a real scientist and not a madman.

"...an **** base, the integument of the colon will absorb the **** more directly, like the practice of 'butt-chugging' which you may have read about on the internet. You should begin to experience some of the effects immediately...increased bloodflow to the genitals, heart rate climbing, perspiration, horripilation...you may experience some loss of bladder control, that's perfectly normal..."

Lois couldn't stop shivering...but this time it wasn't from the cold liquid being pushed into her colon. The pressure was mounting there, the need to void causing her muscles to clench around the syringe. The hair along her thighs and arms began to stand on edge, and a weird, metallic taste filled Lois Lane's mouth as though she had been sucking on pennies. Her whole body seemed suddenly alive and tense, shaking as though with adrenaline, muscles pulling against the straps, nipples hard and erect.

His gloved hand pressed against her pussy, briefly and with the clinical unconcern of a veterinarian with some animal as he swiftly removed the empty syringe. Her pussy seemed to scream at even that slight touch, spurting hot liquid even as her ass instinctively clenched to avoid shitting herself in front of him, and pressed something small and hard against her asshole. Lois grunted softly as he screwed it into place.

Then his hands were gone, and Lois could feel something there, in her ass, plugging her up. She squeezed, but could not dislodge it.

"What...did you do...to me?" Lois said between clenched teeth.

"A simply suppository, to keep the toxin inside you where your system can absorb and process it. I stole a supply of them from a funeral home—they use them to keep the corpses from leaking, and I must admit I find them quite convenient. Don't worry, I'll remove it in six hours or so."

Six hours. Six hours for whatever demoniacal brew the villain had pumped into her ass to do things to her. Lois Lane could feel the cold seeping up as the liquid diffused into her lower intestines, shaking and shivering with emotion.