Head-Butt

It had taken Lois a few minutes to pick the lock on the handcuffs...and not for the first time, Lois was glad she could pick a lock with a hairpin, left and right-handed, simultaneously. As soon as she was freed from the electrical paralysis, Lois Lane immediately sat up. She winced as her contracting abs **** the tip of the syringe to stab into her cervix, but the pain was worth it when her forehead hit the villain's nose with a bone-jarring crunch. Livewire, not used to such physical ****, fell backward...and collapsed.

With a curse, Lois plucked the syringe and its virile cargo out of her pussy. She was glad to see that the load hadn't been unleashed inside of her...and after she had unlocked the handcuffs about her ankles, she stared down to see Livewire on the floor, blood streaming from her nose, apparently solid and ****. Out of instinct, the reporter bent down and checked her pulse...and then thought better of it. If the villain was faking, the reporter would be letting herself in for a zap.

Instead, Lois dug out her smartphone and carefully angled its blank screen under the electrical villain's nostrils...and felt a sense of relief as she saw it steam up.

"Well, at least I didn't drive your nose up into your brain," Lois muttered out loud.

Quickly, the reporter dressed. Her pussy hurt, deep within, and Lois was sure she'd bruised her cervix, but there was nothing to be done about that...and in a few minutes the reporter was left with the question of what to do with the **** villain...and the syringe of semen from random homeless men.

Lois could almost hear the devil on her shoulder as she looked at the pale, electric-blue form...utterly naked...and thought what a fitting **** it would be to do unto Livewire what she was going to do to Lois. Another, more sensible part of Lois advised her to just drop the syringe and leave as quickly as possible. She still had to find those missing women, after all.