Ivy Decides To Keep Lois

The gourd was still plugged into the reporter's rectum. Poison Ivy was hauling the reporter as the numbness spread down Lois Lane's limbs, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter staring over the villain's shoulder, barely able to see past the red hair in her face as they moved away from the growhouse lights and marijuana plants...but not to wherever Ivy was keeping the other women.

No, they went through a set of doors, and then another. Lois tried to memorize their route, as they crossed hallways and Ivy lifted her hand from the reporter's ass just long enough to punch a code into a door...and then they were in a room that looked like a surgical suite. Clean chrome and white tile, bright white light from the phosphorescent bulbs above, and Ivy finally pulled the reporter off of the gourd and laid her down on what felt like a padded table. A pair of scissors dispatched with what was left of her costume.

By this point, the reporter's limbs were slack. Even twisting her head felt like moving through molasses, and Lois couldn't even speak as the villain carefully began to strap the reporter's limbs down...and then brought forward other straps, across her hips, her chest above her breasts, and then her forehead.

"Silly little flower. You think I didn't notice that I missed?" Ivy said as she pulled the gourd out of the reporter's ass. Lois grunted, unable to express the brief pain...and the sudden sense of relaxation and emptiness as her ass began to slowly close, packed though it was with the plant-woman's pollen.

"Truth be told, I was so taken with your enthusiasm...my Harley never let me do anything with her nightsoil garden," Ivy began to fiddle with something out of Lois Lane's line of sight. "Which is why I haven't taken you to the nursery. Instead, I'm going to do to you...what I wanted to do to Harley."

The naked plant-woman came back into Lois Lane's viewpoint. She had a syringe in her hand, filled with some light green fluid. It almost seemed to glow...

"She balked when I told her what would be needed to...make her like me." Ivy ran an **** swab over the reporter's naked stomach, beneath her belly button. "But you...I think we're going to be very fruitful together, you and I."

The needle plunged into the smooth skin, three inches below the reporter's belly button. Lois Lane, bound as she was, could not see it but she could feel it. A single bright stab of pain, the needle pushing through skin, integument, muscle...and then to a part of her that Lois could scarcely feel, but she feared that it pierced straight into her womb.

"This is a derivation of the same toxins that connected me to the Green," the scientist said. "They are going to remodel your womb, to better germinate my seeds."

The needle was removed, though the pain of it remained. Lois glanced at it and saw that it was empty, the tip crimson with blood. Her heart was beating faster as Ivy put a bandage over the small wound...and Lois shook with trepidation as she heard the madwoman fiddle with other things. There was...something inside of her. Whatever Ivy had injected. Lois wondered if it was just her imagination, but she could almost feel it starting to burn.

When she returned to the reporter's vision, she had two syringes...one in each hand.

"Can you guess where these are going, little bud?" Ivy grinned.