Ivy Has Only Begun To Humiliate Lois Lane

"Open your mouth, news-whore," Ivy ordered. "Cup your hands in front of your face!"

Hot, acrid liquid hit the reporter's face. The reporter coughed and sputtered as shoved her hairy labia against the reporter's hands, to aim the stream of piss at Lois Lane's open mouth. The smell and taste flooded the reporter's nose and mouth...it was like sticking her head into a toilet after it had been used, something Lois hadn't done sober since her university partying days.

"Swallow it!" Ivy insisted, as the steady stream died out to a dribble. Lois coughed, unable to keep from swallowing some of the urine as Ivy flexed her abs, to squirt out the last little bit. Her cupped hands were full of pale fluid, an oily rainbow sheen over the surface...and Lois watched her own hands bring that foul fluid to her mouth. Lips touched the hot liquor. It flowed over her tongue, and Lois couldn't even gag as she swallowed and swallowed, the hot liquid filth cut through her throat and formed a warm, nauseous pool in her stomach.

The villain's face was a mask of mad glee...but the embarrassed reporter was glad that it was over.

Except it wasn't.

"More," Ivy whispered.

Lois Lane couldn't hear the sound of zippers come down over the music, but she felt the air grow closer as men and women closed in around her. Soft pricks and pussies were suddenly aired, and the reporter flinched as a warm rain hit the back of her head, to immediately soak into her hair. The spray from a woman unused to pissing while standing up sprayed against her chest. Other streams of piss joined in, and Lois found herself on her knees, unable to bring herself to run as she was used like a public urinal.

Ivy licked her lips. She had only begun to humiliate the piss-soaked reporter.