Lois Is To Orgasm

A vine descended from the ceiling, and with Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn holding the reporter's arms and legs together, it slid down and around Lois Lane's wrists and ankles. So that the reporter hung suspended from the ceiling, roped like a calf, her ass up so that none of the Caped Crusader's semen would escape her pussy, dark hair hanging limp until it brushed the floor.

"You know, I've used certain plant-based compounds to induce ovulation," Poison Ivy said. "And we've inseminated her. But if we want to make sure she really does give us a little Bat-Baby, we should make sure her womb accepts his sperm."

Harley ran a finger over the soles of the reporter's feet, enjoying how Lois wiggled.

"So, keep her elevated. Like those pillows and stuff. Maybe we should plug her up, make sure she doesn't leak?" The Clown Princess of Crime said.

"I was thinking we'd make her cum her brains out...without letting her leak," Poison Ivy said.

"Ooh...I got an idea!" Harley Quinn said, bending over backward and crab-walking out of the reporter's sight.

Ivy dropped into a crouch. She pulled off the gloves, and let her bare skin touch the reporter's face. Lois Lane stared up at her, wondering what chemicals were permeating her skin.

"You wouldn't know it," the redhead said softly. "But we both appreciate this. It's not always easy, you know, with Harley. She's like a child herself in so many ways. I love her, and she loves me, but even if either of us could have children, neither of us is really...safe. You, on the other hand, are a picture of perfect health and fertility. I'll bet you don't even use ****. Which is why I'm feeding you a very special all-natural high..."

Green mist had enveloped the reporter's face. Lois Lane's irises had grown huge, Ivy seeming to have zoomed in her vision, especially the villain's breasts. Soft fingers, earthy and bitter as salad greens slid into the reporter's mouth, feeding her a cocktail of cannabis, opium, a little peyote...

On the other end, Harley Quinn had returned...with a Hitachi wand and a roll of duct tape. Lois Lane shivered as the heavy tape closed off her pussy, all except her clit, trapping Batman's sperm deep inside of her...and then the wand was balanced on her stomach, the massive soft head pressed directly against the reporter's clitoris, the handle taped to her abdomen. It was so long that the end of it, bulging with some homemade battery pack that could last for hours, nestled between Lois Lane's breasts.

A flick of the button, and the most intense vibration of Lois Lane's life buzzed straight through her clit.

"She'll be high for hours," Ivy said. "A few dozen orgasms, and conception should be guaranteed. Why don't we let Lois have her privacy and go have our own fun?"

Harley Quinn slipped her hands around Ivy's waist...and then with a whoop and a surprising show of strength, lifted the green-skinned woman up and sat her on her shoulders.

"Yer right, red!" Harley said, tottering away from the trapped reporter. "Let's celebrate!"