Lois Lane Is Stripped and Fucked

It was as though the crowd had gone rabid. Lois Lane couldn't even scream or fight back as they tore off what little remained of their clothes. Men, women, all of them crowded in close, their fingers wanted to stroke her skin, squeeze her small tits, lifted her up off the ground. The reporter, still under Ivy's control, couldn't resist as fingers pushed themselves into her mouth and pussy...could only grunt in discomfort as someone licked her ass.

The first cock didn't come as a surprise. Four fingers pried the reporter's pussy open as the prick shoved its was roughly inside. The heat of the bodies grew as clothes came off. People fought for space. To lick her face. To rub a cunny along the palm of her hand. Cocks thrust against her eyes and nostrils. Over all the grunts and moans, Lois Lane heard Ivy's laughter.

Something hot and wet spurted over the reporter's carefully-trimmed pubic hair. The cock slipped out of her, swiftly replaced by another. As the group fought for position, Lois was roughly handled. Nails scratched at her skin. Tugged painfully at her nipples. The air grew close, and Lois felt that terrible claustrophobia that is the absolute opposite of the desire to return to the womb. She wanted nothing but to wiggle free, to escape, to slither out from these rapistic gangfuckers before she went mad or they pulled her apart.

Yet over it all, Lois Lane could hear Poison Ivy's laughter. The redheaded bitch laughed as two men tried to cram their cocks into the reporter's pussy at the same time. Hot spurts of stinging liquid hit the reporter's eyes. Harsh hands gripped her hair and **** her head back, so a sour, hairy cunt could cram itself onto her mouth, even though the reporter could hardly breathe.

It was ****, madness...and Lois Lane was at the whim of a madwoman, a sadist enjoyed nothing more than her defilement, who saw people as nothing more than fertilize for her plants...and Lois realized with a shiver of cold fear that she could die here, like this, and there was no Superman to save her. Nothing for him to find except her violated corpse, if that.

Then, just as Losi felt despair close about her soul, something changed...

...and Ivy stopped laughing.