Lois Lane Starts To Pump Out Pheromones

The reporter sputtered and coughed with her tongue still buried inside Poison Ivy's honeyed asshole. Around her, she could feel the temperature climb as the crowd closed in...the music was nothing more than a bass vibration through the floor. As she began to sweat and squirm beneath Ivy's ass, the villain squatting on her face, the redhead's words came to Lois clearly.

"This is my honeypot formula. All those little chemicals that flowers use to attract bees...or a mammal might use to attract a mate. As it works its way through your system, you'll start to exude chemicals that affect humans like that. The scent of you will drive them to lust...and here you are, more than half-naked...exposed...under my control..."

Lois Lane shivered. She could imagine the onlookers closing in. Almost imagine the hands moving in toward her bare limbs. It wouldn't take long before someone pulled off her panties...then the pants would drop... The reporter had covered gang-rapes in her time. There was a pattern to it. Once someone started it, it was always easier for the next guy...and the next...and it wouldn't matter how much Lois fought and screamed, they'd bear her down by weight of numbers.

Cold fear formed a pit in her stomach, even as the heat built up in her body. She knew she had to leave...get somewhere safe...as she struggled for control, Lois began to pull her tongue out of Ivy's ass.

"Stay where you are," Ivy ordered. "Keep licking my ass. Swallow all of that sweet honey. Let it happen. Let them fuck you. That's an order."