Lois Regains Her Ability To Move

A rough tongue slid in between the reporter's thighs. She grimaced in disgust at this most intimate invasion...and then realized she could grimace. The reporter blinked, turned her head. Careful to lay still so as not to alert her attacker, the reporter quickly took stock of the room and her situation.

The room was small, dark, lit only by the roar of the furnace, from which a dull heat and a constant burning smell emanated. She rested on a filthy mattress. The rest of the room stacked high with well-thumbed pornographic magazines, enough to bury a man in. Crusty socks littered the floor, some stiff and apparently fuzzy with mold. On a sort of shelf just above the reporter's head, she saw a number of butt plugs of impressive size, some of them glass and cracked, others metal and rusted.

The man between her legs was tall, broad, well over two hundred pounds, and with a face that would cause a mother to get a full-spectrum series of shots against whatever they could inoculate her against. They were only in their thirties, but already mostly bald, and Lois felt a greasy beard rasp against her pussy lips. and thighs.

Slowly, carefully, her arm rose. She grabbed the largest and heaviest of the butt plugs...it was metal and weighed at least three pounds, and was caked in dried lube. Her hand could not close around the base, and Lois Lane wondered at what long hours of determined ass-stretching must have gone into making it fit into any human body.

He raised his head...and for the first time, Lois Lane saw his penis. Warts ran down the length of it, crisscrossed by scars, odd lumps, and weird little pustules. Instinctively she brought the butt plug down hard on his left temple. A terrible shock ran up her arm and he collapsed onto his side. A yellowing ooze spurted from his terribly misshapen cock, and Lois Lane could not convince herself that it was the ****-ejaculation.

She stood up, still wearing her costume. Dropped the bloody butt-plug on the bed, where the stains would soak in with all the others. There was dirt on her hands, feet and ass, and she dearly wanted to find some soap to rinse out her pussy.

But...she was free now. Poison Ivy thought she was dead, no one knew she was here...there was a chance that Lois could figure out who was behind all this and where the missing women were!