Lois Wakes Up During The Procedure...But Can't Move

Her pussy hurt.

Lois Lane woke like a cat, completely conscious but not showing any obvious sign of it. She was immediately aware that she had been moved. Her ass rested on a cushioned chair, legs in stirrups, skin naked and cold. Awake though she was, the reporter felt a heaviness to her body and limbs, a chemical odor in her nostrils, that spoke of sedation.

Her pussy was wet. It dribbled over the lower lip, to drip down over the reporter's asshole.

The well-lubed cold metal speculum spread her labia painfully apart, the long metal prongs pushed deep into her birth canal. She was dimly aware of an ache, deep inside of her. Like a pin pricking the deepest part of her. The only time Lois had felt anything like that was during gynecology exams, or that time in university when she had been drunk and bruised her cervix with the rounded wooden handle of a toilet plunger.

A shudder went through Lois Lane's body as that pain, deep within, increased. Someone was spreading her cervix wider.

"When I allowed you to set up shop here, this wasn't part of the agreement," a voice broke in. Lois Lane didn't know that voice. Female, husky, with a trace of some accent she couldn't identify.

"She fell into our lap," Poison Ivy answered, her voice much closer. The reporter imagined if she opened her eyes, the redheaded villain would be between her knees, eyes focused on the reporter's splayed cunny as she did whatever she was doing to inseminate the reporter. "We agreed I could handle intruders in my own way."

"I had plans for Lois Lane," the other said, and now Lois could hear that the speaker had moved behind her. Hot fingertips touched he cold flesh of the reporter's face. "I was going to use her to humiliate the Kryptonian."

"Well Blaze, now you'll just have to settle for watching him get cuckolded by me," Ivy said. "If his perfect pecker couldn't do the pecking, my transgenic science can convert my own ovum into sperm...and in about forty weeks, Lois Lane and Harley Quinn are both going to bear my children."

"Oh, I'm not displeased," the woman named Blaze said, as her fingers shifted to the reporter's temples. Perhaps it was the cool air, but to Lois those fingertips felt blazing hot. "I can work with a knocked-up reporter. I just want to make a few adjustments of my own."

There was a tense pause.

"What kind of adjustments?" Ivy said. "I won't let you hurt her."