Maria Objects!

"Hey!" Maria yelled from underneath Lois Lane. "She's supposed to buy my birth control! You can't memory-zap her until I got my morning after pill!"

"Slut," Mercy Graves growled. "I don't care if you got your skank ass knocked up. You're bait, and if you want to get paid you're going to shut up and wriggle while Lane here pumps a baby into y—"

Lois grabbed Maria by the shoulders and spun. The move caught the distracted bodyguard by surprise, her boot slipping off of the reporter's ass. The barmaid's legs caught Mercy's ankle hard, and the bodyguard slipped to the floor—surprised, but in control of her fall. Caught herself on one knee.

The reporter grunted with effort as she sat up, Maria clinging to her, throbbing cock still lodged in the tight pussy. Mercy was lurching forward, ready to rip the reporter's breasts off...and totally unprepared for the vibrating red rabbit in Lois Lane's hand, the red kryptonite within glowing.

For a moment, Mercy hesitated. That was all the time Lois needed to shove the small sex toy in the bodyguard's mouth. With a supreme effort, the reporter pushed herself and Maria forward, falling on top of the half-prone bodyguard, Lois Lane's hand still clasped tightly over Mercy's mouth.

They went down hard, Mercy on the bottom, twisting her head this way and that to try and dislodge Lois' hand. Maria was in the middle, still getting fucked, clinging onto Lois for dear life and not sure what was going on. The struggled like that for a long minute, Mercy's arms pinned beneath her, unable to lift the combined weight of the two women, unable to dislodge the glowing toy.

Lois smiled. She was, quite literally, back on top.

"Why so serious, Mercy?" The reporter hissed, staring the bodyguard in the eye. "I mean it's not like Luthor would give his own bodyguard the same treatment, right? He had no intention of turning you into a fat-cocked dickgirl, did he?"

The reporter's smile was wide and nasty as Mercy's eyes went wide.

"What is going on!?" Maria sobbed.

"Well, if my suspicions are correct," Lois licked her lips. "You're about to get double-teamed."