Monologue

Lois Lane wanted to scream, to groan, to buck her hips. Yet all she could feel was her penis throb into the warm, willing mouth that suckled on it. The excited, nervous extra intellect drained from her, and she welcome the simple return to normalcy without all the extra thoughts crowding her head.

Down below, the lips left her schlong with a wet smack. The reporter, still unable to move thanks to Ivy's toxic kiss, wondered what dastardly plan the villain had in store for her. Thus paralyzed she could do anything...Lois was completely ****.

What if she...sucked my brains out again!? The reporter heard her heart pound. Or fucked me into oblivion, totally unable to move! That would be...terrible...

"You know, I normally find that disgusting. It's why I prefer women," Ivy's voice came to her ears. "But did you know that your cum actually tastes a bit like chocolate?"

If she could have moved a muscle, Lois would have quivered with anticipation. She could feel her cock still painfully erect, pussy drooling. Her muscles, unable to move, were starting to ache...but somehow the thought of being taken advantage of in this state was so...exciting.

"Thank you for taking care of Luthor, by the way." The scientist said from somewhere to the reporter's right. "I'll be curious to see how long this state lasts...and my own heightened intellect. Yes, you were right about that. For someone so unused to genius, the sudden rush of ideas must have been overwhelming. No wonder you overplayed your hand."

Come on! Lois thought. Suck me! Fuck me! Do something except...oh shit...

"But I am already a genius!" Ivy let out a slightly maniacal cackle. "And now that I have added Lex Luthor's brilliance to my own, I can finally unveil my master plan..."

Goddamnit. The reporter sighed internally. She's started monologuing.

In all her years as an occasional damsel in distress, Lois Lane had never understood the villainous instinct to gloat and explain every detail of their plans once they thought they had you in their power. Granted, this time Lois Lane had to admit that Ivy had done a pretty good job...she could hardly move a muscle...

...or could she? Ignoring the particulars about Poison Ivy's plan—something about using anti-white kryptonite to cause the world to reverse deforestation on a global scale—and Lois began testing every muscle. After all, her current metabolism was Kryptonian-enhanced, right? If she could do something...anything...to get out of this, it was better than listening to that redheaded cocksucker talk about how smart she was...