A Control Spud

It looked like a potato. Except it was smoother, more perfectly shaped than any potato that Lois Lane had ever seen, almost like an oblong brown egg, slightly flattened on the sides and tapering to a rounded point.

"When I was in Arkham Asylum the last time, Harley Quinn got talking about amusing things that were found in people's orifices in emergency rooms. That kind of talk is popular in prison; it helps pass the time," Poison Ivy said as she kissed and licked the tuber's eyes.

"One of them caught my imagination...a woman who had tried an old folk recipe for a prolapsed uterus. She had jammed a potato up inside herself, to hold things in place. Except she had let it go too long, you see. By the time she had gotten to the emergency room, the tuber had sprouted, and roots were dangling out past her labia."

Lois Lane groaned. Her body felt hot, her pussy on fire...and then she felt the slim, smooth bulk of the spud pressed against her pussy lips.

"Now if you could control that behavior...well, there are a lot of nerve connections in the vaginal canal. By releasing the right neurotoxins, I could take control of the autonomic nervous system...and then they would be my puppets. Of course, it took a few tries before my control spuds were ready...those women you no doubt came here to find, they were my experimental subjects."

The naked reporter's hips arched as the spud hit its widest point, and for a moment the reporter thought it had stuck...that it was too big for her little pussy...but then Ivy bent down, her lips brushed the reporter's clit, and the reporter's whole lower body collapsed and went slack, muscles completely loose. The villain had no trouble as she slid the control spud the rest of the way in.

"You, Lois, will be the first woman to fall under my complete control!" Poison Ivy said. "And I have such plans for you..."

The reporter groaned. Her cunny felt so full...and more worrying than that, she felt a prickly itching from within. Something was happening to the control spud, now that it was in her body. The heat and wetness of her pussy had triggered something in its makeup, and Lois Lane could not even squeeze her muscles to expel it, until Ivy's last brush of lipstick wore off. Lois Lane was trapped there...and Ivy was far from done with her.