Talia al Ghul

The hours that followed were a blur. Lois Lane realized that Blaze's concoctions had weakened her more than she thought; her soft body was useless as she struggled against the attendants as they pulled her off the table and **** her into a dog crate, so small that her fat, leaking tits scraped against the floor. A thick padlock secured the tiny metal bars of the door.

The crate was loaded into a truck.

Lois strained against plastic of the crate. Her fingers poked through the bars of the door, and sought a way to undo the latch, or pick the lock. Even though she could not spell escape, the former reporter knew she wanted it. Needed it. Scrunched into that tight space, with her tits aching awfully from their **** growth and milking, Lois wanted out...

...but they arrived at Gotham without incident.

Tears streamed down the reporter's face in utter frustration. Blaze noticed as her minions unloaded the crate. Her thumbs reached through the bars and ran down the reporter's cheeks.

"Now, now. Nobody likes a sad cow."

A tall, stately woman with dark hair, impossibly fit and imperious stood in a kind of goretex bodysuit by a pier and waited for Blaze. Lois recognized her...Talia al Ghul. The head of the League of Assassins.

"Demon," Talia said, with the slightest trace of an accent. Her eyes flicked toward Lois Lane. The dark woman dropped in a squat to stare into Lois Lane's eyes through the bars of the cage. There was a hint of recognition in those dark eyes. "The merchandise...was there any difficulty in acquiring it?"

"None at all," Blaze said.

"Fertile?" Talia asked. One finger pushed through the cage and poked Lois in the breast, hard enough for a white droplet to ooze out of an aching nipple. Lois grabbed for the finger, but missed.

"Guaranteed," Blaze confirmed.

The assassins lips moved. Lois said nothing, her diminished brain struggled to pierce together the sounds silently...and then she got it.

Wait. Be quiet.

Talia stood back up, her attention gone from the reporter. She held up a small bag. "Very well. Your fee."

Something clinked as the soft bag settled into Blaze's outstretched palm.

"A pleasure doing business with you," Blaze said. Her knuckles rapped on the top of the cage one last time. "Now be a good little cow."

Lois watched Talia, Talia watched Blaze leave. There was a tension in the air...like scorpions circling each other...but then the moment passed.

"Take her onto the ship. Get her ready."