Chapter 9 by Zeebop

Does Lois go along quietly with Poison Ivy?

Yes, If Only To Hide Her Embarrassment At Having Pissed Herself On The Dance Floor

The reporter hung her head so her hair hid her face. The jeers, the disgust and amusement of the crowd, rang in her ears as Poison Ivy led Lois Lane away from the dance floor. Lois Lane's face burned with shame and embarrassment, and with every step she could feel that warm liquid trickle out of her pants.

Ivy was right there next to her. Not speaking, just guiding Lois through a door, down a hallway. Making sure to maintain skin contact with the reporter's wrist, her neck. Until the bare concrete gave way to a light green tile. Lois sniffed, looked around, and saw they were in some kind of communal shower area...only with four towering potted plants in each corner of the room, the waxy green leaves extending to the ceiling.

"It's more humid in here," Ivy said, as if reading the reporter's thoughts. "Good for them. I still move them outside to get sunlight, during the day. Now..."

She snapped her fingers. The four great plants shivered...and then bright green tendrils shot out. Each one seized one of the reporter's limbs, and as Ivy stepped back they drew taut, lifting the reporter into the air, spread-eagled.

Ivy pulled out a pair of scissors. She smiled as she began to cut the clothes off Lois Lane's body. Working the blades into the sleeves and pants legs. The cold metal slid across the reporter's skin.

"You're absolutely soaked," Ivy said, as she slowly dismantled the reporter's crotch-coverings, piss-soaked panties falling to the floor. "What an utter mess. Do you have anything left in the tank?"

The reporter's heart thundered as Ivy touched her clit...and Lois Lane's body convulsed, a tiny yellow squirt dribbling out of her pussy.

"Disgusting," Ivy said, with a smile. "Maybe what you need is..."