Chapter 11 by Zeebop

What does Lois Lane do to Poison Ivy next?

Lois Sits On Ivy's Face And Waters Her Plant

Lois Lane's lips curled into a sneer of sheer disdain. Harley Quinn's lips were open into a mindless moan of absolute need. Like a thirsty flower, begging to be watered.

"Villainous cunt," the reporter said. "I'll bet you saw me coming and thought it was your turn to kidnap Lois Lane. Is that right?"

She drew herself up along Ivy's pale body. Tangled her hands in Ivy's read hair. Sat on the villain's chest and stared down at her, like a gardener debating whether or not to pull a weed.

"All you fucking criminals. Treating me like garbage. Just a fucking poker chip in your little games with Superman. Well I'm not just Superman's favorite cooze. I'm Lois fucking Lane! The Daily Planet's greatest reporter!"

The reporter's voice dropped dangerously low. She moved up, her cunny pressed against Ivy's face, the little green nose buried in the carefully trimmed black pubic hair.

"I'm not your bitch, Poison Ivy!" Lois spat the name...literally spat, flecks of saliva peppered the pale green forehead, and ran down into Ivy's eyes. The reporter tightened her grip on the red hair. She pulled until Ivy's half-visible face showed evidence of pain. "You're mine. My bitch. My personal cunt to use and ****. My fucking plant that needs to be watered..."

The reporter's voice shook, and Ivy's eyes went wide. She felt the first hot trickle. Her tongue, which had begun to probe the reporter's slit, retreated.

"Yeah. You heard me. Open wide, cunt! I'm going to piss straight down your fucking throat...and you're going to swallow what I give you."

Lois Lane could not, from her position, see Ivy's pussy. Couldn't see the little spasm, the tiny squirt of fluid that burst forth uncontrollably. She couldn't see it, and she didn't care.

"Uuuuuuhhhh..." Lois Lane sighed aloud as the seal burst within her. She panted and closed her eyes as the hot stream of piss streamed out of her urethra...and beneath her, Ivy swallowed. Or maybe swallow was the wrong word. The villain's throat simply opened and the liquid waste swirled down the back of her mouth and straight down into her stomach.