She Goes For It

"It will be interesting to see how you react if there was the potential for your scenario to come true..." Lois stared at the dark eye-spots on the Scarecrow's mask as he released one arm to fiddle at his crotch.

The reporter's eyes widened, cold sweat pouring form her temples, hair on the back of her neck rising as she realized what he meant...and yet her pussy, still plugged up with the swollen bottle, was instantly wet at the thought of her lusty nightmare coming true.

There was a sound of velcro ripping—and then his manhood was out, limp and slender, pale and narrowing toward the tip like a raw carrot. Lois watched him stroke it into hardness.

"Normally fraternization is strictly off-limits to medical professionals," the supervillain's tone was dry and ironic, "however in this case, I think your treatment rather requires it."

A vision came to Lois then...naked, on her bed, alone at night. One hand cradling her swollen belly. Dark circles under her eyes, sheets damp and stained. He was coming tonight...as he did every night. The reporter didn't know when, or how. Sometimes he waited until she was just as the edge of consciousness, helpless in the grip of exhaustion, then emerge from some shadow...and he would be hard. Always, always hard. Ready to check up on his "experiment"...and Lois would be tired, too tired and scared to scream, reluctantly parting her legs, remembering with shame how it always ended like that, night after night...

Lois took a shallow breath...and realized she couldn't taste the fear toxin anymore.

Of course, the reporter thought, eyeing the stiffening cock, he's exposed. Doesn't want to dose himself.

That was all the opening that Lois needed. Without a word, she drove her knee up between the Scarecrow's fork, almost imagining she could hear the "pop" as she drove his testicles up into his abdomen. The mask hid his expression, but the scarecrow man moaned and released his remaining grip...and then Lois was running, out of the alley, into Suicide Slum. Uncaring of where she was going, except that it was far, far from him.

Yet no matter how hard he ran, Lois couldn't stop thinking about how badly she had wanted it.