Lois Smash!

Lois Lane brought the dildo-bat down in an arc, reducing the nearest finger-sized sperm to a white paste. She raised the Penetrator in both hands and gave vent to a scream of unbridled rage, slamming it back down into another writhing mass. Her arms were a blur of movement, whole body tensing as the sex toy flashed and smashed, cracking tile slithering sperm constantly moving forward in a single-minded desire to impregnate.

A red haze seemed to cover the naked reporter's vision, a single-minded fury from deep within finally finding release. She danced among the swarming spermatozoa, breasts bouncing, weapon flashing, tiny wriggling bodies exploding...and still they came on, hundreds or thousands of the finger-sized slitherers. No matter how many she destroyed, more seemed to come on, aiming for her legs, the most eager ones somehow jumping up to three inches in the air, only to be splattered aside by the deadly purple weapon in her hand.

The battle of the bathroom went on for several terse minutes, Lois spinning and hitting, trying to keep moving, feet slamming down on top of the smallest piles but never remaining in the same place for more than a fraction fo a second, or else they would leap up onto her and begin to crawl up her legs toward her **** cooch.

It was a frantic, effort, the nude reporter pure **** in motion. Yet such was the intensity of her **** that within minutes her panting battle-dance slowed, the bathroom a Pollack-painting in grey-white jizz, and the panting reported switched from berserk, chaotic attacks to a more calculated, hunting posture. Now she aimed carefully, eyes ever alert, the sperm-swarm thinned, the tiny wrigglers constantly moving but with less to smash each moment.

In time, the bathroom was still.

Adrenaline pumping, pulse thundering in her temples, Lois scanned the floor, forcing herself not to do so too quickly, lest she miss one. Her breathing slowed, sudden weakness flooding her limbs, the pit of her stomach. She wanted to puke, but **** herself to prod the larger piles of goo with the tip of the Penetrator, searching for any hint of movement...