Complete Paralysis

Lois Lane sighed and closed her eyes as she felt the hot, wet mouth slide onto her erect cock. She moved her hand to grab the back of the woman's head, finally understanding why men always wanted to do that...

...except she couldn't move her hand.

Then, with increasing alarm, the dickgirl reporter realized she couldn't move anything. Her body was locked in its position, muscles completely frozen. The only thing that was moving was Ivy's mouth, sliding up and down her shaft. Lois could feel the woman's tongue on the underside of her cock, the wet schlurp-schlurp of her lips.

Her lips! The reporter realized, feeling like an idiot. In her haste to offload her excess intellect, Lois had forgotten about Poison Ivy's toxic kiss. The villainess had taken advantage of that momentary lapse.

Lois groaned inwardly as she felt the redhead's eager slurping. Now she faced the same fate as Lex Luthor...only this time, she knew what was coming. The dickgirl was stuck with the terrible anticipation, knowing that the next time she came, she might lose far more of her hard-won brains than she had intended.

As Poison Ivy redoubled her **** on the reporter's dick, Lois tried desperately to hold off her coming orgasm. Yet the excess intelligence was throbbing between her thighs, Lex Luthor's liquid intellect, distilled into genetic data, **** for release. The reporter wasn't sure she could handle it much longer...

...and the something warm, wet, and soft squirreled its way between her ass cheeks, a probing finger looking for her pucker. The reporter could feel her heart beating, but couldn't move a muscle, not even to clench her butthole tighter as the well-lubed digit pressed slowly but firmly into her rectum. In a minute, Lois knew the unique sensation of having a finger up her butt as a mouth sucked thirstily at her dick.

Then the finger found her prostate, and Lois came her brains out...all over again.