Batgirl

The helmet came off. Lois blinked, eyes adjusting to the light. The chair shifted, like a dentist's chair. It lowered itself. Nothing was restraining the reporter. She looked down at her naked cock, flaccid and somehow shrunken between her legs. Took a deep breath...

A noise caught her attention. Lois looked up.

A black cape faced her. It was a woman, bent over, in some kind of dark plastic stocks—a contemporary version of medieval **** advice. Her boots were clamped to the floor, held apart by a spreader bar. The captured woman turned...

A cowl with pointed ears, bright red hair.

"Batgirl?" The reporter lurched forward off the chair.

"Lois Lane?" The redhead said. "What are you doing here?"

"I...came here to investigate. Four women had gone missing, last seen in the club above..." She stepped forward to help.

"The club's a cover," Batgirl said, struggling. "Some sort of human experimentation involving Kryptonite. I got caught in a gas trap...they took my utility belt, but I have lock picks in the lining of my pants. If you can get them out."

"Yes! Of course!" Lois moved forward, a little embarrassed at being naked...and she wasn't sure how she was going to explain the dick to Batgirl. But once they were out of here, she was sure. The reporter moved the cape aside.

"Oh." Lois said.

Someone had written a single word on Batgirl's lower back, in silver sharpie: CROATOAN.

"Lois?" Batgirl asked. "What's wrong?"

Without a word, Lois watched as her hands pulled at the heroine's black pants. Grey underwear marked with a yellow bat-sigil underneath, covering the pert toned bottom. Lois pulled them down, exposing the pink line of the heroine's pussy, speckled with red stubble.

The reporter dropped to her hands and knees, cock instantly hard. Her mouth covered the pink pussy, tongue diving deep into the muff. She could still see the word, just barely, over the twin hills of the caped crusader's ass.

Batgirl bucked and twisted against this ****, but Lois Lane had her ass in both hands, tongue slurping madly at the pussy. Her erect prick was painfully hard, nostrils full of the sweaty scent of the young woman. Batgirl was saying something, but Lois wasn't listening, the words seeming to flow right over her.

The superheroine didn't stop fighting. Not even when Lois Lane stood up, brought her prick in line with that now-slick-and-ready-cunt—and shoved forward.