Drag Mercy Into The White Room With Her

Mercy Graves sputtered, blue Bizarro jizz spilling from her lips. Lois Lane laughed drunkenly and pressed forward, kissing her again. The pair of them staggered into the White Room, and the door shut.

And locked.

Perfect white walls, floor, and ceiling, smooth as plastic. Panels began to glow, bright white stripes down the walls and across the ceilings. Mercy growled and tried to throw Lois off, but her resistance was fading as the reporter's tongue delved deeper into her mouth.

Then they were rolling on the floor, light almost blinding as they ripped at each other's clothes.

"Lane!" Mercy gasped as the two half-naked women continued to wrestle. "Stop! We have to get out of here, the room is activated automatically. Once the program starts it can't be turned off from the inside!"

"Program?" Lois said, groping for the bodyguard's pussy. There was a rip of tearing cloth. The shredded panties were flung out onto the floor, the reporter grasping at the bodyguard's legs to get at the exposed cunt.

"Kryptonite! We've both got Bizarro DNA in our systems. It can affect us..." Mercy's struggles to push Lois away were growing steadily weaker. "I feel dizzy..."

Lois licked her lips. She could still taste that rich blue jizz. It made her stomach tingle. Up above, a panel slid aside, and a black ball on a robotic arm descended. Mercy stared up at in horror just as Lois pulled off what was left of the bodyguard's clothes, giggling at seeing the other woman completely naked.

"Lois not horny," she growled. "Lois not want fuck!"

The room went red.