Random Homeless Men

"Your babies could have been Superboys and Supergirls," Livewire sneered as she brought forth a small cooler from beneath the bed. "Or the sons and daughters of billionaire geniuses like Lex Luthor. They could have had power and money and all the advantages in the world. But this cum?"

The electric villain held up a large plastic syringe filled with white substance. Lois struggled to move, but the last electric burst had left her temporarily paralyzed.

"We got this from the inner-city clinics in Gotham. Some black guys, Hispanics, Filipinos...they let the homeless guys donate, totally anonymous, as long as they're clean." Livewire smiled as she lubed up the head of the syringe, still smiling. "You're going to be knocked up with some completely random homeless dude's baby. Hell, your kids could have different fathers! And you're going to be a single mother, working to support them, and you're not going to have time to bother me or anyone else ever again. Because who's going to believe a knocked-up bitch like Lois Lane, doesn't even know the name of her babies fathers?"

Lois Lane wanted to speak. To beg her not to do it. One woman to another. Panic rose in her body, heart racing, as the hard tube of virile jizz pressed against her pussy. But the muscular paralysis was so complete that she couldn't even blink. Her cunt was clenched so tightly that even with the lube, Livewire was having trouble getting it into her.

"Fucking cocksocket...relax, will you? Give it up, this is happening!"

The reporter wanted to scream as she felt the pressure increase, but her cunt-muscles refused to yield, even when Livewire was painfully trying to screw the syringe into her cunny.

"Ugh, fuck this shit."

A spark zapped from the end of one blue-white finger to Lois Lane's knee...and just like that, all of her muscles relaxed, and Lois could breathe...and Livewire could shove that syringe deep inside of her pussy, right up against the entrance to her womb.