Relax. Enjoy Yourself.

Lois Lane had all five of Ivy's toes in her mouth when the words hit her brain...and just like that, the tension drained out of her. Stiff limbs forcibly relaxed, the pressure in her back eased as muscles went limp, and her puckered asshole, squeezed tight, suddenly released to admit the probing spit-slick fingers. A pleasant light-headed euphoria suffused the reporter's body as she tasted the dirt beneath Ivy's foot on her tongue, and the club seemed to shift into soft focus.

Fingers pried open her tight ass, the little ring of muscle straining at the unaccustomed effort, and yet Lois Lane was in her little happy place, sucking on Ivy's foot. Hot gobs of spit slid into the depths of her ass, yet the reporter didn't care. She pressed her head forward, tongue sliding along the villain's soul just as the first cock pressed into the reporter's gaping shithole.

Ivy's lips curled upward in pleasure as Lois Lane moaned around the foot in her mouth. Grasping hands grabbed at the reporter's small breasts, pushed into her pussy, even as the first stiff cock pumped in and out of her asshole. The crowd roared in approval as hairy balls slapped against the reporter's pussy.

Lois didn't even care. Ivy seemed to glow like a goddess in the dark. Her toes tickled the back of the reporter's throat, and in that moment Lois Lane truly understood people with a foot fetish. The sensation of being a small and insignificant creature, utterly subordinate to someone else, and the terrible enormity of Poison Ivy's power over Lois was like being crushed under a weighted blanket. The stress of her regard was as much attention as a pathetic worm like her could ever hope for.

Then the cock pulled out of her ass...and Lois felt her body lifted up, legs pulled wide, ass cheeks spread. Stiff, leaking prick-heads pressed against the reporter's asshole. Three...no four, the men crushed together, ball to ball, all that stiff meat pressed against her asshole.

Ivy's eyes opened wide and almost seemed to glow. Her smile widened.

"Do it," the villain whispered, like a dark goddess condemning a doomed soul. "Break her ass!"