Relaxation of Involuntary Smooth Muscles (Throat & Anus)

"Holy gaping newskank, Batgirl!" Spoiler said in awe. "She didn't require any prep at all! Just a little lube and whammo, fist city!"

Lois Lane, naked and bent over the examination table, her small breasts pressed into the chromed steel surface, moaned, grasping the edges of the table with white-knuckled hands as the blonde heroine's hand, dripping with lube, and wrist-deep in the reporter's ass, twisted around with ease. Pressing the reporter's ass firmly with her free hand, Spoiler began to pull and push her fist out of the reporter's anus, which made a loud, wet POP every time it pulled free.

"Fascinating," Oracle said. The redhead was older than Spoiler though younger than Lois Lane, dressed in tight-fitting athleisure clothes, a simple domino mask protecting her identity. She wheeled around the table with terrific grace, the muscles in her arms bulging and working with ease. Lois had no idea what kind of injury had put the woman in a wheelchair, but her body was still in incredible shape.

POP.

Poison Ivy, still bound and gagged, stared daggers at the three women from the confines of a clear tube.

POP.

"Amyl nitrate has similar effects, which is why it's used as a club **** to better facilitate sex—open your mouth, Lois," Oracle ordered.

POP.

The reporter obeyed...and was somewhat shocked when four fingers of the redhead's hand slipped into her mouth, fingers reaching back to touch the base of Lois Lane's tongue. To the surprise of them both, Lois didn't immediately gag or cough...not even when Oracle tucked her thumb into her palm and pushed forward. The reporter moaned around Oracle's hand as the fist tried to enter her throat, blocked only because of its size. The warm flesh inside of Lois made her shiver...filled fore and aft like that made her want to...

"Ew! She's pissing!" Spoiler said. She smacked the reporter's ass with her free hand, one fist still deep inside of her. "Dirty bitch!"

"No, she's not," Oracle said, staring into Lois Lane's eyes. "Her eyes are dilated, face flushed, body temperature elevated, salivating freely, nipples hard...she's squirting. Lois Lane just came. This is more than just some club ****...we should run a blood test and check for ginkgo extract, the chemical that triggers Elasticman's powers. I'll bet Lois Lane isn't just more suggestible...she's much, much more flexible as well."

"You mean...I can fist her deeper?" Spoiler said, the blonde rubbing and massaging the buttock she had just smacked by way of apology. "I mean, I've always wanted to see if I could get it up to the elbow..."

"Normally impossible," Oracle said. "But perhaps...if Lois is willing to try? Blink twice for yes."

The reporter's head was warm and muzzy. It was like her brain had been wrapped in a warm wet towel. She had thought she was recovering from Ivy's **** during the ride to the Bat Cave, but ever since Oracle had ordered her to strip and bend over the table, Lois had just felt...compliant. Like putty in the dominant woman's hands.

Lois blinked twice.

"Go ahead," Oracle told Spoiler, not bothering to remove her hand from the reporter's mouth. "But slowly...I want to watch her face as it goes in deeper..."