Spoiler (Stephanie Brown)

Poison Ivy led Lois Lane into the next room, an old steam room of stained red brick walls and solid concrete floor, interspersed with metal poles and pipes, various marks and holes on floor and ceiling showing where the machinery had once been. Tied to a surviving pole was a slim, female figure in a purple and black costume...the reporter caught a flash of blonde hair beneath the purple hood and cloak. Lois could see that the costumed figure's hands and feet were bound by woody blocks that somehow looked like they had grown around the hands and feet. The utility belt and various weapons were laid out on a table at the other end of the room.

"This one calls herself Spoiler," Ivy said. "One of Batman's little helpers who came sniffing around. A little on the young side..."

"I'm nineteen!" the captive caped crusader said.

"...but legal," Ivy said. She gestured from the naked reporter, who stood there with the wooden plug inside of her, the wooden strap on jutting out ahead of her hips, to Spoiler. "Fuck her. I'll take notes."

As if to emphasize this point, the plant-based villain unfolded a metal chair and took out a clipboard.

Lois wanted to hesitate. Her mind was awhirl, body hot. She could feel her pussy leaking out down her thighs. With a jerky step, she moved toward Spoiler...who spun around the pole, her ass away from Lois Lane.

"Don't touch me!" Spoiler said, her eyes fierce, muscles bunched.

"I...I can't...stop..." Lois said as she stepped closer. The reporter felt like a voyeur trapped in her own body, watching her arms reach out for the young woman who did all she could to spin outside of the reporter's reach. "Ivy...**** me..."

"Fight it!" Spoiler said. "You have to fight it!"

Lois Lane's hand went to grab her, and the caped crusader spun away—but there was nowhere to run, really. The reporter's hand seized on the purple cape, and Spoiler's next words were cut off as Lois yanked it back with all of her strength, gathering up the cloth, pulling that ass near to her...without the utility belt they were loose around the hips...

...and that was the key moment. Lois could feel her heart hammer as she pulled Spoiler's cape back with one hand, and yanked her pants down with another, exposing a shaven pink slit and a clean, recently-washed asshole.

"Get on with it," Ivy said, as she tapped her pen against the edge of the clipboard. "She's wet already."

"I'm sorry," Lois whispered as she lined up the tip of the wooden cock with one of Spoiler's holes.