Chapter 13 by Zeebop

Stay with Lois Lane or follow Harley and Ivy?

Stay With Lois Lane

Poison Ivy's mistake was in underestimating Lois Lane.

Lois Lane, who had taken peyote with Native American shamans in New Mexico. Who had done a line with Snowflame in order to get her exposé on Intergang's ties with the Colombian cartels. Dropped acid to infiltrate the Joker's gang in Gotham. Used venom patches to expose a doping ring at a women's bodybuilding competition.

Lois Lane, who had developed a very high degree of tolerance to all narcotics, and learned to continue to operate functionally while tripping balls.

This is why, once Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy had left, the reporter busied herself with getting free, gracefully ignoring the way the walls seemed to melt and the shadows tasted like darkest chocolate imaginable. In truth, the vibrator duct-taped against her crotch proved a greater obstacle than whatever narcotic pollen Ivy had dosed her with. Vines, in the absence of Ivy's direct control, weren't great for entanglement: the plants were essentially passive, and didn't grow into complex knots. Most of her victims only strove to break the bonds instead of working to uncoil themselves.

So Lois writhed, her pussy squirming against the constant vibrations directed against her clit. Slowly working her way free even as her body rubbed and gyrated, the heat and anticipation building and building...

"Mmmmmhhh!" Lois moaned, long and loud, not bothering to try and contain herself as her body jackknifed. If Ivy had left any minions listening, they would expect a few moans.

So it was, half an hour and two climaxes later, the naked reporter finally untangled herself from the last of the vines, and pulled the wand off of her stomach, thumbing the switch.

Which just left the question...to rip the duct tape keeping the cum inside of her pussy off now, or leave it in place until later?