Stimulate Her Pussy

"There now. Not so bad, is it?" Poison Ivy patted the bound reporter condescendingly on the knee. "It will take a couple of hours for the roots to attach to your nervous system. In the meantime, we need to make sure the control spud is well-watered...which means you need to be well-stimulated. So my minions will take their turns licking your pretty pussy."

The smile with its smeared lipstick widened. "You should enjoy it, Lois. There's nothing you can do to stop it now. A few orgasms will neither help nor hinder. All they can do is make you feel good."

The bound reporter wanted to say something...anything...but she couldn't move a muscle as Ivy turned and left her there...with the three young people that Lois had played the drinking game with.

Mac and Jorge looked at her oddly, their faces blank, posture stiff...but Aimee with her dyed green hair immediately positioned herself between the reporter's legs.

"So...what do we do?" Mac said. "Just take turns?"

"Get your cocks out," Aimee said. "We can do pretty much anything we want with her, until Ivy comes back."

The young woman pressed her lips against the reporter's clit. Lois Lane felt oddly disassociated from her body, between the toxins in Poison Ivy's lipstick and all the **** she'd consumed. Her violet eyes widened in fascination as Mac and Jorge pulled down their pants, and perfectly ordinary cocks emerged.

"You think the same thing is going to happen to her as the others?" Jorge asked. He had moved behind the reporter's head and, without further ceremony, laid his cock and balls on her face. Lois Lane blushed as the warm, soft, unwashed undercarriage rolled against her forehead, eyes, and nose.

A hard thumb pried the reporter's jaw open. Mac began to feed the rubbery head of his cock into Lois Lane's mouth.

"I dunno, man. Either way, she's fine. Wouldn't mind hitting that..."

Lois Lane moaned as Aimee spread her labia further, the small pink tongue licked all along the edges of where the control spud had been jammed into her pussy, which made Lois tingle...and as she faced the three-fold sexual ****, she wondered what had happened to the other test subjects...

...and then she found out.