Yes, Lois Lane Is Compelled To Tell Poison Ivy That Spoiler Is Trying To Escape

"Are you trying to get free, Bat-slut?" Lois Lane said, loud enough for Ivy to hear. The reporter grabbed Spoiler's wrist and bent the blonde's arm back behind her back into an armbar. "There is no escape! You're a dirty slut and your ass is going to be torn open! It's all you deserve!"

There were tears in Lois Lane's eyes as she said the hurtful words. Between Ivy's compulsion and the heat of the moment, a thunderstorm of emotions swirled around the reporter's brain. Her body shook with the emotional strain. She wanted to apologize to Spoiler, to hold and comfort her. Yet her hips kept pumping, the wooden strap-on rubbed against her clit ever time she bottomed out in the heroine's ass.

"Trying to escape, my dear?" Poison Ivy tsked. "No, we can't have that. Not when you and Lois are getting along so well."

The villain circled around the captive Spoiler...who writhed as Lois Lane's hips kept pumping, cruelly pounding the young woman's ass like there was no tomorrow.

Ivy held up a small canister in front of Spoiler's face. The blonde tried to twist her head away, closed her eyes and mouth, but Ivy depressed the tab and a fine pink mist wafted full into the heroine's face. The villain smiled cruelly as Spoiler tossed her head this was and that, kicked out with her legs to try and upset Lois Lane's footing...but it was too late.

She had to breathe sometime.

Spoiler coughed, hacked, but Ivy never relented. She continued to hold the spray right up against the blonde's face, until the young heroine had lungfuls of it...until her eyes dilated and her lips went slack, a thin stream of pink drool oozing out of it...and then Spoiler half-collapsed against the pole, no longer fighting Lois Lane.

"Don't give up now, Bat-slut!" Lois Lane said, as tears dribbled down her face. She could see the pink integument cling to the wooden cock every time she pulled out, and knew the young heroine was near prolapse. Yet the reporter couldn't stop.

"Enough," Ivy said. "Let her go and pull out."

With relief, Lois Lane did so. The reporter panted, dripped with sweat, her abs and thighs burned from the unaccustomed exercise. Spoiler's asshole gaped for a moment, then seemed to half-collapse in on itself. Lois let out a sigh of relief.

The vines that held Spoiler in place retracted, so that the limp blonde held onto the pole, which was the only thing that held her in place.

"Now, give her the strap on," Ivy said. As soon as she said it, Lois pulled the toy off her body. Spoiler **** herself upwards and took it from the reporter's hands.

"I just gave her a very concentrated version of the same treatment I gave you, Lois," Poison Ivy said, and reached down between her legs to rub at her slit. "Now we'll see how much more potent it is. Lois...on all fours, ass in the air. Spoiler...fuck her with that thing until Lois Lane's ass is inside-out!"