End: Call For Help

Somewhere in the background, Poison Ivy was waxing eloquent about turning Gotham City into a temperate forest using a kryptonite-powered laser. Lois Lane, meanwhile, was trapped in her rigid pose, cock quivering as she tested each and every muscle, seeing if she could move...something.

Lost in frustration, the reporter found herself grinding her teeth...her teeth! She wiggled a muscle in her jaw. Not much movement, just a little...but it would have to do.

Somewhere in the skies above Metropolis, Superman paused in his routine patrol. Down below, dogs began to howl. He frowned, aware of the cause of the disturbance. Super-hearing picked up...yes, it was a high-pitched clicking. Morse code!

...elp me Superman u r my only hope LL held captive...

Resolve hardened in the Man of Steel's face. Somewhere, a kitten was trapped in a tree; a tropical wave was headed for a remote Hawaiian island, a crippled alien spacecraft was trapped in a decaying orbit...but those could all wait. Now, he had to save the woman he loved.

A red-and-blue blur descended, crashing through concrete and steel, and implacable human missile. X-Ray vision showed him the safest, most direct path to the source of the broadcast. The building shook against the sudden shock, lights flickered, the crowd in the club panicked and began to leave...and in mid-monologue, Superman crashed through the building.

"Lois!" he said, then his eyes went wide. "You're naked...and hung!"

...get Ivy shes getting away...

In the blink of an eye, Superman blocked the doorway. Ivy bumped into his chest and bounced off.

"Whatever you did to her," he said, irises beginning to glow with their own inner light. "Fix it."

Poison Ivy's enhanced intellect considered the situation, but what it boiled down to was simple: red eyes take warning.

"I...um...I can un-paralyze her. I can't do anything about the other bit. It should wear off with 48 hours." she offered, walking backwards.

"Do it," he said.

The Man of Steel stood there implacably as Poison Ivy got down on her knees. The reporter's cock was painfully swollen, veins bulging, the purple head stiff and ready to explode. The plant-bedecked villain pursed her lips and planted a long, lingering kiss on the tip of that girlcock. Superman shifted his stance, trying to hide a sudden uncomfortable erection. Ivy removed her lips.

Within moments, Lois Lane could feel the toxin being counter-acted, muscles finally relaxing. Superman stepped forward as she swooned, catching her and wrapping her in his cape. Poison Ivy, meanwhile, was trying to tiptoe out of the now-unguarded door.

"Ivy," Superman said. She froze in mid-sneak.

"You're wanted on an outstanding warrant in Gotham. You're going to turn yourself in," he said firmly. "Or I'm going to root you out myself. Understood?"

"Got it," Ivy said. She took another step.

"Also, what's up with Lex Luthor?" He asked.

"He uh...might have had this idea of grafting Kyrptonian genetics on humans so that he could induce mutations using red Kryptonite," Ivy said. "And maybe got a little distracted when one of the mutations turned out to be sex-related. And sort of got his intelligence drained. It should only be temporary."

"Lex made me suck his cock," Lois murmured. "I didn't want to do it."

Superman's gaze hardened.

"Ivy," he said finally. "Can you secrete a toxin that chemically castrates the victim?"

The villainess turned back to look at the Man of Steel. Red eyes take warning indeed.

"Maybe..."

Within an hour, Lex Luthor was drooling in the back of a police van, his libido seriously diminished and his body's testosterone production blocked. The missing women were recovered, most none the worse for wear: they had believed themselves part of a long-running experimental **** trial. Poison Ivy was in a straight jacket, on her way back to Arkham Sanitarium. Smiling when she thought about the piece of anti-white Kryptonite she had managed to conceal in the usual place.

Superman and Lois Lane were floating above the city. She was still naked, except for his red cape. The reporter hugged it closer. It smelled of him.

"I saw your boner earlier," she admitted. It was a joy to watch him blush.

"Sorry, I...you don't see that kind of thing, where I grew up." He muttered.

"You know, we might just take advantage of this...unusual situation," Lois said, shifting her hips to brush the tip of her cock against his chest. "Fulfill a fantasy of yours."

"What if a...what if one of us gets brain-drained? I would hate to think of either of us as a mindless bimbo."

Lois smiled. That definitely wasn't a no.

"Have you ever heard of snowballing?" The reporter whispered.

All told, Lois Lane thought, as Superman settled onto her balcony, thinking of the events of the evening—and what was to cum—it had been a very successful night out.