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Livewire lay on the bed, wet, short-circuited. Utterly helpless.

Lois Lane's lip curled a little as she rubbed the bare, hairless pussy. It hummed like a generator, hot like the bottom of a laptop. The reporter pulled the pussy lips open wide, and the pale blue-white insides glowed like a neon light. The tip of the blunt syringe found the opening to her pussy...and Lois pushed it forward.

The pale body began to hum. Lois tasted ozone in the air. The reporter could feel the static electricity building up, the hairs on her arms rising as she slid the semen-loaded syringe deeper into Livewire's pussy. Lois drank in the sight, every detail, as the pussy began to glow brighter...and then, deep within, she felt the tip of the syringe hit some unseen barrier.

Perhaps it was that Lois Lane was drunker than she thought, her inhibitions lower. Or that her curiosity had a crueler turn than most guessed. All Lois knew is that her body quivered with erotic excitement. Nipples hard, pussy wet, sweating gently as she pushed and prodded, trying to get the syringe in a little deeper...and when she was content it was as far in as it could go, the reporter's thumb went to the plunger.

**** might have been the motive. Doing until Livewire what she had tried to do to Lois Lane. Yet the reporter knew, as her thumb pressed on the plunger, pushing all that accumulated sperm into Livewire's pussy, that she felt like Dr. Frankenstein felt, waiting for that lightning bolt.

"I want you to swell up with a bastard, you evil slut," Lois Lane whispered. "I want life! I want to see your belly grow, week after week, your whole fucking life sidelined as you figure out how to care for your fatherless child. And I wish I could be there in the hospital, after you push that wriggling bastard out, with another syringe full of semen so I could make you do it all over again!"

Livewire shook, her body arching, small coruscating sparks arcing out from her body. Lois stepped back...but the villain went limp again. Her whole body pulsed faintly, glowing deep within. The reporter grinned maliciously and left the syringe plugging the hole, where the semen would do the most damage.

Lois Lane did not find the missing women that night. Her little stunt with Livewire had taken too much time, and security was looking for her. The reporter had, in the end, had to escape by the skin of her teeth and call for help. The Justice League found Livewire where Lois had left her, but there was no trace of the rest of the operation.

It was several weeks later that Superman told Lois Lane that Livewire had escaped...shortly after the villain's first pre-natal appointment. A terrible warm feeling had filled Lois Lane, and she had waited until Superman was gone before locking herself in the bathroom and rubbing her pussy mercilessly, biting her hand to keep herself from screaming. It was terrible...what she had done was terrible...but no amount of guilt could overcome the fact that impregnating Livewire had been the erotic peak of the reporter's life.

At least, so far. It would turn out that Lois Lane's night out would have far-reaching consequences for both her and Livewire...but that is another story.