A Human Guinea Pig

"I've needed a human subject for my experiments," Cheetah said. "Someone already exposed to the vampiric virus to test my serums on. You're going to be my perfect human guinea pig, Lois Lane!"

The reporter's eyes widened. "What? No! I won't—aaah!"

The defiance in Lois Lane's voice changed to a moan of animalistic ecstasy as Cheetah reached forward and crammed two fingers into the reporter's sodden cunny.

"You will," the feline villain said, her tail thrashing. "And what's more, you're going to love it."

Cheetah's fingers squirmed and thrust into the reporter's hypersensitive pussy, and Lois Lane could offer no resistance at all as the villain stripped and her. The reporter's shirt was torn into strips and used to bind her hands and feet; Cheetah stuffed Lois Lane's panties into her mouth and tied it there for an impromptu gag. In mere minutes, the naked reporter was heaved onto one furry shoulder, two fingers still ruthlessly stirring her dripping honeypot.

Lois Lane hated her helplessness. Her whole body flushed with embarrassment and unwanted sexual heat. Yet the fingers in her cunny drove her crazy. She wiggled and flexed as they left the elevator, not because she wished to get free but because her body wanted more. The reporter was prisoner to her own overwhelming sexual desires, and could barely keep track as Cheetah took them from the main hallway to a disused maintenance shaft, and then into the sewers...and at last, back to her laboratory.