An Offshoot of the League of Assassins is Specializing in Sex

"There's been a splinter in the League of Assassins," Cheetah said. "One of Ra's Al Ghul's lesser-known children, or maybe a cousin or niece or something, built their own organization, the Masked. They recruit people who won't be missed, get them addicted to **** and sex, break them down and rebuild them as perfect prostitutes, then use those skills to get close to their targets and kill them."

The cat-woman's whiskers flinched as Lois spread the goo over the shallow cut...and Lois saw another, deeper cut on the villain's thigh. The reporter grimaced as she used water from the sink to wash the blood from the fur around the wound...and as she rubbed the anti-bacterial gel into the cut, she saw that the wound was still oozing slightly. The reporter grabbed a roll of bandages as she asked a question.

"That makes sense. I knew some women went missing at the club—so maybe they've been recruited?" Lois said as she wrapped the white cloth around the furred limb. "But what's your connection?"

Cheetah leaned back, and spread her legs a little wider. Lois became aware of a smell...not an unpleasant one. Musky, exotic. A little bit like the ambient odor in a women's changing room at the gym, that sort of burnt-in funk of sweat and human smells, not nasty but sort of...lived in. Lois blinked, suddenly losing her train of thought...and then she slid the staples into place to hold the bandage, and her eyes slid over Cheetah's body, looking for more wounds...

...and stopping when she saw the villain's pussy.

The tawny fur was thicker down there, which normally hid her slit from view...but now it was almost as if the pussy had turned inside out, the labia swollen so much that the mons stood out, the slit gaping open, showing the bright pink, dripping insides.

"They've been trying to expand into metahumans. I was captured. They tried to indoctrinate me. Didn't work. Figure out ways to maximize my abilities. That part worked. They figured out I go into heat, like a cat. When I do, I emit pheromones. Attract men and women. But it's come at a cost. Whatever they did to me, I'm always in estrus now. I...need...to get fucked..." The admission of the last words seemed to hurt her, but then Lois realized that Cheetah was panting, her pink nipples sticking out hard and erect, her odd cat-like pupils dilated.

One hand shot out and grabbed the back of the reporter's neck. Lois only struggled for a moment before her face was jammed into that hot, squishy, swollen cunt. Gasping as the pussy juice splashed her eyes.

"They...experimented on me like an animal. Kept me in a cage. Would have made me a high-priced whore..." Cheetah growled as she wrapped her legs around the reporter's upper arms, pinning them to Lois Lane's sides. "...and I will destroy them for it!"