Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What does Lois do?

Pretend To Be A Prostitute (Again)

The naked reporter dove into the room, slipping her hand around the back of the cat-woman's head and drawing her in for a kiss as her left foot carefully closed the door behind her.

The fur against the reporter's face was a shock...but so too was the strange **** as her tongue slipped into the cat-woman's mouth, Cheetah's tongue retreating before her own...and then the slim hands began to grope at the reporter's breast and ass. The villain recovered from her surprise at the suddenness of Lois Lane's entrance, but now she was randy and taking control of the situation once more.

Effortlessly, Cheetah spun and pushed Lois onto the bed.

"Eager little kitten," the green eyes flashed, and Lois saw the vertical pupils widen slightly. It was dimmer in the room than Lois had thought, now that the door was shut. The long, silky tail flicked side-to-side. "I wonder if you taste as good as you look...spread your legs, little whore."

Not sure what an actual prostitute would do under these circumstances, Lois decided it best to play the slut, at least for the moment. She lay back against the bed, a placid smile on her face as she raise her knees and spread her feet wide apart...and the cat-woman slunk forward on all fours, sniffing as she brought her mouth down to the reporter's cunt-lips.

The tongue ran across her labia. It was rough, Lois could tell. Cats had those little backward-facing hooks on the top of their tongues, and apparently, so did Cheetah. In normal circumstances, Lois was sure she would scream in pain at the feel of someone running sandpaper over her kitty, but...her pussy was still oddly numb. She could feel the roughness, the way it caught on her skin, the wetness of Cheetah's saliva. Felt every little physical sensation of the tongue running into her cleft, exploring her softer, more sensitive bits...and yet Lois felt no pain, no pleasure. It was like her cunt was asleep. Inert.

Okay, this curse is WAY more serious than I thought, the reporter thought to herself.

Cheetah raised her head, apparently puzzled at not having raised so much as a yelp or a moan from her chosen victim.

"What's wrong with you?" The cat-woman said, eyes shining in the darkness.