A Microchip

Something hard and square was set flush against the redhead's neck, little metal tongs buried deeply into the flesh. Lois Lane frowned. It almost felt like...a microchip. But that couldn't be right, could it?

She pulled at it, but Barbara Gordon's hand came up between the reporter's legs.

"Don't touch it," the Batgirl warned.

"But what is it?" Lois whispered under her breath.

"You'll see. We all have them here." Barbara told her. "But first, I need to eat your pussy."

Lois Lane felt the blush burn across her cheeks. "Is that...really necessary?"

"Oh yes," The redhead said as she pushed Lois back onto the bed and used her strong hands to spread the reporter's legs wide. "Very."

The raven-haired reporter's heart thundered in her breast as the redhead extended her tongue and sunk her head down. She had never had another woman go down on her before, and Lois wasn't sure how she felt about that. Excited? Nervous? Somehow she had never thought that her bold move in coming here would actually turn into a sexual encounter with another woman, especially one that she knew.

Butterflies flit through her stomach as the hot breath brushed against her bare lips. A warm kiss was planted on her inner thigh...and then another, and another, the redhead slowly making her way toward Lois Lane's quim. The reporter could already feel herself wet down there, body hot and bothered, twitching with agitation. She had never considered herself a lesbian and yet here she was, about to have her pussy eaten out by Batgirl herself...

Unsure of what to do with her hands, Lois grasped the bedsheets as she felt Barbara Gordon plant those hot lips against her labia, just a hint of tongue sliding out to gently play with the reporter's outer folds. Moving up and down slowly, a little more tongue and a little more...

Lois stared down at the bobbing red hair, the woman totally engrossed in her task...and she wondered at the microchip that she had felt in the Batgirl's neck, right beneath the hairline. Could it be controlling her in some way? That might explain the heroine's very unusual behavior...and if someone was running this brothel had perfected such a technology, turning otherwise strong-willed women into willing lesbian whores, that could explain the missing women.

But how do I make sure? Lois thought, gasping out loud as Batgirl's lips seized on her clit. Do I try to break the control...and should I wait until after she eats my pussy to do it?