[Interlude Continued: Sort of]

Cheetah thrashed against her bracers.

“Release me!” she screamed. Her tits jiggled. Her pussy dripped. Metal rattled. “Give me that cock!”

The words shook Zatanna, but she didn’t let that show. She had brought up her facade. She could make a convincing performance to show that her cravings weren’t getting the better of her.

“She’s foaming at the mouth,” the magician noted calmly, eyes drifting down the always naked body of the cat girl. The flecks of spit dribbling down her tits and abs were almost like sweat. “The addiction is driving her wild.”

Tina raised an eyebrow at Zatanna’s diagnosis but decided not to comment on what her other observations were.

“She won’t calm down until she gets a dose,” the doctor said, swiping at the nearby console that was displaying graphical readings on Cheetah. “It’s combining with her blood lust and making her stronger… but it’s putting **** stress on her muscles.” She knew the shackles would hold despite how ferociously the captive was thrashing. Perhaps she shouldn’t need to worry about the well being of a murderous criminal, but she had a code of her own. This was her patient now, no matter her past. “She needs relief until we can provide her proper treatment,” McGee went on, pointedly not glancing over her shoulder where the noisy sucking noises were coming from. “She’ll need… manual stimulation. I’ll go get some equipment.”

“I’ve got it,” Zatanna said, before Tina could go. She made a motion with her hands, the air glittering with magic momentarily as if to demonstrate what she meant. “I can conjure something. This way we won’t need to touch her.” There was a hungry look in the magician’s eyes which Tina consciously ignored. Cheetah snarled for attention, banging the back of her fists against the metal slab. The doctor gave a nod to the offered helper. “Cheetah… I’m going to help you,” Zatanna said, turning to the frothing beast. “Is that okay?”

There was another vicious snap from the feline’s jaws. Twisting her fingers in the air and whispering some words, Zatanna drew sparkling pink energy from the ether. Cateyes narrowed at the light show. As the magician created a shape. The smoky wisps turned powdery, gathering together until a long, cylindrical object solidified in the air. “I want to use this to make you cum,” the sorceress told the suddenly quiet patient. Those seemed more like magic words in they way they placated Cheetah.

“Okay,” she breathed in reply, eyes still fixed on the floating phallus. It was… perfect. The shape, the size… it even had veins. It was an exact copy of that man’s hard cock, except it was a glowing pink. “I want it,” she couldn’t help saying. “Please… give it to me…”

The brunettes traded glances. Doctor McGee knew she should have protested. To let an untrained person, another patient, treat her patient was really riding a line. But on the other hand… these were extraordinary circumstances. These were extraordinary people. Tina squeezed her thighs together.

“You want this huh?” Zatanna asked, moving in closer to Cheetah, the magic dick floating with the movement of her hand. “I can make it almost like the real thing,” she said coyly. “I can make it warm… I can make it pulse…” The object drifted lower, homing in slowly towards her dripping, needy hole.

“Ohh yes… please…” the beastly avatar muttered under her breath, sensing that promised heat as it drew nearer. Zatanna was glad she wasn’t in her stage costume right now otherwise she would be leaking down her fishnets. At the moment her comfortable corduroy shorts were absorbent enough. It took her all of her self control not to lean down and kiss the villain, her own addiction causing all sorts of havoc with her already high libido. She pressed the fat head of the mock cock against Cheetah’s softness. There was a vibrating purr. Zatanna bit her lip, her fingertips tingling. She had told Tina that this method would minimize physical contact… but that was a half truth. The magic dildo was her magic, and she had to put a part of herself into every spell she cast. She could feel every construct she created in some way. And she was skilled enough to control how much sensation she could share with it.

Sliding the cock inside Cheetah was like sliding her own fingers in her. She felt the warmth and the wetness and loved every second. The villain made her enjoyment obvious too, moaning loudly to the thick penetration. It was so good. Warm like real flesh. So close to the real thing. There was the knowledge that it wasn’t, but Cheetah didn’t care. She just wanted to cum again. Zatanna was blocking her view of the action on the floor that her keen ears could pick up but she could worry about that now. She focused on the magician. She had hair and eyes like the Amazon, but the similarities ended there. She was shorter with a smaller frame. She was beautiful too of course in her own way. Her long lashes. Her red lips. Cheetah could eat her up. Her half lidded eyes fell to the more expansive chest Zatanna was unsuccessfully hiding under that button up plaid top. She could see her nipples poking through the fabric.

“You’re so wet,” the sorceress noted, barely above a whisper but she knew the cat could hear her. “I can feel it.”

Cheetah’s reply was a gutteral hiss and a bodily shudder. The way Zatanna’s dildo throbbed inside her was making her warm all over… over and over. It moved in and out of her slick hole freely, the fake balls pressing flush against her fur when Zatanna pushed in deepest. The magician had to control her own breathing. She had given more and more of herself into each thrust. She didn’t only feel Cheetah on her fingers now. She allowed herself just a taste… she needed to taste something. The warmth spread on her tongue. It was a bad idea, she knew. Teasing herself like this was only inflaming her lust. She fucked the beast woman harder in return, letting that deep squelch sing in her ears. “Cum for me,” Zatanna demanded, adding a twist of her wrist as she pumped her magic cock. “Be a good kitty…”

There was purring as Cheetah gnashed her teeth and arched her back. “Cum for me!” They were like magic words. She sprayed around the dildo, the shackles rattling. Zatanna’s magic kept it moving, kept it thrusting into Cheetah's gushing orgasm. She didn’t care that this woman’s delicious pussy juice was splashing all over her bare legs, Zatanna just kept fucking her. “Good kitty… good kitty…” she repeated.

Tina swallowed as she watched her friend’s obvious indulgence. Glancing at the monitor confirmed Cheetah’s heart rate was at least slowing. For a few seconds. That conjured toy was still moving in and out and the shivering cat purred against it, her pleasure building once more. The magician and the cat were going to be in this loop for as long as the doctor let them be, Tina realised. These women needed semen. Unfortunately the only donor within 200,000 miles was currently occupied. She looked over to the doctor and patient on the floor currently engaged in an enthusiastic extraction. Hopefully he wouldn’t be occupied not for much longer…