Selina Kyle

"The name's Selina." A Gotham accent, hard as nails but with a touch of a purr. "Selina Kyle. Welcome back to the land of the living."

The name struck a chord in Lois' memory, but she couldn't place it just then. The reporter coughed, bringing up grey globs of...well, probably not phlegm. She wondered how long she would be hacking it up. Blearily, she looked around.

It looked like a natural cavern. Stalagmites and stalactites, the half-melted look of stone that had been hollowed out over time by water. A trail of spunk led from where Lois lay to a small white stream that disgorged from a hole in the nearest rock wall, and continued in a path out of sight.

The only light source was a pale glowstick held by Selina, and Lois blinked against the gloom and studied her.

They were of an age—but Kyle was in better shape, bigger breasts, shorter hair. She wore a tight-fitting black catsuit, one of those full-body affairs that looked like a mix between tactical military gear and a dominatrix outfit. It accentuated the swell of muscles in her arms and legs, like an acrobat, and the bustier built into it emphasized the swell of her breasts.

She held a glowstick in one hand—nails trimmed short, uncolored, weird calluses the reporter quickly took in the details—and Lois was glad of that...it looked to be the only light they had. Her lips were smeared with cum from Lois' lips. Lois watched as Selina carefully ran her tongue along her lips, drawing the jizz into her mouth, and swallowed.

"Sorry," Kyle didn't sound like she meant it. "Kitty has to get her cream."

Lois blinked, memory tugging at her once again, but whatever it is didn't budge.

"I'm Lois. Where...are...we?" Lois said between coughs.

"Underground," the woman stared at Lois. "These caverns connect to the sewer system. I came when I heard you splashing around."

The reporter coughed. She didn't know if it was the air or what, but the whole place smelled like sperm...and Selina was staring at her intently, nostrils flaring a bit. It took Lois a moment in the weak light to notice that the woman's irises were wide, and her nipples were erect, straining at her catsuit...she was sexually aroused.

"You...know the way out?"

Selina nodded.

"Will you...show me?"

The woman nodded again, then added. "When I've got what I came here for."

On all fours, Selina drew close, sniffing, eyes never leaving Lois. The whole attitude was so animal-like, it sent a shiver down the reporter's spine.

"And...what is that?"