Ninjas

Cloth walls gave way to a bare concrete room that looked to combine dormitory, armory, and dojo. Lois Lane's eyes widened behind her damaged mask as she saw Wing Chun-style wooden training dummies, racks of katanas and wakizashi, tatami mats on the floor, low tables with bowls of half-eaten rice and cups of half-finished tea...

...and three naked, hard-muscled women wearing masks.

Ninjas, Lois Lane realized. Damn.

Without a world, Lois stepped toward the nearest weapon rack. She did her best to act calm...but she could feel their eyes on her naked body. A body that was nowhere near as fit and toned as theirs, that lacked the scars...

Something told Lois to duck. The shuriken embedded itself into the wood of the weapon's rack as she grabbed the nearest sword, whirled, dropped, and rolled... Metal discs sparking off the floor as they struck the place where Lois had been. The naked reporter cursed as the mask slipped over her face, her opponents closing in.

Then Cheetah exploded through the door.

Lois had seen alley cats fight, their fur puffed up to make them look bigger, lips peeled back to show their fangs, claws out. Despite their size, a mad cat was a howling terror, too damn fast, utterly vicious. The ninjas turned to face their new foe...which is when Lois Lane sprang forward and buried her foot in the nearest ninja's pussy.

Despite what movies and comic books showed, Lois Lane knew that a tap on the head with the hilt of a sword could be deadly...nor was she willing to just **** a random stranger in cold blood. On the other hand, she was a good enough fighter not to give a damn about fighting dirty. So as the full **** of her rising foot punted one of the ninja's ovaries up into her liver, Lois Lane's conscience was clear...

...and she probably saved the woman's life. Cheetah's claws nearly cut the other ninjas in two, the women falling down trying to hold their guts in. As the third ninja crumped before her, Lois saw that the cat-woman's fur was rent and Cheetah was bleeding from a score of wounds.

"Nnnnow," Cheetah growled, her eyes narrowing to slits. "Come with me if you want to live."

Lois Lane swallowed, and swiftly judged her options. The thudding of feet headed toward them punched through the reporter's indecision.

"Yeah, okay." Lois said.