The Ninjas Catch Lois and Cheetah In Flagrante

Lois Lane didn't hear them come in. Cheetah, lost in her heat, had both hands clamped to the reporter's skull, humping the reporter's face as Lois strove to keep her tongue and jaw working. The claws on the villain's feet carved out long scratches on the floor.

Then the animalistic mewling of Cheetah ceased abruptly. The hands that held the reporter's face in place on that fur-lined labia slackened. Even the tail coiled about her neck eased. Dull and confused, the reporter raised her dripping chin. Her violet eyes noted the feather-tipped darts that had lodged in Cheetah's neck.

Then there was a sharp sting in her buttocks, and a wave of drowsiness overtook the reporter, and her head fell heavily into Cheetah's lap.

It wasn't Lois Lane's first time being kidnapped. Whatever **** was in the dart was a powerful narcotic, but Lois had been dosed with such things before. She played dead, eyes closed to the barest slits, her heavy limbs loose and unresisting as the ninja pulled her away from Cheetah. A pair of carpets was rolled around the limp pair, and Lois was dimly aware of being carried. Down stairs and through back alleys, through doors and corridors and small tunnels that ran beneath the street.

Right back to where they had escaped from. A maze of red sheets.

Except now, the ninjas carried the duo through to rooms Lois had never seen. To a room that looked something like a cross between a Shinto shrine and a modern laboratory. There were two tables there, with thick leather bands so that people could be tied down. As the carpets were unrolled, hands carried Lois and the **** Cheetah over to these tables...and the **** reporter knew she had to make a split-second decision, as to whether to fight or to keep playing dead.