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“Hay there,” MJ smiled, “What’s with the old lady look?”

“Har, har har…” Felicia said.

Since Mistress Sue had shown her the enlightenment of latex it almost pained MJ to wear the cotton jeans, NY-Spider tee-shirt and not her blessed latex. Felicia by contrast was almost comical in her outfit. A mismatched early 80’s nylon track shell suit and a turtle neck. The place was a former workshop that had been mostly redone as an efficiency apartment, a very large efficiency apartment…

“Ever since that upstart has declared war on me, she has mind fucked enough of my contacts to think I am out to screw them all over that I had to hold up here in an emergency reserve bunker, so to speak,” Felicia sneered.

“Yeah, I heard about the crazy guy claiming you led cops to kill him,” MJ said, “I got the stuff you asked for and a few more things.”

“Thanks,” Felicia said, “I had to raid a donation pile to have something besides the catsuit to wear after I got chased out by the thugs.”

“Bikini cut ok? Here is a ten pack,” MJ tosses the plain cotton panties to Felicia, “Two pairs of jeans, I figured you could use a New York Spider shirt, brand new, they gave me a dozen of them for the promotion…”

“Thanks,” Felicia said.

MJ unpacked the things for Felicia who was grateful even for the sample that had been handouts from MJ’s modeling career.

“If you need a rain coat, I can ask Janet to make one for you,” MJ offered.

“No,” Felicia said, “I need a low profile not walk around like I am on a runway.”

“Well here,” MJ pulled out a plug in scent bottle, “I got this a while back and liked it, but Pete kept hiding it on me. Kept complaining it smelled too sweet. I think you can use it.”

“I need it,” Felicia rolled her eyes, “I think something died in the walls while I was away from here.”

“I was trying to be polite,” MJ shrugged her shoulders, “While you are laying low, I got you a disc player with a built in screen, a copy of Cats and the complete Garfield and Friends collection.”

“Har Har Har,” Felicia said, “Thanks a lot.”

“Seriously, a player and a few box sets to keep you entertained while you wait for things to cool down,” MJ said.

“Did you really get me Garfield?” Felicia asked.

“No, that was Peter,” MJ smiled.

Felicia came closer and looked at the boxes of discs, she then put them down and grabbed the scented oil bottle and looked at it. Without a word she turned and walked over to plug it in. MJ said nothing but smiled.

“Did you need me to hang out?” MJ asked.

“No, I am sure you have a husband to keep on a short leash,” Felicia said walking back over, “I got Chinese delivery last night so I have left-overs, I would offer to share…”

“I am good,” MJ smiled, “You are not the only pissed off at the kinky cat.”

“Peter kissing your ass begging for forgiveness?” Felicia asked.

“That lady has pissed off a lot of wives,” MJ said, “and yes, if I stop suddenly we are going to be the Human Centipede at home…”

*

Sue watched the feed of the lair from knee level. The powerlines themselves were carrying the signals into and out of the building and would be untraceable to all but the most targeted scans. And even then, Ant-Man and Iron Man would have to think to look for the intrusion. Soon hints of Catnip would begin to permeate the air in the hideout, not enough to drive Felicia into a frenzy, but enough to turn her mind off and put her pussy in charge of her evening’s recreation. Sue moaned in pleasure as the pet between her legs licked her deeper and harder.

“Such a good Kitty-Hulk,” Sue giggled at the jade green latex giantess.

As much as some people would pay to see She-Hulk staring in porn, that would be too obvious and Sue couldn’t have that. So, Jen was eating her out away from the pleasure pit that streamed out her servant’s orgies to the world.

*

Felicia’s bisexuality was no secret, and as Black Cat she had used it to her advantage a number of times. She had even toyed with trying to have a three way with MJ and Spidey, but MJ was to straight and traditional to go for that idea. Still she was fingering herself as she watched the second season of “Orange is the New Black” on the disc player. God, she must not have taken care of herself in a long time to get this hot and horny watching a show with such silly attempts at lesbian “Overtones”. She was thinking about a big hunky stud fucking her while she ate out a hot bitch… The idea of her and the Storms floated in her head and she imagined eating out Sue while her brother pounded her pussy…

With a moaning scream, Felicia finished herself off and blissfully let herself drift off to sleep. As her breathing became the rhythmic pulse of almost snores a soft voice called out into the lair, whispering ideas into Felicia’s addled and horny mind…

*

As Felicia breathed in the slowly released traces of Catnip, her dreams became erotically charged with latex and lesbianism…

Felicia was in a black and white noir prison setting with herself and other women in skin tight orange catsuits with prison numbers on their asses and thigh high stripper boots. She was in sitting on a table in the center while guards walked the catwalks over them. Each of the guards strutted around in their thigh high stiletto heeled black boots, black rubber hot-pants, a police belt, a rubber police blue belly top with badges on their tits and a black shiny police cap with a silver police badge on it.

“Bitch!” a que card appeared over a black woman’s head as the woman came towards Felicia.

“Piss off,” a que card appeared next to Felicia’s head, “I got my bitches already.”

“Break it up!” another que card appeared, “No fighting here, wait for your turns in the ring.”

A sexy blonde guard with mirrored sunglasses walked over and held up a police baton in her black leather motorcycle fingerless gloves. She pointed it in Felicia’s face.

“You want to start something?” the que card appeared over the guard’s head, “You need to work off some energy?”

The guard took off her glasses and it was Sue Storm with pornstar hair and make-up.

“Guard MJ, cuff her!” the que card over Sue’s head changed.

Felicia looked behind her and MJ was there in a similar guard outfit. She yanked Felicia’s hands behind her and cuffed her with pink furry hand cuffs. Felicia looked around, Nat Romanov the Black Widow was another guard, Emma Frost was a guard, Jean Grey was a guard, Maria Hill was a guard.

“Let’s go,” the que card over Maria Hill’s head read.

The trippy silent film dream changed scenes to Felicia surrounded by the guards in front of an almost naked She-Hulk wearing nothing but a robe while flexing on top of the judge’s desk.

“Guilty!” the Que card read as she posed with her legs in the air, “Sentence is SEX-I-CUTION!”

The guards marched Felicia to a side door and past a line of cells with naked celebrities posing for porn shoots to the camera at the front of their cells. She was led into a room and instead of a normal electric chair there was another one from a porn film, instead of the connectors hanging down to fry the brain there was a massive silver dildo under where the seat should have been. The guards unzipped the crotch of the prison catsuit and uncuffed Felicia she was forced to sit down and was secured by her wrists and ankles to the chair and a band was put around her neck to hold her in place. The Dildo came up and started to penetrate her pussy. Cards reading “Zap” and “Zit” appeared above the machine next to the chair as the dildo started to pump into her. Then A blue line passed right up the wire leading to the dildo and…

*

Felicia fell off her couch, screaming in terror and orgasm as she found her hand in her pussy…

“What a weird fucking dream. Damn…” Felicia stammered as she collected herself.

Felicia looked around, the disc player was on the select menu for the disc she had been watching and a counter was in the corner asking if she was still watching… Felicia closed the player. A thought crept into her head, she should get a chair like that with a dildo built into the seat…