Sue tries Cat-Nip

Sue had put the samples into special canisters that attached directly to the cat faced gasmasks Janet had made for her and her minions.

“You tom-cat,” Sue called to a rubber security gimp, “come with me…”

Sue lead the gimp to a massive rubber covered four post bed and motioned for her male minion to lay in the middle. Sue donned her mask and sealed herself behind the black rubber cat head. She inserted the special canister in her mask and then did likewise for her lover for the next few hours. It had been a special contraption she had acquired from her enslaved fetish store. A canister that would release a burst of fumes meant for “Poppers” as the gay men called them. They were meant to be used during anal sex among gay men, but Sue would see how they worked now she had them filled with her divine catnip ****.

“Lets have a hit,” Sue activated the canister on her mask and did likewise to her ****.

Sue then unzipped the crotch of her catsuit.

*

Mary Jane walked into the lower floor of the Pussy Palace, the nickname for the cult temple, safehouse and porn studio that Sue had put together for their service to the Goddess. She took a quick look at herself as she walked by a mirror. Coffee cup in hand, hobo bag on her shoulder, hair in a messy bun, a pair of runched leather knee boots, white latex look leggings and a long sleeve tunic dress, all the hall marks of a stylish New York model going to a shoot. She smiled as she thought of her night edging Peter so close to release as she warped his mind and made him eat her pussy. He would be a favored **** of Mistress Sue.

“Good morning Mistress,” one of the Hench-sluts said.

“Good morning,” Mary Jane smiled as she put her purse and coffee down in the changing area hidden on the second floor, “I can’t wait to put my tiger suit back on…”

“Yes Mistress!” the Hench-slut smiled.

Stripping off the boots and tunic, it was revealed that the legging was in fact, a white latex sleeveless catsuit with a low cut v-neck line. Her suit and crystal buttplug were removed and taken to be washed. Another Hench-Slut one of the former Cops turned rubber cat thralls came and helped lube Mary Jane and her suit before helping the redhead into the tiger striped latex catsuit, corset, boots, gloves and then opening up the crotch and inserting the buttplug with a tiger tail anchored to it.

“Praise the goddess,” Mary Jane moaned as an orgasm emanated from her filled ass.

She took a second to buck with the contractions of her body and then allowed the hench-slut to zip up the crotch of the suit. Mary Jane rewarded the servant with a kiss and a pinch on her nipple. She then stalked off to find her priestess and mistress.

*

Sue was well a truelly “Fucked silly” as the expression goes. She laid there with the Tom-Cat still between her legs. Her kitten Mary Jane walked in carrying a cup of coffee.

“Hello Mistress,” Mary Jane offered Sue the coffee, “I take it you had fun last night.”

“What time is it?” Sue asked.

“I left my apartment at ten this morning,” Mary Jane kissed her mistress.

“Wow,” Sue said, “I filled the canisters of Catnip at ten at night last night…” Sue said.

“Oh?” Mary Jane asked, “How was it?”

Sue took a deep breath.

“It was orgasmic mind altering, expanding, enveloping, existential, enlightening, illuminating and enthralling…” Sue started to ramble, “Each lick sent tingles of pleasure resonating across every cell of my body and soul. Each thrust touched the very fiber of reality…”

Sue licked her lips. Mary Jane looked at the exhausted tom-cat.

“It was as if every touch was that of a divine sex demon,” Sue continued to ramble, “Erotic pleasure cascaded across my corpus form in a concafany of carnal consummation… I was filled with thrilling, thirst sating, succulent sensual salvation.

“Ditto,” the Tom-cat moaned.

“Ditto?” Mary Jane giggled.

“Ditto” Sue shouted, “You provincial putz!”

She grabbed a flogger and brought it down on the man’s buttock.

“Mistress is so hot when she is in control,” Mary Jane fished for a kiss.

“Yes my kitten,” Sue said turning her attention back to the red haired harlot beside her, “How goes it with my spider toy?”

“His Id and Ego are bound in slavery to you and the Goddess, even if his waking mind hasn’t grasped it yet,” Mary Jane kissed Sue.

“Mmmm,” Sue purred.

*

“Ah,” the blonde super soldier arched an eyebrow as the Russian spy walked past, “What is with the get up Nat?”

Steve “Captain America” Rogers pointed at the outfit Natasha Romonff was wearing. She looked herself over; heels, wet look leggings, an comically oversized tank top, and an unbuttoned flannel shirt. In her hand was a short blonde wig and a trendy hat.

“Well Captain Rogers,” Natasha said with a slightly sarcastic tone, “If you want to know the truth, I have been recruited by a sex cult and am off to research the support network of our rivals and turn brake it so we will rule the underworld uncontested…”

“I still don’t get Russian humor,” Steve sighed before turning and walking away.

*

Pepper Potts sat at the meeting of the board for Stark Enterprises bored out of her mind. She looked around the men and women at the table, with the exception of Tony and herself everyone was well over seventy. But she noticed that a few had young and attractive secretaries… maybe just the types of girls that would like to join her in serving the Goddess, and their bodyguards would look purrrr-fect in latex catsuits with removable codpieces.

*

Mary Jane was a faceless drone, her distinctive tiger stripe suit gone in favor of the black condom suit meant to ensure no one would recognize her in anyway as she fucked and was fucked in front of the cameras. Panting behind the cat faced gasmask she swooned as the Catnip gas warped her senses and sent her over the edge. Below her an identically masked lady was finger fucking her black rubber lined slit. Even the heavy rubber did nothing to dull the sensation as the Catnip enhanced it to almost mind shattering levels.

*

The fence had been easy to find for Nat, now she and the two police women turned hench-cats were convincing him to change his mind about working with Felicia “Black Cat” Hardy.

“They look like police swat goons in their uniforms and balaclavas,” Nat narrated to the encounter to the dazed and half entranced Fence, “They are giving Felecia an envelope. She opens it and is counting out a thousand dollars…”

Nat took time to purr again before and after the catsuit clad officer kicked him in the gut. Nat made sure to keep him entranced even as he was being beaten so he would remember things her way…

“The smaller of the two is moving to kick you in the stomach again,” Nat narrated.

The NYPD officer turned latex **** minion punt kicked the man on the ground in the stomach hard. She waited for the Priestess’ kitten to purr again and ensure the petty crook would only see what the Goddess and Priestess wanted him to see. She adjusted the uniform shirt over her latex catsuit. While she was unlubricated at the moment the shirt still moved and gathered at odd angles over the latex. Natasha purred again to keep the man under her spell.

“The lead off is pulling out a paper bag,” Nat narrated the future memories, “That cop pig is pulling out a Saturday Night Special, the other one is pulling one a pair of rubber gloves. They are going to suicide you… Felicia is laughing at this. She is telling the cops to make sure it is a closed casket funeral so she never has to see your disgusting face again.”

The one hench-cat was pulling out a toy water-gun and handing it to the other.

“You rush and grab the gun…” Natasha said, “If you run to the door, you can escape and hide. You have to escape and warn your people that the Black Cat is now working for rogue cops to kill criminals…”

Nat watched as the man tried to rush over, he managed to push the second cop turned rubber **** out of the way, run up and grab the water gun from the senior cop turned **** and blitzed out the door. Nat followed him purring again.

“Run around into the alley,” Nat narrated, “Jump behind the dumpster and stay silent… you dropped the gun… but you can’t make a sound…”

Nat purred again.

“They are looking for you,” Nat narrated, “Stay down, they run past you and are looking for you. Stay silent, they don’t see you… Shh… Just hide and wait… in an hour you will get up thinking it is safe and go warn your friends… Black Cat is now working for rogue cops and looking to kill you little guys… Wait until it is safe and then go warn your friends…”

*

The bouncer helped the beaten and injured man to his feet and into the dive bar.

“Jeez,” someone shouted, “what happened to you?”

“Tell everyone…” the beaten man groaned, “Black Cat is working for rogue cops now and is handing us over to them for cash…”

*

Nat walked into the manor with a smile and as she closed the door she found Clint on the other side of it.

“Well hello there,” Nat said with a smile.

“So what have you been up too?” Clint asked in a sing song tone.

“Well I went out, tracked down a criminal, kidnaped him, tortured and brainwashed him so he will go back and turn all his buddies against his clients…” Nat smiled and half giggled.

“That took you all afternoon?” Clint arched an eyebrow.

“Took me like three hours,” Nat shrugged, “After that I went and got some dinner and watched a ballet. The touring Polish company is pretty good this season.”

“Ah,” Clint smiled, “So what now?”

“I was thinking getting some Icecream,” Nat said with some thought.

Clint opened the door back up.

“Lets head out, Hulk was just in the kitchen,” Clint said.

“Are you buying?” Nat asked.

“No,” Clint held up a wallet with the Black Sabbath Iron Man single album art on it, “Tony is.”

“Lead the way,” Nat held out an arm.

She would make sure Clint licked more than a waffle cone tonight…