Tuesday's Technical Dives...

Anastasia Hardy stood by the kitchen island looking over the messages and stock reports from the over night transactions overseas when her daughter walked into the kitchen. She didn’t have the usual pep in her step.

“What’s wrong Felicia?” Anastasia asked putting her phone down and picking up the cup of coffee.

“You remember my Ex, Peter Parker?” Felicia asked.

“Freshmen year of college wasn’t it? Nice boy, worked for some newspaper or something?” Anastasia searched her memories as she blew on the hot cup of coffee, “Why did you two break up?”

“That was the thing, his work as a photographer for the newspaper took up all his time,” Felicia said, “Well I was following him rather passively on his newspaper social media accounts… and there was some news that was posted that I am not sure how I should be feeling about.”

“How so?” Anastasia pressed her daughter.

“Well, some time after he broke up with me, he started dating a new girl,” Felcia said, “From what they post, I think they are neighbors or something.”

“Well, proximity makes a relationship easier,” Anastasia noted, “What happened?”

“The got engaged some time ago,” Felicia said, “Only this weekend, it seems the Fiancé’s mother had a heart attack.”

“And how does that make you feel?” Anastasia asked.

“I suppose on some level I should feel happy about it, after all I still like Peter and feel a bit jealous of that ‘girl next door’, but at the same time, I feel horrible about it and feel horrible about myself for even thinking that,” Felicia confessed to her mother.

“Congratulations, you are not a Ausbach,” Anastasia said with a smile, “Felicia, one should never revel in pain inflicted on your rivals, especial is such an indirect and callous manor. By a twist of marriage, we have inherited the Ausback fortune, but we are not the monsters of the Ausbach family. AS to what we should do, well as Hardys, the least we should do is send some flowers. We don’t even have to sign the card. Did they post where to send flowers on his post?”

(Author’s note: In order to make Black Cat more appealing to Cobra, I am going with the Earth 92131, 90’s Fox Cartoons version of Spiderman and X-Men, of Felcia and her mother

https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/FeliciaHardy(Earth-92131)

https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/AnastasiaHardy(Earth-92131) )

*

It was turning out that The Baroness and Doctor Sidney Bingle-Jones was every bit as brilliant as Sue was. Now, Sue was not a Reed Richards or Tony Stark super genius, but she had three scientific PHDs in her own right and was rather capable of helping to turn Reed’s one offs into something that could be mass produced. She was surprised by how quickly they were able to wrap their heads around the most bizarre of Reed’s developments.

“I thing the first technology to reverse engineer and adapt is the power cores and Anti-gravity systems of the Fantastic-Car,” The Baroness addressed the latex clad scientist.

“Agreed,” the brunette doctor said.

“After lunch I think you two should go for a ride to get a feel for the current design to adapt,” Baroness smiled.

“Yes Baroness,” Sue and Sydney said in unison.

“Next I think that Sue Richards should introduce Anna Marsh to her brother Johnny Storm,” Baroness said, “Of course we will have to make a special Power Nullifier to give the sap so he can’t resist my special charms. Eventually we will need to take control over your former family, you don’t mind, do you Sue?”

“I can’t wait to make them your slaves Mistress!” Sue smirked with an evil grin.

The image of Ben, Johnny, Reed and Jennifer tied up in brainwashing machines and being turned into loyal minions of Cobra sent a spike of pleasure into Sue’s latex clad pussy.

*

“Rogers,” Nat said as she came into the gym, “Check this out.”

Steve stopped punching the bag and took off his gloves and walked over to red haired Russian spy. Nat held up the tablet for Steve. Steve took the report and looked over the report, it was a “wrap sheet” for one Blinken-Smythe, Richard, professor of Sociology at Cambridge University in the UK. Seemed that he was deported from the US for trying to break into Los Alamos National Labs as part of an Anti-Nuclear Weapons Protest while spending a year teaching at University of California in Berkley as part of an exchange program. Steve kept reading, the man had been fingerprinted and DNA sampled as part of the deportation proceedings that kicked him out of the US.

“You showing him the Dexter Ward shit?” Bobbi Morse, alias Mocking Bird said walking into the gym.

“No, Blinken-Smythe,” Steve said furling an eyebrow.

“I say it is Herbet West shit,” Nat said reaching over and hitting an icon and the report changed to another.

Steve looked down and read it, it was an autopsy report following the **** of the same Cambridge professor and Doctor of Sociology at his home a few miles from the University grounds in the UK.

“So he is dead,” Steve looked up from the tablet confused.

“Or is he,” Bobbi said hitting another icon and a video clip showed the muzzle of an M16 blasting away at a group of bikers and one of the men that avoided getting hit was the professor decked out in biker gear with a chainsaw.

“Wait, wait, are you referencing ‘The Case of Charles Dexter Ward’ and ‘Herbert West- Reanimator’?” Steve asked.

“You know Lovecraft?” Bobbi asked surprised.

“Yes, I was a kid when he first published those stories,” Steve said, “I even remember buying the memorial edition of Weird Tales after his ****.”

“Please tell me you still have them!” Bobbi snapped grabbing Steve’s arm.

“I think I gave all my old magazines to a Boy Scout troop,” Steve handed the tablet back to Nat, “I was Nineteen and we had just declared war, so I was trying to join the army…”

Bobbi started banging her head into Steve’s bicep.

“Old comics and magazines from that time period have been getting a lot of money when they come up for auction,” Nat pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Why?” Bobbi sobbed as she continued to bang her head into Steve’s arm.

“What is going on?” Steve sighed, “With the professor?”

“Well your favorite Marine sent that video of an encounter he had this weekend with some Dreadnoks for our edification,” Nat said, “When we got the forensic reports from the local police doing clean up, we noticed that the professor’s fingerprints matched the ones on file, so we called up our British contacts and they sent over the **** and autopsy report on Professor Richard Blinken-Smythe from about a month ago.”

“Is everything ok?” Agent Phil Coulson asked from the doorway.

“Sort of,” Steve said looking at Bobbi.

“Come on,” Nat took the tablet and pried Bobbi off of Steve’s arm.

“Phil, can I ask you a question,” Steve said, “As a coworker, not anything classified.”

Nat escorted Bobbi out of the gym and Coulson walked closer to Steve.

“What is the matter Sergeant Major?” Phil asked.

“Are old magazine really worth money?” Steve asked.

“Well, some are, depending on the magazine or comic and what when it was from,” Phil said.

“Like enough money to make Bobbi cry?” Steve asked.

“I can think of a few, but they would be from before or during World War Two,” Coulson said.

“Any particular reason?” Steve asked.

“Sergeant Major, don’t you remember those old recycling drives? A lot of old magazines and comics were rounded up and recycled for the war effort,” Coulson shrugged, “Not a lot were left out in the wild because of that.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, “I think that is what happened to my old collection too.”

“Now that would have been worth a lot of money, original prewar magazines owned by THE Captain America?” Coulson thought aloud, “What did you have?”

“A bunch of old ones, I am sure you have heard of Weird Tales from back in the day,” Steve said.

“Any good ones?” Phil asked slightly curious.

*

Sue knew that this wasn’t normal latex rubber. Normal latex would have melted under the heat of the engine, but her leggings were holding up to the heat and debris from the road. Sidney pulled over to the side of the test track and turned to signal Sue to do the same. Sue was on one of the Coil Sport Touring Bikes and Sidney was on the prototype combat bike. Sue took a moment to enjoy the other scientist’s latex clad body. Her ass long hair was done in a tightly wrapped ponytail, her torso was enclosed in a blue latex bodysuit that was merged with brown latex leggings that went down into the black knee-high riding boots. Her body was long, lean, but feminine with just the right curves. Sue felt lust at the other Cobra woman. She knew it was because she had been programed to as part of being one of Baroness’ loyalty programing, but she still felt the lust.

“What do you think?” Sidney asked.

“The Antigrav tech would make the ride a lot smoother and efficient,” Sue said looking down at the bike between her legs, “But it could effect how effective the energy transfer from the tires to the road could be… I think we should incorporate the Stark ARC thrusters.”

“Agreed,” Sidney said taking off her helmet, “Get off your bike.”

Sue arched an eyebrow but got off the bike as instructed and took off her helmet. Sidney then squatted down besides Sue’s bike and started pointing at the metal pipes of the frame under the bike.

“Now if I am understanding the Anti-Grav system correctly, these tubes would have to be enlarged, wouldn’t they?” Sidney asked.

“Most likely, or covered cross panels to allow multiple smaller coil strings to be run under the bottom,” Sue thought aloud, “And these under your system?”

“These ones are used as the return and cooling for the Radiator system, but we can get a number in this flat skid plate tube along here,” Sidney said pointing at the underside of the prototype combat bike.

“The radiator system?” Sue asked.

“The secondary ones for the LMGs mounted here and on the other side,” Sidney said.

“Ok,” Sue said trying to follow the complex systems in the armored body of the lower set motorcycle.

“Technically, we don’t even need them,” Sidney said, “But to prevent over heating because of the armored cowling, and to reduce overall thermal signatures, hence the secondary radiators.”

Sue nodded. She hadn’t been into guns, but part of her initiation into Cobra had made her an expert on using military type firearms, and one thing that spoke to her in this moment was that in the regular field use, you switch out barrels every two hundred rounds fired… but with the cowling, it was impossible to switch barrels while on the move.

“How many rounds are in each belt?”

“Five hundred per LMG,” Sidney said standing up.

Sue’s head was at the level of Sidney’s brown rubber thighs. She slowly stood up and looked over the brunette doctor’s latex enhanced curves as she did. Sue took special note of the red rubber hooded cobra logo above the left breast cup on the blue faux leotard section of the catsuit. Sue felt a pang of lust towards the other woman.

“Doctor…” Sue said.

“Please call me Sidney,” Sidney said.

“Sidney, is this the only reason you wanted to stop here?” Sue asked.

“No, this is about the half way point of this test track,” Sidney shrugged, “I figured it would beneficial for use to switch bikes so you could ride both bikes and get a feeling.”

“Ah, of course,” Sue said looking Sidney in the eyes, “You know almost everyone I have met in Cobra has been at least bi-sexual… So, I wonder… are you attracted to other women?”

“You know, I used to be repulsed by the thought of other women,” Sidney put a hand on her hip, “And being told to spurn being a housewife, and men just wanted to hold me back from my carrier, meant that I had **** myself to become autosexual with a programed hatred of men…”

“That sounds lonely…” Sue noted.

“But in order to get in this program, I had to have a seat in the Baroness’ chair just like you did,” Sidney said.

“Oh?” Sue asked.

Sidney reached over and pulled Sue’s face in for a passionate kiss. Sidney’s free hand started to run along Sue’s leg and up to her waist, pulling her in close. Sue wrapped her arms around Sidney and started to feel the other doctor up and down while sticking her tongue into the other woman’s mouth. Both Sue and Sidney used one hand to search for the crotch zipper of the other and started to liberate their pussies. Sidney held Sue’s neck with her left hand while bringing her right around front to start fingering the blonde and Sue kept her left arm around Sidney’s waist while she dis the same to the brunette with her right hand.

“Fuck!” Sidney said finally broke the kiss, “I know full well this is the programming, but fuck I love that Mistress Baroness made me a kinky bi-slut. And I take it you love these shades of lipstick lesbianism…”

“Fuck yes,” Sue said before kissing Sidney again.

Images of many porn star women in latex lingerie having a lesbian orgy flashed in Sue’s head, making her hornier. Sidney found Sue’s clit and started to play with it. Sue spread Sidney’s pussy lips and started to slide her trigger and middle fingers into the wet pussy. Moans started to escape their lip locked mouths as they kissed and fingered each other. The Latex was thin enough for Sue and Sidney to feel each other’s nipples become erect and to rub against each other causing a further tingle of pleasure for each of the women in this lesbian tryst.

*

The Baroness sat behind the desk with the name plate ‘Anna Marsh’ on the wooden triangle at the front of the desk. While not wearing her normal catsuit and body armor, she was wearing a set of latex leggings, court heels, and a satin blouse. Her left foot was on the side of the desk while the right was on the shoulder of the former Hydra woman that was on her hands and knees in between Baroness’ legs.

[That’s a good recruit,] Baroness cooed in Austrian, [Get your tongue in deep!]

She was watching the surveillance feed of Sue and Sidney fucking deep on the test track of the property.

“Mistress,” another Cobra Coil uniformed woman said knocking on the open door from, “Your plants in the New York Hospital system sent this…”

“Multiple visits from one Peter Parker…” The Baroness read aloud… [That’s the spot my pet!]

*

“OH COBRA!” Sue screamed as she climaxed again…

“You’re welcome,” Sidney giggled.

“God, I wish I could just tell my husband how if he hadn’t been such a wuss, and fucked me like a bad girl,” Sue gasped, “I wouldn’t be fucking ever chick in Cobra!”

“What’s a little world domination and terrorism between lesbian lovers?” Sidney giggled before pecking Sue on the lips again, “Come on, we need to get back to the shop and do some actual work…”

“Of course,” Sue said before kissing Sidney again, “I am so thankful for Baroness making me a lipstick slut!”

*

Sue and Sidney were going over the power core specs as they stood on either side half assembled combat bike. They turned and saluted as Baroness walked into the lab.

“Cobra 19691101,” Baroness snapped, “Does the name Peter Parker mean anything to you?”

“Yes Mistress,” Sue responded, “That is the alias of the New York City based superhero ‘Spiderman’. He has never formally revealed his identity to the Fantastic Four, but I figured it out from the few times we have had him visit the Fantastic Four’s headquarters.”

“Don’t you mean your headquarters?” one of the women in red next to the Baroness asked.

“No, I am now an agent of Cobra, Mistress Baroness’s headquarters are my headquarters,” Sue said, “the Fantastic Four headquarters might have been, but as of right now, they are my mission, unless ordered otherwise by The Baroness.”

“Good Answer,” the blond smirked.

“Tell me about him,” Baroness said.

“He was raised by his paternal uncle and his wife, Ben and May Parker. At present he lives with his aunt after her husband died. He should be engaged to one Mary Jane Watson, a local off-Broadway actress and model, I believe the records indicated that she lives next door with one of her aunts,” Sue informed the Baroness, “In addition to the spider-based power mutations, he is also a highly scientifically minded prodigy, who has helped Reed with a few projects….”

“Mary-Jane Watson… what is her aunt’s name?” Baroness asked.

“Anna Watson, if I remember correctly mistress,” Sue said.

“Do you recognize these people?” Baroness said snapping her fingers and one of the women in red held out a tablet with a screen grab from a security camera.

“That is Peter Parker and the red head is Mary Jane Watson,” Sue pointed to a young couple.

“Do any of these names seem familiar?” Baroness asked.

The woman holding the tablet hit an icon and a list appeared.

“That is an alias used by Antman and his wife, the Wasp, Hank Pym and Janet Van Dyne, the tulips are from Natalia ‘Natasha’ Romanov or The Black Widow, Felicia and Anastasia Hardy are the thief Black Cat and her mother if I am not mistaken, Jameson is the editor of the Daily Bugle and Peter’s boss,” Sue said looking over the list, “That man is the head of a model agency so may be a work associate of Miss Watson…”

“Tell me more about this Black Cat,” Baroness cut Sue off.

“From the files I handled, her father was a professional thief that got caught with some rather damning evidence so was locked away by the powers that be,” Sue recalled, “The details are fuzzy, but his daughter ended up being injected with a derivative of the Super Soldier Formula that created Captain America and while it is unstable she will for a period grow in height, strength and speed but always have the enhanced healing factor and will from time to time take to the night as the costumed thief using the name Black Cat.”

“Tonight, we will get an updated list of names sending cards or visiting the Anna Watson,” Baroness said, “I want info on any potential targets of interest…”

“Yes Mistress!” Sue smiled.

The thought of corrupting other women to serve Cobra made her pussy wet all over again.