Black Cat

Felicia knew she was in trouble right around the point where her body abruptly started moving on its own. She tried her best to resist, but no matter how much will she exerted her limbs continued to propel her quickly through the Baxter Building on a trajectory only they knew. What was this?! Felicia was growing quickly alarmed, frantic at this complete lack of control of her own body. Had the Kingpin double-crossed her, left out some crazy high-tech defense system? But why? Didn't he want the device? What could he possibly get out of getting her captured?

Considering she was no longer capable of making any effort to remain undetected, it was a wonder she made it as far as she did without running into anyone. Soon enough she was entering an incredibly spacious kitchen and this seemed to be the destination as her involuntary walk slowed. Right beside the large wooden table looking out of place amongst the high-tech fixtures of this kitchen, she stopped. She relaxed slightly, somewhat surprised that she hadn't been marched right into a holding cell.

Felicia sank to her knees, her bottom sitting upon her heels.

She sighed. Well, this was great. She supposed it could have been worse. The Fantastic Four were goody-two shoe superheroes. It wasn't like she was going to be killed or lobotomized. Perhaps she'd get a lecture on changing her criminal ways. At worst she'd be delivered to the police and she had little doubt she could escape from the NYPD without any trouble.

One thing was for sure, she'd be staying the hell away from the Fantastic Four and the Baxter Building for the rest of her career.

She waited patiently. There was little else she could do. Still couldn't move her body. She knew she'd invaded their home and all, but it was still pretty fucked up for heroes. Taking control of her body like this was a complete violation. She was definitely going to hold it against them.

She heard the quiet murmur of male voices and soon enough her captors walked into the room. Felicia couldn't see them as they were behind her.

"...best to act like you don't have a practically omniscient telepath on your side. There's always a power to trump even the most all-powerful of mutants and/or superheroes."

"No, I hear you. This isn't my first rodeo, man. You're my boss cause Mark says so, but don't treat me like a kid. I've saved the world more times than I can count. Show some respect, come on."

The first man filled out his khakis in a way that proudly declared he never skipped leg day and his blue polo stretched across his broad body-builder's back. Felicia had little time to appreciate the view before her eyes fell upon the second man's ass which was entirely more distracting. If she'd been able to, her white brows would be hitting the roof. The second guy was basically nude, his tight muscular butt framed by the white lacy straps of a complicated garter belt with stockings, a thong wedged tight up into that crevice of his ass.

What. The. Fuck.

They both turned to face her and she immediately recognized Johnny Storm, his astonishingly ripped torso looking absurd given the women's lingerie he was wearing, his white g-string barely containing the thick bulge of his soft penis.

The other one was handsome in a completely forgettable way, though the sunglasses he was wearing inside combined with his impressive lifter-bro musculature made hims seem like a complete douchbag.

"So how do you want to do this?" asked Johnny, his eyes clearly lingering on the distracting cleavage she had on display for that very reason.

"By the numbers. Jean's in her head. She'll obey all of our commands." he said much to Felicia's dismay, "Take off your clothes." he commanded.

Felicia couldn't believe what was happening, her body instantly obeying. She quickly got to her feet and started taking off her tight outfit. She folded it neatly and placed it on the table. Reaching back she unsnapped her bra and she groaned inwardly as her hands grasped her bra-cups in a completely useless attempt at resisting. Soon enough her hands were drawing the garment away, letting her generous breasts drop and bounce atop her chest. She folded the bra and set it aside before slipping her fingertips into the waistband of her panties and dropping them as well, quickly stepping out of them and laying them atop the rest of her clothes upon the table.

Her task complete, she instantly went back to passively kneeling as the two men looked on, Johnny with a way too smug smirk for someone cross-dressing.

Holy shit! What the hell was going on?! This was insane! What the fuck had she gotten herself into? There was no way this was standard operating procedure for dealing with intruders for the Fantastic Four!

Johhny chuckled as he drank in her nude form without any shame, "Oh yea? Smack your own ass."

She shifted forward on one hand, raising her hips even as she reached back and slapped her butt gently. He didn't tell her how hard...

The dude in charge sent a withering glance Johnny's way, "Really? Don't give her any commands. I'm sure this is humiliating enough without having to deal with that sort of immaturity. I apologize for my subordinate's behavior, m'am. Now we need to check you... thoroughly. Please bend over the table and spread your cheeks."

Felicia's gratitude for this muscle-bro's no-nonsense attitude abruptly evaporated. What the fuck? No- Despite her very strong resistance to this command her body smoothly got to its feet. She did just as he asked, bending over the table, resting her breasts on its surface as she shifted her stance, spreading her legs as both of her hands reached back, exposing her anus and her vagina to the both of them.

Oh god.

"Alright, Johnny. Search her... cavities. Be professional about it."

She could hear the guy scoff with amusement at the ridiculousness of this command but she was soon feeling his fingers exploring the external portions of her vagina, beginning to gently rub and pinch her clit. It galled her to recognize the skill obvious in his touch, her stupid body naturally heating up at this sexual stimulation. Soon enough she was gasping sharply as two of his fingers penetrated her, driving in deep. Unerringly, he found her g-spot and she couldn't help but moan slightly, her face burning with embarrassment.

The smirk was evident in the tone of his voice as he asked, "Scott, you think you could have her grab her ankles. Her pussy's clear but who knows what she's got hidden up this tight little butt-hole." Felicia hissed slightly as she felt the tip of his finger against her anus in time with his words.

"Please spread your legs even further, Ma'm, and grab your ankles." Scott told her and she was really irritated by his apparent politeness even as he **** her to go through this utterly humiliating routine.

Felicia followed his orders, knowing that her entire ass and vagina were completely exposed and on display. Disturbingly, she was dripping wet and she had little doubt they both knew it, her breath caught as Johnny's skilled fingers once again touched her. He lubricated his finger with the arousal within her pussy before he began exploring her asshole. He ran his fingertip around the rim and it felt so intense it made her shiver. It galled her, how erotic she was finding this totally awful and inappropriate situation. She had a thought that she'd never had anything up her ass just as his finger penetrated her. She felt very full and it disturbed her how good it felt when he started moving his finger around.

"Who are you?" asked Scott.

She grunted around the digit digging deep into her ass, "Now you ask?! Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat. Fuck!" She cursed happy to express her frustration vocally for the first time since this insane situation had began.

"And what are you doing here?"

"There's this machine! Some sort of dimensional bridge creator or something. I'm here to steal it! Ungh!"she groaned uncontrollably, shifting her hips as Johnny kept exploring her ass with his fingers.

She felt the finger finally slowly pull out of her ass and she hated the erotic feeling of emptiness that actually made her wish on some level that it was back inside. Fuck! What was wrong with her?!

"Well, she'd got nothing up her ass." commented Johnny, the smarmy smile on his lips completely evident in his voice.

"Why do you want to steal this machine?" asked Scott calmly and Felicia had to sigh with relief as Johnny stopped massaging her ass, retrieving his hands from her back-half entirely.

"Because I'm going to be paid a freakin' fortune for it!" Somehow she sensed a lessening in the control upon her mind and she managed to spit out, "What the fuck is going on here? Holy shit, I don't know what I stumbled upon but I don't care! This isn't what I signed on for! Let me go and I'll never say a word about your freaky sex-cult shit you've got going on here! Seriously, dude, why are you wearing that? Are you Scott's butt-buddy or what?"

She wasn't actually expecting a serious response but Johnny was completely casual as he replied, "I like wearing women's underwear. Specifically, this is my sister's lingerie. This is my punishment for trying to resist my lord back before I saw the light. Not really a good punishment though, considering I fucking love it. Don't lie. I make this look good, don't I?"

That statement sent Felicia's alarm skyrocketing and it didn't get any better when Scott and Johnny both joined her on their knees as a plain looking teenager walked into the room with a hungry smile, flanked by the statuesque forms of Jean Grey, Storm, and Sue Storm all wearing variations on Johnny's scanty outfit.