Black cat

Peter wakes up, his head sore, his mask stole and a metal collar around his neck seemingly weakening him.

“Ugh what the hell” Peter mumbles to himself getting off the ground, looking around his cell. Suddenly out of nowhere, a foot slams into Peter’s crotch, he groans in pain before falling to his knees…

He hears footsteps and as he looks up he sees Black Cat, “Felicia?” He groans holding his crotch. “Shit, your file doesn’t mention ballbusting, also yes Felicia but not your universe” she says coldly looking down at him.

“Ugh what is this place- why aren’t my p-“ Black cat quickly interrupts him. “Cause of that collar, idiot. Guards!”

Two guards walk into the cell and hold onto Peter’s arm, Black cat puts her hand onto his chest before pulling down Peter’s suit.

“Aw~ look at that cute little thing” Felicia smiles looking at Peter’s slightly semi hard dick, she then quickly notices Peter staring at her cleavage.

Her hand grabs hold of Peter’s ballsack squeezing it, “eyes up here” she says coldly as Peter groans.

“Now, let’s get you all locked up” she smiles holding a chastity cage up, immediately Peter freaks out, “what- I’m not wearing th-“ Black cat covers his mouth.

“Trust me, put it on and things will go easy or I can make this, much, much more worse” she whispers into Peter’s ear…