Pricilla "The Cheetah" Rich

There were a few ‘cat themed’ characters that tried to claim the title as top cat over Selina… Now Selina wasn’t one of these crazed ‘step 3, world domination’ types, but as far as Cat Burglars, she was the Queen and she intended to do something about the pretenders. She had her first contender to deal with.

*

Outside of Washington DC

Rich Estate.

Pricilla raged as she punched, kicked and slashed at the rubber MMA dummy.

“Those fucking shits! Kicking me out of the Legon?” Pricilla roared as she knocked the dummy over with a round house kick, “I will show them who the ‘fucking novelty who’s time has past’ are! I’ll rip them all to shreds!”

Pricilla screamed at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were no longer human, but cheetah eyes and spots had started to form in her long blonde mane of hair and on her skin.

“It’s because Luthor has to hots for Catwoman and wants to use my seat to get her into his bed,” Pricilla screamed, “Well I will find her first and when I do I am going to…”

The metal clank of the ball hitting the tile floor cut Pricilla off mid-statement and mid transformation. She had just enough time to see the pink metal devise just before it erupted.

*

“Yack, yack, yack,” Selina muttered from the skylight over the conservatory turned dojo, “Pris, you always talked too much and never acted quickly or quietly enough.”

Selina looked down into the room. There was no sign of a blast going off but it was clear that Pricilla was silenced. Selina jumped down into the room ready for anything, well almost anything.

Pricilla had been dressed in a ripped blouse and slack as she raged. The stunned woman in front of Selina was Pricilla, but damn. Pricilla was now dressed in a satin micro mini version of a French maid dress with cheetah print and pink details. Selina noted she was wearing a leather collar with a name tag in the shape of a heart on it. It was hard for her to tell if the cat ears on her head were a hair band or if she had gone full Nekomimi. After a long second the woman started up again from her shocked and static position.

“… Worship Mistress Selina’s Pussy and adore her as the female feline goddess she is,” Priss purred.

“About that,” Selina smirked.

“Mistress!” Priss snapped in surprise before getting on her hands and knees.

“Now, tell me, my little kitten, who is the cat queen?” Selina snickered looking at the meta-human groveling before her.

Selina walked around the woman turned cliché sex fantasy. A few things became clear, Priss was wearing panties and she was very hot, wet and turned on to be groveling in front of Selina.

“Mistress Selina Kyle, The Catwoman is the undisputed Cat Queen and rightful Mistress of all Cat themed pretenders to her title,” Priss moaned.

Selina raised an eyebrow, she was getting off on this. She hadn’t heard any indications that Pricilla Rich was anything more than a selfish man-eater. The closest she had heard to even bisexuality was Pricilla in her Cheetah persona feeling up Wonder Woman when she had the chance, but come on, everyone including gay men and straight women did that when they could. Selina wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, if Priss was bi, then being a Bi woman herself, she wouldn’t mind a little extra attention from her new blonde Nekomimi.

“Alright my little kitten,” Selina walked around in front of Priss and put one foot forward, “Let’s start with a boot polish… Tongue only.”

“Yes Mistress!” Priss purred with sexual delight as she crawled over like a cat in heat.

Selina watched as the blonde heiress turned Nekomimi maid started licking the toecap of her black leather thigh boots. Selina was an experienced dominatrix, but Priss’ performance had more showmanship to it than most subs, almost like she was acting out some fantasy porn part.

“Good kitty,” Selina purred.

Priss moaned something to the effect of ‘Thank you mistress’ as she kept licking and kissing Selina’s left boot. Selina was impressed and more than slightly turned on by the blonde’s oral attention to her black leather boots. Priss was well up to the knee on the left boot when Selina got a good look at the tag hanging from her maid’s collar; ‘Cheetah Priss, Property of Mistress Selina’. That made Selina smile.

“Other boot,” Selina ordered as she kicked off her maid ****.

“Yes Mistress,” Priss smiled as she moved back and then went to work on Selina’s right boot toe.

“Are there any staff?” Selina asked.

Priss moaned a sort of ‘no’ while shaking her head while continuing to lick and kiss Selina’s boots.

“So, we are alone here?” Selina asked.

Priss moaned a ‘yes’ and nodded as she licked Selina’s ankle. It was becoming too much for Selina as Priss was licking Selina’s boot calf. Selina reached down with her right hand and opened the hidden zipper between her legs and started to finger her pussy. Selina’s left hand started to massage her leather clad ‘sweeter kittens’. Finally, Selina couldn’t wait any longer.

“Let’s go,” She reached down and hooked a finger around Priss’ collar, “Time to put your tongue to work on my pussycat.”

*

The pair was in the shower now, Priss was blindfolded with a latex blinder, a pink rubber double penetration dildo and strapon panty around her as she blindly fucked Selina. Selina had spent an hour in a six-nine with Priss on her bed, they had backed together against a pair of double ended dildos, and Selina had tied Priss down while wearing a strapon harness so she could ride her cowgirl style. What had been Pricilla’s collection of disguises and hidden walk-in closet for her time as Cheetah was now a dressing room and props area for a porno movie shoot. Selina was pleased that Priss was a rubber and leather fetishist as well so they could share that fun between jobs. Selina had played with Priss’ double D cup tits a lot already tonight and it only made the blonde slut hornier. A little voice in the back of Selina’s head mentioned that Pricilla only had B cups.

*

Diana Prince, AKA Wonder Woman sat next to Victor ‘Vic’ Sage, AKA The Question.

“So do we have a warrant for this?” Diana asked.

“Do you ask that before kicking down Luthor’s door at three AM?” the snicker in Vic’s voice was obvious.

“Ok,” Diana pinched the bridge of her nose, “Should I bother asking how you got into the embassy’s security system?”

“I got the pizzas,” Dick Grayson’s voice came from the window behind them, “I hope you doing mind Diana, but I didn’t know what you wanted so I got you cheese.”

“Let me guess,” Diana folded her arms, “You broke into the embassy and tapped their security system Dick.”

“Nope,” Dick smirked, “Here you go, better have some before our rat gets back.”

“What rat?” Diana asked.

“Where is my pizza Nightwing?” A voice came from the wall behind Diana.

She turned and glared at the green rat.

“One Veggy here on the table for you BB,” Dick said, “Anything fun happen?”

“Nope,” the rat said as he grew into a green boy.

“Who is on the red carpet?” Dick asked.

“We have the defense minister, his wife, the ambassador…” Vic started pointing at people at the entrance.

“Why is Pricilla Rich there?” Diana asked pointing at the blonde in a red silk dress.

“Didn’t you know?” Vic retorted.

“What?” Beast Boy asked as he stuffed a slice of pizza in his mouth.

“Rich’s father worked out a deal before he died,” Vic said taking notes of the guests, “Rich industries is the American Importers for the state mining and oil companies. Grayson, does the red head in the purple and green dress with Rich look familiar?”

“Who is she?” Diana asked.

“Well… I never thought I would live to see the day,” Dick said, “Eat up BB, we might have a cat fight break out.”

“Irena Dobronsky is on the guest list,” the baritone gravel came over a speaker.

“Is that him?” Beast Boy asked in shock.

“Focus BB,” Dick said, “You got your change of clothing Miss Prince?”

“Why?”

“Print screen Vic,” Dick ordered.

“Hand on, here, Monitor three,” Vic grumbled.

Dick grabbed a black dry erase marker and drew a cowl and black hair over the woman’s face.

“Remind you of a certain girl friend from Gotham’s Darkest Batchelor?” Dick asked.

“Dick…” the voice growled.

“Dude! It’s Catwoman!” Beast Boy shouted.

“As soon as they see each other,” Diana sighed, “It is going to be hell.”

“What?” Beast Boy asked.

“They have been feuding for years of who is the Top Cat,” Dick informed Beast Boy, “Get ready.”

“It seems they have made up,” Vic interrupted everyone.

“What?” Diana asked.

“Why do you say that?” Dick asked.

“Because they are kissing” the voice came over the speaker.

“Did she just wink at the security camera?” Dick asked.

“Yes,” Bruce and Vic answered together.

*

“Security from the basement just went off line,” Dick noted.

“I’m on it,” Beast Boy shouted.

“Don’t bother,” Vic said looking at the diagrams.

“Isis is running cover,” Batman’s voice came over the speaker, “Check the ambassador’s office.”

“Camera Feed is running current,” Vic noted.

“Where is Pricilla?” Diana asked.

“Ah guys, is that a cat with a USB drive?” Dick asked.

“Rich and Selina are in the Defense Ministers room,” Batman informed them, “Hold on, she is signing behind her back… ‘Luna look for hot wings’, Dick get the USB drive from the cat.”

“What is the rest of that?” Beast Boy asked.

“She told Bats that she will be home in a week or two and wants a date with him,” Dick summed up the sign langue.

“Do all of you know that sign langue?” Diana asked.

“American Sign for the Deaf, lip reading, European Sign for the Def,” Vic said, “I am surprised you haven’t learned any.”