Sue slept in her marriage bed, if for no other reason
than it was expected of her… For now, she had to maintain the illusion that she
was still the same old good girl Susan Storm-Richards. As much as she was enraptured with the
transformation into the champion of her Goddess that were occurring, she was
still and still needed to keep up the appearance of Sue Storm-Richards.
The arm across her caused her eyes to shoot open. She looked at the figure behind her. Supprisingly it was her workaholic
husband! She felt a tempus of emotions
in her heart. Resentment, Love, Anger,
Tenderness… It had been his neglectfulness
that had driven her to the path of the Goddess (hiss) but it had been that that
caused her to find the light of the Goddess (Purr), and yet… There was really only one thing to do in this
situation.
“Mommy wants her breakfast…” Sue murmured to herself.
She slid down in the bed trying not to wake Reed to
quickly and found his underwear. She was
going to get his “Husbandly affections” out of him today! She must have learned a few things from her
Goddess since she had her mouth around his member and had sucked the entire
rubbery mass of man meat into her mouth with one go. Without using her hands she was sucking,
licking and stimulating Reed manhood to full erection. Gently Sue rolled Reed on his back and
positioned herself to ride the bastard. He
had been a pain in the ass for her, well, now he was going to be a pleasure in
her ass. Reed had never been kinky…
mostly going for a version of Missionary sex. Sue knew that she couldn’t afford
to get pregnant at this stage… that would disrupt the Goddess’ plans… But she needed Reed’s cum inside of her. So she set about to ride Reed like an Anal
Cowgirl Porn star!
“Reed,” Sue Purred at her husband, “Stay asleep Reed,
just sleep and buck for Mistress Sue.”
Sue wasted no time… This was not about tenderness, or
love… She wanted Reed’s man cream in her and she was milking him with her
ass. In less than five minutes she had
what she wanted. With a cat that ate the
canary grin Sue dismounted the still sleeping Reed and made her way to the
shower. She had a busy day ahead of
her.
*
The first stop had been the office. In her rather corporate pants suit she had
walked in with a coffee and a smirk. She
must have had more going for her since once of the building staff noted she was
peppier than usual this morning when greeting her. In the back of her mind Sue had wondered
about recruiting the girl to join her pride of slaves… She would look nice as a feline fucktoy. Rather than betray her base desires, Sue
smiled and just said she had had a romantic breakfast with her husband. Getting in the office Sue activated the
security measures. She went about
stripping and then went throw the ritual of lubing and dressing in the divine
latex lingerie set. She ran her rubber
hands up and down her body and the then pulled the corporate pants suit back
on. Sue made an effort to grind the
latex tongue molded into the seat of her hotpants into her pussy as she got
comfortable in her chair. She turned to
her phone and thought for a second, first she reached into the back of her
pants and pushed the anal intruder deeper home within her. She smiled as she then opened up the line on
the speaker phone and called the residence of the next obstacle.
“Wasp?” Sue asked when the ringing stopped.
“Sorry, no,” Hank Pym said answering, “She is still
asleep.”
“You mind pulling a Prince Charming and waking her up?”
Sue said with a smile.
An image of a latex Princess Charming waking a latex cocooned
sleeping beauty floated in Sues head.
“More like Cinderella,” Hank said, “She was out at the
clubs last night.”
“While Janet would be the one to wear glass slippers,”
Sue smirked, “She would never leave the dance floor before a Bouncer told her
to the club is closed.”
“Yeah… She got in like an hour ago,” Hank sighed, “Hold
on. Janet, Janet baby. Wake up. Sue is on the phone for you…”
“Hello?” Janet “The Wasp” Van Dyme-Pym half snored into
the phone.
“Hay Janet,” Sue said warmly, “I want to schedule a
meeting. I am working on a new project
and I think you would be perfect.”
Sue worked to keep from purring when she said that.
“Yeah sure…” Janet responded groggily.
So long as Sue covered up carrying out her Goddess’
mission as a working on a fashion label that would get the Winsome Wasp’s
wrapped attention weather she wanted it or not. Truth be told she could use Janet as a
kitten. She was a sexy little minx, and
she was always neck deep in making outfits and remaking stogy outfits
sexy. The idea of a rubber Janet on her
knees under her desk excited Sue. She
made a mental bet about the point zero-zero-one second turn around when she
said the magic word.
“It’s a fashion label, I have a model, an investor now I
need…”
The effect was like a gallon of cappuccino had been
injected into Janet’s heart and brain.
“FASHION LABEL! I
AM SO IN!” She squeed, “I’ll be there in ten minutes!”
“Janet!” Sue snapped to get the flighty foxy femme to
focus, “I am about to head out to another meeting. Came by my office tomorrow afternoon.”
“Ok,” Janet said.
“I will be busy all after noon with the construction
people to get a space renovated so I can’t meet you today at all.” Sue said to
cut off Janet’s next thought.
“I will see you tomorrow?” Janet asked.
“Two O’clock?” Sue asked.
“That’s great!” Janet’s smile could be heard over the
phone.
“See you then,” Sue smiled back thinking of how much fun
it would be corrupting the bimbo bomb-shell.
Sue hung up the phone and smiled, she had meetings to
attend.
*
Sue was pleased to see her first Hench-Slaves waiting for
her in the blue Latex Catsuits. They
were kneeling in the make shift audience room Sue had set up.
“Bottoms up,” Sue ordered, “Put in your tails and let us
learn to be better Felines from our Goddess!”
The two complied with out further prompting and by the
time Sue had shed the suit the pair were showing off the tails hanging from
their vibrating butt plugs.
“Lets See what our Goddess has for us today?” Sue pulled
out the Opal and placed in it the projector.
She started it up and went back with the hench-slaves to
the couch they had set up for their wind warping masturbation and
indoctrination session.
*
Sue came too with the sensations of lips sucking at her
nipples, a face nuzzling her latex booty short panties with their built in
friends and a kiss on her lips. In front
of her was the face of Pepper Potts with absolute lust in her eyes. To her right was her tomcat hench-slave and
on her left was the pussy hench-slave.
In between her legs was MJ in her Tiger Catsuit.
“Hmmm,” Sue Purred, “What time is it?”
“Eleven thirty Mistress,” Pepper smiled, “I brought
lunch.”
Sue smiled at the sight of the bag of expensive take out
Sushi.
“Slaves set the table,” Sue barked the order.
“Yes Mistress,” they responded and left.
“Let’s have a chat while we eat,” Sue said, “I am sure
you will have to go back to Tony once we are done.”
“Sadly yes Mistress,” Pepper frowned.
“And you?” Sue rubbed her rubber foot on MJ’s side.
“I am all yours for the rest of the day,” MJ purred.
“Purr-fect,” Sue said holding out her hands to be helped
up.
MJ and Pepper helped Sue up and walked her over to the
dinning area that had been set up.
“Would it be possible to make night vision contact
lens? What about retractable glove
mounted claws? Or fang dentures?” Sue
asked thinking of ideas planted in her mind by her Goddess.
“I know they make the dentures already Mistress,” MJ
smiled.
“The claws should be easy,” Pepper smiled, “I have a few
ideas about where to get the contacts Mistress.”
“Good lets eat.
*
“So let me get this straight,” Pepper said, “You want to
set up a secure and untraceable high speed connection so we can live stream
your slaves having sex in certain parts of the lair?”
“Not just the slaves,” Sue purred, “Imagine being
completely hidden behind a hood and suit and getting eaten out by a sex
pussy-cat or plowed by a studdly Tom-cat?”
“Sign me up Mistress,” MJ pawed the Tom-Cat next to her.
“That is easy enough,” Pepper said, “besides Tony, there
are many venders who can provide what we need for a stack of untraceable cash
Mistress.”
“Good,” Sue said then pointed at the Tom-cat, “You boy,
stand up.”
“Yes Mistress,” the former security guard obeyed.
“You too pussy-cat,” Sue said to the former marine.
“Yes Mistress,” she smiled as she obeyed.
“Get your vests,” Sue snapped thinking of the image the
Goddess had sent her.
“What are you thinking Mistress?” MJ asked.
“Something the Goddess warned me about,” Sue said, “We
will need minions that can fight to defend Her lair as well as feed her with
fetish feline themed fuckery.”
“Great alliteration Mistress,” MJ said as she popped a
salmon roll in her mouth.
The three looked at the pair when they returned with the
body armor vests.
“Hmm, the image Mistress sent was a black hood with cat-ears
and a full face covering gasmask…” Sue said, “With the lens blacked out so they
are faceless.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard with the help of the Goddess,”
Pepper said.
“A their vests to protect them, black combat boots and
gloves like the swat people wear, with the armor plates in them, but rubber,”
Sue explained.
“I am not digging the sweat stains on those vests,” MJ sneered.
“Miss,” the Pussy-Cat spoke up, “This is the carrier, the
armor is in pads and plates underneath.”
“Black latex vests?” MJ asked Sue.
“Yes,” Sue explained, “And my Blue Suit. Maybe with a logo on them.”
“What kind of Logo?” Pepper asked.
“A Cat’s head that I would have to draw attention to my
wonderful sweater kittens,” Sue giggled at the thought, “I will have Wasp come
up with all of it once I enlighten her to the wisdom and service of the Goddess
tomorrow.”
“Wasp?” Pepper asked.
“Us going around robbiing places wouldn’t get past her
hair spray…” MJ shrugged, “But saying we are opening a fashion lable will be
like a dog whistle for her.”
“I agree,” Sue intoned, “Which is why I intend to make
her one of my kittens.”
*
Hank looked at his wife scratching at her right ear.
“What are you doing?” Hank asked putting down the
particle projector.
“I swear,” Janet said, “Someone I know is talking about
opening a fashion label!”
“Our kids are going to be so weird,” Hank rolled his eyes
and went back to his work.
*
Sue was thankful for the airtight nature of the breath
play gear she had bought… that hooked up to the air tanks meant that her, MJ
and their hench-slaves were safe. The
house was out of the way, run down and filled with convicts in a biker
gang. Sue had put up two force field
bubbles to make a vacuum so what happened inside wouldn’t be heard
outside. She was standing with MJ and
the Hench-Slaves as they fired the “carbines” as the former Marine called them towards
the bikers. She had another barrier up
to ensure no one shot back at them. It
also ment that her people were firing “Blanks”, rounds without bullets so they
just made the flash and noise but didn’t hurt people. She was watching the bikers. Some were panicking, some were fighting,
others were hiding and a number tried to flee but were stuck in the trap. Sue smiled behind her mask as she breathed
the bottled air from the scuba tank while the suckers in the biker gang were
breathing in the sedative Reed had made for the Treasury Department to capture
goons that broke into their vaults. The
Bikers had almost all flopped over by now.
They would be unconscious for hours and Sue could pick her recruits with
ease.
“What is so funny Mistress?” MJ asked over the radio
rigged between them.
“These are the idiots who were supplying the Wizard with
material,” Sue responded, “They have been smuggling weapons and hazardous
material in and out of New York City for a while… I stopped them when Shield
and the Avengers were too busy… but now I am going to put them to use for us.”
“They aren’t returning fire anymore mistress,” the Tomcat
spoke up over the radio.
“Ok,” Sue commanded, “Stop, get your shock sticks. Lets see… She’s a looker and a fighter, I
want her. Him, no. No on porky there. Take those three, they have Porn Star written
on them already!”
MJ chuckled looking at the three biker chicks with tank
tops reading “Porn Star” on.
*
“What about Catnip?” MJ asked looking up from the notes
they had taken.
“What?” Sue asked.
“Gay Bomb doesn’t really work because it is omni-sexual
not only homosexual in it’s effects,” MJ said, “I still can’t believe someone
actually made the Gay Bomb chemical from the meme.”
“What Meme?” Sue asked.
“Oh, Sorry Mistress,” MJ said, “For years there were
these ‘Weird But True’ facts going around about how the US military once got a
purposal for a non-leathal Nerve gas to turn enemy soldiers into useless fuck
bunnies. And since most enemy infantry
units were all guys…”
“Gay bomb,” Sue finished the thought.
“Kind of scary that some one made it.”
“What is more scary is the thought of Wizard having it
smuggled to him in New York City. Well I
am sure we will come up with a better use for it,” Sue said looking at the
clock on the cargo van’s radio, “Whe we get back we have to secure our recruits
and give them an education… Then we need to head home so our family doesn’t get
suspicious. I am feeling generous, MJ
suck Peter dry with a blow job and then have him finger fuck you. You two can either sixty-nine or have anal.”
“Yes Mistress,” the Hench Slaves smiled.
Sue looked back at the prizes, ten of them. Three fighters, one was a babe, the other two
were studs and seven domestic slaves.
She had checked their underwear to make sure the two guys there fit the
porn star qualifications.