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This story contains sexual situations and
is to be read by adults only. Here's another
part to JC 6, excellently written by Steve.
Yenoc.
Justice Club 6D By Steve
an addendum to Chapter 6
"The Taking of Mary Jane, and a Bonus" Mary Jane Watson-Parker was working. Some might not call what she did
work, but after standing up straight and contorting into awkward poses as
a model for five straight hours at a time, they would call it torture.
She had received several lucrative deals over the past few years, but
things were starting to slow down. Her agent had recently retired and
referred her to a new agent. "We've got a great deal for you," the agent told her while chatting
on the phone. "Someone really wants you, mostly because of your hair.
It's perfect for his needs. He's willing to go triple your normal rate.
Triple for a Supermodel, babe. Just imagine my cut. It won't be anything
bad, it's just great modeling for a poster." He then gave her names,
location and phone number, which she noted on a scrap of paper. Mary Jane looked at the address he'd given her. An exotic dance and
strip club called Justice Club. Her husband, Peter, was away on a mission
with Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat. She and Spidey were busy trying to find
Kraven the Hunter, so he would not get home until long after dinner time.
MJ would have liked to have gotten his advise on this photo opportunity, but
she would have to trust her own instincts on this one. As much as she
wanted and needed the money to pay the mortgage, Mary Jane felt that nothing
good could come from her posing for the raunchy club. MJ called the number
at the club, and told them that she was unavailable for their poster. "Just great," she whispered, "poster girl for a strip club." Apparently
she was going to have to get a new agent. The slip of paper dropped from
her hand and fell to the floor beneath the phone when she picked up the
phone to call back her now ex-agent to tell him he wouldn't be hearing from
her again. Thorne was more than a bit disappointed to hear that Ms. Watson-Parker
had turned down the offer that would have drawn her into his clutches the
easy way. He then initiated plan B. Three of the Club's enforcers, Bill, Mannie and Mack, put on gray
coveralls with insignia showing them to be employees of the city's
Sanitation Department. They grabbed a large sack, and got into one of the
club's unmarked vans. Their destination was the townhouse where Mary Jane
Watson-Parker lived. If she wouldn't come to Thorne willingly, she'd be
taken unwillingly. They were under strict orders, however, to do no
physical harm whatsoever to their target. The three thugs were delighted to find Ms. Watson-Parker at home
when they arrived. They could see her sitting at a desk in one of the
second floor rooms. Mack shut down the engine and set the parking
brake, then Mannie grabbed the sack and went up to the front door and
rang the doorbell. It took a few moments for Mary Jane to get to the front door, and
when the doorbell rang again just as she got there, she muttered,
"Hold on, I'm coming!" and then peered through the viewport on the
door. She saw a city worker holding a huge trash sack, and wondered
what he could need. Opening the door just enough to speak and leaving
the security chain hooked, MJ asked, "Can I help you?" "Yes, ma'am, my name is Mannie, and as you can see I'm from the New
York Sanitation Department. We have reports of some people on this
block smelling gas, and need to check your oven and water heater. This
should only take a few moments." Mary Jane asked him for some ID, and
Mannie showed her the well-made, aged fake ID that the club had provided
as a tool for their work. Satisfied, she opened the door and let him enter. Mannie wasted no time. As soon as he was through the door, he reached
into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of knockout gas. He aimed it
directly at the gorgeous face he was seeing for the first time, and
released the gas. Mary Jane had no time to even think about holding her
breath, and collapsed at his feet. Mannie went to the door and waved, and
was soon joined by Bill. Together, they bound Mary Jane's hands behind her
back, tied her feet at the ankles, and put a gag around her head to keep
her quiet if the gas wore off too soon. She then had the bag pulled down
over her, and was flipped so they could gather the end and make it look like
they were carrying out some large refuse. Mack opened up the back of the
van, and the lumpy sack was summarily tossed in. The gag hadn't been necessary. When Mack pulled into the company garage
behind the club, Mary Jane was still unconscious. She was taken out of the
bag and carried to a spot near the bar inside the club. There, she had her
bondage removed, and was awakened. Mary Jane shook her head, thinking, 'What hit me?' It took a few minutes
for her to get all her faculties back in working condition, and then she saw
that she was in a bar of some kind. For some reason, 'Need to talk to Mr.
Thorne' was floating though MJ's head. Her fear and anxiety of being
kidnapped were fading away. Mary Jane walked though the tables that littered the floor, practicing
what she would say, "I'm sorry Mr. Thorne, but at this time in my career, I
cannot be seen as a poster girl for a strip club." Then she added, "I think
it was downright rude of you to bring me here against my wishes." Her
meanderings had by sheer chance put her right outside the office of Mr.
Thorne
himself. As she reached out to knock on the door, it opened right before her eyes.
A powerful looking man came out and shook her hand before she even realized
it. Her eyes locked upon the deep black orbs that were his eyes, and he
gave
her a mental order to not run away. "Good to see you," came the strong, steely voice. "My name is Mr.
Thorne." "Yes," Mary Jane replied. She was slightly razelled by this man who
seemed to reek of power. "I'm Mary Jane. My now ex-agent, Mr. Terrance,
told me that you had a deal for me. I called to say I didn't want to take
part in it, yet here I am talking to you. You've got some nerve, and I want
to hear why I was dragged from my home to be here! Furthermore..." "Of course," he said casually, cutting her off and taking the model by
the
arm, "walk with me." Mary Jane felt some deep compulsion to do just that,
and
they headed towards the bar. "You said ex-agent. Have you broken off
contact
with him?" Thorne asked. "Yes," the redhead answered right away, "I will be
looking for a new agent once I get back home." Thorne was pleased to hear
this, since it would leave one less person wondering why they never saw her
again. "It's much too early for alcohol," he mentioned, "but would you care
for some orange juice?" "Yes," Mary Jane answered, and appeared startled as he offered her a
drink
she swore was not in his hand a moment before. "Thank you," she said with
her
eyes locked on the dark orbs on Thorne's face. "And you were about to say something to me?" he asked. "Yes," Mary Jane said as she sipped her orange juice. She did not want
to
reject his job offer. She did want to rip her clothes off and lay on the
bar
for him, but she was a married woman. Wait, what was she thinking? "I'm
afraid I would have to reject your offer." "Offer?" he asked. 'Oops,' she thought. "I guess I got ahead of myself. I thought you
wanted
me to...well, from what Mr. Terrance said, I had the perfect look and was
nearly a duplicate for the girl you wanted to be on your poster. I thought
you wanted me to pose on posters, dressed like her as a body double." "Of course not," Thorne replied as he waved off the idea with his hand. "I'm glad of that," Mary Jane said, sipping her juice. "Do you have a
line
of nightwear or something that you want me to model for a catalog?" "No," Thorne said as he took the drink from Mary Jane, "I want you to
dance for me." Mary Jane could feel nothing, move anything as she fell off the stool.
"What was in that juiccccccccce.....?" she started to say on the way down.
Someone had caught her, but she could not see who. All she could do was
focus
on the dark eyes of Mr. Thorne. She heard though the blackness that surrounded her, "The townhouse?" "Sanitized, and the agent who did it is already flying to Mexico." "All traces of her past life will be gone...gone...gone." The word
echoed in her head as awareness slowly faded away. The once again unconscious form of Mary Jane Watson-Parker was taken to
the dancer's dressing room, her mind now a total blank. In fact, it could
be said that the beautiful, unnamed Jane Doe was taken to the dressing room.
Her mind had been prepared for upcoming events. She-Hulk went to work on stripping the clothes from the redhead's body,
and was stunned at just how perfectly shaped she was. If it weren't for the
red hair, which she couldn't associate with ancient Greece, she'd have sworn
she was working on an unconscious Greek goddess. She-Hulk was both seeing and feeling how natural and full Mary Jane's
breasts were when she was startled as Wonder Girl walked in, dressed in her
Domina costume. "So this is the woman who will pretend to be me on stage,"
Dru said as she handed her original costume to Jennifer. "A very nice
body!" Jennifer started to put the costume on the inert form with Dru's help.
They could hear the music starting, and knew they had to hurry. Once the
costume was completely on, they put the black wig over her head to make her
complete as Wonder Girl. As stunning as Dru had been in her costume, this
impostor made her look like a dowdy teenager. They then rushed with her to
the edge of the stage. "Wonder Girl" coughed as the odor of smelling salts assaulted her nose.
The first thing she realized was that she was not in bed, nor on the couch
waiting for her husband. The second thing she realized was that she was
surrounded by people, lots of men. She focused on a nearby figure up on the
stage, a female, and started to approach her. "You're not Wonder Girl!" the woman said in an angry tone. Afraid of what this powerful looking woman could do to her if she was as
mad as she sounded, "Wonder Girl" turned away from her. Realizing that
there
were few options, the bogus Wonder Girl ran. The curtain in the back of the
club was the only way out she could see. A golden rope fell down over her shoulders, and tightened around her
arms,
causing her to stop. She dropped onto all fours as a mass of black hair
landed in front of her. All she could do was look at the black wig, unable
to do anything else, let alone be able to run. The woman, dressed in an ultra sexy Wonder Woman costume, pulled her
around. "I don't know who you are," said the black haired lady. "Wonder Girl"
just had to agree. She didn't know who she was, either. "But disguising yourself as my sister in an effort to escape," she
continued, "was a big mistake." She knew it was a mistake. Why did
she even try to disguise herself as Wonder Girl? Wonder Woman continued, "Forget your past." What past? "You are
now going to be known as Kandy Kyle, and work for us here at the club."
Of course, Kandy agreed. She could never be a supermodel. "You are a stripper and prostitute," Wonder Woman added. "You are also
a very evil villainess called Catgirl. Do you understand your new role?" Of course she did. Kandy said, "I understand that I am Kandy Kyle, the
Catgirl. I am a stripper here at the club and also a prostitute. I await
your further commands." Wonder Woman thought the dancer was doing a great acting job, and
couldn't
wait to see the rest of the scenario play out. She loosened and removed the
'fake' lasso from the new villainess. She then ordered Kandy, "Since you
are
a stripper, go for it!" Kandy could not wait to get started to the music that changed in tempo.
She knew what to do, after all, this was her life. As she thrusted her
breasts forward for the crowd, one of the bracelets came off her wrists and
fell onto the stage. The crowd was really into it. They acted as if they
had
never seen her before, even though they knew it had to be their favorite,
Anygirl. She stole the spotlight from Wonder Woman as the shoulder straps
came off, allowing her abundant orbs to swing free. Her pert nipples were
standing proud, beckoning for a sucking. "Come on, let me kiss those babies!" a crowd member yelled, as Kandy
rubbed her breasts together. When the rest of the red costume was around
her
legs, she kicked it to the crowd. A fist fight almost started as the men
grabbed for it. Wonder Woman then took center stage, distracting the men,
as
Kandy went back stage to shower. When she reached her room, She-Hulk and Fairchild were already there.
"Hello there," Kandy said, "I can't do anything with the two of you, because
I need to get back on stage. But afterwards, rrrroar. We can have some
fun!" "Nope," Caitlin said, as she tossed a variation of Catgirl's stage
costume
to her. It was the street version, the one that would not tear or fall off
in
tight situations. "Mr. Thorne has a job for us, particularly now that
another
'Catgirl' is up on stage. We are supposed to be faceless thugs that will
help
you." "Afterwards," She-Hulk said, while picking up her full body black leather
costume, "we will have some activity which the readers are really going to
enjoy!" She turned her head towards the readers and winked. "Huh?" Kandy gave a curious glance as she sat and began to pull on
fishnet
tights. "Never mind," Caitlin replied as she began to put on her own black
leather
catsuit. "It's her non-sequitor meaning we will be using the bed later
tonight, but not for sleeping!" "That will be great," Kandy replied, with a Cheshire Cat grin on
her face as she pulled on her black leotard. As she finished putting on her
costume, Kandy knew that she was now going into action as Catgirl. ************************************ Frederick was walking around the nearly completed construction site with
his accounting assistant. "Robby," he asked, "what's the opening date?"
His
meek aide trembled at the sound of his imperious boss's tone, and answered,
"Three weeks." "Three weeks?" he blurted, turning to face the accountant. "But," quivered the accountant, "that is after using your influence with
the construction workers. Normally it would be five weeks. And the liquor
licenses would take over 3 months, if not for those pictures of the City
Council members we got, hee, hee." "I can't believe we're finally getting close to putting this Mr. Thorne
out of business. The sex industry is supposed to be my domain. MINE!"
Robby ducked as the fist went flashing through the space where his bald head
had been. "And some jerk comes in and starts takin' the market right out
from underneath me. He hires my best girls away, and then brings out those
great acts, which no one can top. The stars of my show, MY SHOW, are now
lousy waitresses!" "The Villain's Lair should be up and running soon," Robby added, trying
to
placate his boss. "Plus the back rooms are already being used. We've
already
kidnapped twelve runaways and put them on the regular drugs. They should be
walking the streets for us by the end of the week." "And you're sure there's no way we can get a piece of Thorne's action?" "No sir," the accountant replied. "He's got all the right paperwork, and
little in the way of outstanding debt. None of our plants seem to get
anything
before they turn over to his side. Even getting minors in there, caught
drinking, is a no go. Once he gets financial backing, the only way you'll
be
able to stop him is if you blow up his club." "I'd worry about your own club coming down before it opens," a sexy
female
voice taunted from the entrance way. The owner of that voice was dressed in
a
sleeveless black lycra spandex leotard which showed her ample cleavage. A
black domino mask, with painting that made it look like cat eyes, covered
the
face of the redhead. "Girls," she ordered, clicking her clawed fingers
which
were part of her black opera length gloves, "let's do a little bit of
deconstruction!" Two figures emerged from the shadows behind her. Their muscles were
evident beneath the shiny black leather that fully encased them. "Will do,
Catgirl," replied the 'smaller' of the two titanic, muscle-bound figures.
She
picked up a table and threw it into the back wall, seventy feet away. "You see," said the larger figure in black, as she picked up the bar
itself,
"we've heard about you, and how you plan to interfere with our boss's plans.
Mr. Thorne wants us to make sure that doesn't happen." Weeks of work were
destroyed as the bar was heaved into the basement, ripping a huge hole in
the
floor. "Not so fast, my little toys," Catgirl yelled at the retreating mobsters.
She took two small balls of yarn from her belt and tossed them at them. Red
and blue yarn wrapped around the two, encasing them from knee to neck.
"They
mentioned some other girls," Catgirl said as she dug more yarn from her
weapons
belt. "Make sure they don't escape, because I want to play with them after
I'm done here." After Jennifer and Caitlin had taken the yarn and went to the back of the
demolished bar, Kandy took out a golden rope, Wonder Girl's lasso. "I've
been
given permission to borrow this to make sure you two little rats keep
trouble
to a minimum." "Listen to me," she ordered after placing the lasso around them. "You
will
obey Mr. Thorne, myself, and anyone who Mr. Thorne owns, in that order.
Every
night, you will call this number, 555-4916, and tell the person that answers
all of your illegal activities during the day, particularly if they have
anything to do with Mr. Thorne or the Justice Club. You will try and ally
with enemies of Mr. Thorne and work together to bring him down. Thanks to
your phone calls, we will take them down." Catgirl continued the instructions, "Also, if you have any women who look
very good, or look like Superheroines, you will send them to the Justice
Club
to act as spies. If they do not report back, you will believe they have
been
caught and forget about them. You will not remember hearing any of these
instructions or doing any of these actions. If you or anyone else becomes
suspicious of these actions, or their results, you will call the number and
report that." "All you will do," Kandy said, finishing up the instructions, "is leave
this club, thinking that all is okay. You will be shocked to find that it
is
destroyed tomorrow. Now leave, and forget everything major that happened
tonight." Catgirl used her claws and shredded the yarn. "Now go," she ordered as
the
lasso came off. "What are some of the other ways of stopping them?" Frederick demanded of
his accountant as he started to walk away, seemingly ignorant of Catgirl's
presence. "I'm looking into declaring his place unclean. We've got someone in the
Health Department," the voice slowly was fading, "who bet big and lost even
bigger in the College Bowls..." Catgirl smiled as they walked away. Now to get on to the pleasurable
part. She-Hulk was proud. It looked like a rainbow with the way all of the
girls
were tied up in the Cat Yarn. Not a single one of the dozen had escaped
them.
Still, over half of the group did not put up much of a fight. They were
drugged and sexually abused. For some, they were near death. "They look like you after I get the upper hand with you!" Fairchild
jokingly observed. "Yeah," She-Hulk replied to the red head dressed in an
identical black costume to her own, "but Mr. Thorne makes sure that I will
be
able to work later and serve him. These poor girls, if they start to die,
the
thugs just toss them into the gutter to bleed to death." "We can't have that can we?" Catgirl said as she walked into the room.
"You know, She-Hulk, for an ex-lawyer, your English sure sounds sloppy!"
Jennifer just glared at her. Kandy quickly drew the lasso around the tied
up
girls and gave some commands. "In a moment, you will all get up and take
the
money I will hand you. You will then go and take a taxi to the Justice Club
and walk in. When the bouncer stops you, say 'Catgirl sent us to be
properly
licked and cleaned up.' You will then follow orders and work as waitresses
at
the club, working for room, board, and pleasure." When Catgirl removed the lasso from the group, she gave forty bucks to
the
strongest looking girl. "Now go on, leave this place." The group quickly
and
happily left their place of torture. "Now all we need to do is bring the house down." "Not quite," came a new voice. Selina Kyle, the original Catwoman,
entered the room, nearly exhausted from her activity on stage, but still
hoping for some action. "I need to see that you are worthy of the title of
Catgirl before I bring you to Mr. Thorne." "Worthy?" her potential protege asked. "Yes," Catwoman replied. She then held up the lasso which she managed to
steal away from the distracted Catgirl. "We had our eyes on a bigger prize
for tonight, so we did not get to initiate you properly into the Justice
Club.
Mr. Thorne will do that in another night or two after his fun with Wonder
Woman. Meanwhile, I've decided that I'm going to have some fun. Girls?" She-Hulk and Fairchild grabbed both of Catgirl's arms. She struggled in
vain as Catwoman put the lasso around her. "Mary Jane?" Catwoman asked. "Can you hear me?" Deep within the mind of Kandy Kyle, the magic of the lasso found the
remains of Mary Jane's psyche. "Yes?" came the response from the woman
behind
the mask. "When I remove the lasso, Mary Jane, you will become aware of all that
has
happened to you today. You will still have the skills of Catgirl. If you
wish, you may try to escape, but every time you use a skill, talent, or item
from Catgirl's weapons kit, you will become more and more horny, with Kandy
becoming more and more dominant in your mind. The hornier you get, the more
you fill feel the need to orgasm. If you orgasm three times, you will fall
asleep, and Kandy will reawaken. You will be in the tender mercies of Mr.
Thorne, to permanently become his sex slave as Catgirl. You will not be
able
to contact anyone from your life as Mary Jane, or even try to get the
costume
off, for the next twenty-four hours." "Do you fully understand all that I have told you, Mary Jane?" Catwoman
asked in conclusion. "I do," the supermodel dressed in black replied. The
lasso was then unwrapped and lifted from her shoulders. "Let her go," Catwoman ordered the muscle bound black leather girls. Realizing the need to act quickly from her husband's example, Mary Jane
grabbed one of the balls of yarn from her weapons belt and threw it at
She-Hulk, then dodged behind her. She started running towards the fire
escape, feeling heat building up in her loins, realizing that she'd just
utilized one of Catgirl's weapons. "After her," Catwoman screeched, surprised at the speed and level
headedness of the ex-supermodel. She-Hulk stretched her muscles, causing the purple yarn wrapped around
her
arms to become taut and break. Fairchild, on the other hand, jumped and
grabbed for Catgirl's left boot heel as she started to open the fire escape.
Mary Jane grabbed some Kitty Litter from one of her pouches and blew it into
Fairchild's face. Fairchild tried to get the Kitty Litter out of her eyes, as Mary Jane ran
into the nearby alley, wondering how she could so easily run in high heels.
Grabbing a two by four from the construction site, she wedged the door
closed, before running further into the alley. The area between her legs was
now on fire, and without any control, Mary Jane started to fondle her
breasts
and pinch her nipples with her claws. Catwoman went over to the back door and was unable to open it, until
She-Hulk bashed out the door along with the frame. "She got away," Catwoman
complained, as she kicked the coughing Fairchild in the stomach. "Don't
worry, that just means that she'll be a great Catgirl when we find her,"
She-Hulk calmly said as she took out a small metal object. "Plus," she
added
while holding up the tracer scanner, "we will know exactly where she is
going!" ***************************************** Mary Jane was in a stew, and had not a clue about what to do. She had
seen her reflection in a storefront's plate glass window, and saw herself as
Catgirl for the very first time. The image she saw was, at the same time,
both sexy as hell and exuding pure evil. "Oh my God," she muttered, "is
that
who I'm fated to become?" Mary Jane could not contact her husband Peter, or
anyone else she knew, for that matter, because of the magic lasso. Also, MJ
knew that what she needed to do was escape, but because that utilized
Catgirl's skills, she was in a quandary, and really needed to see her
husband. "Peter," she said, rubbing her breasts, "what would you do in a situation
like this?" She could do nothing to stop her own hands and claws from
stimulating her more and more sensitive tits. Mary Jane then realized what
Spider-Man would do. He would hide somewhere and let everyone think he was
dead, then sneak back home to rest. But where was she to hide? "I know!
The
docks!" she exclaimed softly to herself. "I can blend right in and hide in
plain sight!" ***************************************** Fairchild was driving the van slowly down the street, taking directions
that were shouted from the back. "Slow down," Catwoman roared, "she should
be just to the right somewhere." Turning to She-Hulk, she said, "Are you
sure
that she could not have gotten rid of the tracer?" "Of course not," She-Hulk replied with a smile, "but I doubt Mary Jane
even
knows about the transmitter deep in her womb. Even though she was not awake
at the time, inserting that tracer was enjoyable. Mr. Thorne has a nasty
sense of humor. A dildo which injects a tracer into the target. I hope I
can
test it out on you and see if we can find you someday soon." Selina
grimaced,
then said, "Possibly later, but for now, I do not want to lose this new
recruit,
particularly if she is as talented as she seems to be. Keep her on the
scope." "I think I can see how she is hiding out," Fairchild called back. They
went
forward and looked ahead. It was the red light district for the city's
port. "Blast," Catwoman clawed the passenger seat of the Justice Club van.
"She
knows exactly where to hide. With her outlandish costume, she would fit
right in amongst the dominant whores." "So," Fairchild said, as she took
off
her leather hood. "You and I can fit right in, after using some of the
supplies in the back of the van. Jen can drive around waiting for us to
make
our move." Catwoman looked at She-Hulk, who just shrugged. "I don't know of
any other idea without calling Mr. Thorne and saying we failed." "We haven't failed yet," Catwoman stated as she began taking off her own
costume. She-Hulk took the wheel and drove around the block as the two
stripped and then got dressed in some of the clothes stored in the van. Caitlin wore a pair of black latex shorts which almost seemed to burst
every time she moved. They easily slid up and down the black fishnets
covering her legs, with black spike heeled sandals on her feet. For a top,
she wore a simple white lycra blouse that was way too small, tied to hold
her
breasts up. She did up her face with a good bit of makeup, and turned into
a
slut. Meanwhile, Selina had also changed, wearing a short blue miniskirt, which
stopped way above her knees. This showed off her red fishnet hose and over
the knee red vinyl boots with stiletto heels. A red tank top, and a blonde
wig to finish, and she was ready to apply her makeup. Selina thought it was
ironic that she was pretending to do exactly what she had done for years,
before becoming Catwoman. The slut that she had become stepped out of the
van, and was the sexiest sight seen on those streets in a long time. "Don't forget this," She-Hulk tossed a couple of hearing aids to the two
hookers. "That way I can stay in contact with you." The two whores
inserted
the earpieces into the ears they had just decorated with dangling earrings.
"Can you hear me okay?" Jen asked in a test. The blonde whore looked back
up
to her and said, "Great. Now that we've narrowed down the area, let's walk
the streets!" ************************************** Mary Jane was fitting in perfectly, which was part of the problem.
Several men had already offered to pay for some time with her. Even with
the
extra high price she quoted, most were rather tempted to still take her up
on
it. Of course, walking in this part of town, the way she was dressed, was
one of the many skills of Kandy Kane, AKA Catgirl. She had to make several
stops every once in a while to prevent herself from having an orgasm, and
becoming Catgirl. Peter never had that problem being Spiderman. "Hey girl," a blonde called out as she approached her, "you new on this
block?" Mary Jane tried to act as nonchalant as she could with her knees
knocking, and answered, "Yeah, the heat was getting a little heavy, so I've
moved to find a better spot. If this is your area, I'll just move along."
"Nah, that's okay," a red headed girl in a tied white blouse said from
behind, "I think you should hang with us." Suddenly realizing that it was Fairchild behind her and probably Catwoman
in front of her, Mary Jane bolted into a nearby fish processing factory. "Perfect," Catwoman gleamed as she stepped into the Justice Club van after
Jen had pulled it up. She quickly got out of her street clothes and put on
her other working clothes, as Caitlin pulled her leather catsuit back on.
"You've blocked all the doors?" Selina asked Jennifer while pulling her cowl
over her head. "Yup," She-Hulk said. "All the doors and windows have been blocked. There
is no way she is getting out of there except by the front door." Dressed
for
a different type of action now, Catwoman and Fairchild were eager to get
back
to the hunt. "Let's go pick up our kitten then," Catwoman announced as
She-Hulk joined them to enter the fish cannery. *************************************** "This place stinks," Mary Jane thought, "in more ways then one!" She had
let Catgirl's skills out once again, trying to spot the best places in which
to hide. But there weren't many. She decided on a beam overhead, to see
when they came in, and was trying to plan for her next move while using her
hands to both climb the ladder and stroke her aching pussy. "There she is!" came the shout from down below. Her pursuers had entered
the building before she could get all the way up the ladder. "Grab her,"
Catwoman said, pointing to the climbing figure. She-Hulk sprang into the
air, gaining the distance and height to pluck Mary Jane from the ladder.
When
the two of them came down, Mary Jane did not have a moment to grab any of
the
items in her weapons belt before she was tossed yet again. Caitlin grabbed MJ and held her arms behind her body, preventing them
from
reaching the weapons belt. Catwoman slowly walked up to Mary Jane. "Don't worry, my dear. You've not lost everything yet," Catwoman taunted.
"Now then, I know we got off on a bad paw, but can't we kiss and make up?"
Catwoman, whose face was still that of the sluttiest woman in town, then
leaned forward and began to kiss Mary Jane fully on the mouth. After she
removed Catgirl's weapons belt from Mary Jane's waist, Catwoman began to
massage her breasts. This was too much for Mary Jane, so she finally let go
and orgasmed. Her moan went thoughout the building, sounding like a howling
ghost. "Well, well, well," Catwoman smiled. "We either have a Catgirl that gets
turned on very easily, or Mary Jane has been using her skills a lot." "Make
that using her skills a lot," Mary Jane said defiantly. Now that she had
orgasmed for the first time, she could think a little bit more clearly. She
slipped out of Fairchild's grasp and did a kick to the head of Catwoman.
Realizing that she could not get past Fairchild, Mary Jane fled deeper into
the factory. "Caitlin, since you let her get free," Catwoman ordered, "you go get the
equipment from the van. Jennifer, lets see how we can skin a kitty cat." *************************************** Above the factory, two figures were swinging through the night sky. "Spider-Man, look," Felicia said as she pointed to the red headed figure
in a black costume walking towards a van. "Looks like someone is doing some
after hours work at the cannery," Spidey replied, as he started to swing
back
towards the factory. "No time," the Black Cat replied. "We can always come
back for them after we take care of Kraven. But if Kraven gets out of
control,
it will be more than the loss of a safe at the factory." "You're right," Spider-Man replied, as they started to swing north
towards Central Park, unaware of the danger to his almost ex-wife in the
factory below him. ************************************** Mary Jane was getting nervous. If they found her, she did not think she
could put up much of a fight all by herself. All she wanted to do was to
run
to her husband, but until 24 hours passed, she could not make any contact
with
him or any of Mary Jane's friends. "Well, hello there," came a voice from above her; it was Catwoman. A
whip
ensnared MJ's left arm. Catwoman then looped it around the container and
jumped down. She-Hulk had snuck up on her other side and grabbed her right
hand. "We cannot have your claws cutting the whip just yet," she said, and
then proceeded to pull off, finger by finger, the clawed gloves. "I'd use the claws to rip out your eyes," Mary Jane seethed, trying to
sound defiant. "Let's put those hands were they can be put to some use,"
Catwoman said, guiding Mary Jane's entrapped hands to She-Hulk's breasts. In
hopes of doing some damage, Mary Jane squeezed. "A little harder please,"
She-Hulk asked in a condescending voice. "Do it like this," Catwoman said, demonstrating by grabbing Mary Jane's
own breasts with her claws, and twisted them until Mary Jane screamed in
agony behind her mask. "Ooops," Catwoman exclaimed as she put her hands to
her cheeks. "Did that hurt? Let me kiss it to make it better." Catwoman then used the claw on her pointer finger to slowly slice down
the
center of Mary Jane's cleavage. She then pealed back part of the costume,
uncovering her sore breasts. She then touched the nipples with her tongue
and
slowly began to lick the sore areas of Mary Jane's breasts. "Very tasty," Catwoman replied after several minutes. Fairchild
approached
and dropped the bag, getting Catwoman's attention now that she was finished.
"Now for the toys," Catwoman said with glee. "Fairchild, keep Mary Jane
occupied, while I take a look at what we have to play with." She-Hulk handed Mary Jane's arm to Fairchild. "Don't let her escape this
time." "Of course not," Fairchild shot back, then grabbed a hold of Mary
Jane's body and began to spin her around. Mary Jane could not focus as the
factory circled around and around. "Set her down," Catwoman ordered. Mary Jane fell to the ground trying to focus. Selina walked over to her
and reached to her crotch. She grabbed the zipper over MJ's nether regions
and opened it wide, exposing her pussy and ass to the cool air. "You know, the Hulk used to be known as the green monster," Catwoman
said.
"Well, now She-Hulk can be called the green monster." Jennifer walked up to
Mary Jane. The top and legs of the catsuit were still on her, but around
the
crotch, the catsuit was gone. Strapped to her crotch was a twelve inch
long,
huge dildo, colored bright lime green to match her own skin. "What do you
think of this?" She-Hulk asked. Mary Jane did not respond, not knowing what to do. She was unable to
focus
as the room slowly stopped spinning. Her disorientation kept her out of
touch as She-Hulk started to abuse her. "Do you want me to stick this in your cunt or your ass?" She-Hulk asked,
grabbing Mary Jane's face. "Neither," Mary Jane answered. "Aw, come on,"
She-Hulk said, "unless you make a choice, I won't let you lick the green
monster, and I'll ram it into you dry!" "My cunt," the terrified redhead
whispered. "What?" She-Hulk asked. "My cunt!" Mary Jane repeated in a loud voice. "Good." She-Hulk positioned the dildo directly in front of Mary Jane's
mouth.
"Now lick." Mary Jane tentatively began to use her tongue to moisten the
dildo.
After moving her tongue around it, she began to put her entire mouth around
the
dildo. Within moments, she was sucking it. Not knowing where she'd found
the
skill to do so, Mary Jane then deep throated the dildo. "Looks like we've got a real cock-sucker here!" Fairchild laughed. Ashamed with the realization of what she'd just done, Mary Jane stopped.
Her
cheeks looked as red as her hair with the embarrassment she felt. She-Hulk then pulled Mary Jane up, which she did not fight. She just did
not have the strength to fight back. Instead, she put her legs around the
huge green amazon and moved to position the dildo to slide into her cunt.
She-Hulk grabbed Mary Jane’s ass and slowly began pumping her with the
dildo. After Mary Jane started to moan, She-Hulk then angled her head down and
began to kiss the redhead, her hood pushed off to the side. Mary Jane
responded with passion, their lips intertwining and tongues meshing.
Slowly,
She-Hulk began to increase the rate of her humping, as the dildo began to
slide faster and deeper into Mary Jane. "Ohhhhhhh! Yes, YES, YEEESSSS!!!" Mary Jane screamed and orgasmed in one
big moment. She was now two thirds of the way to losing her identity to
Kandy. She-Hulk slowly lowered the panting Mary Jane to the ground. "Looks
like we have a real screamer here!" She began to remove the strap on the
dildo. Fairchild moved the exhausted Mary Jane to a nearby vat of fish. Propped
up, Mary Jane did nothing but try to catch her breath. "She’s pretty well
tired out. Do you want to just fuck her and take her back to Mr. Thorne?" "No," Catwoman replied, checking Mary Jane’s pulse. "She is just trying
to gain enough of a breather so that she can bolt again. It might be fun
trying to track her down one last time." Just then, they all heard a large crash. "Any thieves home? This is
your
friendly neighborhood Spider-Man calling!" "And Black Cat," came a female’s
voice. They sounded like they were at the other end of the factory. "I’d like to get my claws into that feline knockoff, but I don’t want to
go up against Spider-Man without an edge," Catwoman pouted. "Hey," Caitlin said, pointing at Mary Jane. "She looks like she’s gone
into
a coma." "I think it’s got something to do with the magic lasso," She-Hulk
answered. Catwoman took the golden lasso from her belt and quickly placed
it
around Mary Jane. "Why are your acting as if you are frozen?" With a poker
face, MJ told her, "I was told not to react to anyone I know and avoid
contacting them." "And you know Spider-Man? Or Black Cat? How?" She-Hulk demanded. "He
is
my husband, and she is a friend," Mary Jane replied. "Ohh, this is too
much!"
Catwoman gleamed. "When I take this lasso from you Mary Jane, you will
orgasm
for the third time and turn into Kandy Kyle. Kandy will be a loyal member
of
the Justice Club and use all of Mary Jane’s knowledge, skill, and ability to
help us defeat Spider-Man and the Black Cat. But now, anytime you use
either
Catgirl’s or Mary Jane’s skills, you will become extremely horny." The
lasso
was then lifted from her body. "Ohhh, Oohhh, Ohhh," Mary Jane began to moan loudly. "Rats," Catwoman
said,
"I forgot she was a screamer. Drag her back further into the cannery, while
I
pick up our toys." The two muscle bound girls dragged Mary Jane away, her
sexual tension building rapidly, as Catwoman picked up the weapons belt,
gloves, dildo, and bag. ************************************* "That sounded like a scream," Spider-Man said as he turned to focus on
the
sound he'd just heard. His spider-sense was acting weird, as if he might be
in danger in this room, but it was indicating an immediate threat. "That
was
a scream!" replied the white haired heroine accompanying him, as she started
racing in the direction from which the scream had come. "Wait a moment," he muttered. Something had happened which had sent his
spider-sense off the scale on full alert. 'Something dire is going to
happen,'
Spider-Man felt as he chased the Black Cat though the factory. He jumped
back
as a pile of crates landed right in front of him. He looked up to see a
female
figure dressed in an all black sexy leather costume who apparently had
pushed
the crates. She jumped down in front of him. Spidey triggered his
webshooters, hitting her with a ramrod of molded webbing. She reeled
backwards, falling into the pile of crates while trying to untangle herself
from the mass of webbing wrapped around her body. Spider-Man started to make his way around the pile of crates to get back
to chasing after Black Cat, but as he passed the web-coated black titaness,
his spider-sense tingled just a slight warning. Someone else must have been
approaching him. He turned around and saw a woman dressed identically to
the
one he'd just coated in webbing. There was one important difference,
though.
She was a lot bigger! "Hey there, sport," She-Hulk said, "do you want to have some fun?" She
flexed her fingers within the black gloves, then balled them into fists.
Spidey couldn't understand why his spider-sense was only giving him a small
warning. This woman was an obvious threat, but his spider-sense was making
it seem like she was a friend looking to do some sparring. "Let's not," he
replied, opting for the safe path regardless of what his warnings weren't
telling him. He aimed his web-shooters at the huge black beauty as if to
blast her, but she reached out and grabbed his wrists before he could fire. "Not fast enough," she said, as the woman in black grabbed his wrists.
"Since I did not bring my toys," Jennifer said, squeezing his wrists and
breaking the web shooters, "you cannot play with yours!" Spider-Man grimaced in pain beneath his mask. He kicked the woman into
the pile of nearby crates, adjacent to her ally. She recovered quickly and
sprung back up to her stiletto heeled feet. "Good, good," she said. "I
like it so much better when they fight back."
Felicia was running down the aisles of the cannery as fast as she could.
The fear of someone raping another woman sent chills though her body. Only
when she heard the crash of the crates way behind her did she stop. "Spider," she asked inquisitively, "are you all right?" The Black Cat heard the scream again, but this time weaker, as if it was
farther away, and it sounded more like a woman in the throes of an orgasm.
"Nuts," she mumbled, "Spider can take care of himself. I hope!" ************************************* Catwoman smiled maliciously as Mary Jane screamed out with her third
orgasm. "Mary Jane, are you okay?" she asked. The screamer looked at her
bare hands and beltless hips and said, "Why did you call me Mary Jane? My
name is Kandy, don't you remember? And where are my gloves and belt?"
"I'm sorry, Kandy," replied Selina, "I took them off while you were napping.
If you're ready to get back into action as Catgirl, I don't see why you
can't
put them back on." Gloves and weapon belt were passed to Kandy, and after
she had them on, Catgirl was ready to go. "I have little trap planned, with which I need your help, Catgirl,"
Selina
said. She related the scenario as she'd pictured it, then said, "Let's go
get set up." ************************************* Felicia ran further into the factory, searching for the source of the
woman's scream. Pulling up short as she rounded a corner, Black Cat saw a
red haired woman with a great body, dressed up in a wicked black costume and
lying face down on the floor. Her body was thin and exquisitely shaped,
like
that of a model. She suddenly recognized the hair and body. "Mary Jane?" she cried out with worry, running though the open floorway
towards the prone figure. "Mary Jane, is that you? Are you all right?"
The
figure lifted her head and turned to face the Black Cat. She looked like
Mary Jane, but her face was partially obscured by a cat mask. But it was
Mary Jane’s voice that said, "Who's Mary Jane? I'm fine, and you can call
me
Catgirl, or if we get to know one another better later on, Kandy Kyle!" Felecia was stunned when she failed to notice that this woman brought
up her gloved hand filled with dust, and blew it at her. She moved back as
the dust stung her eyes. Over her coughing, she heard Catgirl taunting,
"You
don’t like my fresh smelling Kitty Litter? I should be very upset, but she
is even more upset at your stealing her MO." "Who?" Felicia tried to ask between the gasps of air. "Me," stated a strong willed female voice as a booted foot came down hard
on her ass. Felicia went sprawling on the floor. Anger was in her green
eyes
as she looked up to see who had stomped her with a spike heel. It was
Catwoman, in all her purple catsuited glory. Selina stood above her,
staring
down at her with a whip in her right hand. "I like most cats," came her hard voice again. "But I do not like
copycats."
"What do you mean, bitch?" Felicia retorted, trying to stare down the woman.
"You took my Cat motif," she said, flicking the whip centimeters to the
right
of Felicia, "and became a thief," Catwoman added, flicking it centimeters
to the left this time, "and then became a quick knock off of me, before
turning into a heroine and helping Spider-Man!" The last time the whip came
across her breasts, drawing a small line of blood. "Well, I don’t care!" Black Cat shouted back as she swung her left leg
out,
trying to knock Catwoman over. Selina just jumped over it. "Perhaps I will
like you if you've got enough spunk, you little kitten, you," Catwoman
taunted as the Black Cat slowly came to her feet. "I really don’t like to start fights, but with you, I will make an
exception," the Black Cat said as she got up and placed her arms in a karate
fighting position. "Looks like I can teach you some lessons!" Catwoman
replied, then dropped her whip and slowly meandered towards the Black Cat.
When Catwoman was in striking distance, Black Cat tried a simple karate chop
with her right hand. Catwoman easily blocked the blow, and then she delivered a wide array of
kicks, punches, karate chops, and other moves with blinding speed and feline
grace. Felicia was able to block every single move, but they jarred her
whole
body and prevented her from returning a single blow. "Hey," Catgirl called from her position, sitting on top of some crates.
"Stop playing around with her! I want to join in the fun so we can BOTH
play
with her!" "Of course," Catwoman replied. She then gave a quick kick to
Black Cat’s stomach and an upper cut that felt like her jaw went into her
brain. As the Black Cat was trying to focus, Catwoman spun her around and
forced Felicia’s hands to go behind her, as she held her close to her own
body.
"Some yarn if you please," she said to a smiling Catgirl. Catgirl tossed a ball of black yarn towards the two cats. Felicia and
Selina were wrapped in the yarn, with Felicia's arms uselessly pulled back
behind her body, as she was trapped in an upright position. Catwoman, on
the
other hand, knew what to expect. She pressed her body into the Black Cat’s
body. Selina had positioned her head just to the right of the Black Cat’s
ear,
her breasts tight against Felicia’s back, and her hands quickly positioned
over
the Black Cat’s large breasts. "See what happens when two kitties play in string together?" Catgirl said
as she slowly walked over to the two, while carrying a large black bag. "So," Catwoman replied, "I think this string is fun to play with. Don’t
you Blacky?" Catwoman began to struggle as she moved her hands over Black
Cat’s large nipples. "Mary Jane," the Black Cat screamed as she squirmed,
which only caused more erotic feelings to be caused by Catwoman’s hands,
"please let me out!" "You don’t want to play with my friend?" Catgirl replied. She slowly
walked up and brushed some of the white hair from the Black Cat’s face. "I
promise you that she won’t play nice. But then, neither will I!" Kandy
Kyle
began a long kiss with Felicia Hardy, before giving a playful nip to Felicia
’s
nose. Selina Kyle looked on in envy from her close vantage point, then said,
"First things first, Catgirl. We really need to get down to business here." Catwoman scolded Catgirl playfully, before licking Black Cat’s ear. "You
see, she is a determined woman, once she gets into her new job," Selina
whispered into the Black Cat’s ear as Kandy Kyle got out an item from the
bag,
"as a prostitute!" Catgirl was holding a large strap on dildo. Waving the item in front of Felicia’s eyes, Catgirl said, "You see
Felicia,
I now know that this dildo has a tracking device which it implants as it
ejects cum. I, unfortunately, was not awake when they tagged me, and missed
the pleasure of its use. Just in case you escape, I'm giving you the
tracker
and a little bit extra!" Kandy slowly and methodically strapped on the
dildo
as Black Cat begged, "Mary Jane, please do not do this. Please." Catgirl
put her face directly in front of Black Cat's face, then said, "I told you,
I'm not Mary Jane. I am Kandy Kyle! Remember that!" Selina commented, "Her meowing is getting rather annoying. Could you
please shut her up?" "Of course," Catgirl answered. She reached into the
black bag and brought out a bright red ball gag. "Now, open wide!" she said
to Felicia. Felicia did nothing of the sort, but after her nose was pinched closed by
Catgirl, she gave a gasp to suck in some air, and found herself sucking in a
ball gag also. Catgirl shoved the ball into her mouth, then pulled the
strap
around her head and buckled it tight. "Come on now, and take it like a
woman,
Felicia," Catwoman said, as she began to lick Black Cat’s ear. Catgirl then used the claws in her gloves to slowly and carefully cut
away
the yarn and costume protecting Felicia's cunt. "Tell me," Catwoman purred
as she tried to look down, "is she really white down there?" Catgirl moved
her claws through the white pussy hair of the Black Cat, and replied, "It
looks like the real thing." She then stuck her tongue out, and licked from
bottom to top the slit surrounded by her white pussy hair. "And it tastes
real, too!" she added. "Now are you ready to take it?" Catgirl asked. Felicia's eyes were wide
in terror, her head shaking back and forth. "She must be ready, willing and
able," Selina said over the muffled squeaks coming from behind the ball gag,
"or else, she would be objecting!" Kandy slowly backed up and retightened the straps to the dildo hung
around
her waist, then menacingly approached the Black Cat. As soon as she had the
tip of the dildo against the slit in Black Cat's crotch, she rammed it home.
Even with the gag, Felicia’s scream could be heard as she was tagged with
the
tracer. Kandy rammed it in again and again, taking pleasure in raping the
woman who at one time was the rival in competition for Mary Jane's husband. "Do you think I need to make sure she been tagged with a tracer by
marking
her anus also?" Kandy asked. Selina, who had derived a good bit of pleasure
from the humping since she was strapped tightly to Black Cat by the yarn,
shook her head and said, "No, I don't think that will be necessary. I do
have a few other ideas, though. Cut this yarn free, and I'll show you." Just then, Caitlin came running around the corner and blurted out, "We'd
better wrap up soon here." She was still trying to pull hunks of webbing
from
her black second skin. "Even as a tag team, She-Hulk and I were having
problems holding back Spider-Man. He might get past her and come hunting
for
Black Cat at any moment!" Catwoman turned to Catgirl and said, "Get this
yarn off quick!" Kandy extended three fingers of her right hand and sliced from top to
bottom in the small gap between Felicia's back and Selina's chest. The yarn
fell into a fuzzy heap at their feet, and Selina grabbed even tighter around
Felicia to keep her from falling away. Black Cat was groggy from the
pounding
her pussy had just taken, and felt limp in Catwoman's arms. "It would appear that we will have to postpone our extended play with
this
kitty until we get back to the club," Selina told an obviously upset
Catgirl.
"Let's take advantage of the situation, however," she added, "and set up a
surprise for Spider-Man! Caitlin, get back to Jennifer and delay him for
about ten minutes. Then feign a retreat and lure him into this room." ************************************* She-Hulk had worked with Spider-Man enough over the years to be eminently
familiar with both his weapons and his fighting tactics. She knew that the
webbing she'd coated him with would not last long, and watched as he
shredded
the grey material. Spider-Man would be limited to his agility and strength
now for fighting tools, and Jennifer was looking forward to playing with
him.
When she made a move to pounce on him, Spidey jumped up and out of the way
to
his left. For some reason, when Spidey had first seen his titanic black opponent,
his
spider-sense reacted as if she were a known friend. The tussle they'd just
been in must have enlightened his spider-sense, though. When she started to
move in his direction, it sent alarms through his head like a Geiger counter
at Chernobyl. This black clad powerhouse was an adept and skilled fighter,
and he was still bogged down with clumped masses of his own webbing. This
slowed down the jump he made, and didn't help matters any when he tried to
exchange blows with her. Spider-Man couldn't seem to land any solid punches
on her. Since physical blows were not affecting her, Spidey decided to fall back
on his wits. "I'm impressed with your strength, lady," Spider-Man taunted,
but since you are dressed in black, I guess you must be a bad girl. Did you
get your growth pills and vitamins from the Incredible Hulk?" Jennifer put
a shit eating grin on her face, and thought to herself, 'Nah, that would be
telling.' "Close but no cigar," she told him, "but don't discount the
possibility of a good diet with lots of fiber and a good exercise program!" Spidey was about to answer with another retort when his spider-sense gave
him notice of an impending attack from his left. He turned and saw the
smaller twin of his current foe, who appeared to have gotten out from under
the webbing he'd layered her in. Instead of attacking him, however, she
leapt over his head to land next to her apparent teammate. She whispered
something in her ear, or at least the spot on her cowl where an ear would
be, then both of them turned on him. Without his webshooters, Spidey was in deep doodoo having to fight a pair
of these black powerhouses. Being a hero, however, meant that he had to do
something to stop them, and he still had to try and find Black Cat.
Thinking
that the best defense is a good offense, Spider-Man crouched, then sprang at
the gap between the black villainesses. Their arms went flying in an effort
to halt his progress, but Spider-Man's strength let him barrel on through.
Before they had a chance to turn and recover, he swiped his legs around in
an arc to take them off their feet. Fairchild went down, since she was the first to be hit, but She-Hulk took
the blow in stride and bounced over to her fallen cohort. "Come on, get
up,"
she said, "he didn't hit you that hard!" "Give me a break," Caitlin told
her,
"these heels aren't the best thing for close quarter combat!" Jennifer
grabbed her under her left arm and pulled her up, then said, "This spider
needs to be squashed! Let's get him!" Two black shapes which could have been a wet dream came flying at Spidey
feet first, heels aimed like daggers. Spider-Man didn't like the idea of
being impaled by four stiletto heels and jumped straight up to grab an
overhead crossbeam and let them sail by below him. Both girls got to their
feet before he could drop back down, and Spidey wondered if he was going to
be a pigeon in a shooting gallery now. To his astonishment, they didn't
come after him. She-Hulk turned to Fairchild and winked, then said, "Let's get out of
here while the getting's good. I don't think we have to worry about a
Spider-Man who doesn't have any spider webs!" They turned and raced down
a hallway. Before they could get too far away, Spider-Man dropped from his perch
and shot off a spider tracer, which made contact with the larger of the two
women and stuck to her right boot. He started to run after them, then came
up short in a moment of doubt. "Whoa," Spidey said to himself, "I almost
forgot about trying to find Black Cat. I wonder what direction she went
off in. Oh well, those two are my only lead in anything that's going down
here, so I guess I'd better follow them." With that, he started sprinting
down the hallway they'd disappeared in. *********************************** While Spider-Man was being so ably detained by She-Hulk and Fairchild,
Catwoman and Catgirl started to set up the trap they would use to take down
the web crawler. The groggy Black Cat had the magic lasso draped over her
shoulders, and was ordered to follow the other girls back to the club
without trying to get away, and to remain sleepy and unawares during the
next few minutes. She was told that she could not speak to Spider-Man when
she saw him, and could not even acknowledge that she'd seen him. The lasso
was then removed from her and restowed in Catgirl's weapons belt. Catgirl helped Catwoman tie Black Cat to a pole, with her feet, knees,
waist and shoulders all wound tightly with white yarn against the pole.
The slight tearing that Felicia's costume had taken during her rape were
increased by alternately shredding and pulling, until it looked like she'd
been put through the wringer. Her hair was then totally messed up, and
made to hang down directly in front of her face. The degraded heroine now
looked the way she felt. Catgirl then went to an adjacent hallway to
observe the upcoming events, but not be seen. *********************************** Spider-Man kept after his quarry for just short of a minute, then stopped
to listen for any clue as to their position. He heard rapid heel clicking
from further down the hallway, and took off running once again. As he got
closer to the open area, however, his spider-sense went ballistic. He
stopped short just as a wall of flame shot up from a pipe laid out across
the floor. Two more steps and he would have been barbecued spider, done
original crispy style. Gathering up his strength, Spidey leapt over the
wall of flame in a tucked in, spinning ball shape. When he alit on the other side, his spider-sense went up a notch beyond
even ballistic. A quick scan told him why. The two black giantesses he'd
fought were standing on either side of a purple clad woman he knew had to
be Catwoman. Catwoman was already peeling away the tracer he'd attached to
the taller one's boot. Oh well. Then his scan fell upon the pole near to
where they were standing. Spider-Man saw Black Cat strung up on the pole with her costume shredded
and her hair looking like she'd been through a tornado. He jumped towards
the pole before thinking what a dumb idea that was, and found out the hard
way just how true that thought was. The larger of the two ebony clad titans
grabbed his right arm and swung him hard. He ended up looking directly into
the hair covered face of his partner, but before he could even say anything,
the other black giantess grabbed his other arm and pulled. Spidey felt
bones
complaining, and thought he was about to split, when they let up the
pressure and turned him to face Catwoman. "As you can see, Spider-Man," Selina said, "we have been having a blast
entertaining your partner. We like this stray cat so much that we want to
take her home with us. I'm sure you won't mind if we give her a new home!"
The look on his face was priceless. "What have you done to the Black Cat,
Catwoman?" he shouted. "If you've harmed her in any way, I'll hunt you to
the ends of this Earth!" Selina clicked out a single claw, and put its
point on his nose, then told him, "You are in no position to threaten me,
Spider-Man. In fact, if I wasn't a sporting cat, I'd have my two henchwomen
split you in two like a wishbone. I don't work that way, though. We are
taking your friend with us, and if you care to try and find us, it will be
that much more fun for the future. Don't be surprised, though, that if and
when you see the Black Cat again, she won't be looking forward to helping
you!" Catwoman turned away from the strung up spider, walked a few paces, then
said, "Girls, make sure this spider meets some fish. I want to get a good
distance between us before he can try to follow." Spidey immediately envisioned being tossed into the depths of New York's
harbor, but was instead led to the edge of one of the cannery's storage
pits.
There was a huge bin of so far unprocessed tuna standing above the pit. He
was pushed into the pit by She-Hulk, and as soon as he was at the bottom,
Fairchild pushed the button that released the contents of the bin. Spidey
found himself inundated in more tons of tuna than he'd ever known could swim
the oceans. It would take him hours to try and climb or swim through the
slimy and slippery prison he was in, before he could begin his search for
Felicia. With Spider-Man out of the way, Catgirl came out of hiding and said, "I
sure hope that when he eventually finds Black Cat, I'm there to be in on the
fun." Catwoman turned to her acknowledged worthy protege, and said, "I'm
sure
Mr. Thorne will allow you to be in on the festivities. We need to get back
to the club now, though; the night is almost over and the sun should be
rising at about the same time that Spider-Man rises from that bin. We need
a way to get Black Cat back to the club. She can't go anywhere dressed like
that!" "That's easy," replied She-Hulk. "Bring her to the back of the van. We
can dress her to match the mind she will have once Mr. Thorne is finished
with her." Catgirl looked puzzled. "Back of the van?" she asked. "Do you
remember the two hookers you met back at the docks, Kandy?" Catwoman asked.
"Of course," she replied, "one of them was you and the other was Caitlin."
Catwoman took her younger ally by the shoulder, and said, "Come with me,
little girl. I have something I want to show you. Caitlin, Jennifer, get
Felicia down from the pole and bring her to the van. I think we'll all
dress up for our grand return to the Justice Club!" --
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