Raid and Betrayal – Celebrities & Fan Fiction

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Yes, I know some of the starting paragraphs are satirical and annoying. I’ve decided to post the full story here. The satire about men and women, or heroes and villains, is all over even today’s Internet memes. Sorry not sorry.

DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictional, and over the age of 18.

Tags: Spiderman, Peter Parker, Black Cat, Felicia Hardy, ass worship, slavery, ass licking, latex, buttjob, breakup, cheating

NOTE: This story can be considered a continuation to The Heisty Buttwoman Ch. 3.

Black Cat stared down at the building. She knew her equipment was all there. The police raid where they broke into her apartment and took every last bit of equipment she had robbed from detectives and the cops herself. She had been taught that it was wrong by her mother, sure, who had wanted to raise her to be a lady. But what was that to her when she found being bad was so much better for both boys and girls?

She was tired of the heroine types. Wonder Woman, Batman, Superman, and so on. They were all trying to do the ‘right’ thing. She knew that. But it didn’t mean a thing. Didn’t the Green Goblin point out that Spider-Man would be a hero only until he failed to save New York? Didn’t Harvey Dent aka Two-Face say that ‘You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain’? What was the fucking point, she wondered, of just trying over and over again to save a bunch of ingrates from the problems they themselves build sometimes? She knew she would most likely be remembered for her fat ass, not for saving people. How many people didn’t look at Wonder Woman’s tits after she’d saved them?

She knew how it felt. After dragging a boy she liked in her childhood to safety from the bullies who might have beaten him up if she hadn’t intervened, she had tried to get him to be a boyfriend or at least befriend her, but he had simply thrown her offer back in her face and said that he didn’t need her help. He stormed away, leaving her tear-streaked and wondering what had she said which was so wrong. All she’d wanted was a Valentine’s Day card, not an engagement ring!

The next time she saw the bullies corner him and take his lunch money, she walked passed and simply shoved one of her own bullies apart into a nearby kid’s sphagetti. She didn’t want to be known as a female white knight. She felt his pleading eyes on her, but she was still upset at him acting tough when she was ready to defend such a cute boy. Blue eyes, the sweetest innocent look when he was trying to think… she was ashamed to think how much she’d tried to sit next to him. Why did even kids go through all this hormonal rubbish when they already had to suffer through it as teenagers? She wished she was back there so she could’ve tried to win him over with what she knew now. She knew so much more…

She snapped her thoughts back from her past as a car door slammed. She looked down from her perch a building or two away. The NYPD seemed to have surrounded the place. She thought why they would have to surround their own headquarters… then she understood. With a shriek of delight, a slim figure burst out of the window dressed all in green and sent vines all around her. As she hit the ground, vines whipped around, deflecting the cop gunfire, and wrapped around their throats, grabbed their ankles, and threw them around the place. Skulls smashed, cops gurgled and choked as they tried to frantically batter at them with their guns and nightsticks, and glasses shattered as policemen flew through their own car windows.

When all of the cops were either dead or paralysed from the vines, Poison Ivy turned around, deliberately showing off her figure-hugging green bodysuit. Her tits bounced as she walked away among some of the bodies. She walked right towards a big flower and got into it, the petals closing around her. A gigantic vine carted the flower away.

Black Cat stared down at the carnage and sighed. ‘Okay, Peter Parker, let’s see you handle this.’

She took a giant leap to the next building, shot out a grappling hook and swung towards a window. Just her luck. She spotted a gigantic cache of equipment and weapons inside, some what she considered ‘hers’ and some not. It was perfect. If she had to break in Spider-Man, this might be what she could do to gain his loyalty.

She whipped out a claw glove from her pocket and stuck it into the wall. She started sliding down slowly, stopping occasionally to check out the other rooms in it. There were some good items there and some not, like a few diamonds and jewels which must’ve been a part of other raids.

She could do with some of them, but her own things would have to do for now. She reached the end of the building and leaped off, landing very softly on her hands and latex-booted feet just like a real cat.

She walked among the bodies and looked up, forgetting that Spider-Man wouldn’t be swinging away tonight. She had told him to try to discover MJ and leave her because she was ready to bring him into a world of pleasure he had never known. The pleasures of her body, booty, and even her pointed latex heels.

She walked to one of the cop cars, picked out the keys from the pocket of one of the bodies lying next to it, and fingered them until she found what key might fit. She got inside and revved the engine.

‘All right, little boy,’ she whispered. ‘Let’s see if you make the right choice — dark pleasure or vanilla love.’

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Peter stood in front of MJ’s home. His heart ached. He didn’t really want to break up with a good, sweet girl who had treated him perfectly well and get into a criminal’s sharp claws instead. But MJ was so… boring. No blowjobs, no experimenting in the bedroom, and no allowing him to go down on her. She was happy with missionary, or so she claimed. But why was that any good?

He’d tried getting her to watch blue films, bought books out of his student allowance and even asked some of her and his friends to discuss pleasure zones with her. She was so grossed out by them saying ‘pussy’ that she refused to have sex for two weeks and only allowed him back inside her after she felt that she’d ‘punished’ him enough for trying to broaden their sexual horizons.

That was the only time he felt she’d treated him badly.

He wondered again about Black Cat. He recalled about how she took control of his body, dominated him, and made him a slave to her ass. It was so plump, so juicy… so kissable. He still wanted to sink his teeth into her phat ass. The experience was so different and so rewarding unlike MJ. Guys have needs to, he wondered resentfully. We shouldn’t have to choose between frigid bitches to marry and sexy Goddesses who give themselves over to us so freely, but have a cock count bigger than a country’s population?

He couldn’t decide. He turned around and walked away from MJ’s apartment. It was such a hard thing to decide, he wondered, feeling a stirring in his spandex pants as he wondered about what Black Cat might do to him after she found out he hadn’t broken up with MJ.

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Black Cat waited impatiently in front of her dungeon. Her arms folded, her lips pursed, and worry in her heart. She hoped he hadn’t done anything stupid to be captured. She needed him with her heart and mind… but letting him know that might kill his desire for her if she told him too early. She looked up and saw a web shoot out from behind a building. She sighed in relief, then tensed as she wondered someone else might have kidnapped him and taken his equipment. She saw the red and blue spandex suit swinging out from behind, then land neatly before her. She walked forwards.

‘Peter,’ she whispered, torn between relief and wondering if it was him beneath the suit. She took her own mask down. ‘I wondered you’d never come. I just…’

The figure took down its mask… and Peter’s face was there in the dark. She sighed in relief. Peter chuckled. ‘Afraid someone had kidnapped me?’

Black Cat looked away. ‘No… it’s just…’

Peter laughed. ‘No, Felicia. I know those things worry you. As a criminal yourself…’

Felicia shot forwards and grabbed him. He squeaked and jumped up as she grabbed his ass cheeks.

‘The criminal who’ll have you in the cheeks of her ass,’ she whispered in his ear, squeezing his own. ‘Now and forever.’

She kept groping him until he squeaked with pleasure and anticipation. She kissed him on the mouth and drew back, wondering if she’d given away too much of her feelings for him. She saw him looking up at her with the adoring gaze a boy gives to the woman who takes or shares her virginity with. She sighed in relief.

‘So, what did she say?’ she asked.

Peter looked confused. ‘What… oh, that. She… er, she just…’ Black Cat scowled. ‘Are you quite sure you asked her?’

Peter lowered his gaze. ‘I mean… no… but I would have…’

Felicia’s brows darkened, and Peter almost looked terrified. She walked closer to him, hands on her hips. Peter started backing away, his face a mask of both adorable terror and petrification. She was wondering how to punish him for not doing as he was told… but she didn’t want to scare him away.

‘P-Please, Felicia,’ gasped Peter, almost tripping over a rock. ‘I didn’t mean to disobey you, I just didn’t know how to…’

Felicia stopped cornering him and cocked her head. Disobey? She hadn’t wondered she owned him to this extent, but if he was himself offering it up…’

‘Yes,’ she said, pretending to be really mad. ‘I’m as good as your new Goddess and wife and you couldn’t even do the one thing you were asked????’

Peter actually did trip over another rock and landed flat on his ass. He was so worried that he didn’t even hear the ‘wife’ bit. ‘But, I really want you! She’s so vanilla and boring! She doesn’t do anything to keep me hard and I just was wondering…’

‘What?’ She snapped, looming over him. ‘That I’d give you my lovely body to see and view and you’d just run out on me? No, no, NO!’ She bent over Peter. He was looking down her latex bodysuit with a very deep cleavage she had already made for him before waiting outside her place. He was mesmerized.

She took in a few purposeful deep breaths in front of him to make her tits go in and out. He watched them, his mouth open and a tiny trickle of drool starting to run out of it. She was pleased that her assets had such an effect on him even after three BDSM dates. He’d given her a pretty good idea of what she need to do as ‘punishment’. If he was already so frightened over ‘obeying’ her, she’d just make sure he was very obedient. In and out of the bedroom.

‘What’re you staring at, little boy?’ She smirked, watching as his eyes remained frozen on her boobs.

Spiderman was too mesmerised to respond. Strange sounds came out of his mouth but he couldn’t say anything. It was hilarious to watch.

‘Okay, little boy, stop babbling and get up, honey,’ she giggled.

Peter did. He was still gaping at her tits since he’d never seen those kind at college or outside it. Girls were interested in him due to how he handled Flash and most other bullies. They thought what had caused him to become so athletic, but of course he wouldn’t tell. Some of them had big boobies, or so he’d noticed. Larger than MJs. He was told by his mother and jealous girls with A- cups that it didn’t matter, it was what was inside their chest which did. Of course, being told not to care about something had made him intensely fascinated. He hadn’t had much time to discover girlfriends because of his superhero duties, and now that a sexy villain who knew her body and what to do with it was driving him insane. He had to have her. Even if it cost him the only good relationship he might have had.

He moaned as she leaned over him and grabbed his hand. She easily lifted him up. She opened the slit in her suit and let him have a full view. He gasped and looked up at her, then back down at her boobs. She wasn’t wearing a bra at all and her full, hard nipples looked like they could cut glass. She saw him staring and reached for her nipples, touching and tweaking them slightly. He moaned. She looked down and saw his cock was so gigantic and hard it could tear a hole in his spandex pants. She marvelled at the size. For someone his age he had a fucking gigantic bulge. She decided she could make use of it, but had to show him his place first.

‘Go on, pretty boy,’ she whispered, taking his hand and letting him run them across her pale, soft breasts. ‘Do you like these puppies? Do you want them in your mouth?’

Peter staggered forwards and groped her plush breasts. He was moaning a lot as he did. He’d never felt any breasts like these yet, though he’d seen them bulging out of bikini tops at the beach sometimes, on Fashion TV, and under the sweaters of the girls passing him in the hallways at college. He leaned forwards to lick her nipples but she caught him and pressed his face into them. He stuck his tongue out but she slapped his ass hard. It felt so tight and hard. Mmmmm, she wondered. She could do with fingering such a virgin hole herself. He licked her right breast again and she slapped him once more. He got the hint and stopped, just rubbing his face in them. She reached down and started to stroke his rod very softly through his pants. Without thinking, he started to rub against her and thrust really hard. She trapped his cock between her legs, reached down and put her hands into his pants. He made more gurgling sounds and gasped as she ran her soft fingers all over his thick shaft, feeling the veins almost popping in them, then stroking and teasing the tip. That was the part which drive him crazy. He moaned loudly and precum stained her gloves, the rest getting on the thighs of her suit as he tried to hump her without even getting his clothes off.

‘Do you like that, little boy?’ she whispered, placing four fingers over his tip and running them up and down. ‘Do you want to experience pleasure like those bimbo skinny girls can never show you?’

‘Mmmmm, hmmmmm, hnnnnnnnggghhhh, aaaaahaghhhghaaahh!’ squealed Peter, pushing his hardness between her thighs and trying to cum. She took his shaft out and pushed it back in his pants as he tried desperately to get some relief.

‘Not here, bitch boy,’ she hissed, grabbing his ass cheek hard enough to leave a mark. He groaned at the sudden contrast in sensations. ‘Let’s go in first and we’ll… talk.’

She grabbed his cock through his pants and started to lead him inside. She wished she had a leash as well in case someone was looking, but it was okay as long as his jewels were in her hands. She started to walk to the door and Peter followed, stumbling along while trying not to cum all over her hands. Even her grip on his cock was so teasing, but he didn’t want to make her annoyed.

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She took him up the stairs by his cock, threw him on her bed, and leaned over him right away. He gaped up at her gigantic tits bouncing in his face. She put her arms below his spandex top and whisked it off in one quick motion. In the next, his pants were right down to his ankles, and she gave them a quick tug to throw them across the room. He wasn’t wearing any underwear to avoid problems with baggy trousers. She licked her lips on seeing his already hard cock, then leaned down to kiss his chest. She moved her mouth all the way down and started to lick his tip. He thrust upwards without thinking, starting to moan again. She pushed him down by his chest and started to lick up and down his shaft. He attempted to fuck her mouth really hard for about a minute, moaning and gibbering about letting him cum and how much he loved her body. She ignored it and started to scratch his belly lightly with her fingernails. He shuddered as he felt her tongue taste his cock slit, just licking very lightly around it and trying to get inside. While he was shaking, she withdrew from him and got up. She stood on top of him, arms akimbo, and raised her boot. She started to draw it up and down his naked chest. He was still shaking so she just pressed her heel into his nipple. He gasped in pain and looked up at her. He gaped. She looked just like a Goddess gazing down at him, asking him why he hadn’t worshipped her in a while.

‘I want you to do something for me, love,’ she whispered, drawing her heel down his chest and sticking it in his belly button. ‘Will you do it?’

‘I…’ Her heel started to rub into his chest with her sole. ‘Y-yes, Ma’am, anything you like. What shall I do, please? Ah!’ He cried out again as she gently pressed her sole into his sternum firmly but gently, letting him know she was in charge.

‘I want you to be mine, first of all. I know you’ll do quite a bit to be under me in other methods than this,’ her foot moved to his face and she stuck out her own tongue, telling him to get his out to lick her boot like he had so often. He stuck his tongue out and started to lick her shoe, moaning as he enjoyed the taste — of her domination, that is. He tasted latex and some leather on her shoe, and a couple of other strange things, but he really enjoyed being ordered around by her.

‘Y-yes,’ he whimpered.

‘I have a lot of equipment stashed away at the NYPD, hon,’ she said, a big smile crossing her face as she wondered of using the law’s stash against them to avoid them and track them in real time.

Even shoot them if necessary. ‘I’d like to get that back.’ ‘But why?’

‘To avoid those interfering old fogies,’ she said through gritted teeth, remembering how she’d almost been violated by some of them after an arrest before a prisoner knocked their teeth out. ‘I want to stay with you but I gotta avoid the police, and I cannot be captured. Do you realise that, dear?’ She looked down at him, the light behind her glowing around her like a halo. She does look divine, he wondered. And with those hips and titties, I’d do anything for…

She snapped her fingers to get his attention. ‘Do you know what I mean, dear? I cannot be captured, or else I know you’ll just get another owner and run off. Or maybe you’ll begin training MJ to do this to you, won’t you? If I get arrested and thrown into one of those hellholes?’ She pushed the toe of her boot back into his mouth. He started choking on it before she adjusted her shoe. He nodded.

‘And this time, you really have to discover MJ and tell her what a bitch she was to you for denying you any boyfriend rights you had for two weeks…’

He gasped and tried to talk, but her boot was in his mouth. ‘H-how’d you know about that?’

‘Even teenage boys talk, darling,’ she sniggered, rubbing her sole across his face and gesturing for his tongue to stay out so she could wipe her shoe on it. ‘You talked about it for months afterwards with your friends and I talked to them as well. I know a few things.’

‘… You slept with my friends?’

‘No, genius. Their mothers and I were friends. I sometimes babysat them because I knew them from childhood and they didn’t know my alter-ego. And no, I promise just because I babysat them doesn’t mean I tried to take their virginities. I’m not that depraved.’

He kept licking her boot as he wondered over what she’d said. She took her boot off him and brought her pussy to him instead. He moaned as she wiggled the latex-covered hole near him. His cock rose really hard at the wondered of entering her, whether it was with his tongue or tool. She was so close to owning him with how she’d teased him for so long. He remembered how she had peeled of the latex, revealing her hot, sightly sweaty but tasty pussy to him and refused to even let him lick it, no matter how much he begged. She let her scent waft off her while moving her hips to an Arabian tune she was playing on her iPod, her pussy right on his tongue but just far away enough so he couldn’t lick it. She had amused herself a lot by refusing to let him even brush against it before he agreed to become her eager slave, pussy licker and ass worshipper for life.

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