Kitty woke to the midday sun shining in the window. Looking around she didn’t recognize where she was, just that she was in a bedroom on a bed. She was curled up in a fetal position and she could feel the body behind her and its’ arm draped over her torso. She was still wearing the latex catsuit from last night. Their rubber bodies squeeked as the one behind her moved, Kitty gasped as the hand in front of her pinched her nipples, and then she swooned as the voice of her mistress filled her ear.
“Morning my pet,” Harley purred into Kitty’s ear, “That better have not been a one night fling, because if I have to I will tie you up and brainwash you to keep your sexy tongue around.”
“Please,” Kitty pleaded as her lust overtook her.
Kitty then slapped her hand over her mouth realizing she had just broken her hyena character.
“It’s ok baby,” Harley ran her other hand throw Kitty’s hair as she continued to pinch her nipples through her suit, “Unless we are specifically in a pet play scenario I want you to use your human voice. It will sure as shit save a lot of trouble over trying to guess what Bud and Lou wanted all the time.”
“Please don’t make me go back to my old life Mistress,” Kitty pleaded.
“Relax,” Harley got up, “Potty and showers first then we will talk about how to extract you from your old life so you can be my sexy rubber slut pet forevah.”
Kitty rolled over and watched Harley walk to the master bathroom, the rubber clad jester was almost in the bathroom when she stopped and started examining the crotch of her rubber catsuit.
“Either last night was not as magical as I remember or it was way fucking more magical than I thought!” Harley turned around, “I remember you getting at least an inch of tongue in my V slot!”
“And you tasted so wonderful Mistress,” Kitty cooed.
“How did that happen?” Harley asked, “The zipper goes from my neck to my navel and there is no crotch access.”
“My mutant power mistress,” Kitty confessed, “I can phase. So I can pass through solid matter. Me, my clothing, things I am holding, even other people holding onto me.”
“So you can reach right through the bed to play fetch?” Harley asked.
“Yes Mistress,” Kitty smiled.
Harley dove to the ground and grabbed a shoe, she tossed it under to bed and then jumped back up.
“Fetch!” Harley ordered.
Kitty went to her hands and knees, then leaned forward into the matress and stuck her head and upper torso in and pulled back with the pink strappy stripper sandal in her mouth. Harley slapped her hands over her mouth and then noticed the warm feeling dripping down her legs.
“Great, now I really need a shower and change,” Harley said with resignation.
AS if on cue Harley noticed a pile of wrapped boxes next to the vanity mirror. Walking over Harley looked at them, Christmas presents for Mistress Harley and Kitty “Snuggles”. Tearing open the first one addressed to her she found a red leather jacket and black leather pants outfit. She then tossed the first one for Kitty to her pet and arched an eyebrow as the first shoebox sized package held a brown leather pair of pants, a brown turtle neck and brown leather corset, brown rubber panties, a slave collar, slave wrist cuffs and knee high fuck me boots.
“Potty, then showers, then breakfast, then presents, and finally we get you out of your old life,” Harley laid out the agenda.
*
In order for this PR stunt to have the most impact, he had to deliver the truck of toys to the children of the hospital on Christmas day. Fortunately the sane voices on the PR team had won and the team had dropped the demand that he wear a Santa Suit while delivering the presents. Instead He sat in the back of his limo wearing a shirt, slacks and a winter jacket playing with the Santa hat in his hand.
“I can feel your judgmental stare even with the barrier up Mercy,” Lex said.
“Mr. Luthor,” Mercy lowered the blacked-out window between the front and rear of the limo, “I don’t like this thing with Lane.”
“Are you fearful you will lose your job because she is freely and willingly committing to the two things you flatly refused?” Lex prodded, “Namely augmentation and an ongoing sexual relationship with me?”
“You may be the best boss I have ever had,” Mercy started, “But one, the thought of having sex with a man makes me want to vomit, and two I am more concerned with the hornet’s nest you kicking while playing Mr. Grey. I don’t care how consensual your games with Lane are, do you really expect the Justice League to have a calm response if they find Lois tided up to that fucking machine while watching the amateur porn you two made last night? No, the super powered nuclear weapon feminists are going to come after you and destroy you for perverting and enslaving one of their honorary sisters or some bullshit like that. Besides you know you still need someone paying attention and watching for threats while you get your dick wet.”
“Mr. Grey?” Lex asked unsure of the reffereance.
“The bondage boyfriend from the Fifty Shades craze not that long ago,” Mercy sighed.
“I didn’t think you were into that,” Lex said.
“I couldn’t avoid all of the secretaries talking about it at the office.”
“I have considered your concerns already and that is why I have started taking precautions,” Lex said, “Now I have to work on getting happy about handing out all of this stuff to the little… children. Otherwise the whole PR effort will be wasted.”
*
Mercy opened the door for her boss, the delivery truck was right behind the limo. She suddenly felt a weird sensation around her neck. Lex stepped out holding a something in his hands.
“Stay with the car,” he handed her a book in red wrapping paper, “I know you missed your chance to get volume four so… Merry Christmas.”
Mercy opened the book tearing the paper off at the same time, and she noticed the book mark was a check for her take home from Lexcorp for the year.
“Thank you? Mr. Luthor,” Mercy stammered.
Lex patted her on the shoulder as he made his way to the entrance, Mercy’s head exploded as something took over her.
*
Felicia watched Greer leave the Avengers mansion. Nothing about her screamed for attention so far tonight, she was in her human skin, her over the shoulder black hair was neat, her outfit was normal for stylish evening out in the middle of winter. The black coat covered the all but hints of the dress and nylons, and the thigh boots covered the rest of her legs.
Felicia went over the call again in her head, follow Greer if she tried to sneak out of the mansion. The other Avengers were concerned since she had been so out of character despondent and unsocial after returning home from chasing Catwoman two nights ago and she had been absolutely ‘Catty’ to everyone last night while they were celebrating Christmas Eve. Sure enough here she was sneaking out of the mansion. Felicia had done some digging and figured out which hotel Selina was staying at. She had booked a room at the same hotel. If Tigra was going to try and get some revenge on Selina then Felicia had the excuse of just going back to her room after dropping off a present for Pete and MJ if Tigra made her. As Felicia followed something was just not right. Greer was getting downright giddy, like a school girl on her way to a date or something. AS they entered the hotel Greer looked back and saw Felicia.
“Merry Christmas Felicia!” Greer half shouted half purred.
“Merry Christmas,” Felicia closed the distance so she was standing next to Greer just like friends.
“What are you doing here?” Greer asked as she went to the elivators.
“I have a room here for the week before I go back to LA,” Felicia said, “You seem very cheery.”
Greer cocked her head to the side indicating her confusion.
“When I dropped off presents to Pete and MJ,” Felicia said, “The general consensius was that you were not a happy camper. You can imagine the cat puns.”
“Oh, two words,” Greer waved it away with her hands, “Drunk Tony.”
“So what are you doing here?” Felicia asked like a friend.
“Hot date,” Greer smiled, “let’s just say I am wearing mistletoe panties. That was the other reason I was not happy last night because I would have rather been elsewhere.”
“Oh well, good luck with that,” Felicia said as Greer put her hand on Felicia’s shoulder.
“Mistress is going to love you!” Greer said.
The kick to the gut winded Felicia and doubled her over the hand on the should slammed her head into the elevator wall and darkness over took her.
*
Before they could leave Harley insisted on a sixty-nine on Kitty’s hotel bed, so here they were wearing nothing but corsets, stockings and gloves eating each other out in the hotel room that the Xavier institute had gotten for Katherine Pryde. If it weren’t for the fact that vibrator in the hyena tail butt plug made it wiggle already she would have caused it to wiggle with happiness.
*
Lex was silently cursing his mistake, he had gotten careless and while the cameras were rolling and had made a statement that he wished he could pay for all the hospital bills for all of the children. Then Wayne’s bastard from the Gotham Gazette started joking about the hospital would let you pay just as easily as an HMO. Then the whole situation spirals out of control and he has to pledge to pay for all of the children’s medical bills for the month in front of all of the cameras. He made his way out of the hospital and towards the limo. He was not ready for the scene that greeted him there.
“Are you done Mr. Luthor? You are late for your Christmas dinner dates,” Mercy’s voice oozed lust.
What Mercy was wearing was the bigger shock, it was a tight and shiny mix of Halloween slut limo driver and sexy Mrs. Santa dress. Red dress double breasted uniform minidress with a black leather belt and fur trim, black leather gloves, black knee boots with white fur trim.
“I hope you have some mistletoe in your codpiece,” Mercy whispered as Lex got in the limo, “Because I’m not wearing any panties.”
*
Felicia woke in a groggy state, the fog of a coma. A band was over her eyes blinding her, she was on her back and held spread eagle by a bed bondage set.
“Remove her blindfold my pet,” Selina Kyle’s voice purred.
Felicia felt movement on the mattress and then long her over her face. Felicia saw Tigra’s cat hybrid face with the blindfold in her mouth. Felicia looked at the woman who had betrayed her. She was naked save for a collar, gloves and cuffs. And her tail was twitching energetically. Felicia looked toward where Selina’s voice was coming from. She gasped at the sight of the woman. Selina was dressed like some sort of dominatrix parody of herself. Shiny black corset that more held up her tits to be sucked than covered them, shiny black thigh highs, no panties, shiny black gloves that went to her arm pits, a choker, and a black catmask.
“You will be interested to know that before my pet left the pound,” Selina held up an envelope, “The front desk called to let me know this was delivered. Inside was a note warning me about you and providing a key to your hotel room. It also said that there was a Christmas present for the three of us in your room. When I went down there I found a box wrapped in leather.”
Selina reached behind herself and pulled a black leather wrapped box ruffly the size of a small microwaveable pizza with a string around it.
“The tag says it is for the ‘Black Kitten,’ and there was a note attached saying I should open it and present it to you,” Selina had a ‘cat that ate the canary grin.’
Selina undid string and started pulling off the flaps of leather wrapping. Inside was a leather jewel box about the size of a fancy necklace.
“I sure as a cat burgeler you know what kind of box this is,” Selina mocked.
“I gave up braking and entering,” Felicia protested.
“You just chose to focus on B and E of a certain pair of pants,” Tigra snickered.
“Lets see the pretty necklace you got for Christmas,” Selina cut off the banter.
Selina opened the box then moved on to the bed so she could show it to Felicia.
*
“One last pair of presents boy blunder,” Barbara smirked as she sat of Dick’s lap.
Dick made a noise like he was being crushed.
“Don’t start that Mr. I’m a growing boy so I eat half a pizza by myself,” Barbara looked back at Dick.
“Actually this might lead to a game of what’s in my pocket,” Dick smiled.
“Boxers don’t have… pockets…” Barbara looked back at Dick again with a scowl, “I wonder if that castration punch Diana taught me actually works.”
“Who sent up the gifts?” Dick asked, “We didn’t tell anyone about our little rocky mountain ski Christmas.”
“Dick,” Barbara sighed, “Everyone we know is a certified man-hunter. My dad knew before I left the house.”
“Fair enough, now who are they from?” Dick asked.
Barbara looked at the tags, and laughed handing Dick one.
“Aunt Selina.”
“Selina?” Dick said, “Great, they are probably catnip or mall store sex toy starter packs or edible undies or something.”
“Oh pretty,” Barbara said looking in hers.
Dick opened his and in it was a leather collar with a small tag. Barbara was already putting her collar on. Dick felt the urge to put his on too.
*
Selina smiled as she stepped back. Something started happening to Felicia, her outfit changed from a fairly standard jeans, sweater and jacket outfit to a black pile of goo that enveloped her body. It redistributed itself around her body making a skin tight latex catsuit, opera gloves and thigh boots with white malabu trim on the glove tops, boot tops and the collar of the catsuit. Selina looked at the leather collar on Felicia’s neck and noticed the tag declaring her that Black Kitten was property of Mistress Catwoman.
“Purrr-fect,” Selina smiled again.
“Mistress,” Felicia started to purr, “Mistress your kitty has been naughty and need to be punished.”
Just then Selina’s phone rang. She answered and was shocked at the screen, it was a video call, and Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon were on the other end, except they were in rubber feline themed bondage gear wearing property of Mistress Catwoman collars. Dick had a black rubber body harness, paw mittens and a cat ear head band. Barbara was wearing a rubber teddy, opera gloves and a cat cowl.
“Merry Christmas Mistress!” the pair cooed, “Thank you for the collars, we love being your slaves.”
“Mistress!” Barbara called, “Please give your slaves permission to play together. We are so lonely and horny without you!”
“Ok,” Selina heard herself saying, “But you better be wearing your kitty tails and condoms! No unauthorized litters in my harem!”
“Yes Mistress!” Dick and Barbara shouted with glee.
The camera moved to show a shot of their butts each with a cat tail draping down from between their butt cheeks.
“Barbie,” Selina said, “Be sure to give our little stud muffin a good spanking!”
Selina hung up and turned back to her slaves on the bed. She was going to have so much fun being a harem goddess.