“Mistress?” Harley said as she started to nuzzle Selina’s leg, “Will Miss Natasha be playing with us?”
Natasha looked around and noticed that Selina’s kittens had all joined them and were pawing at themselves. She got the feeling that she was a plate of tuna in middle of a room of cats. Holly was pawing her tits while rubbing her thighs together. Patsy was grinding against the back of a chair. Felicia was petting her crotch. Cheetah was on the far side of the couch on her back licking her legs. Tigra was doing about the same on the couch next to them.
“Forgive them,” Selina said, “They have only been fucked about three times so far today. Felicia and Harley, Patsy and Cheetah, Holly and Tigra.”
Natasha watched as the girls paired off and each kitty put their face into the crotch of the standing kitten. Natasha proceeded to chug her cup of coffee. Selina smiled and took another sip.
“Natasha,” Selina stole back Natasha’s attention, “How much do you enjoy lesbian sex? You seem rather nervous.”
“I love…” Natasha started, “Eh.”
“Be honest with me,” Selina said.
“I was programed,” Natasha looked down into her empty cup, “Part of my indoctrination was a Sparrow programing, I was forced become a very skilled lover of women as well as men. I can perform in the moment, and seduce a target… But…”
Selina reached over and took hold of Natasha’s chin. Selina leaned in and Natasha leaned in as well for a kiss. Selina could tell that the kiss was forced. As natural as her body langue was it was an act. Selina released the kiss.
“You are well trained,” Selina admitted, “But I can tell.”
Cheetah had her face under the skirt of Patsy’s dress and Patsy was clearly enjoying it. Selina put her cup of coffee on the coffee table and smiled.
“Please excuse me a minute I need to use the litter box,” Selina smiled.
She went to grab her laptop on her way to the ‘litterbox’.
*
Jenny and Cassie were helping Alfred wash dishes when the service elevator in the pantry opened. Jenny looked over at Cassie and then back at herself. They were wearing pants and t-shirts, Jenny lamented that they weren’t wearing something more interesting, something shiny. Out stepped the biological daughter Helen. Jenny looked at her, she was wearing tight black leather moto-gear and a tight white spandex top visible under the open jacket.
“What did they do this time Grandpa?” Helen asked.
“Miss Jenny is under extra supervision due to medical reasons,” Alfred said, “Lest she require additional medical screening.”
“Wait…” Helen pursed her lips, “Are you saying that…”
Helen doubled over laughing.
“Ha Ha, Grandpa! Jenny knocked up? That’s rich!” Helen braced herself against a chair.Everyone looked over at Helen.
“Oh,” Helen tried to compose herself, “Grandpa, haven’t you figured it out? Everyone in this house is after clam tacos! Oh, well everyone except maybe Damian… I swear he is going to end up as a famous gay serial killer. Oh don’t look at me like that Jenny. You would fuck me right here on the kitchen counter if I asked.”
“Miss Hellen!” Alfred shouted.
Jenny bit her lip, she wanted to.
“I owe you a spanking for getting Karan into such a fluster this morning,” Helen pointed a finger in Jenny’s face, “Naw, you would enjoy it too much.”
“Is that true?” Bruce’s voice commanded everyone’s attention.
“Sensei,” Cassie said.
“She’s right,” Jenny confessed, “I have been having feelings about other girls for a while… I…”
She looked down expecting to be chastised. She had flashbacks of her abusive father and mother… She closed her eyes waiting for the pain. She felt it… and it shocked her, Bruce, Helen, Cassie all hugging her.
“Jennifer,” Bruce said, “It’s alright. We are hard on you because we care about you. I am worried about you. I don’t want you to run off and get yourself killed.”
Jenny felt Cassie’s and Helen’s hands on her butt.
*
Kate sat in her apartment reading the report from Bruce. There was a message that popped up. Red Hood was grounded. Kate arched an eyebrow and opened the message. She chuckled. At eighteen years old, she was a little old for the tittle but Kate still thought of her as a Baby-Dyke.
*
Barbara changed, gone was the latex lingerie and it was replaced with a rubber thong, sports bra, jeans and a t-shirt. She walked out of her bedroom and her father was waiting in the kitchen.
“I suppose you already had coffee and breakfast,” She said.
“Yes,” Gordon’s voice was dripping with anger.
“Are you going to arrest us?” Barbara asked.
“You know I can’t,” Gordon admitted.
“So what are you going to do?” Barbara asked.
“I can’t do much of anything now can I?” Gordon admitted, “But it doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it now do I?”
“Want another cup of coffee?” Barbara asked.
*
Selina sat on the toilet and opened the laptop. She brought up Natasha’s profile. She started with all of her usual alternations. Latex Fetishism, predominantly lipstick lesbian bisexuality and such. She then made some other changes, the Widow’s Bite was now a sort of physic attack that would make her victims sexual submissive slaves loyal to the Black Widow. A special note was that anyone in Gotham and under Selina’s pride’s control was immune to her power. So, looking at the projected changes, the Supergirls, Kara and Karan were immune to her since they were partly under Helen’s influence already. Selina made a few other changes as well. She hit apply and then brought up Hawkeye’s profile as well and started playing with him before hitting apply. She saved everything and shutdown her laptop and proceeded to finish her use of the bathroom.
*
Natasha smiled as she watched the kitties each out the kittens. Selina walked back into the room and took a seat next to her on the couch. Natasha couldn’t think of herself as an equal to Mistress Selina even if she was dominatrix as well.
“How I envy you,” Natasha said, “I have to use all sorts of tricks to make agents obey me, but you Miss Selina, you can make any woman into your loving slave at the drop of a hat.”
“Do you want to be one of my kittens?” Selina asked putting her hand on Natasha’s leather pants clad leg, “Spend your days and nights working for me? Or would you rather be a pet Kitty and spend your time on your hands and knees at my beck and call?”
“That is so tempting Miss Selina,” Natasha put her hand over Selina’s and moved it closer to Natasha’s crotch, “I would like to surrender to you for a day of play if that is ok?”
“Oh?” Selina prodded.
“Hmm,” Natasha leaned against Selina, “Turning moles into slaves can be fun, and having my puppy Clint eat me out is awesome, but nothing compares to surrendering myself to you Miss Selina. You are the one that taught me everything about how to use my domination power.”
Selina ran her hand over Natasha’s black latex turtle neck. She leaned in and kissed Natasha, this kiss was filled with passion and lust.
“Well for the next few hours you are no longer the S.H.I.E.L.D. Deputy Director of Internal Security and are going to be my pet Nat,” Selina said.
“Meow,” Natasha said.
“All right my pets, to the dungeon!” Selina ordered.