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 thought, of just trying over and over again to save a bunch of ingrates from the problems they themselves create 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 aside 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 wondered 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 huge 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 huge 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 find 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 thought 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 thought 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 thought, feeling a stirring in his spandex pants as he thought about what Black Cat might do to him after she found out he hadn't broken up with MJ.
