The Trials and Transposition Of Lois Lane
Story © by Hooded Claw with revision and extension by Steve Zink
The Trials and Transposition Of Lois Lane by Hooded Claw
with revision and extension by SteveZ
Summary:
When Lois investigates mysterious goings on at a lonely warehouse, she falls
into the hands of a particularly wicked villainess.
Warnings:
Contains bondage and f/f sex
It was getting on for early evening when Lois Lane walked through Metropolis
Docks on her way back to the Daily Planet, and her mood was grim. Her interview
with Senator Donald Spanquer on the conditions of Metropolis' dockworkers had
gone badly...the old man had spent the whole time sliding his eyes over her
tight cream blouse, mentally undressing her with every question. As a result,
she'd been off her game. Perry would be expecting a dynamite expose of
corruption in Congress - he'd raise the roof at the wishy-washy
question-and-answer session she'd be bringing him.
Lois shuddered as she remembered turning away and actually feeling the Senator's
eyes sliding over her pert bottom as it jiggled in her pencil skirt...his sleazy
gaze caressing every inch of her smoky grey, back seamed nylon-clad calves and
lingering on the daring black six-inch stiletto pumps with twin buckle straps
she'd selected, in some moment of madness, to wear. Just because the two main
men in her life were away - her boyfriend Superman was on a two-year mission to
the other end of the galaxy to get some rare space minerals, and Clark had
coincidentally run off to a monastery in Tibet - the whole city thought she was
fair game. Even Jimmy had taken to wearing a particularly immense bow tie in the
shape of a...
Her train of thought stopped. Something was amiss. Two hours ago, she'd seen a
short, fat man guarding the Renee Ashe warehouse - now it was a well-built,
red-headed six-footer. Lois had a newswoman's memory and she knew that shift
didn't change until 10 PM, and there was only ever one guard. Since a similarly
hunky black-haired specimen had joined the redhead, she knew something was very
wrong. Maybe she could get Perry a scoop to make up for the interview...
As she approached the warehouse from the back, she tried to remember everything
she knew about the Renee Ashe chain. As far as she knew, they were the largest
suppliers of sex toys and bondage gear in the country, and they did a nice line
in outfits, too - slick, shiny latex and rubber affairs that made her blush to
think of them. Blindfolds, gags, whips, silver nipple clamps...she remembered
the interview that she'd done with Ms. Ashe when she'd opened the Metropolis
store, and how flushed she'd gotten over the course of it. She'd had to change
her panties afterwards - not that that had made it into the paper. Anyway, that
was neither here nor there, she thought as she noticed the open window at the
back of the warehouse. What was important was what was going on inside. Who'd
want to rob a warehouse full of sex toys?
Years of journalistic experience made getting through the window a snap, even in
her unforgiving skirt and heels, and there was a convenient row of boxes for her
to hide behind while she listened in on what was going on. She could hear
girlish giggles and the click of high heels on the stone floor - that ruled out
most of the usual suspects. The next thing she heard was a voice, smooth and
rich, like warm, dark chocolate. A highly sexed woman's voice, purring in low,
husky tones.
"Purrrrrfect. With Tom and Ginger taking the place of the guard, there's nothing
to stop us from emptying this whole warehouse. There are the raw materials here
for some of the most devilishly kinky devices of my career...and anything we
don't want, we can sell at 100% profit! I think you'll agree, my little kittens,
that this has been a wonderful day's work..."
Lois' heart was beating faster as she put a name to that voice - but she had to
be sure. She quickly took a peek through a crack between the large wooden crates
- to catch Catwoman in all her glory. The sttatuesque brunette was wearing - what
else - a catsuit, in thin purple latex that looked like it'd been poured onto
her, with all her feminine details showing plainly. No way could she be wearing
any underwear in that thing! Shiny black latex gloves with wicked looking
metallic claws on the fingertips and even shinier black latex thigh high boots
with unbelievably high stiletto heels and a kinky-looking black mask and cowl
gave her the air of a dangerous dominatrix, but it was the final touches that
made Lois's mouth suddenly go dry.
Catwoman was wearing a very tight black thong with an attached, springy purple
tail which bisected her lush bottom perfectly, creating two sexy purple globes
that begged to be touched - but the piece de resistance was a wicked black
rubber corset, laced up tight with little purple bows. Lois remembered the
stories she'd heard - how the feline villainess had cinched her captives into
much tighter, more stringent corsets, often as a prelude to truly evil bondage
and domination sessions which could reduce a woman to whimpering, helpless
jelly, on fire with pain and pleasure, pushed beyond all limits. Lois licked her
lips involuntarily and blushed deep as she felt her hard nipples brush against
the fabric of her blouse. Well, it was cold in this warehouse.
One of the 'kittens' spoke up. "What if someone does disturb us before we're
done, Mistress?" She was an angelic-looking redhead in some sort of black satin
basque that did dangerous things with her curves. The effect was enhanced by
incredibly high heeled ankle boots made of the same lustrous material...and a
black collar around her throat.
"Good point, Satin, my sweet. With Superman off on his travels, I hardly think
we're going to be bothered. But if a man comes in, we can do what we did to the
guard and leave him with one of these anal wands to keep him company. If it's a
woman...well, they make the best toys of all..." Her purr of satisfaction became
a menacing laugh.
Lois never quite knew why she dropped her pencil at that exact moment. It's
almost as if I wanted to be caught, she thought.
The sound rang out through the warehouse. Catwoman barely hissed, but the
kittens sprang into action and within seconds they'd found Lois and taken a firm
grip on her arms. Lois struggled for all she was worth, but couldn't prevent
herself being dragged into the center of the warehouse, to behold Catwoman,
smiling a truly devilish smile - with Satin on her hands and knees and on a
leash, licking slowly at her Mistress' boots. The sight of the wet tongue
sliding over the black latex, and the little moans of pure pleasure rising up
from the submissive girl, made Lois realize just what a position she was in. All
of the stories she'd heard about Catwoman weren't even close...and now she was
helpless...so utterly and completely helpless...and about to face an unknown
fate at the hands of this she-devil. Her heart seemed to catch in her throat.
"You've met Satin," purred Catwoman, an amused glint in her eye. "Now, why not
say hello to my other kittens. Silk..."
Lois looked to her left, to see an innocent-looking blonde pouting with lush
pink lips, a baby-doll nighty and miniskirt in white silk heightening her erotic
allure...white kid leather shoulder length gloves and knee-high boots with
stiletto heels completing the effect. The white leather collar was the icing on
the cake, and left Lois in no doubt as to the hold Catwoman had over her
kittens.
"And this is Spice," murmured the villainess.
Lois looked right, to see a naked vision, her skin warm, creamy coffee, her eyes
glinting emeralds. Lois' heart almost stopped dead as she caught a whiff of the
scented, exotic perfume drifting off the unclad body...and caught sight of the
golden rings through her nipples...and the golden collar around her slender
throat. She felt hot and flushed, and hoped Catwoman didn't notice.
The sight of the feline felon's triumphant smile was enough to set Lois
struggling anew, but to no avail. Almost idly, Catwoman reached out and brushed
one of the nipples making itself known beneath the reporter's tight blouse,
sending a jolt of electricity racing through Lois's body, right down between her
legs. She desperately tried to control her breathing as Catwoman leaned closer,
the vixen's lips inches from her own, warm, sweet breath washing over her face,
the knowing fingers of the villainess brushing her cheek, under her chin,
turning her face until their eyes met. Lois shivered at the sight of such pure,
evil lust, knowing it was for her, and that Catwoman wouldn't be satisfied until
the writhing young newsgirl was utterly broken and screaming in the utmost
limits of ecstasy.
"Lovely Lois Lane...red hot reporter. Mmmrrrr...well, I did come to this
warehouse looking for sex toys...and it looks like I've found one."
Lois felt her knees grow weak. She turned her face away, desperately struggling
and writhing in the iron grip of the two 'kittens' holding her arms. The sight
only seemed to arouse Catwoman further, as she licked her silken lips, watching
Lois's delectable form twisting, the ample chest heaving, breasts bouncing
desperately in the tight blouse. The villainess reached out for one of Lois's
stiff, taut nipples, giving it a mischievous little pinch and tug. Lois gasped
in shock as another sharp jolt rushed through her already heated body. She wet
her dry lips and tried to plead.
"C - Catwoman, please - don't do this! You don't want to..." She got no further.
The third kitten, Satin, took a red ball gag and roughly forced it into her
mouth, buckling it tight. Almost before she knew what was happening, Lois was
gagged, her pleas for mercy reduced to a helpless, muffled moan.
"There, that's better," purred Catwoman, her lips inches from Lois's ear as she
once again began to tease the captured brunette's aching nipples. Lois was
desperate, a mixture of mortal fear and a perverse excitement raging through her
as she jerked and whimpered in the firm grip of Silk and Spice, Catwoman's
collared help-mates. Her heart was beating like an express train...and when the
smiling minx reached to undo the top button of the blouse, she thought she might
faint. Not that!
She'd decided not to wear a bra that morning - seemingly a lifetime ago - hoping
that her firm, perky breasts would help Senator Spanquer's tongue slip a little.
The plan had backfired. Spanquer reeked of sleaze and perversion, and it had
been Lois who stumbled, feeling exposed, stripped by the politician's roving
gaze. If he could see her now, her dynamite cleavage being slowly exposed,
button by button, by a purring, latex-clad she-devil...the very thought made her
struggle harder, her legs kicking uselessly, screaming into the gag for mercy,
for someone to help her. "MMMMPH!! MMM-MMMPH!!"
As one nipple was exposed to the cool air, treacherously stiff and aching,
Catwoman leaned down and - emerald eyes gazing wickedly into Lois's own - let
her tongue flick experimentally against the taut bud. Lois groaned hard into the
gag, her eyes closing. She felt so helpless, knowing she was entirely at the
mercy of a truly satanic woman who knew so many methods of making her victims
squeal and gasp in torment and pleasure.
Her mind drifted back to the kidnapped beauty queen case...the most beautiful
woman in the world, kidnapped by Catwoman. The ransom had been paid, but Sophia
Delgado had never been released, and the stories Lois had heard through the
grapevine about what had happened to her had made her blood run cold and burning
hot all at once. Extremes of depraved bondage, domination and sinful lust that
had sounded like a nightmare - or some dark, delicious dream. Looking at the
girl now calling herself Spice - her breathtaking beauty even more pronounced by
the glittering rings in her nipples and the collar around her perfect throat -
Lois knew all those stories were true.
Catwoman shocked her out of her reverie by quickly pulling away her blouse,
leaving her firm breasts bouncing, her nipples aching harder than ever. All she
could do was cry out into her gag, and the resultant mmmmph sounded like nothing
so much as a submissive slut's demand for more. The girl reporter blushed to the
roots of her being as she realized the effect this situation was having on her.
Somehow, Catwoman was reading her like a book...as though every dark fantasy
she'd never been able to admit to herself was lit up like neon. She realized
with a terrifying mixture of fear and arousal that the woman standing in front
of her, lightly stroking a sharp metal clawed latex finger across her belly, had
done this many, many times before. The flush spreading over the foothills of her
breasts, the flutter of her eyes, the quickening of her breath, all were like
signal flares to the ruthless dominatrix, a road map telling Catwoman exactly
where and how to proceed toward the goal of driving Lois insane with lust. As if
in confirmation, Catwoman's soft, full lips formed themselves into a slight
smile of triumph, before wickedly brushing against the hollow of Lois's throat.
Her tongue slowly trailed, feather light, against the soft, sensitive skin...her
gleaming white teeth grazing the flesh gently, nipping lightly before that
wicked tongue slid sensuously over the bites. Lois could barely believe the
effect this was having on her. Little flashes of electricity flashed from her
throat to her pussy, shooting through her nipples and clit. She closed her eyes
and sighed softly into the gag, barely noticing her wrists being positioned
behind her back, or the cold steel click of the cuffs, locking...
Lois nearly stumbled as the two collared slaves released her arms before
unzipping the short black pencil skirt that hugged her delicious curves and
yanking it down, exposing the sweet contours of her lush little bottom, hugged
by a pair of sensuous black lace panties. Catwoman smiled, taking in the sight
of Lois's long, sleek legs, encased in sinful nylon, the stockings held up by a
garter and suspenders that accentuated her helplessness to perfection. Lois
groaned into the gag, her shame burning her cheeks a fiery red even as her
panties revealed how wet she was getting. Without thinking, she stepped out of
her skirt, standing bound, gagged and topless for Catwoman's inspection. She was
surprised when the feline felon stooped down in front of her to unbuckle the
straps of her heels and then pull off each of the shoes. Why, when they looked
kinky enough to fit right in?
Purring, the villainess quickly looked at the bottom of the shoes, then set them
to the side and stood, grinning wickedly. She allowed one gloved finger to
lightly caress the reporter's aching pussy lips through the material of her
panties, a teasing touch that showed no mercy to the shivering, trembling girl.
Lois shuddered hard and the waves of pleasure washed through her, her nipples
tingling, her mouth dry, teeth biting into the gag with a soft whine of lust.
She couldn't believe all that was happening - here she was, Lois Lane,
hard-hitting journalist, bound and gagged, stripped and ready to be molested and
used by another woman. And some wicked, dark part of her wanted it...
She shuddered again as Catwoman held up a strange-looking object...some kind of
tight latex belt, with a cord running from front to back, and a box with a dial
mounted at the front. Lois moaning helplessly, realizing that it was one of the
insidious sex toys the vixen had come to steal...and was about to test out on
her helpless captive.
"Satin, Spice, take off Miss Lane's panties, garter belt and hose so that she
will be completely nude," Catwoman ordered. "Then brush out her hair so that it
has less waviness and hangs straighter. I just realized that we can do so much
more than just bring a new Kitten into our fold." The two kittens went right to
work, and in moments Lois bore no more garments. Then she watched and felt as
they went to work on her hair. What could Catwoman want them to do that for?
The feline felon wasted no time in winding the belt around Lois's shapely waist,
then attaching the cord and tightening it. It was some form of crotchrope, and
it was now pressing hard against Lois's soaking pussy, between her lips,
bisecting her bottom into two sexy globes of hot, yearning flesh, warming latex
rubbing her most sensitive spots.
"Mmmph...mmm-MMMPPPHH!!" squealed Lois, desperate for release of some kind. The
devilish crotchrope rubbed against her throbbing clit as Catwoman, purring with
undisguised glee, began to bind her now bare legs tight together with soft white
rope, winding it around her thighs, her calves and her ankles, before cinching
her elbows tightly together, leaving her back arched and her sweet breasts
jutting out, on display, seeming to beg to be touched and manhandled. Lois
didn't think she could flush any deeper...or grow any wetter. But the thing that
scared and excited her most was the thought of that strange dial, and the exotic
beauty whose hot breath slid over her neck.
Once again Catwoman seemed to read her thoughts. "Mmmmrrr...Lois seems quite
taken with you, Spice. Well then, in light of your splendid purr-formance, you
can have her! But don't allow her to cum." Catwoman leaned closer, eyes glinting
menacingly. "That pleasure will be mine. And by the time I allow her cum...well,
let's just say that Lois won't quite be herself anymore."
Lois shuddered hard, her heart thundering in her heaving chest. Spice responded
by slowly, teasingly moving her fingertips in slow, wicked circles around and
around Lois's bellybutton. She then moved her fingertips upwards, stroking the
undersides of her trembling, jiggling breasts with a soft, tantalizing touch.
Where did she learn to do that? Lois had barely time to form the thought before
a soft black leather collar with metallic implants on the back sides was being
wound around her throat, snug, attached to a short leash, and Lois knew exactly
where she'd learned it from: Catwoman, her Mistress, her Owner.
Lois shivered, biting her lip. She knew, deep down, that unless she was rescued
soon, she would be owned, too. A slave, her free will replaced by a burning,
submissive lust for the delicious, tender cruelties only Catwoman could give.
And there was nobody to rescue her at all.
"I saw how you looked at me earlier," whispered the dusky beauty, rubbing
herself lightly against Lois's bound, helpless body, eliciting a frustrated moan
of intense desire. "If you're a good girl, you can watch as Catwoman enjoys all
I have to offer. You'll have to be bound very tight for such a treat, but I
think you might cope very well with that."
Oh, God...Lois was dripping. With a terrible flush of humiliation, the reporter
realized she was doomed to the most insidious deathtrap imaginable...for the
Lois Lane she knew would die, slowly, replaced bit by bit with a subservient
slave who lived only to submit to the strictest bondage, a pouting, unthinking
sexual toy, licking the boots of her tormentors, a shameless sex-pet for
Catwoman's twisted family of sluts...she moaned into the gag, the idea making
her hotter than ever. She had to hold out. She had to resist.
That was the moment that Spice's knowing fingers found the dial at her belt, and
turned it on.
Lois nearly screamed. Her eyes shot open, wide, as the rope tugging deep in her
pussy began to vibrate. Slowly at first, then faster as Spice turned the dial
toward maximum. The motion against her throbbing clit was driving her nearly
insane as she writhed and squirmed in her tight bondage, held upright by the
wicked hands of the luscious Spice...
What Lois couldn't see behind her was what the other two kittens and Catwoman
herself were doing as Spice was driving her mad with lust. They moved to a spot
around a corner of an office so that they couldn't be heard. Catwoman pulled off
her latex cowl and mask, then had Satin use some of the gels found in the
warehouse stocks to give her hair more shape and waves. The severe makeup
supplies were put to use in reshading and reshaping her lips, cheeks, eyebrows
and eye lashes. Even shaded contact lenses were found with the makeup, and a
pair of bright blue ones were used to alter Selina's green eyes. It had taken
only a few minutes, and Catwoman no longer looked even close to the way she had.
With Satin sent to gather a bit more makeup and some green contact lenses, Silk
helped Catwoman by untying the purple bows of the black rubber corset while
Catwoman herself undid the thong laces at her sides. Then off came the latex
gloves, followed by the boots, and finally the purple latex catsuit. If she
could have seen, Lois would have had her suspicions confirmed to note that
Catwoman was now totally naked; but if she had seen, it wouldn't have looked
like Catwoman who stood there naked.
Silk moved over to where Lois's clothing had been piled as she was being
stripped and picked up the shoes in one hand with the rest in the other.
Catwoman selected the garter belt first and wound it around her waist, clipping
behind her back. Then she sat to pull on the grey hose, smoothing out each as
she stood to attach the garters to the tops of the nylons. She reached over and
pulled the still warm and moist panties from the pile and stepped into them,
savoring the intense feeling of another woman's sex meeting her own. Next on was
the cream colored silk blouse, and it became a bit more taut in covering her own
slightly larger breasts. Not different enough to be overly noticeable, and she
grinned in thinking just how well this meant the reverse was going to be true,
also.
She slipped first one and then the other foot through the black pencil skirt,
then Catwoman pulled it up over her hips and zipped it closed. It fit even
better than the blouse, bringing another sneer to her lips. Then she thought how
wrong that sneer would look on her new face and quickly changed it to a gleeful
grin. She saw Silk nod and grin herself upon seeing this transition. Finally,
Catwoman sat down again and slipped her feet into the sexy black heels she had
been so surprised to find to be in exactly her own size. She thought momentarily
about similar shoes on hand that had locking straps, but decided to stay with
the more mundane, but still sexy as hell versions Lois had worn. Then she
thought for just a moment before standing.
As she did come to her feet, she said in a voice nowhere near like normal,
"Well, Silk, what do you think? Do I look like a certain red hot reporter, all
set to fail in her attempt to capture the domineering and ultra wicked feline
felon known as Catwoman?"
"Yes, Mistress, you certainly do! But how are you going to attempt to capture
Catwoman?"
"Get this straight, Silk! I am not your Mistress, I am Lois Lane. And if I'm
Lois Lane, guess who gets to be Catwoman now?"
"Oh, so that's why you had us straighten out her hair! I can't wait to see how
you make this happen, MISS LANE."
The new Lois Lane just grinned pleasantly and said in a much more sinister tone,
"Just you watch, Silk. This is going to be so much fun! Let's see if Satin found
what we need."
A few moments later, Satin did come around the corner and took in the sight of
Silk standing casually next to a once again fully clad Lois Lane. She stopped
abruptly, then grinned when she realized just who it really was standing next to
Silk. "Her clothes fit you very well. Can I presume that if you're the new Lois
Lane, the contacts and makeup I'm holding are for the new Catwoman?"
'Lois' walked up to Satin to check the supplies in her hands, saying, "Right you
are, Satin. Just watch. The collars worn by yourself, Silk and Spice turned you
all into Catwoman's adoring Kittens. I had originally thought to do the same
with the collar put around Miss Lane's neck, but in her case, it will bring
about a more abrupt change in personality. The woman being administered to by
Spice will not be turned into a mere slave kitten of Catwoman's; no, she is
going to become Catwoman herself!"
The three of them proceeded back to the spot where Spice was enthralling the
bound brunette. Spice did a double take when she saw Lois Lane standing with her
fellow kittens, and quickly looked back and forth between the Lois at her feet
and the Lois standing nearby. The standing Lois put a finger to her lips to
imply silence, then motioned with her other hand to turn up the intensity of the
sexual stimulation gear. Spice turned it to nearly maximum, putting her thrall
into a state where she could sense nothing other than the total sexual bliss
being forced into her crotch. Then Spice walked over to join her presumed
Mistress and other kittens. "Excellent, Spice," said the woman who appeared to
be identical to the one she was torturing. "How close to sexual oblivion is our
captive?"
Spice looked more closely at her, then answered, "She is already past the point
where her collar can turn her into one of us. Her mind knows nothing now other
than the intensity of the sexual stimulation she's encountering, easily
adaptable to her new identity. But I'm confused. I have to presume you are my
Mistress, but you look identical to the person about to become a kitten."
She was answered with a warm smile, and then some information. "I got inspired
earlier when I took the shoes off our captive and saw that they were exactly my
size. As you can see, I now look close enough to her to take her place, except
among close friends and acquaintances, and even that might be possible with some
plastic surgery and vocal cord work. But I don't intend to go that far, at least
not yet. The big difference now, Spice, is that the collar around her neck is
not going to program her into a kitten. Just you watch and see what I've got in
mind!" Then she changed her voice back to normal. "Meowwwrrr, give me the
programmer and crotch control. Satin, while I'm at work behind her, do as best
you can with makeup to change her face, but most importantly, get the green
contacts into her eyes."
Spice handed both devices to the woman who looked like Lois Lane, and grinned
wickedly as enlightenment dawned upon her. Staying behind the tied up woman so
she couldn't be seen, the faux Lois set the crotch device for 100% and watched
as she writhed in her bondage. Then she made a few adjustments on the collar
control, setting the mental stimulation for intense and the volume to very low.
She flipped a switch, and what had inhibited Lois from cumming all this time was
disconnected. Immediately the enthralled woman spasmed with joyous splendor as
she orgasmed nearly continuously from all the buildup she'd endured. Next the
crotch control was brought down to just 50% and the collar control was turned
on. "You really do enjoy being forced into the sexual bliss of severe bondage,
don't you. It gives you so much pleasure to feel and experience the torture you
yourself impose on other women, allowing them to cum only when you give the
word." Then she went silent as she turned up the crotch rope a bit.
Lois's mind was nearly reeling from the intensity of the sexual barrage with
which Spice had hit her, aching for the release of a crashing orgasm. Why oh why
couldn't she be allowed to cum? She was at the point where she would do anything
to get her sexual needs fulfilled. She felt the crotch rope go into an even
higher degree of stimulation, and went into a state of frenzy. So much
stimulation, but no release, was making her mind go blank. She could no longer
think of anything other than the fact that she was in severe sexual slavery.
Then the floodgates were released! Oh, what bliss! She spasmed and twisted in
her bondage as she came in rapidly succeeding orgasms. Then, suddenly the crotch
rope went almost limp compared to where it had been, and instead she felt a
caressing of her mind from under her ears. It felt oh so good, not having
anything to think about, just accepting the bliss coming now from both her
crotch and her mind. At the same time, she was feeling a gentle caressing of her
face, and opening her eyes for the first time since closing them tight under the
stress of her stimulation, she saw Satin applying makeup. Then her mind told her
why she was feeling such intense sexual stimulation in her crotch. Yes, of
course, she knew she enjoyed the bliss brought on by this intense bondage.
Intense sexual bliss is such a good way to torture women, and what better way to
understand it than to do it herself? She knew she had withheld her own orgasming
in order to build up her own intensity. Then her mind went blank again as her
crotch fired up once more. She noticed that her crotch wasn't as intense as
before, and that her mind was still being caressed. She figured her mind was
overpowering the torture in her crotch.
This was allowed to go on for another few minutes as Satin placed the green
contacts in her eyes, then the crotch control was set as low as 25% while the
collar control went to max with the volume a bit higher than before. The faux
Lois had a feeling that using a voice very similar to her target would aid her
mind in thinking she was hearing herself, and was she ever correct. "You are the
queen of sexual torture, aren't you. It's the main way you use your time
whenever you aren't purrrrrrloining more goodies to bring you money and power.
You have a complete memory of what you've done in the past as the world's
premiere feline felon, and you know very well that is your own history. You wear
your green contacts all the time while costumed so that your own blue eyes can
be hidden, and you also use your makeup to give your face the wicked look you
love so much. For who, other than Selina Kyle, could be the only felon able to
steal whatever she wants because she is so good at avoiding the law? Catwoman is
the best there is at larceny, especially when that larceny involves sexually
exciting items. Sexually exciting items such as the crotch rope giving you such
intense enjoyment. Sexually exciting items which you use as Catwoman to make
other women your devoted kittens. Other women such as Batgirl, Wonder Woman,
Black Canary and Huntress. You are Catwoman, the ultimate in dominatrixes, and
you love nothing more than being the Mistress to all your kitten slaves."
The collar control then was set for maximum stimulation with nil volume, so that
only the voice in her head could be heard. At the same time, the crotch rope was
turned off.
The tied up woman felt the bliss in her crotch decrease while at the same time
her mind felt like it was being lovingly caressed. Of course the crotch rope
decreased in its torture. She knew she was the queen of sexual torture, and had
full control of all that was happening to herself. Why would she think that
anybody would be able to torture her, Selina Kyle, with anything more than what
she would do to any woman she wanted to control? No way could they ever catch
the ultimate feline felon when she was out gathering more goodies for her fun
and pleasure. As Catwoman, she could easily use her wiles and sexual torture
devices to make any woman her kitten. As Catwoman, she knew she was the best
there was at stealing anything she desired, and with kittens like ex-heroines in
her control, who could possibly stop her? She knew that as the best dominatrix
in the world, Catwoman was unstoppable! And of course, she reveled in the
thought that she, Selina Kyle, was the feline felon known as Catwoman.
After letting this information sink in for a few minutes, the volume control was
turned up one last time. "You need to get out of your self-imposed bondage and
back into your Catwoman costume as soon as you can. Even though your three
Kittens, Spice, Satin and Silk were on guard to make sure you weren't
interrupted in your bliss while raiding this Renee Ashe warehouse, that pesky
reporter from the Daily Planet, Lois Lane, managed to sneak in and try to
capture you. If you can get dressed fast enough, you might be able to catch that
bitch and turn her into another of your kittens." Then the volume was turned
off, letting the stimulation work at its strongest.
The new Lois Lane then put down the controls and walked over to her Kittens.
"It's official now - I'm Lois Lane and SHE is Selina Kyle, known far and wide as
the feline felon called Catwoman. She's been told that I'm here to try and
capture her. You three have caught me but couldn't hold on to me. Make it look
good for your new Mistress. Spice, give her a hand getting into costume; she's
going to want to get dressed and after me ASAP. Satin and Silk, make it look
like you're chasing me, but not too good. I want Selina to know that Lois got
away and is somebody she has to watch out for. I'll get back in touch with all
of you soon, one way or another. Make your new Mistress feel right at home, for
more or less, she is now me." She turned her head momentarily, then went back to
facing the girls. "Look, she's already twisting to get out of her bondage.
Spice, get to work. Here we go, Kittens!"
The first thing Spice did was to unbuckle the ball gag in the new Selina's
mouth. "Quick, Spice, get me out of my bondage gear so I can help you and the
other Kittens to grab Lois Lane. Good thing that nosy bitch didn't find me while
I was almost helpless. This feels so purrrrrrfectly good, but duty calls. Are
Satin and Silk having any luck with her?"
"No, Mistress, I'm sorry," Spice answered while untying the ropes wrapped around
her mistress's arms and legs. "We thought we'd be able to grab the wench right
after we saw her, but somehow she keeps avoiding us. If we ever do catch her,
that broad would make one good kitten!"
"Meowwwwwrrrr! Don't you know it!" Catwoman said as she stood and flexed her
stiff arms and legs. "I've got to get into my costume, I can't go chasing her
like this. Of course, goddess knows there are plenty of things I could slip into
in this place that would fit my role as the ultimate dominatrix, but it's as
Catwoman that I want to get her. Come on, give me a hand with the corset as I
get dressed!"
Spice led Selina to the spot where the Catwoman costume had been set aside, and
in no time the ex-Lois Lane's body was encased in clinging purple latex. Shortly
thereafter, she was standing six inches taller in her costume's black latex
boots. She felt her waist being pulled in as Spice did the corset while she
herself pulled on her gloves, being sure to get the claws at each fingertip set.
Finally, Selina herself pulled on her self stimulating thong and tail, and after
grabbing her whip, led Spice out into the warehouse.
They were met almost instantly by huffing and puffing Satin and Silk. "Sorry,
Mistress," said Silk between gasps, "either Lois Lane got out of here already,
or she's somehow disguised herself as one of the mannequins wearing some of the
fetish clothes. We went by most of the mannequins already, and none looked
alive. I guess that witch got away today."
Catwoman threw down her whip in disgust. "How could a measly reporter like Lois
Lane get the better on you two? She's only a fucking busy body who had no
business interfering with my larceny. Oh well, maybe we'll catch up with that
bitch later on. Let's go ahead and finish grabbing what we want from here before
real trouble like Black Canary or Huntress shows up. But then, goddess knows how
much I'd like to have either one of them as a kitten answering to me!
Meowwwwrrrrr!"
Unseen by Catwoman, and at the suggestion of Silk earlier, the new Lois Lane was
standing close enough to hear everything. She was indeed in fetish clothing
posing as a mannequin; no way would Catwoman be able to see her in the head to
toe black latex body suit with its built in ballet toed heels. Only her eyes
could be seen. Good thing for her there was a pole behind her to rest on, since
standing for any length of time in those heels would be a bitch. Her Lois Lane
clothes were in the black latex purse hanging from her shoulder. She had heard
everything, and thought, 'It worked perfectly! She now has no knowledge of any
past as anyone other than Selina Kyle, and she is Catwoman. I'll just wait until
she and the kittens finish, then I'll get out of here and figure out just what I
can get into now.'
* * * * *
Catwoman and her kittens finished grabbing way more than they really needed and
set out for the Cats Lair. Catwoman didn't even think of the fact that she was
watching as Silk drove to just where her lair was. She knew she had the lair,
and finding out where it was didn't seem important. It felt natural to her to
just let it sink in.
* * * * *
The now evil Lois Lane figured she couldn't hear any more activity and assumed
Catwoman had finished. Time to get off the platform and back into her regular
clothes, and see what she could get into as Lois Lane. Without realizing what
standing in ballet toed boots for nearly two hours would do to her equilibrium,
she moved away from the pole. Instantly her right leg went out from under her,
and she went over the side off the platform. Since that platform was three feet
above floor level, her head went the equivalent of nine feet before impacting
the floor. Consciousness departed, and the black latex clad beauty laid still on
the floor for another hour before reckoning returned.
She started to rub her head, and as soon as she saw the shiny black latex
covering that hand and arm, she froze. Moving her head slightly, she noted the
shiny black latex enclosing her body, along with the really sexy heels that kept
her toes pointed. "Oh man, does that ever hurt," she said softly, finally
rubbing her head. "I wonder why I'm dressed in this outfit? Am I a dominatrix,
or am I a sexual slave? To hell with that, just who am I? This blow to my head
must have made me lose my memory. Oh wait, I can see where I am now, inside this
fetish gear warehouse." Then she figured she had better shut up, in case anybody
was around to hear her. She found the skirt, blouse and heels in the bag that
was still around her shoulder, and figured it must be her getaway clothes for
after she finished robbing the place. Why else would she be disguised like this
without a master or slave on hand? 'I must be a fetish loving burglar,' she
thought. 'Well, I guess I'd better grab what I can and then get out of here
before somebody finds me.'
She got up onto her toes without even thinking of the awkwardness and proceeded
to ransack a few sections of the warehouse missed by Catwoman earlier. Then she
figured she'd be better off going outside in those clothes she found in her bag
than the nifty outfit she was wearing at the moment. Off came the black latex
and on went the sexy clothes. It took but one look in a mirror for her to figure
out that no way would she have any kind of normal job in clothes like that.
Pretty obviously, she must be a prostitute. Then she started to think she must
have some kind of name, even if she was a practitioner of the oldest profession.
After a while a name came up in a thought; Lois. Was that her first name? It was
while she was washing up after her first trick of the evening, with a john who
just loved the black latex outfit she wore, that a second name came to mind;
Lane. She figured her memories must be coming back slowly, and her name must be
Lois Lane. But nobody with a name like Lois Lane would use that as a name while
selling her body. Or using her black latex gear and the whips and other gear
she'd stolen as a dominatrix. 'Ah, the hell with Lois Lane,' she thought, 'I'm
Mistress Monica to anyone wanting my hard side, and for the johns buying my soft
side, I think my name can be Kutie Kittie. It was fun grabbing that stuff from
the warehouse the other day, too; I think I'll use my latex for more than what
Monica can do, and do my robberies as The Vixen.' She grinned. After making sure
her john was gone, she said, "Yeah, I like that. I'm a three way hitter, world.
No, make that four. Lois Lane, unknown and uncaring nobody, Kutie Kittie to make
money off my body, Mistress Monica to make money off my bitchiness, and The
Vixen to make money on the sly."
She wasn't in town long enough after making enough to afford a plane ticket to
the other side of the country to hear and see all the notices asking what had
happened to The Daily Planet's star reporter, Lois Lane.
So, in effect, Lois Lane was gone in two ways. One, the original, now knew her
name to be Selina Kyle, who also happened to go by a much more familiar feline
name. The other, the replacement, only knew Lois Lane as a name she didn't need
in any way.
Both Lois Lanes were now criminals to one degree or another, neither caring or
knowing about the significance of that name.
Superman, The Daily Planet, and many others were saddened for a long time at the
loss of their friend and employee. Little did they know just how close by the
woman who had been Lois really was; Superman thought it was just his luck that
Batman no longer had to worry about Catwoman in his city. Both Superman and
Batman, along with the rest of the JLA, found themselves missing Wonder Woman.
They didn't make any connection with her disappearance and the fact that
Catwoman soon thereafter had a super powered Kitten who called herself
Cheetah...
The end?
Last update 3rd June 2004
Author's Comments:
This story was originally posted as a beginning of a great
story involving Lois Lane being captured and sexually tormented by Catwoman. I
asked if the author was intending to do anything more with it and never saw any
replies. So, I got the bug Sunday night and went to town rewriting his beginning
and then doubling its size with my conclusion. The webmaster of the site upon
which that original one was said he loved how I added to it.
Webmistress' Comments: Me too! I loved it!
Purrrrr!!!
