Boxed In Chapter 4

A while later, Max was now busy at a control panel pressing buttons, pulling levers, adjusting sliders and such in one of his private labs. Having carefully driven there with his new pet while making sure no heroines were spying on him, Max called ahead to tell one of his chief scientists to clock everyone out for the evening, under the threat that if everyone had not left by the time he arrived, they'd all be fired. True, he did arrive to find the place in a right mess, chairs tipped over, equipment and papers on the floor, no doubt from everyone being in a big hurry to get the hell out of there, being only a fifteen minute drive from where he was. Still, it would be worth it should this plan work. As the fiendish millionaire continued on, he was notably Pussycat-less. All by himself with a chamber pod in the middle of the room, almost resembling a futuristic iron maiden with no clear view of what was inside. The only clue it gave away were the loud sinful moans inside.

“Thank god this thing was still in the storage basement!” Max told himself. “With the amount of times those supersluts have foiled my schemes, you can easily lose track of what sexy devices and machines you still have in your possession!” The very device Max was working with was a machine that altered a person's appearance. Everything from face, to height, to fingerprints, to the obvious “enhancements” the wicked pervert desired, expanding his favourite female features, re-sculpting one's figure, it was designed to make anyone unrecognisable like a real life Create a Character app. Max recalled commissioning such a machine for a “just in-case” scenario. Maybe he wanted to make someone vanish without a trace and less messy like brainwashing and changing them into a local hooker or even a hooker from another country made to look like a local , or heck if things really went up shit creek for Max, he could start a new life under both a new name and face. He did consider using it on superheroines he captured so nobody could ever tell one was ever a missing comrade, but Max's tastes for big sexy bondage set ups with a theme and the empowerment of having heroines bound or doing whatever he wanted them to do for him rarely saw a situation he would need to change the whole appearance of a heroine, not to mention all the defeats made him forget about the machine till his sex pet brought up being under a mask. If he couldn’t tell who Pink Pussycat was after all this time, there was no way any of her friends would tell who she was under her new identity.

“Almost there, few more adjustments to your behind annnnnnd done!” Max pressed a button marked Complete. As much as he loved how his sex pet looked before, this was all necessary if he was to convince R.O.P.E that his new pet resembled nothing like Kaitlin Sinclair. With a press of a button labelled “Release” the upright chamber pod door automatically opened, releasing a cloud of stream that silhouetted the new person inside. “Come on out my big bimbo pet! Let daddy have a good look at you!”

The figure looking differently shaped than Kaitlin slowly walked out of the chamber. As the steam started to dissolve, the perfectly hourglass shape of a women revealed itself.

“Mmm Max...” the female ran her fingers though her long hair. “I feel sooooo........sooooooo......naughty!”

“You certainly look it!” Max grinned at the sight of his reshaped creation. “Strike a pose my pet!”

Kaitlin began to make many a sexy pose and look, from turning around so her Master could see her butt and bending down to show her womanhood cushioned between. To say Kaitlin looked nothing like the Kaitlin of old was an understatement. Got was her trademark wavey blonde hair and in was hair much longer and with much more volume and shine, along with a brighter shade of colour, now resembling something more of a pornstar or glamour model's hairstyle. Her face had been reshaped and enhanced to look more dollfaced. Longer lashes to lure her lover just by slowly opening and closing her eyelids, bigger and plusher lips to make her perfect to kiss and to suck off her master. So irresistible her lips had become, Kaitlin could not by repetitively lick them and place a finger against them to give off that perfect clueless bimbo look.

Her breasts remained the same size as when she went into the device and came out, but now made to look less natural. To anyone, they looked so fake, but one good squeeze would tell them otherwise. Jiggling with her breath she made with an enhanced backbone to support such big twins with ease, her breasts were fit to tittyfuck any giant cock and lactate when her master demands.

Her arms and sides saw shrinkage. Any small muscle tone Kaitlin had in her limbs for crimefighting were now two thin arms that looked like they could be snapped so easily. While her arm strength could not lift much, she could at least give perfect handjobs. Her slim curves gave her that hourglass look, separating her top-heavy and top bottom with her thin tummy.

Kaitlin's hips saw the most change however, widened to the width of a car tyre while her butt almost was a big as one, perfect for being taking by her master from behind and giving her fantasies of being groped and spanked. Her kittyhole was no longer hidden by any pubic hair, now laid bare like a welcome doormat to let in any cock that wanted to come in. A few inches were adding to her longer shiny legs, she would wrap them behind most men of most sizes and keep a tight grip. Those that would eat her out would feel like they had gone to heaven, cushioned by such legs of perfection while the bimbo'd Kaitlin would purr.

Her skin tone now looked lighter. Max had decided to have a little fun with her skin by trying out different levels of tan in the future and watch his pet on the beach develop tan lines where her bikini would have been. Not to mention add to the list of features that made her not look like Kaitlin, not to mention her altered fingerprints just to be safe. If no one could tell who she was under a tiny mask, they had no chance in hell connecting this bimbo with millionairess Kaitlin Sinclair.

“Mmm, can we fuck now Master?” Kaitlin pushed her breasts together. “Its like, been a whole hour since I had Maxy Waxy's big cock inside me!”

“There'll be plenty of time for that when we get home my pet!” Max walked over to her, grabbing a buttcheek. “The Misses is expecting me back soon, can't let anyone be thinking I'm getting up to no good just yet! We best get you dressed first.”

Max handed his pet a black bondage harness, a black collar, and black chunky high heels. He watched Kaitlin slowly put the three items on, still amazed he now had her just as he always wanted, the perfect obedient sex pet. While he always digged the pink outfits, it was too risky to clad her out in something pink, but now Max was taking a likening to her black get up as Kaitlin finished by strapping on her collar. It fitted her transformation after all, no longer the bright colours of the goodie Superheroines, now she was wearing something of a darker shade, ideal for her new place among the super villains.

“My god you look stunning!” the villain gazed at his pet, the harness barely covered anything, with her breasts and pussy still exposed while a strap was snug in-between her huge buttcheeks. “From this day forward, you will denounce the names Kaitlin Sinclair and Pink Pussycat. After all, if you tell a soul, you'll get taken away and be changed back, you don't want that do you?”

“No no!” The woman formally known as Kaitlin Sinclair shook her head. “So like, what cha wanna call me now?”

“From this moment on, you will be named Fuck Dolly.” Max announced. “Yeees, my living breathing Fuck Doll!”

“Mmmm, Fuck Dolly...” the Bimbo bit her lip. “I'm getting wet jut from you calling me that...”

An hour's car drive later, and Max was already home. A greybot opened the door to his mansion as the millionaire walking in holding a black leash and his sex pet willingly following him in.

“Honey, I'm home!” Max announced as his wife Vivian walked down the sirs to somewhat greet her husband.

“Oh, brought home another stray I see.” Vivian immediately locked her eyes on the former Superheroine in displeasure, just another toy to steal attention away from her partner. “What's this one, another souvenir from your trip, or were Sluts-R-Us having a sale?”

“Oh Vivian darling.” Max laughed. “Don't rush to judge how new pet so harshly, I'm sure you'll grow to love her, when I let you plan with her.

“Oh yes, like the many Greybots we have serving dinner, dressed as maids doing the cleaning, and performing what you call “entertainment”!” the Wife spoke sarcastically, grown sick of the sight of those emotionless fembots. “I trust you won't be down for dinner this evening.”

“This evening, maybe the whole week.” the million dollar pervert began walking up the stairs passed his wife. “Take my calls and whatnot.”

“Oh course dear...” the attention seeking wife sighed. As Max's new pet walked pasted her, Vivian got a good look at the horny bimbo close up. She has never seen this woman before in her life, at least she thought, but something about her seemed...familiar.

“I have a feeling I know that girl.” Vivian thought to herself, flicking back though the memories of her mind of all the people she could think of, but no one came to question, not even Kaitlin Sinclair crossed her mind, she know that feline heroine ALWAYS escaped no matter what, and that airhead looked nothing alike. “You know what, its hard to keep track of all the strays he brings in...”

And for a good long time, that was how life was the former pink superoheroine. Anywhere Max went, she was by his side on her black leash wearing only her black harness, heels and collar, maybe a gag if Max was in the mood to listen to her sweet moans. While Max did paper work in his office of study, she was under the desk sucking his cock endlessly. When it got a little too distracting, Max converted a work room into a little play room for Fuck Dolly to play in while he worked on his next fiendish scheme, sometimes recruiting a Dombot (A Greybot with dominatrix commands) as a playmate if Max's toy had been a “good girl”.

Meetings with R.O.P.E were never an issue, Max would take his seat at the meeting with his fuck toy standing next to him, and aside from a few jealous glares from some of the other male members, no one ever put two and two together and connected this bimbo to Pink Pussycat. Max explained he had no idea where his former love had vanished to or the sweetheart of the city Kaitlin Sinclair had gone to, but made it clear he found this sex pet to fill the void those two have left him and he had never felt better. After all, the promise of getting to play with his pet was too good an offer to answer any more questions.

Even Vivian took a likening to her. While the millionaie's wife had imposed a strict “No pets in bed” rule and settled with Fuck Dolly sleeping in a corner of the room, it was not long before the horny minded bimbo one night crawled into bed in search of a midnight snack. With her much lower IQ however, she made the mistake of crawling into the bed covers on the wrong side of the bed and was meant for an almost as yummy womanhood to eat instead. Vivian had never felt so wanted in years, the steer skill and dedication her husband's pet had towards pleasuring her pussy was like none other. Nevermind the last time she remembered Max licking her down there, Fuck Dolly outperformed him no question about it. A few more evenings like this, and Vivian welcomes her into the bed, for both husband and wife to enjoy. Over time, this stray had saved their marriage. Vivian got more involved with Max's sexual acts than ever before, borrowed his pet for her own sex play sessions, and had really opened her own perverted desires even further. That mangy Pink Pussycat and even Kaitlin Sinclair were out of their lives, Max gave his wife much more attention and all it took was engaging in threesomes with his new toy. Whether it be Vivian acting like a dom towards the pet for Max's enjoyment or Max playing with his wife...with the added bonus of their pet with a strap on doing her from behind so both her holes got attention, Vivian was even open to Max bringing home more strays home, despite him never once revealing where she came from.

And that was a huge problem with the heroines of Metrobay. The former Pink Pussycat stuck to her word and never let slip who she really was. As much superstition the superhroins had, their background checks on this new accomplice of Max's revealed no answers. The slave black market was as shady as it got but at least finger prints and DNA samples could tell them who any brainwashed slaves might have been before. Fuck Dolly had nothing that linked her to their missing friend, Max had covered his tracks well. A fake backstory that his pet was a willing sex fiend, nothing that indicated her had been brainwashed, reprogrammed or was under hypnosis, not that a broken mind would. Everything checked out, and the Squad was no closer to finding Pink Pussycat. Loose ends that lead to nothing, wild goose chases, soon enough, it became too much of a distraction from their normal duties and lead to the unthinkable. They just, gave up.

A year's passing and there where a few difference the Superherione Squad HQ aside from their long lost friend. A statue in the memory of Pink Pussycat was erected in memory of her for one thing. They never lost hope that maybe their lost comrade like a missing cat would one day find her way home, but life had to continue at the same time.

That is, except for Kitten.

Flabbergasted by the Squad's decision to end their efforts to find her mentor, Kitten considered this an unforgivable act by the people she considered her friends and more or less gave in her badge. After that, word got out about a new vigilante that was not part of the Superheroine Squad or even the Action Cats. A figure that no villain would dare look forward to seeing unlike the many busty heroines that populated the city, for this “heroine” was no longer afraid to get her paws dirty.

The Ferocious Pussycat was a sight to fear. One moment you were cutting a shady deal in an alleyway, the next a cloaked darkly dressed figure would emerge from the darkness to jump right onto you like a big cat catching her pray, digging her razor shape steel claws into your chest hissing and demanding you tell her where her beloved mentor was, what did you know about her disappearance. you were lucky, she might let you go with only the deep blooded scratches as proof you encountered her. Get on her wrong side, you were just another mouse to her to be taken out.

Tabitha had many encounters with her former heroine friends, often begging her to stop this crusade of chaos and come back with them. Every time, the Ferocious Pussycat would remind them of her former mentor, how she must have begged her friends to save her, to find her, to bring her home, how Tabitha begged and pleaded with the Squad to keep searching. As far as she was concerned, she was doing a far better job washing away the vermin of the city like an assassin, even if her methods were outright murder. The Superheroines knew they had to arrest her, they had so many chances, but none ever could. Their gilt often overweighted their sense of duty, long enough for the Ferocious Pussycat to vanish into the shadow, often with a tear in her eyes wishing things could go back to the way they used to be.

Two years had passed since the whole Boxed In incident. Max had never had it better as he poured a drink into a glass, walking around in his dark study in a robe. R.O.P.E operations had an all time high in success, the heroines' morale was never the same again, often looked at in a negative light after they failed to save the city's sweetheart Kaitlin Sinclair and their most infamous member Pink Pussycat. Max felt so empowered, all this time he kept the greatest secret in Metrobay all to himself. This must be why they wear masks, not protection of who they are but a sense of power that they hide something their enemies could never gain. They had to get off from that, Max could see no other reason in his dark perverted mind.

As he took a sip of his drink, he grinned.

“Two years and you still don't know how to knock.” he proclaimed.

Walking from the shadows of Max's bookcase was the cloaked vigilante  Ferocious Pussycat. Stood strong and a look of anger on her face.

“What, no whitty one lines or even a simple hello?” Max turned around to look her. “Come on Kitten, at least be a little like the old days!”

“That name and those “days” died the moment you took her from me.” Tabitha hissed. “How many more of your men do I have to kill to get answers you vile...”

“Ahhh yes, tonight would be...exactly two years since my former love left me.” Max leaned on his desk. “Such a tragic waste, we could have had so much more fun for many years but alas, we move on.”

“Cut the crap Indeks!” Ferocious stomped her foot. “I know it was you. I may never get proof or evidence to prove otherwise, but I know you obsessed over her more than any of the scum this city combined! There's no way you could ever be over her.”

“I could say the same about you.” Max pointed out. “Crawling the cities every night looking for answers, with not a care in the world of who you might injure or hurt. I bet some of those scum had families you know, families that also are feeling the same pain as you right now.”

“DON'T ACT LIKE A SAINT MAX!” Tabithia yelled. “You remember what happened that night I held your wife hostage and left her hanging on a skyscrapper!”

“Yes...and we all know how that turned out don't we?” Max reminded her, a short awkward silence followed.

“You're a monster!” Tabitha broke the silence, gritting her teeth. “You made me this way when you took her from me!!!”

“No my sweet Essex, it was YOU that did it to yourself!” Max took one more sip of drink.

“JUST GIVE HER BACK TO ME....wait, what did you say?” The dark anti-hero paused. Did Max just use her surname just now? Impossible, how could he know who she was?

“Mmmm, Maxy dear!” moaned a sexy seductive voice. “You coming to bed? Dolly's getting hungry for a fucking!”

Dressed in white lingerie with her back up against the doorway, Fuck Dolly licked her lips, with her eyes locked on her master.

In a minute my fucktoy!” Max answered her. “Our guest was just leaving, wasnt she?”

The airheaded bimbo walked over to Ferocious Pussycat, her heels echoing against the wooden flooring. She placed her arms around the vigilante's neck who shruged it off, looking in the other direction.

“You here to play too?” Dolly looked in her face cluelessly.

“Max, get your sexpot filth off of me of I'll pop those balloons of hers with my claws.” Ferocious warned.

“Ooooh, that's no way to keep to your bestest of best friends...Tabitha!”  Dolly revealed.

“Wha......what?!?” Tabitha was stunned, in-shock by this bimbo's confession. She couldn’t be.....KAITLIN?!?

“Poor poor Kitten.” the mad millionaire laughed. “All these times he came round here, every time my pet would shove her cleavage in your face and yet you never once suspected she was the person you were looking for all this time! Your transformation, your mass murders of civilians for information, abandoning all your friends for your obsession, and yet it was all for nothing, the person you wanted to save and rescue was staring you right in the face. All I merely did was awaken this bimbo's true nature, tell me which of us here is the REAL villain?”

“....you son of a bitch, I KILL YO.......ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!” Tabitha yelled as Fuck Dolly shocked her with a taser, a thousand volts of electricity knocking her out and causing the cloaked heroine to fall flat on her face to the floor.

“I think it's time we put the final phase of my plan into motion, don't you Dolly?” Max looked down at the fallen anti-hero.

“Hehheh, TOTALLY!” The bimbo laughed as her jugs bounced in excitement.

"MMMMMMM,NOOOOOOOO......"

To be Concluded