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Fanfic Preview: Pink Pussycat Boxed In Part 3
🕑 Added 2018-12-30 08:24:55 +0000 UTC Max was beyond excited as the shutters rose up to reveal the truck parked on the other side. It had been the longest month of his life, counting each day go by while keeping this whole plan secret to only himself, as much as he wanted to say something to his fellow villain pals, even his own wife. But no, if this plan was to succeed, he could not risk taking that chance of getting cocky. He had the odd superheroine confront him about the whereabouts of Pink Pussycat, but he had proof he was nowhere in the city when she vanished. As far as the heroines were aware, his story about flying to a meeting in his private jet checked out, unaware that Max had hypnotized the pilot and a few businessmen to make them believe they had a meeting with Max and flew him there and back. While Max was top of the chart of culpits, the superheroines eventually turned their search elsewhere, looking for their fallen comrade unaware they would never find her. He had done the same thing again, entrancing the same people into thinking they were having a follow up meeting. Only this time, he would not have as tight of a schedule to keep, all the better for checking out his new pet.
As the truck door was opened by the same carrier man as before, Max saw the crate with his own eyes for the first time in a month. No signs it had been tampered with or opened. Was this really going to work for real this time? The madman's heart beat so hard, sweat dripping down his face under the fake mask. He felt the urge to take it off due to the heat, but the millionaire bit his lip hard. Just a few more moments, just get rid of this loser with no suspicions...then she'll be all his.
“Ahh, Mr Rogers!” Fred loaded the crate off the truck. “Good to see you again, did you enjoy your vacation?”
“Ohh why yes!” Max breathed in and put his face accent back on. “Just the same ol' boring business meetings while little time for sightseeing. Nothing really to talk about I say!”
“I see.” Fred pulled out a clipboard and pen. “Well, we took great care of your invention, and like you requested I made sure it was far and deep in the warehouse personally.”
“Ah good show boy, good boy!” Max signed the release form. “Say, can we possibly wrap this up? Wanna....ya know, get this home and put back in place before the wife gives me hell about it!”
“Ahh of course, I just need the signature.” Fred took back the clipboard. “With that, I'll just say thank you for choosing Metro Store! We know you have a choice in storing all your valuable possessions and...”
“Like I say.” the disguised millionaire put another wad of cash in the top pocket of Fred's uniform. “Hurry this along!”
“Holy shi...y-yes sir!” Fred took one look at the money and ran for his truck, driving off while forgetting to close the truck doors. Max stood for a second to wonder why the delivery man left so fast when it hit him.
“Ahhh, I gave him the wad with a few grand, not a few hundred.” Max took the other wad of money out of his pocket, having planned to spoil his new pet later. “Oh well, serves me right for carrying so much cash. Anyway, onto the fun stuff!”
Throwing the mask off his face to the ground, Max reached for the crowbar on the table as well as pressed a button on a remote to close the shutter door. He stabbed the metal hard into the side of the crate, pulling off the lid with great force, this level of excitement was new to him. This had to be what it felt like being a commoner's child at Christmas opening their presents, something that happen so often in Max's rich life that Christmas was just another Tuesday for him. But this, this was something only he could have, something he strived and wanted so bad like a child throughout December wondering if he really got that one special gift he or she was after, the big one, the mother load as any present opening child would put it.
As the lid slammed down on the ground, Max looked at the sea of packing peanuts inside. Not disturbed or missing a great number of them. So far so good, no sign that any other heroine had gotten to his prize. With this many peanuts, it would take Max a good while to take them out by hand, time his patience no longer had as he dug the crowbar into one of the sides and pulled as hard as he could. The side of the crate snapped off, falling to the floor along with all the packing peanuts like a light avalanche. The millionaire kicked asides the material like snow to get to the device. Wiping any remaining peanuts off the top, his hope was realized. The machine had not been opened since he closed it a month ago.
“Shit, this is really happening isnt it?” Max looked at his phone and swapped it to reveal a hidden screen. To anyone else, it looked like an app to monitor his heart rate and pulse but in actuality it was monitoring his captive Pussycat. Much like the machine, Max developed the app software himself in secret so he had a way of knowing his pet would be safe and without anyone or anything hacking his phone. Just like the last month, her readings had been fine with no indication of any danger than meant Max had to run over to the storage warehouse to free her. It also confirmed to Max she was indeed still in there, a Pink Pussycat that had been orgasming non-stop, messing with her head and slowly brainwashed by the audio running on a loop in her ears. No, it was the woman behind the mask, and with a whole new sexy mindset of life that was waiting for him like Sleeping Beauty. “B-Best not wait any longer!”
Max's hand was almost shaking as he reached to press the buttons to open the device. As the metal lid slide open, his nose was met with the undeniable scent of female sweat. His eyes saw the wet frame still there as he left it, the dildo that kept on trucking the whole month, the round bouncy milk cannons lactating white milk still through the breast pumps keeping her a constant taste treat. All while sweat drops teased her body all over and the large puddle of kitty juice that ran between her legs. It felt almost like a crime to let her out, but Max pressed month buttons, stopping the dildo and breast pumps at last. The female body reacted, breathing heavily like she had just ran a marathon or two. The mad man unhooked her beautifully soaked legs and arms, not reacting to the freedom they were given. All that remained was the mask. It hid Metrobay's greatest secret for Max. There was no turning back now. His own heart racing, Max lifted the mask off enough to get the feeding dildo out of her mouth, a big gasp of air echoed the room, the heroine's first in what felt like forever. A small futuristic looking injector was applied to her neck, injecting something into her bloodstream.
“Calm yourself Slutty Cat.” Max spoke. “This serum will give your an instant energy boost in due time. You won't be able to move your limbs or even close that mouth of yours till it kicks in but once it does, you'll be able to move again.
No response, just that constant heavy breathing.
“In the meantime...let's get a look at you.” Max lifted the mask up the rest of the way. The female's face had seen much better days, eyes rolled upwards, mascara running from her eyes, her mouth stuck wide open with her tongue resting on her bottom lip like it was hungry for more. But that was not what caused Max to step back in shock, no. The real horror came from her real identity.
“NO FUCKING WAY!” Max yelled in shock. “K-KAITLIN SINCLAIR?!?”
It was true, the superheroine he had been chasing all this time was also the fellow millionaire Kaitlin Sinclair! Walking backwards and landing firmly down into a chair, Max looked down on the concert floor with both hands placed at the back of his head, trying to accept this revelation.
“Of course.” the millionaire laughed sarcastically. “Why did I never see the sights? The day you arrived in that pink dress claiming your inheritance, when not long after the Pink Pussycat would arrive to foil my schemes, the lust I had for the both of you, it all makes sense....but I refuse to accept it!”
Max got out his phone to run double checks on the machine time log. Maybe this was some kind of prank the heroines pulled on him, perhaps Sinclair got on their bad side for whatever reason, just something that proved she wasnt the same superheroine he had obsessed over for all these years. Nothing. No signs of the machine being opened or tampered with, it was exactly as he left it a month ago. After a few triple and quadruple checks on his phone the results all said the same, the woman he put in there last month was indeed Kaitlin Sinclair.
“Damnit.” Max threw his phone to the floor in a rage. “R.O.P.E are not going to like this one bit! I'll lose my position the moment this gets out!”
Due to Kaitlin's social status and the rules of the R.O.P.E organization, she was off-limits. No member could touch her, let alone capture and tie her up to do as they please with Kaitlin. What was a feeling of accomplishment just a few moments ago was now a feeling of dread that Max's actions would ultimately ruin him.
“And yet....I have a nagging feeling that I already knew....or at least used to.” Max had visions of past events, blurred in the back of his mind. “Did I already unmask her and was made to forget? Damn mind wiping tech! Whoever did that shall feel my wrath!”
As Max sat with his back turned away from the machine lost in his own thoughts about what he was going to do, the once sleeping beauty started to sit up. Kaitlin felt very light headed. The weeks of never ending orgasms had scrambled her brain, making it hard to think for too long. The only things running in her mind were the words from the audio that were now second nature to her. Her large milk cannons had finally stopped lactating, but remained their enlarged size, ready on stand by to be milked or played with.
But the feature that saw the most drastic overhaul was her kitten hole. Much like her head, reprogrammed by the dildo and the lubricate to be constently horny, to have even more turn ons than before, to want her new master's cock more than anything. Kaitlin's arousal was legendary before, now as it was still hot and throbbing for a nice hard cock, just like her head, it matched that of the horniest of bimbos.
Once Kaitlin got out the machine, she walked over to Max. Her walk was now much sexualized, like on default she had to wiggle that butt of her to allure anyone.
“Like, what's wrong Maxy Waxy?” Kaitlin asked in a more sexy baby voice. “Don't ya like me any more?”
“I would if you had been anyone else.” Max could not even look at her. “The fact you're Kaitlin Sinclair means I'm in such deep shit with R.O.P.E! Hope you're happen now, you've defeated me, I'm finished, there's no way I cn...”
“Mmm, nuff big talk!” Kaitlin got down on her knees and pulled at Max's pants. “Its making me dizzy when you like, talk too long!”
“What are you doing?” the villain looked at her pulling down his pants and underwear.
“Ohh, your cock is totally yummy!” Kaitlin licked her lips.
“Look I'm in no mood too....oh.” Max got cut of by the first lick from his pet's tongue to his bellend. A short straight lick at first, but then again in a circular motion like she was licking a lollipop.
“Mmm, don't worry about that lame boring stuff Master.” the sex pet began coating the rest of the erect member in her spit to wetten up. “Kittyas be hungry for a real cock for ages!”
Wasting no more time, Kaitlin put the whole thing in her mouth, sucking her hard that her lips stretched out a little, latching onto her favorite toy.
“Ohhh.” Max at whatever to pull her away and go back to working out a way to get out of this mess, but this blowjob from her felt unlike the past times. There had been many a bondage scenario where he forced his fav kitty to suck on his cock but this was the first time she was more than willing to do it. Did she become an even better expert at this from sucking at her feeding tube cock from all this time, or was this the true feeling of a blowjob from somebody not in bondage or under mind control that really wanted his cock? True the subliminal messages had made her this way, but the constant dildo fucking and kittygasms had messed her head up so much that it went further than a simple brainwash. She was now as dumb as a rock, unable to think about much other than sex. This was a permanent bimbofication, minus some of the usual physical changes. There was no undo button to fix her state, this was how she would be from now on!
“Aww fuck it!” Max placed his hand on the bimbo cat's head, making her bobble her head back and force for the cock sucking he would never soon forget. He no longer cared, he had his prize at last and if he was going down, Max was going to get to play with his new pet first!
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Nearly there! One more week of this chapter and I reckon it'll be completed! ;)
