[Corruption, Hypnosis, Latex, Yuri]

"Alright! My first real patrol! Better keep myself sharp, otherwise all those baddies are just going to get away with all their crimes!"

The brand new heroine, Onyx Ocelot, cried out before peeking out of the alleyway she had hidden away in before changing into her makeshift costume. She wore a simple black catsuit with a few claws attached near her fingertips, to ensure that she would actually be able to do damage.

Her actual name was Samantha Kingly. And she had always wanted to be a hero. Once she had moved to Trinity City, which was full of heroes and villains, the chance to make her dream come true finally fell into her lap. Though she didn't have powers or anything, she had more than enough determination to make up for what she lacked. It was why she trained hard to try and build up the strength and stamina that she needed to compete with the villains that she wanted to stop.

Sure, she wasn't really near the top tiers. But she was strong enough. As she adjusted her cowl to make sure her identity was kept properly obscured, she looked out at the streets once more...

Only for the nearby bank's alarm to ring. Somebody was carrying out a robbery. Good, she had the chance to prove her abilities. She quickly sprinted down the road to get to the bank before the cops did, just so she could give them a break. With how many villains they dealt with on a daily basis, getting a hero's help would definitely lift a weight off their back.

Though there was something that bothered Onyx Ocelot as soon as she got close to the bank. There was like, no traffic. At all. There weren't really any pedestrians either. What was going on? It was a normal day, wasn't it? Even on a holiday, there'd be people up and about. Maybe if she checked inside the bank, she'd figure out why the streets were empty.

"Stop right there, villains! I won't let you rob this bank!" The heroine cried out as she slammed open the doors to the bank, her cowl doing its best to dampen the sound of the alarm. It was way, way too loud. Which made sense, since it needed to alert the cops and get everyone informed about the danger. And yet...

It didn't take long for her to notice that the bank was full of people. People that weren't scared. They were just standing there. Staring straight ahead, with their bodies otherwise remaining proverbially frozen. It was like something had gotten to them and made them just stop reacting to anything around them. Whether it was Onyx Ocelot, or anything else...

"Okaaaay..." The new heroine muttered to herself as she walked over to one of the civilians, waving her hand in front of their face. She could see that their eyes were following the hand, but they didn't react otherwise. Just remaining completely stone-faced. They didn't even look panicked over being so unemotive. So they were definitely being affected by something. "This is new... What should I do?"

Despite Samantha's wishes to be a heroine, she was still very green. She had read plenty of stories and seen plenty of hero movies, but there was only so much that she was able to memorize and keep close to her heart. So the sight of all these stunned civilians really threw her for a loop.

Then again, she shouldn't be focusing on them too much. She should be trying to stop the robbery before it went too far. "Sorry, I'll be back!" Onyx Ocelot cried out as she headed deeper into the bank, to try and stop them from robbing the vault with all the cash that had been stored away. If they were able to stun or otherwise freeze all these civilians, then-

Her eyes widened further in complete surprise, all thanks to the fact that the robbers that should be prying open the vault... They were just as frozen as the civilians in the main hall. And she was sure that they were robbers. Not because they wore appropriate attire, but because they were carrying the tools they needed. Blowtorches, drills, the whole lot. And yet they just kept on standing there. Aimlessly staring straight ahead. As if they were waiting for somebody to stimulate them. Waiting to receive their orders...

"Okay, something's definitely weird." Onyx Ocelot muttered as she scratched the back of her head. She had expected her first patrol to be exciting and filled with tough fights against strong villains; she didn't expect to run into a bunch of proverbial statues and an otherwise empty part of the city. Who had been behind this..?

"Weird doesn't even begin to describe it, dear."

"Perhaps you'd like a little hand, kitty?"

The new heroine blinked as two seductive voices started to echo through her ears, prompting her to turn in their direction. A fatal mistake, as she'd find out right as her eyes were brought towards the pair...

And more importantly, their bosoms. Bosoms pushed up by a pair of opposite colored corsets. Not that she focused on them in the slightest. She just focused on the breasts in front of her. Gently swaying breasts. Back and forth, back and forth. She... What was...

"That's it, kitty. Just sink deeeep into your trance..."

"The Trance Twins will take good care of you. It's not often that we catch somebody as cute as you with this kind of trap."

The two villains identified themselves, but Onyx Ocelot did not listen. She was entranced. Sinking deeper yet deeper. So deep that she couldn't even come close to keeping her eyes open. It was so, so hard...

So she didn't. Her eyes closed, and she completely fell into their trance. Even if she didn't look at the breasts in front of her, they were still swaying in her mind. Keeping her in this docile state, just like everyone else inside the bank.

The twins claimed their entranced prize, giggling as they pulled her close. She really was cute. Adorable even. But she could be so much more. And besides...

Their clients wanted a new face to enjoy...

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"Now now, dear. You can't just stay asleep all day."

"Rise and shine, kitty. We've got a long night ahead of us, before you'll be ready for your brand new life."

Onyx Ocelot blinked softly. How long had she been asleep? For that matter, had she actually been asleep? It certainly felt like she had been, but she wasn't in bed. She was standing in place, as if she suddenly lost consciousness and just stared... straight... ahead...

It was then that the new heroine gasped in shock. Was that what had happened to all those people? Was that it? They had fallen into a trance and thought they were asleep, so they just kept on standing around without reacting to much around them? Or at least not registering it, considering one of them actually followed her hand's movements?

"W-Who's there?!" The new heroine cried out, twisting and turning her head around. She couldn't see anybody. All she could see was the faint light shining down on her, all while a nervous vibe crept its way up her back. She didn't want this. She didn't want any of this. She just wanted to beat up villains and feel good, she didn't want to get caught! How could she have messed up this badly!?

A snap echoed through her ears, and she rapidly started blinking once more. All while the silhouettes of two ladies started to take shape in front of her. Two that looked extremely familiar. Those... extremely busty... ladi- No, she wasn't falling for that again!

Onyx Ocelot looked away from the two villains, who giggled in tandem. "It seems like our little kitty's starting to learn, Deirdre. Perhaps should've finished her treatment without letting her wake up." One of them said, amusement pouring off her lips.

"If we did, then we wouldn't be having nearly as much fun with her." The other said, all while giggling alongside her twin. "Now now, kitty. You can stare. It's not like you'll be able to get away, so you should enjoy the show." She continued, teasing the feline-themed heroine with a grin.

As much as Onyx Ocelot really shouldn't listen to the two villains, her curiosity was too much to ignore. So she turned her head back towards them, trembling a bit as she stared straight towards their bosoms, before managing to pry her eyes away from them so she could properly identify the Trance Twins instead of just matching them to their voices.

The Trance Twins, as they called themselves, were a pair of twins that looked almost identical. Which was helped by the fact that they styled themselves after the other. The one named Deirdre, a black-haired beauty if she had ever seen one, was dressed in a white latex catsuit, which was all-too-tight considering how much it clung to her curves and really helped emphasize them. While her sister, blonde to contrast the black shades of her sister, wore a similar kind of catsuit. Only, she exchanged the white for black, which further aided the contrast between the two of them.

It wasn't just that they wore the same kind of tight latex that really helped bring out their sex appeal, but they wore a little more clothing that served to decorate them rather than protect them. Namely a set of opera gloves, black for Deidre and white for her sister, as well as a set of matching thigh-high boots and a corset that pushed up their bosoms. While it was definitely impossible to see them as anything but villains, they also looked like they were ready for much more erotic opportunities. It really wouldn't seem out of place to find them at a strip club...

"You're staring a whole lot, little kitty." Deirdre said, all while giggling and licking her lips. Lips smothered in black lipstick, contrasting the color of her bodysuit. "But don't you worry, you're just as sexy as us. You just need to realize it. Isn't that right, Denise?"

"Indeed." The blonde twin, Denise, licked her lips as well to bring emphasis to her white lipstick. All while gently grasping her crotch. "Mmmm... The sounds that will leak from your lips, the screams that will echo out and fill the air... I can't wait to hear them. They're going to be a real delight. Especially once you fall further and further..."

Onyx Ocelot blinked a few times as she listened to them. And got distracted by their looks. How had she missed their latex before? Had they worn latex before? Either way, she couldn't help but keep staring at their extra shiny bodies, right up until the moment that Deirdre mentioned that she was just as sexy as them. What did they mean by that-

A yelp left the new heroine's lips as she looked down at herself. She was dressed in the same sort of catsuit as they were, but the colors were purple by comparison. Not only that, but she was made to wear the exact same kind of decorative accessories. Same kind of gloves, same kind of boots, same kind of corset. The only things that made her look different from them was her cat-shaped cowl and the corset that currently restricted her head's movement.

It was tight. Now that she was aware of the latex that covered her, it was really hard to move. Admittedly, she should've thought about using latex as some sort of training exercise. It would've really helped her right now. If she ever managed to get away, she would have to keep that in mind. Right now, she just struggled a bit against how tight the latex was. And how much it rubbed up against her most precious areas. Whether it was her virgin pussy or her extra sensitive nipples...

"Adorable. Remember the first time we put on our suits, Denise?" Deirdre said, all while pressing her lips up against her twin's cheek. "I remember how it felt. How much we wanted to just give up and cry out and hope that somebody could save us."

"And yet nobody came." Denise replied, returning the favor by staining her sister's cheek with her own lipstick. "Nobody came to save us when we were in prison, and nobody came to save us when we pushed to the point where we actually had to offer our services to the special clients..."

The Trance Twins giggled in tandem as they watched the heroine squirm, their hands weaving together as they let their lips meet and let their tongues dance together. All while forcing the poor heroine to watch them enjoy each other like this. Something that really didn't help her situation in any way. In fact, they could easily tell that she was getting just as aroused as they were, given the way her nipples tried to poke up against the latex she was stuck in.

"But that's okay." Deirdre giggled, as she let go of her twin and put her hands behind her head, pushing her chest out and letting the latex dig further into her. All while gasping and blushing from the arousal pouring through her. "We learned what it meant to work for the special clients. What it meant to be one of their pawns in the greater game they were always playing."

"Imagine being Filthy Rich and using your vast wealth to put a couple of common crooks through hell, just so they could awaken their true potential..." Denise giggled, as she sank her own hands into her rear. The tightness of the latex around her fingers and the extra layer around her ass should make the sensation of squeezing her own ass a total mess. And yet here she was, enjoying it all. Because it really was that enjoyable. "And that's what you'll be going through, kitty. You'll be just like us. A sex-obsessed freak who can't help but offer herself to the richest. All while doing anything they tell you to."

"Even if that means you'll rob the common man blind." "Even if that means you'll be training a new kitty to be just as much of a slut as you are." "It's all natural, you'll see." The Trance Twins spoke in unison, then alternating back and forth. All while giggling together while gazing upon their captive and licking their lips. They were very clear about their intentions. Did she really think she could fight back?

Onyx Ocelot wasn't sure if she could. Especially not with her body feeling this hot. But she was going to do her best, as she tried to put special pressure on her fingertips. If she could just dig through the latex and puncture it with her claws, then she would be able to turn the tables. No matter how hypnotic they were, she could fight back if she just relied on her instincts!

"Y-You won't break me. You won't break me at all!" She cried out in defiance, only to be met by their continued giggles. They really didn't think that she could do it. But she would prove them wrong. She was going to hold out against them. Besides, the only part of their bodies that was truly hypnotic was their breasts! She could handle a couple of tits!

The Trance Twins looked to one another, both wordlessly nodding as the two stepped closer. And once they were right up close and personal, Denise got down on her knees. Putting her on the same level as Onyx Ocelot's pussy, while Deirdre remained above.

The new heroine probably wanted to protect herself. But there was no way that she could do so. Not when she was attacked from two sides. Deirdre's lips met hers, all while she felt Denise's lips meet her pussylips. It was a shocking sensation. One that left her gasping and panting as she tried to fight back.

But she couldn't. As soon as that kiss had met her lips, it was like... It was like something had happened. It was like she couldn't stop looking at Deirdre. She was... She was really beautiful, wasn't she? She hadn't noticed it, because she was too busy focusing on the sexier parts of her body, but she wasn't just sexy. She was just genuinely beautiful.

"I thought you said we couldn't break you, kitty." Deirdre said, all while her hands started to roll across her breasts. "You were lying, weren't you?" She mused, pressing her thumbs up against the girl's painfully erect nipples...

As she teased her, those hypnotic words sank deep into her psyche. Her mind was not able to properly agree or disagree. But her instincts were. Instincts that had also fallen under the twin's influence, as Onyx Ocelot slowly started to nod in response.

"Good girl."

Deirdre's words flooded through her mind, helped by the arousal brought forth by Denise's licking. The more that Denise kissed and licked away at that latex-covered crotch, the more her mind was able to accept the words that were pouring through her mind. This was how the Trance Twins were able to control their victims. One of them took care of the victim's mind, and the other took care of their body.

It was definitely difficult to fight back against. There was very little that the Onyx Ocelot was able to think of besides the beautiful woman in front of her. Just thinking about her was enough to make her pussy tremble. And that tremble was met by another kiss. Her interest was rewarded. Her obsession deepened. She wanted her. She needed her. So much so that her tongue hung out of her mouth, the tiniest bit of drool slowly rolling down the surface, until it dripped off the tip and landed in her cleavage.

Being called a good girl was also dangerous. It reinforced that she was supposed to obey. It reinforced that she was a pet. A kitty. She was a cat-themed hero, yes, but the Trance Twins were more than eager to twist that identity into something that benefitted them...

Then the pleasure stopped. And the beautiful Deirdre vanished. For a moment, Onyx Ocelot felt a sense of longing. She needed her. She needed the beautiful woman. Otherwise she wouldn't feel complete. That feeling soon vanished, as she seemed to snap free from her trance...

Seeing that defiant yet shamed look on the heroine's face brought Denise a lot of joy. And she couldn't help but giggle. All while she put a hand right behind the adorable heroine's head, and pulled her into a kiss. A deep, tender kiss. One that she just wouldn't be able to break from.

The shock of pure pleasure poured through Onyx Ocelot once more, with those lips preventing her from getting even a single word out. And instead of giving her a taste of the kind of way she should be thinking, these lips... They taught her about what a kiss meant.

It meant passion. It was a reward, of sorts. Only good girls got kisses like these. How was she able to understand all of that? Simple. She could feel the thoughts being pushed into her mind. Probably due to the villain's powers.

But it wasn't the only feeling pouring through her in the moment. No, she was feeling a different kind of pleasure as well. One brought on by sensitivity. Every few seconds, she'd feel another spike of pleasure. Courtesy of a few gentle fingers being rubbed across her body.

That was what Deirdre was doing. As Denise made sure to teach the kitty about the importance of a good kiss, her twin was making sure that she was getting used to how tight the latex was. And it was tighter than she ever could've imagined.

Thanks to Denise's kiss, there was barely anything that Onyx Ocelot was able to focus on. Nothing except for the kiss, and the sensation of fingers pushing and dragging latex across her skin. She could feel it all. And at first, she loathed it. But it just kept going. Repeating over and over and over.

For just how long had this been going on? And for how long would it continue? Questions like those kept on pouring through her mind as she lost herself further and further. She enjoyed it all far too much. And she didn't want to stop. She didn't even think about the idea of stopping.

She loved every moment of this. She loved it. She loved being a good girl. She loved getting kissed for being a good girl. Good girls also loved their latex. They loved every little thing about their tight uniform. It was perfect for a naughty kitty like her. A good girl, but a naughty kitty, should always be trapped within such a tight piece of latex...

But just like before, it wouldn't last. Even though it had felt like eons had passed, those lips were finally pulled away. No matter how much lipstick had been smeared onto Onyx Ocelot's lips, she wasn't allowed to cum. Those lips were ever-so-alluring, and so mesmerizingly close to her own. She wanted them, and yet she couldn't have them.

Once again, the sisters swapped places. And only as Deirdre came into view did the trance that held Onyx Ocelot's mind in a vice let go, the blushing kitty doing her best to try and return to some level of normalcy. And yet it was obvious that it was futile. She looked like a mess. And she would continue looking like a mess, if the twins had anything to say about it.

"Y-You... You're... Y-You...!" Onyx Ocelot tried to cry out in defiance. But she couldn't lift a single finger. Her catsuit now felt even tighter than before. Or was it just that it felt better to wear, which made it feel that much more restrictive? She wasn't sure. All that she knew was that she couldn't admit that she loved it.

"What's the matter? Cat's got your tongue?" Deirdre taunted the girl, all while licking her lips again. Letting that spiraling motion of her tongue take control. Letting it spin and spin. All while she could see the kitty's eyes doing its best to follow her. "Come on. You're so close. You can keep falling further, can't you? We want you to be the very best sexkitty, so you better improve quickly. Otherwise, you might just get punished."

P-Punishment. She didn't understand why that word left her trembling. It wasn't bringing her fear. If anything, the idea of being punished by Deirdre made her feel very... E-enthused. She wanted her to prove her authority. She wanted her to spank her. To violate her. To show her exactly where she belonged. She wanted all of that, and so much more. And the way she shook just helped emphasize it and made it clear she had fallen so far already...

It didn't help that it looked like she had fallen into another trance. All because of the tongue spinning in front of her. It prompted her to take a single step forward. She didn't understand how she was able to take that step, but she also didn't care. She just wanted more of the twin that had pulled her down. She wanted more and more of her...

And that was exactly what Onyx Ocelot got. The devious twin wrapped her arms around her, squeezing tight with a great big grin on her face. All while pressing her deep into her bosom. Squishing those breasts up against her head, just so there was no way that she could even think of an escape.

"Good girl." There it was again. That compliment that had been hammered into her head. That compliment that she had no way of fighting back against. Just hearing it dance across her mind was enough to make her body tremble all over. She could feel the arousal rising more and more. Begging for more. Wanting her to keep on climbing more and more.

And her reward for being a good girl, besides the overwhelming arousal that poured through her? Simple. It was the scent of latex. It was the smell of the villain's latex-clad body. The feminine musk mixing together with the artificial scent of her most preferred outfit. That was her reward. If she had been lucid, if she had been able to fight back, she might've thought that this was a horrid reward.

But she had been trained. She had been unable to fight back against all of this. And that was why it was one of the very best rewards that a good girl like her could receive. She could feel the subtlest sensations pour through her body too. The way that her pussy started to drool in response to the mixed smell. She wanted it to keep flowing through her. So she could keep feeling good...

"She's coming along nicely, isn't she?" Denise chimed, her voice barely registering within the heroine's mind. "You mind if I push her further?" She asked, all while reaching for a certain piece of equipment.

"By all means. She just needs that little push, then she'll be done. I'm sure that you're the one that can do it, Denise." Deirdre said, her words completely flying by the girl's head. All because she wasn't willing to register it. She was much, much more interested in the smell pouring around her.

Why should she focus on anything but the smell that she had received as a reward? Why should she do something so silly, when she had all the reason in the world to continue-

A sharp moan left Onyx Ocelot's lips, all because her pleasure-filled reward had been interrupted by the sharp sensation smashing through her. Courtesy of the plastic that now rammed straight into her pussy.

She really hadn't been focusing. Because if she had, then she would've noticed that Denise had been putting on a very thick and devastating looking strap-on. If she had focused, maybe she would've been able to brace herself. Instead, she was now privy to the sensation of something so thick being thrust in and out of her.

It's not like it tore her latex either. That thick rod was just being pistoned in and out of her. Stretching the fabric and making sure that it was still going as deep into her as it could possibly go. It felt... It felt even better than anything that she had ever experienced before. The smells, the twins' hypnotic presence, the feel of latex against her skin... Nothing could come close to comparing to the feeling of being fucked like this.

"The pussycat's pussy is real tight! Probably a virgin!" Denise cried out, hands firmly grasping the girl's wrists while pulling her arms back. All so she had complete control over their little moment of pure passion. "C'mon! Scream out! Scream out and let me see you break, kitty!"

There was no longer a need to take things slowly. Now they just needed to break her. And breaking a girl like her was something they were experts at. Especially since they didn't need to trade efforts any longer. The kitty had been trained enough, so they just needed to put her training to good use. Together.

"You always go straight for it." Deirdre said with a smile, all while putting on her own strapon. The exact same kind of shape and size as her twin's, just with colors that better fit her. "Turn her around. I'll break in her other hole." She commanded, all while winking at the slutty kitty in front of her.

Denise laughed a little as she did exactly what her twin asked. Spinning the kitty around after briefly letting go of her, so the horny heroine was staring straight at her. Not that Onyx Ocelot was really focusing on what was in front of her, or what was around her. No, the only thing that she was focusing on was the pleasure.

Pleasure that only intensified once Deirdre slammed her strapon into her ass as well. Both twins pistoning in and out of her at a pace that she just couldn't handle. It made her moans just keep flowing out. Over and over again, growing louder and louder with every single thrust.

She had honestly held out pretty well by their standards. Usually, they only needed to subject a slut-to-be to one session of mental manipulation. But she had managed to endure. Even if she was mewling with need. Even if she was letting out scream after scream at this point. But the fact that she was able to hold out so much was just a testament to the quality of the slut on offer.

"She's tight!" Denise shouted, all while pressing up against the horny kitty to make sure that she could still smell her extra thick latex. "And you'll remain tight, won't you, kitty?" She said, her eyes almost starting to swirl a little as she stared into the heroine's eyes.

"Good girl." Deirdre assaulted her ear from the other side, kissing her cheek and thrusting into her ass again. All while giggling. "Remain tight, and we'll reward you with even more pleasure. All you have to do is remain tight, and everything will be as you want it to be..."

It was too much for her to even come close to resisting. And little by little, as they kept thrusting harder and harder... It all tipped over. Her body had experienced too much pleasure to endure. And it was time for it all to gush its way out.

Onyx Ocelot let out a tender and powerful scream as her first orgasm as their little slutty kitten echoed out, her body violently writhing in pleasure. All while they continued to ignore the way she tightened around their fake cocks. They kept thrusting. In and out, without even a moment to let her catch her breath or recover from the intense feelings.

No. They were going to engrave the pleasure that came with being fucked into her. Even as she was climaxing and gushing all over the place, soaking her scent into her latex, she was going to receive the best fuck that a good slut like her should. Which just forced her further and further over the edge...

Until she grew limp between the two. They had hugged her between them, and it had reached a point where she could barely cling to consciousness. The drool was running down her chin, and the look in her eyes told them that her brain was all but fried. How utterly adorable...

"You better not have gone too far." Deirdre said, pulling her strapon out of Onyx Ocelot's ass. All while pecking their favorite kitten on the cheek, more than happy to have broken her in. Just not too happy if they damaged the goods too much.

Denise laughed as she pulled out as well, keeping the girl held slightly so she could remain standing. "If she's broken, then we're just going to have to fill her with a new personality. I'm sure her brain can handle that kind of insertion. But if you'd like to step it a bit further, we can clean her mind and start all over. It's up to you." She grinned...

Right up until the moment Onyx Ocelot let out a moan and snapped back to reality. She... The orgasm had washed her sensibilities back to the forefront. These two twins had humiliated her and seduced her to the point where she couldn't resist their advances. And yet she had managed to climb back. She had managed to regain herself. Even if it was only slightly.

"Y-You won't get away with this... I-I'm going to make you both pay..!" Onyx Ocelot cried out. Despite the pleasure still filling her. Despite the look of absolute obedience on her face. Despite how much she still trembled from her last orgasm. She was... She was..!

Another moan forced its way from her lips, right as she felt something thick slammed into her ass. And the adorably slutty kitten mewled as her angry and defiant expression melted away, replaced by nothing more than pure bliss as she started drooling into her bosom once more...

"That's better." Deirdre said, snickering a little as she stepped in front of the kitten. All while admiring the tail that she had shoved into her hole. It really completed the look. Really, what kind of kitty walked around without a tail to look like a proper feline?

Denise snickered as well, before smirking and crossing her arms. "Alright, kitty. Introduce yourself. You should know everything that you need to serve us and our clients at this point." It was time to examine just how broken she was. And if she was going to live up to their desires.

Onyx Ocelot... No, Samantha saluted as her brand new tail started wriggling around, bringing a dopey grin to her face. "Kinky Kitten, happy to serve her new mistresses like the slutty kitty she is!" She even gave herself an appropriate name. She wasn't an Ocelot, nor did her color matter. What mattered was the horny feelings rushing through her, and how good it felt to obey the twins. Even just saluting like this was enough to nearly make her cum all over again. Ahh... Couldn't they just fuck her a bit more?

Both Trance Twins smirked to one another, before presenting their extra sticky strapons. "Good. Now come on, you can't just leave a mess behind. You're supposed to be our slut, aren't you?" Denise said with a lot of pride in her voice, more than happy to further degrade their kitty.

Not that she needed to. She was already at the point where she'd follow even the simplest of commands. With a wiggle to her hips to show how enthused she was, Kinky Kitten got down on her knees and pushed her face up against those shafts slathered in her juices. All while trembling from her own scent... And the scent of their latex. Ahhhhh... Ah, she was just about to cum from the scent...

It didn't take her long to prove her loyalty and her new need, as she quickly started to lick away at those strapons. All while the twins watched their brand new toy do exactly as they asked.

What an adorable kitty she had become...

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"Hands up, everyone! And cute girls, you better strip! My Mistresses want me to grab a new toy for them to play with!"

Kinky Kitten giggled. It didn't take much to intimidate the public, even while she wore something as erotic as her favorite latex suit. They knew better than to struggle against somebody like her. Especially since she had proven that she was dangerous, by using her tail to choke out one of the guards.

All while her Mistresses watched her from a distance. Just having them watch over her like this was divine. Ah, she could feel her nethers growing even wetter. So, so much wetter. Was she going to cum while robbing civilians blind..?

Of course she was. With a tender mewl, Kinky Kitten squatted down and showed her victims what it meant to be a true slutty kitten. Squirting and ruining her latex suit even more. All while licking her lips at the sight of everyone's fear. Her big, purple-colored lips that her Mistresses had helped her with.

She couldn't decide on who to grab. But she was sure of something. She was going to have a lot of fun helping her mistresses break in the next toy. And if she was a good girl and did a great job, then they were going to give her a really big reward...

Ehehe... To think she thought she'd be a hero... Being her mistresses' sexy and slutty kitten was so much better...