Strangler Vs Black Cat by throatliftloverv2 on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

DISCLAIMER:
I do not own Black Cat, she belongs to Marvel.
I do not own King Pin, he belongs to Marvel.
I do not own Ser Gregor, he belongs to HBO.
I do not own Tony Stark, he belongs to Marvel.
My only property is Strangler.

SEXUAL REFERENCES INCLUDED.

Black Cat was on her way up to King Pin in his tower. She had some unfinished business with him and she was willing to get it done now. His guards to the tower were like nothing to her, she knocked them out with ease. But now, she was focused on King Pin, she was willing to kill him. However, she was calm and composed as usual, so any minor inconvenience shouldn’t be a problem to her.

When the elevator reached the top, the doors opened and out she stepped in her slick, black, skintight catsuit, beautiful mask and her signature choker. Her suit really complimented her breasts, made her job much easier most of the time, but little did she know it wouldn’t cut it this time around.

She walked towards him as he sat at his desk, looking right at her. “King Pin,” she shouted across the room. “I’m not quite done with you yet.” He looked at her with a smirk on his face. “Black Cat,” he replied with a smug expression. “How kind of you to visit me. What a coincidence that I’ve just had another visitor come in just before you.” He turned his head to the dark side of the room, making Felicia turn hers too. A man she’s never seen before stepped out from the shadows, and although they’ve never met, she seemed intimidated. His tall figure scared her the most, not the outfit quite as much.

“I’d like you to meet the strangler,” King Pin said to her. “He’s new to the scene, but very promising. I also admire his killing technique.”
“The strangler?” Black Cat said, now looking up and down him in a very different way than before. “Let’s get to know each other.” She now stepped towards him in an awfully seductive catwalk. She had a small grin on her face as she looked at him.

He may have been new, but he was well trained. He kept his professionalism and stood silent, looking at her arousing way of walking towards him. But because he was new, he was never gonna be ready for the real thing. His dick started to rise in his pants.

Black Cat finally got to him and looked at the eyes on his mask while biting her bottom lip. “You know,” she began to explain while feeling his muscular chest. “There’s a reason behind my choker. It’s not a symbol of a cat or some dumb shit like that, it’s because I like to be...strangled. I prefer the term choked, though.” Her hand then returned to her own throat to take the choker off. Her neck was bare, ready for the taking, but his first assignment was gonna be hard. She wanted to be strangled, and he had to strangle her hard enough for her to not like it.

Felicia dropped the choker to the ground and slowly took his hand. She then placed it on her own throat, while rolling back her eyes and sticking out her tongue as a way of turning him on probably. It was working a little, making his cock rise further, but that wasn’t going to stop him from doing his job. He didn’t, however, mind in making this somewhat pleasurable for himself.

“Squeeze it,” Black Cat said, urging him to choke her. “Show me what you got.” The Strangler now began to slowly squeeze, letting out some moans from the heroine. King Pin watched on himself as she was pleasured, effectively beginning to masturbate himself. The heroine looked at him sexually, clearly liking this.

She then got down onto her knees, saying, “Lift me up with that strength of yours.” He did just as she commanded. His grip lifted her back onto her feet, tightening his grip a little as he did. This made the heroine gag a little, but that still made her happy. Her hands were on his arm to make it seem more like she was being choked against her will. Now the fun begins for him.

The Strangler places a second hand on her throat. “Getting freaky now are we?” Black Cat said. “I like i...CKKK!” She gagged hard when he tightened his grip further. The space in her throat decreased greatly, his intent was now on doing his job and having his own fun. Her eyes widened a little and her grin turned into a slight frown of confusion. Her hands were now beginning to resist a little from the lack of air. “Should’ve kept to the choker it seems,” The Strangler said, holding her in his tight grip. God, he’s always wanted to say that to a real heroine at his hands.

Her legs began to struggle a little too, with her eyes going wide in surprise. At both the strength of the choking and the rapid change in intent. She now wanted to get out of being choked, probably a first in her life. Her gags and minor gasps were turning him on further, but he wasn’t stopping there.

He lifted her onto her very tiptoes, causing them to slip and making her gag every time it happened. Her pain filled expression was fuelling his desire, to watch the sexy girl in latex get choked. Now onto the fun part.

He suddenly lifted her high into the air with both hands, making her instantly gag loudly. That was all she was now limited too, since the throatlift now choked her to the point where there was no space in her throat. Her legs kicked downwards and sideways in desperation of getting out of this deadly chokehold. Her prying was extremely desperate and her expression was one of horror and pain.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know his own strength yet. His Throatlift was strong enough to choke her to death within seconds. Her reactions of panic and desperation were soon stopped, with her arms and legs flopping down as well as her head. The look of her lifeless face was lovely, but she looked better alive. He dropped her corpse and admired it. Black Cat has just been choked out by the Strangler, what a way to start his job.

King Pin got out of his seat, zipping up his pants as he did so. “Well well well,” he said, approaching him with a mysterious device. “Lovely job. Couldn’t stop looking at it. I think you’re really good at this, and I think others will say the same. Here.” He hands him the device which looks slightly familiar. “Courtesy of Tony Stark. A time traveller. Stole it from him earlier, but now I have no use for it. Someone as effective as Ser Gregor from Game of Thrones deserves it more, that’s why I’m giving it to you. So, is there anyone you wanna choke out?”

“Yes,” he replies. He then sets the date 2010. “A certain someone called Natasha Romanoff.”