Into the Cat's Lair

Switched genders

Tom drew his sidearm from his hip as he peered through the darkness down the
long alleyway. He had received an anonymous tip that the notorious cat
burglar's hideout was located somewhere in the area. He had patrolled the
streets for hours, searching for any trace of the criminal but had not had any
luck so far. But the young police detective was confident that he was in the
right place now.

Moving forward, he tiptoed down the narrow alleyway around garbage and puddles
of water, trying not to make too much noise against the wet pavement. Finally
reaching the end of the long corridor, Tom noticed that he had come to a dead
end. Well, so much for that idea!

As the man started to turn around, he noticed a slither of light coming from
underneath the brick wall. What do we have here? Pulling out his flashlight,
Tom smiled as he examined the side of the building. Putting both hands on the
wall, he pushed as hard as he could. As he suspected, a portion of the
building gave way and he found himself standing at the entrance of the cat
burglar's lair. "Got ya!" he muttered as he gazed down the long staircase in
front of him.

Raising his pistol back up in front of his muscular chest, he crept down the
dimly lit stairwell. He shivered as the cold air swept around him. Gusts of
air blew up from the bottom of the tunnel, sending the man's dirty blonde hair
in every direction. The police officer continued deeper and deeper
underground, the stairs seeming like they would never end. Finally, he could
see brighter lights as he reached the bottom. In front of him was a large blue
curtain.

Sneaking up to the partition, he stuck his head through the velvet drapes to
see what was on the other side. Tom smiled as he looked upon the lair of the
cat burglar. Moving all the way through the curtains he crept along the
concrete floor, again trying not to make too much of a sound wit his shoes.
Moving to the corner of the chamber, he saw a chest full of stolen jewelry the
criminal had accumulated over the past six months. The man shook his head with
a wry smile on his face. He knew at long last he had caught the infamous jewel
thief.

Basking in his achievement, Tom never heard the quiet footsteps coming from
behind him. Before he had time to react, a white cloth was pulled over his
face and pressed firmly against his nose and mouth. "Hummpph?!"

"I don't recall sending you an invitation Detective," came a throaty voice
from behind the male as the masked woman whispered into his ear. The criminal,
clad in her black leather cat-suit, pulled the man's head back against her
shoulder as she wrapped her other arm around his waist seized his wrist
holding the gun. "What a pleasant surprise!"

"Mmmpphh!" Tom struggled in his assailant's arms. He recognized the sweet
smell of chloroform as his head started spinning. He tried to pull the woman
off of him, but the criminal was quite strong and he was losing strength by
the second.

"Why don't you put that toy down, Tom?" offered the cat burglar as she
tightened her grip on her gorgeous captive. "We wouldn't want anybody getting
hurt, now would we?"

"Mmmmmm ... " Tom's moans began to grow weaker as the chemical was starting to
take full effect now. Losing the feeling in his upper limbs, he dropped his
sidearm onto the floor. His eyelids were getting heavy as he felt the excited
breath of the criminal against his neck. The man's legs buckled as he was
lowered to the floor. On his knees, the officer's blue eyes rolled up into the
back of his head. With one last breath, his head fell to the side as he
slipped out of consciousness.

"That's a good boy," purred the cat burglar as she laid her victim on the cold
concrete floor. Standing back up, she threw her chloroform soaked cloth down
beside the sleeping male. She licked her lips as her eyes moved up and down
the man's athletic figure. "Now comes the fun part!"

Kneeling beside the man she violently ripped his blue blouse apart, sending
buttons flying in every direction. The criminal smiled as she looked at the
man's muscular upper body. Reaching down to his waist, she unzipped the police
officer's black pants and slid it down his legs, revealing the Calvin Klein
boxershort he was wearing underneath. "My, my ... you sure look in shape. This
will be fun."

Tossing the black pants across the room, the masked woman turned her attention
to the captive's feet. "I really do love those shoes you're wearing. I'll have
to add them to my collection seeing as how you won't be needing them anymore."
Slipping the black shoes off of Tom, she admired the young man's bare feet.
"And these look good enough to eat!" Picking his right leg up off the floor,
the cat burglar began to suck on the man's toes one by one. Lifting the leg up
even higher, the captor licked the wrinkled soles of the sleeping detective,
moving her moist tongue all the way from the heel to the ball of his foot like
a cat lapping milk from a saucer.

After satisfying her appetite, the masked criminal stood up and smiled as she
watched the man sleep quietly. "Well, let's get you into a more vulnerable
position!" Picking up the guy from underneath his arms, she slowly dragged her
across the concrete deeper into her lair.

The cat burglar bit her lower lip as she backed away from her new pet. "That
should hold you," she muttered to herself as she ran her eyes up and down the
guy's glowing body.

The young cop was still unconscious as his head hung towards the floor. He was
standing with his arms pulled over his head, his outstretched body in the
shape of a 'Y'. Both of his wrists were fastened with a black leather cuff.
Chains running from the ceiling of the underground lair were attached to the
cuffs, holding the man in position. Black leather straps had been tightly
fastened around his ankles, calves and thighs, locking them securely together.
Last but not least, a beige terry cloth rag had been tied around his head,
gagging him, a huge knot placed conveniently at him mouth to keep anything
from coming out except drool and muffled pleas for help.

Looking at the clock on the wall, the masked woman impatiently waited for her
captive to wake up. Finally, she noticed the guy's head start to bob. "Are we
finally waking up from our nap, my cute pet?"

Tom blinked his eyes as he lifted his head up and tried to look around. The
guy's neck was killing him from having his head hanging down over his body for
so long. As his vision came back to him, he saw his rival standing in front of
him with an evil smile on her face. "Whammmppph?!" He looked up at his hands
that were pulled above his head, tugging at the chains with as much force as
he could muster. There was no slack in the restraints whatsoever. No chance of
slipping his hands through the leather cuffs.

"I was hoping you would wake up before I had to leave," said the woman as she
walked over to the struggling police officer. "I'm afraid I have a date with a
valuable pair of diamonds tonight." She ran her gloved hands over the guy's
smooth skin, starting at his hips and moving up his chiseled abdomen. Leaning
in she started to caress Tom's muscular chest with her pink lips, purring as
she teasingly bit down on his right nipple.

"Gemmm mmhhfff!" growled the guy as he shook his head in displeasure.

"But don't worry," purred the thief as she leaned in close to the guy's ear.
Her voice dropped to a whisper as she reached down and squeezed the guy's
dick, teasingly stroking it to an erection. "I'll be back later to play."

"Grrrmmmph!" Tom grunted in frustration as he objected to the woman playing
with his dick.

"Be good!" Planting a wet kiss on the guy's forehead, the cat burglar
sauntered across the room and disappeared through the blue curtains.

Tom continued to struggle as he stood alone in the lair of the notorious
criminal. Suddenly the lights went out, leaving him in complete darkness. He
whimpered into his gag as he could do nothing but wait for her new owner
return.