Catwoman - Her Pet Project https://altuniversetheater.deviantart.com/ When Catwoman awoke, she found herself blinking at a pink water bowl with "Pretty Kitty" printed on the side. "Nhhh ... " she groaned. A round hip jutted up from the way she laid on her side, sinuous legs shifting as she stirred. She propped herself onto an elbow, nose wrinkled with displeasure at her head ache, green eyes slowly looking around her surroundings. She saw bars, stainless steel and polished rather than the kind in jail cells. She could only see darkness outside the bars. There wasn't just a water bowl, but also a food bowl, and scattered on the carpet were different items like balls of string, a plush mouse with a bell on its neck, a feather attached to a string. In fact, set right in front of her was a plush kitty wearing a t shirt and a big grin, arms held out wide as if for a hug. "Rrr ... " Catwoman kicked at the stuffed animal and sat up. The kick knocked a bit of pink powder out of it, wafting up from where she kicked it and where it landed. "Oh ... fabulous," Catwoman curled her lip. She had been captured and put in a cell with an obvious motif. There was a giant sized "kitty castle" to one side of the cell, with scratching posts and little pockets to hide in. She was actually lying on a round kitty bed, more cat toys spread around her. Against the wall behind her was a giant sofa, proportionately the same size as a cat-sized Selina Kyle would be to a normal sofa. There was a toilet and a shower to one side, but there was also a litter box. Catwoman rolled her eyes, then raised her arms over her head and stretched. Her body was lithe, the grooves of her abdominals showing through the purple spandex, breasts pressing out as she arched like her namesake. With a fluid grace she rose from the floor, hands still over her head. "Mmmm ... " she rolled her hips side to side, clenching her eyes shut. Finally, she lowered her arms with a sigh. Some of the pink powder from the stuffed toy got in her face, and she swiped at it as she moved to the bars. It made her skin feel a bit flushed, but she ignored it. With Gotham's fare of flamboyant lunatics, she could think of a few characters that would lock her in a cell like this. But which one had she pissed off lately? The last thing Selina remembered was a heist from a hotel. She'd been quite proud of her plan; sneaking in as a dancer, creating a scene near the hotel's casino to allow her relatively easy access to the under-appreciated jewelry of Dawon the tigress. But before she could get through the protective glass, something had smacked into her leg and she felt a stabbing pain, followed by numbness. Then ... nothing. Selina rubbed the back of her thigh at the memory, then peered through the bars to see what was outside her cell. The bright lights in her "room" had bleached her vision and made it difficult to see in the darkness. She could make out a door frame against a blank wall, bare concrete floors. No windows, which meant probably underground, but other than that it could be anywhere. "Sometimes I hate this city," Catwoman growled, then called out louder, "Hey! I'm awake! Feel free to explain your evil plan or whatever! Or even better, let me out of here!" She peered around to find the cameras that were doubtlessly filming her, but she only found stupid stuffed animals and cat things. She thought about cutting some open to see if there were hidden cameras inside, lifting her hand to examine the retractable claws in her black opera gloves. Gone. Someone had known her well enough to remove them after she was captured. "Declawed and caged," Selina remarked, "NOT how I wanted to spend my weekend ... " She kicked the ball of string in annoyance and it left another puff of pink dust in the air, but the violence of the motion rattled a bell on her neck. Scowling, Selina lifted her chin and felt the little bell and the collar it was attached to, tracing it around under her hair in the back. "Crane? Maxi?" Catwoman called as she tried to work the buckle of the collar loose, "Tetch? If this is some kind of revenge thing, come out and we'll talk!" She fiddled with the collar, finding it wasn't really a buckle connecting it but something more like a clip with a button like a seat belt. She pushed it. Instantly electricity shocked through her and made her cry out as her back bowed, frozen in a rictus, muscles clenched uncontrollably. Unable to balance herself, teetered over and fell onto her side, shivering and shaking. When it finally stopped she gasped and went limp, panting raggedly. "Now, now," a playful female voice boomed through the empty room, "No playing with your training collar." Catwoman rolled onto her back, her breasts heaving, letting the aches in her body fade a bit. "My name is Meredith Gascony," the voice continued, "And I'm your new owner, pretty kitty!" Selina groaned as she sat herself up, her neck and back throbbing in particular. The name rang a bell. "Gascony," she started to rise, "As in ... Gascony Hotels." "AND the Gascony crime family, which I'm sure you knew. You stole from us once and you were about to steal from us tonight! Lucky thing I caught you and not one of my cousins!" "Yeah," Catwoman drawled, "I feel SO lucky." She stood back up and rubbed her neck, looking around her cell again. She still didn't see an obvious camera, so she began pacing around, checking the toys, in the seams of the kitty castle. "Well ... maaaaaybe it wasn't just luck," the voice hemmed, "I kind of knew you'd come and set a trap. Don't feel bad, though; it was REALLY hard. Way harder than the other times." Selina paused at looking under one of the massive sofa cushions. "You've done this before?" "Yeah," the voice replied, "Not with anyone like you, though." "Great ... " Giving up on finding a camera, she crossed her arms and looked in the general direction of the ceiling. "So, I'm here because I stole from your family and you want to teach me a lesson," Catwoman cocked her hip, "Listen, Meredith, I steal from everyone. I thought I already had an understanding with""" "Nope," Meredith cut her off, "Water under the bridge for the most part. Sure, dad probably gave the okay on this because he's still kind of pissed that you stole from him, but I'm doing this on my own. My ... pet project." Selina paused at that, looking around the room again. Organized crime didn't usually go for elaborate, flamboyant set ups like this. This smacked to her more like someone playing a game, wanting something besides torturing her to death. "You've done this before ... " Catwoman mused, " ... but not with someone like me." "It's a hobby of mine," the voice replied, "Actually, it's a passion. I'm always on the lookout for someone ... interesting. Not just pretty, but special. Actresses, starlets, some pro athletes, dancers, models, maybe a musician or two ... I capture them like butterflies and teach them the BEAUTY of submission." "You mean you kidnap them and brainwash them." "It has more to do with the body than the brain. Once I really know your body, your brain won't be far behind." Selina narrowed her eyes, her expression darkening. "You really don't want to play this game with me, sweetheart," she growled, "I've played it with better and more dangerous than you. If you let me go now, I'll still pay you back for wasting my time but I promise ... you'll get to keep both your eyes." There was a pause ... then laughter rang out over the intercom. "Oh, fun!" the voice bounced with mirth, "Most of my other playmates were bawling their eyes out and begging at this point! And you're actually threatening me! I mean, wow!" Catwoman smiled sweetly, eyes still narrowed, "Laugh while you can. You won't be having as much fun when I find you ... " "Actually, I'm looking forward to that ... " the voice responded. Making a note to make "Meredith Gascony" very sorry, Catwoman began a more serious appraisal of escape options. She didn't see a lock or a door in the bars, but they had to have an opening mechanism of some kind. "Okay, so now that we've been introduced: rules," the voice continued, "Rule 1, if you escape the premises, you win and you're free to go." "You won't have to worry about that," Catwoman looked to where the bars met the ceiling for a seam or mechanism, "Once I get out of this little cage, I'm coming for you." "Ooh, yes please!" the voice continued, "Rule 2, I won't watch you while you're in your room. Believe it or not there's no visual surveillance in there and you'll have plenty of privacy. Oh, I also haven't peaked under your mask, so your identity is safe ... for now." "How generous..." Catwoman knocked at one of the bars. It was something she had wondered about, but she wouldn't take this lunatic at her word. Yet another reason to make sure Meredith got a visit from the cat that came back. "Rule 3 ... " there was a pause, "Actually, rule 3 doesn't apply here, does it? Rule 4 is that when I win, I get you and pretty much everything you own, but that seems obvious." "I don't suppose the same is true if I win," Catwoman plucked at a toy dangling from the kitty castle. "And finally, your itinerary," the voice ignored her, "Our game has three stages. After stage three, I win. I own you. And you'll purr when I want you to, pretty kitty ... Understand?" "Golly, that was so much to remember ... " Selina spoke out of the side of her mouth, "What happens after the bit where I make you eat one of these stuffed animals?" "Okay, then! Let's get started with stage one ... " She was in the process of checking the flexibility of a wire on one of her "toys" when her collar chirped, spraying a pink mist into her face. "AGH! KAFF!" recoiling, she swiped at the sparkly dust that hung about her head. It stung her nose and eyes, even making her the skin of her face tingle. "That's a bit of concentrated erogenous powder, Catwoman," the voice giggled, "Think of it like catnip. The same stuff is in all your toys and furniture, though not quite as potent. Nice, isn't it?" She wasn't lying. While the other had made Selina's skin feel a bit warm and her heart race, this mixture took her breath away. When she moved, she was suddenly aware of the shift of spandex on her bare skin. She felt the thickness of the collar around her throat, rubbing gently when she swallowed. Eyes wide behind her violet cowl, Catwoman staggered back like she'd been struck, her heart pounding in her ears, even feeling her breath as it escaped. As she felt the soft, wet texture of her tongue on her lips, she began to see everything in a pinkish haze. "Wh-what the hell?!" Catwoman instinctively ran her fingers through her hair and almost gasped at the sensation. It felt delicious, like the most tantalizing brush of a soft feather. Gasping, her other hand glided through her hair before she knew what she was doing, gripping the soft black locks. Even pulling at her hair made her gasp, the tiny bit of pain making the pleasure even more pronounced. In a few seconds her entire body was throbbing and primed to the point that she was losing control. "Mmmm ... " the voice purred, "I wish I had cameras in there now. By the sound of things, I bet you're putting on quite a show ... Enjoy, my cuddly kitten ... " Barely able to think, Catwoman bit her lip and tried to resist whatever this was, brow pinching tight beneath her mask. Her body was humming with desperate longing. She wanted to touch and to be touched. She NEEDED it! Finally, she broke and placed a hand to her chest, then smoothed down. "Ohhh ... " the curvaceous thief mewled in ecstasy as her hand roamed over a round breast, cupping the soft bulb beneath the spandex. It was impossibly good, like she was feeling something plush and soft, while at the same time someone else was gently molding and squeezing her in a way she desperately needed. Selina Kyle had the sleek, powerful body of a gymnast, her curves shifting and undulating as she writhed. The purple spandex showed the grooves of taut muscles in her arms and shoulders, almost vacuum sealed over ripe breasts, the tips poking through noticeably. Slim and graceful at the waist, her hips and flanks flared out into almost alarming swells. The spandex was so snug that there was a noticeable groove between the globes behind her hips, allowing one to trace how the moons of her posterior became her thick, strong thighs. Selina's eyes rolled back and the next moment she fell, but hardly noticed other than to writhe her body into the carpet. With high pitched gasps of desperation, she arched and ground into the floor, almost pushing her mask off her face as she nuzzled and rubbed. When she let her hand slip between her thighs, she lost herself. ________________________________ Over what must have been a few days, Catwoman's plan to escape was hampered by regular dosing with the "catnip". Even when she was prepared for it she couldn't resist the effects. Her thoughts were washed away by waves of bliss, warm and dream-like. The only thing that was important was her body and how it felt, everything desperate to be touched ... but even that wasn't enough. No matter how she touched herself she was starved for more and more, a hunger nothing could satisfy. As desperate and wild as the drug made her, she was left with a deep sense of melancholy as the high faded. Invariably she came to her senses nuzzling her face against one of the toys, trying to get at the powder inside. When she was sober enough to prepare her escape, she felt a hollowness inside her, longing to be filled by the ecstasy that the drug gave her. She found her thoughts drifting towards her next dose, scrutinizing her toys and considering tearing one open to breathe in as much of the powder as she could. Selina knew enough about addictive drugs and their symptoms to understand what was happening. She pushed herself through the pangs of withdrawal by picturing what she was going to do to her captor when she got out of here. There were reasons Gotham's kooks stayed away from her and she was going to take her time explaining ALL of them to Meredith Gascony. In painstaking detail. Finally, everything was ready. One of the toys attached to the kitty castle was a coiled wire with a downy feather hanging off the end, the type that could be batted at and spring back up if a cat pulled at it. Selina had pulled the wire free and worked it straight. Using a mirror in her bath area, she fitted the wire into the connector of her collar, specifically around the wires feeding from the battery that had shocked her. Ignoring the desire to nuzzle against one of her toys for a pick-me-up, she made her way to her cell's gate. The four walls of bars were almost identical, except for one that had the mechanism to roll up like the portcullis of a castle. Naturally the controls for the gate were outside the cell, but the gears themselves were run by a small motor that was fortunately set at the outside base of the gate. Reaching through the bars, Catwoman attached the wire from her collar to the necessary circuit inside the motor. She then shimmied her hips to loosen up, then pressed the button to remove the collar. "NGH!" she cringed as she got part of the shock from the collar, but a good deal fed through the wire and into the motor. Like she'd hoped, the gate rose up in front of her. Immediately she rolled underneath and came to her feet on the other side, just before the circuit was broken and the gate crashed back down again. Selina glared back at her cell, then held the collar at arm's length, pinched disdainfully between thumb and forefinger. "Shoddy," she curled her lip, "Shouldn't have left me so many toys, Meredith ... " While the outside of the collar looked like any pink leather animal collar, the inside was intricate, a tapestry of electronics. There were small prongs that fed the debilitating shock into her neck and capsules containing more of the concentrated powder. It hadn't taken much to dose her and the capsules were still more than three fourths full. Selina had the momentary impulse to give herself just a little taste before she escaped ... Nose wrinkling at the direction of her own thoughts, Catwoman threw the collar side. It clattered across the bare concrete floor. "Oh, Meredith ... " her hips had a dangerous sway as she advanced towards the exit, "I think it's time we had a little chat ... " After checking that the door wasn't booby trapped, Catwoman stepped through into a long hallway. Pictures lined either wall it felt like walking through an art gallery. Though she was still looking for cameras and traps, Selina couldn't help but notice the subjects of the pictures. Each was a black and white photo of an attractive woman, kneeling and staring up at the camera with wide eyes. Some were naked, others scantily clothed in some sort of degrading costume, but all were looking at the camera with expressions of awe, guilelessly desiring approval. Selina recognized actresses, singers, most of whom were still active. She even recognized a couple of female MMA fighters. These were trophies, women Meredith had kidnapped and tamed. Selina stopped to look at one of a pale young woman with dark, very big eyes. The black and white photo highlighted shadows that formed around the curves of her naked body, lips parted with longing. Her languid posture spoke of submissiveness but a yearning for sensuality ... Catwoman knocked the picture off the wall with a snarl, the glass shattering when it fell to the floor. Selina glared down at it, her heart still pounding. That's what this crazy bitch wanted to do to her; make her another girl on her wall. There was a thrill at the thought but Selina shoved it away. Meredith Gacony was going to pay. No one did this to Catwoman. Her hips swayed as she continued down the hallway at a luxurious pace, reaching out to drag her fingers along the wall. Her violet painted lips lifted into a nasty grin as she "accidentally" pushed the next picture from where it hung. Then the next. "Whoopsies ... " crash, "Oh my ... " crash, "Sooo sorry ... " crash. She knocked every picture off the wall until it ended and she brushed through a curtain into a large, circular room. Catwoman paused upon entering. The floor was padded like a gymnasium and so were the walls, but a row of trunks encircled the room, the only gaps in them being the curtain behind her and another at the other end of the room. Selina scowled around at the ceiling and put her hands on her hips. There were lots of cameras in this room, one almost every ten feet of wall circumference, but no windows and only little vents that would be too small to climb through. Giving a last glare at the cameras, Selina walked to the other side of the room to brush aside the curtain. When she saw what was behind it, her face screwed up with incredulity: bare steel wall, no handle or even a seam for a door. She was just about to shout something in anger, when the room jolted and almost made her fall on her butt. With the deep clunking sounds of massive gears, the room rotated, the doorway she was standing by swiveling around towards where she'd come from. Selina wavered for balance for a moment, but then just put a hand against the wall to support herself. The room rotated a complete 180 before stopping with a bang, Selina wobbling but braced with her hand on the wall. A moment later there was a hiss before a metal door slammed down behind her, blocking the way she'd came, then a similar hiss at the far end of the room. She was just about to start towards that curtain when a figure brushed it aside. Selina didn't recognize the olive-complected woman grinning at her with eyes like smoldering coals, but when she spoke she recognized the voice. "Congratulations on your escape," Meredith put a hand to her hip, "I'm a bit disappointed. I expected you'd figure a way out of your cage at least a day ago ... one of the ways, at least. Was something distracting you?" Part of Catwoman wanted to run across the room and rip that smug grin off her face, but she'd been at this too long to indulge. She got even, not angry. Plus, how could she be angry when this simpleton just delivered herself on a platter? "Ah, the hotel manager," Selina swayed towards her, "So glad you came when called. I'd like to lodge a complaint ... " Meredith was about Selina's height with elegant curves of her own, the lights from above gleaming down on the shining skin of her bare shoulders and thighs. She wore a black leotard that in places had the gloss of pvc leather, but others were flexible mesh, wrestling shoes worn below with her dark hair tied back into a stern bun. "A complaint?" the kidnapper arched an eyebrow, "You were fed, offered privacy, entertainment ... I even gave you a few ways to escape." Catwoman stopped at that. "You meant for me to escape, hm?" her green eyes narrowed, "You're even dumber than I thought ... " "That was stage one," it was Meredith's turn to take a few steps closer, "This is stage two. Maybe my favorite stage ... I don't know, it's hard to pick. Honestly, not many get this far." "Really," Selina jutted her hip to one side and rested her hand there. "You would be amazed at how many actresses, the ones who play spies and tough types, who bravely shout political opinions at award shows? Too scared to leave their cell. Even when I open the gate for them." "Fascinating," Catwoman rolled her eyes to the ceiling, "So what happens now? What's stage two?" "Stage two is I take you to stage three," Meredith's lips warped like she was trying not to laugh, "And stage three is peeling that costume off your body, tying you up, and playing with you until I drive all the defiant thoughts right out of your pretty little head." Selina's heart skipped at that and she glared to cover it up. "Right ... " She clenched her fists, "I pick door number two: knocking your teeth out and making you wear them like a pearl necklace." "That's kind of the idea, pretty kitty," Meredith grinned. Catwoman shot toward her and lashed out with a punch that Meredith turned aside, before ducking back from a follow up spinning kick that would have taken her head off. Grinning gleefully, Meredith snapped a kick of her own in return but Catwoman swept it aside and counter struck in the same graceful maneuver. The feline thief seemed to fight chaotically, swiping and coiling before springing in explosive gymnastic kicks that came out of nowhere. She found odd angles and folded in impossible directions, but always landed neatly without losing her balance for a second. Despite all of this, Selina had to admit Meredith was very good. She continually pressed but never left herself open, not matching her own gymnastic maneuvers but countering with sharp, powerful strikes, forcing Catwoman to dance out of the way to keep from being cornered. "You ... " Meredith hissed, "Are SO much fun ... I can't wait until you're on your back ... " "After I'm done with you ... " Catwoman growled, "I'm going to rob your entire family blind ... " "That ... or ... " Meredith's eyes twinkled, "You'll be enjoying a healthy dose of your catnip while I strip your helpless body naked ... " Selina's heart lurched as that image crossed her mind. She stumbled half a step, losing focus for a split second. It was all Meredith needed. A spinning kick caught Catwoman in the side of the head and she fell hard. "UNGH!" her graceful body was turned by the blow and sprawled flat on her stomach, chin bouncing off the mat. Selina blinked hard then shook her head, stunned. What the hell was that?! Meredith chuckled, a purring sound in her throat, then nudged her opponent's hip with her toe as she lay there. "You know ... after I finish taming you, I might just retire," Meredith traced her toe playfully down Catwoman's thigh, "All those other girls were fun, but I had to let them go after a while. People start to ask questions when a super model goes missing for more than a few days. You, though ... " Selina snarled and swiped the foot away, then did something like a cartwheel back to her feet, whipping a kick towards Meredith's face on the way. The move was spectacular and graceful, but the grinning kidnapper saw it coming. "I'm going to be keeping you," Meredith ran her tongue over her teeth as she stepped back from the kick, "I'm going to become acquainted with every part of your body ... taste every inch of you ... " Heart thudding, Selina lunged with a pair of palm strikes, but in her anger left herself open to a counter blow that snapped her head back. The cat tottered clumsily and was struck with a follow up to the solar plexus that stiffened her and made her hands drop. Gasping as her breath was knocked out, the felonious feline was a sitting duck for a hard shot to the jaw that knocked her on her back. "UFF!" Selina's head bounced off the mat and she lay still for a moment, her breasts heaving. "I'm winning, Catwoman," Meredith strolled around her, "I'm going to dominate you and tame you. And after I do, how do I step up from there? I mean, who's my next challenge? Wonder Woman?" Catwoman clenched her eyes shut as the room spun, then forced them open again. This was not going well. Her usual tactic was to distract with her sensuality, get into her opponent's head and take advantage of their hesitation. Technique-wise she was on par with highly trained martial artists, but what allowed her to win was her ability to win the fight in her opponent's mind. But now Meredith was in HER head, beating her at her own game. "Retirement might be fun ... " Meredith sighed, stroking at Selina's cheek with her toe, "Enjoying my pet whenever I like ... really taking the time to see what makes you whimper and squirm ... " Meredith chuckled again as Selina shoved the foot out of her face, rolling over to climb slowly to her feet. Selina snapped a punch, but she was slower than she had been when they started. Meredith disdainfully slapped it away, then instantly snapped her opponent's head back. The blow stung and Catwoman lunged to retaliate, but Meredith stepped to the side and hit her hard in the temple as she went past. Catwoman's grace was gone. Unable to stop her forward momentum, she fell to all fours, barely managing to catch herself. Eyeing the interesting way Selina's purple clad bottom was positioned, Meredith leaned down to trace a finger around one side. Catwoman's eyes widened and she stiffened at the touch. "Mmmm ... you're pretty squirmy already ... " Selina crawled a few paces, then threw herself into a forward roll. She grunted with effort and came unsteadily to her feet, the maneuver no longer effortless. Once up, she turned to face her opponent but didn't attack, needing time to recover. Teeth bared, the curvy thief fell back from Meredith. The drug was still in her system, distracting her. She would have to change how this fight was going or the grinning dominatrix would actually beat her. Meredith followed casually as Selina retreated, in no hurry to catch her. "You know, you haven't asked about the trunks," the olive-skinned brunette said, "You might want to look inside them. Some of them have weapons. I think your whip and claws might even be in one ... " Selina flicked her eyes towards the trunks and back again. There had to be at least 50 of them in a big ring around the room. Having any kind of weapon might be what she needed to even the odds, but if she had learned anything so far it was that her kidnapper had set all this up intentionally. In the trunks she might find a weapon, or she might get hit with a tranquilizer dart from a booby trap. It was a rigged game that Meredith had played many times. If she stuck to the script, she'd wind up having her naked, kneeling photo hung up in that hall of trophies. If she was going to win this game, she'd have to cheat. "A-actually ... " she circled away from the crime family princess, "Something did just occur to me." "Oh?" Meredith swaggered after her, eyes smoldering, "What's that, pet?" Catwoman looked past the sultry kidnapper for a moment. The curtain with the sealed door was there, which meant the opposite was to her six o'clock. "Oh ... " she gave Meredith a devilish grin, "Just that I don't have to beat you to win ... " Not waiting to see if the olive-skin woman understood, Catwoman turned and ran straight for the open doorway behind her. Meredith cursed and just before Selina reached the curtain, she heard the hiss of the door preparing to close. With a wild cry, she dove and slid on her hip under the doorway. When it banged shut, Selina was so close the door almost pinched one of the cat ears on her cowl. Scrambling to her feet, Catwoman cackled as she ran down the short hallway. At the end was a taller set of stairs that she immediately began to climb. She was still woozy from the beating she received so far, but when you were used to leaping across rooftops a flight of stairs was hardly intimidating. At the top was a door without a handle, but there was chain hanging from the ceiling like the kind one would see on an antique toilet. She pulled it and there was a loud clacking sound before the door slid open. As she stepped through, she heard the hiss of the door at the bottom of the stairs. Selina found herself in a palatial room, classically decorated with antiques, lacquered floors, tall windows, opening into a larger mansion beyond. The doorway behind her had been hidden behind an impressionist painting of a Greek goddess, the frame having slid up to allow the door to open. Immediately she saw numerous things she'd like to steal, as well as numerous escape routes. She could also hear Meredith pounding up the steps after her. She could run, come back to pay a visit and show this woman why guys like Two-face didn't cross her. Or she could cut straight to it. She grabbed a bronze statue off a nearby table and smashed out one of the windows, but she didn't leap out to make her escape. Instead she hid beside the doorway and waited for Meredith to come through. She listened to the footsteps, then swung the bronze statue just before the olive-skinned kidnapper came into the room. Meredith took the statue's metal base full in the chest the instant she appeared. She grunted, knocked back through the doorway, then let out a sudden cry of fright. Selina found the banging, crashing, and cries of pain as Meredith fell down those stairs immensely satisfying. Tossing the statue aside, she peered around the doorway just in time to see her kidnapper tumble down the last few steps. Meredith sprawled at the bottom, lying on her stomach. "Oh ... " Catwoman crooned, "That looked like it hurt. I hope you didn't break every bone in your body ... " Meredith lay still, groaning into the floor as Selina swaggered down the steps. She let her hips swing side to side like a bell, eating up her foe's obvious pain. Meredith's bun looked a bit frayed now, pulled out in places, and she had a nasty red mark on her shoulder. All in all, the kidnapper seemed to have taken the fall fairly well. She began climbing to all fours as Selina made her way to the bottom of the staircase. The vindictive thief kicked Meredith in the chin just as she started to get up, knocking her to her back. She banged her head on the floor and grimaced in pain. "You should have stuck with singers and actresses, darling," Catwoman said sweetly, "Let me tell you why ... " Clutching one arm to her side, Meredith tried to sit up, but Selina stood over her and shoved her back down with a foot to her shoulder. "I didn't say get up," Catwoman narrowed her eyes. The olive-skinned kidnapper stared up at her defiantly, eyes filled with something hot and intense. "As I was saying ... " Catwoman leaned into what she hoped was Meredith's dislocated shoulder, "I'm going to show you the difference between someone who plays the game ... and lives the game. I warned you ... " She paused. Meredith was still staring at her with those smoldering eyes, but now she was grinning. "Don't tell me you're a masochist ... " Selina drawled. "No, no ... " Meredith chuckled, "I'm just imagining how different those pretty green eyes will look when you realize I'm taking your mask off ... " Scowling, Catwoman reached down to drag her to her feet. She had just gotten a handful of the leotard, when the hand seemingly hugging Meredith's arm whipped around aiming a small bottle. Before Selina could react, she took two sprays of pink mist to the face. She recoiled instinctively and knocked the spritzer from Meredith's hand with an angry cry. Too late; her body was already beginning to throb, her heart skipping, skin tingling. Selina gaped at her kidnapper in horror as her breathing became heavy and passionate, a desperate yearning threatening to wash away every other thought in her mind. She began to see things through a familiar pink haze ... "No!" she shrieked, lunging at Meredith, trying to put her hands around the woman's throat. Her wrists were caught, feet planted into her stomach. Selina caught a glimpse of a smoldering grin before she was shoved back into the steps. Through the ecstasy of her drugged haze, she didn't feel much pain banging into the stairs. The edges of the steps nudged into her back and shoulders and she wanted to grind against them ... "Nhhh ... " Selina forced herself away from them, staggering back up. Meredith was already back to her feet. Wanting nothing more than to lie down and bask in this wonderful feeling, Catwoman forced herself to glare and swung a punch. Her body didn't want to obey and the blow was half-hearted and slow, easily caught and held. The punch to the stomach she received in return drove the air from her lungs. It didn't hurt much either, but the strength in Selina's body bled away and she sank to her knees. Meredith reached down to grab a handful of black hair, then pulled Selina's head back, making the shocked thief look up at her. "I warned you ... " the olive-skinned kidnapper grinned crookedly, "Once I have your body, your mind will follow ... " Gripping Selina's hair tightly, the triumphant villainess leaned down and forced her mouth to her prey's, devouring it. "MMHH!" Catwoman's green eyes widened and she grabbed at her attacker with her free hand, not knowing whether it was to shove her away or pull her closer. Meredith held her by the hair so she couldn't turn away, her lips mashing into Selina's and tongue plunging in her mouth, flicking and feeling. She nuzzled deeply, occasionally sucking on a lip before tangling her tongue with Selina's, wrestling it down, dominating, the breath of her nose hissing out sharply. Selina knew she should fight it, shove her away or even bite her ... but it was simply the most amazing thing she'd ever felt. She knew she was losing herself again and when she did she'd be at Meredith's mercy, but not only did she not want it to stop ... she wanted more. "Mrhh ... " the dangerous thief known as Catwoman whimpered a little protest, then her eyes rolled back and closed. She melted into the kiss with a purr and began nuzzling back, feeling her kidnapper's wet mouth and soft lips with her own. As soon as Meredith felt her begin kissing back, she broke away with a sigh of satisfaction. She still held Catwoman's wrist, but it was hanging limp, the sultry thief lifting her head up to blink up at her with drowsy confusion. Catwoman was all but gone into the haze of the drug now, green eyes big and innocent, wondering why the wonderful kissing had stopped. Letting go of her wrist, Meredith took the dazed Catwoman by the front of her spandex costume and pulled her up to unsteady feet, her hips wobbly and swaying. The sexy cat burglar's eyes were so dilated the greens were almost entirely black, reminding Meredith of Felix the cat. Still holding her steady with one hand, Meredith stroked her cheek with the other hand. Catwoman's eyes closed and she nuzzled into the hand, longing for more of the touch. "Oh, pretty kitty ... " Meredith cooed, "You really should have looked in the trunks. You might have found something you needed ... " Catwoman's eyes were closed, still trying to nuzzle at Meredith's hand as she pulled it back, took careful aim, then smashed her fist into the helpless thief's chin. The infamous Catwoman sprawled back onto the stairs, her body bouncing from the impact. She slipped bonelessly down a few steps before coming to a stop, cradled and partially sat up by the staircase. Her eyes were closed, head lolled towards her shoulder, not moving other than the heaving of her breasts. She didn't get up. Meredith's coal-black eyes scoured over the once uncanny thief, eyeing the way her chest was pressed out, back being prodded by a step. She had excellent breasts, the round shapes looking painted over by the violet spandex. It was almost super heroic how she maintained such swelling curves while still being so muscular and graceful. Stepping forward, she crawled up a few steps then sat herself in Catwoman's lap. She ran both palms up the violet clad chest, feeling the sleek, relaxed muscles and the much more pliable breasts. When she cupped beneath them and squeezed, Catwoman's body arched slightly, her eyelashes fluttering. "Mmmmm ... " Meredith purred, "You may be in dreamland, but your body knows what's happening ... " She kneaded her prey's breasts for a moment, watching her face. Catwoman's face was partially turned away, but Meredith could see her expression was troubled, brow furrowed down like a little girl having a bad dream. Meredith gave her cheek a couple of firm pats to see if she'd wake up. The eyebrows tensed for a moment, but she continued sleeping peacefully. "Maybe I got a little too excited," the kidnapper turned her captive's chin towards her, "I wanted to see those green eyes when I unmasked you." She wiggled Catwoman's chin. Her head lolled about limply. "Hmm ... " Meredith grinned, "I'll give it to a count of ten ... then I guess I'll just have to see who's under that mask, whether you're awake to enjoy it with me or not ... " She tickled her fingers along the unconscious thief's neck, then reached up to stroke one of the kitty ears on top of her cowl. "1 ... 2 ... " she plucked and played with the fake ear, "3 ... 4 ... " Meredith's grin only grew as the seconds ticked by and Catwoman stayed still, making no protest. She took her time counting, stroking and petting the thief like a sleepy kitten. "8 ... 9 ... " Meredith paused for a few seconds before finally saying, "10!" She smiled down at Catwoman expectantly. The thief didn't stir, eyes closed, lips pursed as she breathed deep and even. "Hmm ... " the kidnapper sighed sadly, "Sorry, kitten. I gave you every chance." Reaching under her head, Meredith cradled it up off the steps then hooked her thumb and forefinger into the cowl's eyeholes to pull it back. It came free easily, almost anticlimactically. The eyeholes shifted up, through her hair, the mask crumpling as it drew back across her brow. Finally, she pulled it loose so it dangled back like deflated balloon. Petting some of the unconscious thief's hair back over her forehead, Meredith took a moment to inspect the pretty face. Classical features, pouty lips with slender eyebrows, large eyes and long lashes, pronounced cheek bones, strong and lovely ... "Selina Kyle ... " Meredith giggled, "Never would have thought an animal activist do-gooder like you was a world-famous thief. I guess now I know why you always look so good in those charity gala dresses ... " Meredith took Selina's wrists and when she stood up, she pulled the limp thief with her. With a practiced motion, she ducked down when her unconscious prey slumped forward, catching her over a shoulder. She still had to give her bundle a bounce to get her comfortably in place, but it only took a few seconds to get the helpless Catwoman draped over her shoulder like a sack of meal. Knowing her prey was now hers, Meridith enjoyed letting her hand slip up a thigh, then feel around on the defeated woman's protruding butt. "That's stage two ... " the villainess gave Catwoman's bottom a friendly pat, "Now let's get you to stage three ... " ________________________________ "MMMMH! MRRRRHHH!" Selina's gleaming body flexed and arched as she gasped raggedly. Stripped entirely naked, the feline thief was kneeling with her legs spread, straps buckled behind her knees that locked her to the floor, her arms pulled into a Y by chains suspended from the ceiling. A medical mask attached to a tank had been placed over her mouth and nose, muffling her cries and giving her a constant dose of "catnip". Her body shined with sweat, curly mane of black hair soaked and sticking to her bare neck and back, her body aching and exhausted, all from her own struggles. The chains jangled when she bucked, her bare breasts bouncing, but no matter how she moved she couldn't touch herself. And her body needed it so badly. "MRRRMMHH!" the formerly sassy, dry witted wailed, arching up again as her torturer dragged a soft feather along the groove between the muscles of her back. The touch was just enough to tantalize, tease her desperate body, a whisper along her enflamed skin when she needed to be squeezed and grasped. Meredith couldn't help but chuckled at the display. She traced the feather up Selina's back and she let out long moan of longing, her shoulder blades pinching together and chest thrusting out ... only to sag with a whimper when the feather slipped away. Then she traced the feather back down towards the thief's bare bottom and Selina arched up again. She'd been doing this to Catwoman for days and it had never gotten old. She knew how hellish it must be, to be starving for touch and being denied, being toyed with and stroked. The thief had started off glaring at her and cursing, occasionally showing bouts of spirit, but not within the last few days. Now she just whimpered and begged. She stroked the feather across Selina's shoulders and watched them tense, the lean shapes flexing, then strolled around to her captive's front. "If you want to be touched," Meredith said cheerily, "You're going to have to beg, Selina. And you'll have to make me believe it." The feather tickled down Selina's chest, between her heaving breasts, then around and underneath. "NNNHHH!" the humbled thief twisted as the feather drove her mad, "MMMHH!" She tickled the feather around a nipple, then drew it up her throat and under her chin Selina arched up and jade green eyes stared up desperately into gleaming blacks. The look in Selina's eyes was pleading and guileless, but it wasn't quite what her captor was looking for. Meredith had broken many women and she knew what it would look like when Catwoman completely surrendered. "I want everything from you, Selina," Meredith stroked the feather down her side and over her hip, "I don't just want you to beg and do what I say; I want everything you are, everything you ever will be." She stroked the feather along her captive's neck and Selina let out a pitiful moan. "Don't think this is your fault, little kitten," Meredith cooed, "You can't decide when to break. It's a subconscious thing and will happen when it happens. We can just take our time ... " "PLLLMM!" the naked thief wailed. "I know, I know ... " Meredith stroked the feather downward, over Selina's tummy, "Don't worry, it'll happen. It happens to everyone eventually. Catwoman is no exception at all ... " She stroked the feather lower, along the V shaped muscles at Selina's hips, tracing inwards. Lower, between her legs. "MMM-MMMH!" the curvaceous criminal thrust her bottom back as the feather caressed over her most sensitive place, eyes clenching tight. When she opened her eyes again, the jade greens were shining like jewels, tired and pitiful, staring up at Meredith and abjectly begging. They weren't desperate or afraid, just looking to Meredith as her only salvation, knowing this would go on as long as her mistress wanted and there was nothing she could do but hope. Meredith stopped. "There it is ... " She ran her fingers through Selina's thick mane of dark hair and the broken woman shuddered with pleasure and relief, closing her eyes and trying to nuzzle into the hand. "Good girl, Selina ... " Meredith sank down in front of her, "That's a good little kitten ... you're done with stage 3 now ... " Her cupped to Selina's cheek and she let the slave girl nuzzle into it, whimpering like a puppy. While Selina nuzzled, Meredith slipped her hand over the former Catwoman's hip, feeling over the back to the plush heart shape. Selina nudged her butt insistently back into the hand as it felt around, smoothing from one side across the gap to the other. Jade eyes opened and stared gratefully at Meredith, more than loving ... worshipful. "This is just the start ... " Meredith squeezed, "You have lots of training ahead of you. But for now, I think you deserve a little reward, hm?" Still holding Selina's bottom, the other hand slid down between her legs and found what she needed most. Selina lost herself ... and she knew when she found herself again, she wouldn't be the person she was. "So much for Catwoman ... " Meredith sighed, "I wonder ... who next?"