Trying out some new filters with a feline femme. I got carried away with the length of the story again. I can’t help myself.
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‘There you are,’ spied Catwoman, identifying the coveted piece of jewelery through the twilit swamp trees.
A gnarly gang of backcountry brutes had taken up amateur thievery, and had surprisingly relieved a wealthy Gotham City couple of their collection of precious gems. What they didn’t know was that the pair of elites they had just robbed were criminals themselves, and had in their possession a stolen diamond necklace valued in dollars at tens of millions. The prized piece was lifted during the infamous “Antwerp Diamond Heist” decades before, and naturally found its way to Gotham, one of the most corrupt cities on earth.
Decked out in a sexy, sleek, black bodysuit with sensory enhancing tech including night vision eyewear and cat-eared headband antennae, Selina Kyle’s alter ego, Catwoman clearly regarded the sparkling diamonds at a safe distance from the treasure hunters’ Slaughter Swamp hideout. The thugs were carelessly admiring their loot out in the open, laughing and bragging loudly about their pillage. Selina licked her lips as the sparkle from the shiny gemstones affixed to the necklace flirted with her eyes, even from dozens of meters away.
‘Who tipped you guys off? Who’s been propping you?’ she wondered in a whisper, curious about how this unprofessional lot had managed to pull off such a high profile job.
‘CLICK…’
The sound of a Glock 19’s hammer cocking froze Selina to the spot. ‘It was all me, kitten,’ admitted Sugar Daddy, aiming his pistol at the crouched kitty, ‘Nice and easy, princess. Hands way up.’ Two more stealthy swamp prowlers flanked the gun-toting crime boss. ‘Put her to sleep and take her to see Chef,’ instructed Sugar Daddy, as one of the men produced a rag and bottle of presumably ether. The second thug removed the Selina’s bull whip while the first doused the soiled fabric and applied it to the captured Catwoman’s face. After a brief struggle Selena’s eye lids fluttered, and she dropped into an involuntary cat-nap…
Selina slowly awoke to the sound of a creaky cabin door opening. She glanced down at the table she had been fastened to; she was bent over and spread-eagle; gagged with awful tasting linen; handcuffs locked her arms to table legs in separate corners; her ankles were each tied tightly to the other table legs underneath the large wooden, alter-like table top. A giant, hideous man in a white apron approached the confined Catwoman in the dimly lit room, holding a bucket and sneering. ‘Well, well. Hello, sexy kitty cat,’ he spewed, eyeing up the vulnerable girl’s exposed rear end. The monstrous man Selina assumed was “Chef” helped himself to a handful of cat ass as he dropped the bucket labeled ‘LARD’ on the table.
Selina gasped through her gag cloth as gigantic hands aggressively groped her legs and slapped her ass; wandering fat fingers poked and prodded around pervily under her tights. She could feel an enormous erection pressing against the inside of her thighs, hard as a rock and throbbing disturbingly against her soft legs. Chef spat a gnarled toothpick onto the floor, produced his colossal penis, dipped his predatory paw in the lard and applied a double dollop of cooking fat to his menacing member. ‘Mmmm..There you go sweetheart, Chef’s all nice and slippery for ya,’ assured the creepy cook, stroking himself thoroughly with one hand, while the other squeezed Selina’s supple buttocks, ‘But I won’t lie, baby girl; it’s still gonna hurt.’ Selina whimpered helplessly at the sight of her captor’s unsettlingly massive organ. She hopelessly deduced that there was no way that thing was going to fit inside her without inflicting intolerable pain and suffering, perhaps even a fatal internal injury.
Catwoman’s super sharp and dexterous, retractable index finger claw had been easily picking one of the handcuff locks with surgical precision. She anxiously freed her left arm just as Chef’s slimy snake had begun to slither between her cheeks. Selina delivered a lightning fast swipe to Chef’s face, before quickly jimmying free her other handcuffed arm. Blood poured down Chefs brow into his eyes from his deeply lacerated forehead as he stumbled back, shocked at his victim’s speed and skill. Once her hands were both free, Catwoman made quick work of the ropes holding her slender legs to the table.
As Chef regained his resolve he lumbered angrily toward the fearsome feline, his huge erection charging like a greasy rhino horn at Selina. The acrobatic cat merely leapt backward over the table, knocking it down in front of the attacking ogre. The oversized oaf tripped over the fallen furniture and awkwardly face-planted the filthy floor, instantly knocking himself out into a snoring slumber.
‘Sweet dreams, sleaze bag,’ offered Selina as she ripped off her gag and slinked out of the cabin through the room’s only window…
‘Bastard,’ cussed the crouched, crimson faced kitty as she surveyed the contents of the loot bag near the hideout; no necklace.
Not long before, Sugar Daddy had left the hideout compound with the diamond necklet, leaving only nickel and dime, nonsense broaches and bracelets for the goofy goon squad in the swamp.
After escaping deadly date night with Chef, Catwoman had scurried through the compound of cabins in search of the ultra valuable diamonds. The stunned henchmen could only stand and watch as the cocky kitten had nervily sauntered over and snatched the velvet pouch of gems from the half-wit horde of hooligans on her high heeled, hasty departure from the hideout. The grumbling group has since rebounded, and were in pissed-off pursuit mode.
Catwoman saw the early evening flashlight flickers and heard the angry rumbles of the malicious mob approaching, prompting her to continue fleeing. She tucked the jewel bag under a rotten tree stump for a future extraction and stood up to run. Even in her high heeled boots, there was no way those hillbillies could catch her in a foot race, even through treacherous swamp, Selina thought. That assumption was voided the moment she felt her legs plop down into the ghastly goop.
A gasp escaped her lips as Catwoman looked down at the saturated sand swallowing her boots. She had carelessly raced into the sticky grip of a bottomless quagmire. Thick, gooey quicksand devoured her sexy, stocking covered legs as she struggled uselessly. ‘Be still, Selina,’ she warned herself, trying to calm down as she slowly sank deeper in the sinister sand pit.
Bubbling bog ceaselessly sucked the captured kitty’s body into its filthy fathoms as one of the marsh mobsters clad in a legit army jacket reached the edge of the pit. ‘Hey Doug, she’s over here,’ he yelled, as another man approached. ‘She gone and runned right into the quicksand,’ he surmised, disappointingly, ‘She’s a goner now.’
‘Well, fuck,’ the other man huffed, ogling Catwoman’s tight fitting suit and bare behind breaching the bog, ‘She ain’t got the loot and the quicksand ain’t gonna leave us sloppy seconds. Might as well head back.’ Cursing and swearing, Doug meandered off into the swamp to round up the rest of the hunting party.
Selina moaned as the silty muck devoured her ass and crawled up her torso, bubbling and belching hungrily as it gulped her deeper and deeper. She pushed down trying to keep from sinking but the mire welcomed her plunging arms into its sucking embrace.
The lone, brooding gangster was still watching the sinking Selina, her trusty bull whip was dangling from his belt opposite a holstered sidearm. The embroidered name of ‘TEALE’ was patched to the right breast of his military-issue coat.
‘Hey mister,’ Selina piped up from the perilous pit, trying to look pouty and pretty, ‘I know you’re gonna let me drown in this goo, but can a dying girl have one last request?’ Teale remained silent, put his hands on his hips and sighed impatiently. ‘I’ll tell you where the jewels are if you give me my whip,’ proposed the imperiled pussy cat, now up to her breasts in slurping sand.
‘Bullshit,’ retorted Teale, ‘you’ll fuck me over.’
‘Please,’ begged Selina, as the sticky sand trap sucked her a little deeper, ‘I just want to go out with the honor of holding my weapon.’ Selina bit her lip nervously as her sensual, spandex covered breasts disappeared under the hungry quicksand. Catwoman decided to take a huge gamble; ‘Look, soldier,’ she offered, ‘your loot is under that stump over there between those twin willows.’ Almost completely consumed by the malevolent mud, Selina had to take a risk. If that guy truly was ex-military, he’d hopefully respect her pledge of an honorable death. She crossed her fingers under the muck.
Eying Catwoman suspiciously, the trooper sidestepped over to the stump, and retrieved the stashed sack. He examined the contents, smiled and stood silently watching the bog ooze slowly over the trapped girl’s shoulders. The ex-serviceman also fancied himself a gamble; Teale was all in on a bet that he could make off with the jewels and the whip, plus get rid of this costumed cat-bitch after she performed a premium salute to his sacrifices; ‘I know you’re going to pull yourself out of there if I give you back your whip,’ revealed the confident criminal, unholstering his shiny, six shot revolver, ‘So I’m changing the rules.’ The ex-soldier aimed the long barrel of his 357 Magnum at Selina as he tossed the bull whip into the muck beside her. ‘Get your fine ass outta that mush n’ c’mon over her and thank me for my service,’ Teale demanded, unzipping his pants…
‘There you are,’ spied Catwoman, watching Sugar Daddy’s over-the-top, cliche, getaway ice cream truck enter a parkade under a downtown Gotham apartment complex. The cunning cat burglar perched precariously on the roof ledge opposite the crime lord’s safe house high rise. An oversized desert camouflage army jacket concealed Selina’s whip, and her dirty, damp, sand soaked leotard. A velvet bag of mediocre stolen jewelry was tucked away in one of the jacket’s deep pockets. Swamp grit clung uncomfortably to her skin under her tattered stockings and boots. With greedy intent and a score to settle, the agile Catwoman leapt down the building’s fire escape, disappearing into the darkness of the narrow alley below…
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