Epilogue 5 – When Seafood Attacks
Catherine let out a long, low moan, pawing at her crotch and the wide, pink leather belt that covered it, and not for the first time that day. “Please hurry, Laura…I can’t stand this much longer!” she said breathlessly, tugging the belt around her waist back and forth, bumping the locks with her paws. The vibrators in her pussy and ass were humming softly, nearly drowned out by the music from the radio on Laura’s nightstand, keeping her on edge.
In the weeks since Pink Pussy had at last been captured and the true villain, or at least one of them, responsible for the thefts and missing persons had been caught, Catherine had seen little of the outside world. She had expected to be languishing in a jail cell while the justice system had tried to figure out exactly how to handle the messed up situation, she just hadn’t expected the lawyer she had wound up with to be so persuasive, or to be working for free. And he wasn’t just some scrub of a public defender either; he was B. Lial, of Lial and Associates, himself. He’d said it was one of those cases that could be a landmark, or something to that effect, and he’d be more than happy to represent Pink Pussy.
So, after a wild series of arguments between him and the fire and brimstone prosecutor, Gabriella something-or-other, each spouting legalese that had made her head spin, Pink Pussy had been let off the hook, free to roam, so to speak. What she hadn’t expected was that a cell had been waiting for her at home.
Not a cell, for that was far too roomy; a cage, to be more precise about the description of her current digs. Upon returning to the apartment that day after her release, the change from Pink Pussy back to her normal self had been a difficult one, her alter ego seemingly not wanting to go after so many months, but at last she had reverted back to herself, and promptly fell asleep on the couch, much to Laura’s chagrin. The transformation back usually left her horny as hell, but this time, it had simply left her exhausted. The next morning, or rather, early afternoon, when Catherine had finally awoken, she’d found Laura busily preparing her big surprise for Catherine: a surprise punishment in fact. Cat had barely recalled Laura saying she’d taken a couple weeks off from the job once she had told Cat what exactly that punishment had entailed.
Cat blew out her breath slowly, squirming again, circling her cage on hands and knees as the buzzing continued; she could feel the moisture around the belt that covered her crotch and streaming down her thighs, and her erect nipples ached as they rubbed against the furry material that covered them. Would those batteries ever die?!
Though Laura had softened the blow with a big breakfast that day, she had laid down the law in a way that Catherine hadn’t seen her often do outside of her job. Under nothing but the most extreme emergencies was Catherine to transform herself into Pink Pussy for at least a month, nor was she allowed out of the apartment without Laura’s strict supervision. Of course, Cat had tried to protest, but Laura hadn’t had any of it, describing in agonizing detail how many sleepless nights she’d suffered after Cat’s disappearance, not to mention the stress of always being just a step behind her once the string of thefts had started. So, Laura had decided to purchase a few things to make sure that Catherine was a good girl, and depending on her behavior during that time, would see about letting her out again after that month was up.
What Catherine hadn’t expected was the cage that was now at the foot of Laura’s bed, nor had she expected the outfit Laura had picked out for her to wear. She’d been floored, really, and when she had asked Laura if she was serious, it had earned Catherine a spanking that had left her rear end stinging, though Laura’s hand was just as sore given how firm Cat’s ass was; her time as Dollface’s unwilling slave, stuck in her Pink Pussy persona hadn’t reduced the firm, muscled tone of her behind in the slightest.
So now, unless they had a reason to go out, Cat was under house arrest, and had a selection of a half dozen of the same outfit to wear every day, though at least once a week she was allowed normal clothes, if she was allowed clothes at all, and only because her other outfits were in the laundry. Her usual ‘prison uniform’ consisted of a costume version of the Pink Pussy that was sold on various adult shops across the internet and throughout the city, its pink color contrasting well with Cat’s naturally tan skin and bleached blond hair. The body of the costume consisted of a furry leotard, the faux pink fur situated just like her ‘natural’ fur was, keeping her nipples and pussy out of sight while hinting at everything that lay beneath. Opera-length gloves and thigh-length stockings with matching furry strips, big stuffed paws for hands and feet, and a headband with furry cat ears and a clip-on tail usually completed the ensemble, but Laura had gone the extra mile.
Catherine figured that the outfit as Laura had composed it was more like the hardcore S&M crowd’s preferred version of Pink Pussy’s likeness, and she had purchased only a single copy of the expensive extras. Making sure that Cat couldn’t slip out of her imposed punishment, Laura had added a pair of leather paw gloves in the same bright pink color, with locking straps at Cat’s wrists and just below her elbows, which she then stuffed into the oversized paw mitts, said mitts extending to the elbows and covering up the inner mittens completely. A similar pair of booties went over Cat’s feet and were locked at the ankle and just below the knee, the straps on her toes pulled tight up toward her heels, making it basically impossible to lower her foot to walk upright, and another pair of big furry paws were slid into place over top of them.
As if that weren’t enough, Laura had a modified version of the cat ears that were attached to a pink leather head harness, with a cat-like muzzle attached. The muzzle had plenty of room for a gag, either a ball or something that looked like a fat, short penis, but thankfully Laura hadn’t used either of those too often, only when Cat had complained too much about her confinement. Instead, she was satisfied with having the leather muzzle in place over Catherine’s nose and mouth. A wide leather collar with a big brass bell had been added to Cat’s neck as well, locked into place with another padlock of course, and the bell almost never stopped jingling unless Cat was asleep.
And yet, that hadn’t been enough for Laura, who insisted that a proper Pink Pussy needed a tail. The version of the cat tail Laura had picked was connected to a butt plug, which had elicited a wide-eyed stare from Cat, but then Laura had revealed the belt that went with it, and Cat had blurted out that Laura had gone crazy. Another spanking ensued, this time with Laura making use of a small wooden paddle, a little bonus item from her big purchase on the kinky shop’s website, and Cat had finally agreed to allow Laura to use the devices on her. The two had played around for years, but Laura had never been quite so domineering before. It was a bit of a surprising change for sure, but Cat couldn’t exactly say she didn’t like it, had grown to really enjoy it, in fact. Seeing her friend take on such a forceful attitude and a commanding tone was something else that really worked for her.
And so, Cat rested on her knees within the cage that had become her home within the apartment, rubbing at her crotch with the paws she couldn’t remove, moaning softly as the vibrators continued their unrelenting edging, breathing in through the muzzle that covered her face. One of the devious devices was contained within the tail plug, and the other was simply an egg-shaped device Laura lovingly slid inside Cat’s usually-already-moist pussy. The control units for each were attached to the waist portion of the belt, safely secured inside locked pouches, which itself was locked in several places to ensure it wasn’t easily removed.
For Laura’s part, she hadn’t been overly mean or anything, just very strict in enforcing Cat’s punishment. Not only was Cat now expected to be the apartment’s new pet mascot, she had been required to act the part, which meant she stayed on all fours a lot, and had to make meowing and purring sounds fairly often, and had to generally act like a cat, nuzzling Laura, getting head scratches, that kind of thing. The first few days of following such behaviors were difficult to be sure, but Laura was ready and waiting with a swat of her heart-shaped riding crop if Cat complained too much; Cat preferred the paddle, but Laura seemed to prefer the more satisfying smack of the crop. The way Laura dommed her was exciting, though, and had made her wonder why they’d never tried out such things before.
From her cage, Cat looked over to Laura’s closet, and in the direction of the gun safe that was tucked away behind Laura’s clothes. She had a suspicion as to Laura’s sudden interest in pet play. Laura hadn’t kept her secret from Cat long; she’d told Cat about her experience as Gun Bunny the first night they’d been back in the apartment together, what she’d done to Dollface to save the other new heroines, to save all those others that had been under Dollface’s control. She hadn’t gone out for heroics again, not yet; she had insisted that Gun Bunny wasn’t making another appearance until Pink Pussy returned, and before that, Cat needed to spend some time as herself.
It was kind of funny though, a bunny dominating a big cat like her.
But that wasn’t the only reason Gun Bunny hadn’t made another appearance. Laura had been rattled by having to make that shot, to do the very thing that had kept her out of the city’s SWAT sniper team. Even though Dollface had survived the shot, her mask having taken the brunt of the impact, and was now in a coma in the ICU at the Edgewater Institute, Laura hadn’t been too relieved about it. Cat saw how unsettled Laura’s sleep was, even though a couple weeks had passed between the incident and Cat’s return to the apartment. She was getting better though, and had started sleeping full nights again, at least as her job would allow once her vacation was up. She’d admitted that a big part of that was not being alone anymore, that having Cat with her again had eased the burden. And maybe that’s where part of that dominant spark had come from, her drive to take control of herself while she was in control of Cat.
The sound of the door locks clicking at the front of the apartment drew Cat’s attention away from the gun safe, and she scrambled over the pillows and padding at the bottom of the cage to the side pointing at the bedroom door, eager to see Laura. Paws raising to the bars, she glanced at the clock; only about thirty-five minutes had passed. A little longer than Laura had expected she would be gone, but not too much.
After the door closed and locked again, Cat watched Laura come briefly into view, moving by the far end of the hall to the kitchen, a couple big paper bags in her arms. Cat shook the cage door, and gave her rather impressive imitation of a loud, attention-seeking meow. It wasn’t anything like she could do when she was transformed of course, but still, pretty good.
“Patience, my little pussycat,” Laura called from the kitchen.
Cat meowed again, then rattled the cage door more excitedly, wiggling her hips, feeling the tail sway behind her as the vibrators continued their unabated teasing. She eased back, resting on her knees, forepaws going to her tits again, rubbing at her hard nipples, kneading them together as she made another needy mewling sound. She pressed her thighs together, bouncing so much that her head brushed the top of the cage.
Finally, Laura appeared and came down the hall, stopping at the doorway to her bedroom with hands on her hips, looking down at Cat with a playful grin on her face. “My, what an impatient girl you are! Does my big kitty need to use the bathroom?”
Meowing again, Cat shook her head, causing the bell at her neck to jingle, and pushed up her breasts, then rubbed one paw between her legs.
“Ohhh, poor darling,” Laura replied, walking up to the bars and reaching in with both hands. Her hands found Cat’s chin as she eagerly leaned forward, resting on her front paws. Laura scratched affectionately at Cat’s head, her other hand soon going behind one of Cat’s ears. “Did my big kitty miss me?”
Affecting a purr, Cat leaned closer, pressing her muzzle against Laura’s leg as she received her lovings, reaching out to paw at Laura’s leg. It was the same game they played whenever Laura got back home, but it hadn’t gotten old for them. Before her ordeal with Dollface, Cat would never have taken on such a submissive role, but something had definitely changed for her, too. Maybe it was because she’d actually been scared out there, totally helpless and with almost no control over her actions, her future dictated by a psychotic English lady with a doll fetish. But her best friend, lover, and the trio of new heroines had come and saved her, then Laura had taken up a heroic persona all her own and taken care of that horrible doll-faced bitch with a high-caliber bullet to the head. What wasn’t to love about that?
All the attention Cat had been getting from Laura after her homecoming had been icing on the cake. Even with her restricted to the apartment and wearing her faux Pink Pussy costume most days, Cat had felt wonderful being in control of herself again. It was a strange kind of freedom to be sure, but it felt right to her, and they had both enjoyed more than a few wonderful nights entangled in one bed or another.
“Must be hitting the right spot…someone’s drooling,” Laura said softly.
Coming out of her reverie, Cat felt her face growing hot and jerked backward, turning her head away and wiping at the drool that escaped the muzzle with her paws. How Laura could manage to make her do that still mystified her! It had to be something relating to all the time she’d spent in her transformed state; maybe her Pink Pussy persona had imprinted itself more upon her than she had originally thought?
Laura stepped away, laughing as she plucked the cage key from the wall by the bedroom door, within sight of Cat but safely out of reach about ten feet away, not that she could have used it with her mitten and paw-covered hands anyway, and then crouched in front of the door once she had returned, undoing the lock and pulling the bar, swinging the cage open.
“Woah!”
Cat was out in a flash, giving an excited meow before Laura could stand, leaping atop her. She had Laura on the floor and on her back, straddling her friend and pressing herself against Laura’s body, their breasts squeezing against one another. She nuzzled Laura’s face and neck, and finally felt Laura’s hands in her hair and on her face again as she laughed. Cat was still a big girl, after all, and had kept working out as best she could during those days Laura had to go to work, all the exercises she could manage that didn’t involve weights or running or anything like that, so she hadn’t lost much of her physical prowess. Even if Laura could leap over buildings and run like the wind as Gun Bunny, she was nowhere near as athletic as Cat was normally.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough Rosa,” Laura said after a while, calling Cat by the pet name she’d been given, patting both sides of Cat’s face. “I have to get dinner started.”
The mention of food got Cat’s stomach to speak up in a low rumble; she still hadn’t gotten back to her normal eating habits after being inside that mask for so long, but she hadn’t gained weight since she’d been chowing down like crazy either. There were some days she’d had four meals plus snacks. There had to have been changes in her metabolism after such a prolonged change. After a couple more nuzzles, Cat finally stepped off Laura with a long, low meow, waiting nearby, crouched on all fours. As Laura got up, Cat pawed at the muzzle, tapping it three times with her right paw.
“Okay, you can speak,” Laura said, leaning back to sit atop the cage.
“Can we go out tonight? It’s been about a month now, right? I want Mr. Wong’s!” Cat said quickly. “Please! It’s been forever! And I’m getting tired of the apartment!”
“Hmmm…” Laura rubbed her chin, considering Cat with a slow downward pan of her eyes. “I don’t think they allow pets in there.”
Cat made a pouty face, though it was mostly hidden by the muzzle, but the look in her eyes was enough to get Laura grinning.
“Okay, I don’t see why not. I can’t keep you here forever, and you have been really good during your house arrest. But…” she said, holding up her finger. “…I still want you wearing your belt when we go out tonight.”
“Oh, but why?” Cat whined over the constant low buzz from between her legs.
Laura smirked. “Because I want you as horny and needy as possible for the after-dinner celebration. And I have an idea on how I can keep the evening entertaining. Come on, get to the bathroom, hurry up!” she ordered, clapping her hands.
“You’ve gotten so bossy!” Cat blurted as she started for the door.
“Guess who gets to wear her collar tonight too!” Laura said behind her, clearly amused.
Biting her lip, Cat hurried to the bathroom, not wanting to get herself in deeper trouble with the boss. She had become quite adept at going through the apartment on all fours, so Cat had no trouble reaching the bathroom, Laura following close behind her. “Do I really have to wear the collar?” She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, pawed at the big bell.
“I think it looks good on you,” Laura said, smiling down to Cat as she tugged a keyring from beneath her shirt, lifting it from her neck. “So, are you going to be a good girl when I unlock that belt for you to shower, or do I need to play the strict warden again?”
Cat licked her lips as Laura’s hands went to the harness around her head, tugging at the lock as she fitted the key into the slot. She had certainly been tempted to indulge herself and try to do something about that fire between her legs in the shower. “So what’ll it cost me if I say I don’t need help but maybe kinda sorta lose control of myself?” she asked, shooting playful eyes at Laura’s reflection.
“No Mr. Wong’s for dinner tonight for starters,” Laura said, tugging a lock from the harness before moving to the next one. “And an extension of another week under house arrest. After your punishment of course.”
Cat let out a low whimper. “So mean!” she said in a pouty tone, scrunching her face behind the muzzle.
“I just can’t take any chances with a dangerous criminal mastermind like you under my watch,” Laura replied, grinning as she sat the locks on the counter before she tugged at the harness straps. “So, what’ll it be?”
Cat sighed as Laura pulled the harness, fake ears, and muzzle free, squirming as the vibrators continued their unrelenting stimulation. Did she really trust herself alone in the shower for ten or fifteen minutes with her horniness off the charts right now? She glanced up at Laura, who was busy working on the collar’s lock now. “Better help me out there, warden.”
Laura leaned down, kissed Cat’s cheek, then unlocked the collar and tugged it away from Cat’s neck. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Cat squirmed anxiously as Laura continued undoing her restraints, tugging her paws off next, then the mittens beneath, followed by the paws on her legs and the booties. Once Cat was wearing only the leotard and the chastity belt, Laura guided her to her feet and to the shower. A couple of additions had been made since Cat’s return to the apartment, after the first time she had snuck in a quickie during a shower. Laura had again used the paddle that evening, and had kept Cat in the cage all night, and most of the next day, except for meals and bathroom breaks.
Laura worked the leotard down Cat’s shoulders and let her remove her arms from it, leaving the pink, furry material bunched up around her waist as she guided Cat’s hands upward. A pair of handcuffs dangled overhead from a two-foot chain set into a heavy ring secured to the ceiling, and with practiced ease, Laura ratcheted them into place around Cat’s wrists.
Only with Cat’s hands thusly secured did Laura unlock the belt, these locks taking a different key from the other restraints. Laura kept the vibrators running until the belt was unstrapped and ready to remove though, making sure that Cat stayed as aroused as possible. “My, my, my…so wet down here…” Laura mused as her fingers worked the belt, tail plug, and vibrators free.
“You should try experiencing it from my side, eh?” Cat said, blowing out her breath slowly, closing her eyes as she wiggled about. If she could just find a way to get Laura’s fingers to move where she needed them, maybe…
“Hey, stop squirming!” Laura snapped, giving Cat a swat on her firm ass.
“But it’s so hard not to!” Cat whined, moaning as the vibrating egg in her pussy was pulled free. “Maybe if the warden wasn’t so strict…”
Laura’s hand swatted Cat’s ass again, then tugged at the tail plug. “Relax a little back here or we’ll be all night waiting for me to pull this thing out.”
Cat tugged at the handcuffs but blew out her breath and did as she was told, willing herself to relax. After a few more seconds, Laura managed to finally pull the plug free and set the belt aside, pulling the soaked leotard down Cat’s muscular legs. Once she was fully naked, Laura guided another cuff onto each of Cat’s ankles, these set into the floor of the shower, keeping her from doing more than twisting about in place.
With Cat secured, Laura stepped out of the shower and turned on the water, a wide grin on her face when Cat yelped as the cold water slammed into her. “That should help with your problem a little,” Laura said. After a few seconds of watching Cat dance about in the handcuffs, Laura finally turned on the hot water and closed the shower door, giving Cat a couple minutes to herself to enjoy the hot spray.
Cat wanted nothing more at that moment than to reach between her legs and slide her fingers into her hot pussy to send her over the orgasmic edge, but a fitful tug at the handcuffs was all she could manage. She tried to think of other things, anything except the growing need to climax, tried to enjoy the feel of the hot water beating over her skin. She turned slowly, as quickly as the cuffs would allow, soaking herself thoroughly, leaning forward to wet her hair. The impact of the water on her breasts and nipples did little to sate the fire, rather kept it a constant sizzle.
This had been Laura’s way since Cat had first installed the cuffs in the shower, keeping Cat on edge throughout the day before sharing the shower, then the bed. She had suspected that Laura had something big planned for the night, something special for Cat’s last night of ‘relaxing incarceration’. They’d both known it was coming up, though; Cat had already been asking about her clients in her day job as a personal trainer, whether any of them had asked about her sudden disappearance or even wanted to continue with her services. It was long overdue for her to start contributing to the apartment fund again, and not just from some of her savings.
And there was the other thing they’d discussed…their second jobs. When Cat finally transformed herself back to Pink Pussy, there was going to be a storm online, and maybe it would spill out into the real world; there was still a big legal gray zone swirling around her right now. But Laura was going to be there with her, or rather, Gun Bunny was going to be out there. Sure, Laura could take care of herself, but the world of super-powered heroics was something else entirely from being a police detective. Cat snorted. “It’s a helluva lot different from being a fitness trainer too,” she muttered.
“Did you say something?” Laura asked, opening the shower door and slipping inside, having stripped off to join Cat. Her hands wrapped around Cat’s waist, her lips finding the side of Cat’s neck as her breasts touched Cat’s back.
Cat noted that Laura’s nipples were almost as hard as her own. She leaned her head to the side, resting it against Laura’s. “Just thinking out loud. You know, about getting back into the swing of things.”
“Mmmm,” Laura replied softly, her fingers tracing along Cat’s hips, then upward, sliding beneath Cat’s breasts as she kissed the other side of Cat’s neck. “Still worrying over keeping me safe out there?”
“Not so much as when you first told me about it, but a little,” Cat said, blowing out her breath slowly, squeezing her thighs together in a futile attempt to get over that edge. “Kinda more worried about finding work, ya know? Up and disappearing like that’s bound to have put a lot of people out on working with me.”
“You’ll be fine,” Laura said, not the least bit of doubt in her voice, her fingers slowly cupping Cat’s breasts, opening just enough to allow her nipples between the fingers. “I’m sure you’ve got a few diehard loyalists, and ‘fit’ is in right now with all the super types showing up. We’ll come up with a plan, get some new ads and photos worked up. You know a photographer, right?”
“Yeah, he’s done all my photoshoots so far,” Cat gave a little shake of her head. “He’s probably been worried about me; I’ve not been in for new photos for a while. I’ve used about all of them, you know, guess that’ll be something else to add to the list. You’ll have to get some shots with me too.”
Laura laughed. “That’s your calling card, PP, not mine.” Her hands squeezed Cat’s breasts, pinching her hardened nipples between her fingers as she rubbed her own against Cat’s back.
“Maybe, but we’re going to be a team now, right? That means you’ll have to deal with fans now too,” Cat said, twisting around so that she could plant a quick kiss on Laura’s cheek. “Besides, I might want a few special photos just for me. Kyou does the sexy kind of photoshoots too, and the way you fill out that costume is just so hot, babe.”
“I don’t think I’d have enough space to carry a bunch of prints around; guns and ammo are heavy,” Laura replied, her leg curling around Cat’s, her toes sliding lightly over the top of Cat’s foot. “I’ve been meaning to ask for a while now, but where do you keep all those photos you leave all over the place?”
Cat’s lips curled into a wide grin. “You’ll just have to come out with me a few times and learn the secret, won’t you? Any more thoughts about customizing your costume?” They’d had a few discussions about it previously, made a few rough sketches, but had tended to get very distracted by other things and wound up in the bedroom whenever they’d tried to get serious about it.
“Made a few more sketches on my break the other day, but that kind of thing is out of my league,” Laura replied. She nibbled at Cat’s ear softly. “I’ll show you at dinner…assuming we get out of this shower. I’m feeling the need for your tongue already.”
“If you think you’ve got it bad right now, try being me, chica,” Cat said, rubbing her ass playfully against Laura. “You’ve got me running on the edge so close it hurts! Can’t we maybe just have a little pre-dinner tension releaser? Hmmm? Please? I’ll be a good girl…”
Laura’s hands lingered on Cat’s chest, and she pressed herself against Cat’s back a little more forcefully, planting multiple kisses on Cat’s neck. “Oh, I could so go for that right now,” she said, her voice a low, throaty purr. One hand slipped from Cat’s chest and slid down her wet, toned stomach, brushed the top of her thigh, slipped between her legs.
Cat sucked in her breath, Laura’s fingers brushing her lower lips, then pressed more forcefully against them, slipped upward, teasingly over her neatly shaved mound.
“But, we really should hold off until after dinner when we can celebrate properly,” Laura said quickly, her hands vanishing from Cat’s body, her breasts following a second later. “We’ll never make it to the restaurant if we keep this up.”
A loud groan escaped from Cat, the a rumble from her stomach, and she jerked at the cuffs, twisting to look back at Laura, who was busying herself getting the bath sponge and soap ready. “You’re such a tease! I can’t believe you’re doing this to me! You felt how hot I am down there, right? Come on, please? Just one?”
Laura squirted the body wash onto the sponge, shooting Cat a devious smirk. “Oh no, cariña, you’re not getting that until tonight. I want you just as frustrated as possible for what I’ve got in mind for later. So far, you’re exactly where I want you.”
“When did you become this controlling, anyway?” Cat asked, sighing when the cool sponge started lightly over her shoulders.
“I’ve been wondering about that,” Laura said. “I think it was somewhere in the middle of your time with Dollface I started getting the ideas for what I’d do when I got you back, and I really enjoyed them. I kinda like it, don’t you?”
“Some parts more than others,” Cat said softly, enjoying the feel of Laura getting her all soaped up. She pulled at the handcuffs and shackles around her ankles. “The lack of orgasms has been a serious issue.”
“Oh, has it really? News to my ears. I certainly never noticed any lack of orgasmic delights,” Laura said, her wide grin evident in her voice. Cat knew that she had first brought up that very issue after the first couple of days in the belt, and repeatedly since. And of course, Laura would say that; she’d been the one getting all the orgasms, provided by Cat’s hard-working tongue, no less. “Well, good thing your sentence is almost up; maybe you can get back to your regular schedule?”
“Hell yes, I can’t wait! Maybe you should try this treatment when I’m out of the clink, huh? See how you deal with the belt for a few days.”
Laura giggled, pressed herself against Cat’s back once more, hugging her. “You’ll have to catch me first, and I don’t think PP’s up for the challenge.”
Cat licked her lips, flashing a toothy grin over her shoulder. “You’re on! You can’t escape Pink Pussy, bunny girl! We’ll call it special training for newbie heroines, how’s that? And when I catch you, you’re gonna be in for it!”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, kitty,” Laura said, giving Cat a playful swat on her butt. “Now stop trying to distract me, I’m getting hungry!”
Laura hurried through the sponge bath as quickly as she could from there, and though Cat was in a playful, horny mood, she relented and decided not to play around much more, because her stomach demanded its fill. Some things just could not wait!
And so, about thirty minutes later, Cat was standing in her bedroom, squirming in her pants as she tried to get used to the way the chastity belt rode within them. Laura had fitted her with the vibrating egg up front again, and a vibrating plug minus the tail at the back, and both were humming softly, barely audible. Most of Cat’s pants were not designed to hide that kind of bulk beneath them, even less so the darker ones that would hide any major signs of wetness the belt would undoubtedly cause. Frowning, she threw on one of her baggier shirts, then a light windbreaker over it, the bell on her collar jingling the whole time. “This is going to be maddening, Laura!”
“Yep, I’m sure it will be,” Laura said from the kitchen. “Hurry up, we need to get going! It never takes you this long to dress!”
“Well I’ve never worn a chastity belt out in public before either, have I?” she muttered, frowning at how she could see the belt beneath the pants, though the shirt hid the waist belt and control boxes for the vibrators well. Maybe she should grab a skirt to throw on over her pants… “I feel like everyone’s going to see or hear this thing!”
“You run around naked and beat criminals up in your free time and you’re worried about this?”
“This is different!”
“I’m going to grab the elevator; lock up on your way out!” Laura called, and Cat heard the apartment door open.
Cat growled, but quickly slipped her sneakers on. As she reached for the light switch by the door, the vibrators started humming louder and grew stronger. Sucking in her breath, Cat gritted her teeth and hurried out of her room, noticing that Laura had left the bathroom light on, and the kitchen light too. Stopping to turn them off, the vibrations grew stronger still, and she pressed her thighs together, shaking her head to try and stave off the rapidly rekindled arousal. She finally reached the door, fumbling her keys out of her purse to lock up, hopping from foot to foot. She hurried down the hall, and as she neared Laura, the devices slowed, easing to a lower, more teasing setting.
Tapping her foot as she waited for the notoriously slow elevator, Laura turned to flash Cat a playful smile before she suddenly darted away, heading down the hallway. “I’m taking the stairs!” she called over her shoulder.
“Hey, wait up!” Cat said, jogging to the elevator to follow Laura. The vibrators revved up between her legs again, and she moaned softly. Biting her lip, Cat looked down the hall just in time to see the door to the stairs slam shut. “Shit…she’s fast…” she muttered, certain that Laura had just demonstrated some of her newfound abilities.
As Cat started toward the stairs, the vibrators hummed stronger, and she paused to squeeze her thighs together, feeling her face heat. “Not now…” she said and pushed herself onward. The elevator dinged behind her, the doors opening. She heard some of their neighbors talking as she followed Laura, but only really registered the comment about how they had thought Laura had been hiding a pet in the apartment. Cat turned at that, flashing a quick grin and waving, the belled collar jingling, then she pushed through the door to the stairs, the vibrations easing only slightly.
“Slowpoke!” Laura called, already two floors down, leaning with her forearms on the railing.
“I’m out of practice!” Cat said defensively. “And I didn’t have these things doing that to me before! What’s with these anyway? They randomized or something?” she asked, jogging down the steps to catch up as the vibrations eased off again.
“Or something,” Laura said, still wearing that big grin. She looked down between the stairwells for a moment, and as Cat hit the landing above her, she hopped over the rails, disappearing down the shaft.
“Hey!” Cat cried, rushing to the rail, not even remembering that Laura now had super powers of her own until she watched her land easily on her feet on the bottom floor, turning to look back up at Cat. By then the vibrators were roaring between her legs, and Cat leaned hard against the railing, blowing out her breath. “Madre de dios…” she muttered, closing her eyes as her thighs clamped together.
“Better hurry, Cat! I’m too hungry to wait much longer!” Laura called. “Something wrong?” she asked, far too sweetly.
Beginning to suspect something was up, Cat growled and pushed herself off the rail, and started down the stairs again. As she descended, the vibrations eased, and now that she focused on those particular sensations, she realized it was a steady decline as she got closer to Laura, returning to the barely there, teasing buzz once she descended the last set of stairs. She frowned at Laura. “So what’s the trick there, huh?”
Laura giggled, snatching Cat’s arm, pulled her close for a quick kiss on the cheek. “You’re looking hot, Cat.”
“Yeah, hot and bothered,” Cat said, following Laura toward the door. “What is this?”
“Those accessories you’re wearing came with a neat little app I’d forgotten about until you mentioned going out tonight,” Laura explained, leading them through the door and down the hall toward the parking garage. “It’s called ‘E-Leash’.”
“E-Leash?” Cat repeated. Laura sprinted forward a dozen feet or so, and the vibrators revved up again, so Cat hurried to catch up, and noticed that they died down once more. “Ohhhh…that’s mean!”
Laura grinned back at Cat. “You call it mean, I call it entertaining. Stay close and you won’t have to worry about it.”
And Cat did stay close, at least while they got the car and rode to Mr. Wong’s restaurant. Her pants were starting to get rather damp by the time they arrived, but her horniness was only at a simmer by then, the lower power buzzing of the vibes much easier to deal with. In fact, Cat had almost forgotten about the vibrators until Laura pulled up to the sidewalk outside the restaurant, then flashed that grin Cat was quickly learning to fear. “What?”
“Run in and get us a table,” Laura said. “I’ll park the car.”
Cat’s face grew hot. “Uhhh…how about we park the car together and-”
“Uh-uh, I like it better like this,” Laura said. “I don’t want to miss out on my favorite table, that one right there.”
Cat followed the finger Laura pointed out the windshield to the table by the windows, at the corner of the building. “The one furthest from the buffet?” Cat asked slowly, already guessing Laura’s plan.
“Yep, that’s the one!” she said in that too-sweet tone. “Better hurry, I’ll be pretty upset if I don’t get it!”
Cat’s eyes lingered on Laura a moment longer before she pushed the door open and stepped out, muttering a low curse in Spanish as she hit the sidewalk. She’d only gone a few steps when the vibrations started growing more powerful again. Steeling herself, Cat walked to the doors, glancing at the car as Laura slowly guided it back onto the street and toward the parking lot around the side of the building, the vibrators growing more intense with each foot that grew between them.
Thankfully Cat’s stomach provided a much-needed distraction as the sweet, delicious smells of Mr. Wong’s cooking filled her nose, momentarily making her forget all about the vibes. She smiled at Isuzu, Mr. Wong’s youngest son, as he greeted her. Like all of Mr. Wong’s boys, he looked more like a girl, even wore a cheongsam-style uniform, his short, light blue hair pulled back in two short tails atop his head. She barely remembered what she’d said to him, her focus entirely on the steaming buffet as it was the only way she could even begin to ignore the growing intensity of the vibrators between her legs. She did remember to request that particular table Laura wanted, though, and as she was led there, she was certain that the other diners could hear the things buzzing inside her, could just feel their eyes watching her, no doubt thinking she was some kind of kinky slut. Strangely the thought made her more excited, and she felt her nipples rubbing against her shirt, and was suddenly glad she’d thought to wear a coat.
Even the food wasn’t strong enough to keep distracting her from those thoughts and the powerful vibrations as she slid into the chair Isuzu had pulled out for her. Cat sat slowly, struggling to keep her face as neutral as possible in the face of all the intense stimulation between her legs. As Isuzu went to retrieve the drinks she had ordered, Cat saw Laura finally enter the front doors, making her way slowly toward the table.
However, as she watched Laura, Cat’s eyes grew a bit wider. The vibrations weren’t slowing down! She sucked in a deep breath through her nose, pressing her thighs together, leaning forward. “I think you need to check that app…they’re not slowing down!” she said in a tense whisper.
Laura blinked, then slowly sat down in her chair, very carefully placed her purse in the chair beside her. She tapped her chin, then reached into her purse, dug around for a moment, then laughed. “Oh, silly me! I’ve left my phone in the car!”
Cat didn’t realize she’d dropped her fist atop the table until the salt and pepper shakers clattered, and a few other patrons turned to look their way.
“I’ll be right back, wait up for me,” Laura said, still quite amused. “You ordered drinks, right?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Cat said, blowing out her breath as she tried to think of anything besides the buzzing intruders.
Laura had reached the doors, then stopped, turning back to their table. “Oopsie, forgot the keys!” she said with a titter, snatching them from her purse, earning a groan from Cat.
The drinks arrived as Laura headed out the doors, Isuzu lingering by the table a moment. “It is very good to see you again, Miss Catherine. We’ve missed you the last few months! Are you okay? You look a little flushed.”
“Fine, fine,” Cat said, smiling up to him. “Just a little hot from a workout is all. Buffet for both of us.”
“Of course,” he replied, still smiling. “Did your training go well?”
Cat managed a shrug, mentally trying to imagine where Laura was, and just how long it was going to take her to get back. “Could’ve gone better; had to deal with this real stuck up British lady I just couldn’t get away from, real slave driver. But she finally got what was coming to her when it was all said and done. Everyone was tired of her shit in the end,” Cat said, a little surprised that she had managed to tell that little story so easily.
“Ah, I see. Hope that you came away with some value from the trip, though.”
Nodding, Cat took a sip from her glass of iced tea. “Yeah, learned a few lessons and got a little more muscle out of it. You’re looking just as cute as ever.” She winked at him, finally feeling the vibrations begin to slow. Yes!
He blushed slightly, bowing. “Thank you. Please let me know if you need anything.” He hurried to assist another customer who had called out to him.
Finally Laura returned, and the vibrations returned to a manageable level. “Oh, it’s been a wonderful night already, hasn’t it?” she asked, sliding into her chair.
“You should be on my side of the table,” Cat said wryly.
“Maybe, if you can catch me, but not tonight,” Laura replied, taking a long drink from her own tea. “Go ahead and get some food, I’ll watch our stuff.”
Cat was about to ask what she was on about; they never had to watch their purses when they ate there; the staff were very good about making sure nothing got stolen. In fact, she’d once seen Misao, Mr. Wong’s only daughter, though she was even more built than Cat, and usually dressed like a man in jeans and work boots, with cut-off shirts to show off her big arms, beat the crap out of a pickpocket before they even got close to the doors. But then she recalled the little game they were playing. “Sure…”
The trip to the buffet was thankfully mild compared to the minutes Cat had to spend waiting on Laura to get her phone out of the car, though she was keenly aware of the ‘tug’ of the leash whenever she wound up at the far end of the food trays. Laura watched her the whole time too, a pleased grin plastered on her face. Once Cat had deposited her three plates onto the table, Laura patted her hand and went for her own food, thankfully leaving her phone at the table.
Dinner was pleasant, the two of them laughing and talking just like they usually did, and the plates piled up. Cat noted that Laura had packed away a couple more than she usually did; perhaps her powers were developing like Cat’s had? She still wasn’t entirely sure what to make of all that Laura had told her that the ‘Black Cat’ lady had said about ‘familiars’ and magic.
“Oh, here, let me show you this,” Laura said once Cat returned with what was probably going to be her last plate for the night. She tugged a small notebook out of her purse, flipped through a few pages, then passed it over to her. “What do you think?”
Inside were several rough sketches of a modified bunny costume, complete with guns and all kinds of accessories for them. She had a few different designs, and different color schemes. “I think it’s kinda scary how you drew the guns a lot better than the costume,” Cat said at last, flashing a grin at Laura.
Laura frowned, and playfully kicked Cat’s shin under the table. “Keep it up and you’re walking home. Seriously, what do you think? Any of them stand out more?”
Cat was about to reply when something slammed into the back wall of the building, hard enough to cause the overhead lights to shake. She looked at Laura, then toward the back wall. The other diners looked that way too, conversations coming to a halt all over the restaurant.
There was an angry shout from Mr. Wong from the kitchen, something Cat couldn’t understand as he’d shouted it in Korean. Toyo and Tae, two more of Mr. Wong’s sons, had paused in their cleaning of a table to look toward the back.
Something hit the wall again, this time knocking off a painting and some carved figures.
Cat had just started to stand when the wall exploded outward, plaster, wood, and brick flying. People started to scream and panic as a blinding, bluish-white light spilled out of the large opening.
A moment later, Cat gasped as a figure staggered through from the light. It was a dark-haired girl, maybe early 20s, with black-furred cat ears and faintly glowing, cat-like eyes, a disheveled mess of hair on her head. She wore a delicate looking silver collar around her neck with a bell attached to the front ring, blue runes glowing brightly around it. Matching cuffs with their own runes, about twice the width of the collar, adorned her wrists and ankles, and her clothing seemed to consist of a black leotard and tight-fitting bike shorts, glistening like polished latex. Atop these were a torn t-shirt and a red pleated skirt, one side torn, the hem ragged, and she was missing one sneaker, though she wore an identical pair of glowing bands at her ankles. She was also bleeding from her head, and from several cuts around her legs and forearms that disappeared under the latex on her arms and thighs.
“Hey, is that-?” Cat started, finally recognizing the woman as she came fully to her feet.
“Black Cat?!” Laura said, already standing.
Huffing, Black Cat looked toward them, shock on her face. “Crockett? Run! Get everyone out of here! Run!” she screamed, waving her arms.
As she shouted the warning, a dozen dark green tentacles shot through the glowing opening, each at least twenty feet long and over a foot in diameter at the point they disappeared into the light, all of them dripping with slime. One caught Black Cat around the neck, cutting off any further warnings in a strangled cry as more wrapped themselves around her wrists and ankles, hauling her into the air as the remaining tentacles writhed and shot toward her helpless form.
The End of
The Peculiar Predicament of the Pilfering Pink Pussy
Pink Pussy Will Return…
And here we are, the end of this massive story at long last! Aren’t Cat and Laura just the cutest kinky couple? And what a cliffhanger!
It has been one heck of a journey getting through this story, and one that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed. I’ll be getting back to these heroines sooner or later, but for now I’ll be focusing on some shorter stories, most of which will be Kinktober related. I sincerely hope that everyone enjoyed this one and that it didn’t become too long in the tooth. I also really appreciate all of you who offered feedback and comments over the course of my posting this one!
Stay tuned for more kinky goodness, everyone! It’s only going to get better from here!
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