Fooling a Cat

"Damn you," she yelled, unclasping the band that kept her mask in place. It dropped to the floor and revealed her sparkling blue eyes that were previously hidden behind the golden tint of her mask. The guard now knew that the Black Cat and Felicia Hardy were one and the same. He had taken a white haired vixen and turned her into a short haired college girl.

"You look so good," the guard said as he played with himself to the visage of the naked young woman kneeling before him. "Why don't you lie down and let me ride those giant tits of yours?"

Felicia leaned back onto the cold floor, watching her captor undress. He looked even worse with his shirt off, the fat jiggling with each clumsy movement of his body. Hovering over the helpless woman, he stroked his meat while gazing into her bright eyes. There were at least thirty different ways she could take him down in this position, but none of those would be helpful to her now. Still chained to the table and without a way of unlocking the door, she surely would suffer a fate much worse than this if she decided to incapacitate the guard.

She braced herself for what was to come next, knowing that it was not going to be enjoyable. The weight of her assailant would be unbearable if he didn't distribute his girth properly. She took a deep breath as the guard lowered himself onto her tone midriff. Her stomach muscles were strong, but they were not used to supporting an obese man.

The guard sat still on her stomach, fondling her fleshy mounds with his calloused hands. The Black Cat was able to keep up a shallow breath, which the guard mistook as a sign that the woman was turned on—she wasn't. Thumbing her hard nipples, the guard rubbed the sensitive nubs between his greasy digits. He was playing rough, slapping her breasts back and forth. When he grew tired of beating her breasts, he circled her large aureoles with his index finger, paying careful attention to the tiny chill bumps forming on the pink flesh.

When the guard was done mauling her tits, he inched forward and slid his cock between her swollen globes. With a quick spat, he lubricated his cock enough to glide it in and out of her abundant cleavage. Writhing on her chest, he kneaded her breasts with his rough hands and dug his fingers deep into her reddened flesh. The feeling of his hard cock between here tits was not comforting. There was a burning sensation building between her cleavage and Felicia could feel his hairy sac rubbing into her breastbone. At one point, the guard's cock tapped her chin and she wished she could just bite it off. When would this end?

"I think you need to be fucked!" he hollered, panting hard for breath. "Get up!"

The guard rose off of Felicia and regained his balance on the interrogation table. Felicia pulled herself up, observing the red streak between her breasts. It was painful to the touch. Without wavering, the guard grabbed the young woman by her hips and positioned her in front of the table. Pushing on her lower back, the Black Cat leaned into the table and felt the steel surface greet her already tender breasts. The only way she could remain poise was to spread her legs, opening her pussy for the guard to see.

"I guess you're ready," he attempted to say, still catching his breath from the assault on his captive's tits. Felicia gripped the edge of the table, hoping that it would provide her some relief for what was about to happen.

At first, she didn't feel much of anything. The guard was stroking his cock against the tight skin of her ass. She found this strange, because it felt as if he was spanking her with his dick. She could hear the audible smack and the laughter bellow from within his massive gut. Closing her eyes, she awaited his cock to enter.

He began by examining her tiny hole with his cock, pressing against the lips of her slit. She was a little wet from him fondling her breasts, but that was no indication that she was enjoying anything this man had to offer. He dabbed the head of his member in her juices, smiling at the sight of the cunt he was about to conquer. Felicia assumed that he must have been a virgin, because he didn't seem to have a clue as to where his cock needed to go.

After poking around for a few minutes, he slammed his cock into her pussy without even the slightest bit of warning. She writhed in pain, feeling the walls of her pussy expand to fit his dick. He must have been enjoying the involuntary contractions of her sex, because he paused and let it remain inside of her after entering. He then pulled all the way out and observed the way his cock gleamed in the light. It must have been fascinating to see an actual woman's juices sparkling along the veins of his erect member. Felicia lowered her head-- shocked that she was being taken this way. The guard entered her again, this time pushing in as deep as he could go. His cock was not very big, but it still hurt Felicia due to the lack of stimulation. She tried not to scream in pain, but the rigid feeling of his cock was causing her to thrash about.

Thankfully, the guard started pumping in and out of her—something he likely learned from watching millions of hours of porn films. Once he started building up a rhythm, the friction became less and she could feel her body respond to the pounding she was receiving. It wasn't pleasurable by any means of the word, but it did stop her from wanting to scream in agony.

"Your pussy is tight," the guard said with a huff. "How many men have fucked this shit?"

Felicia did not answer, trying to avoid saying anything to her captor while he violated her. That's when she felt his hands rip at her brown hair.

"Ahh!" she screamed, feeling her short locks being torn from her skull.

"Answer me!" he demanded, still grinding against her ass. Felicia gave in and lied.

"Five," she said, trying to think of a reasonable lie.

"Well now you've been with six," he yelled, slapping hard against her left ass cheek. "Who's the best?"

Felicia didn't answer and received the same treatment as before. He pulled her hair and she let out a shriek.

"You're the best!" she unwillingly answered.

"That's a good girl," he said. "Now put this back on. I want to go back to fucking the Black Cat."

He handed her the wig and she subserviently put it back on her head. It probably didn't look right, but she didn't care. All she knew was that he could pull this hair all he wanted and he wouldn't get the same response.

"I like getting you from behind, but I want to see your face as you're getting the fuck of your life."

"How the hell are you going to do that?" Black Cat protested. "You won't unclasp my leg." The guard lifted the chained woman onto the table and proceeded to tug off her left boot. He threw the fur coated boot against the door, then guided her silky leg out of her pants. Her entire costume now rested at her right ankle.

"Do you know how stupid this looks?" she exclaimed.

"I don't give a damn how it looks. I just want to watch you while I fuck that hot cunt of yours."

He pushed her against the table, spreading her legs in front of his face. This was the first time he had actually looked at her pussy, which is why a sudden silence filled the room. He stared at it in a childlike awe, perplexed at what he was before his eyes. Felicia prayed that he didn't start touching her.

Her prayers were answered when the guard mounted her instead of toying with things he knew nothing about. She felt his cock penetrate her lips and could see nothing but the eyes of her captor fixated on her own. He was so unattractive, gyrating his large hips back and forth inside her wet pussy. She showed no resistance or emotion, letting him do what he pleased. He grabbed at her breasts and rubbed his oily hands on her face, reminding her that he was in control.

After several minutes of stabbing her cunt, the guard let off and motioned for Felicia to get back on her knees. She attempted to gracefully get off the table, but the awkwardness of her clothing made her lose her balance and fall to the floor. She knelt on all fours, her captor instantly taking advantage. He knelt down and his cock was back inside, pummeling away.

"Now you're more like a cat," he said in an obnoxious voice. "Put your cat ears back on and meow for me."

The guard slapped the ear shaped mask onto her head and gave her bare ass a hefty spank.

"Meow for me bitch!" he demanded as his grip grew tighter on her hips.

Felicia took a deep breath and made a muffled cat sound under her breath.

"Louder slut!" he yelled.

Tears were swelling in her eyes, because she knew she was broken.

"Meow," she purred, trying not to let her captor see her pain. The guard's cock was beginning to throb inside and she knew what was about to happen. No way was she letting this bastard finish inside of her, but she got the impression he was thinking the same thing.

"On your knees," the guard commanded, bringing his cock eye level with the young woman's face. He noticed her tear stained cheeks and couldn't help but comment.

"You've got nothing to cry about!" he explained. "You're not going to be killed and you've received the best fucking you're ever going to get. Now open your mouth." Felicia was compliant, opening her mouth and allowing the guard to shove his cock far into the back of her throat. She could taste herself on his pulsating member, her sweet juices mixed with the animal sweat of her captor.

"I bet you know how to suck some balls," he commented. "Why don't you get down there?"

Her pride completely shattered, she led her tongue down the length of the guard's shaft and began to flick at the repulsive mass of hair and sweat that was his testicles.

"Don't just lick them!" he yelled.

Trying to avoid more torment, she opened wide and let one of his swollen orbs fall into her mouth. She nestled it between her lips, accidentally making a loud suckling sound.

"You're enjoying that," he said, stroking his manhood inches from her face.

She let the thin skin roll along her tongue, bouncing his ball against the roof of her palette. She made an attempt to inhale his other testicle, but was quickly pulled away when her captor's entire body became tense.

"You are going to take every bit of this," he bawled. "Open that pretty hole of yours."

She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, waiting for what was to come. The guard moved in tight against her face, resting the very tip of his cockhead on end of her tongue. He jerked himself, intentionally banging his fist into Felicia's chin. She obediently knelt there and submitted.

With a roar from the guard, cum spewed out of his cock and shot right into Felicia Hardy's waiting mouth. It landed on her tongue, a large amount of it rushing to the back of her throat. The Black Cat gagged, spitting out the messy concoction and causing it to drip from her lips to her large breasts. A second load blasted her face, the sticky fluid dangling from her chin. She was covered in her captor's cum.

"That's picture perfect," said the guard, catching his breath. He sat back in the folding chair and let out a sigh of relief. "I can't believe I just fucked the Black Cat."

Mesmerized by what had just happened, Felicia remained on her knees and didn't say a word. She could feel the cum trickling down her skin, but was unsure of how to react or what to do.

"A deal is a deal," the guard said wholeheartedly. "I guess I have to let you go."

Felicia was still stunned. Was this really over? Did he have other plans?

"I hope it was as good for you as it was for me," the guard said as he retrieved his clothing. He got dressed and continued to stare at his overwhelmed captive.

After several minutes, Felicia regained her composure and stood up. She immediately felt the soreness of her sex. The guard had done a number on her pussy and she would be feeling it for the next couple of hours. The guard handed her a tissue, which she used to wipe herself off. Once clean, she pulled up her costume and checked to make sure everything was where it needed to be.

"Where's my belt?" she asked insincerely.

"It's in my locker," he replied. "When I leave the room, I'll undo the clasp around your leg and get your belt. You'll hear a loud click when the door is unlocked, which means you are free to go. Your belt will be waiting in the hall."

"What's to stop me from kicking your ass once you've unhooked me?" she asked in an unyielding tone.

"This whole thing was videotaped. You see that wall?"

Felicia nodded.

"That wall is a lot like a two-way mirror.

There's a tape running on the other side for when we have to contain unruly business partners and the like. If you so much as lay a finger on me or anyone else, that tape will be everywhere."

Felicia's heart raced, thinking about all of the information contained on that tape. If it made its way to the wrong person's hands, they would know that the Black Cat and Felicia Hardy are one and the same.

"So now do you understand why you can't kill me?"

"Yes," she uttered. The guard took a small device from his belt and the clasp around Felicia's leg fell to the floor. Within seconds, he unlocked the door with another device and sealed it closed.

He was still in fear. After all he had done to her, he was still afraid.

A few minutes later, she heard the door click and that's when she made her escape. The belt was waiting in the hall, along with the tablet Felicia had stolen earlier. How strange she thought to herself, but then she realized it was just a way for the guard to cover his own ass. After all, if he found the tablet but no culprit, they would probably accuse him of stealing it himself.

Felicia crept along the hallway, hoping to find a door to the other side of that wall. Unfortunately for her, there wasn't one. Without hope, she stole away into the early morning.

....................

"Sam, where have you been?" Daniel said as a uniformed guard approached the security hub on floor twelve.

"You wouldn't believe what I've been up to. You know that security breach earlier tonight?"

"Yeah. We never found the guy."

"It wasn't a guy. It was that cat burglar everyone's been talking about in the paper."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious. I caught her peeping around office 1204."

"There's nothing in there."

"I know. She was holding some piece of rock, so I knocked her out and took her down to the interrogation room."

"This is already getting good."

"It gets better. So I tell her that Mr. Fisk, you know, that fat ass that owns this building.

"Yeah. I've heard of Fisk."

"Well, anyway, I tell her that Fisk will force her into sexual slavery for stealing his things."

"You're kidding me."

"Nah man. I tell her that Fisk will dominate her for months, then pass her off to his friends if she doesn't do what I tell her."

"Well what happened?"

"We fucked."

"No way."

"And the great part is, she actually believed every bit of what I said."