Catskratch Fevered

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The vent cover made a slight thud as it dropped against the wall. Catskratch cringed at the sound, but the string she'd tied to it before forcing it loose kept it from creating an even louder noise had it crashed onto the floor.

Waiting a few moments to see if anyone noticed, she slipped out of the duct, landing silently on the concrete floor. Catskratch took a moment to stretch her limbs. She hated the claustrophobic nature of crawling through ventilation systems, but it was usually the easiest way to enter a building undetected.

She took another moment to straighten her unitard which was pinching the grey fur covering her body. While the magical ritual that transformed her into a cat-human hybrid had given her abilities far beyond normal humans, it was the little annoyances that got to her. Her ears twitched side-to-side, searching for any threat.

Satisfied she hadn't been discovered, she dropped to all fours and darted down the hallway searching for her target. Her employer, BHI (Bounty Hunters International), tasked her with tracking down Edward "Eddie" Kenner, a two-bit hood who was implicated in several high-profile kidnappings. How someone like Eddie had succeeded so far was a mystery, but his rap sheet indicated he would likely rat out whoever he was working for if there was even the slightest chance of saving himself.

Catskratch caught Eddie's scent and quickened her pace. As she rounded a corner, she thought she saw small glints of light in the air. She realized too late, however, running into a near-invisible web of fibers strung across the hallway. The fibers were slightly elastic, and as she bounded into them, they snapped loose from the wall and wrapped around her. Worse, the fibers were coated with an adhesive that stuck to her fur, and the more she tried to work her way free, the more entangled she became.

Catskratch popped her claws and tried to cut her way free, but the fibers were clinging tightly to her, and her arms were too wrapped up to get decent leverage against them.

Her escape attempts were interrupted by three pairs of footsteps casually walking down the hallway. Catskratch did her best to spin around to face the threat and realized too late she was in deeper trouble than she originally thought.

There was Eddie, all right, as well as his frequent accomplice, Murphy Saint, but behind the two of them was a tall figure in a red and black armored suit with a faceless helmet. BHI had a dossier on this man, and it was scary.

"Bindermax..." Catskratch gasped.

Eddie and Murphy moved aside to allow their leader to step forward.

"I see my reputation proceeds me," Bindermax said, crouching for a better look at his captive. "Now, who might you be, and more importantly, who sent you?"

Although she was currently at a disadvantage, Catskratch put up an air of bravado. "Look, I'm just here to bring in Eddie. I couldn't care less what you're up to. Let me walk out of here with Eddie and you can go about your business."

Bindermax grunted. "How cute. I will repeat myself one more time. Who are you, and who sent you?"

"Go to hell," spat Catskratch.

Bindermax rose back up to full height. "Young lady, you are the one who will be getting a taste of hell." He pointed his arm at Catskratch, and a small tube extended from the wrist. A dart shot out and stuck into her abdomen.

"Ow, you prick!" shouted Catskratch. "When I get loose I'm gonna..."

Catskratch never got to finish her sentence as the fast-acting tranquilizer in the dart sent the catgirl into a sound sleep.

Bindermax engaged another tube in his armor. This one sprayed a gas that dissolved the fibers, freeing Catskratch in a matter of seconds.

"Bring her down to Cell H, and we shall see how long her insolence lasts," ordered Bindermax as he strode down the hallway.

Eddie and Murphy shrugged, picked up Catskratch, and followed their leader.


"Place her face-down on the table," ordered Bindermax as his goons brought the unconscious heroine into the windowless room.

Bindermax took three sets of handcuffs from a wall-mounted container and cuffed Catskratch's wrists behind her back. Then he used the second pair to chain her ankles together. Bindermax pulled Catskratch's legs back and used the third to connect her ankles to her wrists. Returning to the container, he retrieved a head harness and placed around Catskratch's head. The harness featured a metal bit that he centered in her mouth before tightening all the straps.

Finally, he retrieved a chain and two small padlocks from the container and attached one end to the ring on top of the head harness. The other he attached to the middle of the cuff chain connecting her wrists and ankles.

Bindermax walked over to a wall panel with two buttons. He pressed the lower button and a cable with a hook descended from the ceiling. He looped the long chain over the hook and then pressed the upper button. The hook began to rise, tightening the chain. Catskratch's knees lifted off the table, and her head was pulled up and back until it was facing forward.

"She should wake up in around fifteen minutes," said Bindermax, "so we will return in two hours to see if she wishes to cooperate. If not, we may have to provide her some additional 'motivation'."

The men left, locking the door behind them.


As the drug wore off, Catskratch's eyes opened.

"Unnh... Wha haffen?" stammered the heroine.

Quickly, she became aware of the tension on her limbs. She tried thrashing free, but realized every move of her arms or legs pulled against her head and vice versa.

Drool rolling out of her mouth, she tried looking at her bonds, but the pressure on her neck kept her from moving very far. She reached up with her claws, but realized they were ineffective against the hardened steel binding her limbs. Her tail was still free, so she tried to get into the head harness, but it was too tight to get any leverage.

Realizing how helpless she was, her first instinct was anger.

"RET NE GO!" she growled at the empty room. "REN I GED HREE OU GONNA REGED DIF!"

No one responded, however, and all Catskratch managed to do was accelerate the drool flowing from her mouth. The prolonged contortion finally began to weaken her, and she realized all she could do at this point was wait for her captors' return.


Bindermax returned to the cell alone. Seeing Catskratch's body glistening with sweat and noticing the puddle of saliva below her head, a smile formed behind his helmet.

"I see you've been busy, my little catgirl," he observed.

*HUCK OU!" swore Catskratch.

"You have quite the mouth on you, little kitty," muttered Bindermax. "Surely you've realized you aren't going anywhere. Perhaps you'd care to answer my questions now?"

"Ren I ged hree, ou're dead," groaned Catskratch.

"There's your first problem," Bindermax said. "You're not getting free unless I allow it. So I ask you one last time -- who are you, and who sent you?"

Catskratch just growled in response.

"So be it," conceded Bindermax. He reached forward and grabbed Catskratch's shoulder with his gauntlet. He engaged a jolt of electricity into her body.

Catskratch screamed in pain before passing out.


Ugh... not again, thought Catskratch as she woke up.

The pressure on her neck and limbs was gone, but it was replaced with completely different sensation. The room she was in currently was pitch black, but she could feel steel bands surrounding her body on all sides. She wasn't sure, but it felt like she was in some kind of metal frame that was formed perfectly to her body. She was upright, her hands pinned to her sides and her legs pressed together. There was nothing around her hands, but she couldn't move her arms even an inch.

Likewise, the body cage kept her head from moving, and she could feel a rubber ball in her mouth. She tried to push it out, but a steel band covered her mouth from the bottom of her nose to the middle of her chin, and there was nowhere for it to go.

Catskratch thrashed, and she felt a swinging sensation.

Great... Now I'm hanging like a potted plant, she thought.

Then it dawned on her that she was also naked.

"GODDANNID, OU BERVERD!" she screamed.

Catskratch continued to thrash, trying to find any weakness in the cage, but all it did was swing back and forth.

Then she heard a click, followed by a humming sound. Due to the darkness and immobility, she hadn't noticed the device pressing against her groin, but she became acutely aware when it started vibrating.

"NGGGGH!" she groaned.

Oh god, she pleaded in her brain, please not this...

In her immobile and blind state, all Catskratch could focus on was the sensation between her legs. The vibrator's speed oscillated at random intervals, and in moments, she exploded in climax.

The vibrator, however, wasn't capable of noticing and continued its assault on Catskratch's vagina. Drool rolled down her chin and between her bare breasts, and her thighs began to moisten with the fluids leaking out of her.

The mechanical attack on her pussy continued, nearly driving the heroine mad. Catskratch began to lose track of time, and the stimulation seemed like it would never end. Finally, Catskratch heard another click, and the sensation stopped.

Covered in sweat, saliva, and her own secretions, Catskratch tried catching her breath. The ball inside and metal band covering her mouth forced her to do most of her breathing through her nose. Her hyper-acute sense of smell was overwhelmed by the scents of her own arousal.

Catskratch felt dirty. Not only had Bindermax imprisoned her body, but he'd also managed to turn it against her. If she didn't find a way out of here, there was no telling what was going to happen.

Rather than trying to force her way free, Catskratch tried to gently twist her limbs in an attempt to achieve some kind of mobility. The body cage was too tight, however, and she didn't get anywhere.

Then she heard another click.

Oh no! Catskratch panicked as the vibration began anew.


The scene repeated itself several more times, and Catskratch finally realized the vibrator was turning on and off on alternating hours. She guessed that Bindermax and his goons had likely gone to bed for the night, leaving her to suffer in forced ecstasy until they returned in the morning.


The sheer exaustion caused by her captivity and assualt allowed Catskratch to fall asleep during a few of the off-hours. As she was recovering from the fifth iteration of the vibrator, she was interrupted by the room filling with a blinding light.

As her eyes adjusted to the brightness, she realized her assessment was correct. She was encased in a set of intertwined metal bands and hanging from the ceiling. She heard a door unlock, and Bindermax entered the room, carrying a tripod-mounted camera and another item Catskratch couldn't make out. He placed the tripod across the room and pointed the camera at her.

Looking down at the puddle of Catskratch's fluids on the floor beneath her, he commented, "It seems you had a busy night."

Catskratch growled and thrashed, swinging the cage.

"I take it you aren't ready to talk yet?" he asked.

"I GUNNA GILL OU!" screamed Catskratch.

"How disappointing," Bindermax replied. "No matter... Perhaps a bit of humiliation is in order."

He showed the other item to Catskratch. It was a set of nipple clamps connected by a chain. On the chain was a placard that read "USELESS".

"I think this accurately describes you right now," he observed as he walked toward her.

"DON' OU DARE!" Catskratch screamed.

Ignoring her, Bindermax affixed the clamps on Catskratch's nipples, making her scream loudly in pain. Then he walked back to the camera.

"Your hour of respite is almost up," he said, pressing the Record button. "I'm going to record you suffering in your own bliss and send the video around to see who responds. See you in an hour." Then he left the room.

No sooner had Bindermax left than the dreaded click sounded again.

The recording indicator light silently taunted Catskratch as the orgasmic onslaught reduced the typically indomitable heroine to a victim of her own desire. The new sensation of pain from her nipples mixed with the pleasure in her pussy, further enhancing the helplessness Catskratch felt. The high-definition camera captured every second of her muffled groans as she came again and again.


True to his word, moments after the vibrator clicked off, Bindermax returned to the room. He walked over to the camera and turned it off.

"I was watching the live feed, and you put on quite the show," he gloated.

Catskratch was too exhausted to do anything but glare as she tried to fight back the tears. She didn't want Bindermax to realize she was nearly broken at this point.

The villain walked up to Catskratch and removed the clamps on her nipples. The sudden rush of pain as blood returned to her erect nubs caused Catskratch to moan.

Bindermax walked behind Catskratch and she felt him fish a collar between the metal bands and clamp it around her neck.

"You're probably bored with this position by now, so we're going to try something new. I'm tired of having to carry you everywhere, though, so I'm going to let you walk to your new cell under your own power. I'm going to open the cage, and you're going to drop to all fours and await instructions like a good little pet. If you don't..." Bindermax pressed a button on his gauntlet.

A jolt of electricity surged through the collar and Catskratch screamed into her gag.

"That was setting one," Bindermax stated. "It goes all the way up to ten."

Catskratch clenched her watery eyes, and moaned softly in assent.

Bindermax pressed another button, and the cage opened. Catskratch fell forward, landing roughly on the floor. Her muscles were stiff from being immobilized for so many hours, and when combined with the exhaustion of her prolonged sexual assaults, she wasn't sure she could fight back even if she wanted to. She spat the ball in her mouth out and lay panting, trying to formulate an escape plan.

"I should make you put the ball back in your mouth, little pussycat, but I'm feeling extraordinarily generous at the moment," scolded Bindermax. "I wouldn't advise taking any such liberties in the future, though."

Catskratch grunted, glad that Bindermax hadn't used the shock collar again. Her mind raced. She might be faster than him, but if she attacked, his armored suit would prevent her claws from doing any real damage. If she ran, there was no telling what the range on the collar was. For now, she had to comply.

"I think you've rested enough," said Bindermax. "Up on all fours, and we're going to Cell F. You will find it across the hall one door down on your left."

Catskratch did as she was told, taking care not to make any sudden movements. She went out to the hallway and saw a door reading "Cell D". As Bindermax said, Cell F was one room down. The door was ajar, and Catskratch crawled into it.

Again, this was a spartan room. The only thing inside was a metal chair in the center of the room. It was bolted to the floor and there was a pair of two-inch thick plates at the top of the backrest and at the front legs of the chair.

She heard Bindermax press a button, and the plates spit in half vertically and opened. She saw the upper plate had a large groove in its center with two smaller ones on either side, while the lower plate only had two grooves. It quickly became apparent what those were for.

"Please have a seat," said Bindermax. "I think you can figure out how to position yourself."

"No way, you sick freak!" Catskratch protested. "There's no way I'm going to... AAAAARRRGH!!!"

A jolt of electricity, more intense than the first, surged from the shock collar into the feline bounty hunter.

"That was setting two," remarked Bindermax. "Get in the chair, or we'll try setting three."

When her muscles stopped twitching, Catskratch got to her feet and climbed into the chair. She placed her neck into the large groove of the upper plate and her wrists into the smaller ones. Then she placed her ankles in the grooves of the lower one. Once she was positioned, the plates closed, pinning her in place. A series of clanks indicated some kind of internal locking mechanism, and Catskratch knew there would be no escaping under her own power.

"The 'F' initially stood for 'Film', but I've since upgraded to digital," stated Bindermax. "I should probably move this to Cell M for 'Movie', but... I won't ruin the surprise in case we go there later."

The lights in the room dimmed, and all four walls filled with the video Bindermax recorded earlier of Catskratch squirming in the cage.

"In addition to sending this out to certain parties, I took the liberty of uploading it to Pornhub, xHamster, and several of the other major free pornographic video sites," said Bindermax. "If you'll notice the two numbers at the bottom of the screen, the left is the number of views while the right is the number of likes it's getting."

Catskratch was horrified. "Why would you do this to me?!" she screamed.

"Because I can," Bindermax replied. Without another word, he left the room and shut the door. At this point, the speakers turned on, filling the room with Catskratch's orgiastic moans.

The video had already received almost two thousand views and Catskratch was nearly in tears as the number continued to climb. Worse, seeing and hearing herself in the throes of ecstasy while utterly helpless and humiliated was beginning to turn her on.

"What's happening to me?" she asked the empty room.


Naturally, Bindermax had set the movie to loop when it finished. Now on its third iteration, Catskratch was over ten thousand views and nearly eight thousand likes.

How many perverts are there in this world? she wondered.

Suddenly the video shut off. She heard the door open, and in walked Bindermax with Eddie and Murphy followed behind. Eddie wheeled in a large crate on a two-wheeled cart while Murphy carried a box.

"I have good news and bad news," said Bindermax. "Which would you like first?"

"Surprise me," growled Catskratch, secretly afraid of either option.

"The bad news is you're going to be leaving us, dear Catskratch," replied Bindermax.

Catskratch's ears perked up at the possibility of freedom. Then it hit her that Bindermax called her by name.

"Yes, I know who you are now," said Bindermax. "Your employer, BHI, responded to my inquiries, and told me who you were and how you ended up here. The good news is they've agreed to pay me ten thousand dollars for your safe return."

Catskratch's heart sunk. While she was grateful BHI thought highly enough of her to pay that kind of ransom, she was going to catch all kinds of hell when she returned to the office.

"So when does the exchange occur?" Catskratch asked.

Bindermax laughed. "Oh, there's no formal exchange! BHI is wiring the money to my account as we speak, and I'm mailing you back to them!"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" screamed Catskratch. "AFTER EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE TO ME ALREADY, YOU'RE GOING TO.... AAAAAARRRRRGGHHH!!!"

Bindermax engaged setting five on the shock collar and held it. In a few seconds, the electricity stunned Catskratch into unconsciousness.

"That mouth of hers is very unbecoming," commented Bindermax.

The plates disengaged, and Murphy lifted Catskratch out of the chair. Eddie, meanwhile, removed the north and south sides of the crate. Catskratch was placed on the floor, and Bindermax opened the box Murphy brought in.

After removing the shock collar, Bindermax stuffed Catskratch's mouth with several rags and wrapped her head and mouth with several feet of gauze. Then he took out a leather hood he'd modified to accommodate Catskratch's ears and placed it over her head, belting it in place. The hood covered everything but her ears and nostrils, ensuring she wouldn't be able to see or dislodge the gag.

Murphy meanwhile, attached some four-inch manacles to Catskratch's ankles. They were connected by a single link of chain. Then he attached a matching set to Catskratch's wrists. Bindermax didn't want Catskratch scratching out the soundproofing on the crate, so he balled Catskratch's hands into fists and encased them in several layers of duct tape.

Catskratch was maneuvered into the box so her back was to the east side between two rings on either side of her waist and under a ring in the upper corner. On the west side, rings were mounted in the upper and lower corners. Catskratch's knees were bent in order for her legs to fit inside the box, and Bindermax ran a short chain through the ring and attached it with a padlock to the link on her manacles. He repeated the process with Catskratch's wrist manacles on the upper ring.

Another chain was run through the rings by Catskratch's waist and pulled tight. The final chain connected a ring in the hood with the ring over her head. Her tail was pushed underneath her and run up between her calves. Bindermax wrapped one belt around her thighs and tail and another around her elbows, knees, and tail, tightening them both until completely snug.

Eddie replaced the north side of the box, while Bindermax revived Catskratch with some smelling salts.

"MMMGG! MMMGG!" moaned Catskratch as she came to and realized she couldn't see or move.

"I didn't want to see you off without saying good-bye," said Bindermax. "I've already spoken to your employers about this, but I'll reiterate to you as well. Forget where my lair is and how you found it, because if I ever catch you in here again, I'm not going to treat you as nicely."

He paused for a second, letting the implications of his statement set in.

"Of course, BHI never specified same-day delivery," Bindermax continued, "so I'm opting for a less expensive option. Since we're in adjacent cities, you shouldn't be in transit for more than a day -- two at the most."

Furious, Catskratch thrashed, but all she accomplished was verifying how tightly she was bound.

Bindermax finished up by saying, "Of course, I couldn't let you go without a souvenir." He reached into the box and pulled out a vibrating egg toy. With some moderate difficulty, he worked it between Catskratch's legs and into her vagina. "I'll put it on the variable setting for you to start. If that doesn't work for you, feel free to adjust the setting with the remote."

He turned on the egg, sending vibrating pulses into Catskratch's pussy, eliciting muffled cries from the defeated heroine. Then he laid the remote on her lap.

"Box her up, Eddie, and take her to the Parcel Express drop-off," ordered Bindermax. "Good-bye, Catskratch. Pray we never meet again."

Catskratch heard the box being sealed and moaned in despair. Not only was she going to be immobilized for a day (or longer) while being sexually pleasured, but when she did arrive, her bosses were going to find her bound, naked, and dripping. Undeniably, this was the most humiliating experience in her lifetime. Nothing could be any worse.

...unless Eddie put the "This End Up" stickers facing the wrong direction.

The End

 


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