 At this point, I honestly believe I’m cursed.

 It started off as a perfectly average Saturday. It was late in the afternoon and I had just returned to my apartment from doing a bit of grocery shopping.
 I was happy to find it was perfect weather outside for my favourite outfit, jeans and a short-sleeved red hoodie over a simple white shirt.
 Not that my fashion mattered particular much, because I soon found out I wouldn’t be wearing it for much longer, not with the un-invited guest I discovered sat upon my couch, much to my surprise, shock and dismay.
 
 There she was again, practically having draped herself over my sofa: Alicia, the catburglar with a passion for subjecting her victims to intricate bondage and endless sensual torment, with me as her latest favourite plaything.
 She was dressed in her usual attire of a purple top, a short black skirt, a pair of thigh-high white stocking, a blue silk scarf with polka dots around her neck and her trademark lustful smirk plastered on her muzzle.
 “Ah, Rutger, sweetie.” She chuckled, a devious purr in her voice. “ You must excuse me for letting myself in, you were out and I had no idea when you would return.”
 Nonsense, of course, Alicia was nothing if not thorough in her preparation, she probably had my arrival pinpointed to the minute.

 In hindsight, I could’ve easily turned tail and ran, but why the hell didn’t I?
 To be quite honest, probably because part of me was intrigued, genuinely curious as to what plans the feline thief had in store for me.
 Against all better judgement, I closed the door behind me and sat on a chair next to her, hoping the cat would break the uneasy tension and speak up first.
 “Ah, glad to see you’re accepting my invitation. Perhaps you’re more willing than you think?”
 I didn’t want to answer her question, lest of all admit that she may have had a point.

 Meanwhile, the intruder stood up and walked over behind my chair, swaying her hips in a sultry manner and purring with delight.
 A shiver went tip from my ears to the last stripe on my tail when she bent over and put her paws on my waist, slowly pulling my shirt over my head.
 For some reason, obeyed her demands to remove my pants and shoes myself, all the while she gleefully admired my stripping  myself in front of her.
 Was I really that into her kinky schemes?
 Don’t get me wrong, she had made me realise that I had a massive bondage kink, which I and Faye have been enjoying ever since, but with Alicia… she tends to care little about my opinion in the matters.
 I mean, I didn’t really agree to a session with her just now, did I? 
 “Now why don’t you come sit down with me, hmmm?” She purred with delight as she guided me to the sofa, with me following her commands blindly, completely enthralled.

 With noticeably less force, the feline captor folded my arms behind my back and soon I felt the familiar feeling of soft cotton rope being wrapped around my crossed wrists, tightly binding them together.
 Alicia’s soft purr of delight filled my ears  as went about her business, looping more ropes around my chest and upper arms, tightly cinching the bindings and pinning my arms to my torso.
 Even if I’d tried to escape, it was of no use now.
 I was once more  at the villainous feline’s mercy.


 Her devious once more stepped into my view as she kneeled before me to tie my legs.
 “Are you enjoying yourself?” She chuckled while forcing me to sit in a lotus position. “I hope you are, because I’ve taken special precautions to give us an extra-long time together.”

 My heart sank. “Wh-what kind of precautions? What are you talk-”
 The kinky catburglar smirked as she watched fear explode over my face, as I arrived at the desired conclusion myself.
 My girlfriend Faye was supposed to come over tonight, immediately after her visit to her friend Jude Haddock (mutual friend, really).
 Alicia would use her uncanny knowledge of her victim’s agenda to work such visitors into her schemes, having them free the subject and clean up the mess long after she left.
 Which means that if she deliberately removed my would-be rescuer from the picture, I was in for the long haul.
 “So, where did you leave Faye? Tied to her bed? Locked in the trunk of her car? Left in some dank alleyway- mmmph!?” Alicia seemed to care little for my inquiry, interrupting my questions with a large wadded silk scarf.
 I could only let out the usual muffled protests as her deft slender fingers pushed and prodded the oversized silky packing into the corners of my mouth.
 
“That’s enough interrogation, thank you very much.” The devious feline answered while tirelessly working to cram every inch of fabric into my poor muzzle. “But if you must know, I simply crashed the delightful get-together your ferret was having with that adorable bunny girl, Jude. Did I ever tell you that miss Haddock and I are old acquaintances?”
 It was very unsettling to hear Alicia go off on such a tangent. As if she was driving the point home that she had all the time in world, basically stressing that she basically owned me now.
 Also not helping to put my mind at ease was the smaller scarf she was tightly tying between my stuffed lips, securing the silk stuffing in my mouth.
 “Yep, she once was one of my very first victims after my return to the burglary game.”  The feline intruder happily continued her story while searching her bag for more gagging materials. “I must admit that I was just as surprised to see her again as she was. Such a small world.”
 I grunted in annoyance as she yanked the knot of a scarf she had draped over my mouth and nose cruelly tight. 
 “Anyway, I’ve secured the both of them to their chairs quite thoroughly.” The purring mistress boasted. “They won’t be able to reach us for quite some time.”
 She got out her phone and waved it around with an exceptionally large smirk. She obviously was very pleased with her plan. “And even if they do get out sooner than I anticipated, unlikely as it may be, I’ve hidden a little motion sensor in front of their door, which will send a notification to my phone and give me ample time to make my escape. Quite ingenious if I do say so myself.”
 My heart had sunk into my knees at this point, unable to shake the thought that I’d be forced to spend the rest of my life, or at the very least the weekend, as Alicia’s kinky plaything.

 Speaking of knees, my captor was winding extra ropes around them and securing them to the ropes that bound my upper arms to my torso, making it impossible for me to get out of the lotus position and forcing me to bend forward a bit.
 It was kind of an odd way of sitting, a slightly hunched over lotus position, but obviously my kidnapper had her reasons for tying me this way and I tried not to think what they could possibly be.
 “Hmmph! Whmm hmpg bmmg mhmmph?” Sadly, I wasn’t really capable of getting a question through my gag and in fact, I only made matters worse for myself as the feline intruder grabbed a ballgag from her bag in response. “Mwmmm… fmhg.”
 How Alicia thought she could fit in that red rubber orb while my mouth was already stuffed with large amounts of silk fabric was beyond me, but that didn’t stop her from pressing it against my scarf-covered maw.
 “Don’t struggle so much. Surely, that cute muzzle of yours must be used to this about now.” She purred happily as worked the ballgag into place, pressing the silk packing deeper into my mouth and pushing the scarves that were tied over my face into my maw as well. “Mmmphgrr! Mmmhh!!”
 “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, honey. Especially if you take such big bites as you!” The feline burglar’s sense of humour definitely hadn’t improved since we last met.
 Case in point: she found the shocked expression I made when I managed to recover from the invasion of my poor muzzle and saw her holding three more scarves utterly hilarious.
 Two of those soft silky cloths where swiftly and snugly tied over my lower face, while the last one was folded into a thinner band and tied just over my gagged lips, pressing all the padding against my mouth and, worst of all, putting extra pressure on my ballgag. “Grmmpg! Hmmph. Mmmmph…”

 The sensation being gagged so thoroughly made it very difficult to think straight as my mind started to get foggy with arousal. ”Mmmmmnnph…”
 My captor meanwhile simply smiled at her handiwork. “See, I knew you would start enjoying yourself!”
 It took me a while to realise the kinky cat was pointing at my nethers and a quick glance downwards revealed that, much to my dismay, my member was presenting itself like a proudly waving flag, or rather the pole that comes with it.
 “Grmmmmphnn…” I grunted in displeasure as my body had betrayed my interests, ones which I so far only chose to share with Faye.
 But of course, Faye was a bit tied up at the moment, and I was left with a devious feline ready to take full advantage of my arousal.

 Alicia kneeled in front of me and reached for my erect shaft, slowly but firmly clasping her slender, gloved paws around it. “Mmmmggrrpphh…”
 Her deft fingers slowly started stroking and caressing me, working her way from my tip to my base and back up again.
 “See, that’s what I like so much about you, my sweet little ringtail.” The kinky feline spoke to me in her trademark devious purr that oozed with lust. ”When push comes to shove, you want nothing more than to be my prisoner. Once you’re done with your complaining and protesting, you just turn into a sweet warm putty in my paws.”
 The bad part was that, well, she wasn’t wrong. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying myself: Her sensual massaging of my sensitive flesh made me moan and squirm with pleasure.
 I tried to fight it, but slowly, I lost myself in my extacy.
 “That’s right, sweetie, we all know you want nothing else than to be my little pet.” Alicia’s purring taunts continued as he kept stroking me and kept me on edge for what felt like hours with one paw, holding and caressing my body with the other. “Mmmph! Hnnmmm!”
 
 That was until the evil feline suddenly snapped me out of my pleasure-induced trance by pulling her paws away from my shaft and unceremoniously put me aside and stood up from the couch.
 “Grrrmmph!?” I couldn’t help but let out a muffled cry from frustration. I mean, if she’s going make me her prisoner and play with me, she might as well finish the job, right?
 It then occurred to me that leaving her plaything alone was very out of character for Alicia, there must’ve been a reason for suddenly abandoning me.
 The kinky cat’s smirk when I gave her an annoyed, muffled grunt gave me distinct impression that she knew I had grown more savvy about her antics.
 “Awww, looks like you called my bluff. Of course I wouldn’t leave you alone so suddenly, my cute little ringtail, especially since we got so much time left.”
 And then she spoke the words that made my courage drop into my feet and my heart to race even faster with anticipation.
 “Now, let me just get the toy that I saved just for you…”


 I could only helplessly watch as the feline intruder removed her skirt and panties and dug around in her bag, retrieving a stack of small women’s handkerchiefs and large double sided strap-on dildo, which he lubed up with the bottle of jelly she also brought.
 She let out a soft moan as she inserted her end of the toy and strapped it in place.
 Her hips swayed sensually and she licked her lips as she returned to the couch. "Ready, darling?"
“Hmmmmph!?! Mmmmh!!” I had prepared for the worst, getting pegged by Alicia was still something I hadn’t seen coming, so naturally I tried to squirm away as fast as I could (which was at the speed of molasses, basically).
"There, there... don't be shy!" Alicia sat down next to me and gently pulled me onto her lap, slowly letting the lubed-up business end of the strap-on slide into my tailhole.
"Hmmm...." I let out a few uncomfortable moans as I was forcibly mounted on top of my kidnapper. “Mmmg hmmmnn…” It was quite the overwhelming  and, in hindsight, not an all that unpleasant experience, I must admit. “Mmfff…”
 "Of course...I would never forget about your needs" Purring and moaning with delight, the catburglar draped one of the unfolded handkerchiefs over my member, which was pulsing and throbbing with excitement.
 “Hhhmp!?” looks down at it, moaning as I’m once again being massaged by my kinky captress..
“As you can see, I'm just full of surprises..." She gently presses me against her with her free paw, moving her paw up and down my member, basically polishing it, and gently pumping her hips, letting the strap on slide about inside me. "Mmmmhn... doesn't that feel nice?" 

“Ggmph...ggmph...” I moan at each pump. Alicia was right, I was in heaven: unable to escape, call for help or even fight against being pleasured by my beautiful kidnapper and enjoying every second of it, despite my earlier reservations.
 My captor let out several satisfied moans of her own of varying intensities. While she softly continued to tease and please both of my ends, she seemed inclined to delay my climax as long as possible, keeping me on the very edge of orgasming.
 I leaned against her, finally giving up and letting her take me. “Mfff.. .mmpgh... grmph…” Got a bit wet at my tip as well.
"Ahhh... submission to the pleasure... my favourite" My sensual torment seem to continue for hours, edging me to the point I thought I’d go crazy.. The best I could manage is the occasional leak juice, but an actual climax remains just, just out of reach, Causing me to let out a very frustrated moan as I come near the edge again and again. “Grrrmpgh!!!”

"Mmmhn... what do you say, my cute little ringtail? Think you aready to finish?" 
 She didn’t need to tell me twice. “Ymmmph! Pwmmmf!!”
 "Good boy. I must warn you though, this might get a little intense" Alicia purred with anticipation, beginning to increase the speed and intensity of her pumps, quickly sending me to my long awaited climax and when it does hit, it’s with the intensity of a frontal collision with a speeding truck, nearly causing me to pass out.
 “Grrrrmph!!!” I come hard into the cloth Alicia is holding over my shaft.  “Mmmmph....mmmm…”
 “Good boy, little ringtail! But… why should we stop here?” Carelessly, the lustful intruder tossed the sticky wet handkerchief away and grabbed a fresh one from the pile on the table. “We got all night and I’m pretty sure you’ve got plenty more spend.”
 The next few hours were filled with Alicia mercilessly humping and stroking me, bringing both me and herself to many an orgasm, practically milking me dry in the process.

 “My, I thought you’d never run out of juice. I was afraid we’d go through all of our hankies before we’d be done.”
 I sighed in relief as I was finally dismounted from my captor, my rear and loins having gotten pretty sore at this point.
“And right on time too! Looks like your ferret friend managed to get loose and trip the motion sensor. Only took her 5 hours, even.”  I slowly turned my head to see Alicia looking at her phone, smiling in anticipation. “Better get you prepped for her to find.  I mean, who would I be if I didn’t leave you with some entertainment while you wait for your brave rescuer.”
 Oh thank god. I wasn’t sure how much more of the feline’s kinky treatment I could take for today, and this meant I’d be out within the next 90 minutes, unless Faye got stuck in traffic, which would just be my luck, of course.

 My kidnapper stood up from the sofa and removed her strap-on with a laud moan before putting her panties and skirt back on.
 She ruffled some more through her sports bag, purring something about getting me a new toy.
 Said “new toy” came in the form of a ring with a remote attached to it, no explanation was necessary: we just exchanged a significant glance before she folded the last handkerchief, draped it over my quivering shaft and slid the ring around it, letting it rest just under my tip.

 My poor member was already pretty sensitive after Alicia’s milking session, and I was not prepared for the resulting intense sensation when the frisky feline dialled up the ring to the maximum vibration setting.
 “Mmmmmmpppphhggrrrh!!” I squirmed and squealed as the arousal jolted through my body once more, making me fear I might actually pass out from the impending climax.
 The last thing I recall before that happened was Alicia bending herself over my bound form, whispering: “Hmmm… You have fun now, sweetie, and I will see you… next time…”
 Then the orgasm hit, and I was knocked out, entering a trance of pure pleasure, in which I felt I would remain longer and longer with each time I subsequently came.

 When regained my senses I was staring right into the worried faces of a bunny and ferret who were working their butts off trying to unravel  the mess of rope and cloth that secured me.
 Jude and Faye later explained that Alicia forced them to perform  an escape act of their own, and that I’d almost be forced to spend my entire weekend with Alicia if Faye hadn’t managed to break the chair she was tied to and dislodge a few of the ropes that bound her (of which there were plenty, she assured me).
 The franticness with which my rescuers had tried to free themselves so they could come to my aid certainly explained their dishevelled state.
 Alicia’s antics had pretty much drained all of us of our energy, and we soon agreed to just crash onto our bed (for obvious reasons, Jude didn’t feel much for sleeping on the couch) and sleep of our bondage induced exhaustion, too tired to even worry about when the kinky feline burglar would visit us again.

  It felt like we had been curse to be teased and tormented by Alicia for the rest of our lives. I don’t know what Faye would think if she heard me say this, but I wouldn’t mind in the slightest.





Credits:

Story by Rutgerman95/The Awesome Autist (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/rutgerman95/)

Special thanks to Volexe(http://volexe.deviantart.com/) and DarkWraith (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/darkwraith/) for inspiration, feedback and proofreading 

The Characters of Rutger Hiland, Faye Mendez and Alicia Young belong to Rutgerman95.
