“I guess even seasoned burglars need to a little spring-cleaning every once in a while.” Alicia chuckled to herself as she cleaned out her attic, dragging old, dusty, cardboard boxes down to the living room.
“Makes you wonder how much junk I collected in my time.” Curiosity got the better of the cat and she opened up one of the boxes rummaging through the items inside.
Out came an old, out-of-date bottle of lubricant (“Ugh, how long has that been there?”), a cheap set of handcuffs which were quickly thrown away (“Didn’t know I still kept children’s toys”), a small phallic shaped object which was similarly tossed aside (“No thanks, I’ve moved up in the world”) and a leather bodysuit.
“Oh! Now this brings back memories!”

A wave of nostalgia carried the feline back to a time about 15 years ago.
A young woman, just under twenty years of age, wild, provocative and reckless,  living a life of perverted crime.
While Alicia would become significantly more methodical and caring over the years to come, until then, she lived for the thrill, pleasure and a quick profit.
The cat smiled to herself as she recalled her rebellious past self, dressed in tight leather and wearing piercings in… rather unconventional places.
Even then, the kinky catburglar had a habit for taking full advantage of her restrained victims, even more so as lust and greed were her only drive during those younger years.
One of such victims appeared from the fogs of the sensual thief’s memories.

A 30-year-old doe, single, living alone and quite financially secure: a perfect victim for Alicia in any time of her life.
“Oooh, what was her name again?” the catwoman stroked the leather suit as she pondered, trying to recall the identity of her victim and why specifically her memory had chosen to resurface. “Carla? No... Caroline...? Cassie…? Caitlin…? Collee- Colleen! That was it!”
A melancholic smile formed on Alicia’s muzzle. “Ah, Colleen…what impression I must have made on you that night…”

15 YEARS EARLIER…

Colleen had just emerged from a combination bath and shower, using the hot bath to relax her body and muscles, and then the shower to finish cleansing herself after she'd scrubbed her voluptuous body in the now lukewarm water and gotten herself as pleasingly clean as she desired to be.
She'd dried herself off nicely and padded back down the hallway into her bedroom when she noticed that there were some things out of place.
Her computer and flat screen were both unplugged and turned off (with the cords rolled up and put to one side near the tower), as well as a portable stereo and some of her best DVDs and music were stacked up neatly on the desk on the far side of the room that normally was used for the computer itself.
The doe woman let her towel fall to the floor and came in and started looking around, trying to figure out what was going on, when someone crept up behind her and used her own towel to first give her a firm smack on her behind, and as her victim squealed and turned around, the rolled up towel was jammed into her mouth and she was wrestled over to the bed where the black suited individual proceeded to tie the towel behind her head and then bind her wrists together against the small of her back.

Colleen struggled as good as she could, but Alicia had both leverage and was sitting atop the curve of her butt to hold the doe down, as she first got one hand pulled behind her back and slipped it into a pre-made noose of cord, followed by the other hand being given the same treatment.
Once both hands were secure with a good four or five coils of rope and the noose drawn tight and knotted, the feline intruder, wearing a sleek body glove, turned and quickly took care of her ankles by tying them together and then to the side of the frame of the bed.
 The thief slid off the bed and retrieved a shoulder style duffel bag she'd put on the side of one of the nightstand's at the head of the bed ( out of the way so it wouldn't be noticed easily) and then dropped it on the foot of the bed near Colleen's wriggling body.
She unzipped it and let the terrified doe watch as she pulled out two more neatly bundled coils of actual rope, ( the cord was good for a fast tie, but the intruder obviously knew that it would only hold so long against diligent struggles before those knots gave way.. ) a large rubber ball attached to a leather strap and then, after a moment's pause... as she was looking the naked and still slightly damp doe's body up and down... she pulled out several more things that Colleen only got a brief glimpse of as they were put on the far side of the big shoulder duffel.
The leather-clad feline picked up the first coil of rope and undid it and shifted her legs to slip off her footwear, and then return to the bed.
Colleen knew this because when she sat atop her again, making sure to pin her down without actually sitting in such a way that would hurt her, she saw that the catgirl’s feet were now bare.
Her wrists were kept pinned between the assailant’s thighs and every time she wriggled or moved them, she felt the curve of the feline attacker’s nether regions.

Colleen ceased struggling when a few hard and swift, stinging blows landed on her naked rump, as Alicia hissed. “STOP MOVING, or so help me this will be tons more painful than it needs to be...” and more so when she felt a very slight dampness between the catwoman's thighs and realized that her own hands groping around and trying to get free were unintentionally stimulating her captor.
A good six more painful whacks to each of her ass cheeks and Colleen whined and stayed still as her ankles were first untied, and then one by one, each leg was bent and tied in a folded position; first at just below and behind the knee with a good four or so coils of cinched, knotted rope, and then at the ankle to the back of her thigh just under the swell of her stinging buttock, as those coils were likewise drawn snug and knotted tightly.
Once her legs were taken care of, the burglar shifted and turned to face her upper body and started working on her arms and chest.
At first the feline felt Colleen's muscles start to tense up when she was loosening the cord around her wrists, but one more smack to her bottom and a hard digging pinch with her entire hand grabbing as much of the tender meat as she could fill it with; 

“Last warning doe.. you resist one more time and I swear I'll leave you begging for me to go easier on you..”
Colleen nodded slowly and just went limp as her hands were undone and then retied with her palms outward and both were pulled up to the middle of her back as she was then forced to get up onto her folded legs in the middle of the bed.
She watched as the feline looped several lines over and under her own very plump breasts,  then around each shoulder until the whole of the binding came together and with a few tugs here and there, Colleen found herself wearing a chest harness of rope that was squeezing her breasts above and below as well as keeping her hands in the upper middle of her back where her fingers wriggled utterly uselessly as a means of trying to escape.
Two more knots were made in the rope harness just above and below her wrists and then pulled tight, the remaining ends of the rope now hung slack as the feline reached over and retrieved the rubber ball with the black leather strap.
She undid the buckle, held it sideways and pulled the towel out of her mouth, demanding that her victim opened her maw wide.
Colleen meekly obeyed, letting Alicia put the oversized rubber orb into her mouth and force it back as far as she could jam it, making sure the strap was likewise buckled tightly and secure behind her head before she slipped off the bed, giving her a soft push to let the now very helplessly bound doe flop back onto the mattress.
The kinky assailant smiled and walked around the bed, admiring her naked captive, licking her soft lips and rubbing herself with a fingertip as she sized up the panting doe laying on the sheets.
Colleen didn't even try to close her legs, as the rope tie sort of forced them to stay splayed open, and showed off her own folds… which were, despite part of her panicked mind not quite understanding “why”, damp with wetness that wasn't leftover from her shower either. 

 The feline just flashed a toothy grin and undid the collar of her leather suit and slowly drew down the zipper.
Underneath she wasn't wearing so much as a stitch, but was instead, showing off some fine, perky, firm breasts with equally erect nipples as well as a pair of silver rings in each one.
She had a matching ring in her bellybutton and there was something odd about her soft flesh, the way it was so plump and eager.
Colleen found  her own flower quivering softly, betraying her interest, as the bigger woman slowly slipped onto the bed and brought one hand up to her folds and started to gently rub them.
Colleen's head jerked back and despite her protests, she gave a very audible moan through her ballgag and whimpered softly as the feline started to rub and stroke her most sensitive area while she braced up on her elbow and started to knead and roughly pinch the doe's own fast swelling nipples as Colleen began to pant and huff through her nose.
Over the next hour the bigger feline did whatever she pleased with the helplessly tied doe, and Colleen kept getting hotter and hotter amid her struggling and wriggling around as she likewise found out why the felines privates seemed so unusual as to catch her eyes: The nether lips were swollen slightly, as was her clitoris, and she had five smaller rings in it; two on either outer lip, and one in the sweet spot itself.

All of this Colleen got a very up close and personal inspection of, as the feline stripped herself bare of the body glove and crawled on top her into the sixty-nine position, making Colleen's ball-gagged muzzle rub her ringed nethers until the feline had a delightfully hard and swift orgasm.
The captive was kind enough to give as good as she got, and the quivering doe got her own sweet climax as the mysterious woman then flipped her over onto her belly and spent a good fifteen minutes spanking her buns with one hand, while at the same time, rubbing her privates with the other.
It was hardly the fifth stroke of her hand on Colleen's upturned rump when the feline saw the doe struggling harder... not to get away mind you, but more so to try and hike her butt up higher so that she could get both more spanks and more sweet rubbing.
On the sixteenth stroke, Colleen creamed again and squealed a thick noise in her throat as the young cat saw what had happened and then shoved three fingers into her folds and pushed her into an immediate third orgasm that had the doe again gurgling a squealing noise as her body trembled and shook with pleasure.

 Colleen wasn't sure how much time had passed between when she was made to come from being spanked and rubbed and when those deft fingers shoved her over the edge almost immediately after the previous orgasm was hardly even finished, but when she started to get her head back together, she felt the feline checking the ropes and knots to make sure she was still quite secure.
She then reached over and got a few things that Colleen had forgotten she'd taken out of her duffel and put to one side.
Colleen watched through bleary eyes as the woman lubed up what was obviously some kind of phallic shaped dildo of some sort, bent over and slipped an arm under her to hike her body up, so that she was now balancing on her knees and chest, as the toy was rubbed against her still wet folds and then slowly slid in...

Not into the front passage, as she had hoped it would be, but instead, this toy went right up her butt, and the last few inches had to be pushed into her till a wider then average base wetly popped in place and that's when Colleen realized the cock toy had a knot at the end, just like a canine, to keep it from coming out no matter how much she might try otherwise.
The second object was a thick egg roughly as long as her middle finger which Alicia simply rubbed up and down her soaked nethers and then pushed in as deep as she could force it without hurting the sweating doe.
Colleen noticed immediately that this object had a slim cord attached to it, a realisation soon followed by the feline taking a hold of those two almost forgotten rope ends and pulled them hard down between her hind cheeks and up between her thighs ( making sure the cord coming out of her was in between the lines of rope), she was then roughly flipped back over onto her side and the ends of the rope were tied and knotted between her breasts, making the rope pinching them even more strict.
Lastly she used a shorter piece of rope and pulled Colleen's body up near the head of the bed, with her knees almost up against the metal frame, and the rope was used to tie them in place so she both couldn't roll off the bed, but likewise, couldn't get to anything that might help her get free otherwise. As the doe struggled, she noticed right off that the lube on the plug shoved up her backside was starting to quickly heat up; the more she writhed and clenched her butt, the hotter it got.
Soon it would be impossible to ignore it, and as far as Alicia was concerned, that was the point.

Once done, she was left there as the kinky feline simply gathered her things, a few choice odds and ends from Colleen’s collection ( she didn't take anything that would have not been easily replaced, strangely enough ) and then did something on the far side of the bed.
The moment she stood up, she flicked a point in the middle of the very long cord that went from the doe's crotch to over the side of the bed, and instantly Colleen felt a massively rough, heavy humming throb inside her body.
The oval object started vibrating hard and fast in her and she began to jerk, squirm and wriggled around, amid loud muffled squealing and moaning.
Alicia just grinned as she zipped up her body glove and leaned over to get a hold of Colleen's head and gently bit an ear to get her attention.

 “I've decided that I'll just take a few things of yours and leave you the rest. In exchange, you can have these toys I brought with me... At first I wasn't sure what I was going to do with you, but since you've been such a delightful submissive little slave, I think I'll leave you here like this till someone finds you. “
She straightened back up and headed for the way she came in, stopping at the doorway of the bedroom and looking over her shoulder as she zipped up her bag.
 “Don't worry honey cake.. according to that cute calendar you’ve got over there, you’ve got a friend coming over in…” She glanced at a clock on the dresser that was pointed at just the right angle where Colleen couldn't see it. “…in oohhhh... seven or eight more hours... See you later cutie. Enjoy the toys.  And if you're a really really good girl, I might come back to do this to you again...” 
 The young catburglar winked and left the curvy doe woman to her sensual torment.

BACK IN THE PRESENT

Alicia smiled warmly, letting out a melancholic sigh as the flashback came to an end, still fondling the leather suit.
She chuckled at her own recklessness back then:  Nowadays, she would’ve made absolutely sure a third party would arrive to help, but she had been too caught up in the moment to care at that point.
Quite frankly, she had never bothered to check what had become of the doe woman, she tended to just have her fun and move on when she was young.
But if she were to hazard a guess,  Colleen  would’ve climaxed many more times that night, before the “big one” would rob her of consciousness and leave her to drift in and out of her pleasurable, orgasm induced trance for hours.
It would be an event that even months later, would still haunt her dreams and make her wet in the night as she slept.

Alicia smiled and packed the items back into their box, smiling as she returned to her cleaning work. “Always so nice to look back on past accomplishments. I must say… those memories have put me very much in the mood.”
The feline cast a longing look outside the window, a devious smirk forming on her lips. “Perhaps I should do a repeat performance of an old favourite for my younger audience?”
She purred as she gave herself a soft rub, licking her lips in anticipation. “I’m sure that cute raccoon boy wouldn’t mind me paying another visit, or maybe that sweet bunny gal… Or just maybe… maybe I should catch up with dear old Colleen… It’s never too late to get back in touch with old friends. After all, I had promised to return one day if she’d been a good girl.”
Alicia chuckled to herself, sporting a diabolical smile.

“And a good girl she certainly was back then, I hope she still is…”



Credits:

Story by Sashi138(http://www.furaffinity.net/user/sashi138/) and
Rutgerman95/The Awesome Autist (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/rutgerman95/)

Thank you so much for agreeing to do this collaboration, Sashi!

The character of Colleen Swenson belongs to Sashi138
The character of Alicia Young belongs to Rutgerman95