The Gotham branch office

With a series of soft clanks, metal bolts slid into the floor and walls, unlocking the heavy vault door. After a second, the door slowly swung open and the ceiling lights sprang on to illuminate the room in its cold, clinical light.

Walking into the vault was a lone woman, her heeled boots clicking sharply in the silence. She wore a skintight one-piece catsuit made from black latex which did absolutely nothing to hide her figure. As the woman walked further into the room, she raised a pair of yellow-tinted goggles, and placed them on her forehead, just below the cat-shaped ears of her suit. This was Selina Kyle, or Catwoman, as she was better known. And she had just walked into the large vault of Gotham City's prime bank.

Further down, the room would split off into two corridors that would lead to the bank's supply of gold and assorted objects that were too large for regular storage. But this was not why Selina was here tonight. No, she had managed to get her claws on a list detailing the contents of the strongboxes that made up the first portion of the vault, and she was planning to alleviate many of Gotham's rich and famous of some of their more valuable possessions.

Having memorised the list, and especially the boxes that had the really valuable stuff in them, she approached the first one. Her hand moved towards the big metal ring at her neck, and she pulled it down, unzipping the front of her suit and giving onlookers a teasing glimpse at her cleavage. Since there was no one actually present, she didn't make a show of it, nor did she lower the zipper more than what was necessary. Reaching for a small pocket on the inside, she retrieved a set of lockpicks and a folded-up bag. With practised ease, the lock gave way, and the small panel door was unlocked. She unfurled the large bag, and quickly began to empty the strongbox into it. Cash, jewellery, a key that looked like it belonged to a different save, everything was quickly and efficiently transferred to the bag. The minutes slowly dragged on, as she meticulously and systematically emptied each and every box whose contents were worth taking, until she reached one near the end of the row she was working on.

As she opened the box, her eyes were immediately drawn to a shiny object all the way at the back. As she removed it, she saw what it was, and for a moment, her breathing stopped.

The object was just small enough to fit into her gloved hand, being roughly the size of her palm. It was shaped like an ornamental cat's paw. And it was made almost entirely from diamond. The only thing that wasn't diamond, were the nails, which were instead made from rubies. As she held it closer to her face to inspect it, she noticed that the diamond was of such exceptional quality, that it was almost perfectly see-through. Inside it, she saw a blue-hued liquid sloshing around as she moved and rotated the paw. As she held it upside down to inspect the bottom, she noticed a few drops of liquid spilling out onto her hand. It turned out the top of the paw had tiny holes in it, that caused the liquid to leak out when she held it upside down. Thinking it must be some sort of dispenser, and the liquid a perfume of sorts, she raised her hand to her nose and smelled the liquid.

It smelled sweet. Delicate as well. It had a pleasant smell to it that was strong, but not overpowering. Holding it this close to her face, she noticed that the perfume was potent enough to be smelled in its immediate surroundings, and she continued to inhale its sweet smell with each breath. After about a full minute, she tore her eyes away from the beautiful piece and made to walk towards the opposite side of the room where more lockboxes awaited her.

After the first step, she swayed lightly as her balance was slightly off. Shaking her head, she concentrated and took another step. After the fifth step, her vision began to swirl and she stumbled forward as she lost her balance completely. She had just enough clarity to put her free arm out and catch herself, but she was so weakened that the **** of her hitting the tiled floor knocked it aside, causing her to fall flat on her stomach. With a soft tinkle, the diamond paw rolled from her hand, stopping a few inches from her face. As more of the sweet smell filled her nose, her sight became blurry. Her mind was fuzzy and her body weakened, and the realisation hit her; This was a trap. Someone had placed that object there for her to find, knowing she couldn't resist both the diamond and the cat theme. She had to get out, right now.

She made to stand up, but her arms were too weak to hold her weight, lithe as she was, and she fell back down to the floor. She tried to crawl towards the heavy door instead, **** to get away before whoever said this trap arrived. With a monumental effort, she managed to move one of her arms, and that was about as far as she could go. Whatever that liquid was, it worked fast and was very potent. She simply lacked the strength to pull her body towards the only exit. Her blurry sight was focused on the heavy save door, as if willing herself to move towards it, so she had a perfect view as a person appeared in the door opening. They walked into the room, quickly followed by a second person, a third, and finally, a fourth. And they all moved to surround her.

Her arms were being grabbed, and **** behind her back. She tried to struggle, and even tell them to stop or let her go, but her body was too weak and her voice came out as unintelligible mumblings. From the side, one of the women, and she now identified them as female, reached for her belt, and retrieved a metal object. Her sight was still too fuzzy to make out the shape, but she realized what it was when it was placed over her wrists, and closed around them. She heard metal slide against metal and a second set of cuffs was resting against her upper arms. The woman holding her wrists grabbed her arms instead and **** them together until they were close enough for the cuffs to close around them. A soft click later her arms were held behind her back in a slightly uncomfortable position.

On her other side, the third woman pulled out something else and leaned down to grab her legs. Instinctually, Selina tried to kick her legs but managed only the barest of movement. It was completely useless, but the fact that she could do so meant that the sedative was starting to wear off. Her hope was short-lived though, as the woman who held her arms got down to sit on her legs, effectively pinning them in place. A few seconds later, the clicking of metal, and the clinking of what sounded like a chain, gave her a good impression of what they had done. Her hood was grabbed from behind and pulled back. It was a tight enough fit that it **** her to tilt her head back and up, and her slowly clearing sight looked straight into the uncaring eyes of the woman in front of her. With a final tug, the hood was pulled free. Her short black hair spilt free from the hood, and her head fell back down. Before she could injure herself on the floor, a hand grabbed her chin and **** her to look up again. The woman in front of her was now holding a big black ball gag, and her eyes widened at the realisation. She shook her head to try and get away from them. But she was already fully restrained, escape was no longer an option. Helpless as she was, it took them no time at all to **** her mouth open and put the ballgag in before securing it with a leather strap behind her head.

With everything done, the two women at her side each grabbed one of her arms, and pulled her off the ground, forcing her to stand between them. Her legs were slowly getting stronger as her body worked to flush the tranquillizer from her system, but her legs were still wobbly, and she relied heavily on the two women to hold her upright. Glaring hatefully at the woman in front of her, her now clear vision was drawn to what the woman was holding. It was sleek and made entirely of some strange alien-looking metal, and it looked like it could close around something. She brought the object to Selina's neck, and only now did the captured thief recognize it.

A collar.

They were going to put a collar on her. Like a pet, or more fittingly, a ****. She struggled with renewed energy to get away, the toxin now fully cleared from her body. But the grip the two women had on her was too strong, and the cuffs holding her arms behind her back were far too strong for her modest strength. She watched in fear as the collar got closer and closer until the cold metal pressed against her slender neck. With an ominous *snap*, the collar closed around her neck and she felt a gentle electric current run through her body.

Just like that, these women had managed to achieve something that only a scarce few in the world had ever managed. They had captured the infamous Catwoman. The woman who was clearly the leader of this group raised her hand and touched Selina's face to gently caress her cheek. Recoiling at the touch, she jerked her head back and moved to step away from her. But the two women holding her had an iron grip on her shoulders. So instead of ducking out of the way, she only managed to lean back a bit, which did nothing to stop the leader from running her hand from her cheek down towards her neck. She stopped at the collar, and grabbing it, used it to pull Selina closer.

"It turned out to be surprisingly easy to capture you. For someone who has a reputation for being so elusive, you sure fell for that bait like an amateur. You didn't think that an object that was just right for your tastes sitting in a vault the night you decide to rob it wasn't a little suspicious? No matter, you took the bait, and now we, take you. We're going to have some fun with you, right after we collect some other people. But first, let's see the goods, shall we?"

She released Selina's collar and lowered her hand further down until she reached the big ring attached to the zipper of her suit. Taking it, she locked eyes with the now frantically struggling thief and slowly began to pull it down. With each second, the zipper lowered, and more and more of Selina's body was exposed to these women. First to the top of her breasts, then lower, revealing a teasing amount of cleavage. Then lower still until her stomach was bare, her trained muscles rippling as she continued to fight against her bonds. And finally, all the way down, it revealed a small strip of neatly trimmed black hair.

"No underwear? I can understand forgoing the bra, as it makes for an excellent distraction. But no panties? You kinky girl."

Her hands slipped underneath the latex suit, and each took a handful of her perky breasts. Feeling them up for a bit, she opened her hands and moved them to the side. The action **** the suit to slide to the side as well, fully exposing her breasts for all to see. Selina screamed at them in anger, but the gag reduced it all to muffled sounds. In a last effort to fight back, she tried to kick the woman in front of her, but she quickly found out that the cuffs around her legs were linked by a small chain, so the kick was stopped almost immediately.

Ignoring her outburst, the lead woman resumed groping her breasts and nipples, all the while commenting on them.

"Good tits on you kitten. Nice and firm, yet soft and malleable. A good handful as well. I can already tell these will see plenty of attention in the near future. Nice nipples too. Not too big, but clearly very responsive."

Sure enough, Selina's nipples were standing stiff atop her breasts. And as much as she tried to deny it, the woman's hands were starting to have an effect on her.

"Let's see what we have to work with down there."

One of her hands began to trail down, while the other continued to play with Catwoman's breast. Using her nails, she drew sharp lines across her stomach, until she reached the point where her hand disappeared into the suit again. Immediately, Selina stiffened. The woman had wasted no time and had gone right for her pussy. She felt her fingers trace the outside of her pussy for a moment before one slipped in. Selina could just stop herself from reacting and she tried her hardest to remain still.

"Nice and warm. And even slightly wet already. Are you into this? Is this perhaps some secret fantasy of yours? Now, let's find out how many fingers it takes before you give us an honest reaction."

Following that, the woman began to move her finger in and out of Selina's pussy, carefully watching the struggling thief's reactions. After a few strokes, she inserted a second finger. Selina at this point was writhing against both her bonds and the two women holding her. Her hips made small gyrating motions that she wasn't quite able to suppress. The woman stopped playing with Selina's breast and instead slipped her free hand inside her suit to quickly find her shapely behind. The second the woman had left her breast alone, the two women behind her each grabbed one of her breasts and began playing with them. All the while, they commented on how they felt, and how much they wanted to do to them. Selina had never felt more ashamed in her life and wanted nothing more than to run away and hide. But she couldn't. The restraints were well beyond her power to break. And even if she could, the constant low electric current she felt just barely above her senses all throughout her body told her that she was probably wearing a shock collar of some sort. She truly was at the mercy of these crazy bitches.

With both her breasts played with, a hand groping her behind, and two fingers exploring her pussy, it really was only a matter of time before she would break. To her credit, she lasted four minutes before she gave in. The thing that pushed her over was the fact that the lead woman finger fucking her had decided to insert a third finger, filling her tight pussy. She let out a muffled moan of pleasure as the onslaught continued unabated.

"Ahh, there we go. I knew it was only a matter of time before you gave in. And can I say, such a lovely ass you got? Nice and round, soft, but firm. I can tell, you are going to be popular with the girls. But first, we have to break you in though. And speaking of which, If I feel this pussy right, I think you have just about reached your limit."

And sure enough, not long after she said that Selina's entire body clamped up and she stopped struggling for a moment. She closed her eyes in shame, as her pussy began to convulse madly around the three fingers fucking her. It was all too much for her, and whether she wanted to or not, she was going to cum. Her body shook as waves of pleasure rippled through her, and a series of muffled moans came from around the gag. The orgasm lasted longer than most she had in recent months, and once it was over, she was breathing heavily, held only upright by the two women. The leader of the group got up, and agonizingly slowly pulled her hand out of Selina's pussy. She gave a short jerk as the woman's fingers brushed against her clit, but that was it.

Selina was glaring at the woman in front of her, but it was all she could do. She watched as the woman licked her fingers clean, savouring the taste of Selina's excitement like a sweet treat after dinner.

"Hmm. You taste nice as well. But I think this is enough fun for now."

She tilted her head so she could look at the fourth woman who was still busy behind Selina.

"How far are we?"

In response, something was thrown past Catwoman, and the object was deftly caught by the woman in front of her. As she held it up for her to see, she felt something sharp begin to cut through her suit, just below where her wrist cuffs were.

"We know all too well what you can do with those fingers of yours, so we're going to give you a different pair of gloves to wear."

As she held it up, Selina saw that they were leather mittens. Simple, hapless, leather mittens. They would effectively prevent her from using her fingers in any way until they were being taken off. She felt a tug on one of her hands and felt the latex glove come off, exposing her hand to the open air. A short moment later, and her other hand was gloveless as well. With practised ease, her hands were being placed in the mittens, and leather strings tied them off against the cuffs. The woman on her left was taking the time to let her free hand wander all over Selina's body, and it didn't take long until she found something. Reaching into the left side of her suit, she quickly found one of the pockets, and from it, she retrieved Catwoman's famous whip. Holding it up for everyone to see, the leader laughed.

"Oh, I like it when a **** brings her own training equipment. Nice find agent, Use it well in the coming days."

The leader removed a short metal stick from her belt, and with a deft downward flick, the stick extended into a meter-long pole. She handed the pole to the woman behind her, and Selina heard a metallic click as it was attached to her collar. After a second, there was a **** against her neck as the woman holding the stick began to press down. Whoever this was, she was clearly stronger than Selina, and she was slowly **** to the ground, until she was kneeling in front of the four women. The leader grabbed her chin and turned her head so she was **** to look up at her.

"You're our prisoner now. Whatever you did before. Whatever you want to do later. It is all meaningless now. From this moment forward, you are a **** of Pravum. Behave, and your stay can be a moderately pleasant one. perhaps you can even learn to thrive in our organisation one day. Or resist, and we will find out how much you can take before we reduce you to an empty shell of yourself. Take her away girls."

Selina was **** back up, and with subtle or not-so-subtle prodding from the stick, she was ****-marched out through the vault door, into the bank. One thing she immediately noticed, was that all the lights were on. They made the trek through the building in relative silence, the only sound being the muffled grunts coming from Catwoman, and the rating of metal and chains as she was **** to slowly walk into the main lobby. The sound of hundreds of people quietly talking filled the air as Selina saw that despite the late hour, every single employee, male and female, was present. And they were all watching as she was paraded into the centre of the lobby. Plenty of people took out their phones and started to take pictures. Images of the infamous Catwoman, helplessly bound, and half naked with her tits and pussy out on display would soon flood the internet.

"As promised, Pravum will do our part in keeping this fair city safe from the various criminals and ne'er do wells. Tonight, we took the first step in upholding that promise. As you all can see, the criminal known as Catwoman has been apprehended, and you can all rest a little bit easier knowing your valuables are safe once again. Thank you for your cooperation."

As the crowd began to applaud the team of agents **** Selina to walk towards the elevator doors. The crowd parted to make way for her, and the entire trip was one big walk of shame for the now-captured thief. The five entered the elevator, and as the doors closed, a heavy silence fell upon the group. The elevator quickly brought them to the underground parking garage, and a fairly large transport van was parked right next to where they exited. They walked to the back of the van, and as they opened the doors, Selina saw what was inside, and promptly began to resist and struggle with all of her limited strength. Inside the back of the van were four steel-framed "chairs" for lack of a better word. They were sturdy, and welded straight onto the floor of the compartment. The two front legs had a sturdy-looking cuff, undoubtedly for her legs and a hook on a chain was bolted to the floor below the backrest.

But what really had her in a panic, were the two decently sized dildos that were fitted on the seat of the chair. Two wires ran from a nearby computer and disappeared into the base of the dildos. Once more, the leader approached her, this time holding a black leather hood.

"Lights out for a while now Kitty Kat. You'll enjoy it more that way."

She placed the hood over her face, and her sight and hearing instantly disappeared. The hood had some sort of padding pressing down on her ears, blocking any sound from reaching her. At the same time, her eyes were covered by the hood, forcing her to keep them closed. She was **** forward, and unable to see where she was going, stumbled slightly as she was pushed into the van. There was some tearing between her legs, as someone tore at her suit to make her pussy and ass more easily available.

She was guided and manoeuvred around until the cold steel of the chair pressed against her legs. Again, the stick was pressing down, forcing Selina to lower herself into the chair. She shook her head as the dildos began to push against her pussy and ass, but the woman forcing her down was merciless. Slowly, but surely, she was taking more of the two sex toys as she sank lower. After what felt like an eternity, her ass touched the steel of the seat, and the pressure eased off a bit. Selina had trouble processing the sheer size of the two toys now buried deep inside of her. So distracted by it was she, that she never noticed that her ankle cuffs were removed, and instead, her legs were placed in the two cuffs attached to the legs of the chair. Her arms went over the backrest, and the hook was attached to the metal frame that held her cuffs in place.

Selina was breathing heavily as she tried to get accustomed to the situation, but it seemed they were not yet done. Some kind of sticker was placed on the inside of her thighs. Another set was stuck on the underside of her boobs. She felt something metallic being held over her nipples, and after a moment, grunted in pain as the object clamped down on her sensitive nubs. There was a minute of nothing, as they let her stew in the unknown for a bit before a switch was flipped behind her.

It was the only warning she got before the two dildos began to vibrate and wiggle and rotate at a slow speed. A second later, a soft electric current ran through her thighs and boobs, and her nipples received a short jolt that had her jerk in pain. At first, it was all this, but after a while, it began to change into ever-changing patterns. Sometimes one or both of the dildos would increase or decrease the intensity of their power. Other times, the mild shocks to her tits and thighs would come at random intervals. The shocks to her nipples were always the worst, but they were luckily rare and few, instead they voted for a constant pleasant charge going through them.

Time became a meaningless thing in the silent and dark world Catwoman now inhabited. She had never noticed that the van had started moving, only being able to focus on the way the toys and electricity affected her. It wasn't long until she felt the first signs of an orgasm building inside of her. And somehow, the computer monitoring her reactions through the sensors in the pads and dildos noticed it as well. They began to concentrate more and more on the patterns that brought Selina pleasure. And the longer it lasted, the better it became at finding her sweet spots for optimal pleasure. She twisted and pulled futilely against her restraints as the pleasure rose higher with each second until it eventually tipped her over with a final sharp shock through her nipples. She screamed into the gag and trashed wildly as the orgasm tore through her. The toys kept stimulating her for another full minute until she had experienced the full **** of the orgasm and they fell silent. For a random amount of seconds, before the program switched on again, now all the more knowledgeable on how to make her cum.

Unaware of the two agents sitting nearby, enjoying the sight of the once famous thief, now their helpless prisoner and soon-to-be plaything. meanwhile, the van was speeding through the streets of Gotham toward its next destination. After all, there were still three seats to be filled, and the night was not yet over.