The cat burglar (F/M, &/ FM)

[suedenym]

Warning, sexual content.

The quiet night in the affluent neighborhood was a pattern of darkness and stillness, punctuated only by the occasional distant bark of a dog and the rhythmic tick of a grandfather clock echoing through the corridors of a seemingly empty mansion. The moon cast a pale glow on the freshly trimmed hedges, their shadows dancing on the meticulously kept lawn. A solitary figure moved with the grace of a cat across the rooftop, the soft leather of her boots muffling any sound that might give her away. She was known in the shadows as 'Shadowfeline', a master of stealth and a thief of unparalleled skill. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, studied the layout of the house below, noting the lack of security cameras and the ease of access.

With the grace of a ghost, Shadowfeline swung down from the roof and landed lightly beside a second-story balcony, her eyes glinting with excitement as she surveyed her prize. She slipped through the unlocked door and into the master suite, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat, a symphony of anticipation. The room was bathed in a soft glow from the moonlight filtering through the curtains, and it was then she saw him - a man, naked and gagged, bound to the four-poster bed with silk ties. He struggled weakly, his eyes wide with fear.

Her eyes widened in surprise, a smirk playing on her lips as she took in the scene. This was more than she had bargained for, but she had no intention of letting it deter her. She padded silently across the plush carpet to the bed, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger. The man's eyes darted to the side, and she followed his gaze to his nightstand, where a glint of metal caught her eye. A knife. Her heart skipped a beat, but she remained unfazed. She was in control here.

Moving swiftly, she retrieved the knife and approached the bound man, her movements deliberate and precise. She leaned in, the cold steel of the blade pressing against the soft flesh of his throat. His body stiffened, and a muffled whine escaped the fabric in his mouth. "I'm not here to play games," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "I'm just here to rob you. Understand?"

He nodded sweat breaking out on his forehead.

At that moment, the door to the suite swung open, revealing a woman dressed in a corset that cinched her waist and fishnet stockings that hugged her legs like a second skin, her bare breasts and pussy on full display. Her red hair fell in wild curls around her flushed face, and her eyes, a stormy geen were filled with a mix of passion and fear. "What have you done?" she screamed, her voice a mix of rage and terror.

“Shhhhhh”. If you dont want hubby here to mess up these sheets with his blood then do exactly what I say. Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your back. Dont struggle or i'll show you what this knife is really for." Shadowfeline's voice was a low growl, a command that brooked no argument.

The woman, a stark contrast to Shadowfeline's sleek black outfit with her red lingerie, trembled but complied. As she knelt on the floor, the cat burglar swiftly bound her wrists amd elbows behind her back with the coils of rope scattered on the floor.

"Now, let's make this interesting," Shadowfeline murmured, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. She stepped around the bed and grabbed the woman's ankles. "You two seem to be enjoying a little bondage play," she said, her voice a taunting purr. "Let's just add another layer to your little game, shall we?"

With the finesse of a spider weaving its web, she looped the rope around the woman's ankles and began to tie them tightly, followed bynher knees, ensuring she couldn't move. The woman's breath hitched, her eyes never leaving the knife in Shadowfeline's hand as it danced between her and the bound man. Each tug of the rope was a silent promise of what was to come. The man watched with horror as his wife was rendered just as helpless as he was, his own fear now mingling with a strange, primal arousal at the sight of his captor's skilled hands.

Once the woman was immobilized, Shadowfeline positioned her between the man's legs, her bound ankles just touching the edge of the bed. The man's eyes grew wide as Shadow feline manoevured her victim so her mouth covered his man hood. He was already erect, the fear and adrenaline a strange cocktail of arousal. The woman's eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and desperation as she realized the cat burglar's intentions.

"Open wide," Shadowfeline said with a wicked smile, placing the tip of the knife at the base of the woman's throat. The woman obeyed, her mouth parting in a silent whimper. With a swift move, Shadowfeline forced her husbands cock fpdeep into her mouth. She then fastened a leather collar on the woman, tyinfpg rope to the d rings either siede and anchiring her neck between the man’s thighs.

The woman's eyes watered as she choked around her husband's erection, but she knew better than to resist. Shadowfeline was enjoying the show, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she tied the ropes off tightly. She stepped back to admire her work, the woman's body a beautiful mess of restraint, her husband's cock bulging obscenely from her mouth.

With a flourish, Shadowfeline picked up a riding crop from the floor, where it had been carelessly discarded. The leather was cool in her hand, a symbol of power and control that she wielded with a deft touch. She took a moment to appreciate the way the moonlight danced off its gleaming surface before bringing it down with a sharp crack across the woman's bare bottom. The sound echoed through the room, a harsh contrast to the gentle whispers of their earlier conversation.

The woman's muffled scream vibrated around the man's cock, causing him to jolt in his bonds. His eyes grew even wider, filled with a mix of shock and arousal as he watched the crimson blossom bloom across her pale skin. He had never seen his wife in such a vulnerable, humiliating position before, and the sight was doing things to him that he could not quite comprehend. Five more times the crack of the whip rang out before Shadow feline soptted something else. A vibrating dildo with matching. Utt plug laying next to it on the bed. The woman's eyes widened even further as Shadowfeline picked them up and turned them on, the buzzing sound filling the room.

With a wicked grin, Shadowfeline lubricated the dildo with a gel she found in the nightstand drawer, the smell of strawberry and mint filling the air. She spread the woman's lpussy lips wider, her own pussy growing wetter with each passing moment. The man's eyes were glued to the scene, his cock pulsing with each hit of the crop and the woman's muffled cry.

"Now, let's see if you can take this," Shadowfeline said, pressing the vibrating tip of the dildo against the woman's clit. The woman's body jolted, and she let out a muffled moan that was music to the burglar's ears. With a sadistic twist of her wrist, she slid the toy inside her, watching as the woman's eyes rolled back in her head. The woman's body began to convulse around the intrusion, her mouth working frantically on her husband's cock as if trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.

The man's eyes were glued to the scene, his cock straining against his bindings. The sight of his wife being used so blatantly was both horrifying and incredibly arousing. He could feel his own orgasm building, a pressure in his balls that demanded release.

With a little more lube Shadow feline thrust the but plug indide her partially unwilling victim.

The woman's muffled whimpers grew louder, the vibrations of the dildo and the fullness of the plug sending waves of pleasure and pain through her body. Her eyes rolled back, and she moaned around her husband's cock, her movements becoming more frantic as she was driven closer to the edge. The man's eyes were glued to the sight, his own cock pulsing in time with her cries.

Shadowfeline picked up some more topes and set to work securing the woman in a tight higtie between her husbands legs.

A few minutes later she stepped back, admiring the tapestry of rope that now bound the woman's body into a tight ball, her wrists tied to her knees and ankles to her elbows, creating a human pretzel that was both a work of art and a tool of torment. She took a moment to appreciate the woman's quivering muscles, the sweat glistening on her skin like dew on a rose in the early morning light. The smell of sex and fear was intoxicating, making Shadowfeline's own arousal grow.

Finding two padded leather blondfolds on the floor she fastened one tightly around the man’s, then the woman’s eyes, their terrors and pleasures now amplified in the darkness. Takling the crop,in hsnd again, she walked around the bed, swishung the implementbof torture through the air before lading several blows on the man’s bare chest, the soles of the woman’s stockinged feet, and finally the man’s bare feet.

Pausing to take one last look at the pair she proceeded to collect jewelrt, phines, electronics, cards and cash, but all the time thunking, she had to leave the most valuable proze behind.

[LunaDog]

FAN-TAS-TIC!

[Richman65]

Hot story. Really good. Please try to write more Catburglar stories.