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Cat Burglar by Unknown When Crystal Townsend unlocked and opened her back door she was greeted by two dark blurs. The rust-colored cat which ran past her feet was no surprise. The large man dressed in black who crashed through the door and knocked the 26 year-old brunette to the floor was. Crystal was stunned by the impact. Her assailant wasn't. He deftly rolled her on her stomach and held her there with a knee planted in the small of her back. Before she could flail her arms he had them both in his strong grip and they were tightly roped together. Her mind finally caught up with what was happening. She started to scream, but a gloved hand clamped across her mouth muffled it. It didn't matter anyway, she realized. Her husband Grant wasn't home and her son Jim was sleeping at a friend's house. The best scream she could muster would still leave her alone and helpless. "Scream again and it'll be your last," he said in a hoarse whisper. He took his hand away and she was silent. "What do you want?" she asked although she was afraid she knew. Crystal had no false modesty. She realized that her long, brunette hair often attracted male eyes and that once those eyes left her hair they often had trouble deciding what to concentrate on next. The 5'9" beauty's long legs generally won the attention if she was wearing a skirt while her firm breasts were the prime target when she went braless. And seeing Crystal in a bikini was enough to send admirers rushing home to scan old men's magazines thinking they'd seen her there. Or at least hoping they had. "Your husband's office. Take me there," he hissed. His head, she now realized, was covered with a hood of the same material as his black jumpsuit. Small holes were cut for his eyes and mouth. "But his office is downtown in..." "You know that I mean!" Crystal then understood what was happening. Grant was a contractor who did alot of work at home in their den. In the den was a safe and in that safe were all the final figures on his downtown parking deck bid. She wasn't sure what those figures might be worth to a competitor, but somebody obviously thought them valuable enough to hire a professional thief. "Take me!" he ordered as he yanked her to her feet by her shoulder-length hair. Not knowing what else to do, Crystal led him through the dining room to her husband Grant's office. It was a spartan work area tha held little more than a desk, a drafting table, a cabinet and the safe. The walls were paneled to soundproof the room, and Crystal shuddered when she realized that no amount of screaming she did in ther could ever reach friendly ears. The burglar dropped Crystal face down on the large desk, leaving her arms fettered behind her. She watched as he looked through the drawers and the file cabinet. A careful man, he didn't ransack but rapidly scanned the file folders. Apparently, he knew exactly what to look for. He didn't find it. Coming to the safe, he turned the dial a few times with his gloved hand and then tried to open it without success. He turned to Crystal and said, "Combination." "My husband never told it to me," she lied. "He keeps important things in there," the burglar said in the tone of someone stating facts rather than speculating. "Sometimes whe he's away from home he needs to check a date or a price so he calls you. You do know the combination." "I don't know it, Really." He shrugged his shoulders. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to go the torture route tonight. It's up to you, though." Since she remained silent, her captor took a coil of rope from a hidden pocket and set to work. Rolling his prisoner on her back lengthwise across the desk, he spread her dangling legs and tied each ankle to the base of the desk. Crystal had to sit up while her wrists were untied, and then they were tied to the base of the desk, too. She couldn't understand why he started rummaging through a desk drawer once she was compeltely bound. He soon made his intention clear with the pair of scissors he found. Starting at her neck, he cut all the way down through her robe and nightgown. She shivered as the cold steel blade slid along her torso and into her croch where it easily sliced through her panties. He separated the cut fabric to expose her body and then asked, "Combination?" Crystal shievered and the blushed whe she saw the nipples of her breasts becoming erect under her gaze. Still, Crystal chose to say nothing. "You overestimate yourself," the thief said as he circled the desk examining Crystal's fine body. "Few people need elaborate torture devices to make them talk. Just by looking around your house I know I can come up with a dozen torments that you'll find quite intolerable." Crystal's mind flitted to items in the kitchen and the basement. Hot items. Sharp items. She forced herself not to visualize what could be done to her with them. Instead, she concentrated on his voice which now and then seemed vaguely familiar. All of Grant's competitors had been introudced to her at one time or another, and she tried to recall their voices even though she couldn't believe they would risk coming themselves. "Don't go anywhere, " he said mockingly. "I'll be back as soon as I find something to jog your memory with." When he was gone, the frightened beauty began struggling in her bonds. She wasn't sure what she'd do if she got loose, but it would be preferable to whatever her diabolical captor might come up with. Her head bumped the scissors that'd been used to strip her. After several tries she managed to push them off the desk with the back of her head They bounced on the carpeted floor, landing well beyond the reach of her tightly bound hands. Before she could attempt anything else, he was back carrying that cat that had gotten her in trouble in the first place. In his other hand was a small plastic container shaped like a bear that she recognized as being the honey from the kitchen. "Combination?" he asked again. "Still don't know it." In response, he flipped the cap off the honey. Holding it above her chest, he slowly traced a circle around her right nipple with the sticky substance. Then he held the cat in the air so its head hovered over her bare breast. When its tongue snaked out to lap up the honey, the strange sensation forced Crystal to gasp. "I read once how the brothel owners in the Far East handle stubborn women like you, and I've always wanted to try it," the burglar said as he put the cat on the floor. "Whenever a new girl balks at some customer's demands they use a clever method of persuasion that doesn't put a bruise or a mark on her. All they do is tie her down, cover the soles of her feet with honey, and turn any available animals loose to lick it off. Most of the women give in after fifteen or twenty minutes of that. I guess a few do hold out, though, till the constant tickling drives them mad." Crystal wanted to scream. A little pain she could handle, but she couldn't endure being tickled for even a few seconds. Still, she tried to compose herself, to make him think it couldn't bother her. Then maybe he'd do something that'd leave marks to show Grant she had tried to hold out from telling this important information. "I'm not ticklish at all, " she said straining to sound calm. "Too bad," he said, "but I did promise your cat some honey, so I may as well give it to him while I think of something else." He went to the end of the desk and disappered. Crystal heard the sound of honey being squirted from the bottle and then felt the warm goo being smeared on her bound right foot That alone tickled so much that she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. When her entire foot was covered with a layer of honey, he went to work on the other one. This time Crystal started giggling and desparetly trying to pull free. "OH, I see you lied about being ticklish," he said when both of her feet were coated. "We'll soon see if you also lied about the combination. Before Crystal could respond her cat licked the ball of her left foot. She hadn't been prepared for what it would be like. The rasp-like surface of the tongue seemed to hit a million nerves. Instinctively she tried to jerk free, but the rope held and her beloved pet began licking in earnest. Unable to escape the tickling, Crystal was soon laughing uncontrollably and shaking her head wildly from side to side. Her captor sat quietly in the desk chair, steadfastly ignoring her garbled pleas for mercy. He cruelly smiled at her predictament. The cat finally cleaned all the honey off her sole and began sliding its tongue rapidly between her toes. The helpless woman reacted as if she was being shocked with a live wire and began screaming so hysterially that she couldn't even manage to blurt out the combination. By the time the cat moved to her right foot, however, there was a definite change in the way the tickling was affecting her. The merciless tongue on her foot was somehow stirring the nerves in her groin, and Crystal found herself getting very aroused. She felt more excited that she had in months, the way she'd once felt with Grant, the way he always promised he'd make her feel again but never took the time to. The ropes kept her from pressing her legs together to ease the maddening itch in her crotch, so, without really realizing what she was saying she stopped begging for the cat's tongue to stop and started pleading for another tongue to start. The burglar reacted quickly, almost as if he'd expected his torture to have this result. He stood between her legs, darted his tongue out through the hole in his mask a few times, and the said, "Will you tell me the combination?" "YESSSS! Anything!!!" Crystal screamed. She no longer cared about anything but her swollen clitoris that was demanding attention. He slowly moved his face toward her crotch until his outstretched tongue grazed her copper pubic hear. The he pulled back, and Crystal, who was still jerking around in response to her cat's tickling tongue struggled even more violently trying to press her clit against his face. The burglar just chuckled and picked the honey bottle off the floor. He slowly squezed honey between her legs, teasing her, until his screaming captive was bucking her hips so wildly he was afraid she'd hurt herself. Grabbing her thighs, he plunged his tonuge into her honey-filled cunt and began flicking it against her sensitized clit. At that same instant the cat began licking the equally sensitized toes of her right foot. The two sensations merged explosively in her brain, triggering an orgasm so violent that Crystal passed out. When she regained consciousness several mintes later, the burglar was gone. Crystal was exhausted from her ordeal and ashamed to admit that she'd experienced such excruciating pleasure at the hands of a stranger. She was glad that the burglar had been scared away before she gave up the combination to the safe, but she wasn't sure how much of her story to tell Grant. He came home half an hour later and released Crystal from her desktop bondage. She broke into sobs while telling the details of her capture, and Grant had to hold her and kiss her before she could go on. The kisses were what made the rest of the story come out a whole lot smoother and what convinced her to leave in the part about the skillful tongue of the burglar. You see, normally when Grant kissed her after a night out on his own, his breath would smell of liquor and stale smoke. This time, Crystal realized with a smile, his breath smelled faintly of honey. |
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