Part 10: Meeting Face to Face
Meanwhile, in another part of Gotham City, Catwoman was in her secret lair, alone with her lovely, rich captive Jennifer Wentworth. The stolen limousine was under cover, driven inside the build and draped with several large sheets to hide it from prying eyes. Like many others in the city, the building was abandoned long ago by a city moving forward and leaving its past behind for the use of Gotham’s less fortunate and undesirable.
Tonight, a wealthy and beautiful widow was amid the undesirables.
Jennifer Wentworth was seated in an old but sturdy wooden chair. Her wrists were tied to the arms of the chair, as well as her upper arms to the chair back. More ropes pinned her torso to the chair back and another around her waist. More ropes bound her ankles to the back legs of the chair and two more roped her thighs to chair arms, holding her legs very open and leaving her very exposed. In her mouth was a wad of cloth and a knotted black scarf to hold it in place, keeping her muted cries and squeals to a minimum.
Catwoman blindfolded her before driving to the undisclosed location, only untying her legs when she walked her into the building and lead her to the chair. During the long dark journey, Jennifer knew that things were very bad and she became very afraid. She stayed blind as her dress was removed and the expert lashing to the chair was complete. Even after her gag was replaced, she never saw where she was till her captor was satisfied the young widow was powerless to change the situation. At long last, her blindfold removed.
The situation turned even more frightening when it became apparent where the chair and its rope detained occupant were located. The room she was in was hardly a room. Looking outside, she could see little past the heavy doorway, but knew the dark location was old and had not been used in a very long time. But the room she was in, rather narrow and not very long was well lit, even shinny with bright lights illuminating and reflecting against the small smooth stainless steel doors, brass locks and polished marble floor.
She was inside a small but very secure bank type vault.
It wasn’t as large as a bank’s, but was very similar in design and function. On one side wall and the back wall were several deposit boxes, large enough to hold cash register drawers and some larger to perhaps hold larger bags of cash or other items of value. The other wall was solid marble, very expensive today but common in days past that the vault was constructed. The large, thick rectangular door was of the same stainless steel, with thick solid rods that with the turn of the wheel would extend deep into the metal frame to secure the door and a dial combination locking it. A second inner door of bars and key lock would keep the vault secured yet provide easier access during hours of operation.
It was more secure than any prison cell.
After arriving at their location and dragging Jennifer from the back and the limousine, she was stripped down to her expensive lacy but rather low cut bra and skimpy panty along with her $500 designer high heels before being lashed tight to the chair. She still wore her necklace, earrings and bangles, Catwoman deciding to remove only her diamond engagement ring, which was encircling Catwoman’s own gloved finger, and wedding band, which was dangling from a small string before the blonde beauty.
“My my, your late husband did give you the finest bobbles.” The feline thief purred as she gazed upon her hand, the oversized diamond sparking in the light. “But it looks so much better on my hand, don’t you think?”
Jennifer grumbled a long series from behind her gag, which came out as nothing more than muted mumbles. She struggled against the ropes once more, but nothing budged and the chair hardly creaked. In this case, Catwoman knew how to tie up her target without the possibility of escape.
“I have an affection for such pretty things. But this one will fetch a fair price on the black market, I will part with it, once I’m rid of you. But your wedding band I will keep for myself, as a little trophy.” She said as she closed her fingers around Jennifer’s wedding band.
Jennifer Wentworth squealed around her gag, not liking the sound of her impending doom.
“Oh, do not worry, my pet, for your time has not come yet.” She said as she ran a clawed finger under her captive’s chin, her legs straddling her seated captive. “Only when that purple pest Batgirl comes, I will deal with the both of you, and at the same time. Till then, you’ll just have to wait a bit. But I’m not such a rude hostess as to let you get bored, so I will keep you entertained while we wait, and give Batgirl an eyeful when she sees you.”
Catwoman opened one of the small boxes and pulled out a large electrically powered vibrator. Jennifer knew what it was even before Catwoman taped it to the chair, pressing up against her crotch. A moment later, the device was plugged in.
“This will keep us entertained” She said as she turned the device on. Instantly, waves or vibrations began to attack Jennifer, the thin lace of panty doing nothing to prevent the onslaught on her clit. “Just listen to it purr, so luxurious.” Catwoman said as she straddled the chair once again before sitting on Jennifer’s lap, pulling the captives boobs free of the thin lace covering her chest to massage her heaving mound as the vibrator worked her lower area. Jennifer grimaced when she dug her sharp talons into her nipples, but savored the pleasures it also gave her. The chest groping went on for several minutes.
But the real excitement was growing between Catwoman’s legs. Her hands moved away from her captive’s body and onto her own. She rubbed her pussy and fondled her own chest through her black, body hugging catsuit, purring as she did. She could even feel some of the energy from the vibrator taped to the chair, adding to her own arousal. Soon Catwoman was rubbing her crotch hard and panting loudly, her body squirming as the orgasm built up steadily. Suddenly, she exploded into an orgasm, grabbing Jennifer’s chest and squeezing it hard as the cries of her orgasmic bliss echoed about the vault. She purred as the orgasm subsided, still clutching the kidnapped widow’s boobs, almost digging her claws into her chest, which the blonde didn’t mind.
With her own needs relieved, Catwoman could see that her prisoner was getting into the spirit of the play. “Enjoy yourself, for it may be the list time you climax.” She purred as she withdrew her body swaying dramatically and as she seductively walked away, softly meowing as she did. The feline kidnapper left the vault, closing the barred gate with a bang and the heavy vault door with a horrifying thud. She watched the rods extended into the frame, trapping the kidnapped widow within. The lights went out a few seconds later, leaving the roped up blonde in the total dark, only keep company by the powerful, unrelenting vibrator pressed against her love box.
Despite her inescapable surrounds and dire situation, Jennifer climaxed a short time later, the first of several she would have as the night wore on.
Meanwhile, back at her apartment, Barbara Gordon was vehemently working on her computer. Batman and Robin had gone back to the spot where Barbara was left tied along the roadside looking for evidence and a trial to follow. Other than noting the limousine had continued a short distance then turned east, there was nothing else to report. They were moving that direction, searching any and all buildings along the way that could be possible hiding location.
Starting with where Catwoman dropped her off, Barbara plotted out possible routes they could have taken. In a city the size of Gotham, the possibilities were endless. Some of the routes could have led to outside the city, but Barbara ruled those out, for there were far more locations within the city to disappear into to that would be perfect hide a pretty blonde captive. Some traced over the river, some by shoreline and some over railway lines.
As far as anyone knew, a ransom demand had not been received. Searching the police network, Brad Wentworth had not been contacted by Catwoman and Catherine was still MIA. This was a marked difference between the two feline thieves. The prior Catwoman was always after the money, so a ransom would have been delivered with moments of the deed being completed. She had a one track mind about getting rich and…
Then it struck her. One track, railway lines. The steam engine left at the robbery. What Catwoman meant when she said she “need to sit here on station and wait”. It all added up! She pulled up the railway lines that ran through the city and began working though the possibilities. She ruled out any active locations, but quickly zeroed in on one location that seemed to fit the conditions.
The Columbia Avenue Transit Station was a large, busy station during the heyday of railway passenger service. Many a movie star or political figure would arrive or depart through the station when the main mode of long distance transportation across the vast country was by rail, before the popularity of airline travel all but eliminated such commercial services.
The Columbia Avenue Transit Station. C.A.T.S. Cats! That had to be it. That would appeal perfectly to a warped mind like Catwoman, and where she would take her prisoner. Long empty, out of the way, plenty of places to hide, clear sight lines and where traps could be set to capture anyone attempting to enter.
Though built a very long time ago, the City Assessor’s office had the plans on file, scanned from blue prints drawn up early in the 20th century. She reviewed the floor plans and tried to decide where Catwoman would hole up, where she might hide her captive and what the most dangerous areas were. She was becoming even more convinced this was a place that needed to be investigated.
She was about to contact Batman and relay her findings when another thought crossed her mind.
“Would Batman really believe me if I told him this?” she said to Charlie, her pet bird. “I mean, really, it is a bit of a stretch, and let’s face it, we’re not dealing with the real Catwoman here, just an imposter.”
Barbara thought about it a moment more. Was Batman just trying to protect her? Maybe he really didn’t think she was ready for such a big job. But Batgirl was and despite what logic said, Jennifer was in danger. And Batgirl had handled tough challenges than this before and could certainly handle this armature criminal alone.
“I’ll just go check it out myself. If it looks like something, I’ll call the Dynamic Duo in to assist.” She said. She reached under the table and released the latch, allowing the turntable to spin. A few moments later, she was in her costume, cape, cowl and boots of vibrant purple. Checking the mirror, she looked perfect.
“Wish me luck Charlie” she said after securing her computer. She departed her bedroom through the secret room and took the lift down to her secret garage. The Batcycle reported it was fully changed and was completely operational. She switched to the red interior lights to adjust her eyes to the darkness then started the electric motor. Though she knew the area well, she had already downloaded the location of the station to her navigation system to be sure. Seeing the area outside was clear, she hit the wall switch and started out. The door popped just as the lights went out and closed behind her automatically. A few blocks away, she hit her lights and started the charging motor, speeding toward the abandoned train station.
The ride was short and she switch the cycle into stealth mode a few blocks away. She drove off the road as to approach the building unseen and screened by another nearby. Parking her Batcycle behind and out of sight, she crept around the wall to get a look at the station. Using a thermal scanner, she only found one small spot that could be a heat signature, which was disappointing. But this was a well build brick and iron building, so there was no way she could cover it all from her hiding spot.
The building had been empty for many years, but sitting on a large parcel of land, offered little cover for anyone who wanted to approach to vandalize or to use it as a base of operation. Surprisingly, most of the windows on the main level were still intact and boarded up to preserve them. The sturdy metal and glass doors were all intact as well, so slipping in through would be troublesome. Though limited, the second and third levels were less protected and a few windows had been broken out. Batgirl decided she would come in from above and gain access through one of these.
Detecting no one was watching her from the windows facing her, she darted silently across the grounds and flattened her back against a wall. Hearing no response to her act, she pulled a Batline from her belt, adjusted the pressure and fired upwards over the wall and onto the roof where it snagged on something. With her slender build and lighter weight than even Robin, the thin line easily held her weight and it was no effort for the retracting system to quickly lift her up and onto the roof. Scaling over the wall, she crouched and took a quick look around, doing another terminal sweep, but saw nothing.
Taking the line, she moved to another side of the building and positioned over a glassless window. Anchoring the line, she slowly retracted down the wall till she was even with the window. Again seeing nothing, she swung in, gracefully yet silently landing on her heels into the empty room. Cautiously, she move to the door and peaked into the hallway, again seeing nothing. Using the audio amplifiers built into the ears of her cowl, she listened for any activity or movement, but heard none. Out into hallway she went, moving slowly and silently, only making one small creak in the floor as she moved to the stairway.
The station was meant to impress, elegant and rich in architecture that was common for such places at the time it was built. The center of the station was the main part of the building and was completely open, reaching all the way to the top of the structure and capped with a domed glass roof. The steps were marble with brass railings, one leading up to the 2nd floor which was a terrace that surround three quarters of the main floor, housing the offices. Another staircase, as grand as the first, led to a lower level where platforms along the rail lines waited unused for all these years. On either side of the main level were the ticket counters, with little gates across each of them to separate the workers from the passengers. Even empty and deserted, it was still a magnificent structure, though in need of a good cleaning.
Down the stairs Batgirl crept, looking and listening for any signs of life. If Catwoman was prowling about the area, she was living up to her name for not a sound was heard. Batgirl looked around, still nothing giving off a heat source. Maybe they were hiding down on one of the platforms, or maybe in one of the offices, or behind the ticket counters.
Or maybe in the vault.
Batgirl saw the imposing safe behind the counter, with the massive door closed. If someone was in there, none of her devices could penetrate it to know. She moved towards it, something caught her eye. Something was hanging above the door, a large net. A trip cord ran down from that was a few feet from a handle. It was so simple, Batgirl knew that she was both on the right track and dealing with a complete amateur criminal. Moving to the side, she cut the rope and sure enough, the net harmlessly dropped to the floor.
She kicked the net to the side and returned to the safe. She turned the large wheel and could tell the lock was not engaged and the rods were retracting. When it stopped, she pulled the handle and the door slowly moved, stiff from lack of use and grease over the last decades.
It was dark inside the vault and the door was further guarded by a metal gate. She heard something, the sound of a chair creaking, a woman grunting and something electrical humming. Looking next to the door, batgirl found a light switch and flicked it. Surprisingly, the lights came on and there on a chair in the back sat Jennifer Wentworth. Ropes encircled her nearly naked body, holding her to it, and tapped between her open thighs was a large vibrator. Jennifer looked almost exhausted, and her skin was covered with a thin layer of perspiration from either the warmth of the room or her struggles.
Or from climaxing several times, courtesy of the vibrator.
“Mrs. Wentworth, are you OK?” Batgirl said.
Jennifer grunted a few times, but Batgirl wasn’t sure if it was in saying she was fine or if she was building up to another orgasm.
“Hang on, I’ll have you out in a minute.”
She checked the gate, but it was locked. Making sure it wasn’t booby trapped, she set to work picking the old lock, looking around to make sure Catwoman was sneaking up on her. A moment later, the lock was open and Batgirl opened the gate slowly, getting nothing but a metallic creak as it swung on the old hinges. With one last look about, she entered the vault.
“Don’t worry, I’ll have you free in a….” she said before something popped and hissed. Before she could turn her head to look, something slammed into her and carried the female crime fighter against the solid marble wall. Dazed, she slumped to the floor, though it didn’t knock her unconscious. But she was completely covered and unintentionally getting herself wrapped up in heavy netting. She saw a large deposit box was open, the source of the net that when tripped, popped the door open and shot the net from it. It was then that Batgirl realized the prior trapping net was simply a ruse to make her let her guard down for this more sophisticated one would do the real ensnaring.
“That worked purr..fectly Meow” she heard a female voice say. Catwoman, clad all in a tight black one piece, boots and masked, had entered the vault. “I’m so happy you decided to drop in for a visit.” She added as she stood over Batgirl, a leg on either side of the netted crime fighter.
“Time for you to take a little cat-nap.” She said as she held a cloth over Batgirl’s mouth and nose, purring as she saw it take effect. “Meow. Nighty night, my darling” she added. Before Batgirl could hold her breath, she took in the fumes and started to feel drowsy, making her inhale more of the fumes. Within seconds, she went from gray to dark and was drifted out, silently rebuking herself that she had been captured by yet another Catwoman.
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16.02.13
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