# Chapter Twelve: A Most Important Apple

Author: | Gospodin

Marie sighed, wiggling in her bonds to relieve muscle strain. The party had moved on to another part of the building, and even the photographers had packed up and left. Marie had tried to get them to untie her, but they paid no attention. She looked over at the half-empty bottle of champagne and groaned in frustration.

As the minutes passed, she wondered if Steed would ever come back for her. As her thoughts about him began to swing over to the randy side, she realized that she was decidedly turned on by her predicament. She still hadn't come after her prolonged masturbation session earlier in the day, and the combination of the champagne, the bondage, the plug in her tail, the loose studded sheath in her pussy, and some undiscernible sensations coming from her piercings had her in a state of definite need.

And then she felt an itch in her right foot, which was bound to the rail in front of her by the knee. She groaned and fussed with her left hand, also bound to the rail in front of her, in an attempt to adjust the rubber legging of her catsuit enough to make friction against the itchy spot.

She managed to move the suit a little, but only by virtue of the fact that she had lubricated her legs thoroughly before putting them in the shaped paw-boots. Marie gasped and let her hand fall slack in its bonds again, noticing that a few threads of the twisted hemp around her knee were frayed and sticking out.

Startled, she looked at her fingers, the metallic silver fingernail claws glistening. Somehow, the tips were rounded and made blunt, so that she could pinch the rubber of her suit without causing damage. Underneath, however, was a thin rough edge just small enough to be out of the way. If she got the right angle, she realized she might be able to cut the rope.

Reaching and twisting, Marie finally slipped a claw between two strands and began sawing. For a few minutes it seemed as though she were getting nowhere. Quickly, however, she began to see threads of hempen twine curl and snap. A minute later, she moaned with relief as she snapped a key string and tugged her knee loose.

Stretching her right leg with gusto, she soon began work on the ropes around the rail that held her hand. This took a bit longer, but in time she had her left hand and right leg free, and rolled over on her back to release her right arm.

Soon she was kneeling on the railroad ties, massaging her shoulder and neck and sipping champagne thoughtfully. Looking down, she frowned as she saw her unprotected rubber crotch dangling its obscene labial sheaths and showcasing her clit ring. She felt more than naked, especially with the tail's plug filling her and making her conscious of her most tender flesh as she walked.

Picking up the bottle of champagne, Marie held it in front of her pubic area and walked through the door that Steed and the white catgirl had left through earlier. She walked down a long hall decorated with bizarre fetish photography and artwork, trying all the doorknobs she could find. Finally, after turning a corner, she found a door at the end of the hall that was unlocked.

Opening it, she stepped into a small brick room where several partyers were filling up a barrel with water.

"Ah, Catwoman. You're just in time to go bobbing for apples!" Marie turned suddenly to see Steed behind the closing door. She jumped back and held the bottle close to her body.

"Uh... My belt..." Marie whispered weakly, "Did you find it yet?"

Steed gestured to the crowd gathered around the barrel. In front of them, standing on a crate of some sort, was the white catgirl.

"The rules are simple! Each person gets one minute to grab an apple from the barrel without using his or her hands. The first person to pull an apple from the barrel..." She held up a silver segmented belt. "...wins the prize!"

Marie turned to Steed in horror, her jaw slack. "Oh, that's marvelous, my dear! " Steed chirped, "With a jaw like that you ought to have no trouble getting your belt back!"

"I thought you said you would get it back for me!" Marie pouted, disappointed in her charming host.

"And I shall. But if you fail at this game, I'm going to have a much harder time of it!"

Marie's attention turned back to the barrel as a player was announced. A woman dressed as Peter Pan stepped up to the challenge. The white catgirl pulled her elbows behind her and placed cuffs on both her wrists and elbows. Pan moved up to the tank, and when the whistle blew began thrashing at the water with her face, bending at the hips and coughing in the excitement. Apples bounced along the surface of the water for one minute, and then the whistle sounded again. Before Marie could react, a man in a Green Lantern costume stepped up to have his arms secured.

"Steed, you have to help me!" Marie pleaded as the whistle blew.

Steed smiled down at Marie and stroked her rubber cowl tenderly. "Very well then, my dear, but you had best sign up to go after me in case I fail."

Steed took off his jacket and walked forward as the whistle blew again, allowing the catgirl to bind his arms behind him. For one minute he thrashed at the apples, trying to grab each one. Marie's spirits sank as the catgirl blew the whistle to signify his failure. Hands shaking, she stepped forward and waited for the catgirl to remove the cuffs from Steed's arms.

"Something screwy's going on here..." Steed mumbled under his breath, glaring at the barrel. Marie didn't get a chance to ask what it was that he found "screwy", because the catgirl had spun her around and was busy cuffing her wrists and elbows together behind her back.

"Well well... You just couldn't get enough of me, could you?" she hissed, snapping Marie's elbow cuffs with a metal carabiner. This is your big chance, now isn't it? If you don't give me a juicy red apple in one minute, you lose your precious little belt forever. I wonder if the agency will penalize you for losing it. I'm sure your Mistress will punish you severely. Good luck, thrall!"

With that, the catgirl blew the whistle, starting the clock before Marie had even stepped over to the barrel. Stumbling forward, she leaned into the water and began biting at the red fruit.

After twenty seconds of thrashing, she began to see what Steed had noticed. Some of the apples moved just a little too easily, and her teeth grazed over them without gaining purchase. Standing up, she noticed that only one had actually lost any peel at all, on the far side of the tub.

Leaning in, she guided it toward her side of the barrel with her chin. When she thought she had it in a good position, she raised herself a little and quickly thrust down, biting hard. Her luck changed, and she found her teeth sunk deep into the only real apple in the game.

Pulling it out, however, turned out to be more difficult. Marie tried to straighten her back, but she felt something pulling at the apple in her mouth. Twisting her head, she saw two strips of stretchy red material pulling from either side of the fruit down to the bottom of the tank.

Frustrated, she heaved against the rubber tether. She was sure that she had only a few seconds left. Finally, with a loud splash, the straps came loose from the bottom of the tank and smacked Marie on the cheeks. She staggered backward on her heelless boots and fell backward flat on her ass.

Marie's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she landed. Her bound arms managed to cushion her fall somewhat, but she managed to squeeze nearly all of the air out of her tail and into her plug. Wheezing around the apple in her mouth, she rolled onto her knees and worked to catch her breath.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!" Steed called out. The catgirl, having none of this, began to make a break for the door, belt in hand.

"Oh, that's not going to happen!" Steed cooed, grabbing the white tail in his hand and slowly wrapping it around his fist as the catgirl screeched. He twisted it until the bulge began to show between her cheeks, and she bent over in pain, swatting at his hands. Steed quickly tied the tail into a crude knot.

"I believe this belongs to someone else, my dear." He plucked the silver utility belt from her hand and gave her rear a swat as she crawled out of the room in shame.

"MMphg. Nghhhhhn!" Marie gasped through the apple in her teeth. She had bit so deeply that she couldn't open her mouth again, and she was close enough to the core that she couldn't just bite through the rest of it. With her arms cuffed behind her back, the apple just stuck in her jaw, two ragged rubber bands hanging from the sides.

"My my, you are in a fix, aren't you Catwoman?" Steed laughed. Marie just chuckled a little and batted her eyelashes at him. There was a moment of stillness between them, and Marie suddenly felt the ring in her clit hood move a little as her flesh swelled behind it.

Steed dropped to one knee and swooped her up in his arms. Without breaking eye contact, he carried her over to a plush chair shaped like a high-heeled shoe and sat down, positioning her on his lap. He reached up and tied the rubber straps from the apple around the back of Marie's head, causing her to roll her eyes back and flutter her eyelids.

The next thing Marie knew, the front flap of Steed's trousers was down, and the tip of his penis was poking against her pierced clit through the rubber costume. He traced it up over the suit's exaggerated labia and pushed the glans gently into the studded sheath that was stuffed inside of her.

Marie simply threw her head back and moaned, as Steed gently and slowly pushed himself into her. As he slid back and forth, the studs tickled Marie's sensitive insides and sent waves of warm glowing pleasure through her shivvering black-coated body. Her rubber genitalia transmitted sensations through to her body, even the playful tweaking and twisting of her erect nipples felt like sucking and nibbling through the rubber and lubricant.

As their gyrations reached a fever pitch, Steed leaned forward and bit into the apple she held between her teeth. Using his neck muscles, he swung Marie from side to side, forcing her to shift her hips to maintain balance. Their eyes locked, and for a moment he held her still. With a snarl, he bit down and chewed off a bite from his side of the fruit, and began bucking wildly.

Marie had been so on-edge the whole evening that she felt herself close to orgasm again. She threw her head back and sucked air through her nose, ready to come.

But it was not to be. Jolts of punishment stabbed at her breasts and clitoris, causing her to jump up off of Steed's tool quickly and curl up in a whimpering ball at his feet.

"There, there." He cooed, running his fingers behind the ears of her hood. "Perhaps that's just not what they want you to do just yet. Here, I bet this will help..." Steed untied the rubber straps from behind her neck and pulled the apple out from her teeth. holding her by the elbow cuffs, he positioned her head above his still-stiff member.

Marie felt a tingle of pleasure surge at her piercings again as her slick latex lips kissed the tip. She stuck out her tongue and licked it tentatively, and began sucking in earnest as the rings in her flesh responded with positive reinforcement.

Bobbing her head up and down, she began to take him in deeper and deeper, each stroke pushing back further in her mouth. Her breathing hit a rhythm as she began to swallow him into her. Finally he twitched, and shot load after load of warm come onto her tongue. At that moment, the pleasure from the rings finally pushed Marie into orgasm, and she swallowed so quickly that she began coughing.

The two collapsed with a sigh, spent. Marie curled up at Steed's feet, her arms still cuffed behind her. Steed leaned back in the shoe-chair and idly stuffed his manhood back into his leather trousers.

"Mmmm, that was lovely." Steed sighed, stroking Marie's rubber-coated scalp with the tips of his fingers.

"Thank you, Sir." Marie whispered, nuzzling his shoes with her nose as his odor and taste lingered in her head.

"Since you have been such a charming companion this evening, and since it is your birthday," Marie looked up suddenly as Steed mentioned her birthday. "Oh yes, the agency told me a few things about you. Mostly meaningless statistics, but enough to pique my interest."

"Agency?" Marie scowled, her warm feelings for Steed acquiring a bit of an edge as she realized that he had her at a disadvantage not just because of her bondage.

"Of course, you have questions. I can't answer all of them, I'm afraid. However, you have earned yourself a little birthday present." Steed reached down to the floor and picked up Marie's utility belt, strapping it around her hips. Taking hold of her thumbs behind her back, he slipped them into slots in one of the rear segments. He reached into his hatband and pulled out a silvery chip shaped like a guitar pick.

As he slipped the device into the belt segment behind her back, it sprang open. Steed pulled out a laminated card and a small key, holding them up in front of Marie's face.

"It looks to be directions to a storage locker building on South Van Ness." Steed read off the card, "If you use this key to open locker number 403 and then follow directions, your Mistress will communicate with you."

Marie's heart skipped a beat. "Mistress?" She looked up into Steed's eyes, confused, "Then you're not... I mean, she's a..."

Steed looked down sympathetically at the stuttering slavegirl kneeling at his feet. "No, my dear. I am just a beneficiary of her fine services."

"Then, you've met? You know her?"

Steed shook his head, his eyes closed. "At this point, you know all that I know."

"But you talked about an agency. What is that?"

"They contacted me, and commissioned my services. I'm afraid I can't say much more until we are both unmasked."

Marie shrank back at the thought of being unmasked in front of the entire crowd, especially after they had seen her bound to the rails with her rubber-sheathed pussy splayed for their view. She writhed a bit in her elbow and wrist cuffs uncomfortably, trying without success to get used to the idea.

"I can see the thought of the unmasking does not appeal to you just yet." Steed sighed as he looked down at the card and key he held.

"N-no, Sir." Marie hung her head apologetically. "Is that bad?"

"I would have loved to see the pretty face behind that cowl, but you may be relieved to know that there is another option." Marie looked up as Steed explained. "The unmasking is meant to keep us all even. First none of us know each other, and then we all do. It would be unfair for someone to stay masked but learn everyone's identity."

"Therefore, anyone who wishes to remain in cognito must wear a blindfold, to prevent that unfair advantage from appearing." Steed stood and grabbed Marie by the link between her elbow cuffs, helping her to her unsteady feet on the teetering paw-shoes. "If we hurry, we can get you a blindfold before midnight."

Marie wobbled as she balanced as best she could on the teetering heelless paws without using her arms. "Please, could you release my arms, Steed?"

Steed smiled and ran his hand down the front of Marie's costume, running his finger in circles around her nipple. "No. I think it does wonderful things for your posture. Besides, I think I will enjoy having a bound catslave for another couple of hours."

Pressing the card and key into Marie's hands, Steed reached into his waistcoat and pulled out a leather leash. "I realize it's more appropriate for a dog than a cat, but we all improvise now and again." With a few tugs, he led her back into the heart of the party.

They emerged into a large central room where a woman in a rubber straitjacket and leg-binder was suspended upside-down over a tank of red water, the chain slowly lowering her each second. Steed pulled Marie over to the bar, where he shouted something at the barmaid, who was dressed in a full latex Wonder Woman costume. Taking something from her, he turned back to Marie.

"Ten! Nine! Eight!" The crowd chanted, as people reached up to take hold of their masks and hoods, loosening laces and unbuckling straps.

"Seven! Six! Five!" Steed fiddled with the black strap in his hands as the woman hanging from the chain dangled dangerously close to the tank, grey dorsal fins swimming around just above the surface of the red water.

"Four! Three! Two!" All light was blocked out suddenly as two round wooly pads were pressed against Marie's eyes. She felt steed buckle a strap around the back of her head, and another over the top and under her chin.

"One! Midnight!" The crowd cheered, and Marie heard the sound of rubber squeaking off heads, and masks and straps falling to the floor. EVeryone laughed as splashing and thrashing sounds emanated from the other room, followed by some sounds like plastic tubes bouncing on the floor.

"What happened?" Marie shouted, not sure where her escort stood any more.

"The sharkmen threw mannequin parts out of the tank when she fell in." a voice shouted from her left.

The murmur of the crowd rose to an indiscernible din as people cried out in recognition of their friends and colleagues. Marie swam in confusion as she felt people bump against her, her leash occasionally tugging her this way or that. At one point she was sure she felt it drop loose in front of her, hanging down at her knees.

Eventually, she found herself being led through the room, the leash pulling roughly as the sounds of the crowd disappeared behind her. The sounds of a heavy metal door echoed behind her, and she soon realized that she was in the building's elevator again.

"Ground floor." A female voice hissed.

"Steed? Hello?" Marie called out, helpless. The ride to the ground floor was silent. She soon felt herself being pulled outside into the alleyway.

"Well, thrall, you seem to have won yourself a little victory today." Marie realized with horror that the voice belonged to the white catgirl. Her struggles against the elbow cuffs began again in earnest, helpless little moans of frustration echoing off the brick buildings. She almost didn't notice the laminated card and the locker key fall to the ground behind her.

"Do you know how difficult it was to loosen the tail enough to untie the knot? I had to inflate the plug even wider just to get a nail into it!"

"Please!" Marie mewed, "Untie me! Let me go! Steed! Steeeeed!"

"Oh, he's still upstairs, no doubt looking for you. Since he isn't here, I'll happily stand in for him. Now let's see... what is it he usually does?" Marie felt her plug begin to swell, and her hands flung about behind her as her tail was wrung out completely and tied into a crude knot near the base. Marie began to crouch down as the swollen plug forced her to bend over at her hips, the plug pushing at her from the inside and her corset squeezing her belly from the outside.

"Stoooooop!" Marie sobbed, her teeth gritted against the pressure.

"Oh, you suffer so prettily, little thrall! For that, I'll let you keep your silly belt. You do, however, still have something of mine, and Mistress would punish me horribly if she found out I'd lost them." Marie would have sighed with relief as her wrist and elbow cuffs were undone, but the tension at her behind held her attention. The moment she had the ability, she began to fumble at the tight latex knot, ignoring her blindfold as a distant second on her list of priorities.

"If I ever see you again, thrall, I'll strap you down and lash you fiercely while you eat me out to a dozen orgasms. Keep that in mind!" Marie yelped as her distended bottom was slapped a few times, and she heard the catgirl walk across the brick alleyway and back into the building.

After several minutes of useless fumbling, Marie finally remembered the catgirl's words and squeezed the base of the tail enough to finally pick at the knot until it loosened. She groaned as her achey muscles finally squeezed the air back into the tail; and realized that despite (or perhaps because of) the fear and abuse, her pussy was again slick and wet.

In a few moments, she had undone the straps on the blindfold and opened her eyes to the bright glare of a pair of headlights. She squinted into them as she heard a horn toot twice. The engine rattled to life and the yellow cab slowly pulled up alongside her.

"How long were you waiting there?" Marie stammered as she saw the familiar sailor-suited taxi driver.

"Eh, half an hour. I was taking a smoke break. Someplace I can take you, or are you gunna go back in and finish the catfight?"

Marie frowned and looked down at the card and key at her feet. "No, I think now I'm ready to go find some answers." She scooped up the two items and read the address to the driver as she stepped into the cab, the sudden subtle inflation of her plug no longer surprising her stretched anus as she sat back in the seat.

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