Chapter Twelve: A Most Important Apple
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:Author: Gospodin

.. meta::
   :shs-title: The Enslavement of Marie
   :shs-author: Gospodin
   :shs-part: 12
   :shs-keywords: MFf, latex, mc, bd

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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