## The Cat Meets the Pussy (F/F)

Post by LordNelson » Fri Feb 14, 2014 4:12 pm

As she pulled into the parking lot she looked up at the apartment building she lived in. It was just another exciting part of her new life. The last month had been a crazy whirlwind of success that had led her here. She had finished college with top ten marks in her course. She had found a good job before graduation. Her parents had given her this car as a gift.
When she decided to move out and find a home of her own she found this place. It was a new building and she was lucky enough to be one of the first applicants. When she was accepted there were tears at home but mom and dad knew it was time for her to start a life of her own.
The first week was hectic; working all day and furniture and appliance shopping in the evenings. She went to bed each night tired but happy. Now, two weeks into her new life, things were beginning to settle down. She had the necessities and filling in the gaps could be done at a more leisurely pace.
Today she had went straight home from work. She was taking a night off. Not only was she very busy with her job but she also had to fend off the advances of just about every man at the office, including some of the married ones. Being young, pretty and blond made her a target but she was handling it well. No shopping, no laundry, no apartment cleaning. She was just going to have a quiet evening in.
As she entered her apartment she was about to learn something about new buildings. The doors don’t squeak. She had no warning when the intruder came out from hiding in the closet.
A hand clamped down firmly over her mouth pulling her head back against the intruder’s chest. An arm wrapped itself around her pinning one arm to her side; the hand grabbing her other arm. She tried to twist to free herself but the intruder had lifted her. Her toes barely touched the ground; without firm footing her struggles were useless. The intruder held her tightly for a moment and then spoke.
‘Resistance is futile. Fight me and it will only make me fight back and you will lose. Surrender and you will come out of this in one piece. Do you understand?’
She nodded her head “yes” as best she could and stopped fighting back. The intruder eased her heels back down to the floor. The intruder kept the hand over her mouth but relaxed the hold on her arms. The hand holding the arm released its grip. It made its way up her body and fondled her breasts. The fingertips gently rubbed her nipples until they stood firmly at attention and then the intruder tenderly pinched them. The hands then rubbed back across her tummy until they reached her arm grabbing the wrist and twisting it behind her back. It was lifted just high enough to cause some discomfort.
‘When I let go of your wrist you will remove your clothes. If you attempt to escape I will grab your wrist again. I will not be so gentle.’
Once her hand was free she undid her belt and her skirt slid down her legs to the floor. As she unbuttoned her blouse the intruder’s hand slipped down into her crotch. She fumbled with the buttons above as eager fingers explored her below. When the last button was undone the probing hand was forced up between her back and the intruder. The intruder grabbed her blouse by the collar pulling it off roughly and tossing it aside. Standing naked and hand gagged her arm was once again twisted behind her back but not to the point of pain. The intruder pushed her forcefully to the bedroom.
When she was at the foot of the bed she had taken enough. She nodded her head three times. That was the signal for a time out. The intruder released her. As she scampered from the bedroom she said ‘sorry, I’ve really got to pee.’
When Lizzie returned Kate said ‘You really know how to break the mood.’ ‘Sorry about that’ replied Lizzie ‘but you look so good I’m not going to have any trouble getting back into the mood.’ Kate was wearing a black spandex catsuit that fit like a second skin with high heeled black leather boots. Black gloves, a hood and a mask over her eyes made her look every bit a villain; except for one thing. In order to get the hood to fit properly she had cut a hole in the back. A long blond ponytail tumbled out.
‘You’re looking good too’ said Kate. Whenever they played their games they liked to dress the part. Whichever one was the “bad guy” wore black; the “good guy” was white. Lizzie was wearing skimpy white lace panties and brassiere with a garter belt and white stockings with high heeled white sandals.
As she resumed her position as the victim she said to Kate ‘Resistance is futile! Have you been watching Star Trek again? It’s a good thing I was gagged or I would have laughed out loud. That really would have spoiled the mood.’ Kate hand gagged her again before she could criticize anymore and as she twisted her arm she gave it an extra little nudge. ‘When it’s your turn to be evil’ she said ‘you can say whatever you want. For now just be a good girl and let me get on with my wicked plans. Resistance is futile, bitch.’
Kate pushed her along to the head of the bed. Hidden beneath one of the pillows was a pair of black nylon stockings. One went into Lizzie's mouth, the other was used for a cleave gag. Once she was silenced Kate pushed her onto the bed. Concealed under the comforter was a rope at each corner tied to the bedposts. (The bed was one thing they had purchased together and they made sure it had a sturdy headboard and footboard. When Kate stretched out spread eagle on it in the store it attracted a few stares but she didn’t care; she wanted to “try it on”.)
In a few minutes Lizzie’s limbs were secured to the bedposts; as usual Kate left no slack. It may have been just for fun but Kate had no tolerance for loose or sloppy ties. “If you’re going to do it, do it right” she said. Lizzie played the part of the damsel and struggled with her bonds. She had never gotten loose from one of Kate’s ties and didn’t expect that she ever would but she loved to try as much as Kate loved to watch.
Kate enjoyed her efforts but after a few minutes she was too aroused to wait any longer. She climbed onto the bed. She took hold of the zipper that ran from the neck of her suit to the crotch. As she pulled it down she purred ‘Ready or not pussy here I come.’ As usual Kate was braless and she peeled back the sides of the catsuit until both breasts were in full view. A hint of black panties peeked over the bottom of the zipper.
She pushed a knee firmly into Lizzie's crotch and began to lick Lizzie's tummy with her long feline tongue. Lizzie got shivers as Kate darted the tip into her navel. Kate removed her gloves and licked the back of her hands like a cat licks its paws. As she licked she worked her knee up and down; the spandex rubbing smoothly against the inside of Lizzie's thighs. Lizzie laid there, eyes closed, waves of pleasure washing outwards from her pussy. When Kate stopped she looked up and could see that Kate had trimmed her long fingernails into sharply pointed claws gleaming with shiny black nail polish.
She started at Lizzie's bound wrists dragging the claws down her arms and then across her chest. Lizzie got goose bumps as the sharp nails sensually scratched their way down her body. When they reached the garter belt Kate ran a nail back and forth along the edge of it. Then she continued on to the panties and down Lizzie's thighs; the claws taking the panties with them. When they would go down no further Kate slipped her hand under the pillow and pulled out a pair of scissors.
As she snipped them off she smiled. She had to replace a lot of panties and bras for Lizzie but it was worth it; this was one of her favorite parts. She tossed the ruined panties and the scissors to the floor. She reached under the pillow again for the last two items she had stashed there. One was a bottle of lubricant. Lizzie's eyes went wide when she saw the other. It was long and thick and black. It was the biggest dildo she had ever seen; and it had whiskers!
Kate gave a sinful laugh as she said ‘When I saw this I just had to buy it. It’s called the Tom Cat. Now I’m going to introduce this big feline to your little pussy.’ Lizzie gave a few mmph’s of genuine concern as she imagined this monster splitting her in half. Kate ignored her as she applied a few drops of lubricant to it. She rubbed it all over until it was covered with a glistening sheen.
She wiped her oily fingers on Lizzie's vagina. She worked it in until it mixed with Lizzie's own juices. Then, very dramatically, she slowly approached Lizzie with the enormous toy. Lizzie tensed up. Her instincts told her to run like hell but she was helpless. She closed her eyes and waited for the moment of penetration. When it touched her she flinched. Kate rubbed the tip against Lizzie's lips working it in gradually.
Lizzie began to moan. There was no pain or discomfort yet; she was so freaked out she was moaning in anticipation. Kate pushed gently but firmly and the whiskers began to disappear as it found its way. Lizzie could feel it filling her up and unexpectedly there was no hurting; only pleasure. As her anxiety slipped away she relaxed and the path became easier; soon it reached its destination.
When it nudged her sweet spot she clenched her teeth and almost sat up; the ropes held her back and the headboard creaked. It was so big it pushed on her in every direction giving her so much stimulation she was on the verge of sensory overload. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more Kate gave it a twist. As the whiskers twirled around inside her the erotic sensations in her pussy exploded like fireworks. As each burst began to fade Kate would twist it again and another shower of hot sparks would burn through Lizzie's body.
In a finale reminiscent of the Fourth of July Kate twisted and pumped the Tom Cat until Lizzie built to a peak higher than she had ever reached. When she finally came Kate paused only for a moment and then pounded at her again; a second orgasm followed by a third rocked Lizzie. The fourth orgasm was Kate’s as she had her other hand down her own panties.
Kate collapsed on the bed and cuddled up to Lizzie. Short of breath and their heads buzzing they kissed once and then enjoyed the glow that emanated from their satisfied bodies.
It was several hours later when the pizza delivery arrived. Kate had already showered but Lizzie was still bound to the bed; napping after her ordeal. She was going to untie Lizzie and then help her to shower. Kate put the pizza in the oven to stay warm knowing that she had a habit of being creative with a bar of soap and the pizza would otherwise be cold by the time she was done.

### Re: The Cat Meets the Pussy (F/F)

Post by LordNelson » Fri Feb 14, 2014 4:15 pm

I originally intended to write one story based on the Lizzie McGuire TV show but good response and a number of requests led me to create a series of them. This will be the last one for a while as I take a break to work on other projects.
Several members have been supportive of my efforts and this story is dedicated to Vivianfan who has been very complimentary and not shy to make requests.
LordNelson

### Re: The Cat Meets the Pussy (F/F)

Post by SelenaGfan » Fri Feb 14, 2014 11:23 pm

WOW that was great.Loved the use of stockings for a gag.If this is how your Lizzie McGuire stories are going to be they will be worth the wait.

### Re: The Cat Meets the Pussy (F/F)

Post by SelenaGfan » Mon Mar 31, 2014 12:10 pm

More Please
formerly Vivianfan

### Re: The Cat Meets the Pussy (F/F)

Post by LordNelson » Mon Mar 31, 2014 6:23 pm

For SelenaGfan and other Lizzie McGuire fans I have a series of four stories coming up; one for each member of the McGuire family. I am currently working on a few requests but hopefully in two or three weeks I will be posting them. Thanks for your interest and support of my stories. As long as you keep reading them I'll keep writing them.

### Re: The Cat Meets the Pussy (F/F)

Post by capturedsuperhero » Sat May 17, 2014 9:00 am

great story!
Arrogant Superhero here, Looking for a Nasty Villain!!!!