Adventures of Black Cat.

Part 3: Entrapment

Upon arriving near the storefront window, Felicia, a thief who is supposed to be as cunning as a cat but as powerful as a lioness, exhales in irritation in having been out-leveraged by, based on a few glances at Cassidy’s phone, some TikTok yoga girl who, although fit, has never thrown a punch. The store was dimly lit with big closing sign in red letters near the display where she stole what she was tricked into believing was a real mineral rock.

The parking lot was, fortunately, 80 percent empty that gave her relief as people during regular hours might recognize her as a famous collaborator with Spiderman or as a cosplayer-the latter being the best outcome. The strip plaza itself was brutalist in appearance with a parking lot that was patchy to say the least. As she looks at Cassidy with a contemptuous demeanor while Cassidy is busy writing something on a blank piece of paper. Felicia thinks:

Felicia: What could she be up to? She is not seriously thinking about trying to exert more leverage, could she? Get it together Felicia! There is no way this girl can exert anymore leverage on me once I give her this phone. Then again, I should have insisted on a drop off point, but that blonde bitch had leverage! Ugh, lets just get this over with so I can unwarp my reality.

Felicia flings the storefront door open in a way that signals who the powerhouse in the room is despite the fleeting leverage Cassidy has with her blackmail through exposing Felicias geo-location (and likely place of residence) to police. Cassidy is initially startled by her entrance with an innocent look of shock before reverting back to the angry demeanor she had when she called Felicia on her own phone through the store phone. Felicia and Cassidy both stare at each other with laser-like precision in a tense moment of silence.

Felicia feels that her having to give Cassidy’s phone back in-person under blackmail, especially to someone as underwhelming as Cassidy, is a embarrassing blow to her professional standards. Cassidy, knowing that she is less powerful and smaller is not embarrassed by the hand-gag Felicia used to silence her, but is outraged that a thief of seemingly high standards would bully a struggling pet store for what seemed to be play after a valuable bank heist. Cassidy is even more enraged by the fact that she and her mom do jobs on the side with Cassidy doing personal training (hence her current attire) and her mom being a yoga teacher who is currently out of town because she is hosting a retreat. She is also made even bolder considering that her dad separated from her mom in large part due to business-related stress. All this makes her even more protective in loss prevention.

Physically, Cassidy is 4-5 inches shorter than Felicia and with medium length blonde hair in a ponytail with a freckled face and a bright complexion that usually compliments her smile but is hampered by her current facial expression. She is attractive with a fairly curvaceous physique along with a bit of body fat that is hidden by her dark blue athletic body suit that elevates her butt. She is well put together, but not uncommonly so. She enjoy general/casual gym work, but is not highly trained.

Felicia, on the other hand, is also curvaceous but in the outstanding sense as a rare result of someone who is highly trained and is, therefore, functionally fit while retaining the shapely thickness of a model. She is a combination of sexuality, beauty, power, and agility whose form is made even more outstanding by her trademark catsuit. After their moment of silent tension, Felicia lightly slides Cassidy’s phone toward her on the counter before saying:

Felica: There you go, in pristine condition. Now that your information-based leverage has ended, I want to exert a threat of physical leverage: If you tell anyone about this little scenario you got me into, or of my residence, I will twist you into a pretzel. Got it? I have deleted the memory of my previous location on your phone, so don’t try this again if you think I have stolen something else.

As she turns to leave in a walk of arrogance, she is interrupted by Cassidy.

Cassidy: Stop! I didn’t want you to surrender my phone, I wanted you to surrender yourself as well! Me and my mom can’t afford to have bullies like you rob us for fun while we struggle to pay bills.

Felicia: Fun? Honey, I have fun robbing high-end jewelry stores not down beat places like this. I told you, I was tricked into this debacle for someone’s….entertainment.

Cassidy: Oh shut up! You think I am stupid? At this point, I don’t even want the police involved as I know you will easily evade them or, if caught, bribe the guards with money or those….assets of yours.

Felicia: Ha, you should want me in jail for your protection instead of me surrendering to you as these “assets” are beyond you. So run along you blonde d-

Suddenly, Cassidy pulls a gun and tells Felicia to surrender. Felicia, before Cassidy can finish saying “surrender”, disarms Cassidy with her grappling gun that shoots out from her hidden gauntlet and pulls the gun towards her. Felicia unloads the gun before throwing it aside.

Felicia: Nice try blondie. This is my final warning to you: If you try to make me surrender again I will twist you into a pretzel. Now, let me leave calmly before this gets out of hand.

As Felicia turns to leave again, Cassidy foolishly tries to pull her back by the arm. Felicia responds to this by immediately putting her into a wrist lock with one hand. Felicia kneels in pain while Felicia stands tall.

Felicia: I told you! No more warnings. You will regret ever clashing with me you blonde bi-arghh.

Felicia’s taunting is cut off by a bear taser Cassidy concealed by taping it to the back of her thigh where its color blended into her bodysuit. Felicia falls to her knees clutching her thigh until she is tased again by Cassidy at the waist.

Cassidy: Those assets of yours are looking more electric than usual, don’t you think?

Felicia: Shut the fu-arrgh.

The last taser shot is jealously hit into Felicias butt as a mockery of her sexual assets. The shot stuns Felicia onto her back where she lays half-conscious and defeated in the middle of the store. Cassidy picks up Felicias arm to check if she can resist her, once she notices how weakened she is, she sits her up and wraps her arms around Felicia’s waist to drag her up the stairs toward the inventory storage attic where overstock is kept. Noticing that Felicia is not fully unconscious, she tells her along the way up to “pick up her feet more” to “..relax your shoulders and back to make your transport easier for us both. If you can groan you can walk just a bit for me.”.

As soon as they arrive up at the attic, spreads Felicia out on her stomach and spreads her arms and legs out wide to search her. After disarming Felicia of her gauntlets, utility belt, and some hidden lock picks hidden in other pockets, she reviews the floor-plan she was working on before Felicia returned so she knows where to position everything. In her sketch, Felicia is put in a ball-tie (also known as a fetal tie) and is attached to a nearby pipe in a de-cluttered area while a camera is already mounted in the corner for loss prevention. Cassidy thinks to herself:

Cassidy: It is time to put the rope bondage techniques my mom taught me when she was a shibari instructor before she switched to yoga. A ball tie, a tie that brings her knees near her chest, will keep this badass in check. I will tie her hands behind her back using a back arm harness and then put her in a bikini chest harness for extra punishment. I will tie her upper thighs, knees, and ankles together with simple double column ties but make them far tighter than usual. Once her lower body is done, bring her knees as close as I can to her chest in a “ball” shape. Alright, lets go and get er’ done, Cassie!

20 minutes and many bundles of nylon rope later, Felicia is tied in a ball shape that looks like this (except the upper thighs are also tied and the bikini harness is more comprehensive):

Once the tie is fully complete, Cassidy recalls Felicia warning her that she would turn her (Cassidy) into a human pretzel with brute grappling ability. “Well”, Cassidy says, “who is the pretzel now”? Before Felicia can respond in a weak tone of voice, Cassidy puts her lips together with duct tape and locks up the store for the night.