The Fiendish Catalog of Mistress Meow
By Av
Introduction
Mistress Meow moved the mouse around her computer screen, jiggering a calculation here, modifying a diagram there.
The latest version of TrapMaker Professional that the feline queen of evil had just purchased was a dream to work with. In one window, the program allowed her to easily perform some of the complex calculations needed to develop the engineering concepts behind her most devious capture devices. In a second window, advanced Computer Aided Design (CAD) functionality allowed her to manipulate the equipment needed for her schemes in virtual space, saving her the time and money of building her wicked devices before being sure they would actually work.
Sniggering as she edited the final details on her latest project (a spring loaded teeter totter that would send her victim sailing into a pile of self-tightening chain), the black-cowled villainess clicked on the Trap Preview button at the top of the screen to see the results of her work.
The workspace on her computer desktop was immediately replaced by a multimedia viewing window in which she could see the hypothetical end-product of all her work. And there, in the window, was a very lifelike rendition of Spellbinder, member of Sun City's Superheroine Sisterhood and Mistress Meow's mortal foe. At the moment, Spellbinder was looking particularly mortal, dangling over a pit of molten lava, her body wrapped in heavy chain from head to toe. With a click on an onscreen toolbar, Mistress Meow added a bright red ballgag to Spellbinder's ensemble, completing her virtual helplessness.
The wily fiend turned up the sound on the multimedia product and heard the crackling of molten lava, the muffled screams of the trapped heroine and her own insane cackles remarkably well simulated within the program's preview environment. "Welcome to your doom, Spellbinder," said Mistress Meow, both in the software preview and in real life as the maniacal laughter reached fever pitch.
Suddenly, a small Instant Message window appeared on the Mistress' computer screen with a brief message:
"Apologies for interrupting," said the message, "but I couldn't help notice that some of your calculations are off."
Shocked that someone on the Internet had any idea of what her computer was currently working on, but insanely curious, Mistress Meow replied. "Who are you and what are you talking about," went her reply message. "My calculations are perfect!"
"Actually," responded the mysterious writer's next message, "I think you may have missed a few details. Allow me to show you."
And, with that, the mysterious stranger took control over Mistress Meow's desktop, closing the preview window and running the mouse between the calculation and CAD windows of the TrapMaker product. As the mysterious force ran down her equations and diagrams, the feline fiend noticed that she had indeed made a number of mistakes in both areas. Calculations were corrected, design specs modified, diagrams changed. With each change, Mistress Meow recognized that her unseen helper knew what he was doing better than she did.
"Now," said the stranger in another instant message, "let's see how well your trap would actually work."
And with that, the program went back into trap preview mode. Only this time, the results were not quite what Mistress Meow had expected. Instead of Spellbinder twirling helplessly to her death, instead the Mistress saw herself duct taped to the side of Police Headquarters. The tape held her completely immobile and stuck her fast to the doors of the police building, a humiliating end to another botched plan. Gagged with duct tape, the villainess could not even curse as a virtual image of Spellbinder (who had clearly put her in this predicament) lectured her on why crime did not pay as animated police gathered around the trapped catgirl to laugh at her fate.
Mistress Meow slumped back in her seat, both shocked and angry. Suddenly, another message blinked on the screen. "Would you like to solve your superheroine problems for good?" it asked.
"And how can I do that," she wrote back.
"Allow me to introduce myself," was the reply, and with that the room was enveloped in a loud explosion which sent the Mistress flying backwards in her chair.
Recovering from the shock of the noisy explosion, Mistress Meow scanned the room and noticed not a single item out of place, much less the burn marks she had expected from such a loud bang.
"Apologies for the noisy entry," said a voice with a strange but somewhat familiar Germanic accent. "One uf zees days, ve vill figure out how to teleport more qvietly."
Mistress Meow stared dumbfounded at the small, nattily attired man who stood before her. Shorter than her (just five foot four, she estimated), he was dressed like a department store floorwalker with a small pencil moustache and pink flower in his lapel.
"I am Mr. Zumdish, sales director from the Intergalactic Department Store," the strange man announced. "And fortunately for you, we are running a sale this week on our most advanced line of damsel traps."
"Tell me more," said Mistress Meow, as she offered Mr. Zumdish her chair.
Kelsie Chambers waited in line behind a dozen other customers at the Sun City Post Office. While the queue moved interminably slowly, she would be damned if she would bail now, having already invested a half an hour of her time waiting for service.
As Kelsie ran through the letters and bills she would be buying stamps for, women clad in identical trench coats made their way to the front of the line. Glancing left and right, the woman in the lead gave a silent signal to her two companions, who quickly made their way to the post office doors, slamming them shut, switching the sign from "Open" to "Closed" and pulling down the blinds.
Kelsie looked up just as the three woman pulled off their coats, revealing what was hidden beneath. To the crowd's shock, each girl was clad only in the most expensive lingerie, two woman clad in exquisite bras and panties, and the third wearing a coloreful red teddie. What shocked the post office customers most, however, was not the women's perfect bodies and flattering garments, but the double-barreled shotguns that each scantily clad beauty held in her arms and trained on the line of post office customers.
"The Supermodel Gang," Kelsie thought to herself, as she glanced around the post office for a place to hide. This trio of delectable criminals had been ravaging the city for weeks, leaving pilfered shops, banks and now public facilities (as well as dozens of penniless ogling men) in their wake.
Kelsie knew that this was her chance to put the gang away forever, if she could only slink away from the scene without being noticed by the three assailants. Fortunately, she was far back in the line, and obscured by a particularly overweight post office patron. Dropping to the floor, she crawled on her belly to an empty office whose door was fortunately unlocked. Slinking inside, she crawled into a corner, careful to make sure her movements would not be seen through the office windows that remained uncurtained.
"Whew," thought Kelsie as she finally found a private place to remove her own clothing. Within seconds, she had taken off her own coat, slacks and blouse, revealing her own hidden garments, in this case the red, white and blue spandex of the Sun City's most well-known crime fighter, Spellbinder!
Making sure her knee-length red leather boots were in place, her two-piece, flag-decorated, bikini-like outfit not askew and her mask in position, she carefully made her way towards the crack she had left in the office door to see what was going on inside the post office. There, she saw only one supermodel, Red Teddy, who was training her shotgun on a line of victims, forcing them to empty their wallets and purses into an empty mailbag lying on the floor.
Spellbinder could hear loud cracking and crashing noises in the room behind the post office window (now shuttered) and realized that the other two gang members were likely inside the main facility, rifling post office boxes for whatever valuables they could get their hands on.
Spellbinder realized that now was time to strike, while just one robber remained in sight and the rest were pre-occupied and obscured from view. Crouching on the floor, Spellbinder's mighty legs sprang, hurling her over the heads of the post office customers and landing her just a few inches from Red Teddy.
Shocked and surprised, the lingerie-clad thief spun her shotgun in Spellbinder's direction, planting the two barrels squarely in the superheroine's mighty bosom. With blinding speed and strength, Spellbinder grabbed the two barrels of the shotgun and yanked them apart, just as Red Teddy pulled the trigger.
With the gun damaged, the trigger managed to make contact with a shell that had already lost its shot when Spellbinder yanked the gun apart. Rather than sending metal flying at its target, the shell simply flashed in the supermodel's face, leaving her stunned and blackfaced.
This was the moment Spellbinder needed to quickly and quietly take out the
first member of the trio. Wielding the
now-detached shotgun barrels like clubs, she smashed her barely dressed
assailant in the stomach with one barrel, knocking the wind out of her. She then wedged the other barrel between the
winded and dazed crook's feet and gave it a powerful twist, knocking the girl's
legs out from under her.
As Red Teddy lay on the ground, recovering her wits, she felt her hands being pulled behind her back, then heard the squeaky, twisting of metal. Suddenly she realized that her hands were now immobilized behind her back, locked in place by a makeshift handcuff Spellbinder had created by twisting the gun barrel into several tight loops around her wrists and lower arms. As the criminal struggled to free herself, Spellbinder grabbed the bound girl's naked feet, creating a second cuff from the other barrel which she used to bind Red Teddy's ankles which she then attached to the wrist cuffs, binding the girl into an inescapable, hogtie of twisted steel.
"Don't go anywhere," said Spellbinder as she threw the mailbag previously used to hold the Supermodel Gang's ill-gotten loot over the tied girl's head, wrapping the bag's pull string around the bound criminal's mouth to create a "quick-and-dirty" gag. Within the bag, the helpless thief tried to cry for help, but her shouts were muffled by the bag and rope around her face, not to mention the wallets, cash and other valuables that bounced off her head whenever she struggled.
Spellbinder motioned the crowd to remain silent, then made her way into the main hall of the post office where, as she suspected, her victim's two bra-and-panty-clad compatriots were in the process of tearing open post office boxes and removing their contents. Fortunately for Spellbinder, their backs were turned to the door, so they never saw her swiftly move into the room where she roughly grabbed one of the criminals and hurled her across the room where she landed, stunned, on top of a conveyer belt.
The second thinly dressed model/crook turned in shock, just in time to be grabbed by the throat and also thrown across the room where she landed on top of her companion, belly to belly, on the same conveyor belt.
Bounding across the room, Spellbinder landed at the control panel of the packaging device she had just tossed her victims onto and threw the switch, making the conveyor belt hum to life as it dragged the two dazed criminals into a large, metal box.
The packager worked by tightly wrapping string around parcels (normally boxes wrapped in brown paper, but in this case, attractive women clad only in bras and underwear) as they were drawn into the device's metal chamber. As their shoulders passed over a metal ring, the two thieves felt a line of tough cord wrap itself tightly around their bare bodies, followed by another loop, then another, then another.
Spellbinder noticed a knob on the wrapping gadget that allowed her to specify the spacing between loops. Turning the control down to the minimum setting, she specified that the binding machine should add another loop of string to the package every quarter of an inch.
"Ouch!" cried the two supermodels as they found themselves being welded together, belly to belly, in one tight wrapping of cord after another. "Cachunk, wrap, cachunk," went the machine, as it dragged the girls further into itself, winding string tightly around them in near perfect, quarter-inch increments.
The machine did its job quickly and precisely and by the time the two members of the Supermodel Gang emerged at the other end, they were a perfect picture of helplessness. Still dressed only in undergarments, their ensemble was now accompanied by over a hundred twists of string that bound their bodies tightly together, making it impossible for them to do anything other than roll on top of each other with no hope for escape.
Spellbinder picked up the bound bundle and carried it out the door, dropping it next to the still hopelessly hogtied Red Teddy. The "stung-up" girls squealed as Spellbinder created make-shift gags for them out of large sheets of stamps. Once secured and silenced, the three bound prisoners could only look on futilely as the building exploded into applause and Spellbinder took a bow for her intrepid rescue and capture of the notorious Supermodel Gang.
As Spellbinder reveled in the adulation she was receiving, her eye caught a familiar face on a magazine that had spilled on the floor from a large mail pile disrupted during the recent post-office brawl. On the cover was a beautiful woman, clad all in black, wearing a fetching cowl over her face that showed only her dark green eyes.
"The Hood," thought Spellbinder as she ignored the crowd and lifted the magazine to get a closer look at the photo of the shrouded supervillainess, a wicked criminal with whom she had tangled many times. Looking at the cover of the periodical, she discovered to her surprise that this was the latest issue of Supervillainess Today, a magazine of fashion and gossip for the female, supercrook set. Apparently, they were running a special issue on decorative headgear (including masks, cowls and helmets), and decided to feature The Hood as a cover girl.
Flipping the magazine over, she looked at the delivery sticker and discovered that the magazine was destined for Mistress Meow, an even more familiar foe. Included on the label was the address of Mistress Meow's latest hideout: "Abandoned Warehouse, 200 Siamese Lane, Outskirts of Town, 90210.
"Looks like my day's not finished," she thought, as she left the post office and headed towards the hideout of her oldest and deadliest foe.
Spellbinder made her way carefully into the old abandoned warehouse where she suspected Mistress Meow was hiding. While her accidental discovery of Meow's latest address gave her the feeling she would likely catch her foe by surprise, she could not be sure whether or not the feline queen of crime protected her new hideout with hidden cameras or other security devices.
Spellbinder made her way into the warehouse, past small empty offices and into a large empty room where once stood boxes, machinery, and numerous workers whose jobs had long since been "offshored" to the Third World.
Now, the building contained little more than memories and a vast wooden floor. Or so the bikini-clad superheroine thought.
As she made her way to the middle of the room, Spellbinder heard a whistling sound and suddenly felt tightness around her ankles. Peering down, she noticed that her feet were tied together with what looked like a lasso loop. The loose end of the rope that tightly bound her ankles looked like it trailed to the end of the warehouse, into emptiness.
She only had a moment to contemplate this puzzle when louder whistling sounds seem to come from her left, her right and behind her. Without warning, similar lariats of strong, white rope snared her body, with one lasso binding her wrists to her sides and two more circling her body, one below and one above her breasts.
The four lassos each had loose ends that trailed to the four different corners of the warehouse into empty space. Tied as she was by rope (her weakness) Spellbinder felt her power drain away, leaving her a mortal (albeit quite fit) woman.
While she was still strong enough to fight the ropes tugging her from four directions, she was not able to budge them even a fraction of an inch. As she continued to struggle, she saw a shimmering light where one of the ropes holding her prisoner ended. Where once stood only empty air, she now saw an elaborate and unfamiliar piece of machinery that seemed to be holding and tugging the rope that bound her hands to her waist. Looking around, she saw three similar machines attached the other three ropes that continued to bind her fast.
From the shadows emerged a more familiar object: Mistress Meow, smirking below her mask at her foe's helplessness.
"Well, this is an expected surprise," said Mistress Meow as she walked closer to her prisoner, using the taught ropes that tied Spellbinder to guide her to her victim.
"I don't know where you got those devices, Meow," said Spellbinder as she continued to struggle futilely at her bonds," but these four loops wont hold me for long."
"You're so right, SB," making her way to her prey. "Which is why I wanted to give them some company."
Mistress Meow stepped on a pedal hidden at Spellbinder's tied feet. Looking down, the heroine realized that she was not standing on a wooden floor, but on some kind of metal disk, recessed into and painted the same color as the warehouse floor. While she contemplated this latest development, her next surprise began to unfold as the metal plate (and Spellbinder) began to rotate.
The four ropes holding her from four directions kept Spellbinder upright as her body spun, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. And with every rotation, more rope was released from the four machines that added another set of tight loops around the trapped heroine's body.
The four machines were Mistress Meow's first order from the Intergalactic Department Store's collection of damsel-trap devices: a set of sophisticated engines designed to do to heroines what they were doing to Spellbinder right this very moment. With cloaking devices that kept them invisible to the human eye as their prey reached the proper trapping position, the devices were now feeding rope to the spinning Spellbinder, turning the original four tight loops around her body to eight, then twelve, then sixteen, then too many to count.
With sensors and servos machined and controlled to a precision unseen in any Earth equipment, the four Intergalactic rope-feeding damsel traps fed their lines in perfect unison, applying just the right amount of rope and pressure from all four sides to ensure each loop was as tight and as close to the previous loop as possible. Spellbinder felt as though she were in the grip of a hundred-fingered giant as more and rope traveled up and down her body, binding her so tightly and so closely that one would have trouble shoving a credit card between two loops.
The spinning stopped briefly to allow one device, the one attached to the rope winding up Spellbinder's legs from her ankles, to scurry up to the helpless heroine and run a set of loops between her calves, frapping the rope around her lower legs into a tight, inescapable rope mass. Returning to its original position, the spinning and tying of the heroine continued, stopping again only to repeat the frapping process when enough rope had been used to tie Spellbinders knees and thighs.
Mistress Meow cackled as she saw the futuristic technology being used to turn her hated enemy into a helpless rope mummy. And Spellbinder, startled as she was at her own predicament, was astounded by the sophistication of the equipment Mistress Meow was using against her. Where could she have obtained such futuristic devices, thought Spellbinder, even as those same devices wrapped more and more power-draining rope around her entire frame.
The spinning ceased when the cord traveling up Spellbinder's legs met up with the rope being wrapped around her torso. By this time, the heroine's entire body, from her neck to her ankles were a solid mass of tightly wound loops of rope, so tight that the tiny movements the now rope-and-bikini clad crimefighter made only made a weird squeaking sound as all remaining slack was removed from the hundreds of loops of rope now encircling her form.
The machines finished their work by tying the loose ends of their ropes into a thick, meticulous snare of knots that ran along Spellbinder's rope-bound back like a second spine. Even if she could move her arms more than a millimeter in her inescapable rope sheath, the knots tying the rope in place would take five MIT physicists and a team of sailors a lifetime to untie.
"So how do you like my little welcoming gift," Mistress Meow cackled as she ran her hands down her victim's tied body, along rope wound so tightly it felt like she was caressing a solid shell imprisoning her foe.
Spellbinder chose to say nothing, grimacing at her captor with furor and shock at the weapons her rival now seemed to have at her disposal.
"Cat got your tongue," Mistress Meow said coyly as she removed her own earrings, which looked like a pair of spiders made of the same shiny stainless steel as the villainess's lasso/capture devices. Spellbinder was helpless to prevent her hated foe from placing the earrings on the heroine's own ears. Rather than stay put, the two robotic spiders jumped from the side of the heroine's head and began to scurry around her face, leaving a trail of fine filament in their wake.
The Intergalactic Department Store's Spider Stitchers (on sale this month – Mistress Meow could not resist) ran around and around the trapped crimefighter's head, weaving a web of sound-dampening microcords around her face from her chin to her nose, creating a perfect, soundproof gag with no beginning, middle or end to untie. Spellbinder finally found her voice and let out a scream before the spiders completed gagging their prey, silencing her voice just as hundreds of feet of tightly wound rope stilled her body.
As she contemplated the inescapability of her current predicament, Spellbinder was able to hold out a little bit of hope, for (fortunately for the hyperbound heroine), she had managed to activate an emergency signal just before the spinning rope trap left her unable to reach her signaling device.
Unfortunately for those who might rescue her, the signal given off by the device was immediately detected by Mistress Meow's Emergency Signal Detector (ESD), thoughtfully provided by the Intergalactic Department Store.
Latex Lady paced back and forth in the darkened woods by the nearby mansion. Inside that fabulous house was The Debutante, one of the world's richest and most devilish criminals. Also in that house was Latex Lady's crimefighting partner Sapphire who had entered the mansion on a scouting mission, leaving her partner in the woods to back her up in case there was trouble.
Given that over an hour had passed since Sapphire first snuck into the Debutate's hideout, Latex Lady decided it was time to start backing up. Checking that her latex-firing gauntlets were fully loaded, she made her way into an open window on the opposite side of the house where her teammate had first entered.
Latex Lady made her way past fabulous paintings, expensive tiaras and other gems in glass cases and some of the world's finest designer gowns. As she passed each treasure, her mind made a mental list: The Louvre bust (the source of the Debutante's paintings), the Diamond Train Robbery (the source of her jewels), and on and on. If she and Sapphire managed to get the drop on their quarry, it would certainly not take much effort to provide the police with evidence of the Debutante's crimes.
Latex Lady heard a voice in the distance and quietly made her way to a door a just outside a large room, keeping carefully in the shadows to avoid detection. Peeking in the door, she discovered the location of her co-crimefighter, or to put it more accurately, her predicament.
Sapphire stood against a wall in the large chamber, her arms in the air, her hands far from the powerful Blue gem on the heroine's belt that gave Sapphire her name and her mystical powers. Unfortunately, the heroine had no choice in the matter since her wrists were shackled to the wall with chain too short to allow her to reach her mighty weapon. Looking down, Latex Lady noticed that Sapphire's feet were also chained to the wall, making her the Debutante's prisoner.
And speaking of that greedy, high-class thief, the Debutante herself stood just a few feet from Sapphire, laughing smugly and taunting her prisoner. "Daddy never told me it would be this easy," the villainess chuckled as her eyes switched between looking at her trapped foe and gazing at herself in a full-length mirror. And who could blame the Debutante her vanity? Blonde, leggy, and clad in a short nightgown that seemed to be spun of the finest silk and gold filaments, it was hard for any woman in the room to take their eyes off the criminal's sexy body. Sapphire, unfortunately, was not able to comment on the situation, gagged as she was with a sterling-silver ballgag.
Latex Lady also kept silent, sneaking into the room in order to rescue her partner before the Debutante could spring another trap like the one she must have used to capture Sapphire (indeed, the chains that bound Sapphire to the wall had been triggered to automatically grab her four limbs the moment the azure adventuress set foot in the Debutante's presence).
Fortunately for Latex Lady, no automatic traps awaited her as she snuck up behind the Debutante, aimed her latex-hurling gauntlets at her foe and prepared to fire. "I hope Daddy prepared you for this!," shouted Latex Lady as the Debutante spun around, realizing that her captive had an accomplice.
"Curses," shouted the Debutante as Latex Lady fired a bolt of blue Latex streamers in her direction. The villain's panic turned to mirth, however, when the blue strips missed her by a country mile, sailing over her shoulder and high over her head.
"Nice shot," said the Debutante as she reached for a remote control, no doubt to trigger another trap to ensnare her second foe. But, as it turned out, there was method to Latex Lady's ill aim.
"It's curtains for you," shouted the Latex-themed heroine as Debutante looked around and noticed for the first time that the salvo of streamers was now attached to the corners of one of her expensive silk tapestries hanging on the wall behind her.
"Oh no!" thought the villain as Latex Lady gave her streamers a quick tug, pulling the tapestry from the wall where it landed dead center over the Debutant's nightie-clad body. The villainess's remote fell to the ground as the heavy material covered her from head to toe and spread out for yards in all directions. The criminal screamed and struggled, but the yards and yards of silk were too heavy to throw off or escape from.
"Time to wrap things up," shouted the victorious heroine as she let loose with one bolt of latex strips after another from her wristbands. The streamers wound their way around the tapestry-draped body of the Debutante, tying her tightly into the cloth up and down her increasingly helpless form. Sapphire, still enchained, but now ecstatic, looked on as Latex Lady fired and fired and fired, turning Saphire's former captor into a helpless prisoner.
After several minutes finishing off her victim and freeing her friend, the team of Sapphire and Latex Lady prepared their package for delivery to the police. Using her magical blue gem, Sapphire made the cloth around the Debutante's face disappear, allowing her to breath and squeal as she struggled futily in the tight cloth and latex streamers that held her fast. The Debutante cursed and squirmed, but she had apparently gotten herself into a fix that even her daddy could not rescue her from now.
As they prepared to carry their human bundle to their car and off to the Sun City police, an emergency signal started beeping on both heroine's belts.
"It's Spellbinder," said Sapphire. "And she's in trouble," rejoined Latex Lady.
Realizing that they had no choice but to immediately go to their comrade's rescue, the two heroines decided they would leave their victim where she was and alert the police to the availability of the wanted criminal on their way to their next dangerous mission. Latex Lady fired another bold of material at the captive criminal's head, creating a tight gag around the Debutante's mouth. Having not had her chance to take revenge on her former captor yet, Sapphire used the occasion to conjure up an electric fan using her blue sapphire's magical powers. Unlike a normal fan, the blades to this device were made of large, colorful feathers and the gadget was placed at just the right position for the feathers to reach the bound criminal's bare feet, the only part of her body (other than her head) that was not tightly wrapped in tapestry and latex.
As the two heroines left the room, Sapphire fired a blue beam which activated the fan, causing the feathers to tickle the bound Debutante's feet as the fan spun around and around. Unable to move, the trapped villain could only laugh and cry hysterically as the mystical tickle torture went on and on, coupling her helplessness with endless torment.
"Ain't I a stinker?" said Sapphire as she and Latex Lady left the room.
"Honestly," said Latex Lady, the more serious of the two heroines, "I'm sure the Guardians of the Universe would be happy to know that you are putting that gem they gave you to such lofty purposes."
The two heroines chuckled to themselves as they made their way to their vehicle and next adventure, leaving behind a chastened Debutante who was also laughing (although not from choice).
Latex Lady and Blue Sapphire followed the source of the distress signal to Mistress Meow's hideout, aware that they could be running straight into the clutches of whoever had caused an emergency signal to emanate from one of their allies in the Superheroine Sisterhood.
Slowly, but surely, they made their way into Meow's warehouse, under the watchful gaze of the electronic eyes the wily and well-equipped villainess had hidden around her lair. As they entered the same large room that was recently the site of Spellbinder's capture, they proceeded cautiously, their weapons ready at the wrist (in the case of Latex Lady's fabric-firing gauntlets) and the hip (in the case of Sapphire's magic crystal).
Entering the darkened room, they spotted the source of the emergency, their ally Spellbinder, still wrapped in rope from neck to ankles. While Mistress Meow had thoughtfully lowered the trapped heroine to the ground, the tight wrappings of rope up and down every square inch of her body left her nearly rigid. While her remaining strength allowed her to roll around on the floor, she did so held tightly in the inescapable ropes that bound her fast.
Blue Sapphire and Latex Lady cautiously moved closer to their fallen friend, hoping to find a way to free her from her predicament. As they got within a few feet of Spellbinder, the lights in the warehouse suddenly came on, revealing another person who had been hiding in the corner of the room.
"Welcome to my cathouse!" cried Mistress Meow, standing behind a strange device that looked like a flat, metal plank, upon which sat four small rockets. "And welcome to captivity!" she shouted as she threw a switch that launched the rockets, sending them sailing towards the ceiling.
The two heroines watched as the rockets came close the roof before turning down and diving straight for them. As they approached the shocked superteam, the rockets broke into two pairs, each trained on one of the two heroine-targets. As two of the rockets got close to Latex Lady, they separated from each other, revealing a thin strip of red film that was spread out between the two projectiles.
Before Latex Lady had time to think or act, the rockets were upon her, buzzing her on either side as the film held between them wrapped itself around the surprised heroine. The material now wrapping around her body appeared to be some kind of polymer, pliable enough to wrap around her body, but too tough to break or shake loose. It was also coated with a sticky glue that immediately adhered the plastic to Latex Lady's body.
Whoosh! The rockets made a second swing around Latex Lady, ensnaring her in another coil of red tape. As she tried to raise her hands to take out the projectiles with her Latex firing gloves, the heroine realized that she could not lift her arms. The rockets had strategically fastened her wrists to her sides, and blocked the ports from which she normally fired her latex projectiles. Not only were her mightiest weapons now useless, but her arms were immobile, sealed as they were in two tight wrappings of sticky, tough tape.
The rockets swooped in again and began wrapping Latex Lady in layer after layer of adhesive plastic, moving up her body with uncanny precision. She started to run, but the rockets followed her, maneuvered by guidance systems far beyond the design capability of human engineers, wrapping her in loop after loop of tight unbreakable binding.
Latex Lady looked over at her partner, hoping that Blue Sapphire could free her from her predicament. Unfortunately, the blue-clad heroine was losing her own battle against the other pair of rockets that had already prevented the azure enchantress from using her power by wrapping her wrists against her sides, preventing her from reaching her magic crystal. Like Latex Lady, Blue Sapphire found herself being wrapped up and down her body in unbreakable red tape as the crazed, but meticulous rockets swept around her again and again, with each pass leaving another coil of sticky film tying her more and more tightly into an inescapable tape cocoon.
The heroines ran from one end of the warehouse to the other, all the time pursued by the Intergalactic Department Store's patented rocket/tape trap which buzzed them again and again, sealing them from shoulders to hips in a perfectly layered series of increasingly tight wraps. As their tape bindings reached their knees, their ability to continue their useless flight became diminished all the more.
As their pace slowed, the rockets went to work finishing their unholy task. Latex Lady felt her bound body being lifted off the ground by one rocket, while the other proceeded to fly circles around her exposed legs, wrapping them together until her entire body was cocooned in sticky, unbreakable tape from her shoulders to the tip of her toes.
With their binding job completed, the rockets let the hopelessly trapped Latex Lady drop to the ground where she landed with a thud, right next to a similarly bound Blue Sapphire who was also hopelessly wrapped from neck to toe in precision-wrapped tape.
The rockets detached themselves from the tape reel that held them together and flew back to their original launch pad, leaving behind two more helpless damsels who could barely twitch inside their super-tight binding, much less reach the weapons that gave them their superpowers. Mistress Meow walked over to the two fallen heroines as they struggled futilely in their massive bindings, each getting not a millimeter closer to freedom.
"Three down, two to go!" gloated Meow as sprayed each fallen heroines mouths with the Intergalactic Department Store's specialty aerosol "Instagag," which solidified into soundproof gags around the lower half of Blue Sapphire and Latex Lady's faces.
Shocked and fearful of what was to come, Spellbinder, Latex Lady and Blue Sapphire were even more apprehensive over what Mistress Meow had planned for the last two members of the Superheroine Sisterhood.
There was only one thing Kelly enjoyed more than feeling the wind across her shoulders when she drove at high speed in her red convertible, clad only in a form-fitting two-piece bathing suit, and that was enjoying that feeling with her similarly-clad best friend Deborah by her side.
The two girls had decided to blow off work for the day, get "suited up" in their sexiest swimwear and head to the beach for some sun and beer-drenched fun. The only problem with their plan was the there did not seem to be a liquor store on any of the roads they were traveling, and as they drew closer to the beach, they began to succumb to despair of a day cursed with sobriety.
"Over there!" shouted Deborah as she pointed out a lonely convenience store with the magic words "Cold Beer" blinking in neon near through the window. Kelly turned the wheel of the car and the tires screeched as her vehicle swerved across four lands of traffic, spinning into the parking lot of the store.
"I don't suppose this beer is worth killing ourselves for Kelly," shouted Deborah as she disentangled herself from her seatbelt and opened the convertible door. "Speak for yourself," was her best friend's only reply.
The two girls laughed as they made their way to the shop door, only to be greeted by a "Back in 10 Minutes" sign. Gloomily, they waited and checked their watches as five, then ten, then fifteen minutes went by. "This is ridiculous," said Kelly as she tried the door. Deborah, the goody-two-shoes of their two-girl team was horrified at her friend's forwardness, but was equally startled and pleased when the door opened and the two girls saw that the shop was apparently open for business.
Walking inside, Kelly shouted "Hello," only to be greeted from the back with a wave from an attractive girl working behind the deli counter. The blond behind the deli waved them in and the two bikini-clad friends made their way to the beer cooler, drawing out two six packs and heading to the counter. Placing the beer down, they waited for someone to take their money. After several minutes of waiting, they heard some grunts echoing through the empty store that seemed to be coming from the other side of the counter.
Peering over, they were shocked to discover a young girl lying on the floor, clad only in lacy undergarments. That part of her ensemble shocked them less than the fact that the poor girl was mercilessly hogtied, with strong ropes wrapped around her wrists and ankles, around her knees and shoulders, with more rope tying her bound ankles tightly to her equally bound wrists.
Kelly and Deborah had little time to contemplate the meaning of all this before hearing a loud click behind them. Spinning around, they caught a glimpse of yet another girl, around their age, aiming a shotgun squarely at their heads.
Despite their fear, the bikini-clad hostages could not help noticing that they were staring at a sight as equally attractive as themselves. For the gun-toting gal was clad only in the tightest of tight cut off bluejean shorts, with a red and white checkerd shirt tied around her ample bosom, showing off the girl's tight, flat, beautiful bare belly. Had Kelly and Deborah read the newspapers more frequently, they would have immediately known the nature of their predicament. For they were now at the mercy of Babe and Amy, the notorious Hillbilly Sisters, one of the Sun City's lesser, but still notorious criminal gangs.
"Next time, you'll pay attention to the sign," said Amy, keeping her gun trained squarely on the two girls who had instinctively put up their hands in a sign of surrender.
"And put your hands down," she cried, motioning the two girls further into the store using the barrel of her gun to herd them back to the deli counter.
Kelly and Deborah did what they were told, making their way towards the back of the store where Babe, Amy's sister, was busy rifling a hidden safe.
"You got the money yet?" questioned Amy as she kept her eyes on the hostages. "All set!" replied Babe as she stood up, holding a bag full of loot. "Looks like we got over $500 this time!" she added.
The Hillbilly Sisters were notorious for their nickel-and-dime operations, something that largely kept them off the radar of the city's major crimefighters. In fact, if it weren't for their MO of tightly tying the victims of their crimes as tightly as was humanly possible, they might never have been added to the city's rogue's gallery of colorful crooks.
"Nice job," said Amy. "Now grab that roll of plastic wrap on the deli counter and get over here."
Babe did what she was told, emerging from behind the counter holding a large roll of plastic wrap around two and a half feet in length. "Alright you two," commanded Amy. "Give each other a big hug."
Kelly and Deborah were frightened and bewildered, but did what they were told, standing close to one another, each wrapping their arms around the other girl's bikini-clad body. As Kelly reached around Deborah, she felt something sticky touching her wrists as Amy (who had put down her gun, but still seemed ready to use it at any time) grabbed a roll of first aid tape from a nearby convenience store shelf and taped Kelly's wrists together, tightening Kelly's arms around Deborah's body. Deborah reached around Kelly and got the same treatment as the two girls were locked together in a tight embrace, unable to break the tape binding their wrists together.
Amy and Babe then maneuvered the two girls feet together and wrapped more tape around their ankles, binding each girls' ankles together, then wrapping all four ankles in several thick windings of sticky tape.
"Nice start," said Babe as she unwound a few inches of shrinkwrap from the roll she was holding and handed it to her sister. Amy stuck the top of the plastic wrap to Deborah's shoulder, then held the bottom of the sheet at the bound girl's waist, holding the loose end of the plastic in place as her sister began to wind the roll around and around the two helpless bathing beauties.
Up and down the plastic went, wrapping the two girls in one layer of tight plastic after another. Given the width of the deli plastic wrap, it did not take more than a few trips around their captives to seal them in a layer of plastic. But once one layer of wrap was applied, it was a simple measure to wrap them in another, then another, then another. Before long, the voluptuous bodies and pretty bathing suits of the captives could barely be seen under layer after layer of plastic wrap.
"I think that dimwit behind the counter had a hairdryer in her purse," said Amy, at which point Babe dutifully bound across the room, fishing the purse out from under the cash register and extracting a small but powerful hand-held hairdryer. The two hillbillies grinned as they plugged the device in and began to blast the two helpless beauties with hot air up and down their bodies.
The shrinkwrap that trapped them from head to toe reacted to the heat, contracting and compressing the two girls together. Amy and Babe laughed as Deborah and Kelly embraced each other more and more tightly as the plastic around them shrank and tightened, leaving them unable to wriggle their fingers, much less try to break loose.
After several minutes of being bathed in hot air, Kelly and Deborah realized that they were absolutely helpless. So tight was their binding that it took all of their effort to keep from falling over. Escape, if such a thing was difficult moments earlier, was impossible now.
Turning off the hairdryer, Amy and Babe completed their nasty work by using the rest of their tape roll to gag their captives. Lowering them to the floor, Amy and Babe high-fived each other and made their way to the door, a bag of loot at their side, and three helplessly bound victims behind them.
As they exited the store, the criminal sisters stopped short as two colorful streaks flashed before them, washing them over with a powerful breeze. Recovering from the shock, the hillbillies looked across the parking lot where two red-and-yellow clad bodies seemed to come into focus from nothingness. The criminal's hearts sank as they realized they had been spotted by the last of Sun City's Heroine Sisterhood: Jaguar and Lightspeed.
This particular crime battling team shared a similar power: superspeed. But while Jaguar (whose outfit resembled a one-piece bathing suite covered with yellow stars and lightning bolts) was the swifter of the two, Lightspeed (whose red and yellow, two-piece outfit resembled the bikinis of the Hillbilly's most recent victims) had the ability to defy gravity when she got up to speed.
Checking out the two heroines, Amy and Babe noticed that the speedsters seemed to be holding an armful of very familiar guns, knives and blackjacks. Looking down, they realized that they had been completely disarmed in the blink of an eye and Jaguar and Lightspeed proceeded to stack the weapons on a picnic table near a high flagpole.
After unloading the guns, the two heroines immediately sped into action. Lightspeed, using her gravity-defying talents, ran up the flagpole, detached the flag at the top and dropped the rope upon which the flag previously hung to the ground. By the time she returned to earth, Jaguar had already gathered the rope into two loose bundles, placing both rolls of rope on the ground as she joined her companion to carefully fold the US flag, regulation style, and place the neatly-folded, sacred symbol carefully on the picnic bench without letting the material ever touch the ground.
Returning to the rope Jaguar had previously organized, each heroine grabbed one end of the long cord and spread the middle of the rope between them, running straight for the still-shocked, scantily-clad villainesses at breathtaking speed.
Smack! The middle of the rope hit Amy and Babe squarely in the chest. As Jaguar and Lightspeed ran around them, the two hillbillies were wrapped in a tight loop of cord that tied them tightly back-to-back. Zoom! Another loop made its way around their bodies, and then another and another and another. Before they even had time to contemplate what had hit them, Amy and Babe found themselves tied together in over 25 tight wrappings of line which squeezed them together from the shoulders to the waist. Their arms, now hopelessly welded to their bodies in rope, were useless to them as Jaguar tied the rope off with knots that were nowhere near anyplace either tied girl could reach.
Lightspeed ran back to the picnic table and retrieved one of the hillbillies knives, then returned to cut the remaining flagpole rope into several short strands. Working in tandem, the two heroines tied Amy's right wrist to Babe's left and vice versa, leaving their hands as useless to them as their bound arms. Lowering the girls to the ground, Janguar and Lightspeed proceeded to tie each villain's ankles together, then stretching their legs in front of each villainess, added more ropes around their calves, thighs and above and below their knees.
While it might have taken normal women close to half an hour to tie up two beauties as tightly as Amy and Babe were now bound, for the two superspeedsters, binding their captives helplessly back to back was accomplished in less than a minute. Amy and Babe, unable to move a muscle under their massive binding, cursed their captors and their fate.
"Shall we drag these two no-goodniks to the cops, Lightspeed?" asked a smug Jaguar as she used the bandanas Amy and Babe wore as belts on their tight, cutoff jeans to gag each tied villainess.
"No time for that, Jaguar," replied Lightspeed. "While I was on top of that flagpole, I received a danger alert from Blue Sapphire and Latex Lady. They need our help."
As they finished gagging their victims, the heroines were approached by a dozen men and women taking a stroll together who stopped to see what was going on and admire Jaguar and Lightspeed's handywork.
"Citizens," said Lightspeed, "our talents are needed elsewhere. Can you help us out by dragging these two crooks to the nearest police station?"
"Of course," said one women in the group as she held out her hand for a shake by Sun City's triumphant crimefighters. "Always glad to help."
Lightspeed and Janguar shook the hands of the helpful strangers then sped off to begin their rescue mission. As they departed in a streak of superspeed, members of the walking group surrounded the tied bundle sitting helplessly on the ground before them. To Amy and Babe's great surprise, members of the group began to grin and then grabbed each tied girls ankles, subjecting the soles of their feet to a merciless round of tickling.
The helpless criminals screamed as they realized that they were completely unable to stave off the assault on their bare soles. Glancing up, they noted the insignia on one of their torturer's t-shirts and their hearts sank as they realized they were now at the mercy of the Sun City Tickle Society, one of the city's more eccentric civic organizations. Checking that they were not being watched, the dozen members of the Tickling Society dragged their captives back into the convenience store to subject them to a few hours of fun before acting on Lightspeed and Jaguar's request to bring the two criminals to justice. Once inside, they realized that there were in fact five bound beauties to play with before they performed their civic responsibility.
As muted, gagged laughter filled the store, Lightspeed and Jaguar sped to the side of their comrades, oblivious to the fact that the danger alert had been sent not by their friends but by the Danger Alert Simulator Device that Mistress Meow had just ordered from the catalog of the Intergalactic Department Store.
The two scarlet speedsters made their way to the source of the faux distress signal, the lair of Mistress Meow, in under five minutes (no mean feat, given that they were miles away and still a bit winded by their high-speed roping of the Hillbilly sisters moments earlier).
Making their way through hallways and dark rooms within the villainess' warehouse, Jaguar and Lightspeed finally found a well-lit chamber, the very one where their three comrades lay on the ground hopelessly mummified in rope (Spellbinder) and tape (Blue Sapphire and Latex Lady). While these bindings left them unable to move and gags kept them from screaming out to their comrades, the wide eyes of the three helpless heroines gave warning that these last two unbound members of the Superheroine Sisterhood were not in friendly territory.
Deciding to sacrifice speed for stealth, the two heroines slowly walked towards their captive partners, trying to make as little noise as possible so as to avoid detection. When they got to within a dozen feet of their fallen friends, Jaguar stepped on a hidden switch that immediately flooded the room with spotlights as John Phillip Souza's Stars and Strips Forever began to blare across the floor of the abandoned factory.
"I guess we've been noticed," said Jaguar to Lightspeed as they both prepared to take on whatever befell them at superspeed.
"Right you are!" shouted a hidden voice as the evil laughter overwhelmed the band music and the room was filed with the cackles of Mistress Meow.
In the confusion of so much light and noise, the two heroines failed to notice either the sight or sound of what was falling on them from the ceiling. In fact, it was only when the heavy capture net released by one of Mistress Meow's recently purchased devices covered them from head to toe that the two heroines realized that someone had literally gotten the drop on them.
As Jaguar and Lightspeed struggled in the net, another stainless steel device materialized into view on the other side of the room. This one bore a superficial resemblance to the gadgets that had so successfully tied up Spellbinder, although its size was larger, its shape more curious. A device resembling a small cannon rested on the floor, about twenty feet from the two netted heroines. And between this device and the struggling Jaguar and Lightspeed was a large metal barrel.
The cannon-like device fired a black metal cable that flew through the metal barrel and attached to the net covering the two trapped heroes. The moment the cable connected to the net, electricity traveled through wires in the cable, causing metallic strands woven through the net to instantly become magnetized.
Jaguar and Lightspeed immediately felt the net tighten around them as strands of the net were attracted to each other, gripping them tighter and tighter, and wrapping them more and more as all of the loose ends of the massive net wound their way around Mistress Meow's helpless prey.
The heroine pair's one superpower – speed – had a tragic flaw. If their legs were unable to move, their powers were irrelevant. And at this moment, all four of the trapped girls legs were a single mass held tightly together in the increasingly tightening folds of the magnetic net trap. Up and down their bodies, the net wrapped itself, taking up any slack it could find until the inevitable happened and the two scarlet speedsters fell to the floor, helplessly tied together in the grip of heavy, magnetized mesh.
Once the net had squeezed to the smallest configuration possible, the black cable feeding power to the metallic strands in the mesh began to tug on the bundle that was Jaguar and Lightspeed, dragging the helpless pair across the floor towards the metal barrel on the other side of the room. The two heroines struggled uselessly, but any loosening of the net accomplished by their squirming immediately got taken up as loose ends of the net became magnetically attracted to one another, turning their battle for freedom into just another way to increase their helplessness.
As the netted heads of the tied heroines were dragged into the metal barrel on the far side of the room, Jaguar and Lightspeed felt a wet spray hitting them from all sides as they entered the metallic cylinder. The spray felt sticky, and indeed it was made of a futuristic adhesive that was covering the girls and the netting, instantly drying and contracting, turning their net wrapping into a permanent prison. The girls were dragged inch by inch through the cylinder, the adhesive spray sealing more and more of them inescapably into their net wrapping. The heroines struggled and screamed as they felt themselves becoming more and more trapped, but Mistress Meow's fiendish purchase from the Intergalactic Department Store's damsel trap collection continued its work, dragging them further and further through the metal chamber and sealing them in more and more adhesive.
By the time the two heroines emerged from the other side of the cylinder, the power fed by the black cable into the net's metallic strands was turned off. It was no longer needed. The sticky spray had adhered to every inch of the two girl's bodies, sealing them inescapably in a net that was already wrapped around them as tightly as possible.
Jaguar and Lightspeed's bodies had all but disappeared from view in the process of being trapped. In their place was a white, silk-like cocoon through which the contours of the net could still be seen, but little of the cocoon's inhabitants. "We're caught in this sticky stuff," cried Lightspeed as she struggled and rolled around, her body tightly pressed into that of her companion. "I can't move!" "Neither can I," replied Jaguar as their battle for freedom only made the cocoon thrash and pulsate a few inches in any direction. Mistress Meow continued to howl with laughter as her helpless heroine collection was complete.
The metallic devices vanished and Mistress Meow walked the floor, passing each of the five bound heroines, turning them over with her feet and mocking their fate. "Struggle all you like, Superheroine Sisterhood," she said. "You wont escape these cosmic bindings until I say you can be free, which I think will be…NEVER!" And her fiendish laughter filled the room.
The heroines struggled miserably as they realized that the minutes and hours they had spent battling their bonds had done nothing to loosen them even a angstrom. Never in their careers had any of them been bound this tightly or this helplessly.
As Mistress Meow continued to gloat, a familiar face appeared on the computer screen she still had set up on a table on the far side of the room.
"I am glad to see that you have been making good use of our merchandise," said Mr. Zumdish in his distinct Germanic accent. "Now, if I may, there is the subject of payment. The use of the equipment which you have enjoyed has reached 1.2 million Galactic Credits, or $400,000 of your earth dollars. We will require payment immediately, if you please."
"Keep your tails on floorwalker," said Mistress Meow. "You'll have your money once I've cleaned out the city, now that these five dunderheads are out of the picture."
"If you please, Madame Meow," replied Zumdish.
"That's Mistress Meow!" bellowed the arrogant villainess. "And you'll have your money once I've got it."
"But I must insist," cried Zumdish as Mistress Meow pulled the plug on her computer, making his image vanish from the screen.
"I'll have your money, and a whole lot more," said Meow as she took one last look at her prisoners. "And the five of you will soon be used as the tables on which I'll count my cash. So struggle away. I'll be back soon with half the valuables in the city over my shoulder."
And with that, the wily woman left her hideout, leaving her five tightly bound prisoners struggling uselessly for all they were worth.
It felt to the five members of the Superheroine Sisterhood that they had been struggling for hours, making no progress towards freeing themselves from the mass of materials binding them fast. And that was simply because it had been. Spellbinder continued to squirm in the hundreds of feet of rope that tied her body, but succeeded only in getting the ropes to emit strange squeaking sounds as they creaked against one another, but loosened not a bit. The tape that held Blue Sapphire and Latex Lady prisoner showed no sign of wear as the two heroines rolled around on the floor, trying unsuccessfully to loosen their bindings even a little so that they could reach their powerful weapons. And in their net and web cocoon, Jaguar and Lightspeed did little more than get aroused as their bodies, pressed tightly together in their binding, allowed them no way to separate their tightly squeezed arms, chests, or super-powerful legs.
The heroine's struggles were interrupted by a loud explosion that echoed through the factory. Thinking Madam Meow had left an explosive device to finish them off, the five tied heroines screamed in the gags as a bright flash and cloud of smoke appeared out of nothingness, then cleared.
As the smoke dissipated, the girls opened their eyes to see a small man, dressed in tails, standing amongst them, admiring their bindings.
"Ah yes," said the Mr. Zumdish, in his thick German accent, "I see that our customer has made good use of our trapping technology."
The strange man lifted his hand and what looked like a futuristic digital camera appeared out of nothingness. Zumdish circled the girls for several minutes, taking picture after picture of the five fallen comrades, capturing their helplessness and positioning them alongside one another to get a full wide-angle shot of the results of his company's products in use.
"Yes, this should do quite nicely in our fall catalog," said Mr. Zumdish as he made the camera disappear into thin air. "And now, it is time to deal with a client who refuses to pay her bills on time."
With that, Mr. Zumdish smashed his outstretched fingertips to his lips, creating a loud popping sound. Immediately, the bindings tying Spellbinder, Sapphire, Latex Lady, Jaguar and Lightspeed evaporated into vapor, leaving the five women totally free for the first time in hours.
The heroines stood up and massaged their aching limbs, then walked over to their savior/voyeur and asked him about these strange traps that Mistress Meow had apparently obtained from him. Zumdish explained his role at the Intergalactic Department Store and how he had come to sell Mistress Meow on his wares, only to be disappointed by the tabby's refusal to pay her tab.
"So it should not be a total loss," he said to the five freed heroines, handing them what looked like a legal document "can you please sign this release form allowing us to use the photos I have just taken of your exquisite captivity in our fall catalog."
"Forget it!" said Spellbinder. The last thing she wanted was to have her tied body appearing across the universe, even if it was unlikely that those images would ever be seen on earth.
"Now don't be hasty," said the natty department store representative. "Perhaps we can make a deal."
"What did you have in mind?" asked the Superheroine Sisterhood.
It was an hour later when Mistress Meow returned to her lair, a huge bag of stolen cash, gold and gems slung over her shoulder in a large canvas sack marked "swag."
"Time to check in on my five pieces of human furniture," the villainesses thought to herself as she entered the chamber where her prisoners had previously fallen.
As Meow entered the room, she was stunned to see that her five former prisoners were now completely free from their bonds, and were huddled together around a large metal box. Mistress Meow dropped her bag and tried to make a break for it, just as the heroines opened the lid to the box.
Out of the box flew dozens of small, metallic spheres, each equipped with a pair of gossamer wings that allowed them to fly, dashing across the room in crazy patterns as they flew with great speed towards the fleeing feline. Apparently, the spheres were joined in pairs, and each pair of flying balls towed between them a thin, nearly transparent filament.
The first set of balls got to Mistress Meow before she made it halfway towards the door. The filament slung between the spheres snared her around the chest and proceeded to fly around her again and again, wrapping her in one line of thin cord after another. As this first set of balls began tying Meow's upper arms to her body, another set of balls set to work on her mid-section and another on her lower arms. Meanwhile, a half dozen more balls joined their companions and started wrapping cord around their target's legs at the things, knees, shins and ankles.
The supple feline struggled against the tightening cords, but more and more of the tiny bola-type balls descended on her, wrapping her from shoulders to ankles in one tight loop of line after another. She tried to shove them away, but her hands became useless as they were tightly tied to her body, her legs squeezed together in a dozen, then fifty, then over a hundred tight loops of cord.
"Argh!" the trapped villain screamed as the balls held her upright while wrapping her in more and more tough string that seemed to unspool from a nearly endless supply held within each sphere.
At long last, the balls ran out of filament, flying away from their prisoners body to pull each strand as tightly as possible, then buzzing her one last time as they tied their last remaining line into knots that held their binding in place.
The helpless Mistress cursed and thrashed, putting all her energy into not falling over as she tried to break free from the hundreds of feet of cord that tied her tightly from neck to toe. As her futile struggles continued, Jaguar and Lightspeed unwrapped another package that Mistress Meow noted was labeled "Compliments of the Intergalactic Department Store." Her heart sank as the two speedsters pulled out what looked like a plastic painters dropcloth and ran towards her at superspeed, with the sheet spread out between them.
Tied as she was, Mistress Meow was unable to prevent the two super-fast heroes from wrapping her in a layer of the plastic, then another, then another. As she struggled against the bondage string, the plastic and the heroines holding her, Latex Lady and Blue Sapphire opened another package and pulled out what looked like a pair of flashlights. They shown the lights on the plastic-wrapped villainess, and Mistress Meow could feel heat from what must have been advanced, directed heat lamps hitting the plastic that was wrapped around her.
Instantly, the plastic began to shrink and seal, forming another tight layer of binding around the already helpless villainess. Latex Lady and Blue Sapphire shined the hot light up and down their captive, as Jaguar and Lightspeed held her in place, providing full access to Mistress Meow's trapped body as the heatlamps sealed their victim in a supertight, seamless plastic cocoon.
"Enough already!" shouted Mistress Meow in her massive binding, generating cracking noises in the plastic, but no lossening of either the string or plastic holding her.
"Not quite," said Spellbinder as she walked up to her former captor and opened what looked like a small box of dental floss, tying the thin, white, seemingly flimsy cord around Mistress Meow's already helplessly entombed body. Once the floss was wrapped around the villainess package from shoulders to ankles, Spellbinder grabbed a small spray bottle and sprayed a mist of water on the floss.
The floss began to swell, then change color, and seemed to defy physics by changing its mass and shape in reaction to the water. Glancing up at the box of floss that Spellbinder was still holding, Mistress Meow's heart sank as she read the label: "Intergalactic Department Store's Dehydrated Chain."
As the string expanded, it turned into links of heavy metal chain, tightening around the already helpless prisoner and pulling her to the floor where the weight of the metal, combined with her tight string and plastic binding, prevented her from moving a muscle.
"Are you done?" asked Mistress Meow, resigned to her capture, defeat, and humiliation.
"Not quite," said Spellbinder as she attached a tiny device to the villainesses plastic prison and threw a small switch.
Mistress Meow began to feel a slight itch in her cocoon. The itch started to spread across her body, then become more intense as she squirmed back and forth, trying to scratch with fingers that couldn't move. Finally, the tingling sensation built into a full-fledged tickle that seemed to be touching every square inch of her body at once. The bound captive exploded into laughter she could not control.
"Mr. Zumdish sold us on the nanotechnology they used to create that plastic wrap trap," explained Spellbinder as Mistress Meow bellowed and thrashed for all she was worth, without making any headway in moving in, much less escaping from, in her massive binding. "Right now, you're being tickled on the molecular level," Said Spellbinder. "How do you like it?"
Meow's answer was in the form of helpless, loud laughter and tears running down her face, followed by an uncontrollable scream as she climaxed within her string/nano-tickling plastic and metal chain prison.
"Turn it off!" she screamed. "Oh God, please turn it off," as she succumbed again to a powerful orgasm.
"Actually, we only borrowed this stuff," said Spellbinder. It should disappear and return back to the Intergalactic Department Store by the time the police show up.
"How long?" pleaded Mistress Meow, tears of laughter and sweat pouring down her face.
"I believe it was 'twelve of your earth hours,' Mr. Zumdish told us," was Spellbinder's reply.
"Oh God, on no, oh God, oh no!" screamed the villainess as she realized her torture was going to last for hours and hours more.
Never in her life had she looked forward to being arrested so much.
"Pay your bills!" the Superheroine Sisterhood shouted at their humiliated captive as they walked out of the factory, leaving Mistress Meow at the mercy of the some of the universe's most advanced, decadently applied, technology.