Cat's instructions where to blow an undercover gang of car traders who where importing and selling on top of the range sports cars from the continent. She had already met up with the head of the outfit at their place of trade, a one Mr. McKendrick of McKendrick Automobiles and had managed to steal forged documents from his office under the disguise of an insurance claims rep. This time she was to find the rest of the stolen vehicles and to report back to HQ with the location.
It was late evening by the time Cat had arrived at the old disused Lorry Park, which was the suspected hideaway of the cars. She had been staking out the area for the past few weeks and had timed her break in for when she knew it would be deserted. The gates where locked but Cat, dressed for action in jeans and an old T shirt climbed nimbly over the 10ft gates, jumping onto the back of a parked up lorry and weaved her way between the trucks. Ahead of her appeared a large garage, the front of which was shuttered up.
When she approached she noticed the shutters had no lock. She pulled them up slowly, just enough to squeeze under, which she did with the lithe grace of a feline. The light coming under the shutters was just enough to see a row of silhouetted vehicles at the furthest end of the garage. She made her way over to them and opened up the bonnet of the first, trying to find the chassis number by the weak gleam of her pocket torch.
Suddenly a bright torchlight blinded her and before she could cry out, a hand clamped over her mouth and she was dragged, struggling and kicking towards the darkness.
"Turn around and stand still with your hands up." Came the threatening male voice and she felt the sharp barrel of a gun in her back. She at once recognised the voice. It was McKendrick himself.
"Wait! I can explain," cried Cat desperately, "I was looking for you to tell you…"
He ignored her and in the gloom she saw him wave his gun towards a deep pit in the floor.
"Get into it!" He ordered. Cat looked scared, it was deep and full of oil and dust rags and there was a huge black void beyond it where she could just make out small scurrying sounds. She shivered. "But I can't jump. It's at least ten feet!"
He turned and grabbed a ladder, flinging it into the pit.
"Shut up and get down!"
Cat complied, watching him warily.
Cat stared up at him aghast.
"You heard, now do it." He pointed with the gun to the innermost blackness of the tunnel at the back of the pit.
"Nobody will ever find you if I where to leave you in there, now get on with it." Cat slowly began to pull up her top. She could not see McKendrick's face but could hear his heavy breathing in the silent air above. She shuddered as her bra slipped from her shoulders.
"That will do for now. Get down on the floor with your hands where I can see them. This time there will be no escape!" Came the sharp retort and then he too followed her down the ladder.
Cat did as she was told and sat down, her eyes flashing dangerously in the torchlight. She felt a rope slung around her wrists and struggled for all she was worth but it was no good, he was too strong and had her wrists tied tightly in front of her fast. She kicked out desperately at the darkness with her legs but he was too quick for her and her legs where quickly brought under control with even tighter ropework. Then her knees where bound and she felt helpless to resist as a gag was put across her mouth.
She felt a hand slowly roam over the tense skin of her nipples and then they where followed by a moist tongue. She screamed into her gag and tried to shuffle further back but hands grabbed her shoulders roughly and twisted her around to face the back wall. Then she felt another rope pulled around her ribs and across her chest and then pulled sharply around her neck until she felt her tits squeezed together. He then untied her hands and pulled them around her back, securing them tightly also and then he turned her around to face him.
Her eyes, now grown accustomed to the darkness, could see his gleam. She moaned and struggled, knowing what he would do next. He opened her jeans and pulled them down.
Then he began to touch and then squeeze it hard, whilst Cat twisted and wriggled, trying to get away from the painful humiliation he was inflicting on her. He bent down and rubbed the gun across Cat's cunt before replacing it with his mouth.
"That feel nice, my little grease monkey?" he whispered as she whimpered and moaned.
Then he began to unbutton his trousers and Cat froze.
"Now its your turn!"
Will Cat escape the pit and McKendrick a second time? Find out next week….