Well this was an unusual robbery plan, to say the least. Selina leaned in close, partly to listen to Spectre’s plan and partly, well, because she just liked being close to her. And Spectre always had the most interesting ideas.

She was quite tall, standing a few inches above Catwoman’s height. She wore a black cloak with a hood and a mask with an intimidating skull on it. But Selina had seen beneath it and, really, Spectre was a regular woman underneath it, probably in her twenties, with slightly red hair and dark, brown eyes. The seemingly permanent dour expression on her face reminded Selina of a certain someone... but he wasn’t here. And he would never have planned something like this.

“Everyone knows she’s rich. If she can afford all those tuxes and equipment... not to mention the kind of coin she must be raking in with all those magic shows.”

Catwoman found herself immersed in Spectre’s words for a moment, her bright, green eyes staring deep into the eyes behind Spectre’s mask.

“Rich, yes,” Catwoman said. “But Zee is hardly stupid. Or weak. And you planned on going after her alone?”

“At first... yes,” Spectre said. “But I figured I could use... help. And I thought of you.”

Catwoman smirked and leaned in closer. She noticed Spectre’s eyes shift about for a split second, drinking in Catwoman’s body in the tight, black suit she wore.

“I see,” Catwoman said. “And what did you need my help with?”

“Like you said, she’s not weak. But Zatanna’s got some seriously valuable stuff. And money. Could set people like us up for a long time.”

Selina’s smirk grew to a smile. “That is tempting.”

“All we have to do is catch her by surprise. And make sure she can’t use any of her ‘spells.’ If she does that, we’re sunk.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve seen Zee in action before. We’ll have to be very, very careful. And how do you plan to do that again?”

Spectre stared Catwoman in the eye and couldn’t help her gaze again, drinking her in from top to bottom. But she kept her focus.

“Distraction and misdirection. Using her own tactics against her,” Spectre said. “You can be the distraction. And make her think you’re alone. That’s where I come in.”

“And you just, what? Take her out?”

“I’ll catch her by surprise. She’s only human, after all. And if she doesn’t expect a second thief...”

“She won’t see it coming,” Catwoman said. “Seems pretty simple. But there’s a risk.”

“There’s always a risk. You wouldn’t be doing it if there wasn’t. It’s part of the thrill, right?”

Catwoman smiled again. “True. But I don’t think I like being used as a distraction, sweetie.”

“You’re a fighter, aren’t you? Who knows? Maybe you’ll get the best of her.”

Catwoman let out a soft chuckle. “You don’t know Zee very well, do you?”

Spectre leaned in toward Catwoman for a moment, not changing her expression. But she let their bodies touch ever so slightly and both of them felt their hearts beat faster. “Do you have a... better plan?” Spectre asked.

Caught up in her eyes again, Selina reached up and gently stroked the side of Spectre’s face, toying with the idea of removing her mask. But she decided against it. Spectre remained perfectly still, letting Catwoman gently rub her hand against her cheek.

“I suppose not,” Catwoman said. “As long as it makes us a little richer.”

“Good,” Spectre said. “So you’re in?”

Flashing another smile, Catwoman leaned in even closer until their faces were only inches apart. “For you? I’m in. All the way.”

...

It had been a taxing show that night for Zatanna. So much so that she didn’t even bother changing out of her stage outfit. The unbuttoned, black tailcoat, white blouse and bow tie, black bodysuit beneath that showing off all of her strong, shapely legs. The bottom half of the bodysuit was still visible and matched her tailcoat. Fishnet stockings covered her legs and one of her white gloved hands rubbed her eyes as she struggled to prevent falling asleep in her dressing room.

Her heels had long been kicked off, landing across the room somewhere, and Zatanna had looked herself right in her bright blue eyes in the mirror. A bit of sweat ran through her long, black hair but the satisfied smile on her face told her that the show had gone well.

She had done several escape tricks on stage, as well as several other miraculous sleight of hand tricks, some teleportation, and even one escape trick where she had switched places with a woman planted in the audience. It had all gone seamlessly but she was exhausted now. Still, it had been worth it.

Zatanna had been sitting in front of her mirror, slumped against the vanity for over an hour now and she was still tired from the dazzling show she had put on. She wasn’t sure she would have any energy to do anything more. But her hearing was as sharp as ever as she heard something metallic click open on the ceiling above her and the soft landing of someone practiced and agile just behind her.

Zatanna leaned back in her chair and peered into the mirror, spotting the thief in the black catsuit and red goggles standing up from her crouched position on the floor.

“Hey there, Zee,” she said.

“Oh, are we friends now?” Zatanna asked, glaring into the mirror.

“Come on, Zee, don’t be like that.”

Zatanna chuckled, bemused. She turned around in her chair to face Catwoman. “No honeyed words are going to convince me as to your intentions, Selina.”

“My intentions?”

“You’re here to rob me, right? Well, get it over with. Just try to take what you want.”

Catwoman crossed the room and leaned down into Zatanna’s face, staring her in the eyes. “You don’t want to tempt me like that, sweetie. After all, I know you’ve got some really... shiny stuff in here.”

Zatanna closed her eyes for a few seconds, her exhaustion relieved for the time being, before she opened them again.

“Are you sleepy, Zee? Take a rest. I promise I won’t be long.”

Zatanna stood up from her chair and summoned what strength she could.

“ezeerF,” she said.

When she tried to react, Catwoman found none of her muscles would respond and she was frozen to the spot.

“Zee...” she said, through clenched teeth. “You don’t need to do this...”

Zatanna ignored her and stepped closer to Catwoman, just trying to hold on to her energy. “!sepor ni reh praW”

While her limbs wouldn’t respond, they were pressed tightly together and Catwoman was forced to stand up straight. Her wrists were now crossed behind her back and her arms held tight to her sides as thick ropes materialized from thin air and began wrapping up her body.

They tied her legs together at the ankles, below the knees, then above the knees. Another bound her wrists together while yet another wrapped around her waist and, as though to torment Catwoman, cinched up tight between her legs. This rope also kept her wrists pinned to her back.

More of the ropes framed her chest and hugged her arms tightly to finish off her restraint.

“esaeleR,” Zatanna said, letting Catwoman move again. Though, of course, the rope remained in place.

Catwoman stood tall and struggled a bit with her bonds but found that there weren’t any knots. Worse, Zatanna approached her and began taking all of her equipment from her belt.

“Listen, Zee... I’d love to play tie up games with you but some other time, ‘kay?”

Zatanna took all of Catwoman’s various tools and locked them in her costume chest, tossing the key onto her desk nearby. “There. Now, what else?”

“Zee, come on. Seriously, let me out of this.”

“Or what?”

“Well... you know this isn’t right.”

“Oh, isn’t it? And you thought breaking in and stealing from me was?”

“Hey, a girl has to make a living.”

“And a girl can do so much better than being a common thief, Selina.”

Selina glared but she still smirked. “Hey, I can take being called a thief. But common? That’s uncalled for.”

“Uncalled for? I can show you something uncalled for,” Zatanna said, snapping her fingers.

She unfurled a small, white silk cloth in her right hand.

“What are you... no. Zee do-mmmph!”

Zatanna stuffed the cloth into Catwoman’s mouth, snapping her fingers again, unfurling a longer white silk cloth and wrapping over Catwoman’s mouth, tying it off tight behind her head.

“Mmmph!” Catwoman said, shuffling in her bonds.

“There. I’d say that takes care of that. Now, I’ve been thinking of calling the police. Care to spend some time in jail tonight, Selina? I guess I could call them. Or leave you here to think about your actions for awhile, what do you think?”

“Mmm mmmph! MMMRRPPHH!!”

“Well, I’ll have to consider-mmmph!”

A gloved hand clamped shut around Zatanna’s mouth and she was pulled back toward her chair. She tried to fight back but now her exhaustion was getting to her and the person managed to get a small, black cloth stuffed into her mouth, wrapping it inside with a heavy wrapping of duct tape.

“Mmmph!” Catwoman squealed, surprised at the sudden appearance of Spectre. And she made quick work of the tired magician.

She cuffed Zatanna’s wrists behind the back of the chair with a pair of hinged handcuffs and quickly lashed them in place with a strong leather strap. Spectre used more straps to bind Zatanna’s arms, framing her breasts with them, and pulling them as tight as they would go.

Moving quickly, Spectre locked a pair of leg irons around Zatanna’s ankles, wrapping the long chain through her handcuffs, pulling her feet up off the ground. She used one final strap to bind Zatanna’s legs together at the knees and then stood back for a moment.

“You ought to know the old misdirection trick, Zatanna,” Spectre said. “I think you slipped.”

“Mmmph!” Zatanna said into her gag, trying to fight the restraints. She was an accomplished escape artist, certainly, and likely could have escaped a situation like this much faster, were she not so exhausted. As it stood, however, Zatanna was trapped until she could recover. She would have to rest, bound and gagged, before she could make any escape attempt.

“Well... time to see what you’ve got,” Spectre said.

Catwoman furrowed her brow as Spectre seemed to ignore her. She wandered around the room, inspecting things, pocketing jewellery, and even finding some stashes of money hidden around the place. She took as much as she could fit in her pockets. Catwoman repeatedly tried to get her attention.

“Hmm! Mmtmm mm! Spmmctrmmm! MMMPPPHH!!”

Still she ignored Selina, looting as many of Zatanna’s valuables as she could. Finally, with her pockets full, Spectre turned back to Zatanna, leaning down close into her face.

“Nothing personal here. Besides, a rich girl like you won’t miss this stuff. And I’d never take something you cared about. Like the hat. I wouldn’t touch the hat. But this stuff? People need to make a living. We just choose different ways to do it, you and I.”

“Mmmph....” Zatanna groaned, struggling against her bonds and glaring into Spectre’s eyes.

“And anyway, I like your shows. So it really is nothing personal. I’m sure Selina would say the same. If she could, anyway...”

Zatanna growled into her gag, thrashing about in her chair but she was too tired and tightly bound to do anything but sit there.

“You’ll get out that. Eventually,” Spectre said. “Knowing you, anyway. Catwoman, on the other hand...”

Selina raised an eyebrow as Spectre turned around to face her. “You’re missing a few things,” she said.

“Mmmph.”

“Having trouble?”

“Mmmph!”

Spectre leaned in close and lifted her mask just a bit. “You know, I’ve always wanted to do this...”

Selina realized what she was doing and leaned in herself, loving the chance to remain close to Spectre. As she hoped, Spectre planted her lips right on top of Selina’s kissing her on top of her gag long and slow, closing her eyes.

Spectre kept leaning forward, putting one hand on Selina’s back and gently, slowly lowering her to the floor until she was laying down on her back. They continued kissing, Selina pressing her face tight against Spectre’s, hoping they would never stop.

Of course, just as she thought it, Spectre pulled back and pulled her mask back down. “Thanks,” she said.

“Mmm hmm...” Selina moaned.

“Although... you want another one? Maybe a little... more?” Spectre asked.

Selina gasped, nodding her head enthusiastically. “Ymmph!”

Spectre smirked beneath the mask and this time she removed it entirely, showing Selina her intense, brown eyes and the fringes of her pretty, reddish bangs. “Good. I’d like that.”

Leaning down again, Spectre kissed Catwoman’s gagged lips once more, gently caressing her inner thighs with one hand, and reaching around to stroke her backside with the other.

She rolled her over onto her side and the two continued like this, locked together. Selina moaned into the gag while Spectre continued to caress her, leaning into her long kiss.

Zatanna, meanwhile, rolled her eyes and struggled uselessly against her bonds. “Mmmph...” she groaned. “Mmmmpphh!” She wrestled with the handcuffs for a moment, but she couldn’t concentrate as her exhausted mind just wanted to pass out. She kicked her legs but they only moved a few inches, rocking the chair a bit. But there was nothing she could do and she had to watch this... display on the floor of her dressing room.

Spectre pulled back again, her eyes finding Catwoman’s, and lifted up her red goggles. “You want this, right?” she asked.

“Mmmpph...” Selina moaned, pushing her face forward into Spectre’s lips and rubbing up against her furiously. With a smirk, Spectre leaned down and kissed her long once again, continuing to rub Catwoman all over. Her hands migrated to Selina’s chest, where she unzipped her suit just enough to feel the skin beneath.

“Mmmmppphhh....” Selina moaned again, trying to push her whole body closer to Spectre. But her bonds prevented any such movement and she just couldn’t get any closer.

Pulling back one more time, Spectre lowered her hood and surprised Selina with another kiss, which elicited a happy squeal from the bound and gagged thief.

After their initial meeting, both women knew that something like this was inevitable. And for Spectre to ask Selina, of all people, to help... she knew that Spectre had to like her. And she loved even just looking at Spectre. Hearing her voice, watching her lips move... she had always craved something like this. She just never knew Spectre felt the same, though there were some inklings.

All the lean ins, not letting Catwoman’s banter get under her skin... a lot like, well, him... but he wasn’t here. Right now it was just Selina and Spectre and she couldn’t have loved it more.

While she leaned in to Spectre’s long kisses, Catwoman fought the ropes on her body, desperate to touch Spectre, stroke her face, run her fingers through her hair... but the tight ropes, held by actual magic with no knots, would not budge and she had to settle... but it was still a wonderful feeling.

Spectre continued kissing Catwoman, rubbing her body, pressing up close... and then she stopped. Without warning, Spectre pulled herself back. She pulled her hood up and replaced her mask. Catwoman groaned her disappointment.

“I can’t do this all night. Sorry,” Spectre said.

“Mmph?”

“And anyway, I’ve got all this sweet loot in my pockets. Thanks for helping me get it.”

Catwoman glared for a moment, realizing just what was happening. “Mmmmph!” she mewled, struggling in earnest against the ropes, unable to free herself.

“Hey, I’m sure you’ll get out. Eventually. Here,” Spectre said, walking to the desk and tossing Zatanna’s chest key to the floor. “I’ll even help out a bit.”

“Mmmph!” Catwoman said, struggling harder. “MMMMPPPHHH!!”

“Hey, admit it. You had fun.”

“Mmmph...” Catwoman sighed. She did have fun. And, in truth, she wanted to do it again. And more. She wanted Spectre to come back to her right then.

“Now, I can’t make things too easy for you. A talented woman like yourself needs a challenge.”

“Hmmph?”

Spectre bent down and flipped Catwoman onto her stomach, pulling a leather strap from her pocket. She looped it between Catwoman’s wrists and ankles, pulling it tight enough to arch Catwoman’s back and her fingers were now able to easily touch the heels of her boots.

“There. A good challenge, yeah?”

“Mmmph!” Catwoman protested, squirming around in her hogtie.

“All right. It was fun while it lasted. We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

Sure Catwoman thought. And I’ll pay you back. Double.

“I’ll have to catch you later, Selina.”

“Mmmmph!” Selina said, rolling around on the floor, falling onto her side. The key was laying right in front of her face. “MMMPPHH!!”

“Good luck, ladies.”

“Mmmph!” Zatanna squealed softly after her, still unable to free herself from the chair.

Now with both of them stuck, firmly tied up and gagged, Spectre left the way she come in, through another vent in the ceiling. Alone and unable to free themselves, both women mewled into their gags, glaring at each other, and struggling away.

Even though she had betrayed her, Catwoman admired Spectre for this move. It was likely something she would have done herself. A woman after my own heart. In more ways than one thought Selina.

But dreaming about Spectre wouldn’t get her out of this mess. And if Zatanna got free before she did... she was likely to find herself behind bars. Again. So she started struggling again, trying to wriggle around to reach the key with her hands. But, even then, how would she reach the chest? The thought frustrated her and she growled into her gag.

With Zatanna having her own problems, unable to concentrate and free herself due to her exhaustion, both women were helplessly trapped. So they both could only growl and groan into their gags, struggling away without much hope of escape.

Although they would. They both knew they would. It would just take time. And now it was a race. Catwoman was determined to reach that key, but the hogtie prevented much movement. Zatanna was determined to get herself free, only to tie the thief tighter and make sure she would get what she deserved. For now, though, all they could do was struggle.

“Mmmmph!”