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Synopsis: Selina Kyle, aka Catwoman, is training her escape abilities, when an unwelcome guest comes into her base to help her improve her bindings.

Selina Kyle, known to the Gotham underworld as the elusive Catwoman, stood in the dimly lit room of her hidden base. Her figure, clad in a tight black catsuit that hugged her athletic frame, was a stark contrast against the cold metal surfaces that surrounded her. The soft click-clack of her heeled boots echoed in the silence as she approached a table in the center of the space, her eyes gleaming with determination. Over the table, a black bag awaited her. This bag didn’t have any money or jewels from any previous heist inside, but some particular items that the anti-heroine thought would be useful for future works.

With a feline grace that had earned her the moniker, Selina pulled out a roll of duct tape, several coils of rope and a set of handcuffs. She knew the importance of being prepared for any eventuality, especially in her line of work. Training sessions like these were essential to stay sharp and to push the boundaries of her escape artistry. She had practiced this routine countless times before, but she knew complacency could lead to disaster. Carefully, she applied the first piece of rope around her ankles, securing them together, and then around her knees. She tested the tension, ensuring that it was tight but not overly so, allowing for just enough wiggle room to simulate the struggle of a real capture.

She went on by adding a new coil over her knees and finished her legs by binding her thighs together. Since she was doing self bondage, she knew she couldn’t work on her upper body as much as a real enemy would do, so she made an effort to make her lower body look like if she was in a real perilous situation.

Satisfied with her work, she moved to the handcuffs, clicking them shut around her wrists. She felt the cool metal dig into her skin as she tested them. The cuffs were tight but not tight enough to cut off her circulation. She kept the keys in sight but out of an easy reach. She had them over the table, so she’d have to work out a bit to get them, being on the floor like she was.

As she worked, her mind drifted to her next score, thinking about the challenge it would pose and the thrill of the chase. It was a high-security vault rumored to hold something incredibly valuable. It would be a feat worthy of her reputation and her skills. A soft smile played on Selina's lips as she pictured herself slipping past the guards and laser grids, her heart racing as she reached for the prize.

Suddenly, a soft, maniac laugh snapped her back to reality.

“Who’s there?”

Selina’s question was met with silence, but she knew she wasn’t alone. She could feel the presence of another person, the air in the room had shifted, it had become charged with anticipation. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for the source of the disturbance, her heart pounding in her chest. Her instincts had always been sharp, and they were screaming at her that she had an uninvited guest.

“Looks like you’ve saved me some work, Selina”.

The voice was unmistakable, a blend of playfulness and menace that could only belong to one person: Harley Quinn. Selina’s eyes narrowed as she took in the sight of the Joker’s sidekick, lounging in the doorway with a twirl of her baseball bat.

“Harley, what the hell are you doing here?” Selina snarled through gritted teeth, her struggle against the binds increasing in intensity. The ropes and cuffs dug into her skin as she tried to free herself, her muscles straining against their confines.

She then remembered the keys on the table, so she struggled and tried to get up, but Harley was faster, taking the keys before Selina could even stand.

"You want these?" she teased, as she put them inside her cleavage.

"Harley, give me those keys".

But Harley ignored her, instead sauntering over to Selina's dirty laundry basket. She rummaged through the contents, her nose wrinkling at the smell of sweat and grime from their past escapades. Selina watched with a mix of anger and disbelief as she pulled out a pair of her old, grimy boot socks.

"These will do," she exclaimed, holding them up with a wicked smile.

Selina's eyes widened in horror as Harley approached her, the socks dangling from her fingers like a macabre trophy.

"Harley, what the hell are you doing??"

"Enough talking, kitty".

With a swift motion, Harley grabbed Selina's head and forced the socks into her mouth, one by one, effectively silencing her protests. Selina’s eyes watered as the foul taste and the gagging sensation filled her mouth. She bit down on the fabric, trying to keep them from going too deep. But Harley wasn’t satisfied yet, she wanted to make sure Selina couldn’t make a sound. With the precision of a sadistic artist, Harley began wrapping the duct tape around Selina's head, securing the socks in place.

The sticky tape pulled at Selina’s skin and hair as it went around her face, the pressure increasing with every pass. She could feel the warmth of Harley’s breath on her cheek, the clown’s eyes gleaming with a mad delight at her captive’s plight. Selina’s jaw ached as she bit down harder on the socks, the taste of rubber and sweat becoming almost overpowering.

"Much better, don't you think?" Harley mocked.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Catwoman protested through her massive gag.

Ignoring Selina's muffled protests, Harley Quinn stepped back to admire her handiwork, but she wasn't done yet. Grabbing some of the spare ropes, she secured Selina's wrists even further, looping it over the handcuffs and tightening it until Selina could barely move them. Then, with a wicked twist of her own, she tied Selina's elbows together, drawing them close to her body in a strict, unyielding embrace. Selina felt the burn in her shoulders as she tugged against the restraints, her arms now pinned against her ribs, the rope biting into her skin.

"Close, but not there yet" Harley kept mocking with an acute voice.

"MPHHHHHHHHH!"

With a sadistic twinkle in her eyes, Harley reached for the roll of tape. She grabbed Selina’s bound wrists and tugged them closer to her waist, securing them with the tape. The sticky embrace of the tape was unrelenting as it melded with the fabric of Selina’s catsuit, making her feel even more trapped. Selina squirmed, trying to resist, but she was already so bound that her movements were limited to a mere wriggle.

Next, Harley moved to Selina’s feet, her grin growing wider as she taped them together. The tape pulled taut, forcing Selina’s toes to point and arch as she attempted to find any semblance of comfort. The tape was sticking to the leather of her boots, making a tearing sound as she tried to move. It was clear that Harley was taking this game to a new level, and Selina had to admit she was impressed by the clown’s thoroughness. Finally, Harley taped her hands together, making her fingers useless.

"Wow, I'm such a master, don't you think?"

"MPHHHHHHHH!!" Selina looked at her with a mix of anger and pleading eyes.

"But you can still wiggle around, and we don't want that, do we, Selina?"

With a dramatic flourish, Harley grabbed Selina’s ankles and pushed them up towards her elbows. Selina’s body arched as she felt the rope bite into her skin, her heart racing as she realized she had underestimated Harley’s intentions. The clown’s strength was surprising as she held Selina’s legs in place, wrapping more rope around the already bound limbs. The knots were tight and unforgiving, pulling Selina’s body into an uncomfortable hogtie.

“You’re not going anywhere now, kitty cat,” Harley cackled as she worked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Selina’s breaths grew more labored, her chest heaving against the tape as she struggled to find a comfortable position.

Once she was satisfied with Selina’s hogtie, Harley leaned in close to Selina’s gagged face, her twisted smile only visible in the reflection of Selina’s goggled eyes.

“Looks like the cat’s got your tongue, huh?” she taunted, maniacally laughing out loud.

Selina glared at her through the gag, her eyes burning with a silent fury. She tried to spit out the socks, but they were wedged too deep in her mouth. The taste of the dirty fabric was making her want to gag, and the pressure from the tape was making it difficult to breathe.

“Now, now, don’t get too upset, Selina. You know I’ve got a flair for the dramatic,” Harley said with a wink, placing a hand on Selina’s cheek. Selina’s skin crawled under her touch, and she wished she could claw it away.

With a final tug at the ropes, Harley stepped back to admire her handiwork. Selina was a picture of rage and indignity, bound and gagged, unable to move more than an inch in any direction. The clown’s eyes glinted with a mix of satisfaction and excitement as she took out a phone, painted with a garish joker smile, and dialed a number.

“Puddin’, you’re not going to believe this,” she cooed into the phone, her voice sickeningly sweet. Selina’s eyes rolled in exasperation behind the gag, trying to ignore the smugness in Harley’s tone. “Yeah, I’ve got your little pussycat all trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. And guess what? She’s not going anywhere! Well, I've got to admit, she made it pretty easy for me, hihi”.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"Sure, I'll be there soon enough".

As she hung up the phone, she turned to look at her prey, looking at her with a wicked mocking smile.

"I find this not too fair though. I can't take your only chance of escaping. I may leave you here bound and gagged, but you deserve a chance to free yourself".

"Mphhh?" Selina mumbled.

With a wink and a twirl of her bat, Harley pulled the keys from her cleavage and dangled them in front of Selina’s nose. The silver glinted in the low light, taunting Selina with their proximity and the former promise of freedom. Harley’s smile grew wider as she placed the keys on Selina’s gag, the cold metal pressing against the tape.

Then, she began wrapping the tape around Selina’s mouth once more. The sticky tape smelled faintly of industrial adhesive and the metallic tang of the keys as it melded with the socks. Selina’s eyes bulged as she felt the pressure increase, the tape sticking to her cheeks and the corners of her mouth, stretching her skin. Harley took her time, ensuring the keys wouldn't fall on the floor.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Selina grunted, angrily.

"Oh, don't thank me dear. It's only fair" Harley mocked. "It's been a pleasure, kitty cat, and thank you for your work in advance" she winked.

With a cackle, Harley skipped away from Selina, leaving her to contemplate the seriousness of her situation. The room spun slightly as Selina tested the binds once again. Her breathing was labored, and she could feel the beginnings of a headache forming behind her eyes. The socks in her mouth were wet with saliva and sweat, and she knew she had to act fast if she wanted to escape.

However, the uselessly of her attempts and her growing exhaustion took over, as she finally fell asleep.