Money was of no concern to her though, at least that's not why she burgled. She did it for the thrill. The thrill of knowing she could infiltrate any house at any time with absolute ease. There was no where she couldn't sneak her way in and out of, and it gave her such a rush every time.

On this particular night, she was tasked with stealing a precious piece of artwork. Well, she wasn't really the one stealing it, that had already been done. She was merely returning the art to its rightful owner.

Sneaking into the house was a breeze. Security was super lax, in fact it had been totally offline. She quietly made her way through the estate, clinging to the shadows in her all black latex suit. Her heels were infused with special fabric that muffled the sound of her footsteps, giving her the ability to prowl around in total silence.

The painting was being kept in the storage area. It was a shame really. To go through all that trouble of stealing art from someone only to lock it away was the real crime. Kayla Grace made her way to the basement storage area with ease. The only problem was, as she looked around for the painting...it was nowhere to be found!

She started to get a bad feeling about the gig. Was this a setup? If it was, there would be hell to pay. No one messed with Kayla Grace.

"Long time no see..."

Save for only one person.

"Madelyn Paige," Kayla said as she whipped around, staring her rival dead in the eyes.

She knew something fishy was going on! Her instincts never betrayed her, and once again they were spot on. This was some kind of setup!

"What are you doing here?" Kayla asked, venom dripping from her voice.

"I should ask you the same thing," huffed Madelyn, "this is my gig."

"As if," Kayla sneered.

"Look," Madelyn said, "I may not be as accomplished as you, but I'm not a liar. This is my gig, so you better scram."

Kayla could tell from the look in Madelyn's eyes that she was telling the truth. This really was her gig. That could only mean one thing: they'd both been contracted. It was rare, but it did happen.

"Fine," Kayla said, "I believe you. This is your gig. But it's mine too. And if you think I'm just going to let you have it, you're sorely mistaken."

Kayla threw down a smoke bomb, flooding the basement with thick fog. She darted behind a pillar, activating her special "spy-vision" eye ware that would allow her to see through the smoke. She carefully peeked out and scanned the room, looking for Madelyn.

The two cats had been rivals for the longest time now, with Kayla usually being the one to come out on top. She had full confidence in her ability to take Madelyn down and assert her dominance.

"Nice try, bitch!"

Madelyn had snuck up behind her, grabbing Kayla and tossing her to the ground. Kayla landed hard on her back, and before she had the chance to react Madelyn was straddling her with her legs.

"What the fuck?!" Kayla said, as she tried to break free.

"Looks like you're getting sloppy," Madelyn said, "I saw you reach for that smoke grenade like...10 years ago. Better learn to be quicker than that next time."

"Listen here you little shmmmph!"

Madelyn clamped a damp rag over Kayla's nose and mouth, a sweet smelling aroma filling her lungs and slowly blurring her vision.

"Sweet dreams," Madelyn purred.

"MMMMMMMPH!" Kayla tried to break free from Madelyn's grip, but the chloroform was too much. For as gifted as a cat burglar as she was, not even she could resist such a thing. Before she knew it, the fight was over, and everything had gone dark.

When she finally came to, she was somewhere else. One of the rooms upstairs perhaps. She was laying on her stomach, her head was pounding and her vision was still a little blurry. As her body slow adjusted to being awake, she felt a light tingling feeling come over her body. This light feeling kept growing and growing until it turned into a dull ache.

Given how she had been tied it was no wonder she felt this way. Madelyn had spared her no mercy in making sure she was kept secure. Then again, Kayla Grace was one of the best catburglars around. If you didn't keep her in strict bondage...she would find a way to break free. Even then, she had been known to get loose from some really tough scrapes.

Technically speaking, she had been hogtied. Although to call the way her body was folded up merely a hogtie was to do a disservice to Madelyn's skilled rope work. Kayla's arms had been pulled behind her back, her elbows forced together with rope tied around her upper arms and just above her elbows. Rather than have her arms lay flat against her back, Madelyn had propped Kayla's arms up so that her hands were pushed into her lower back right above her ass.

This caused her arms to form a right angle, with the backs of her arms now parallel to the ground. She'd been doing this long enough to know that this called a "chicken wing hogtie." Usually, she was the one applying it to a victim, but tonight she was unfortunately on the receiving end of things.

Her legs were tied together from her upper thighs to her knees. From there, the lower half of her legs were spread apart in a "v shape" and tied off to a metal bar. Rope was connected from the bar, to her arms and tied off at her elbows.

As if being held in this shape wasn't enough, Madelyn had cinched the ropes so tight, Kayla's whole body was pulled back leaving her to teeter on her stomach. Thanks to all the yoga Kayla regularly did, getting her into this shape wasn't hard for Madelyn to do.

Speaking of Madelyn, when Kayla awoke she found her standing across the room with her hands on her hips and a wide grin on her face. She knew she had bested Kayla, and it was her time to gloat.

"Wakey, wakey," Madelyn said, sauntering over to Kayla and bending down near her face, "how was your nap?"

"Fuck you," Kayla spat.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," said Madelyn, "I wouldn't talk back if I were you. You don't want to make matters worse, right?"

"Something tells me no matter what I do or say, you're going to do that anyway..."

Madelyn chuckled, "perhaps. But, threatening you is part of the fun too you know."

Kayla rolled her eyes.

"Look, you won, okay? Congrats. I'm sooo happy for you. Now can you please just get on with it."

"Kayla Grace," said Madelyn, "are you trying to stop me from having a little bit of fun?"

"Fun?!" said Kayla, "fun for you, maybe. I don't really think this is fun."

"The fact that it's not fun for you is part of the fun for me," Madelyn said giggling, "but I think that goes without saying."

Kayla groaned.

"Speaking of fun," said Madelyn, "it's a lot more fun when you don't get to talk back. So, let's do something about that, shall we?

She sat down on the floor in front of Kayla, stretching her long slender legs out. Unzipping her black knee high boots she gently tugged them off revealing a very cute pair of blue socks underneath.

"Do you really need to use those?" Kayla said, with a very bad feeling as to where this was going.

"I mean, I could always use yours," Madelyn said, referring to Kayla's cute pink socks that she had been wearing under her now discarded boots.

"Then again," she continued, "this is far more humiliating for you, wouldn't you agree?"

Kayla rolled her eyes. Madelyn sure was taking as much time as she could to gloat. It didn't come often that Kayla Grace was indisposed like this, and Madelyn knew it. She was not going to let an opportunity to put Kayla in her place pass so easily.

"God, fine," said Kayla, "but just get it over with."

Madelyn stuck out her lower lip in a pretend pout, "you really are no fun."

"Hard to have fun when you're tied up like this," said Kayla.

"Oh, don't be such a buzzkill," Madelyn said as she scrunched up the first sock. "Are you going to be a good girl and open wide?"

"I'll tell you what I'm going to do, I'm goimmmmmph!"

Madelyn chuckled, cutting Kayla off mid sentence as she swiftly jammed the first sock into her open mouth. She worked it in, forcing it toward one side in a bid to make room for the other. It was going to be a very tight fit. Kayla's mouth was already bursting from the first one, but Madelyn didn't seem to care. She grabbed the second, and without warning shoved it in too.

"WWWMMMMMPH!"

Kayla roared, her muffled screams drowned out by the soft cotton. At least they tasted somewhat clean. Still, that hardly made up for the fact that the entire wad of them had been crammed in her mouth. Madelyn was about to reach for a roll of duct tape to seal them in when a noise came from the doorway.

"Uhhhh....what the fuck is this?"

Madelyn whipped her head around. Kayla strained her head up the best she could, seeing a woman about her and Madelyn's age standing in the doorway. It wasn't another cat burglar, or security, or anything like that. It was a girl, dressed in a comfy tank top, tight sleep shorts, and thick cozy socks.

Kayla actually knew exactly who this was. She had done her research after all. She was Andrea Acosta, the daughter of the people whose house Madelyn and Kayla were currently intruding upon!

"Wrrrmmmph mmmmmph!" Kayla tried to warn the girl to run, but through a mouthful of socks her speech was totally intelligible.

Madelyn knew she had to act fast before things got out of hand. She leapt up and with lightning speed rushed over to Andrea, grabbing her in the process.

"Hey what the whooooammph!"

Scooping Andrea up, Madelyn tossed her onto the bed kicking the door shut behind her. Before Andrea even had a moment to react, Madelyn had jumped on the bed and straddled her body.

Kayla couldn't see what was going on, but she could hear it. For whatever strange reason Andrea didn't sound scared. In fact, it sounded like she was enjoying how this was all turning out!

"Oh no," she feigned, "please don't tie me up!"

Suddenly there was a pause, and then Madelyn spoke.

"What are you doing?"

"Who, me?"

"Yes, you! Who else would I be talking to? Now, quit stalling and answer me. Why do I get the feeling you like what's happening right now."

"Well..." Andrea said her voice trailing off.

"Spit it out!"

"Okay, fine. Look, there's a reason you both were hired, okay? The client who reached out to you isn't real. I hired them to hire you."

"What?!"

"Wrrrrrmph!"

Kayla knew something fishy was up!

"Yeah," Andrea continued, "well, I can't speak for that other girl...I don't know who she is. But you, Madelyn Paige, were hired by me. I have so many rich friends and they're always bragging about getting kidnapped and having burglars leave them bound and gagged and I just...I've never had that happen yet. So I set up that fake contract, but I didn't expect there to be an actual contract already out there!"

"So this job...it's a scam, yeah?"

"No, no, I'll still pay you. I promise. I just...please if you can just tie me up before you go."

"Oh, with the stunt you pulled, I'll fucking tie you up alright," Madelyn said.

There was some ruffling on the bed, and then Madelyn re-emerged into Kayla's line of sight. She lugged Andrea along with her, plopping her onto the ground. Her arms had been wrenched behind her back, her shoulder blades pushed back as a result. There was an impressive amount of rope looped around her upper body. Madelyn had been swift.

Andrea continued to sit there, giving herself over to Madelyn as she allowed her to position her body into a seated position. She folded Andrea's legs up so that she was sitting "criss cross" and then wound rope around her legs smooshing them further together. She closed her eyes and purred, allowing Madelyn to tie the rope as tight as she wanted. A shudder, quietly escaping her mouth every time Madelyn cinched a knot.

"As much as I love to hear you wimper," Madelyn said, now finishing tying Andrea up, "I better make sure you stay quiet, like my friend here."

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

Madelyn reached for Andrea's fluffy socks, gently tugging them free from her feet. Andrea obediently opened her mouth, and god what a mouth she had. Madelyn had no issues stuffing both of the socks in, pushing them gently past Andrea's lips before she wrapped a bunch of duct tape between them. Her cheeks were puffed out under the tape, but she didn't seem to mind.

Madelyn shifted over and made sure Kayla's mouth was secured too, pushing the socks in even further as she wound tape between Kayla's lips and around her head.

"Nmmmph," Kayla mumbled, doing her best not to gag on the socks.

"And there we have it," Madelyn said giving both girls a pat on the head, "what a cute pair of damsels you make."

"Ggggnph!" Kayla grunted in protest.

"Mmmmmmmmph!" Andrea's reply was much more enthusiastic than Kayla's, her slender frame bouncing with delight as she purred into her massive jaw stretching gag.