-Are you sure this attire is the best option?

-The best one? No. A fun one? Sure.

It was friday night, and the lady had a plan. After slipping her feet down into the legs of her thick black latex catsuit, Carmen put on a pair thick cotton socks and laced her mid calf leather boots, she preferred to do it first as it was the most tricky part. Then she put her small, pink vibrating dildo inside her pussy and turned it on in a low setting.

-That's an unnecessary risk.- As usual José didn't have anything better to do than watching her roomie slipping into a tight latex catsuit.

-Everything I'm doing tonight is an unnecessary risk.

-So don't do it.

Carmen ignored him and closed the zipper from her waist to the base of her neck after slipping her arms in the sleeves. José handed her the small black ball gag, and she put it in her mouth, buckling the strap on the back of her head. Then she covered her head with the black latex hood, with holes on eyes, nose and mouth, through which protuded slightly the black ball. She closed the zipper up to just below her chin and cinched the built in strap the catsuit had around the neck.

In her black leather, biker style jacket she carried the bike's keys. Before she could put it on, José hugged her from behind, squezzed her breasts and groped her crotch where he could feel a slight vibration. She turned around and kissed him on the lips as best as the gag allowed. She zipped the jacket, took the black leather gloves, the black backpack and black helmet and left.

-Shit, it's freezing.- Carmen thought as soon as she started her ride.- Mental note..., in winter, trousers.

The last week of november had its advantages, though. The streets were mostly empty. Besides, the university was on the outskirts of the city, she didn't need to care about traffic. She arrived there in less than fifteen minutes.

She took from her backpack the tools she was going to need, a lock pick for the door, a pair of pliers to cut the cables of the cameras, and a hammer to break the glass. That seemed enough. She put the rest in the bike, under the seat.

She waited until the security guard was too far to hear anything and opened the single aluminium door of the museum. She was sure she could overpower him, as he seemed to be more than sixty years old, but she didn't want to harm the poor man. In case someone was actually on monitor duty she rendered useless the cameras. Her prize was just there, a good hit with the hammer and that would be all.

-Excuse me, can I help you?

-Are you fucking kidding me? One more minute. Just that.

She turned around and barely saw Aida under the dim light of her own office several meters away.

-The panther, right? Please, leave now.- She made a pause waiting for any reaction of the intruder.- Please, I wouldn't want to hurt you.

-Hurt me? Really...?

Carmen ignored her and tried to break the glass. The first blow cracked it, she was about to hit a second time but Aida's hand grabbed the hammer.

-Please, don't do this. Let's talk. We can figure out a solution. You and me.- She kept talking, always in an annoying relaxed, monotonous voice, while holding the hammer. Carmen started to have doubts. Aida's arguments seemed more and more logical.- Give me the hammer. Let's talk.- Carmen released the hammer. In her opinion, Aida was clearly a reasonable and trustworthy person and she just didn't feel like having a discussion at that moment.- Good. Now take off your mask, and we'll talk face to face.- Carmen started to undo the strap closing her neck.

-Wait a moment... My mask? Something is not right. Why have I given her the hammer? I'm not thinking clearly... It's... What's going on?

Carmen was feeling something she couldn't identify. It was very similar to being very tired due to the lack of proper sleep, but not exactly the same. She wasn't tired she was just besotted and a bit giddy. Ignoring her thought she acted by impulse and she tried to buck her hammer but Aida blocked her movement with a surprisingly strong arm.

-Step back!- Aida's tone showed much more tension that before. She tried to push Carmen, but she used the force of Aida's movement and, gyrating her hips in a quick movement and bending down her torso, made her roll over her back and fall to the ground. Exploiting every second she punched Aida on the face only to realize that her face was much harder than a normal face should be. Carmen hesitated just a few of seconds, which Aida used to stand on her feet and take a pair of steps back.

-The bitch is fighting back.- Aida had underestimated her foe.- I thought I had her under control!

She had tried to use her abilities to transmit a sensation of relaxation and peace, but that person seemed to have a strong will. Or perhaps she was smarter than normal. She was a bit scared and than wasn't good because she hadn't learned yet to control that feeling. Therefore she was scaring the thief, and scared people tend to do stupid things. She had to act quickly to avoid the escalation of hostilities. Dropping the hammer she leaped on the thief aiming at her neck. She wanted to choke her until she had made her lost consciousness.

In Carmen's opinion that movement was very stupid. As Aida's arms were going to be immobile for at least a minute, which was approximately the time she could be holding her breath, she had plenty of time to use her fists and elbows to turn her face into a bloody mess, if that was what she wanted. After a pair of punches, though, Carmen felt something totally new and inexplicable. With each blow a general sense of physical discomfort all around her body grow in intensity. It was somehow similar to the first stage of a regular flu. A soft headache, plus a bit of nausea, plus a weird sense of weakness, and it became worse with each blow. That, combined to the fact that Aida was resisting her hits quite well, with only redened cheeks and a bit of blood on her nose, forced her to stop resisting and change her tactic.

Aida had been suspecting that she could also transmit pain as she did with other feelings and sensations, but never had had the chance to test it. She was glad that she was right. The thief stopped fighting and tried to pull on Aida's arms to release her neck, but it was too late. She was already too week. Besides, Aida was stronger, anyways. Half a minute later she lost consciousness.



Carmen woke up in some kind of storage room. Around her there were a bunch of shelves with what looked like several tons of old papers stored for nothing in particular. She was tied to a wooden chair. The vibrator was still inside her, but it didn't feel pleasant at all, but rather irritating. The ball gag still filled her mouth. The rest of her attire was in the floor in front of her, next to the only door. Her identity wasn't a secret anymore.

Tugging at the bonds she had on ankles, wrists, upper arms and below her knees, she realized that they weren't ropes or pieces of duck tape either. It was an organic material of some kind. It had a texture she could recognize easily as she just had found it in one place. It felt like Aida's skin, except that colder and a bit more parched. She could open padlocks quite easly and get by with ropes but that substance was seamless. There weren't knots, locks or hinges, just a single one inch wide band of material. She guessed that it could be cut, whatever it was, so she just had to find something sharp.

-Don't move.- Aida had been the whole time inside the room, hidden behind an ocean of paper. In the ceiling an old halogen lamp struggled to remain alive, barely succeeding. She was using again her usual, intentionally neutral tone of voice.

In previous adventures Carmen had learnt to stay quiet, wait and see, when her hands were tied up. At some point Aida would explain which was the point of kidnapping a thief instead of calling the cops. A few minutes later Carmen heard footsteps approaching. She feared the worst.

-What's going on!? What's this?- Aida's lover opened the door and looked at the bound woman. Carmen expected that some kind of criminal mastermind was going to torture her but that dude was obviously scared.

-What's happening?- Another woman also in her fifties appeared at the door next to him.- Oh my god!

-What is she doing here?- Aida asked the man.

-She wanted to come. You said that you had an emergency!- He said.

-I was worried!- The woman added.

-You were supposed to come alone.- Aida kept talking to the man.- She hadn't met Amneris yet. You've put her in danger.

-Well, thank you. Now I know two of your weak points. And their names.- Carmen thought. She had talked with the man before. His name was Radamés, he also worked at the museum and as a teacher.- This idiots don't seem to have any experience kidnapping people.

The three of them left the room. Carmen didn't feel that she was in true danger. More than once, though, she had been reckless, so she decided to take seriously the situation. Besides, she had fought Aida and lost, and that could easily happen again. She still didn't have a logical explanation for her somnolence first or that weird sudden attack of flu later. For the moment her priority was finding a knife or scissors. She couldn't move though, the trio of kidnappers had left the door open and could see her even if she couldn't hear them talking. She just looked around using what little amount of light she had.

-Hello, again.- Around ten minutes later Aida came back and closed the door.- Journalist, thief, bondage freak, karate kid..., anyhing more?- Carmen didn't answer.- Now, you and I are going to have a chat.