Cellar of Crime Fighters

Mr Golarpuss grinned as he peered into the trunk of his car after opening it. “Comfy ride Sergeant?” Sassy narrowed her eyes as she gazed up at her catnapper, and gave an angry stamp against the trunk with her high heeled feet. It had decidedly not been comfy.  She gave an indignant squeak through her cloth gag as Mr Golarpuss reached into the trunk to haul her up into a sitting position. She gave a token wriggle against the ropes binding her paw and foot but was unable to loosen anything before her captor knelt to scoop her up into his arms, his paws holding her shoulders and under her knees.  His smile broadened as Sassy lifted her head so her brown hair tumbled downwards, in order to give him a good glare. “Shall we show you to your accommodation madam?” he taunted. “Lllll tttttkkkk ttttt kkkkknnnn sssszzz rrrrrmmmm!” Sassy snorted sarcastically as Mr Golarpuss began carrying her through his house. After exiting the garage and entering the kitchen, she resumed her struggles, squirming in his grasp and kicking out with her conjoined legs in frustration. “Oh quit your wriggling. You should have known what would happen if you insisted on dressing up and pretending to be a crime fighter,” Mr Golarpuss explained as he carried Sassy to a pre-opened door leading down into his basement. “I just can’t resist teaching meddling do-gooders a lesson in what happens when they try to meddle in the affairs of a scoundrel like me.” “Dddd tttyyy ggggtttt nnnnn ppprrrzzzz?” Sassy growled as down into the darkened basement she was hauled. Yet as they drew close to foot of the steps, the sound of muffled grunts and scuffing of shoes on a stone floor indicated just what kind of lesson Mr Golarpuss taught to meddling crime fighters.

Private Investigator Pur-Ling provided a frustrated snort as she jiggled against the ropes binding her to a support pillar in a standing position, wound all about her golden top and nyloned legs, having been unable to escape from Mr Golarpuss’ knots despite having spent the past couple of hours giving it a good go. He was certainly testing her escapology abilities.  Neither were the other two captives able to get any purchase against the ropes binding them back-to-back in their chairs. Girl detective Ginger Drew and reporter for the Daily Purrzette Minette bounced in their seats against the ropes as much as they could, chair legs and high heels clopping againsgt the floor as the writhed. Yet they remained stringently entwined together despite four hours of captivity, only able to watch and mumble through their gags as they watched the latest crime fighter get carried into the basement as a helpless prisoner. Mr Golarpuss looked very pleased with himself. “So that’s a PI, a meddling reporter, a girl detective and now a cop. Think I just need a secret agent and super heroine to have a complete set.”  Sassy reacted to him by resuming her desperate struggles against his grip, trying vainly to break free. “Ddddnnn yyyy dddrrrr dddd mmmm tttt yyyrrrr cllllcctttnnn!” she warned defiantly.  Mr Golarpuss just stuck his tongue out at his latest captive. “You don’t have a choice Sergeant. The only question now is, do I tie you to the other pole, or do I hogtie you at the feet of your redheaded friend over there?” Sassy rolled her eyes. No wonder Reeow stopped wearing this uniform is this was what kept happening when she did.

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This is a commission pic I did for Golavus featuring some of his fave crime-fighting kitties and the short story he wrote to go with it.