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Precious Jewels - Sleepychic - 07-08-2022 Precious Jewels - Part 1 by Scarecrow98 “Hey! What do you think you’re doing? The mall is closed.” A flashlight gleamed out of the darkness of the mall, transfixing two men in its white glare. They both rose from where they had been kneeling by the metal security gate that covered the entrance to Heishmann’s Fine Jewelry. The security guard stepped forward, her flashlight held out in one hand and her other hand on the hilt of the pistol that she wore on her belt. She was quite attractive, tall, with long brown hair, shapely legs, firm round breasts and a pretty face. She wore the standard Carter Security uniform: black boots, a black mini-skirt with a white belt, a black halter-top with white fringes that left her appealing arms and midriff bare, and a black peaked cap. “I asked you a question,” the guard barked again. She drew her gun and aimed it at the two men. “Now what are you two doing?” The two men raised their hands and looked at each other. Both wore black leather jackets and their faces were covered with balaclava masks. One was intimidatingly large, the other thinner and more wiry. “Uh,” the larger one said after a moment’s hesitation, “we just…got lost. Do you know where the exit is?” “Oh brother,” the smaller man said with an eyeroll. The pretty guard kept the flashlight and the gun trained on both crooks. She glanced down at the radio on her belt, realizing that she didn’t have a hand free to draw it. “Okay, you two just…just stay where you are. You understand?” She slowly started to lower the flashlight, her hand edging for the radio. “I mean it, don’t move a muscle.” “Oh we’re not going anywhere, cutie-pie. But you are,” the smaller man said with a smile. The larger man waved one of his raised hands. “Night night,” he said. The guard stared at them in confusion. She went for the radio. A cloth suddenly clamped over her face. The same moment an arm clamped around her slender waist, pulling her back off her feet and trapping her arms. The guard gave a muffled scream into the cloth. She kicked wildly, her body twisting and pulling against her captor. The two men relaxed and lowered their arms. “Good catch, Kyle,” the smaller one said. “Now I know why you bring chloro on the jobs.” “She’s not out yet,” Kyle gasped as he held the bucking woman. “Get her gun, why don’t you?” “Right,” the larger man rumbled. He strode forward and grabbed the pistol out of the struggling girl’s hand and threw it to the side. With the cloth still over her face, the woman kicked him hard between the legs. “Oof,” the larger man grunted, falling back in pain. “That little—” “Oh, she won’t be any trouble in a few seconds, will you cupcake?” The smaller man came up, crossing his arms. “Look at her. She’s already halfway to dreamland.” The guard’s struggles began to slow. She kicked, but more weakly. She twisted, but her attempts to pull away became sluggish and heavy. She moaned instead of screamed. As the three men watched, her shapely body began to sag in Kyle’s grip. The flashlight tumbled out of her fingers and dropped to the floor. “There’s a good girl,” Kyle whispered in the woman’s ear, still keeping the cloth over her face. “Just go to sleep for me now. Shhh. Thaaat’s right.” He glanced up at the other two thieves. “Heff, get her legs. Troy, get the radio.” The larger man wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, then grabbed the security guard’s legs and held them firm. The guard tried to keep struggling, but it was obvious the chloroform was taking hold. She only managed to groan softly and twist in the two men’s grip. “Deep breaths,” Kyle said soothingly. “Nice, deep breaths and off to sleep now. Good girl.” Troy snatched the radio off the woman’s belt and tossed it aside. He eyed the woman’s long, shapely legs with overt relish. “I don’t see why I can’t be the one to hold her.” Heff smiled at the smaller man. “You ain’t got the muscles for it, Troy.” He had tucked both of the woman’s feet under one arm, holding them tight. His free hand slid up and down her bare legs, caressing her thighs and pushing up under her skirt. “Wow, would you feel these legs? This girl’s a runner for sure.” “What do you mean I got no muscles?” Troy’s eyes flashed under his balaclava. “I’m strong enough. I’m just not a bull like you…” “Quiet,” Kyle snapped at both of them. He pushed the cloth tighter over the woman’s face. “Let’s not wake sleeping beauty here.” The security guard gave a tiny, confused whimper behind the chloroform-soaked rag. Her eyes crossed, then slowly closed. She gave one last little shudder, then became completely heavy and limp in the men’s gasp. “She out?” Troy asked eagerly. His greedy eyes ran up and down the unmoving girl’s soft curves and long lines. “Oh yeah,” Heff said triumphantly. “She’s off in dreamland.” He squeezed her thighs. “I’m telling you, these are some toned legs here. She must really work out.” “Didn’t help her much,” Kyle said. He laid the limp guard gently down, letting her fall back against his chest. He kept the cloth over her face. “I’ll give it a few more seconds just to make sure she’s really out.” Heff lowered the girl’s legs to the ground, his hands stroking them along the way. “She’s got quite the body on her. Is she cute? I couldn’t really see her face with that light in my eyes.” Kyle ran a hand over the sleeping woman’s large breasts. “Her knockers are firm as hell, I can tell you that.” He squeezed her perfectly-formed bosom. “Soft, too.” “Oh come on,” Troy whined. “Don’t I get a piece of this action?” “Let me see her face,” Heff growled, ignoring Troy. “Come on, man, she’s out like a light.” Kyle pulled the cloth away from the unconscious woman’s face. “You two are just lucky I brought the chloroform and managed to stay out of sight. If not for me—” He stopped mid-sentence. All three men gaped at the sleeping angel on the floor in front of them. “Damn,” Troy whispered, “she is hot.” “Beyond hot,” Heff muttered. “Yeah,” Kyle said, his eyes fixed on the woman’s peaceful, relaxed face. “She’s…pretty.” “I heard chloro turns a girl on when they’re going under,” Heff said with a lusty grin. “That true?” “How the hell should I know?” Kyle said. “Oh, like you’ve never chloroed a woman before,” Troy snickered. “Probably the only way you can get laid.” “You shut your mouth,” Kyle snarled at the thin crook. “I’ve got lots of game. I don’t need to drug a woman to get her in bed with me.” “Can I have this one, then?” Heff slipped his hand deep under the girl’s skirt. The woman’s head moved slightly. Her red lips parted and she gave a soft sigh. “Oh man,” Heff said with a shaking voice. “She’s wet up there, man. Like really really wet…” Kyle grabbed the man’s arm and pulled it away. “Would you stop it? We need to focus. We got a job to do.” “To hell with that,” Heff snorted. “Sleeping beauty here is the hottest piece of ass I’ve seen in more than a year. Taking her would be as easy as cherry pie.” “She won’t remember nothing either,” Troy agreed eagerly. He stretched in a hand and pawed the woman’s breasts. “And it’s not like she can say no…” Kyle smacked Troy’s hand away. “Have you two both lost your minds?” he hissed. “Remember the jewelry store? That’s what we came here for. Not her.” “I say we multi-task, then,” Heff said as he caressed the sleeping woman’s calves. “We’ll take turns with her. I’ll go first.” “I say we just take her with us,” Troy said with a leering grin. “Throw her in the back of the van with the rest of the goods. Then we get her back home, chain her to a bed, and really have fun with her.” Heff looked up at Kyle. “That’s not a half bad idea. But I still want a turn with her now.” “You’re both crazy,” Kyle said angrily. “We’re thieves, not kidnappers. You want half the city looking for us? Not to mention the League?” “I know a guy we could sell her to,” Troy said thoughtfully. “He’s in the white slavery business. Probably pay premium price for a girl with a body like hers.” “Come on, man,” Heff said with a knowing smile towards Kyle. “I saw you cop a feel on this chick just now. You know you’ve got a hard-on for her just like the rest of us. Why waste a golden opportunity like this?” “We’re on a tight schedule,” Kyle protested weakly. His eyes were back on the girl’s large breasts, which were rising and falling with a slow, even cadence. “We can’t afford the time.” “For her? I think we can,” Troy said. He glanced down at the name tag pinned to the woman’s left breast. “Jacqueline. We know her name now. That’s further than I get with the most of the girls I bring home from the club.” Kyle glanced back at the jewelry store. “This job was supposed to be simple. Break in, get the jewelry, get out.” Heff slid his hands up Jacqueline’s legs, spending extra time between her soft thighs. “It still is simple. We’re just…adding a step.” “Some step,” Kyle said sharply. “Whoa, whoa,” Heff said, raising his hands in mock defense. “I just thought we could have a little fun with her, that’s all. A little limp doll to play with. You know, give her some real sweet dreams and all.” “Besides,” Troy said, his eyes running up and down Jacqueline’s long legs, “it ain’t really a problem if she doesn’t remember any of it later.” “Ten minutes.” Heff couldn’t tear his eyes off the sleeping girl’s long, luscious legs. “Come on, Kyle, I’m begging you. Just ten minutes alone with this hot little box, that’s all I need.” “Oh, just you?” Kyle pulled a stun gun out of the woman’s belt and examined it. “You weren’t planning on sharing her with the rest of us?” Troy’s face darkened. “You better, man. If he gets a turn, so do I. Kyle too.” Heff glowered at the smaller man. “We ain’t got enough time for that, moron.” “Exactly.” Kyle pocketed the stun gun. “That’s why we’re tying her up and leaving her here.” Heff gave an exasperated groan. Kyle rolled the unresponsive woman over on her side. Her gathered her limp arms behind her back. “Troy, you got that duct tape?” “Yeah.” Troy reached into a bag around his shoulder and tossed a thick roll of duct tape to Kyle. Heff finished pulling the girl’s other high-heeled shoe off, tossing it one side. He clamped his hands on the girl’s skirt and began yanking it down. “What are you doing?” Kyle said as he taped the girl’s wrists together behind her back. “She’ll be easier to tie up if she’s naked,” Heff grunted. He pulled the skirt down her legs and off her feet. “How does that make any sense?” Kyle said irritably. “No man, I’m with Heff on this one.” Troy stared at Jacqueline’s slinky black panties. “She’ll be so much easier to tie up without any clothes on.” “Look you two, I’m serious here,” Kyle said as he tore off the tape from the roll. “It’s the jewels we’re after here—” Heff yanked the beautiful girl’s panties down, leaving her naked from the waist down. All three men stared at the girl’s exposed womanhood, lost for words. “Damn,” Troy breathed. “I know what jewels I want tonight,” Heff said under his breath. “And they ain’t in the store.” Kyle ran a hesitant hand down the unconscious girl’s exposed midriff, sliding deeper between her thighs. “Wow,” he said in a shaky voice. “You weren’t kidding, Heff. That chloro really did turn her on.” “Told you,” Heff said eagerly. “It must be one of those, what do you call it…you know, a thing that turns you on? An aphro-something or other.” “I know that I’m turned on,” Troy said. His eyes were still fixated on the welcoming cleft between Jacqueline’s soft thighs. “Ten minutes, man,” Heff begged again. “Hell, give me five. I’ll be fast.” Kyle looked up at the larger thief and opened his mouth to respond. Jacqueline moaned softly. Her head stirred slightly, her eyelids flickering. “She’s waking up,” Kyle warned. He grabbed the cloth again, soaking it with more chloroform. “Hold her steady. I’ll put her back under.” Heff clamped his hands down on the girl’s thighs, pinning them to the ground. “Got her.” “Whaaa?” Jacqueline groaned. She lifted her head, blinking slowly and stupidly. “Wherre…amm…?” “Shush now, honey,” Kyle said softly. He pushed the chlorform-soaked rag over the beautiful woman’s face. “It’s all a bad dream. Just go back to sleep. That’s a good girl.” Jacqueline whimpered softly, her eyes still only half open. Her delectable, half-naked body shuddered weakly. She breathed in the powerful fumes from the cloth and her dilated pupils crossed. She gave a confused, happy sigh. “Oh, yeah,” Heff said leeringly, his hands sliding up her warm soft thighs. “She ain’t gonna be a problem. Just going right back to sleepy-bye. Ain’t you, baby?” Jacqueline didn’t seem to hear or care. Her eyelids drifted slowly shut. Her body gave a little jerk, then became heavy and still. “Good girl,” Kyle whispered as he stroked her long brown hair. “Time for bed. There you go.” He glanced up at Heff. “Grab the duct tape and start on her ankles.” “Gotta get her top off first,” Heff said eagerly. He pulled out a knife. “I’ll cut it open. It’ll be faster.” Jacqueline gave a soft, helpless sigh. She looked peaceful as she slept. Kyle removed the rag from the girl’s face and shoved it into his coat pocket. “We’ve wasted enough time with her. She’s out, and we’ve got a job to do. Get her ankles taped.” “I can’t believe you, man,” Heff rumbled. “What, you don’t want a taste of her?” “Of course I do,” Kyle responded testily. “But it ain’t gonna happen. We don’t have the time for hanky panky.” “That’s good to hear,” came a new, feminine voice from behind them. “Because I would hate to have to cripple you boys for life.” All three men turned. Heff and Kyle stumbled to their feet. There, standing on the edge of a dried-up fountain in the middle of mall’s promenade, was tall, sweetly-shaped woman. She wore a tight-fitting leopard-print leotard that hugged every curve and line of her delectable body and left nothing to the imagination. The leotard was cut low to show the enticing cleavage of a pair of bulging, heavy breasts that looked ready to burst from their skimpy fabric prison at any moment. Long blonde hair fell around her shoulders. On her head was a headband with pointed cat ears. On her pretty face was a leopard-print domino mask. And in her hand was a long, leather whip. “You can call me Leopard Lass,” she purred in a throaty voice. She gave the whip in her hand a might crack. “And I think it’s time you boys got what’s coming to you.” Precious Jewels - Part 2 by Scarecrow98 “Just to clarify,” Troy said haltingly, his wide eyes fixed on the gorgeously-shaped costumed woman in front of him, “when you say you’re going to give us what’s coming to us, you don’t mean, uh…?” Leopard Lass snapped her whip again, gyrating her hips in a strangely sensual manner. “I’m turning you boys into the police.” “Oh, right,” said Troy, sounding supremely disappointed. “Leopard Lass?” Heff hissed at Kyle. “I ain’t never heard of a Leopard Lass, have you? Is she a Leaguer?” “The Lakeside League?” Leopard Lass leapt down from the edge of the fountain, shaking her whip menacingly. “Not a chance. I’m my own woman.” “Good grief,” Kyle said. “How many costumed chicks does this city have, anyway?” “We must have tripped an alarm,” Heff said, glancing back at the jewelry store behind them. “Police might be on their way too.” “Sorry boys,” Leopard Lass sang out. “No alarm, and no police. It’s just me. And trust me, you’re going to wish the police were here instead of me by the time I’m done with you.” Heff gave Kyle a questioning glance. “Then how—?” Leopard Lass gave a cocky smile and glanced back at the corridor that led to the mall’s main doors. “You boys left the front door open.” Kyle turned slowly, glaring at Troy. “We left the front door open?” Troy raised his hands. “It wasn’t me. Heff was the last one through.” “That’s bull!” Heff clenched his fists. “You were the last one. How stupid are you, anyway?” “It got stuck,” Troy blurted. “And we were in a hurry. Besides, who’s in a mall parking lot at night looking for open doors?” “Her!” Heff and Kyle both roared, pointing at the voluptuous vigilante before them. “Enough chit-chat, boys,” Leopard Lass said, licking her lips in anticipation. “It’s time you faced justice.” “Right,” Heff snorted. “I got her.” He raised his fists in a classic boxing stance. “Come and get some, muffin.” Leopard Lass gave a confident smirk, then snapped her whip forward. The black leather strap coiled around Heff’s right leg. “Ow!” Heff yelled. “That hurt, you miserable—” Leopard Lass yanked hard on the whip’s handle. Heff’s leg was pulled out from under him. He crashed heavily to the floor. Leopard Lass dropped the whip, now useless with one end entangled around Heff’s leg, and somersaulted forward, her perfect body flipping end over end in an amazing display. Troy cursed. “Guns, man. I told you we should have brought guns.” “Shut up,” Kyle said. “I’ll kill you, you little—” Heff struggled to get back to his feet. Leopard Lass spun around in to a kick that landed right in the thug’s face with a sickening crunch. Heff crashed back flat on the floor. Troy yanked a pair of bolt cutters out of his bag and charged forward, hefting the tool like a club. Leopard Lass smiled, then weaved to one side. She dodged Troy’s blow with ease, then kicked him hard in the stomach. Troy doubled up with a gasp of pain. He dropped the bolt cutters and slumped to his knees. Heff started to rise again, blood from his nose dampening the balaclava he wore. He lashed out a meaty hand, but came nowhere near to actually landing a hit on the elusive heroine. Leopard Lass cartwheeled back, did a spin, and kneed Heff hard under the chin. He went down again like a sack of potatoes, and this time he stayed down. Troy backed up, one arm still clutched over his stomach. “Easy now,” he said nervously, his eyes rooted on the girl’s bosom. “There’s no need for violence. I…I bruise easy.” Leopard Lass put her hands on her hips. “My eyes are up here, bud.” Troy tore his eyes from the girl’s jiggling round breasts. “Hey, you’re the one who’s showing all that cleavage. And…obviously not wearing a bra at all. How do you even fight like that?” “Pig,” Leopard Lass snorted. “I’m going to enjoy taking you down.” “Now hold on,” Troy said, holding up a hand. “I give up. I’m giving up.” Kyle was edging around the side of a kiosk, the chloroform rag in hand. He peeked out at Leopard Lass’s back, then motioned to Troy. Troy raised both his hands. “See? I’m all yours. Take me in.” Leopard Lass tilted her head and gave a sassy grin. Kyle jumped out and dashed towards the girl. Without missing a beat, Leopard Lass spun on one booted heel and kicked Kyle hard in the face. Kyle stumbled back, smashing into the kiosk and falling to the ground. Troy jumped forward as well, trying to take advantage of Leopard Lass’s brief distraction. It wasn’t enough. Leopard Lass turned back and punched Troy right in the face. “Ow!” he blurted, slapping a hand to his face. Leopard Lass twirled and gave the thug a roundhouse kick. Troy toppled to the floor, stunned. Leopard Lass snapped her head back towards Kyle, who lay groaning on the ground. “Well, well, well,” she said, placing her hands on her lovely rounded hips, “looks like it’s all over, handsome.” She paced over to him, strutting one long leg in front of the other as she moved. “You’ve been a very, very bad boy.” Kyle stifled a groan. He gave his head a shake, trying to clear away the ringing that seemed to fill his ears. The chloroform cloth lay on the floor just a couple feet away from where he had fallen. Leopard Lass leapt on top of Kyle, straddling him and pinning him to the ground. She pushed her hands down on his shoulders, her breasts dangling right in front of his face. Kyle’s eyes widened. He swallowed, looking down Leopard Lass’s open leotard at her heavy round breasts. “You are a cutie, aren’t you?” Leopard Lass purred. She ran a finger up Kyle’s chest. “How is it that all the hottest men in my life are criminals?” “Just bad luck, I guess,” Kyle stammered. His eyes were still on the heroine’s creamy round breasts, gently swaying in front of him. “Maybe I should just let you go,” Leopard Lass said softly. She slowly gyrated her torso, rubbing her crotch against Kyle’s manhood. “Would you like that, handsome?” Kyle opened his mouth, but couldn’t respond. He felt himself quicken and harden with desire. Leopard Lass gave him a teasing smile. “You like that, huh?” She dipped her head in closer, her face just a few inches above his. “I like it too, lover-boy. Too bad I have to take you in or we could have so much fun together.” She pushed herself against him even harder, grinding her crotch suggestively against him. Kyle closed his eyes. It felt good. Real good. It took every ounce of effort he had to hold himself back. Just two thin layers of clothing stood between him and a world of pleasure… The cloth. Kyle suddenly realized that Leopard Lass had made no move towards the chloroform-soaked cloth. She hadn’t even seemed to notice it. Was it possible that she didn’t even realize what it was? Maybe she had thought that he had been rushing her to grab her, or to hit her from behind. That was crazy. With criminals like Lord Ether running around, what kind of heroine could operate in Lakeside City for long without knowing what chloroform was? Then again, this costumed chick wasn’t part of the League. Kyle had never even heard of her before. She seemed new, despite her cocky attitude. A novice superheroine. A chloroform virgin. Kyle opened his eyes. A flicker of a smile crossed his face. Leopard Lass straightened up, her deliciously full breasts bouncing with the movement. She gave a mocking smile, still straddling Kyle’s throbbing manhood. “Something funny, handsome?” “I was just thinking,” Kyle said slowly, “there seems to be something you still need to learn about being a heroine in Lakeside City.” Leopard Lass laughed. “Oh, really, handsome? And what’s that?” She put her hands on his shoulders again, dipping her face down and cocking her head to one side. She continued rocking her hips, keeping her open thighs snug and pressed against him. “Why don’t you whisper it in my ear?” “This.” Kyle snatched the chloroform-soaked rag off the ground and slapped it over the girl’s face. He grabbed the back of her head with his other hand, pushing hard. Leopard Lass gave a muffled scream. She straightened, her hands clawing at the cloth. “Shhhh,” Kyle said. “Just breathe and go to sleep, baby.” Leopard Lass twisted, her blue eyes blinking and becoming hazy. Her large breasts rose and fell as she breathed in the anesthetic. Kyle smiled. The girl had no idea what the chloroform did. She had already breathed in too much to stop. Leopard Lass gave a confused groan. Her lush body grew suddenly heavier on top of Kyle. Her eyes began to cross and half-close. One after the other her hands dropped to the floor. “That’s a girl,” Kyle whispered. “You’ve done such a good job, you deserve a nice long rest now. Go sleepy-bye.” Leopard Lass stiffened for a moment. She swatted weakly at Kyle’s hand that held the cloth over her face, then relaxed again. Her body grew more and more slack and heavy, settling down on top of him. Her eyes crossed even more, the eyelids slowly closing. Her breasts danced and swayed in the thin leotard that seemed to barely hold them. “Go to sleep,” Kyle said softly. He was even harder with desire now than he had been before, feeling the girl’s warm and open crotch resting heavily on top of his own pulsing manhood. “Don’t fight it, honey. Just breathe and go night-night. That’s right.” Leopard Lass gave a defeated sigh. Her eyes closed and her head began to sink down onto Kyle’s shoulder. Her body went limp like a ragdoll, settling down on top of Kyle like a soft warm blanket. “Shush now,” Kyle whispered. He lowered the sleeping girl’s head down onto his shoulder. Her long blonde hair was in his face. She smelled good, like lavender. Her full breasts squished into Kyle’s chest, soft and magnificent. They seemed ready to burst from the leotard at any moment. He couldn’t help but smile at the curved round breasts just inches in front of his face. “Sleep, babe. I’ll take care of you. Good girl.” Leopard Lass’s body gave one last little shudder, then went completely limp, draped over Kyle like the sexiest body pillow ever. He stroked her hair with his free hand, keeping the cloth over her face a few seconds more just to be careful. She breathed slow and evenly, her eyes closed and her face relaxed. Kyle cautiously removed the cloth, glancing at the heroine’s face. Leopard Lass’s eyes were closed. Her features were slack and relaxed. Peaceful. Totally out. “That’s better,” Kyle said. He slid one hand down Leopard Lass’s side, squeezing the side of her ripe breasts. “You just sleep for a while.” He moved his hand over her rounded ass, gently groping her firm buttocks. He lifted the girl’s head and brushed the hair away from her face. She was so gorgeous, even with the mask. Kyle kissed her, enjoying the feel of her moist, slack lips and warm mouth. Leopard Lass whimpered softly, but didn’t stir. Kyle was about ready to explode. He needed release. His pants needed to be off, and this girl’s leotard needed to be anywhere but on her soft warm body. If he rolled her over, maybe he could— “I thought you said we didn’t have time for any hanky-panky,” Troy said suddenly. He stepped into view, rubbing a red mark on his jaw. Kyle felt as if he had been abruptly woken from a dream. A beautiful, lovely, sexy dream. He let Leopard Lass’s head drop back onto his shoulder. She snuggled against him, snoring softly. “How come you always get all the girls?” Troy continued, shaking his head in disgust. “Even when we’re on a job…” “I’m not…” Kyle began, irritated and flushed. “I mean she’s not…we don’t have time for any hanky panky.” He pushed Leopard Lass roughly off him. She fell into a heap on her side, one long leg still lying across Kyle. “Looks like you’ve got plenty of time for it,” Troy said, eyeing Leopard Lass’s unconscious body enviously. “Shut up,” Kyle snarled. He got up to his feet. “Where’s Heff?” “Right here,” the big thief responded. He came up behind them. His mask had been rolled up and a bloody handkerchief was pressed against his nose. “I think that crazy cat lady broke my nose.” “All right,” said Kyle with a wistful glance back at Leopard Lass’s sleeping form, “well I don’t think that this sleeping beauty called the cops or the League. Let’s truss her up next to—” He turned and stopped mid-sentence, his eyes falling on Jacqueline’s prone form. She was still unconscious, and still naked from the waist down. Now, however, her top had been thrust up to reveal her honey-soft breasts, which rose and fell softly as she slept. Kyle glared at Heff. “Don’t look at me,” the big thief growled. He lifted his head, dabbing at his nose with the handkerchief. “She was like that.” “No she wasn’t,” Kyle said. “I’m with Heff,” Troy chimed in. He leaned over the sleeping Leopard Lass, staring at her limp body. “I’m pretty sure she was like that before.” Kyle sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Guys, come on—” “Okay, you caught me,” Heff grumbled. “I loosened her blouse to make sure she was breathing okay. Don’t thank me or anything.” “And you were doing all this while Leopard Lass here had me pinned to the ground?” Kyle asked sardonically. Heff shrugged. “You looked like you had the situation under control.” Kyle shook his head in exasperation. “This is turning into the longest jewelry heist I’ve ever done. You two knuckleheads are worthless.” “Yeah whatever, man. I saw you kissing Cat Lass over here. Putting her out was totally giving you a boner.” Troy chuckled and punched Kyle lightly in the shoulder. “Way to get some, bro.” “Okay that’s enough,” Kyle said irritably. “We still have to get the jewels, remember? And after that—” He stopped again, turning his head around. Troy was hunched over Leopard Lass. He had pulled off her leotard and had yanked it down all the way to her knees, exposing her creamy flesh, full ripe breasts and leopard-print panties. Her boots were already in a heap on the floor beside her. “What do you think you’re doing?” Kyle exclaimed. “Hey,” Troy said over his shoulder as he tugged the leotard over and off Leopard Lass’s feet, “you said you wanted her tied up, remember?” “Tied up, not naked,” Kyle said between his teeth. “They’re easier to tie up when they’re naked,” Heff commented. He was kneeling over Jacqueline’s unconscious form, squeezing her exposed breasts with both hands. He glanced over at Troy. “Hey, take her mask off and let’s see who she is.” “Sure,” Kyle said sarcastically, “let’s just take her picture and post it on Facebook while we’re at it.” Troy had already slipped Leopard Lass’s mask off and tossed it one side, revealing her lovely sleeping face. Despite himself, Kyle looked over Troy’s shoulder at the beautiful girl, serene and relaxed. “Hey,” Troy said slowly, “I know this broad.” “Don’t be stupid,” said Kyle, his eyes scanning up and down Leopard Lass’s exposed body. “How could you possibly know her?” “No, I think I know her too,” Heff volunteered. He tore himself away from Jacqueline’s naked body and came closer, peering down at Leopard Lass’s face. “She’s that one girl. You know, from that thing.” “Oh, that’s super specific,” Kyle said nastily. Troy nodded his head eagerly. “No, Heff’s right. She’s an actress, right? Been in some of those cheesy Horror flicks.” Heff gave a knowing smile. “Yeah, and some other movies too. Under a different name, though. She was in some of those fetish videos a few years back. Bondage and other kinky stuff.” He snapped his fingers. “Cotton. Candy Cotton. That’s her name.” “You’re both crazy,” Kyle said. “No, I think he’s right,” Troy mused. “Candy Cotton. Oh man, she’s the greatest.” “There’s no way that’s her,” Kyle insisted. “One way to check,” Troy said with a grin. He grabbed Leopard Lass’s panties and pulled them down and off her legs, then pushed her thighs apart. All three men were silent a moment out of sheer wonder and awe. “Oh yeah,” Heff said breathlessly, “that’s totally her.” Troy nodded eagerly. “I’d know that muff anywhere. That’s Candy Cotton all right.” “Great,” Kyle said. “Now we have a crazy porn star turned vigilante and a security guard. Can we please tie them up and get back to the jewelry robbery?” “This is Candy Cotton,” Troy said. “We got her drugged and naked here, man. We can do anything we want to her. How can you be thinking of jewels at a time like this?” “I don’t know,” Kyle said angrily, “maybe because banging some costumed film star doesn’t pay the rent?” “Maybe we should just take ten minutes,” Heff ventured. “You know, like a union break…” “This isn’t a union,” Kyle snorted. “And we’re not getting paid unless we get those jewels. Now get your minds off these girls and—” “Hello?” echoed a woman’s voice from down near the mall’s entrance. “Is anyone in here? The front door’s ajar. Hello?” Kyle, Troy, and Heff all stared at each other. “Not again,” Kyle groaned. Precious Jewels - Part 3 (End) by Scarecrow98 “Get down,” Kyle hissed. He waved his two companions away from sight of the front doors, dodging himself down behind a cinnamon roll stand. “Hello?” The voice came again. A flashlight clicked on and began bobbing closer. “How many of these chicks are there?” Heff groaned. Troy craned his neck, looking over the edge of the cinnamon roll stand. “It’s a super,” he whispered. “You and your stupid open front door,” Kyle snarled. “Which costumed dame is it this time? Never mind, I’ll look myself.” He threw himself on his stomach, peering around the corner of the stand. A svelte young woman had just appeared from the main hallway, a small flashlight in her hand. She scanned the beam around, searching the dimly-lit mall. She had long brown hair, out of which stuck two hollow cat ears. A thin purple domino mask covered her pretty face. She wore a dark sleeveless silken top, fringed with purple and embroidered with oriental patterns, that cut off just below her pert breasts and left her toned stomach bare. A pair of dark silken loose-fitting trousers, also fringed with purple and bearing oriental designs, covered her legs down to her calves. Her hands and feet were wrapped in dark bandages. Her body was not quite voluptuous, but lithe and athletic. Kyle caught his breath. He pulled himself back behind cover. “Ninja Cat.” Heff raised an eyebrow. “Who now?” “One of the new Leaguers,” Troy said in a low voice. He turned back towards Kyle. “Hey…don’t you kind of have a thing for her?” Kyle’s face reddened. “No.” “Yeah,” Troy continued, “you have that poster of her in your bedroom—” “Ok, ok,” Kyle said sharply, keeping his voice down. “Maybe I think she’s kind of hot. In a sweet, you know, perky way.” “Oh, I know,” Heff said hungrily. He started to rise. “I want a look.” Kyle grabbed him by the jacket and yanked him back down. “Stay down.” Leopard Lass moaned. Ninja Cat’s flashlight beam whipped around, shining on the two unconscious and naked women. “Oh gosh,” the heroine said. She ran towards the girls. “Great,” Troy said in a harsh whisper. “What do we do now?” “We’re going to have to grab her and knock her out.” Kyle was already dousing his cloth with more chloroform. “Are you kidding?” Troy’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. “She’s the real deal, Kyle. A superheroine, League and everything.” “That’s why we’ve got to put her out before she calls for backup,” Kyle responded. He glanced up at Heff. “I need you to grab her, Heff. I’ll chloro her and then we can tie her up.” Heff nodded. “Got you.” He tensed, ready to move. Kyle held up a hand, then glanced around the cinnamon roll stand again. Ninja Cat was crouched over the two fallen women, her face filled with concern. She started to tug at the duct tape that bound Jacqueline’s wrists. “Go!” Kyle hissed. Heff got up and barreled forward. Kyle jumped up immediately and ran after him, the foul-smelling cloth ready in his hand. Ninja Cat whirled, her flashlight beam sweeping the mall behind her and catching Heff as he ran at her. Surprised, she sprang to her feet. Heff grabbed the lithe girl around her waist and swung her into the air, twisting her around so that her back was against his chest. Her flashlight went flying. “Quick, put her out,” he roared back at Kyle. Kyle moved forward, the chloroform-soaked cloth raised to clamp over the pretty heroine’s face. Ninja Cat struggled for a moment, but Heff’s grip was iron tight around her narrow waist. Her arms were pinned to her sides. Kyle grinned triumphantly. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so hard after— Ninja Cat brought her leg straight up and kicked Heff hard in the face. Heff cried out in pain, his nose already bruised from the hit he had taken earlier. He released Ninja Cat and grabbed his face. Without missing a beat Ninja Cat twisted her body around and wrapped her legs around Heff’s head, then used the momentum of her body to fling him to the ground in a flying scissors take down. Kyle ground to a halt, his mouth open. He didn’t know whether to be terrified or turned on. Ninja Cat landed perfectly, legs spread, with one hand on the ground in front of her and one arm flung behind her. She snapped her head up and saw Kyle standing in front of her. There was nothing for it now. Kyle had to put this heroine down, and fast. He rushed at her. Ninja Cat rolled forward and planted both her hands on the ground, then swung her legs over her head and kicked Kyle in the face. Kyle stumbled backwards and crashed into a potted plant. He hit the ground with a gasp. Ninja Cat ended in a crouched position, her svelte and flexible form ready for anything. Despite the pain, Kyle had never wanted a woman more in his life. Heff lurched in from behind, his nose bleeding again. He snatched at Ninja Cat. The heroine rolled backwards, ducking underneath his grasp. She slammed her elbow upwards between the big man’s legs. Heff roared in pain. He staggered to one side, clutching his family jewels. Ninja Cat pivoted on one foot and gave Heff a roundhouse kick that sent him flying. Kyle got back to his feet, only to realize that the chloroform cloth had been knocked out of his hand when he fell. Ninja Cat swung around to face him again. A determined look was on her face. “I would give up if I were you,” she said. Troy appeared to one side. The heavy bolt cutters were in his hand again. He looked uncertain, remembering what had happened the last time. Kyle straightened. He glanced at the chloroform cloth, lying on the floor several yards away. Ninja Cat followed his gaze. “Nice try. It’s going to take a little more than that to subdue me.” Heff gave a heavy groan but didn’t rise. Kyle motioned towards Troy. “Get behind her!” Ninja Cat’s eyes darted towards Troy, who was still lurking uncertainly to her right. She glanced back at Kyle. “Please,” she said with a half-smile. “I eat low-lives like you for breakfast.” Kyle made a dash for the chloroform cloth. He didn’t really have a plan, and didn’t really know what he was going to do with it even if he managed to grab it, but it was the only thing he could think to do. In a flash, Ninja Cat was on him. Kyle felt a foot crack into his face, then something else slam hard into his ribs. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, his vision spinning. Damn but this girl was hot. He heard rather than saw Troy shout out. Forcing his vision to steady, Kyle crawled up to his hands and knees, pain lancing through his side. He looked over towards Troy in time to see the hapless thug fall under a lightning fast series of Ninja Cat’s kicks and punches. Hot or not, this girl was single-handedly taking them all down. If Kyle didn’t do something fast he was going to be waking up in a police cell. Kyle gritted his teeth against the pain and crawled towards the soaked cloth that lay on the floor just a few tantalizing feet away. A shadow fell over him. Before he could react, he found himself face-down on the floor. Ninja Cat was on his back, twisting one arm behind him. “Chloroform?” Ninja Cat twisted Kyle’s arm roughly, causing him to grunt with pain. “Nice try, but I’m not ready for bed just yet. You and your friends are going to pay for what you did to those women.” Kyle had the sickening moment of realization that they hadn’t actually done anything to the other two girls yet, at least not any of the things he would have liked to have done. All of a sudden the jewels didn’t seem so important, at least not the ones in the store. And, irony or ironies, the superheroine that Kyle probably had the biggest crush on was now pinning him to the floor, and he was probably going to jail for a long time. Life sure wasn’t fair sometimes. “Well?” Ninja Cat said, her voice almost in his ear. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, creep?” And then, Kyle remembered. He managed the smallest of smiles. His free hand slipped inside his jacket pocket. “Just one thing…” he gasped. “Oh really?” Ninja Cat said imperiously. “And what would that be, dirt-bag?” Kyle’s hand re-emerged with the stun gun, the one he had pocketed from the security guard earlier. He flicked it on. “Would you like to go out sometime?” Ninja Cat straightened. “What?” Kyle jammed the humming stun gun into the sexy girl’s leg. Ninja Cat stiffened, her body convulsing and jerking. Kyle shoved the helpless heroine off him with a grunt. He dove for the chloroform cloth Ninja Cat landed on her side, then rolled to her back. She stopped shaking, her eyes blinking rapidly. She moaned, her body still twitching sporadically. Kyle grabbed the chloroform cloth. He swung back around. This was his chance. The stun gun would probably only incapacitate a heroine like Ninja Cat for a few precious seconds. He needed to put her out, and fast. Kyle jumped on the prone heroine. He sat on her chest, pinning her to the ground, then pushed the cloth over her mouth and nose. “Fun time’s over, babe,” he said. “It’s time for sleep actually.” Regaining her senses, Ninja Cat’s eyes opened wide. She immediately held her breath and grabbed at Kyle’s arms. Kyle leaned forward, using his superior weight to keep the sexy heroine trapped. Really, it was probably his only advantage. Even though Ninja Cat was smaller than him, she was undoubtedly a better hand-to-hand fighter. Only the fact that she had gotten the wrong end of the stun gun gave him any chance at all. Ninja Cat looked like she was recovering from the stun gun quickly, though. She grunted, squirming under Kyle. He pushed the cloth harder over her face. “Go…to…sleep…” Ninja Cat suddenly bucked her hips up. At the same moment she slammed both of her elbows into Kyle’s knees. The combination of the two movements caused him to pitch forward, his face almost crashing into hers. He threw out a hand to steady himself, splayed on the floor just over Ninja Cat’s head. Somehow, miraculously, he managed to keep the chloroform-soaked cloth over her pretty face. Ninja Cat immediately wrapped both her hands around the small of Kyle’s back. She twisted, trying to pull him off her. Her legs kicked and thrashed. “Seriously,” Kyle grunted as he struggled to stay on top of the athletic girl, “breathe will you?” Ninja Cat pivoted her legs to the side. At the same moment she pushed hard on Kyle’s left leg. Kyle felt his leg give out from beneath him. He struggled to stay on top of Ninja Cat while also keeping the cloth on her face. She was trying to escape from underneath him, forcing him off her despite his superior weight and size. How long could she hold her breath for, anyway? In a heartbeat Ninja Cat had her right leg under and outside of of Kyle’s left leg. Before he could stop it she had locked her leg around his. Now instead of sitting on Ninja Cat’s chest Kyle was lying full-length on her soft body. Kyle was still on top, but it was starting to feel like he was losing. They were wrestling, and Kyle had never really wrestled. Ninja Cat seemed like she knew more than a few moves. Kyle crashed his weight down on top of her, hoping it would force her to take a breath of the sleepy fumes. Whether it did or not he couldn’t tell. Ninja Cat didn’t seem fazed, however. She squirmed under him again, still holding him tightly across his back. Kyle realized only too late that Ninja Cat was going for his other leg in the same way she had the first. She pushed his knee back with her free hand, flattening his right leg out, and suddenly both her legs were on the outside of Kyle’s. Kyle cursed. He somehow managed to keep the cloth on the heroine’s pretty face. She had to breathe.She had to breathe… Ninja Cat wrapped her legs around Kyle’s mid-section. She clung to him now, legs and arms. Then she squeezed. Kyle gasped. The girl beneath him had thighs of iron. It felt like she had him in a vice. The edges of his vision blackened. He couldn’t pass out. Not now. He was so close. All she needed to do was to breathe. Just breathe… Ninja Cat’s eyes were still sharp behind the cloth. She rolled, trying to topple Kyle, but he stayed on top of her. In any other situation, this would have been beyond sexy. The woman of Kyle’s dreams was underneath him and had her incredible body was pressed hard against him. Her thighs were spread and her strong legs were wrapped around him. If they had been naked things would have been a different story. Indeed, Kyle’s manhood was already uncomfortably hard from the press of her lithe body against him, the feel of her firm round breasts pushed into his chest and the warmth between her powerful thighs… Kyle wasn’t sure if Ninja Cat could feel his erection, or what she must have thought about it if she did. It seemed impossible that she couldn’t, but then they were both fighting for their lives. Ninja Cat squeezed her legs harder, her hands still locked around Kyle’s back. Kyle grunted in pain. More white streaks blazed across his vision. It was hard to breathe, hard to think… Ninja Cat took a breath. It was a small, desperate breath. Her face was red and she had been holding back as long as possible. But finally, her oxygen running out, she was forced to breathe whether she wanted to or not. It was the moment Kyle had been waiting for. He could see the change almost instantly as Ninja Cat swallowed a lungful of cloying anesthetic. Her eyes flickered and went distant. She blinked, trying to focus. Her legs loosened a bit, the pressure not so strong as it had been before. “That’s it…” Kyle gasped. “Just relax and let yourself go, Ninja Cat. Breathe in…breathe in…” She twisted underneath him, trying to throw him off. Her legs tightened again. Kyle managed to stay on top of her. He dropped his free hand down and tickled her on the side. Caught off guard, Ninja Cat gave an involuntary spasm of laughter behind the thick cloth. She also sucked in more of the chloroform. Kyle allowed himself a grin. He leaned in. “Shhhh. There you go. Nap time now.” Ninja Cat seemed suddenly confused. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. They began to cross. Her legs relaxed and her body grew softer underneath Kyle. She gave a confused groan. “Breathe in,” Kyle urged. She did. This time it was a nice, deep breath. Her breasts moved up and pressed against Kyle. She grew suddenly peaceful, as if she had forgotten she was fighting. Her right leg became so limp and relaxed that it slid off Kyle and dropped to the ground. Her hold on his back loosened. Her eyelids slipped down, and her eyes crossed stupidly. She giggled drowsily under the cloth. Kyle felt his manhood throb painfully as if rubbed against the weakening girl. It took every effort not to tear down both his pants and hers. First he needed to put this girl out. “Go to sleep,” he whispered. “Beddy-bye time. That’s it. Good girl.” He kissed her forehead. Ninja Cat didn’t seem to notice or care. She seemed only half-awake. Her body was now warm and heavy underneath Kyle. Both of her strong legs had slumped to the ground and lay still. She was breathing regularly, evenly, and each breath seemed to cause her eyes to sink shut a little bit more and her body to relax a bit more. “Sleep,” Kyle whispered. He realized that his hand had slipped underneath the girl’s top and were fondling her pert breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect. Ninja Cat obeyed. Her eyes slipped shut. She gave a confused, dreamy sigh, then her body surrendered completely to unconsciousness. She became delightfully limp and helpless underneath him, her powerful body now docile and receptive to his every whim. Kyle kept the cloth over Ninja Cat’s sleeping face. He slid one hand down inside her silken pants. Down…down… Kyle smiled. Heff was right. This chloroform really did make girls horny as it put them under. “Wow,” came Troy’s voice from behind him. “You got her. I can’t believe you got her.” Kyle sat up. “Yeah, no thanks to you.” He grabbed Ninja Cat’s top and yanked it up, exposing her rounded breasts. “Yeah, well she—” Troy stopped, his eyes widening at the sight of the unconscious heroine’s naked bosom. Kyle kept going like a man possessed. He grabbed hold of Ninja Cat’s waistband and pulled her silken trousers down and off her feet. She wore nothing but a slim pair of purple panties underneath. Heff staggered over, a handkerchief plastered against his nose again. “Ugh, that dame broke my nose for sure this time. I can’t even—” His eyes widened at the sight of Ninja Cat’s glorious half-naked body splayed out on the floor, the chloroform-soaked cloth still laying over her peacefully sleeping face. Kyle grabbed Ninja Cat’s panties and gently tugged them down and off her limp legs. “I’ve heard they’re easier to tie up when they’re naked.” Heff grinned. Troy glanced back at the other two sleeping women. “Wow, three sleepy kitties. Kyle, come on. Are you really going to tell me that we’re just going to grab the jewels and leave these pretty girls here for the night?” Kyle straightened, his eyes on Ninja Cat’s prone and enticingly naked body. Her sweet little breasts rose and fell as she slept. “Ninja Cat didn’t call for backup,” Heff said pleadingly. “There ain’t no one else coming, man. We just gotta make the time…” Kyle sighed. He stared down at Ninja Cat. “I could get me some of that Candy Cotton,” Troy murmured. “And I wouldn’t mind having some alone time with that sexy little security guard,” Heff agreed. “Give us ten minutes,” Troy persisted, “and you can have Ninja Cat here all to yourself. Promise.” There was silence for a moment. “You know,” Kyle said, “I think we can spare ten minutes.” Troy and Heff both grinned broadly and looked eagerly back at the other two unconscious girls. “Hell,” Kyle said as he ran his hands up Ninja Cat’s toned legs. “Maybe even fifteen.” Troy and Heff turned to the other two girls, practically tripping over each other. “Troy!” Kyle shouted over his shoulder, his hands sliding up Ninja Cat’s unresponsive body. The thug turned, confused. “Shut the front door first.” Troy groaned, then turned and dashed off towards the mall’s front entrance. Kyle pushed Ninja Cat’s limp legs apart with a leering smile as he unbuckled his pants. “Here kitty kitty…” he whispered. *** Early morning light streamed in through the mall skylights, bathing the avenues below with ghostly gray light. Two police officers made their way cautiously in through the front entrance, guns raised. “Security guard didn’t check in this morning,” the first officer, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a bit of a beer gut, commented. “And that front door was open. Stay alert.” The second officer, a younger man with red hair and a mustache, nodded. “Sounds good. It’s probably nothing. Just a couple of teenagers making trouble or something—” He stopped, his mouth falling open. Nestled against the cinnamon roll kiosk, each seated on the floor with their backs to the kiosk itself, were three lovely beauties. Each was completely naked, and each was duct taped around their ankles, their long luscious legs spread out before them. Their wrists were duct taped behind their back. A chloroform-soaked cloth was duct taped over each of their pretty faces, keeping them securely in la-la-land. They all breathed slowly and evenly, their beautifully naked breasts rising and falling as they slept. “Well I’ll be,” the older cop said, pushing his cap back and scratching his head. “That is a sight indeed.” Jacqueline was on the left, her head nestled into Leopard Lass’s shoulder. Leopard Lass’s head had fallen to her right, and rested on the top of Jacqueline’s head. They both slept peacefully, looking perfectly content. Leopard Lass was even snoring slightly. On the right was Ninja Cat, her mask still on her face. Her head leaned on Leopard Lass’s shoulder. Like the other two women, she was completely and totally unconscious. “Isn’t that…?” the younger cop ventured, pointing at Ninja Cat. “Yep,” the older cop confirmed. “And isn’t she…?” the younger cop said again, pointing at Leopard Lass, whose mask was still missing from her face. “Well I wouldn’t know that, would I?” the older cop said sharply. “Considering I’m a married man and I don’t watch those kind of movies.” The younger cop swallowed. He reached for his radio. “We need to call this in.” “Absolutely,” the older officer agreed. He gazed at the three naked and bound women. “Absolutely. Eventually.” The younger officer lifted an eyebrow. “Eventually?” The older cop smiled. “Well, we haven’t had our break yet this morning, you know.” He glanced at his watch. “I saw we call this in in about…oh, say ten minutes or so.” The younger cop gave a knowing smile and took his hand off his radio. “Or maybe fifteen.” “Fifteen sounds good to me,” the older cop said with a hearty grin. RE: Precious Jewels - Hex123 - 07-10-2022 The ending would be better if the three girls woke up before anyone found them. Will there be a sequel? |