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     Nina was close to giving up when her fighting spirit reasserted itself: she would see this through and prove to herself once and for all that she could get along without Robert. With stubborn determination, she bent her hand until she got hold of the hair band wrapped around her wrist below the cuff and jerked on it. The key slipped out of the lock, then dangled down from the back of her hand. Yes! No half measures! The sexually frustrated part of her rejoiced inwardly, while the weak voice of reason tried to rationalize her impulsive action. As long as she was in possession of the key, she would be able to free herself, although her experiment had shown that it would probably be anything but easy given how she had bound her hands. She suddenly realized that there was no plan B; she had wilfully manoeuvred herself into a 'do-or-die' situation. Her breathing accelerated involuntarily and her heart started pounding in her chest. At the same time, she felt her nipples harden even more, pressing firmly into the blanket when she writhed or inhaled; the now super-sensitive, blood-engorged, metal-infused flesh demanding attention. The way she was predisposed, her helplessness and the looming danger acted as a strong aphrodisiac, but there was now no way to satisfy her overpowering need.

     The vibrator in her vagina also once more began to do its best to reignite her arousal. It had slowly increased the strength of its vibrations and was now sending major tremors through her loins, but her arousal was lagging behind. She had to immerse herself into her imaginary world again; a challenge she only faced since Robert didn't bring fantasy to real life for her any more. It was a race: she knew that at the end of this cycle, yet another series of more painful electric shocks waited to torment and torture her, threatening to deprive her of the fruits of her labours. Or, conversely, they could catapult her across the threshold towards an epochal orgasm if by then she was so deeply inside her subspace that her brain would interpret the pain as lust-pain. Until then, she savoured the sweet agony of uncertainty. No matter whether pain or lust-pain won the race, she would have no choice but to endure it.

     Once more she tensed her body and fought against her shackles. She registered the spreading moisture in her vagina, the vibrator’s insistent pulsation and the answering twitches of her muscles while she tossed her head back and forth moaning into her gag. Blood pounded in her ears and her hectic breathing rushed loudly and audibly past her nose shackle, yet in her agitated state, it became increasingly difficult for her to suck enough air through her nostrils and past the gag into her lungs. Again, she felt the precursors of an imminent orgasm when a sudden, muffled clang caused her to flinch.

     Burglars! Someone had misinterpreted the lowered shutters as a sign of the owner’s absence and thus an invitation to trespass and had just smashed the kitchen window. Soon she would find herself surrounded by a bunch of sleazy scumbags who would take advantage of her helpless state to do unspeakable things to her! In wild panic she tore at her handcuffs, her lust - which had been overwhelming just moments before - wiped out by fear. With great difficulty she calmed her raging mind, which was very busy drawing up one horror scenario after the other. Blind panic didn't help; on the contrary, the more noise she made, the faster she would draw the criminals to herself. She held her breath and listened intently. Maybe they were already inside her bedroom? Nina cursed herself for putting on the blindfold and thus removing one of her most important senses. Everything remained eerily quiet. There! The silence was broken by a crunching sound, soon followed by quiet munching.

     Her panic gave way to boundless relief, only to be instantly replaced by anger at herself. Idiot! In her keyed up state, she had immediately assumed the worst and overlooked the most obvious explanation. Before her mind's eye, she replayed how she had in her haste earlier left the storage jar with the cat food behind on the kitchen table, where it had become easy prey for Christian. She almost wished for her idiotic tomcat to at least step onto a sharp glass splinter as punishment for his misdeed, but of course she would only have to take him to the vet then.

     To add injury to insult, the dildo decided that now was the right moment to hit her with the anxiously anticipated strong electric shocks. She screamed her pain and pent-up frustration into the gag while the biting electricity zipped and buzzed through her guts. Rolling onto her side, she curled up into a foetal position to ride out the agony and anguish the shocks left in their wake. Afterwards, she rested exhaustedly on the sweat-soaked mattress. She'd had enough. She was worn out and frustrated, the dildo in her vagina was now merely an annoying presence and her jaw hurt. She wanted to get out of her bondage as fast as possible, then retreat to the bathtub with a bottle of Robert's best red wine.

     From the foot end of the bed, she felt a soft impact and immediately after that, soft fur brushed along her naked body. Christian had apparently gorged himself sufficiently to be ready for new adventures. The sight of his restrained mistress was nothing new, but he had never before had the opportunity to busy himself with her in this state. Nina felt the gentle breeze of a sniffing snout on her sweaty cheeks, followed by a rough tongue licking over her nose and playing with her nose shackle. Automatically, she threw her head back.

     “Mmhh!” Unfortunately, Christian strongly objected to her attempt to take the sparkling toy away from him, and slashed at the nose shackle with his paw. The unexpected attack made her yelp more out of surprise than actual pain, but her ordeal was not over yet. Apparently, her idiot feline had hooked one of his claws into the loop of metal and now began to tug on it. She screamed in response and rapidly gave in to the erratic pulling, trying to protect her sensitive nose from worse abuse; she had learned the hard way that any resistance was always painful and ultimately pointless – it was not for nothing that Robert had loved to leash her by her nose shackle. Christian now also seemed to have developed a taste for it since he didn't tire of defending his new favourite toy whenever she tried to rob him of it by turning her head away: every time he grabbed the ring between his paws and tugged at it until she was forced to give up her plan. Nina developed a faint inkling of what a mouse had to go through when she got caught by a cat. Her only consolation was that - unlike the mouse - she did not have to fear any fatal consequences; moreover, the grommet in her septum protected her from Christian’s impetuous play doing any real harm, e. g. by lacerating her cartilage or even ripping the shackle out of her nose altogether. On the downside, he seemed to be particularly keen on the soft clinking of metal on metal which accompanied the shackle's every movement.

     Nina made another attempt to escape her cat's claws and was ruthlessly stopped once more. After that, she felt his tongue again, but luckily was spared his teeth; as it seemed, he couldn’t find enough space to lock his jaws around her nose ring. With horror she imagined what she would have to deal with if against expectation he were to accomplish this feat: how he would push his paws against her face, then begin to pull with all of his considerable strength. He might even start tossing his head back and forth wildly, as lions do when they try to rip a bite-sized shred of meat from their prey. Enough! She would no longer allow herself to be terrorized by a megalomaniac house cat who was not even bright enough to keep his bushy tail away from a burning candle whereas she had graduated from university magna cum laude.

     The next time she felt Christian's rough tongue, she did not try to pull her head back, but instead let it dart forward, until her forehead collided with his snout and he jumped back with a satisfyingly miserable squeak. Perhaps that would teach him to stay away from her, but she didn't have much hope; in the past, the tomcat had proved to be surprisingly slow-witted for a vertebrate – better she stayed alert. She quickly rolled onto her other side and turned her back to him, not daring to think about what would happen if he discovered her nipple rings as new targets for his attacks! It was high time she released herself from bondage and put an end to her martyrdom once and for all. With her fingers trembling she fumbled for the key which had to be dangling from her wrist … somewhere.

     When she became aware of her fatal mistake it was already too late. A furry head lightly touched her hand, then she felt Christian begin to pull the hair band off of her wrist. She closed her hand in a flash to try and hold on to it, but caught just a corner with her fingertips. Christian snatched the band away from her after a short tug-of-war, then there was a thud when he jumped from the bed to get himself and his prize to safety; next, she heard him kicking the key across the parquet floor in the living room a couple of times as if he were a soccer star who had to dribble past the defenders of an imaginary opposing team before he knocked it down the basement stairs. She listened to the receding clinking of the key bouncing down the steps, then it became very quiet indeed.