Kitty and Gustave
Hey, Kitty belongs to Kittyflame from Fur Affinity, but I don't think she has a SoFurry account. So don't go using her without Kittyflame's permission. -G.
Kitty and Gustave
By Green
Kitty groaned as she slowly came back to consciousness, shaking her head to clear the blurriness. Opening her eyes, she realized with a start that her hands were bound together, to a chain that hung from the ceiling, leaving her limp body in a kneeling position. She found herself in what could only be described as a stereotypical grungy basement. The walls were plain wood, there was piping running through the ceiling, and the floor was bare concrete. At least it was clean. She didn't know if she could have handled being tied to one spot if cockroaches were around. As it was, her only major complaints were that she had been stripped to her bra and panties and that her legs were somewhat sore from sitting in one spot for so long. Looking up at the chain, which appeared to hang from a winch, she realized that she must have been drugged in order to sleep in that position. Her heart starting to beat faster, she tried to remember what had happened. She'd been at a bar, chatting with that nice Chinese crested girl who kept buying her drinks, and commiserating about how there weren't any good guys in the area. Of course, by "good", Kitty wasn't referring to a nice, charming guy who would hold doors open for her and give her roses "just because" - she was referring to tough, strong guys who would spank her until she was rosy and tie her up in naughty positions, ravaging her at their whims. She wasn't normally so open with her kinks, but she had been fairly drunk at the time, and she thought she sensed a kindred spirit in... Marsha? Mellanie? Something that began with M, anyway. She swallowed hard as she realized that she'd actually wished out loud that people weren't so bashful about their fetishes, and that she'd prefer it if guys would straight-out tell her that they wanted to tie her up and do things to her... or even that they'd drug her and take her by force. She felt her cheeks get warm as she realized that she was actually quite wet below the belt, the dampness having been ignored in the initial panic. But the fact of the matter was, this was what she'd secretly been longing for for a long, long time, and her southern lips were growing quite slick. Looking down at herself she let out a quiet squeak of embarrassment; clad only in her undies, her excitement had created a visible damp spot on her panties. She shifted her knees to make it less obvious, only to forget about it as she heard footsteps approaching from... somewhere behind her, hard to see since she couldn't turn her head that far.
Kitty heard the sound of a door opening and closing behind her, and her heart started beating even faster. If this wasn't her favourite fantasy come to life, which seemed likely, she was in serious trouble. Were they planning to rape her? Kill her slowly and horribly? Both? Maybe they were going to sell her into slavery, and she would never see her family or friends again. Before her mind could get too carried away, there was a click behind her, and she felt her hands being pulled upward. Apparently the winch had a control panel behind her. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, trying to suppress her fear as the slow, insistent tug of the chain pulled her to her feet, before abruptly stopping. Her hands held over her head, she could do little more than stand there and tremble, wondering what the other person - her kidnapper? Her jailor? - was planning to do to her. She didn't have long to wonder, though; she yelped as she felt a hand press gently against her back, trailing gently across her pink fur.
"Look at you. Tr _è__ s magnifique_."
The voice was deep and powerful, and very, very male. She couldn't place the accent, it wasn't quite French, despite the French words he'd used. The hand moved around her side and began to rub her belly, which was a much lighter shade of pink. Looking down, she saw that the hand was very large and covered in dark green scales, and an equally scaly and very muscular arm was attached to it, wrapping around behind her. Shivering at the unexpected touch, she closed her eyes as if it would make her surroundings go away.
"Please... please don't hurt Kitty..."
The man behind her chuckled, a deep rumbling sound.
"Hurt you? Now why would I do that, my sweet? Why would I ever choose to mar such beauty? No, I intend to enjoy you as you are. Don't be afraid."
As he spoke, she felt him running his other hand through her long red hair, letting it twist and tangle around his thick fingers, but never pulling hard enough to make it sting. Kitty shivered again, but not in fear; she was tied up and helpless in a strange room, and a stranger was touching her body in increasingly personal ways... and she felt herself growing more and more aroused by it all. She let out a high-pitched squeak, her eyes snapping open, as the hand that had been playing with her hair moved to her chest and gave one of her breasts a squeeze. She tried to move away, but with her hands chained to the ceiling, she couldn't get very far, and the scaly hand continued groping her.
"No! Don't!"
To his credit, as soon as she said that, he let go of her breast, but she suspected he didn't intend to leave it alone for long. When she heard the voice this time, it was much more subdued, a whisper in her ear.
"Tell me something, ma ch _é__ rie_. Do you say that, do you resist, because you don't want me to touch you... or because you're not supposed to want me to touch you? I can smell it on you... you're enjoying this just as much as I am. And don't tell me it's just your body and not your mind. You're not afraid of me, not really. I'd be able to smell that, too."
As he said these words, which teased Kitty with their accuracy, the hand on her stomach slowly slid downward along her body, until it cupped itself over her crotch, which was now quite soaked in her juices. He began running a finger along the outside of her panties, very slowly tracing the outline of her slit, back and forth, like he had all the time in the world. Kitty felt herself begin to purr deep inside, and her trembling began to increase.
"I'll tell you what, my precious. If you tell me right now that you want this to end, that you're not enjoying every second of this, then I'll stop, you'll go to sleep again, and you'll wake up in your home, all of your things returned and none the worse for wear. Otherwise, I'm going to do what I do best and make you feel very, very good."
Kitty felt a whirlwind of emotions inside her. The logical part of her mind told her that it wasn't right, men weren't supposed to take drugged women home and touch them this way without asking... but every other part of her was feeling jolts of extreme pleasure from this stranger's touch, aching for the promises hinted at in his words. She had fantasized about this very scenario for a long, long time, though she had been convinced that it could never really happen. It's true, technically he'd kidnapped her... but he wanted to make her feel good and she wanted to let him... so she remained silent. She could practically hear the smile in his voice as he spoke again, so softly she had to strain to hear it.
"That's what I thought."
Without warning, the hand on her crotch lifted back up and inserted itself into her panties. A pulse of pleasure spread through her entire body as his thick, scaly middle finger pushed itself between her lips and inside her. Unable to stop herself, she moaned out her appreciation.
"God, yes... yes!"
At the same time, the other hand returned to her chest and pushed her bra cup up and out of the way before resuming groping her, this time with nothing between them. Kitty shuddered as he tweaked her nipple with one hand and her clitoris with the other, before gently massaging her breast and slowly beginning to slide his finger in and out of her body. The bliss she was feeling from his tender ministrations was amplified tenfold by the fact that she was living out her most secret fantasy. He was touching her most intimate parts and she didn't even know his name or what his face looked like. She had never been with a reptilian man before, and she loved the feeling of the small scales on his finger rubbing and dragging against the walls of her love tunnel. The words 'ribbed for her pleasure' danced through her mind, to be quickly forgotten as he pushed deep inside once again. She gasped out loud and shuddered, her knees suddenly growing weak, and she went limp, hanging from the chain as her mysterious captor continued working her with his magic fingers.
"Yes, that's it, relax, let me take care of you."
She felt excitement deliciously tinged with embarrassment as she thrust her hips forward, trying to get more of him inside her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so good. Her breathing was getting deeper and deeper, her tail twitching behind her at random, growing closer and closer to what was building up to be an incredibly powerful climax. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out yet again as he pressed a fingertip against a very specific part of her vagina, pressing back and forth over that spot instead of the deeper strokes he'd started with.
"You're a lucky girl, you know. It's sometimes very hard to find this point, but it's right out in the open in you."
She barely heard his words through the sounds of loud purring and a rapid heartbeat, as she spiralled inevitably towards release... until he simply stopped moving and she realized to her horror that she was starting to back away from the edge.
"No! What are you doing? Please, Kitty is so close!"
"There's a very simple price to pay to get what you want, ch _é__ rie_. You have to ask me for it. Go ahead. Beg me for your orgasm. Or I could leave and come back later, if you'd prefer."
Kitty imagined herself dangling from the ceiling, unable to touch herself, helpless to do anything except sit there while her arousal level dropped down to nothing, agonizingly slowly. A tremor went down her spine as she considered this awful fate, then closed her eyes tight, feeling her cheeks burning, as she forced herself to say the humiliating words.
"Please, sir... please let Kitty come. Kitty will do anything, just please finish it."
He chuckled once more, the deep sound turning the cat on even more. He leaned in closer, until she could feel his breath on her ear, almost see his mouth from the corner of her eye, and whispered.
"Votre souhait est ma commande, ma ch _é__ rie_. Your wish is my command."
Without any more warning than that, he plunged his finger back into her, deep and hard, while his thumb and forefinger grabbed her clit and stroked up and down its tiny length. Meanwhile, his other hand was tweaking her achingly erect nipple, and she felt him plant a fairly chaste kiss on the back of her neck, and then whisper,
"Come, my sweet. Come for me."
And her body responded, plunging over the edge into one of the most powerful orgasms Kitty had ever felt in her life, throwing her head back, eyes closed, revelling in the pleasure as a long, loud ohhhhh escaped her lips, an order of magnitude more meaningful than the artificial moans uttered by would-be stars in pornographic films. Her vagina clamped shut over his finger, which continued tickling her g-spot even as his other fingers teased her love button, wringing as much ecstasy out of her as possible. Her entire body shook from head to toe, what she was experiencing felt more like a supernova than a climax. She felt a gush of juice spurt out of her shuddering pussy, coating his hand and drenching the few dry spots remaining on her underwear. By this point, she was beyond caring.
Eventually, after what felt like days, she came down off her pleasure high and hung limply from the chain, trying to catch her breath, her legs still shaking from how hard she'd come. Distantly, she noticed that her captor had removed his hands from her body at some point. She also saw that her panties were soaked through, and that her juices were dripping from her to fall to the concrete floor beneath her. She heard footsteps, and saw a green scaly foot sticking out from the end of a pair of jeans walk around her, before a green hand gently took her chin and tilted her head up. Facing her was one of the biggest reptiles she'd ever seen, a crocodile who had to be close to eight feet tall, and he was startlingly muscular. She noticed a flag tattooed on his right shoulder, but did not recognize the pattern of triangles and stars. A toothy grin split his leathery muzzle (and owing to his species, it was a very toothy grin indeed) and he gazed at her with what looked like pride, oddly enough, in his beady yellow eyes. Despite how incredibly imposing he was, she didn't feel afraid of him, she believed what he'd said earlier, that he meant her no harm. She smiled weakly, still trying to recover from her powerful release.
"Th-thank you, sir. Kitty enjoyed that."
He smiled widely, showing off exactly how sharp all his teeth were.
"I'd say the pleasure was mine, but..."
He raised a hand, and Kitty saw that it was dripping with her fluids.
"I'd say it's pretty clear that you enjoyed it more than I did."
To her embarrassment (excitement), he began licking her juices off his hand right there in front of her. When his flexible tongue had reached every nook and cranny, he looked at her once more.
"You don't have to call me sir if you don't want to. Some call me Master, though you don't have to do that either. In any case, my name is Gustave, and it's my pleasure to make you feel good."
Before she could reply, he pushed his lips upon hers, and soon she was enjoying a rough, sensual kiss, and to her shame (delight) she realized she could still taste her pussy on his muscular tongue as it explored her mouth. She responded in kind, hungrily attacking the mouth of the man who'd brought her such pleasure. After a few minutes of this, she heard a click, and felt her hands drop down as her bonds were opened. Since she wasn't braced against the floor, she began to fall - but Gustave caught her easily with an outstretched arm.
"Careful, ma amant. I wouldn't want you to mar your beauty either." Instead of helping her to her feet, he lifted her up and cradled her against his solid chest as if she was a child, walking towards the end of the room she hadn't been able to see. It wasn't much less Spartan than the rest of the room, the only things of note were a control on the wall for the winch, a door that presumably led upstairs, and an uncomplicated twin bed on a cot against the wall. As he brought her towards the bed, the door opened, and another woman walked in, a well-endowed red panda wearing an exceptionally skimpy maid's outfit and carrying a tray with a plateful of roast beef and vegetables and what looked like a glass of milk on it. Gustave smiled and gestured towards a small folding table off to the side.
"Ah, thank you, Daphne. I was just thinking that she would probably like something to eat when we're done down here. Always so thoughtful. You can leave that over there. Kitty and I were just about to get to know each other better."
Daphne grinned and bowed slightly as she put down the tray, uttering a "Yes, Master," as she left, pausing just for a moment to look Kitty in the eye and wink. After the door closed behind her, Gustave gently placed Kitty on the bed. It wouldn't be big enough for the two of them to sleep in, but somehow Kitty doubted that the crocodile had sleeping in mind. He sat down next to her and began rubbing his hand along her back, digging his nails in a little bit, just enough to make her purr and push back against him. She felt him undo the clasp on her bra and gently pull it away from her. She made no effort to hide her breasts from his view as he began to explain himself in that deep baritone voice she was growing so fond of.
"This building is where I do my best work. You see, I provide a very special service here. Sometimes women -" He looked thoughtful for an instant -" and the occasional man... need something more than what life gives them. Life in the world is nothing but constant stress, and everyone needs a release valve. What I offer is the chance for people to forget their responsibilities and just enjoy themselves for who they are. Daphne, the woman who was just here? She's a top-ranked district attorney. She spends most of her time campaigning against the scum of the earth, reading through immense amounts of paperwork, and building up enough stress to break an oil tanker in half. So every once in a while she comes here, and serves me. Within this house, the only thing she has to worry about is pleasing me."
Gustave gently slipped Kitty's panties off, emphasizing his next point with a gentle squeeze on her butt.
"And I reward those who please me very, very well. There are no rules here, you don't have to do anything if it displeases you. Daphne enjoys serving me as a maid as well as a lover, but I have other... patrons... who only do one or the other, or perhaps something entirely different. I do whatever is necessary to help these people relax and find balance in their lives. Do you understand?"
Kitty nodded without saying anything.
"Kitty, one of my closest friends heard you in the bar last night, she told me what you wanted most, and I made that happen. We can do it again if you'd like. What do you say?"
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.
"Kitty would like that very much."
The crocodile beamed, pride etched into every line on his face. He raised an eyebrow as if he'd just thought of something.
"I am quite happy to hear you say that, Kitty. I'm sure you've guessed what I want to do to you now, but before I fuck your brains out, would you like to have some fun?"
She wasn't sure what he meant by 'fun', but she loved the dirty shiver she felt from his blunt words, and wanted him to be pleased with her, so she nodded again. He smiled that toothy grin once more and helped her to her feet, holding the door for her and leading her up the stairs. Kitty was afraid (hoping) that they'd run into another one of Gustave's "patrons" while she was nude, but the top of the stairs was merely an unadorned hallway with several doors coming off from it. Gustave led her to one and hurried the two of them inside. When the door closed, Kitty jumped as a voice called out from within the darkened room.
"Mistress? Is that you?"
A click sounded out just next to her, and the room was bathed in light. A large metal frame stood in the center of the room, and a naked human male was chained to it, spread eagled, every inch of him exposed to their eyes. A blindfold was tied around his eyes, and what looked like a small vibrator was fastened to his erect penis. Kitty stared, fascinated. She'd never been with a human before and had never seen a person so hairless. The man wasn't exactly small, he was about six feet tall, and well-toned, like he exercised on occasion, but compared to Gustave's massive form, he looked puny.
"Mistress?"
Kitty turned to Gustave, and the crocodile, in a hushed tone, answered her question before she asked it.
"I'm not the only one who uses this building, this man is a client of one of my female associates. And if you would be so kind, I would like very much for you to give him a blowjob."
Kitty turned back towards the man, then glanced up at Gustave and smiled. She was getting wet again from the amazingly kinky situation. She got down on all fours and crawled across the room towards the restrained human, shaking her hips back and forth and raising her tail high, being sure to give Gustave a nice show. When she finally reached the man, she examined him closely: the vibrator tied to his erection was attached to a control taped to his leg, which was on a very low setting. There was an identical control on his other leg, the wire from which led behind his sac to his puckered anus. As she watched, his penis throbbed once, and a single drop of precome formed on the tip. She reached up and gently untied the vibrator, carefully removing it from his rod without disturbing the pearl drop shining on his end.
"Mistress? Is it finally time? Am I a good boy?"
Gustave's voice rang out much closer than Kitty was expecting.
"No, we're not your Mistress, boy. But we are here to bring you joy."
As he spoke, Kitty's tongue darted out and lapped the pre off of him. He shuddered in his harness and shook his head violently.
"No! You don't understand! My Mistress left me like this and ordered me not to come until she got back! Please, you have to leave me alone, if I don't make it she won't allow me to come for two weeks!"
Gustave stepped behind the man, and as he did so, Kitty caught a glimpse of his groin and saw the massive bulge in his pants, a bulge he then pressed against the naked human's buttocks.
"I'm afraid you're not in charge here, boy."
Before he'd even finished speaking, the man was thrashing around more violently than before.
"No! Not that! Banana milkshake! Banana milkshake!"
Gustave sighed heavily.
"I'm going to guess that's your safeword, and that you don't want me to take you."
The man nodded, whimpering.
"Too bad. You look nice and tight."
He spanked the human once, eliciting a nice yelp from him.
"Ah well. Something tells me you have no problem with getting head from a beautiful young lady."
He looked Kitty in the eye and winked. Kitty took that as her signal to begin, and began running her tongue along the sides of the man's penis, massaging his balls with a free hand as she did so. The man moaned softly as Gustave chuckled.
"I know your Mistress, boy. And if you call out your safeword, I'll be sure to pass that information along. And she'll make sure you never receive oral again, if it bothers you so much."
Feeling empowered by Gustave's naughtiness, Kitty reached over and turned the second vibrator to its maximum setting as she took him into her mouth for the first time. The human gasped and shuddered, muttering to himself through clenched teeth.
"No... I-I have to hold on... I have to resist... I can't come without Mistress' permission or I'll be a, a bad boy..."
Wanting to impress the reptile, Kitty was giving it her all, using every trick and technique she knew to give this stranger the best oral sex she'd ever given, bobbing her head up and down his entire length while she tickled his head with her tongue, never ceasing the testicle massage. It wasn't long before he was tensing up every muscle in his body with the effort to resist.
"No... no... noooooooo!"
The last 'no' trailed off into a loud moan as the hapless slave ejaculated into Kitty's mouth, painting her tongue with his hot come. She continued her ministrations, milking every last drop out of him. She heard Gustave applauding as he laughed, the sound deep and powerful.
"Excellent work, Kitty! Now spit it out on the floor directly beneath him, so that his beloved Mistress will think he just couldn't hang on long enough. She'll never believe that someone came in and sucked him off for no reason."
She did so, also taking the time to reattach the first vibrator to his rapidly deflating shaft and turn the second one back down to the minimum setting. She got up and was surprised as Gustave picked her up and held her close to his chest in a high-pressured bear hug. She giggled as he put her back down; he'd hugged her so tight she was seeing spots.
"Let's get out of here before his owner returns. It's just too bad we won't be able to see his face when she punishes him harder for making up stories. Besides, I believe we have unfinished business downstairs."
They turned off the lights and snuck out of the room, the smiles on their faces contrasting with the miserable snivelling coming from the human.
Soon Kitty was lying back on the bed as Gustave locked the door behind him, chuckling as he did so.
"His Mistress mentioned what she'd done as she left him in there, but I don't think she knew that I'd use that information against him."
He turned around.
"I'm very proud of you, Kitty. You really enjoyed doing that, didn't you? I can tell we're going to have a lot of fun together."
He opened his belt and undid his pants, pushing them down to his ankles. He hadn't been wearing underwear, so as soon as he'd opened his fly, his erection came into view, long and tapered and glistening pink. Kitty stared at him; the rest of his body looked so hard and rugged that the soft pinkness of his shaft and scrotum seemed almost out of place. He was big, one of the biggest she'd ever encountered, but as he climbed into bed, his movements around her seemed so gentle she wasn't intimidated.
"Are you ready, ma ch _é__ rie?_"
She smiled nervously.
"Kitty is very ready, Mr. Gustave."
He nudged her legs apart and lined himself up with her opening, before leaning down and kissing her as he pushed forward slowly, letting her body get used to him. She moaned into his mouth as she became more and more full, her lips spreading wide to accommodate his massive shaft. When he was finally fully hilted in her trembling body, she clung to his arms as he began to oh-so-slowly pump in and out of her. At first it wasn't much faster than his hand had moved when he was fingering her earlier, but he steadily increased the pace until both of them were panting from the exertion, lewd wet noises ringing out as their favourite parts did what they were meant to do, Gustave's scrotum slapping gently against Kitty's bottom with every stroke. Her eyes suddenly bulged out when Gustave's hand slapped her bottom with somewhat more force than his sac. And then again. And again. It was turning her on more and more, and soon she broke off the kiss to groan, her body shuddering with a 'warning quake' before the main event. Gustave grinned at this.
"One look at that ass and I knew you were into spanking, you're perfectly built for it."
He used his mouth to roughly recapture hers, his kiss hungry and demanding, and she didn't disappoint. As they kept at it, Kitty's pleasure-addled mind lost track of time, but she was distinctly impressed with the crocodile's stamina. She had been enjoying herself before when he was just taking her, but with the added joy of the spankings, Kitty was surprised to find herself shuddering into climax for the second time that day. This time it was Gustave who broke the kiss off.
"That's my girl, come for me, let me feel your joy!"
As if it was responding to his words, her love tunnel clamped down on him, and the extra friction sent him over the edge as well, and he hunched over, letting out a feral growl as he became absorbed in his orgasm. Kitty, meanwhile, felt her pleasure multiply as the warmth of his release spread out inside her. His throbbing manhood was ejecting an impressive amount of sperm into her body, but there was no danger of pregnancy since he was a reptile and she was a mammal.
Finally, at almost the same time, the two of them collapsed, exhausted. For a brief moment, Kitty was pinned against the bed by Gustave's hulking form, but, aware of the difference in their size, the crocodile turned over, carrying her as he did so, so that he lay face up with her much smaller form on top of him. Looking down, Kitty was impressed that she'd been able to take him, she practically looked like a kitten next to him. She was afraid there might be soreness later, but for now she was content to lie, purring, across his broad torso, feeling his seed slowly ooze out of her as he softly stroked her fiery red hair.
"You were awe-inspiring, my little pink lover. I am definitely going to enjoy your friendship. And I suspect you're going to enjoy our methods. I haven't forgotten your fantasy. Perhaps you'll be walking home from work and I'll pull you into an unmarked van with a few of my friends to join me. Maybe you'll be watching TV when I come into your home and force myself upon you. You never know what we'll be planning next, Kitty. And I bet you'll love every single second of it, won't you, Kitty?"
She stretched out and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. She was totally content for the first time in a long time.
"Kitty will, Master Gustave. Kitty will."