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I recieved so many requests for "Another kill well done" to be put back up i had to do a remake for you guys. Here it is

Always a nice kill

A Drunken Wolf Production

The panther coughed putting out his cigarette. He hated that he enjoyed the foul taste. An oxymoron if he ever heard one. Marlboro menthols, the green box. He stared at the screen of his Iphone. It was the nicest thing in the dirty little motel room besides the door. He watched the device eager to kill again. He could still remember his first. It was the start of his career as a contract killer and all his twisted fun afterwards. He could still see the color fade from his wife's killer's eyes. The yellow iris slowly fading to black as he watched panting over him. It hadn't been about sex the first time, just revenge. It was thanks him that the panther raped his victims first, just as he had done to his wife. Reaching for his good old buddy Jack Daniel's no.7, the one point seventy-five liter bottle, he poured it into a shot glass. His phone still hadn't vibrated yet. He was hungry for his meal and was growing impatient as he sat in his chair feet propped onto the table. He took his shot reaching for another cigarette. He lit it as his phone gave the signal. It was finally time to kill again.

The message was simple. It stated the address and the price of the hit, ten grand. His pay was based on how badly the contractor wanted the person to suffer. The panther licked his lips stading up pouring another shot. He took another drag of his ciggerte, putting it out in the ash tray, before taking the shot. His jeans tightened as he stood thinking about how much fun he was about to have doing his job. "What a perfect job," he thought to himself throwing the empty bottle of Jack at the wall. It shattered as he walked over to the door. He never stayed the same place twice so it made no diffrence to him what the owners thought.

It was colder tonight than it had been outside lately. It stung to breath. He lit another cigarette blowing the smoke through his nose to warm it. He hated Lansing. The motels were disgusting and the city was full of beggers. He flagged a taxi with a raised paw and climbed in. He stated the address and nothing else to the bear in the front seat. He stared out the window hopeing his contracts would take him somewhere warmer, maybe Tampa Bay. He growled softly pulling his black leather jacket closer around himself. He hated the cold. Pressing himself into a warm body lightened his thoughts as he rode. He would be feasting again on death soon and was growing restless. The taxi pulled up infront of a graffiti covered three story apartment building. It looked condemened.

The money went from paw to paw. "Keep the change" he uttered turning his back. He grimaced walking inside reaching for another menthol, he was going through his box too fast. He placed it to his lips ligjhting it as he padded heavily to the third floor. He checked his phone as he walked, stairs creaking pitifuly, before peering at the screen. 367. He wondered what waited for him as he turned the door knob and pushed it open. Breaking down a door would be louder than he needed for the job and he loved that the hard work was already handled. The panther blew smoke rings as he peered into the room. Stains covered the carpet as he padded through the living room. No furniture or anything that could have showed that a resident resided there. He looked up seeing the cardboard arrow on the wall pointing to the bathroom. He hated the clues, he could smell his prey's fear in the bathroom, he didn't need hints. Fear was the best afrodisiac.

Pushing the bathroom door open, he walked over to the white porceline tub peering in. Gagged and bound with its paws behind its back rested a large male rottweiler. His body bruised and battered. He sighed. It had been a while since he had gotten to dine on a female. He didn't care though. Dinner was dinner irregardlessof what sex it was. He watched the dog stare up at him while he popped his belt buck buckle loose. The rottweiler fought against his bonds as he watched the black furred feline slide out of his blue jeans and boxers. The ciggarette he as smoking was flicked against the wall as he pulled his jacket and t-shirt off. Standing naked infront of the tub he smiled evily down at his prey. He had the firecest green eyes he had seen in a while. He couldn't wait to see the color drain from the dog.

The panther grabbed his toy and heaved him from the tub with two heavy paws. The dog hit the floor with a thud growling around his red ball gag as the panther approached. The large size of the dog thrilled him more than his usual escapades did. Dominating a big masculine rottie would be the high light of his month. Grabbing him around the neck the panther pulled him close sniffing him deeply. He could taste the fear that radiated from him. The panther forecefuly turned him over. He placed a foot paw down on his back watching him squirm underneath him. The feline couldn't wait to dive into his treat. He would enjoy him as long as he could. With the extra high pay amount, he was allowed to take him time playing.

He felt no remorse for the rottie as he struggled underneath his foot paw. The dog had probally stolen money or didn't pay a debt. He didn't care. He was just the grim reaper collecting on a body that was already marked for death. Licking his fingers he slowly teased into the dog's tail hole. For ten grand he was going to humilate the dog and demasculate him the best way he knew. He could see the hate in the rottie's eyes as he frobed in slicking him up in preparation for his hardening member. It bobbed lightly as the blood filled it gorging it further. The male's green eyes watching him in horror as the cat worked. The feline pushed in and out adding fingers making the dog grunt beneath him as he struggled.

Standing, he moved infront of the rottweiler and knelt grabbing the dog by his nape. He pulled him close sliding his oozing member over the dog's nose and gagged mouth. He loved the look of hate in his eyes. The angry pissed look that he only got from the truly manly captives. It would be a long process to break this big dog. He had plenty of time and would enjoy every minute. Every grunt woud be his appetizer. He wanted him to know his scent so he knew whom his last moments belonged to. He stroked himself long and slow making a show of what he had to offer. Satisfied after seeing the streaks on his face, the panther went back to his back playground, kneeling behind the black and brown splashed dog.

He could feel the vibrations under paw as the rottie growled deeper and louder. This excited the panther even more as he shoved a digit back into his stetched hole. Bending down the panther spread his toy's cheeks open peering down into the pink warmth. He posistioned himself as the dog wiggled and grunted below him. He wouldn't drive in deep the first time like he normally did. He had to coax this one. This time he gently eased his member tip into the dog's waiting gap. He watched the rottie's back arch as he pushed in slowly easing him self with caution down into the shaking body below. Every time he saw the dog arch, he stopped allowing him to relax. He could feel the vibrations around his cock now as he pushed deeper in. He could feel the warmth slowly touch him all the down as he pressed his hips into the dog's rump closing the gap. He could see the canine's teeth clenched deep as he tried to with stand the slow torture.

The panther could feel his deep ragged breaths as he pulled out inch by inch. He was so glad his time was extended. The tight warmth he felt had to be enjoyed to the fullest. He couldn't help but purr deeply as his girth was clench and tightened around. He drove himself deep laying flat on the dog's bound arms. The feline watched as the dog slowly started straining less. The dog laid flat as the cat slowly breeded his tail hole working him in slow deep circles. The growling had stopped now, in its place, slow gentle grunts that matched his thrusts. He reached down slicing through the foot ropes with a claw and shoved his legs apart. He watched the dog groan around his gag as he continued with more wiggle room. He could feel his legs try to push him off but the cat was much stronger. Now the panther's thrusts were more rapid, his balls smacking against the dog's, the sounds riverberating through the tiled room.

He could feel himself getting close and pulled out slowly. He didn't feel he had earned his pay yet. He rubbed a paw over the damp fur of his butt giving the rottie a firm smack. The panther then turned him over onto his back. He could see the exhaustion on his face as his chest rose and fell. He reached slicing the ball gag's strap. He snatched it from the rottie's mouth who gasped out. His long tongue lolled to the side as he breathed in large mouthfuls. The panther could see his breeding had been well recieved by the large erection that hung from his brown sheath. The dog opened its mouth to speak.

The panther stopped that quick. Gripping him tight around the snout, the panther posistioned himself again finding his mark. The rottie growned deeply through his closed muzzle as the feline slammed in again. Placing the other paw now around his snout, the panther bucked using his face for support. He watched as the dog's muscles ripple as he pushed into him. The sweat coated their stomach fur as the black cat grinded in. He could tell the dog was starting to enjoy it. The panther could tell by the closed eyes and the gentle grunts around his paws. He was his bitch now.

He shivered slowly pulling out and stood to his feet. He did a few squats to flex his tired leg muscles before walking to his jacket. He snagged another menthol, the last one, and threw the box to the floor. He watched the dog breath slowly watching him as he lit his ciggerrete and took a drag. He knelt down infront of the rottie and blew smoke into his face.

"Your going to swallow this," he said putting out his cigarette and pointing at his throbbing member. "If you bite, I get to slice your throat early."

The rottweiler whined as the panther pulled him by his nape into his crotch. He held his pre dripping member out for the dog. The panther extended a claw and prodded at the canine's adam's apple. The dog sighed closing his eyes sticking out his tongue. "Good boy," the panther thought tapping his tongue with his cock before jabbing it into the back of his throat. The dog grunted as the panther worked his face, one claw dangerously close to the dog's neck. The panther groaned deeply as he spread the dog's muzzle with his length. It was so warm and wet to him. He could feel himself getting closer as he worked the dog's throat. His first two steps in his routine was just about finished.

He was almost at his peak when he felt the dog's jaw clench down around his meat. He growled savagely dragging his claw across the dog's neck. The panther grabbed his snout and forced the rottie to stare up at him as he chocked around his cock. He licked his lips watching the dog try to suck air through him like a straw. He watched as the dog's green eyes begged up pleadingly as he sputtered for air around his cock. He relished watching the twinkle slowly fade from the dog's eyes as the breath left his lungs. The iris slowly changing from green to nothing infront of his lusting eyes. This was his moment. He was addicted to this exact second and wished it could last forever as he felt himself climax pulled by the dog's gasps. He could see the dog's body shake violently as the oxegen was replaced with warm gushing seed. He watched the dog's eyes close tingling from ear tip to furry tail tip. The panther felt the dog go limp in his grasp as he finished dispensing his load deep down his throat. He let go and the dog slipped off of him down to the floor below. His killer's thirst had been quenched.

The panther rinsed himself in the sink before walking over to his jeans and grabbing his cell phone. He texted his contact "Done. Send clean crew" and slipped his clothes on zipping up his leather coat. He reached for his pack of smokes and swore remembering he finished his last one before his blow. It still lay where he had dropped it. He pulled the door to the bath room closed and did the same to the front door. He leaned against the wall beside the creaky stairway taking a breath enjoying the last tingles his kill had brought him. He longed for a smoke though to ease his mood down. He sighed closing his eyes. After a moment he turned and padded down the stairs grumbling the whole way. He saw two hyena in scrubs, carying two large duffel bags, open the door and file in. His phone buzzed as they walked past. He pulled it out reading the four words with an evil smile "Always a nice kill".

A Drunken Wolf Production

Hope you enjoyed the remake. Feel free to comment. *pours another shot*