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Jessica went by the name of Leoness. It was sort of French for “lioness" in a loose sense. It wasn't often that she got propositioned by women. Usually it was men with a penchant for bondage and punishment. She loved punishing them, making them pay for their faithlessness to their wives, leaving claw marks on them that would be discovered and remarked upon. Of course, she didn't think on that level. It was mostly just making sure that the women they regularly bedded knew whose territory they were treading on. So it was unusual to find herself being propositioned by a woman.

“My boy has come of age, and I'm sorry to say that he's never bred a female," the woman in the limousine had stated matter-of-factly. “I'd like to hire you to fulfill that passage for him, if you would be so kind."

Jessica had almost turned the bitch down for that little snark, but the roll of bills on offer was more than what she made in an average week.

“So, what kinda job are we talking?" she asked bluntly. “I usually do bondage, kinky shit. That's why I cost so much."

“Oh, dear, I'm quite aware of that. It's the reason I went out of my way to find you specifically, darling. You are the perfect little hellcat to play with my little tiger."

Jessica snorted at that but managed to stop short of rolling her eyes. Instead, she took the roll of bills and slipped into the back of the car as the woman inside slid over to make room. The ride took her out of her usual territory, out of the city and north into the more prosperous districts, where tall hedges and taller fences marked the boundaries between massive estates. She had only a few times been in the area, and it still intimidated her slightly. These were people who didn't just live the dream, they owned it. And probably could buy it again five times over.

She wasn't surprised when they pulled onto a long drive, the gate opening automatically, and cruised for five minutes before getting to the house itself. It was, like all the others in the area, expansive and ornate in ways that seemed almost shameful. She was even less surprised to find a bondage stand already set up in the center of the… den? She never could figure out what to call all these rooms, but whatever it was, it was almost like a hunting lodge. There were pelts tacked to the walls, mounted heads on plaques, and absolutely all of the furniture was covered in fur.

“So, your little boy's been a bad one, hm?" Jessica inquired, strutting over to the bench at the room's center and examining it with an experienced eye. Cuffs at the bottom corners would be for arms and legs, and a strap in the middle would go around the waist, keeping its occupant still and unable to escape.

“Oh, no, darling, that's for you," the older woman clarified. “I wouldn't want you getting cold feet, after all. My boy is quite impressive, and he's managed to scare not a few girls off. I've paid for a service, and I intend to see that you follow through with it."

Jessica scoffed, offended. “Lady, I do what I'm paid to. You don't need this to make me stay." She shrugged. “But, whatever, if that's your kink. You want I should strip, or do you want me to wait for him?"

“Please do. Let's get you ready for him, and then I'll show him in for his birthday present."

Jessica shrugged again and began shimmying and slithering out of her skin-tight clothing. She didn't wear much, as too much got in the way more than anything. A dress, a thong, stockings and heels, a few pieces of jewelry. It was all carefully set aside, then she laid herself down across the bench, unsurprised to find that her current john had also discarded her clothing. The old broad was actually pretty well kept for her age, and Jessica found herself a little jealous. She doubted she'd look that good at that age.

The prostitute found herself strapped in, cuffs encircling her arms just above the elbow and around her legs above the knee with the central restraint pulled tight. Then things got a little weird. The old bat took one of the pelts off the wall, a tiger striped one, and laid it over Jessica's back. Oddly, it was furred on the inside as well as on the top, which made it both very heavy and a little too warm.

“What's this about?" she demanded. “I'm gonna get a heat stroke under this thing!"

“I'll turn down the air, dear, but I did tell you my little darling is a tiger," the matron explained. “Doesn't he deserve to breed one of his own kind?"

Jessica simply shook her head and kept any further questions to herself. Rich people were fucking weird. A second piece was added, a mask that was shaped like a tiger's head, but it included a ball gag on the inside, silencing her and preventing any further protest. Again, she went with it, because it was kind of her job to. She wasn't precisely comfortable being on the other end of her usual ministrations, but she couldn't exactly complain at this point. The coot, too, seemed to be getting into things, herself draped in a white tiger skin, and from the sheen at her groin, this was definitely her kink.

“You just wait right here, darling. I'll be back in a few moments with Randall."

Jessica was left alone, impatient and actually kind of horny. She wasn't used to this particular situation, but it still turned her on. Bondage was all about control, and she was usually the one in control. Having it taken away was a definite turn about, but it was not an unwanted one. She also found that she wasn't overheating as she had expected to, the fur feeling comfortably warm atop her despite its weight. Each little shift of her body also brought about a similar shift of the pelt, stroking silken soft fur against her in a very erotic way. She was beginning to understand why the coot liked it.

Then she heard the clink of a chain, a soft, deep growl that rumbled in her bones. Her head jerked up, and she tried to look behind her, barely able to see through the eyeless holes in the tiger head mask. What she could see set her heart to pounding and her limbs to struggling and straining at the restraints that bound her.

“I'd recommend you hold still, dear," her captor told her. “Squirming might make him think you're wounded, and we wouldn't want him sating the wrong appetite, now would we?"

Jessica stilled, shivering with fear. That was an actual fucking tiger! The old hag hadn't been kidding! What the utter fuck had she gotten herself into? All she could hope was to come out of it alive, at this point, so she did as she was told, though it could probably smell her fear. Did tigers smell fear? She had heard that dogs did, and this thing was way bigger and stronger than any dog.

She felt something chill spray across her rear, heard the spritz of a spray bottle, then the chain was dropped to the ground. Next came another deep growl and hot breath blowing over her exposed hind end. She did her best to hold still as she suddenly felt a rough tongue stroking over her bare rear but couldn't help a squeak of terror. Was it going to eat her? Was it just getting a taste before chomping down? And look at that old bag, sitting there watching, like it was just a strip show or something, legs spread and fingering herself while Jessica was about to become dinner to her pet!

Then the licking stopped and she felt its weight moving over her, settling atop her back. It licked at the back of her neck, and she tried to not squirm or jerk. Was that how it would kill her? Bite her neck? At least that would be quick. But then she felt something both familiar and entirely alien bumping against her. It was pointed and hard, harder than any man she'd been with, almost painful jabs dimpling her flesh as it tried to find the right angle. Jessica's eyes widened in sudden realization. She had been paid to fuck the bitch's little boy, a real tiger, and now he was going to get what she'd been paid for.

As if the thought had been his queue, he found her entrance and rammed himself in. Jessica couldn't help a soft cry into the ball gag. It was at least as thick and as long as any other man she'd been with, but it had something they didn't: barbs. When he pulled back, they raked against her inner walls in a way she'd never felt before. Then he thrust in again, pulled back, breeding her at a steady pace. She had kind of expected him to be rough, bestial, like a dog, but he was instead rather deliberate. He wasn't going particularly fast, but he certainly wasn't going slow, sawing an inch or two of himself into her tunnel.

It took maybe ten minutes before he came, spraying kitty spunk into her, then he leaped off. Jessica let out another cry, but not of fear. As he pulled away, those barbs had zinged through her and sent a sharp shot of pleasure up her spine. She started struggling again, nevertheless, her duties done and expecting to be let go. But the old fur fetishist was still just frigging herself with her fingers and watching. Jessica realized a minute or two later when she felt the tiger mounting her once more.

This time, with less fear blocking everything else out, she actually started to enjoy it. The way the tiger moved against her stroked the fur pelt across her back in a very pleasant manner, and the press of his hips to hers was actually really nice. He was so warm and powerful, and he wasn't trying to hurt her at all. And wow that cock was something else, for sure. Letting herself go, Jessica decided to just enjoy it, because it wasn't like she had many other choices, and damn did those barbs feel nice.

The thrusts were surprisingly gentle, still, not at all like most of the men she had been with. They would rut her and leave her and that was the end of it. Randall? Was that the tiger's name? Randall was doing his level best to please her as well, whether he actually cared about it or not. Each little prickly barb at the head of his cock stroked over her inner ripples and folds, caressing her in ways that nothing else had before. She could feel the heat in her growing, the pressure building, the pleasure increasing. When he leapt off her a second time, she came hard. Her empty pussy clenched on nothing, squeezing out a dribble of tiger seed to trickle down her inner thighs as her hands clenched and toes curled, the rest of the world ceasing to exist for a time.

She came back to earth as he mounted her a third time. And she came before he had even finished. And again. And again. And again. Over and over and over all night long. When morning came around at long last, Jessica was a sore, sopping mess, but not in the least disappointed or angry. She could barely walk from having cum so many times, her legs wobbly. She had to carry her heels for fear of falling on her face.

“You know, you don't have to go," the older woman told her before she stepped through the door. “You did surprisingly well as a mate for my baby boy. And I'm certain you can't enjoy your life as it is now." A wide smile spread her lips. “Why not upgrade, hm? From whore to pet? I could use a little kitty like you to keep me company as much as my boy."

Jessica stood there thinking it over for a few minutes. Half of her was all for telling the cunt to go fuck herself and heading for the hills. She'd made enough off of this one job to get herself to a new city and a new life. The other half of her was sorely tempted. Because she didn't like her life as it was. She was nothing but meat to most of her clients, a hole to stick their dick in that wasn't their wife. Randall had treated her better than most of them did. And would it really be so bad?

“C-can I change my mind later?" was all she could think to ask.

“Whenever you want, darling. You wouldn't be a slave, dear. Just a pet, and a very well kept one at that."

Jessica tossed her heels aside and shucked back out of her clothing.