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The Feline Addiction

Part 3

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

Sakura paused in mid-step, her skirt pressed tight to her crotch from how wet she'd become from her hallway masturbation. Her eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open as she saw Kain balls-deep in a dragoness. Not even in a kitsune, but in a dragoness, arguably one step up from what she was. All nine tails went up, and both her ears went down as she stuttered in utter shock at the sight.

The red-brown dragoness flushed bright red, her cheeks as dark as could be as she looked over her shoulder. The black cat nodded at her.

"You're clear."

She nodded, getting off the bed. She hesitated as she stood up, pressing her legs together with a squishing sound, one that was just enough to remind Sakura that Kain, her Kain, had just fucked and maybe even bred another woman. Sakura tried not to meet the dragoness's eyes, trying to pretend that she wasn't there, but it was all but impossible. Her eyes kept sliding sideways, looking at the engorged nipples, at the slapped cheeks, at that dripping slit that kept pulling her eyes down. Deep down inside, she had just one thought.

That was supposed to be me.

The dragoness walked out of the room, getting her clothes as she went. She was dressed in seconds, and Sakura heard the door to the balcony opening and then shutting. The dragoness was gone in little more than seconds, and they were alone in the penthouse again.

In the time that it had taken for the dragoness to leave, Kain had slid forward on the bed, sitting with his ankles crossed as he looked her up and down. The feeling of humiliation burned in her, but it wasn't strong enough to get rid of the lust burning between her legs.

That, it seemed, burned all the hotter. She wasn't his only toy, she realized, and that was something that should have killed her addiction. It didn't.

"You -"

"Be silent."

The cat's words cut her off as efficiently as a weed-whacker trimming the lawn. She clicked her jaw shut, looking down at the floor. She all but hated herself for being so demure to someone that was completely undeserving of her, but something inside refused to do anything but obey the cat.

What's wrong with me?

Despite everything, the kitsune knew that the list was going to be a long one. There was much wrong with her, much that needed to be fixed and made better if she was going to leave any of this behind. And that...that wasn't something that her body wanted. Already her pussy was clenching down on empty air, wanting that wet, throbbing cat-cock deep inside of her, his shaft raking through her inner walls, giving her that stirring, horny feeling that she shouldn't have for someone so far below her.

With her fantasies running rampant, it didn't take long for her to start squirming, for her nipples to stand out harder against her dress, for her legs to start getting gummy with her own juices. She squirmed from foot to foot, looking down at the ground as she waited for permission to speak. Eventually, Kain took spoke up.

"You're all but broken. Do you understand that?"

"...I'm not..."

"But you are."

"I'm still...still a kitsune."

"And does that mean anything, when this is here?"

He touched his cock, pointing down at the tip and making it bounce. It made her feel the ghostly sensation of her memories, thinking of his cock inside of her, thinking of it molding her pussy and her ass to his shaft and his body. She had remembered how much she needed that in the hallway. Seeing it now...

"You used to be a powerful kitsune. You used to be someone of means, someone of power. But is that really you anymore?"

"..."

"No. The answer is no, Sakura."

"Mmmph...You did this to me..."

"And if a cat can break a kitsune, what does that say about the kitsune?"

"That...that..."

"That she is no true kitsune, yes?"

Of all the things that he could have said to try and break her, that was the one that hurt the most, because it was true. She had fallen so far that she doubted that any of her own species would believe that she used to be one of them. Her cheeks burned as she stared down at the floor, hissing softly to herself.

Not true, not true.

But her body belied her protests, reminding her just how true it was with each clench, each pulse, each throb of need from her dripping slit and her erect clit. She wanted to touch herself before him, wanted to masturbate to the sight of his cock, wanted to beg him to treat her like he had treated the dragoness. The need had become something else, a true addiction that would not go away. She needed him like the addicts on the streets needed their drugs and their booze. She was...she really was all but broken.

"I..."

"Yes?"

It took most of her willpower to look up from the ground. She wanted to look him in the eye, to prove that she was more than just some slut that he had gotten lucky with, but her eyes barely reached his cock before getting suck there. She stared at the head of it, at the slippery slime that remained from him fucking the dragoness, at the white lines of his cum and her juices getting stuck to it and slowly drying. Against her will, her mouth started watering, thinking of how degrading it would be to have that shoved down her throat, to be made to clean him like that, right now.

The thought nearly made her cum her brains out. It was so bad, so dark, so nasty, but at the same time, that was what she wanted right then. She didn't want to be treated well. She wanted to be treated like a bitch, a whore, like the slut that the wolf hadn't been able to see. She wanted...

She needed Kain.

And that scared her.

"I can pay off the loan."

That was the first thing out of her mouth, and it was the first time that she had seen Kain look surprised. The black cat obviously hadn't thought that she'd ever be able to get the funds together to pay off all the money that he'd loaned her, and just as obviously, that wasn't quite in his plans.

And it wasn't in hers, either. She felt like she was going to throw up, her stomach going in knots and loops as she imagined being free of the black cat. If that happened, if he didn't have the hold over her to make her do this, then...then...

I can't just buy what I want. I need this. I need him.

But at the same time...fuck...she was going so deep. She should turn around. She should pay him, get all that debt off her shoulders. If she could just...

"Then why haven't you paid me?"

"I...I..."

"..." Kain smiled. "Ah, I get it."

"You don't. You're wrong about me."

"No, I think I'm right. I think I'm more right than you know."

"I...no...no..."

She tried to cover her ears, but he snapped his fingers and she stood up straight, unable to deny his orders. She stared straight ahead as he stared right into her eyes, forcing her to stare back.

"You're a needy little one. So needy, not for money, not even for orgasms. You need someone's attention."

"I'm not...I'm not just some girl that feels invisible."

"No, you're a woman that knows nothing."

"I...I can walk out. I can pay you and leave."

"But you're not."

"I -"

"And you're not going to."

No, she wasn't. She knew that now. If she was, she would have dropped everything on the floor and left. She would have done what the dragoness did and just left the room. At least that woman had the dignity to look embarrassed, to feel bad about what she was doing. That particular feeling had been burned right out of her.

Instead, she stood there, taking it as the black cat looked her over. He kept talking, kept insulting her.

"But it wasn't enough to be noticed. You had to be treated rough. You had to be humiliated. You had to be less."

"I did not!"

"Look at you. What kind of kitsune loses at the gambling tables?"

The wrong kind. The weak kind. The stupid kind. Those were the answers, and those were the truths. She shouldn't have been losing at the casinos. Her little magics should have been giving her wins, but the addiction to going there and being seen, being less -

No, she didn't...she didn't want...

But she remembered the stares, the jeers, the little nudges and laughs in the background. Something about that humiliation, something about that intense lessening of what she was, had hit her harder than she realized. It wasn't the gambling that she was addicted to, but the status that came from being the kitsune that lost.

She was less than them. She was far, far less than them, and that hit her right where she needed it.

As she panted, Kain got to his feet. He started walking around her, becoming the prowling cat that she remembered. Her breath caught in her throat as he dragged a hand along her shoulders, stroking them.

"You didn't get what you wanted from that, which is why you came to me. You needed more, and you thought that it was just money that you wanted. But that wasn't it. You needed to lose, lose more than just the money, become even less than you already were."

"I...I..."

"You can't deny it, even now. You are burning up, and you don't care."

"That's not true."

"Lying? What a bad kitsune."

"Mmmph...we...we're good liars."

"Then it's one more thing you fail at, isn't it?"

She gasped, biting her lips, holding herself tightly. He stood behind her, groping her ass, rubbing her fine rump up and down. The fact that he could do this just after having his way with some other woman spoke wonders of his virility, but at the same time, she felt horrible. Horrible and embarrassed and so much more. She wanted to run, wanted to hide, and...

And she wanted to take off her dress and beg him to just fuck her hard, to use her the way that he had done before. She needed that feeling one more time, to experience the sense of pleasure that came from being so far below her station.

Just one more time. It's just one more time.

But that had been the same thing that she'd said about the gambling machines, about losing, about her luck going the other way. She had started getting better luck the minute that she started getting attached to being fucked, her magic working the way that it was supposed to. There wasn't enough shame in losing anymore, not enough humiliation to feed that addiction. Only Kain could do that now. Only he could give her what she needed.

As he spread her cheeks through her dress, his cock resting against her with only that layer of silk between them, she leaned forward out of instinct. He chuckled, pulling back, and she whimpered.

"Not an addict to gambling anymore, then. Just to me."

"I...you..."

"You know that it's not just me. It's all you, Sakura."

He kept heaping it on, and far from begging him to stop, she was begging him to take it further. She didn't know how or why, but there was something intoxicating about this, something that pushed her buttons in ways that she'd never felt before. She was panting, feeling like she was in a heat of her own.

It wasn't even magic. This was just his personality, his way of taking charge and taking control. His words were like a leash around her throat, his touch a collar. Everything that he did was one more thing that made her wine for more.

"Mmmph...and...if you're right?"

"Then I think that you know what you need from me."

"I need..."

"Say it."

Kitsune pride warred with her personal wants and needs, and she could feel the heat burning through her pussy, through her ass, all the way through her core, meeting an increasing smaller chill in her mind. There was little of that frigid woman that had been gambling away her life's savings. Nothing remained of her, just that hint of pride of what a kitsune was supposed to be, and that was being melted down by the raw need that he woke down there, turning her from a good woman to a wanton bitch.

She needed him. He was right about that. She needed him, wanted him, craved him more than any decent woman should.

"I want...you."

"And why do you want me?"

"Because you make me feel good. Because you make me feel different to any other woman. Because you can see...you can see what I need."

"You mean, I see what you are."

"I...you..."

"What are you, Sakura?"

"I'm...I'm..."

"Say it."

"I'm your...your whore...Your slut. Your pet, if you want. I'm not even a real kitsune anymore, not with this."

And as she said that, she felt her embarrassment building, and her arousal likewise. There was something so potent in this self-humiliation, this self-embarrassment. She was admitting what she really was to someone else, and that...that was far worse than admitting it to herself. She groaned, lowering her head to her chest, rubbing her face and trying to hide behind her hands.

"There...you finally admit it. And you know what you need."

"I need you. Please."

"No. Not yet. First...I will be fair. And I will tell you what will happen if I take you."

The black cat circled back to his bed, sitting down and looking up at her. She wished that he would just take her, that he would take it further and just make her his bitch again, but she knew that tone of voice. That was the voice of any good businessman that was about to get what he wanted, and who was going to take a little time to gloat. He was going to tell her how it was going to be, and whether or not she liked it, she was going to go along with it. Had she fallen that far?

Why did she keep asking herself that? The answer, quite obviously, was yes.

He crossed one leg over the other, tapping his foot and looking her right in the eye. She stared back at him, trying not to fidget as he explained.

"If I take you, then you are mine. All but property, nearly a slave. We are not going into BDSM, not officially, but you will be, essentially, my property. I will take care of you, ensure that you have a place to stay, and you will never want for money and comfort...but you will earn it. Every single day, you will earn it, and while I will have sole claim on you, you will never have the same on me."

Sakura gasped, her eyes going wide. She had expected something of being turned into a live-in toy like that, but the idea of having to share her cat, her master, with other people took it further. No kitsune would have been willing to do something like that; it made it seem like they weren't good enough to hold onto their males on their own. She opened her mouth, then closed it again as Kain held up his hand.

"I'm not finished. I will have the right to fuck any female that I choose. Sometimes that will be away from you, and sometimes, that will be in front of you. There is no room for argument here. I will ask you to watch as some other female gets to enjoy my cock. There will be times when I allow you to come forward and serve us both."

"But -"

"I did not say you could speak."

Kitsune pride was all but dead as she shrank away with that statement. She had asked for humiliation, and now she was getting it in spades. Her mind was reeling at the idea of becoming the bottom of the pack of bitches that Kain kept, knowing that she would have to put her tongue to work against another woman's pussy from time to time. And why wouldn't she? She was going to be the kept bitch, while they were the ones that were in and out all the time, getting their bodies fucked while their minds stayed sane. She would be the one that had him all the time, and the one that had a shower to clean up in.

And yet, knowing that she'd have to share him, that she'd be the one to clean, that she'd be so far down...

Why...why do you make me want this...

She pressed her thighs together, hard, staring down at the floor as she imagined what that would mean for her. She would never see anyone of her old social circle again, living here. She would never be able to go back to kitsune society after he had his way with her like that, after he marked her as that bottom-most slut.

And she had to admit, there was a part of her that never wanted to. There was a reason that she had fallen so far, that her addiction had taken hold like this. There was something that she was never getting on the heights, something that she never would get. If she could get it here, then that was all the reason that she needed to stick around.

"I...I understand," she whispered, looking at her feet.

"What do you understand?"

"That if I do this...I am yours. Nothing more, and nothing less. You aren't mine, but I am yours."

"And?"

"And that means you can do what you want."

"And?"

"And that means that I can be...humiliated...used...whatever."

"And?"

"..."

"Do you accept that?"

She knew what the question meant. It was her last chance to back out, and it was the cat's way of gloating, as well he should at this point. He had boxed her up and left her nothing for options to retreat. If she left now, paying off her loan and then leaving him behind, she would be turning away from the only real guarantee that she had to feed her addiction. More to the point, she would do something worse, more humiliating in the weeks to follow, if only because there was no way that she would be able to fight it forever. She would be on the front page of the newspapers, showing off her pussy or worse, just because she needed that fix of humiliation and being made less.

Whereas if she stayed here, she would be made nothing more than a pet, someone kept in the cat's penthouse - maybe even one of the lesser apartments in the building - and then called up every so often for a good rut. She would be passed around, maybe, but she would belong to him, nothing more, and nothing less.

Can I live with that? she wondered.

The answer, painfully, was yes. She could, and she would, if only for the fact that Kain had given her something that she could never fulfill on her own, because she needed someone that could batter her down.

She clenched her hands at the corners of her skirt, feeling how soaked it had become. She needed air. Needed something. Needed to be away from the naked cat for two minutes.

"Can I...can I go to the balcony for a moment?"

"As long as you don't throw yourself off it."

"Thank you."

She walked out of the bedroom, leaving the thick scent of sex behind and the sweltering heat that she swore was going to consume her. She made her way to the balcony door, opened it and stepped outside. The cool air was a comfort, something that made it a little easier to think, though not much. She leaned against the railing, looking down.

Nobody would have thrown themselves off the balcony at such an offer, but the heights reminded her of the feeling of the fall. There was something intoxicating about it, seeing just how far one could go before they hit the bottom.

She was teetering on the edge of a massive one, something that she doubted would ever stop. Her other experiments, the gambling, the losing, the way that she had occasionally allowed herself to be seen in a risqué way, had all been done in a way that allowed her to have deniability, things that she could recover from. No kitsune, however, could recover from being someone else's pet.

Sakura rubbed her neck, imagining what he might do. Collar? Piercings? Who knew, at this point. At the very least, she would be marked in some way so that others would know what she was. She had no doubt that Kain would take it that far, now. He wanted her to be seen as his, and that meant wearing marks that were different to what she had now.

Her body was hot, heated, hottest, and she groaned under her breath as she realized just how much she had changed. Addiction was a powerful thing, and she had gone from being addicted to being made less to being addicted to a person that could do it. Some kitsunes could be masters or mistresses.

Not her. She needed a master over her.

I can't turn back, can I?

She had been asking herself that for the whole night, but this time, she really believed it when she answered no. There was no way for her to turn back, no way to change her mind. She was going to be his bitch, no ifs, ands, or buts.

Just her butt. Filled hard.

She turned from the balcony with one last deep breath, taking off her dress as she did. It hit the ground, leaving her completely bare, her nipples perky and her breasts bouncing as she walked back into the bedroom. He looked up at her, and the black cat smiled at her choice of non-attire.

"I take it that you've made your decision."

"Yes."

"And?"

"I want to be yours."

"You realize that there's no ending this."

"Yes."

"You realize that you'll probably get pregnant, and that the child will be yours to care for, and mine to choose what to do with?"

She nodded slowly. It hadn't quite crossed her mind, but the idea wasn't out of character for everything else that had happened today. It was just another thing that he could, would, should do to her, she supposed.

"I see. You understand better than I thought."

"Then..." She lowered herself to her knees. "Take me."

"Crawl."

He pointed at the ground in front of him, and she followed orders, crawling across the floor to kneel before him. The very fact that they were going this far was a recreation of their first night together, the first time that he had taken advantage of her over the debt that she owed him. The fact that it was so familiar only made it better.

He pulled a collar out from under the bed, a black one of good, strong leather, and she shivered at the soft smell of the heated material as it wrapped around her neck. A tag hung down in the front, reading "Kitsu-Bitch", and she groaned as her pussy clenched down hard at the demeaning name.

"You are mine now."

"Yes."

"And you will call me Master. Understand?"

"Y-yes, Master."

"Now..."

He gestured down to his cock, and she knew without thinking just what he needed from her. She leaned in, dragging her tongue across the head, and he groaned under his breath at her touch.

That was all she needed to go crazy over it. The fact that she was pleasing him was wonderful, but the sharp-salty-bitter taste of that creamy mess on his shaft was the demeaning, dirty thing that she needed. That stirred her, called her, and she dove her head down, taking the whole thing at once.

The cat's cock wasn't huge, but it didn't need to be. There was a pleasure, a strange need that it brought along with it. That was all that she needed, all that she wanted, and that was what she got. Up, down, up, down, each thrust of her head taking the whole thing down her throat, each time filling her throat and mouth with the taste of him and another. Every lick cleared away more of the latter, leaving her with what she really wanted.

The taste of him was so much better, and she groaned, reaching down and rubbing her thighs. Not her clit, not her pussy, as much as she wanted to touch them. They were just dribbling, running her juices down between her legs, touching her pucker with them, but they were not to be touched. She hadn't been given permission. Master would fuck her pleasure out of her when he chose, and not before.

In, out, in, out. His cock was slowly swelling harder again, the little veins starting to pop along the side and the bottom. The taste of him and the smell of him were just what she remembered, and when he grabbed hold of her collar, ramming forward and filling her throat, she moaned aloud at the sensation of being put to proper use.

Sakura's tails were all but wagging as she blushed and groaned from being face-fucked, used like she had been the first time. The raw roughness of his cock slamming down her throat was just like what she remembered, a plunging, selfish pleasure that he took for himself with no concern for her. She was a fleshlight, a thing for him to use to get his cock wet, to get his rocks off, and she groaned as she swallowed hard around his cock.

This is what I am, she thought. This is what I need.

And as he hammered home, as his balls bounced off her chin, as she glukked and gagged ever so slightly, she started to keep bobbing back. She lifted her tongue, stroking the bottom of his cock worshipfully and thankfully, and she rolled her head to the left and ride, savoring what he had to offer her, taking everything that he could give her.

Lick, suck, swallow. That was the rhythm of a cock sucker. That was the pace that she needed to keep to keep him happy.

Licking, swallowing, sucking away, she felt his cock throb harder and harder in her mouth, starting to drool into her throat. The taste of the other female was washed away, leaving her almost forgetting the dragoness. She put herself forward, knowing that her only chance to keep his attention was to be just good enough to keep him from going to the others. Not too much better, or he might stop humiliating her and start complimenting her, but just good enough to keep his attention on her.

A little bit of a lick here, a little tease to his balls there, and soon he was groaning just as much as she was. She was learning, figuring out what he liked, and she hoped that he liked what she was doing for him.

Finally, he yanked her head back from his cock. As she gasped for breath as she always did, he pointed to the bed. Like a good girl, she hopped up and immediately got on all fours, spreading her ass cheeks and showing off her pucker and her pussy. Both were slippery and wet, and the latter was already drooling down on the bedsheets.

"Naughty slut..."

She didn't react to that. She knew what she was, and more to the point, she knew this was what he wanted her to be. Anything less would have been unacceptable.

The bed shifted as he joined her, his cock slapping between her ass cheeks. The wet rod rested against her pucker, and she knew immediately that this was going to be a night of getting her ass stuffed rather than her pussy. That was fine with her; when he had fucked her back there earlier, that had been difficult, but there had been a different pleasure from it, something that took her higher than expected, and she groaned in anticipation as she leaned her head against one of his pillows.

His tip pressed against her hole. Unlike the first time, when he had to bump it again and again, each time pushing in a bit further, this time she managed to just suck his shaft right in. She moaned under her breath, curling her fingers into fists as her tighter hole was violated once more, but the feeling of being taken was just too good.

As he slid deeper, his cock claiming her, he gripped her hips with one hand and her collar with the other. As he pulled back on the latter, she gasped, her eyes going wide as he half-choked her with it, leaving her gasping as he went deeper, further, filling her ass up in a way that she both hated and had missed at the same time.

"You are mine, now..."

"Y-yours..."

She groaned as he started pulling back, feeling the strange, tingling, heated feeling of his cock dragging her hole outwards a bit. She was too tight not to cling to him, but the feeling was so weird, so erotic, so dirty at the same time. It was exactly what a kitsune shouldn't have been doing, and that made it hotter than anything.

When he slammed back in, all at once, she felt her ass clap and the force of it forced a gasp out from her lips. Then another, and another, until she was no more than a grunting, gasping slut under the anal onslaught that followed. Kain fucked her, and he fucked her hard, right into the bed and then some. Her breasts felt squashed against the mattress, her face lost among the pillows.

In, out, in, out, his balls slapping against her pussy, his hips clapping against her ass. He was rutting her, taking her, showing her where she belonged. For the first time in far too long, she felt content. She felt like her addiction, her need to be shamed, her need to be utter abused and broken and used rough, was finally being fulfilled. She almost felt drunk from the intensity of it, her eyes rolling back, her tongue hanging out as he pounded her ass. It was not going to be the last time that she felt that.

The End

Summary: Sakura finds out just how deep the rabbit hole goes with Kain, and realizes how much she needs this, but can she take it?

Tags: M/F, humiliation, embarrassment, owner, master/pet, collar, anal, oral, blowjob, lesser, shame, wet, dominance, miniseries, cat, kitsune, dragon,