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Part three of four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

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Several hours later…

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John could not have said, quite honestly, how long the incestuous, cum-filled, orgasmic orgy went on for, ultimately, even though she should have. She was in the middle of it, after all, the star of every scene. All three of them had fucked in all kinds of positions, though Steven had still been the most malleable of the three, perhaps as she still believed that her sons were doing it because they truly lusted for such things. Perhaps there was a sick part of her that wanted to make things easier for them or that she thought that there was a way to get out if she appeared amenable, at least until Kate left them alone. Without any way for the two feline species to communicate with each other, the lions could not yet tell her that there was no way out for them.

Steven lay, heaving for breath with great, shuddering gasps of breath, on the floor, her hind legs spread, on her back, grunting with raw need. Still, she craved it, lusted for it, her body hot and ready, crawling with sensation that had no place there. Lion cum dribbled thickly from both her maw and her sex, her hole gaping and strained. No one that saw her thought that it was ever going to close up and tighten ever again, though it was not as if that was needed, not in any way.

She would be used and abused until the end of her days anyway.

Her head, neck and muzzle too were completely soaked, fur matted and clinging to the skin beneath, though that was John's vaginal juices and not semen that had sunken so deeply into the fur there. Even her fluffy, snow leopard tail was soaked in a mixture of everyone's arousal, cum and lioness' juices, even her own too. It was more like a mop for anything else, though it was soaked to such a point that it would not have even been any use at all in cleaning moisture from, well, anything. It had already been well-used, though it was one thing, at least, that fur could be dried.

Then, it could be used all over again.

As the lions lay beside her, panting heavily, Kate smirked, standing tall over them, the overlord that would take them however she pleased. Even Steven knew, by then, that she was not to be trifled with, even with her forepaws still bound, still very much a toy for the lions to use as they pleased, though her life would change beyond that too as comprehension, ultimately, dawned.

Mike would not have been able to say just how many times he had mounted their father, pounding her tight pussy until it was loose and slack, easy around a shaft that was far too large for it. Her slit was ruined, it had to be said, yet the lion's eyes were conflicted, his tail sweeping back and forth, even if he didn't actually have the energy to do anything more. Yet nothing there was simple. Nothing there was ever meant to be simple.

Puddles of fluid, from both lion, lioness and snow leopard, dotted around them, showing where, exactly, in the room their couplings had come together, whether it had been two together or all three at once. John moaned, lying on her belly, her tail flicking back and forth, arousal still forcing her to move, to act, despite everything. Exhaustion lined her body, her pussy well-bred too where Mike, with his much shorter refractory period, had taken her between breeding sessions with the snow leopard. That had not been the centre focus, however, not when Kate had had a new toy to play with.

“Well…" Kate grinned, half-shrugging as if there was a joke there that none of the felines were seeing. “I normally breed only the same species together…but you had to go and be an exception, Steven. Being a size queen, such as you are, you'll just have to become the second very, very active member of Mike's growing harem. I'm sure with a little tweak or two you'll be able to produce gorgeous hybrid offspring to add to my sanctuary too, perhaps even to sell on around the world. Wouldn't they fetch a high price now?"

She grinned more widely, a little more deranged, her teeth too white with treatments, showing them like a predator might do to intimidate another of the same species, or even their prey.

Steven shuddered, tucking her muzzle down to the side, though the cool of the floor didn't help anything. A slop of mixed sexual fluids soaked into her cheek and neck where her fur had dried a little bit, though it was too late for the snow leopard to move her head away from what she realised was not the cool of the floor, but rather yet another puddle that evidenced the debauchery that had taken place there. She didn't have the energy left in her to fight, not to turn her head back over. Kate might ask something more of them and, well, she could only obey, could only do, all over again, what Kate wanted of them.

She did, however, quail at the thought of producing offspring. That was not something that should ever have entered the mind of a male who identified as such, not unless of light curiosity. It was not something that should have been forced on anyone, not against their will, not ever.

Would it hurt? She wondered. Would she strain and what would happen to her young afterwards? It was not as if her sons had done much by her, though Steven clenched her jaws minutely. She was sure there was something more to that story, yet she could not speak to them, could not unravel the true tail of what had brought them there. Maybe, one day, she would. Maybe she wouldn't, but that would be her burden to bear and no one else's.

“Tomorrow," Kate declared, her voice raised to command the room, “will be another full day of breeding and sex games for all three of you. I've made sure that my newest staff members, for the sanctuary, are fully briefed so that there will be no problem about my duties being covered. You, for now, are my top priority."

Steven shuddered. Mike moaned. John didn't say anything, didn't do anything. She already had had an inkling, especially after the first time had lasted as long as it had. Why would she ever have come to expect anything else?

“For now, I will return you to your shared pen to rest. I doubt you'll be getting much rest though, with how horny all three of you are."

Kate smirked, but John turned her head away, muzzle twisted and screwed up in disgust. She knew exactly what she was doing, that they would be fucking all night, most likely, though she didn't know how she was going to get what she needed too, to stop the crawl of horniness from aching through her body, with Mike breeding two of them and not one. It was not a thought that she wanted to consider, even if it was a very real problem for her to have.

“But first…" Oh, heavens, wasn't Kate done yet? “First… You must clean up every bit of the mess that you've made. Such dirty cats… Whyever would you make things like this? You could have been nice and tidy and clean, but I think you three wanted to be treated like this. You hardly seem to object at all to any of it."

The twins glanced at one another, but the shared look did not help them, not in the slightest. It only reminded them just how far they had fallen, all that had happened to them, all that they had done. Sometimes it felt like they wanted it too, their minds still there, but halfway broken by horniness, paw pads tingling, tails swishing, thinking of what they could do, what they would do, though their thoughts and lives were solely taken up by one another after everything Kate had put them through.

Exactly the way Kate wanted it.

Humiliated and broken, they did as they were bid, dropping their muzzles to the floor, even though their legs shook so terribly that they could barely stand upright. They needed to rest, aching through and through, but John only thought about getting through the moment, of pressing her muzzle into her father's sex, of cleaning, of lapping up her own juices from the gash.

To her surprise, however, Mike pushed her aside, something softening in his eyes, letting her see that he was still there, that the sex that they had all been forced into, together, had not wholly changed him, not after everything. That bond between them, as twins, as brothers, was still there, and he wanted to take care of their father, gently, in the only way that remained left to him.

So, she allowed Mike to take her place at her father's gaping slit, yawning hugely, while the lioness lapped softly and sweetly over the snow leopard's face. Her muzzle, neck and shoulders were cleaned, bit by bit, though the stickiness of old cum and dried in juices was hard to shift, as effective as a lion's tongue was. They didn't exactly, however, have anywhere else to be, not at a time that their lives were under the dictatorship of another, controlled, harshly held tight, as if there forever would be a leash in Kate's hand, restraining them.

Only when they were done with Steven's face and neck, her body, her sex, her tail… Only then could they do the rest of the room, Kate smirking and pointing, showing them exactly where they needed to go, what they needed to do. Only Steven was left out, lying there, panting, heaving, coming to terms, the best she could, with the new reality. The only sound that filled the room was the rasp of feline tongues against the floor, an almost soothing lullaby that allowed them, in some small way, to relax into it. It was almost aftercare, of sorts, the soothing pull of their tongues along the floor, again and again, softly, Kate watching over them. If Kate had not bene there, of course, it would have been a side better, but that was not something under the control of the felines, not then, not ever.

Such was their fate as they languished under her control, cleaning themselves, cleaning the room, her subjects of sexual torture and humiliation forevermore.

Continued in part four…