The Kitten
Later, months after that first encounter, he would remember how foolish he had been to judge her by her outward appearance. The tattoo she had across her lower back came to mind, every time he would even think of getting himself a fuck toy.
The bull had seen her around the city, a feline that was always playing with someone or something. Bouncing around with a playfulness that was unmatched by any other creature he had ever met. That was what he wanted, more than anything, the plentiful energy, to be able to keep going without any end in sight.
It was a cool summer's night when he finally got to speak to her, to proposition her. She'd been bumping and grinding against some brightly colored avian, who seemed incapable of keeping up with her. He had cut in, simply pushing the bird out of the way, giving the feathered creature a break he so badly needed.
Sliding back, she took in the bovine's form. A little grin crossed her face as she noticed the bulge in his jeans. Her body sidled back up to his, hips pivoting enticingly against his. Small talk seemed to be the name of the game, and he gladly played along.
Nothing more than a soft purr came out of her as she danced up close to him, murmuring those purred out words into his ear. "Finally, someone to keep up with me. What's your name, bovine?"
If that little creature kept on with her grinding and purring he'd just take her right there on the dance floor. But, he had to keep cool. He wanted her as a fuck-toy for the night. "Mm, I was more than happy to relieve that avian of his position." His arms went around her, grasping her firm ass and pressing her into the raging hard-on she'd forced upon him. "And it's Wes."
"Well, Wes." Her words were so soft, hardly audible over the blaring sound system. "I'm Ranni." Whether she meant to or not, her rough tongue drew along his neck, causing the big creature to tremble.
He wouldn't last much longer; he had to sink himself into what she had. And, he needed to do it now. Not really asking her what she wanted, or it if would be okay with her, he grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. A squeal of shock was made, but she didn't try to wriggle away. The crowd seemed to stop, staring stupidly at the bull and his prize. Ranni grinned as her companion only ignored them, strolling towards the door.
She was placed in the passenger seat of a black Mustang, the door closed as soon as she was safely in the seat. Wes rounded the car swiftly and hopped into the driver's side. His car was quickly started up and pulled out of the parking lot. Ranni giggled softly and reached her left paw out, to rest it near his knee. Extending a claw, her paw was dragged closer to his crotch, ripping a slit up his pants.
Removing a hand from the wheel, Wes grunted and swatted her paw away. She pouted and sat back in the seat. Mumbling softly about him not being any fun. Idly, she scratched at the hem of her skirt. The little kitten knew full well what to expect when they got to his place.
A small condo, moderately decorated. But, that wasn't given too much attention. As soon as they'd gotten in the door, he was on her. Pressing her back into the front door and ripping her clothing away from her in one, slightly angered, motion. "What the Hell do you think you were doing, Bitch?" He wasn't expecting an answer, for as soon as that was asked he brought up a hand to smack her across the face. But, he never got that far.
"Actually, dear bull," She seemed so calm as she spoke; blocking his hand with her own paw before he was able to make contact with her furred cheek. "I should be asking that of you."
Moving her paw down from blocking her face, she shoved him back. As if knowing just where to go, the kitten sauntered into his bedroom. Little hips swinging, to catch the attention of the stunned beast. It seemed to do the trick, for he was soon following after her. His shirt being thrown over the couch, pants being unzipped as he entered the bedroom.
They all kept them in the same place, it seemed. A small cabinet on the left side of the bed was where she found the toys he'd planned on using upon her. The toys he had used on countless other creatures. Hungrily, he stared at her, wanting to know what she was up to. Grinning slyly, she nodded to the bed. "Let's pick out some toys for me to use, hm?"
But, of course he thought to use on her. He was quick to jump to it. Pulling out a blue, 13-inch dildo. The thing had to have been about as fat around as Ranni's wrist. But, she nodded approvingly. She also placed rope and handcuffs onto the nightstand, followed by a blindfold and ball-gag.
Panting, the bull tossed her onto the bed. His large body jumped atop her small frame, to straddle her waist. But there came another pout from her, and a shake of her head. "Let me give you a massage, first. I don't want you to be tense and cum too soon." Though, being tense had nothing to do with when he came. Grunting, rather angrily, he rolled off of her and lay upon his stomach.
Ranni purred softly, climbing up onto his back and pressing her knees into his sides. The feel of her soft fur against his own, caused him to groan. "Mm. So easy to please, you are." Her paws set to working at his shoulders, slowly extending their reach to his arms and stretching them out. He was only happy to comply. That was, until he felt, and heard, the cold metal of handcuffs click 'round both his wrists and then the bedposts. His legs, he attempted to move. The little feline had spun 'round and tied his ankle securely to the end of the bed before he could, though.
The gentle pressure of her body was gone from his, though. It was apparent she was no longer atop him. Turning his head, he attempted to find her. However, he was greeted by blackness. The snap of the blindfold was felt upon the back of his head. A loud snort was made, his body thrashed upon the bed for a moment. "You little bitch. Get this shit off of me, NOW."
Giggling, she shook her head, even though she knew he couldn't see her. "Bitch? Is that anyway to speak to your mistress?" Crouching down, she peered into the cabinet and removed a few more items.
"Mistress? My ass! No stupid cunt will EVER be my mistress."
"Mm. You'll be happy to know, I'm not stupid and I'm not a cunt. Though I do have one." Reaching for the ball-gag, she gave a little purr. "But we do need to silence you, for we don't want the neighbors coming running to your door when you see what I have in store for you." The ball-gag was placed into his mouth, and then strapped 'round his head. Making sure it was nice and secure, with one hand, she reached for a knife she had found with the other.
"What's this for, beastie? Helping you to rip off the clothing of your victims?" To allow him to know what she spoke of, the tip of it was pressed up through his clothing and against his balls. A low whimper was made as he soon realized what it was. "Perhaps my prey will get to know what it's like. What do you think?" With that, she began to cut through his pants, through the boxers that he wore, as well. The clothing was peeled away, left to lie uselessly beneath him.
"Now, what was it that you said? Something about your ass?" She trailed the knife over his now bare buttocks. Watching it press the flesh down, but not cut into it. It was slid down between his legs, to press against the base of his cock and against his balls. "It is a very nice ass. Is it virgin, my toy?" He could only buck away the knife, and grunt in answer. She wouldn't ever...she couldn't possibly! Or, at least he prayed.
The blue dildo he had so eagerly picked out, was now picked up. "This. It's a beautiful toy. Where did you get it?" She climbed atop him, resting her own ass against his legs. This gave her the perfect view of his bare back. "Aw. Now you're all tensed up. Why's that, Toy?" The tip of the dildo was pressed against his puckered hole. Ranni shook her head and made a soft 'Tsk' sound.
"I'd never do that to you dry..." The tip was pulled back from him, causing him to sigh with relief. Instead, she pressed it against her cunt. Slowly, she worked it into herself. Moaning with every inch that she inserted into herself. In effect, she coated the thing with her own wetness. Pulling it out and groaning at the emptiness it left within her, for a moment anyway.
Leaning forward, the dildo was dangled near his nose. She allowed him to get a good whiff of her cunt juices before she pulled it away. "What do you think, boy?" He groaned loudly, bucking his hips into the mattress. Ranni got what she wanted from him. The head of the dildo was, once more, pressed against his tail hole. His muscles immediately clenched up. "Don't make it worse, Pet."
To get the head in, took some work. She had to gently ease it in. Everything after that would be much easier than that. And, this was proved. Once she had the head in, she simply shoved the rest of the dildo into him, not caring about the muffled screams of pain that he made. "Aw. You were a virgin, weren't you?"
The only other item that Ranni had removed was now reached for. It was a leather bound wooden paddle, with holes in it. The holes were accentuated by metal O-Rings. "Mm, Beastie. You sure do know how to pick your toys." She swung the paddle in the air, loving the fact that it was wind-resistant.
Playfully, she tapped it against his rump. "I'm going to like this. Probably more than you do, but I'm not trying to please you." The paddle was pulled back, and then brought to swat his left ass cheek. A muffled cry was made, his body tensing. "How many poor girls have you done this to? Hm? Brought back to your place and just fucked without mercy?" Again she brought the paddle up, but this time to smack his right ass cheek.
This was repeated a few times before she began to swat him directly against his tail hole. Driving the dildo further into his rectum. The bull could only squirm and make his muffled cries. "You thought I was just some submissive little thing you'd use as a rag doll, didn't you?" She grinned, smacking him once more before letting a paw rub at the raw flesh of his ass.
The dildo was extracted from him slowly, forcing him to feel every inch of it as it left him. "But you don't like it happening to you, do you?" Just before fully removing it, she thrust it back in for a final feel. "You thought you were the Master, the dominant one." Finally, she removed it fully. Only tossing it away from the bed. "But, you're not."With her bare paw, she slapped his tender ass, causing him to yelp.
The blindfold was removed, letting him see once more. First went the ropes on his ankles, then the handcuffs on his wrists. She was quick to dive off the bed, making a move for the door. He sat up, removing the ball-gag himself. The bull was too stunned to go after her, or even say anything about what she had done. The kitten turned to the closet and snatched one of his jackets.
Just before she put on his jacket and left, without so much as a word to him, he caught a glimpse of the wording that she had tattooed upon her lower back.
'No One Ever Suspects A Kitten.'