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_ ISN'T THAT INTERESTING! _

A traveling troupe of talent and freakish mutation!

Excitement and depravity!

Harrowing! Thrilling! Unforgettable! Avant garde!

_ INTERESTING! _

Katja couldn't ignore the morbidly fascinating livery of the traveling carnival. A privileged uptown life under the latchkey care of father's money and mother's apathy left her lethargic, jaded, and so very bored.

For a normal girl with simple tastes and pleasant sensibilities, the carnival provided a safe atmosphere of simple fun, often in the strong arm of a boyfriend and future husband, but this was hardly Katja's speed. Little did she think of the notion of allowing herself to be courted at all, and less did she think of a friendly and fun carnival. It was for that reason that a politically incorrect and gothic freakshow was akin to her interests. Not because she was a girl with a particularly black heart (no more than any untamed lady had beating in her chest), but because geeks, freaks, and unevolved abominations were particularly easy to gaze at down her muzzle.

Being a girl of fine breeding and a lovely figure, Katja was - at least genetically - in the right in her haughty intolerance. She stood at a feminine height a few inches beyond five feet, with a sinuous form typical of the well-bred feline that she was; a snow leopard. Her purple eyes boasted cunning and intelligence, but no compassion, and frequently, she displayed only a coy smile or a cold frown, with little middle ground. In the most blunt and ungracious of terms, she was a bitch, yet she didn't revel in this; it was merely the state that she existed in.

Down and away from her cold face, roaming eyes would undoubtedly see her modest breasts, almost always ensnared in a blood-red corset-like article. This piece made concessions to showcase her flawless stomach, largely free of muscle tone, but delectable all the same. Bisecting her heart-stopping thighs were stockings, made of leather, not lace, leaving the spotted fur down her legs to the crude imagination. The stockings terminated in stiletto heels, and all of this was in a matching shade of crimson. A black skirt kept her hips and behind decent, but not completely censored, for hungry eyes could (and did) peruse their pleasing shapes.

Atop the leopard girl's head was a carefully groomed mane of hair, straddling the line between noble and punk with spikes and curves that were reminiscent of Japanese anime, but subtly westernized in such a way that it did nothing to offset the beauty of her frigid face.

Beyond her attire, she dressed herself in other ways with baubles; bracelets to match her corset, a silver band to interrupt the homogeny of her long, listless tail, and a choker about her neck, but no earrings, no piercings, no bodily mutilation or modification whatsoever. Katja was an unmolested beauty; trouble was, she knew it. Beauty, along with social status and money, was a thing to be used and abused. So were boys. Some could be manipulated with a small promise of breast or other, more pink flesh, others required actual penetration to sway to her needs, but they could all be brought low, reduced to their base components in panting, lusting servitude.

Katja's sexual conquests were just another brick in the wall, as far as her dominance was concerned. One of a number of things tallied up to make for a cold and callous bitch, someone who would undoubtedly marry out of her well-bred and well-funded family and into a man's deep pockets. There, she would consume and destroy, but without growing bloated, ever staying beautiful and desirable - ready to do it again if necessary.

At least, that was what she fancied. A daydream, perhaps nothing more, but perhaps a prophecy of her future? Who's to say, but certainly not a man, she thought to herself, concluding a mental tangent.

The carnival was growing near, now. In the twilight which gave over to night, Katja saw the roaming searchlights of the carnival penetrating the clouds with their primarily hideous shades, lighting up the sky in pinks, blues, yellows, greens, and other shades best associated with over-saturated neon rainbows. Pure trash, thought the leopard.

Closer, now, nearing the abominable debauchery, Katja smelled bumpkin food that repulsed her fine palate - or so she liked to act, for the scent of corndogs and cotton candy did bring her a little pleasure. Funnel cakes and deep-fried pig entrails were no treat for a girl of breeding, however, and so she expected to go hungry that night. That was just as well; she guessed she'd gorge herself on off-putting sights instead.

Through the last stretch of the woods, the leopard was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the carnival. A menacing stockade fence of wooden pikes surrounded the place in a haphazard oval, as if it housed the army of a demon clown. Literal guard towers stood thirty feet tall on either side of the path just before the gates; "guards" wearing hideous primary colors and nightmarish clown masks over their flea-bitten faces barked distorted commands to one another through loudspeakers.

"I spy... BLUE!" howled one, the words clipping in volume, crunching through speakers mounted on the latticework of the towers' supports. At this declaration, the pair bore down with spotlights, and they ensnared an unfortunate, blue-shirted mutt-dog with (presumably) his girlfriend under his arm. Stunned in place, blinded, and confused as his girl scampered out of the way, he was suddenly assaulted with mounted rifles loaded with silly string, until he was reduced to a dazed, idiotically giggling lump on the path.

As she walked past the webbed dog, Katja was sneering. Troglodytes, she thought, stepping up to the ticket booth while the guards selected another color.

--2

Katja paid a pittance to enter the carnival, and with no pockets, she put the ticket within her corset for safekeeping - the same place she kept the money she dared to carry. She very much doubted that anybody within would get to lay a filthy paw upon her body, at least with her blessing, and so it was the most logical of places to store valuables.

Inside, rigged games of skill, memory, and strength fought for the attention of anybody with quarters and dollars to spare, crying out like problem children in an already-noisy house. Retina-searing shades of primary colors assaulted the visual senses at every corner, adorning tents, lively and poorly-written signage, and what performers weren't behind closed doors or within tents or cages.

All around Katja, as she stepped quietly along the well-packed dirt paths, the sensory overload of the carnival was abundantly clear. The lights, the frantic sounds, and the smells of fat-fried food and unwashed carnies helped to drag those within out of complete lucidity, into a realm that presented itself as a little bit surreal, perhaps edgy and dangerous, yet nonthreatening at its' core.

So powerful was the carnival's allure that Katja let herself be lured into a tent. Despite the coming night, it was perfectly bright outdoors; spotlights, neon signs and gas lanterns made the place brighter than the day had been. Within this tent, however, Katja's eyes dilated, and for a moment, she was blind in the darkness.

When her eyes adjusted, the leopard found herself in the den of a clairvoyant hag; an old raccoon with very witch-like homeliness, but intelligence obviously nested behind her cataracts. At the sight of this woman, Katja's superiority returned in full force, manifesting itself as a smirk.

"Come for your fortune?" asked the hag, mirroring Katja's smirk in a way that brought the snow leopard pause.

"I've already got mine," Katja answered, but the smirk had been driven from her face, replaced with pursed lips and a furrowed brow.

The raccoon chuckled, nonplussed, and gestured to the seat opposite her crystal ball. "Sit, dear."

In actuality, this seat was nothing more than a wooden crate dressed with an off-white sheet, but Katja gingerly sat upon it nevertheless. "How much?" she asked, her words drawn taut not by any real frugality, but simple disdain for the idea of giving carnies any amount of her money.

"Ordinarily, a small fee," the raccoon mused, wringing her paws in a way that seemed very appropriate for her species. "Ah! But for you," she winked and made an unusual click with her tongue, "no fee, no fee. Your fortune alone should be worth the cost of my time."

Sneering, lashing her carefully groomed tail, Katja lay her paws upon the hag's table, flanking the crystal ball. She immediately regretted this when the raccoon took hold of them. Surprising the haughty feline, the hag was quite strong, and so Katja's attempts to pull free went unrewarded.

"Mmm," the raccoon cooed, gazing into Katja's sharp, narrowed eyes, just over the top of her orb, "fascinating little girl, you are."

"Oh?" Katja asked, but with only mild interest. Unconsciously, she was wincing; the raccoon's grip was like a vise.

The clairvoyant nodded sagely, and she directed her milky eyes downward. Her grip intensified so much so that Katja whined in pain; moments after, the raccoon released her (Katja yanked her paws back and rubbed them, glaring at the mystic with conflicting scorn and interest), and placed them upon the crystal ball. Around its' polished, glass surface she stroked. In a trance, her pupils dilated to pinpoints, and she droned, "This girl keeps her head up, her nose higher than any peak known on this planet. Cold as hell. Money insulates; keeps that cold inside. Money feeds; someone's going to eat the rich."

As the raccoon came down from her lofty trance, Katja stared at her queerly. When the hag at last looked at her, they shared a meeting of gazes, and the snow leopard stood and took a step backwards. "That was," she paused, "interesting."

The hag gave Katja the wink and the click again, and then she resumed wringing her paws, all the while smiling in that unsavory way. "Good day to you, little girl."

--3

Shaken, but holding onto her indignity to counter it, Katja stepped out of the raccoon's domain and welcomed the fresh air of the carnival, even as laden with the smells of sweat and deep-fried corndogs as it was. Eat the rich, she thought, nearly accompanying it with a scoff out loud. She glanced back at the tent's flaps, huffed, and turned to face the dirt concourse, the central artery from which all other paths in the carnival branched. Keeping to herself, ignoring occasionally wandering male eyes, she walked in search of something to laugh at, some spectacle to clear her head after having had it invaded by the clairvoyant.

Very soon, she heard the bellowing of a barker. From so far off, she caught only snatches of dialogue, hardly enough to piece any words together, but when she drew nearer, he was easy to make out over the crowd.

"Step up and see the most horrifying and intense of freakish defects!" he called out from atop a perch, around which on either side, one-way paths to the freakshow shuffled along. "Horrible! Stomach-wrenching! Bad for the soul and worse for society!" he shouted.

Katja couldn't resist. As physically perfect as she was, even the common man was of freakish proportions by her exacting standards. She walked past the barker (a swarthy, strangely charming red fox) to see the show, but she caught his eye during a lull in his hyperbole.

"Don't let the freaks get you, pretty girl," he winked to her, grinning.

The leopard scoffed and brushed away the girly urge to blush at being coyly complimented by a handsome man. "Yes, let's hope your family is nice to me," she sneered back. It annoyed her that he only grinned at the barb, and as she walked down the line, he continued his routine nonplussed.

After paying a small fee, Katja entered the ramshackle passage of the freakshow. Constructed as a twisting hallway, the assorted freaks were visible behind bars.

Katja peered through the bars of one cage, but she kept her distance; inside, a pool of cloudy water stagnated with a rock in its' middle, and perched on top of it was - as far as she could tell - some kind of reptile, but nothing like she had seen in the outside world. Enormous, bulbous eyes glared in two separate and uneven directions, while a sticky tongue hung slack from its' maw. Moving on, she came to another zoo reject, this one a fully equine centaur - complete with an enormous, flaccid penis in between his hind legs that dragged the floor. Disgusting Katja, he winked at her and blew her a kiss, and she walked off as he laughed.

Beyond such novelties, the leopard also saw what the usual suspects for a freakshow. Many had deformed limbs, like feet attached to knees; a unique creature was missing an eyeball, with flesh and fur neatly covering the socket as if nothing had ever been there. Among her favorites were the conjoined twins - a pair of mutt-dog sisters, each bearing different patterns, colors, and features, melded at the skull.

When the freakshow grew tiresome (which took quite a long time for Katja), the leopard wandered some more, revitalized by the sights of the less fortunate. She partook in a sleight-of-hand card guessing game, she watched a pair of dwarf mules in colorful costumes beat the sense out of each other on a greased wrestling mat, and she won herself a stuffed animal after guessing the outcome of this spat. She happily carried this prize (a simple, white teddy bear) around; she found that she enjoyed the way it complimented her fur, and it would look nice on her dresser.

After walking past one of the myriad food stands, she couldn't take her growing hunger any longer, and so she bought herself a treat in the form of a cone of cotton candy. It didn't last her for very long, nor was it very filling, but she emphatically refused to eat the greasy, fattening (and yet alluring) garbage that was being served everywhere she looked. It just wouldn't do to be seen eating a corndog; phallic connotations aside, that was, most importantly, poor food.

To keep her mind off of eating (a losing fight with food stands around almost every corner), Katja went in search of another show. Ignoring the rides (who on earth would want to sit in a seat somebody has vomited on?, she thought) and the games of skill available to her, the haughty leopard found herself at a loss for things to do. But, when she began to contemplate going home, she heard another barker. Though of a slightly higher tone, he looked enough like the fox promoting the freakshow to be his brother. Katja remarked on this to herself even as she listened to his spiel

"The most dangerous animals you've ever seen! Our four-legged cousins, angrier than you can imagine! Watch them bow to our two-legged beastmasters!" he shouted to the masses.

This wasn't something Katja could resist. She wasn't outright sadistic enough to wish for somebody to get maimed by a lion or stomped by an elephant... But she didn't want to miss it if it happened. Quickly, she mingled into the line, hugging her teddy close, keeping it cuddled enviably into her chest.

--4

Katja entered the big-top tent for the beastmaster show with a wry smile on her lips, one that was impossible to see; it would have been more evident in her eyes, if not for the perpetual haughty gaze they bore. After paying a small fee, she - like all the other carnival-goers - was allowed to choose her seat, and she got one a single row back from the action. The seats surrounded a dusty pit pocked with massive paw prints all over, and chain link fence sectioned off the seating from the arena.

All throughout the tent was chattering and laughter, this noise resonating little, but filling the air all the same. After only a few minutes, a voice came through the PA (it was roped to the peak of the tent), and everybody descended into silence aside from the odd, hushed conversation.

"Ladies and gentlemen - and in-betweens," the voice called, earning chuckles from around the tent, "please welcome our master tamer, Tau!"

There was polite applause and a drum roll as the tamer sauntered out into the arena, a bullwhip coiled around his arm in a thick spiral. His appearance was exactly what any sane person would expect from a beast tamer: compact-muscular, naked from the waist up, bearing many claw and teeth marks that left ragged scars and deadened fur in their wake. He was a white tiger whose stripes matched his solid black hair, a straight-combed mane in the front and sides, but a no-frills ponytail in the back. Adorning his arms and his chest, fighting for supremacy with the myriad scars, rambling black markings stood out, looking as if trailing smoke had been infused with him. And all the while, his face was so coy, a sneer matched in intensity by his emerald eyes.

Katja was simultaneously fascinated and disgusted by the tamer's appearance. His muscle tone and unlikely markings drew her in, but his scars were repulsive; being attracted to this man would be no better than the hideously-deformed freaks and geeks she had sniggered at. Impatiently waiting to see what would happen to this rugged man, Katja squeezed her teddy closer.

The lights all throughout the tent dimmed, leaving the seats dark, while abrasive spotlights came on and were cast on the arena, highlighting Tau against the dirt. After a drum roll thundered through the PA, a gate opposite Tau's entry was lifted by a winch and chain, the operators unseen. In through this threshold came a male lion, his coat dusty and unhealthy, his gait wary. At once, he fixated on Tau and began closing in, nearly delving into a sprint. Well aware of the danger, the bipedal tiger unfurled his whip in a smooth motion and cracked it over the lion's head, halting him in his tracks.

More wary of his foe than ever, the lion began circling. Tau matched him, and like the big cats they were, they exchanged hisses and snorts as taunts. The lion was a big, lumbering creature, and yet he had a natural grace about him; Tau was no slouch in this regard, either, his steps smooth, not marred by fear. When the lion began to close the gap, he lashed again, not striking the big cat, but spooking it back with a gunfire crack of the whip.

The two felines continued their deadly tango while Katja gnawed on her lip, but with the corners of her mouth upturned in a grin. She was squeezing the teddy bear tighter and tighter to her bosom, and her tail was lashing.

Tau's tail was lashing, too, when he put in a move the lion didn't expect or welcome; he started to walk the other direction in their circling, and the big cat - after an annoyed roar - jumped to walk opposite to Tau. When the white tiger switched up the dance again, the lion was not so compliant, and he lunged, only for the whip to be snapped not once or twice, but three times in succession, startling him away with each crack, but enraging him at the same time. Once again, he lunged at Tau at breakneck speed, only to miss when the tiger coolly stepped out of the way.

Now like a matador with a raging bull, Tau dodged lunges from side to side like this, but on the fourth, the lion grazed him with a massive paw, spurring the audience (Katja included) into a gasp. Sharp claws raced through the tiger's flank and opened bloody gashes; the power behind the strike would have liked to send him to the ground, but he spun with it, and he wound up facing the lion as it bore down for the kill. Tau stopped this advance with a crack of the whip; again, they wound up in that tango, except now, Tau was bleeding profusely.

Cupping the wound, but keeping the whip ready and his eyes on the lion, Tau knew he needed to be bandaged - but he had a show to put on. Well, the carnival would get a show. Perhaps it wasn't the one anybody had expected or hoped for, but his blood was as entertaining as a flawless performance.

Wielding the whip like a demon now, cracking it to the left and right of the big cat alternately, Tau frenzied the king of the savannah and drove him back towards the gaping maw that led under the seats - back into the cage. Even as blood seeped through his gashes and speckled the dirt, Tau lashed and cracked the whip, chasing the lion closer and closer to that gate.

Tau was not yet lightheaded from the bleeding, but he was sure he would be soon - and that would be the end of him. Either the lion would be penned up again, or he would be a snack. Lunging at the lion like he, himself, had been lunged at, Tau snapped his trusty whip above the beast's head, and he narrowly avoided a swipe from the big cat that would have certainly spilled his entrails. Again, he cracked the whip and forced himself on the lion, and with an impotent clap of his jaws, the lion staggered back and stumbled, before whipping around. Tau cracked his whip one final time, and the lion scurried under the gate, which slammed down not a second later.

Amidst wild cheers, Tau did his best to walk nonchalantly out into the center of the arena, as he coiled his whip around his arm. He threw an unoccupied (and blood-stained) paw up to wave (getting an even bigger cheer), and then he disappeared the way he came.

Katja was yet gnawing on her lip; she wasn't involved in the whooping and hollering from the crowd, and she wasn't paying any attention as the man on the PA announced their next beastmaster. Something very unexpected was going on; she was wet.

--5

After leaving the tent quietly, Katja made her way around it. She would have expected the employees-only beast tamers' area to be at least somewhat guarded, to have to offer a bribe, or lie, or seduce somebody (with no intent to deliver on it), but she was allowed easy entry. Walking as officiously as she could (which, given her nature, was quite convincing), she did little to draw attention to herself... Except for the teddy bear she had all but forgotten she was carrying around. And yet, perhaps because she was a pretty girl, nobody stopped her.

By the time she came across Tau, he was bandaged around his middle; these formerly-white cloths were wet with blood, but it seemed he was no longer bleeding out.

Tau was just sitting calmly at a table with a deck of cards on it, along with a pitcher of water and a glass. He looked up at Katja with his sharp eyes, but with a curious intent in them. "Heh, yes?"

Katja smiled lopsidedly, but she managed to keep her composure; the burn in her loins had faded for the most part, but the sight and smell of Tau's battle wound was distracting in a lewd manner; it was a feline throwback to savor the sensory experience of blood. "You handle your whip well," she said, without sounding too kind.

Unlike a good portion of the bumpkins that operated and performed at the carnival (at least, that was how Katja viewed them), Tau picked up on the ambivalence of the leopard's compliment, and he lashed his tail. "As you handle your words, it seems. Yeah, only a snooty bitch could make a compliment sound so frigid," he grinned.

Huffing but blushing, rendered indignant enough to overlook her arousal, Katja wrung the neck of her teddy and looked at Tau with smoldering eyes. "You would be best off to handle your own words more carefully," she hissed.

The threat wasn't lost on Tau, but it went unheeded. And why shouldn't it? In his eyes, this girl - even as fine on the eyes as she was - was no less a grumbling beast than the lions he held dominion over. Rising from his chair, standing a head above Katja, he looked down his nose at her and spat, "Looking at a little finely-groomed thing like you, I'd say you have money. Well, I don't think your money can keep you safe from my whip..."

Katja faltered and blushed, but not positively. She was wet again, that was unmistakable, but she was more concerned with why. Am I really turned on by this ragged thing? This can't be right...

"Cat got your tongue?" Tau asked, bearing his teeth in the smallest of toothy grins.

"Hmph!" Katja huffed, taking a step backward, but she was stopped by Tau's masculine paw on her shoulder. He drew her in closer, and despite pulling back all the while, she allowed this without screaming or raising a scene. Even with dozens of other people close by who would have probably come to her aid, she was compliant enough to let herself get into his clutches proper. Later on, when she needed to fabricate a story, she guessed she would say he covered her mouth and completely manhandled her - but for the time being, she was all lust and morbid curiosity. In the simplest terms, her pussy was doing the thinking, and as infrequently as it did, Katja was always unprepared to tell it no.

--6

Tau walked Katja out of the beast trainers' den and to the outskirts of the carnival. He led her into a small trailer, one large enough to be a dressing room and bedroom, but not much else, and that was just fine for Tau. On the road, that was all he needed. A place to prepare his shows, sleep, and administer what he liked to consider "personalized training."

It came as no surprise to the trainer that, once she was led into the trailer, Katja scoffed. "Plank floors, flea-ridden mattress, cracked mirror - what kind of squalor is this?"

"I hope I'm never wealthy," Tau dryly said, locking the door.

"Why?" Katja warily asked, sitting on the bed carefully, expecting roaches and centipedes to come screaming out of it; none did. It was quite soft, in fact, and she let up on her teddy bear, instead holding it in her lap.

Grinning tightly at the leopard, Tau stood before her and suddenly ensnared her by her hair. Using this leverage, he ground her snout into his crotch amidst a yelp and then a squeal from her - but she didn't claw or bite. "Because you clearly are, and every other word that comes out of your mouth makes me want to shove my dick in it just to shut you up."

Katja snarled and showed her teeth to Tau. In return, he patted her on the head, and she pursed her lips without another sound.

Padding over to a shallow wooden cabinet on the wall, Tau opened the squeaky-hinged door, and he extracted a pair of whips. One was not unlike the bullwhip he had wielded during the show, but it was much shorter, made to work in confined spaces - such as his trailer. The other was a riding crop, a solid wooden shaft with a loop of leather at the end, made for precision brutality.

Katja blushed and fidgeted at the sight of both implements, failing to maintain a poker face, or even a haughty glare. She just knew she was about to be whipped... But the worst part was the acceptance. She could have clawed Tau's eyes out of his skull or ripped his bandages off and torn those fresh wounds back open, but she was more given to submit. And all throughout this overt submission, her pussy was positively saturated, dampening the enviable panties she had on.

Bullwhip in one paw, riding crop in the other, Tau addressed Katja with a straight face: "Disrobe, girl. Bare fur." He paused for a single beat. "Leave the collar, though."

"Ah? I am not taking off my clothes," Katja hissed.

It was the wrongest answer she could have given. Tau lashed the short bullwhip, but he didn't strike Katja; the whip instead wrapped itself around the teddy's neck several times, and when he yanked it back, he decapitated the toy; Katja shrieked and tossed it to the floor, and it disgorged a wad of its' white stuffing. Grinning, but glaring into Katja's eyes, Tau didn't repeat himself, and he didn't have to; Katja stood, quaking, and she undressed for the tamer.

The girl didn't make a show out of undressing, and though she was aware of the fact that her money and her ticket fell to the floor, she didn't chase after any of it.

Tau didn't care about the money or the act of Katja undressing. An impatient man, Tau wasn't in the mood to waste time; here was a naked girl, ripe for the breaking, and so he lashed with the bullwhip, clapping it against the girl's upper thigh; she hissed and grabbed for her hip, this sudden jerk making her supple breasts bounce. So enticing was this jiggle that Tau struck one with the riding crop, sending a screaming pain up through Katja's body.

As Katja flinched away from Tau, hissing some very unladylike words, she stumbled back on the bed (which took up the entire width of the trailer) and fell prone on it, upon her side.

After getting a glimpse of Katja's taut bottom, Tau found this target irresistible, and he lashed those fine cheeks with the bullwhip, blistering smooth flesh that had never known so much as a parental spanking; Katja's cry was sharp, even deafening, but Tau answered it with another spanking crack of the whip. That time, Katja rolled onto her back to hide her behind, but that wouldn't save her; Tau wasn't very picky with his targets, and in this case, he further blistered her thigh with the riding crop.

Squealing and sobbing, Katja lashed at Tau with her claws, but fruitlessly; the whole point of having whips at his disposal was that he was out of arm's reach. "You disfigured carnie fuck!" Katja screeched, her voice yanked up to a high note by indignity and the pain of her stinging welts.

"Scream all you like," Tau said with a small smile, "everybody's used to hearing girls squealing their lungs out in my trailer."

Katja fixed her wet eyes on him, her gaze steady, even as her body trembled.

"And besides," the tiger said, his smile turning into a grin, "something tells me you're getting off on this shit."

"That's absurd!" Katja was quick to snort, and in no coincidence, she pressed her legs tightly together.

Tau smiled jauntily at Katja and twirled the riding crop like a drumstick. "Tell that to the wet spot on my bed, rich-bitch." As Katja's cheeks flushed and she began to stammer, Tau reached under the bed, and he came back with a length of rough, sturdy clothesline.

At the sight of it, Katja bit her lip - and at Katja's reaction, Tau chuckled wickedly, as he snatched her up by her hair.

--7

Just on the basis of Tau's dancer grace with the whip and during his performance, Katja expected everything the tiger did to be nuanced and smooth, and in this assumption, she was terribly mistaken. After the tamer tossed his whips (both held in one paw at that moment) onto the bed, along with the clothesline, he dove on her.

Sneering at Katja's sudden, shrill yell, Tau pinned the girl under his own weight, wriggling his athletic body up against hers. Shoving his clothed pelvis into the naked crook of her thighs, he ground into her with unabashed intent to rape and dominate.

Emitting a strangled, indignant cry of bizarre pleasure, Katja unsheathed her claws and swiped for the tiger's face. Obviously, Tau was used to dealing with angry pussies and their claws, and he yanked his head back, but he wasn't quite fast enough; Katja left three shallow, ragged slices down his cheek, missing his eye by a mile.

Grinning in a light sense of masochism, Tau let the wounds weep their blood onto the leopard's body - mostly her breasts. For a second time, she swung at him, but he dodged this swipe completely, and in the opening it left, he ruthlessly smacked her across the cheek, open-palmed, no claws. He didn't want to seriously hurt her; it was merely an attitude adjustment. When she gasped, but didn't cry (at least, any more than she already was), Tau smacked her again. He didn't even alternate between his paws and her cheeks; he just laid into that same spot as many times as he could.

Predictably, Katja quickly spoiled the fun by haphazardly slashing her claws at him, but with her eyes entirely glazed over by hot, enraged tears, all her frantic swiping did was nick his shoulder.

Just for good measure, Tau kept the bitch's cheek red-hot with one more head-rattling smack!, this blow leaving her in overwrought theatrics of tears and phony innocence. (It occurred to Tau, with a tiny smile, that she wasn't asking why this was happening to her.) As the leopard attempted to cup her face, Tau took hold of her wrists, and he pinned them beneath his knees, grinding the caps of them down into her delicate paws when she dared to writhe.

"Know what?" Tau said with coy flair, pressing his palms into Katja's prone, slightly blood-stained breasts.

"You filthy son of a bitch," Katja simultaneously grunted, hissed, and sobbed through tightly-clenched teeth, her body trembling, her nipples stiffening despite herself.

"You're so wet right now, I can feel it through my pants," the tiger chuckled down to his bitch. Delivering a long, teasing grind with his erect, clothed meat, the sadistic tamer added, "Know what else?"

"Die, you carnie trash."

Tau rolled his eyes, and then he pinched the girl's nipples up, delivering a tight squeeze and a long twist to each.

In reaction to the pain, Katja erupted with a shrill cry, and she thrashed so roughly that she nearly freed her paws from under his knees. "What!?" she screamed, her body trembling from the pain, for Tau still had her nipples twisted.

Despite not twisting the leopard's nipples any further, Tau was bearing down with more and more pinching pressure. Casually, he said, "No, no, nevermind." A small smile. "Obviously, you don't wanna talk to me. And since you don't, I'll just occupy that pretty muzzle of yours..."

Katja bristled. "I-if you put that filthy cock of yours...!"

But Tau took advantage of her pause, and he clapped a paw down on her muzzle, holding it shut. "Based on what I've heard you say, my dick is no more filthy than your mouth is." Smirking toothily, glaring with deadly intent into the leopard's wet, wide eyes, Tau unhanded her snout - which stayed miraculously silent. With quick movements, he slid off of her and rolled her onto her stomach, and he grasped both of her wrists tightly over the small of her back; softly, she winced, for her wrists and paws were bruised, but Tau would heed none of her discomforts. Those were just getting started, and that was the entire point.

Calling on years of animal training and many, many hours of implementing bondage, Tau wrenched Katja's arms into just the position he wanted, and then he bound them tightly with most of the clothesline, leaving only a sturdy tail of a lead. The position he put her arms in was painful, awkward, and gave her no leverage to escape, the ropes holding her like a strait jacket would.

As the rich girl writhed uncomfortably and felt the mounting panic of her situation, Tau knelt on the floor. He again reached under his bed for more rope, which he returned with in spades. It was more clothesline, that durable, rough rope that was already digging into Katja's delicate fur and supple flesh, giving her screaming friction burns.

Grinning tightly, Tau rolled Katja over on her back, and he winked at her. Then, with skill and coordination that caught the leopard's eye (but didn't really take her mind off of her situation), Tau took one of the shorter lengths of rope - it was seven or eight feet - and he wove a double helix of sorts out of it. Despite the rope being malleable and impossible to keep in any one shape, the effortlessness at which Tau made knots to order was terrifying in what it implied.

By the time Tau was done knotting and proportioning the rope just so, it resembled a bikini top in form and function, since he draped it over the leopard's prone chest (who focused on Tau's work while anxiously gnawing her lip), neatly slotting her breasts through the loops. Reaching beneath her with both paws, he pulled the ends of the rope together behind her back, switching both to one paw. Then, keeping that uniquely-knotted rope taut, he rolled her onto her stomach again, and finally, he tied the ends together in a very snug, secure knot between her shoulderblades.

With a third length of rope, Tau laced the bindings around Katja's arms to the harness he'd put around her torso, lacing this back and forth several times, reinforcing it well. Finally - with the last length of rope he'd taken out - he made a noose-like loop around the ropes that tied Katja's arms and the harness together. There was a long lead off of this noose, and after standing up, Tau fished it through a pulley above the bed. Wrenching downward on the rope, Tau lifted Katja a few feet off of the bed; she whined as the ropes gained purchase on her flesh, but as her weight was pressed into them, this meager cry became a pained squeal for mercy she had no hope of getting.

Holding up Katja's weight with neat composure, Tau grinned, reached out, and gave her a lazy spin. As she drifted, she whined and tried to drag on the mattress with her unbound feet, but Tau hoisted her up a few more inches before she could catch herself. "I wonder if I should just let you spin like that," he chuckled, catching the scornful (but also terrified) glare in her eyes as she turned his way. "I've always wanted to try hitting a pinata with my whip..."

Though Katja groaned at the notion, Tau decided against it. With another trivial knot, he tied the lead of the rope to an eye hook on the wall, and just like that, he was free to play with his new toy. He disappeared beneath the edge of the bed once again (Katja still lazily spun and tried to keep her stomach calm), and he emerged not with more rope, as the leopard would have expected, but a dully-finished spreader bar.

After waiting with a small grin for Katja to turn around so that her feet faced him, Tau stood up on the bed and grabbed one of the girl's paws. Hastily, he snapped an end of the spreader bar to the ankle he held. Katja grunted and flinched, and she tried to kick him, but he held off on the retaliation and clasped her other ankle in the bar. As it was, her legs weren't yet uncomfortably parted; this wouldn't do at all, so Tau worked the mechanism on the bar. It could have been used as a torture device, the way it mechanically spread farther and farther, going as far as the operator's hand strength would take it - which was far enough to make Katja feel like she was going to snap like a wishbone, in this case.

Rendered beyond spread-eagle, Katja whimpered in absolute helplessness. She had gone from being curiously aroused and just vaguely masochistic to completely terrified of Tau and his sadism. It occurred to her, very bluntly, that she was getting exactly what she had asked for. Not just from Tau, but for any number of rotten things she had said, thought, and done through the years. She told herself that that was the reason she wasn't demanding that he stop, or screaming for help; resignation to accept her punishment. And she knew that to a hard-headed bitch like herself, resignation and remorse was a damn flimsy excuse for such fantastic submission. As horrible as it was, she was enjoying the fear and the suffering, not in a direct manner, but subconsciously, unaware of what she really desired, and that was why her cunt was throbbing even as she silently wept.

Tau spun Katja again, but he calmly stopped her when she was facing his direction. He let the bitch dangle, and he allowed her temper to fester and smolder while he calmly unbuttoned, unzipped, and slid down his trousers, revealing the fact that he was commando beneath them.

Katja, for one reason or another (she would have said it was fear of what was about to happen to her, if put on the spot), fixated on the tiger's erection. She had seen a few here and there, though she wouldn't say she was any kind of expert on them. Tau had a nice endowment, though - he must have been ten inches, maybe a bit more or less. The fine details of that didn't really matter to either of them. Pink and coming to a blunt tip, it was pleasing to the eye, but as felines were apt to have, Tau's meat was equipped with rubbery hooks that "assisted" in breeding. That was terrifying to Katja for obvious reasons.

"Like it?" Tau grinned, interrupting the leopard's intent study of his member. Leaning his pelvis her direction, he made to bump the tip into her muzzle, but she comically thrashed back with an annoyed hiss. The momentum of flinging her body backwards only brought her back into Tau like a pendulum, and his shaft jabbed her in the eye, causing no harm, but she did yowl, much to Tau's amusement. "Eager, I see!" he smirked after the fact, while Katja grimaced and tried to blink the discomfort away.

While Katja struggled for a witty reply, Tau took hold of her, bracing one paw on her chin, the other on the back of her skull, fingers threaded through the increasingly-disheveled hair atop her head. Grinning in the most unspeakably lewd manner, he pulled her in, and he bumped the drooling glans of his cock into her nose, smearing the latter with his musky pre. "It should go without saying, girl, but don't get any clever ideas about biting," he growled, giving her head a squeeze in his paws, which - for the sake of defiance - she did her best not to wince from. "Consider the fact that, if you piss me off or injure me, I won't be inclined to let you down - and trust me, you'll break long before these ropes will, girl..."

Katja was glaring, but inwardly, she was more terrified than ever.

--8

Tau pressed his tip insistently into Katja's lips until she reluctantly parted them. It was all the purchase he needed, and he started muscling his cock in. He bullied past her lips, shivering as his erection rubbed against the points of her teeth, and finally, he moaned when he was subjected (however unintentionally) to the lewd scrape of her tongue. Likened to tire spikes, those small barbs on his shaft weren't painful going in; it was only in reverse that they would grip her flesh. He stopped well before her throat, but a healthy portion of his manhood was engulfed in her muzzle; giving her head a squeeze on the top and bottom, he grunted, "Suck on it. You know how."

It stunned and hurt Katja that Tau would imply that she knew how to suck dick; she did, of course, but the fact that he would so happily take a shot in the dark at it was hurtful. As she began to suck, she hurt herself when the horrible irony of the situation occurred to her. Every time she'd given another man (or boy, back during high school) oral sex, it had never been out of affection; it was just a means to control and dominate them. To get nice things and the behavior she wanted out of them. Looking up at Tau's wide and domineering grin, basking in the callousness of his gaze, she was stricken by just how much the tables had turned on her.

"Good job, baby," Tau growled, giving the leopard a wink, while he nudged his meat in another inch or so. He then pushed in even further, and his blunt tip prodded the back of her throat; he was sure of this from the way she gagged, as her body emphatically denied him the sweet, tight throat he craved. Gag and cough and cry - your body is mine tonight, bitch, Tau thought, gripping the leopard's head tighter still. Emitting a small roar of dominance, he drove his cock in to the hilt, butting his pelvis to Katja's lips, popping his shaft past the threshold of her throat.

A cocktail of sounds and sensations denoted Tau's forced entry into Katja's virgin throat; beyond the pleasurable (for Tau) clenching and gulping, Katja gagged painfully, thrashing and squealing in indignation and a primal terror that she was choking to death. In the fuss, she nicked Tau's cock with her teeth, drawing a few beads of blood from the turgid flesh, but the erotic pain only stimulated the tiger and made him groan.

From Katja's unintentional pleasures, the tamer's cock squirted quite a payload of musky, slippery pre down her throat, this uninvited liquid slicking down to her belly like something from a sucking candy. The knowledge of what was actually in her throat was revolting to Katja, though - mostly. She wouldn't dare admit how thrilling the scents and tastes of Tau's member really were.

"Heh, you'll forgive me if I don't last very long," Tau grinned, rubbing his hips into the prone girl's face, though he was buried as deeply as he could go. Looking downward, regarding Katja's watery, sullen eyes with coyness, he added, "Don't worry; I always take so much longer the second time..."

Demonstrating his urge to quickly sully the leopard's maw and throat, Tau tugged his shaft back. The entry into her throat had been sudden, cruel, and painful; the exit was no better, and the pain was exacerbated by the tiger's barbs as they dug into that velvet-soft throat. Despite causing no lasting harm, they scraped the tender lining of Katja's throat and the threshold to it, wrenching hot tears of pure discomfort from her eyes. When he thrust his shaft back in (smacking his balls up into her chin in the same instant), she felt as if a jawbreaker had been pounded down her throat; the next yank out was just as painful as the last had been, agitating flesh that still screamed from its' last run-in with those vicious little hooks.

Sexually and otherwise, Tau was no slouch, not even by feline standards; he was rough and ruthless. In a word, his technique was raw. Katja's incessant whimpers, whines, yowls, and those constant tears didn't deter him from fucking that hot throat. By then, it was no secret that the girl's discomfort only added to the thrill and made him behave more and more like an animal, giving her yet more things to cry about in a vicious cycle.

Tau completely undid what careful hairstyling the girl had left the house with as he yanked on those soft locks, letting the pain rip through her scalp. In his other paw, he held fast on her lower jaw, squeezing it roughly, leaving bruises in her soft flesh, and all the while, that big, barbed battering ram of his lay claim to the bitch's throat. It was such a thorough and humiliating fucking for her, Tau absently thought, that it was a shame he was just then coming up on his orgasm - but there were other holes to wreck. He still had plenty of fun planned for his strung-up plaything.

Snarling in voracious sexuality, Tau hammered his cock into the girl's throat over and over again, his furry balls languidly slapping into her chin with each buck. Unexpectedly for the girl (Tau had been doing his best not to telegraph his release, hoping to surprise Katja into a choking fit), the tamer buried himself to the very hilt, and his throbbing cock spat a massive, sticky rope of jizz into the leopard's raw throat. Just as he'd hoped and planned, the feel of his man-slop slithering down her throat set her gag reflex off in the worst way, and she convulsed with muffled coughs and gags - which, besides being darkly hilarious to Tau, made her spasming throat clench and vibrate most divinely on his tingling cock.

It wasn't until Tau pulled back (while letting loose with another streamer of his seed, his exit leaving it in a line from the back of the girl's throat to her lips) that Katja was able to properly cough. Snarling and squealing with impotent rage, she hastily spat what semen Tau had left in her mouth back at him, leaving a spitball of it on his thigh, but causing him no harm. The damage had been done, anyway; the tamer had shot more than enough of his potent wad down into her belly to properly call her his bitch. "Y-you fuck!" she sputtered hoarsely, thrashing fruitlessly in the bonds.

"Hey, look on the bright side," Tau grinned, "now you can justify that dirty mouth, baby."

--9

Tau fully intended to make further use of the bitch, but a respite was in order; not for her sake, for she deserved no rest or sympathy, but for the purpose of giving his libido the recharge it needed. He required nothing particularly substantial; he merely had to remind his body what was in store for it. As his half-erect member gazed down at the bed, Tau grabbed hold of Katja's shoulder, and he spun the leopard hard. Though what he craved was down between her legs, the opportunity to dizzy and mistreat Katja was irresistible, and he watched her twirl (while listening to her helpless whine) with a coy smirk.

It wasn't until Katja had spun around about a dozen times that the tiger stopped her. After manually turning her so her painfully-spread legs were facing his direction, he lifted them, leaned under the spreader bar, and allowed those tired legs to rest on his shoulders. Like so, he was given uninhibited access to the leopard's damp, swollen cunt and the pink pucker of her asshole. The former was what Tau busied himself with, subjecting the lips to lazy laps of his rough tongue. He made no effort to part these, to give her real pleasure, but his actions were stimulating all the same; despite still weeping (and feeling her stomach turn in dizziness), Katja trembled with soft moans, and her loins positively quivered.

"Hot pussy," Tau huffed under his breath, caring not if Katja heard him. That wasn't all that was hot and desirable, though; he dragged his meat-eating tongue across the pink, virginal pucker of the leopard's tail hole, sending the most bizarre and ambivalent pleasures up through her body.

"Nngh, d-don't do that," she whined, blushing indignant crimson, not wanting this strange pleasure at all, least of all from Tau.

The tamer sneered and nibbled one of the finely-shaped cheeks of Katja's ass; this she did enjoy without shame. "You're in no position to make demands, girl."

"It's not a demand," Katja lowly said, fidgeting.

"Heh," Tau chuckled, "learning your place - but too late to save you." Tau gave that tight asshole a final, languid slurp, but when he returned to the leopard's cunt, he became painfully aware of how hard he'd become, and how very dull the prospect of continuing to tongue-lash the girl was. Subjecting her to pleasure she was loathe to enjoy was something he could do with his dick, and that flesh of his throbbed mightily once again, no worse for wear from the pitched throat-fucking it had just enjoyed.

--10

Standing up again, corralled in a triangle between Katja's legs and the cold spreader bar, Tau took hold of his swollen, barbed meat and prodded it to the girl's folds. Under her breath, she uttered some plea for mercy, a soft-spoken request that she not be raped, but she knew as well as Tau did that things had gone too far; she was to be that tamer's bitch in all manners of the word. Her cunt was his to fuck, and with both parties in full possession of that knowledge, Tau entered her slick passage.

Inside, Katja was saturated almost to the point of exaggeration; Tau's member encountered absolutely no friction, just the sweet glide of erotic flesh and all the juices it entailed. Not surprisingly, the tamer rumbled lewdly in pleasure and sexual conquest, but Katja whimpered. It was a loaded sound, full of fear and a smoldering anger at Tau, with a hint of a more bitter anger at herself for wanting this so badly.

As his hips butted up to Katja's loins, Tau grinned from ear to ear and lay his calloused paws on the girl's hips. "Sweet, horny angels, you're a wet bitch," he chuckled through his teeth, as he ineffectually added to the moisture with his pre. "And tight, but you're no virgin," he mumbled, to which Katja blushed. "Not in this hole, anyway," the tiger added - and the leopard's complexion paled.

Katja hissed, lashing her tail, which Tau lazily grabbed and held against her hip. "You intend to sodomize me?" she asked, attempting to twinge her words with indignity and rage, instead sounding only terrified.

For Tau, who began to slide back (his barbs actually felt natural and very pleasant in Katja's tight passage, making her entire body tremble for all the right reasons), it was a question that bordered on the asinine. Somewhat incredulously, he chuckled, "Of course I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, baby." At her sudden, shrill whine, he purred sweetly to her. "Aw, come on - might find out you like it... Snooty bitches like you usually turn out to be real backdoor beauties."

"PIG!" Katja snarled, her temper at last igniting like gasoline in one furious, sudden explosion. Unfortunately for the leopard, she was in no position to threaten or demean anybody, for even as her rage burned like a wildfire, and as she cried for this reason, her cunt clenched and released rhythmically on Tau's member. Her honey ran down his shaft and dribbled off of his balls in thick, drippy rivulets; the amount of moisture she was drenching Tau's crotch in was incredible, and it undermined any and all attempts she made to feign true rape.

"Says the bitch who's just about hogtied," Tau grinned, wishing that Katja could look him in the eye. Growling most lewdly, he ground his cock into her in such a way that his blunt, barbed tip pushed insistently into her g-spot.

Katja groaned low and long, arching her back despite the cruel bondage she was in; lifting herself wasn't very painful, but settling back into the clothesline, letting it dig back into the already well-chafed lines on her chest, was agonizing. "Ooh, ahn!, I hate you...!" she whimpered with almost no conviction.

"But you love my cock, don't you?" Tau sneered.

Stubbornly, and blushing all the while, Katja huffed and said nothing.

"Say it. Say it, baby - no shame in getting off on this shit. I am."

Oh, what could admitting it hurt...? Katja caught herself thinking, but that snotty attitude still ruled her no matter what. Mustering her courage, she shakily growled, "You're a disgusting carnie pig. I love no part of you."

The leopard expected (hoped?) to be hit, to feel the whip on her body, a claw down her side, something, anything, but Tau just chuckled easily and quickened his skilled, smooth fucking. By then, the audible slap of his hips into her groin filled the small trailer, as did the lewd suckles and slurps of his cock plunging her cunt. Every single grind of his hips was angled in such a way to ruthlessly assault her g-spot, his intent undoubtedly to make her orgasm, and she resisted the mounting bliss with childlike stubbornness.

There was just no holding out on that, however; carnie pig or not, cruel rapist or not, Tau was just good, and within a few more moments of enduring this hard fucking, Katja came with a ferocious yowl, a throwback to her species' roots. In the squirting, clenching, orgasmic agony of her release, her body tensed, and her every wriggle and writhe aggravated the severe rope burns ringing her breasts and fully encompassing her forearms. With such pleasure and pain screaming through her body, both fighting for supremacy, Katja's orgasm was so powerful that it paused Tau in awe, and nearly left the girl unconscious. As it was, she huffed and heaved in the rising afterglow, sounding exhausted, and for good reason; she was.

--11

All in all, Tau was pretty satisfied with himself. The snooty leopard was all but putty in his rude paws, and her cunt had yielded to his ministrations in record time, as far as rich-bitch types went. Only one thing remained; one boundary to push. And he was pretty sure that once he pushed it, the girl would be thoroughly defeated. If she became a regular fuckthing, that was fine; conversely, if she ran home and her father rallied a militia, it wouldn't be the first time he'd run from one carnival to join another under the same exact circumstances. "Feeling good, baby?" Tau growled, speaking with no menace or ulterior motives for once.

In no condition to lie or fight, Katja nodded slowly and mumbled, "Mmhmm..."

Grinning tightly, and just slightly toothily, Tau slid free of Katja's pussy, and he prodded his over-saturated tip against her tight tail hole. He felt her flinch, and beneath his meat, that pucker clenched in what was undoubtedly panic on Katja's part, but it was of no concern. Giving her no time to brace herself or plead (though the latter might have been fun), Tau held on tightly to his shaft, and he pressed forward, leaning his weight into the entry, letting that spear his manhood into the leopard's unyielding asshole.

Katja made a sound Tau was unfamiliar with. Whether it was a hiss, a snarl, a gasp, a yelp, or some combination thereof, he had no idea - but it seemed to fit what was happening to the girl, at least. It wasn't until Tau had several inches inside of her that Katja remembered how to make words, but even then, they were broken. "D-don't, don't...! Agh, that's...! Ah! Hurts!!" she sobbed, spurring Tau to grin, although that could've been her tightness doing it.

"It's not supposed to feel good, bitch," Tau growled, thinking afterward, not for you, anyway. Releasing his manhood, he held onto her hips, and he gave her a cruel and impatient buck to speed things along, which buried his cock in her in short order - and with a sharp squeal from the leopard as a bonus.

When Tau began to pull back, the girl forgot all about how good and right those barbs had felt in her pussy; that was the only place those were supposed to feel good, she realized, although she was fairly sure she wasn't supposed to have anything underneath her tail. It wasn't until Tau pushed back in - thus relieving the dragging, burning feeling of the barbs' exit - that she sighed in relief, but this was only a matter of exchanging one pain for another, since she was hardly accustomed to having her ass gouged open.

Making everything somehow worse and better at the same time, Tau (as his hips slid in to once more hilt his member) pressed down on the leopard's hips with his paws, adding more weight to the tightly-anchored rope; it permitted no more slack, and so what give there was came from Katja's body as the ropes dug cruelly into her flesh. She thought (and somewhat hoped) the skin of her burns would just break soon, to start bleeding sooner than later, but there was no luck there, no mercy to be found.

With his balls seated up against Katja's pussy, his shaft buried in the clandestine depths of her asshole, Tau chuckled in victory and dominance. "How's it feel, baby?" he growled, pulling back, starting that cruel scrape of his barbs again, before "soothing" it by pushing back in.

Katja hated to admit it, but with every thrust, the anal sex became easier. Not pleasurable, but tolerable... And in her faded afterglow, she was coming to savor Tau's dominion, the grace and efficiency with which he'd broken her down and made her his. With a tiny, twisted smirk, she acknowledged that the carnival had, indeed, given her all the thrills she could handle, and then some. Even weeping uncontrollably from the increasingly raw flesh in her ass and from her supple chest as it screamed with friction burns, she found herself telling the truth when she said, however meekly, "I-I like this..."

His grin widening, Tau murred, "Little louder, girl - I didn't hear you."

"I like it," Katja gasped, letting out a sob afterward. "It feels good, but it hurts... It's humiliating, but--"

"But it hurts so good," Tau interrupted, his pace getting quicker, his balls smacking into Katja's tender, post-orgasm cunt.

"Yeah, that's it," she shuddered, closing her eyes, keeping the hot tears inside for the moment. "It hurts good..."

Huffing, finding his second and final orgasm coming up, Tau popped out of Katja's ass, leaving that orifice gaped and slick with juices from the pussy just below it; though Katja squealed in only pain, Tau was almost certain he heard something else in it.

Slipping his slick, well-loved member into the crack of Katja's ass cheeks, the tamer ruthlessly hotdogged the prone and humiliated bitch. It seemed counter-intuitive at first, but this comparatively tame abuse was packed with more derision than all the assfucking in the world could deliver. "Beg, baby," he shuddered, hoping that she would - the effect would've been lost if he'd shot his wad without her "blessing."

But Katja obliged. Though sloppy and unsure, she cooed, "Come on, give it to me, please..."

It was good enough for Tau, who was at the threshold of his climax. Grunting and pressing his balls flush to the tail hole he'd just been pounding senseless, the tamer shot his wad up the girl's back. Some of his mess splattered on the ropes, but more than enough of his seed to get the message across left a jagged stripe of off-white in her luxuriant coat - and in her hair.

While Tau huffed and shuddered, grinning broadly in his climax and the allure of his afterglow, the softly weeping, terribly confused leopard finally relaxed in her bonds, and for a time, the burn of the clothesline was negligible. "God," she huffed, and then she said, almost mumbling, "I'm sorry that I called you a pig..."

"Don't be sorry," Tau smiled, rubbing Katja's hip fondly. "I am a pig, baby... And I think you made up for being a cunt."

After a brief exhalation and a moment to weigh her words, Katja closed her wet eyes and uncertainly said, "I don't think I have. Punish me more."

Over the course of five seconds, Tau's grin re-emerged, and he contemplated. Finally, pulling back, he draped his then half-erect member across the wrecked, gaping entrance to the leopard's behind. "Hey - what kind of trainer would I be if I said no?"