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Crying over New Litters for Ray By Draconicon

As if being transformed from a man to female feline wasn't torture enough, the bound Redhood was tied up and fucked by his captors. No, her captors. As much as she hated the knowledge that she was no longer male, she couldn't run from it. There was only so much she could fight, and her new gender wasn't one she could waste time on.

Corinne grunted, biting her lip as she was bounced from one cat cock to another, almost literally. With her arms bound and her breasts squeezed between wooden 'ropes', and her body sandwiched between two magical were-cats, she was shoved from one to the other, her new slit sliding down one cock, then having the other slide up her ass. The violation made her want to tear their throats out.

Back and forth she bounced, her thighs getting bruised from the impacts and her holes getting more sore by the second. The barbs on their cocks rasped against her insides, scraping against her inner walls and leaving her bleeding from lack of lube down there, and she hissed in pain. Every time that they shoved her forward, she snapped at Tachipe's face, trying to get his cheeks, his lips, his ears, anything in reach. But he was too fast; every time she bit and missed, he laughed before tapping her on the nose.

"Naughty, naughty. Keep it up, and we'll throw you in the lake."

"In the deeps, yes. Rrrrreally deep."

Corinne didn't care about their threats. In fact, the water wasn't even something that frightened her. She could swim. She could make it to land and escape, even if she had her arms tied. Even with both her arms and legs tied, she would have better luck escaping them in the water than she had of escaping what she felt.

Her thighs were matted with her blood, but there was more than that. Mixed with it, she could already feel something less hot, more fluid, making the thrusts easier on her. Corinne knew it from the few times she'd laid with a woman, and it was not what she hoped to feel. Twisting up her face, she whipped her head over her shoulder, biting at the other cat.

Nyctophile wasn't as fast as his friend. He roared at her bite, clutching his cheek, and punched her in the side. The pain was excruciating, but she smiled through it. It was just what she wanted.

Before he could punch her again, Tachipe grabbed him, reaching around her to do it. Even when she sank her teeth into his arm, he didn't respond, save to smirk.

"Since when do we do what a thrall wants?"

"Rrrr. What arrre you talking about?"

"She wants to hurt."

"So?"

"If she wants pain, she should get pleasure instead."

Corinne would have happily bitten off his arm for that, if she'd been a bigger cat. If she'd had her sword, she could have cleaved him straight in half. As it was, all she could do was hang on with her small, dagger-like teeth as his other hand reached down to her sex. Tachipe looked her in the eyes as his fingers pressed around her new...clit.

"You will scream, kitten, but not pain."

"Forrrr merrrrcy."

"Quite right, Nyctophile."

The first touch of his fingers around her clit made her squirm. It was like a touch to her lost manhood, feeling better than it should. She couldn't pull back, only press her chest against the feline behind her, and even that only exposed her further.

"No! Don't touch me!"

"You can't stop me, kitten."

His fingers rubbed her in all the right - wrong - ways, and she hissed, throwing her head from side to side as she tried to ignore the heat he built up in just a few strokes. The blood oozing from her was all too soon replaced by clear fluid, and in the moonlight, she knew he could see it.

Suddenly, they thrust into her together. Corinne gasped at the sudden penetration, her entire body rocked upwards before coming down to rest on their cocks again. She gushed, her sex squirting slightly around Tachipe's cock from his treatment.

"See, kitten? Your body listens to me. You are mine."

"A Redhood...is their own...never anybody else's!"

"Such pride."

"Rrrrather misplaced."

"Kitten, your body listens to me. It's only a matter of time until your mind does the same."

Up and down she was bucked, their thrusts as good as a spring to launch her into the air. Every time she came back down, it got easier. Mostly in front, due to all the work Tachipe had done, but even in the back, Nyctophile's cock was sliding in easier than before. She tried clenching, tried everything to keep him out, but it was not helping. If anything, her resistance only loosened her body faster for them.

In short order, they were thrusting faster and faster, and she was bouncing more and more. Her breasts, small as they were, bounced from the way that they were forced outwards by the rope bondage, and her legs ached from the rough slaps of their bodies against hers.

As she loosened, she realized that it was starting to hurt less. Corinne shuddered at the thought, clenching down, trying to catch the barbs against her. Anything that might remind her of what they were, what was using her. Something that might make it hurt again. Instead, she gasped at the feeling of the little bumps rubbing against her insides, her body making more juices, oozing more.

The werecats laughed at her, particularly when she tried to bite at them again. It only took a single wave of Tachipe's hand, and the wood 'ropes' around her chest grew once more, a gag forced into her mouth.

"Don't worry, kitten. We'll feed your screaming hole later, after we've had our fun with these."

"Yes. We'll need to get your kittens rrrready for 'milk' quickly."

The idea of having to keep servicing the were-cats over and over again was disgusting, but...not as disgusting as it once was. Corinne realized that, somehow, her body liked the idea, and was getting wetter from it. She whimpered, shaking her head repeatedly, trying to deny the physical evidence before her.

It only got worse as Tachipe rubbed her crotch again, his fingers rubbing her nether lips and her clit during his thrusts, teasing her more and more. Every little stroke got her wetter, and she couldn't ignore it, couldn't ignore the reminder of how feminine she had become, and what her new body was like.

And worse, what it wanted.

Every thrust made it clearer and clearer that her body wanted the cocks inside of it, and her mind was having a hard time shutting it out. Her sex screamed for that cock every time it started pulling out, and even her ass wanted that cock inside, despite the lack of lubrication and the pain that still came with each thrust.

Corinne tried to hold to that pain, but it was fading fast. No matter what she did, she couldn't get them to hurt her again; the same tricks weren't working on the crafty cats. The gag kept her from calling for help, or anything but a simple, wordless scream, and nobody would answer that.

Up, down, up, down, up, down her body went, rocked by the cat thrusts. She slapped hard into their groins, her legs kept wide and aching so much from each thrust. She needed relief. She needed -

"Such an eager kitten. I knew your body wanted this."

Her eyes went wide, realizing she was bucking on her own, and how close she was to a climax. Corinne shook her head, but her hips had taken on a mind of their own, fucking her against their cocks. They didn't even move, just let her take the lead. Her bound body fucked itself to the best of its ability, swiveling her hips around on those shafts, squeezing the big cock in her ass and grinding against the one in front of her.

And without warning, she came. Corinne's eyes rolled back in her head, her scream turning into a gurgle of mindless noise. Her holes spasmed around their cocks, and what little thoughts she had were drowned out by the cruel laughter from the pair of felines. They hadn't cum yet, but she had.

Tachipe snapped her out of her afterglow, pinching her nipples hard. She yelped, but burned in humiliation as she realized that milk was oozing from them from his pinch. She was lactating? Somehow, yes.

"A good mother already, cumming for the fathers of your litter."

She glared daggers at him, and he smirked.

"Well, time to put that litter in your belly, hmm?"

The fuck started again, and this time, there was no hiding how much she loved it. From the very start, she yelped in pleasure, even as she burned in humiliation. She should have been fighting them to her last breath, not enjoying the use they put her through. She should be against them. Should be fighting. Should be -

"MMMPH!"

She whimpered again as she felt Nyctophile cumming up her ass, her sex twitching around the other cock. It milked it, drawing Tachipe to cum as well, filling her from the other end. The seeding from the two males left her shaking, on the cusp of another orgasm. All it would take would be a simple grind and rub of her hips against them, and she'd go over the edge.

And they knew it. Tachipe looked at her expectantly, smiling up at her as she shivered. He wouldn't give her what she needed. She'd have to give it to herself.

Despite all her training, despite all her efforts, there was no way she could ignore her body. She gave in, grinding forward against him, and went over the edge again, screaming in utter bliss.

They dropped her to the ground, leaving her squirming and arching her back against the earthen trail by the tree. The two felines towered over her, their cocks still dripping the last remnants of their orgasms onto her face, as her nipples drooled milk over her chest. Corinne whimpered, lowering her head to the ground.

"She's learning her place."

"Rrrr. Not fast enough."

"Patience, Nyctophile. She'll do well; just give her time."

"I want herrrrr body, Tachipe."

"And I want her mind. You can have what you want. I'm willing to wait."

She felt Nyctophile slip between her legs again, slapping his cock against her thighs. The knowledge that he was going to take her again was reprehensible, nauseating, horrible.

And yet, she spread her legs as much as her binds would let her, their loads oozing out of both her holes to the ground.

"Good girrrrrl."

The End