Smuggle Kitty
#6 of Smuggle Kitty
Rique awoke in a circular prison cell. His tail and eye implants had been removed. He surmised that they did a cavity search, since his rectum was sore. The wolf was still a bit groggy from the drugging. A familiar voice was heard over the speakers in the room.
Blight: Welcome. You will not escape me this time.
Rique: We'll see.
Blight: Chain him leopard guards. And, No claws. I want him alive.
Several members of Blight's guard entered the room. Rique attacked the closest, clamping his jaws over the throat of the leopard and ripping out the tender flesh. Blood spewed from the wound, covering the wolf's chest. Rique pounded another in the stomach with his fist, flooring the cat. The wolf couldn't move far, since he was off balance from the missing tail.
Five felicians approached the wolf, claws hidden. Rique growled in warning. The cats launched at him in unison. He backhanded one cat and sent him plunging into the wall. The remaining cats pummeled him, pounding the wolf with their fists. Rique could put up no further resistance as several more cats joined the attack. They lifted him and chained him to the ceiling and floor. He only had strength left to hang, too weak to stand. He could feel bruises swelling beneath his thick fur. The wolf drifted into unconsciousness.
Blight: Now I have you. When you wake, you will suffer.
******
Travus awoke to the sound of felicians yiffing. They were in the other room. The untrained ear would have thought they were fighting, but he could hear pleasure beneath the cat cries. He wondered why he was brought here. His surroundings appeared to be within a cave. It was perhaps an ancient-mining tunnel. The high ceiling was gray and covered in stalactites. Now he was unsure as to whether the felicians were in the next room, since they could be echoing from anywhere. He tried to sit up, but realized his mistake when intense pain ensued. The human remembered that he had been rendered unconscious from slamming his head into something-hard (most likely concrete). He noticed his head was bandaged, so the cats who brought him here had seen to his injury. He felt along his cheek noticing that he must have been out for a few days, since he had a few days growth on his beard.
The yiffing stopped. He heard someone approaching. A beautiful white-furred felician entered the room clad in a white doctor's coat and nothing else. She had ample breasts and green feline eyes. She resembled a Persian, with her long white fur and flat snout. Travus could see that she just put the coat on as an afterthought. He could see liquid dripping from where her cunt would be; it was either semen or vaginal lubricant. She did not appear to be embarrassed from her seepage; it was simply a part of being a felician in estrus. She must have been yiffing for quite some time, since the drips were somewhat periodic.
Travus: Who are you? Why have you brought me here? What happened to the others I was with?
Felician: I am Glacis. We are avoiding Blight's cats until we are ready.
Travus: Who is "we"?
Glacis: A group of felicians that want to overthrow Blight's control of the planet. He is now the law on this planet, our old order has been removed. Blight abducts the most salacious of the female felicians for his kitty production lines, extracting hormones from the females and treating them like beasts.
Travus: That's terrible.
Glacis: I know. We removed you from the scene of Blight's ambush, since we could remove you unseen. His men seemed fixated on that canine.
The felician wrinkled her nose with the word canine. It was obvious that these cats, like many cats on earth, disliked canines.
Glacis: Blight captured or killed all the other members of your crew. One of the wolves died, the cybernetic wolf was captured, and the three female members of the crew were also captured. You had quite an odd crew.
Travus: Yeah. Are you a doctor?
Glacis: Not really. I was once a field medic though.
Travus: How do you intend to stop Blight?
Glacis: We have a little over 100 felicians. We also have an operative in Blight's army. He has actually gotten into Blight's inner sanctum.
Travus: What do you want from me?
Glacis: We'll begin our attack soon. When you recover, we'll need someone to distract Blight's cats. If you're good enough, you might rescue your crewmembers.
Travus: You know I'm not very good. I was taken out quickly.
Glacis: We'll train you a little. We have a month before we plan to attack.
Travus: They could all be dead by then.
Glacis: Maybe the wolf. The women are lucky, since Blight likes to watch. Quite the pervert, he is.
Travus: Oh. Poor Minka.
Glacis: Nah, she'll have a good time. At least, when the kitty is injected into her.
Travus: I don't want a bunch of cats sleeping with her. She's mine.
Glacis: Right now, she's Blight's. I'd ask you to have sex with me, but you need to recover. I'll give you a sample.
Travus: I'm devoted to my mink.
Glacis: Smell me.
Glacis moved over to the bed and removed her coat. She was hot. She moved her vagina toward his nose. Travus noticed that the dripping we from her continual state of arousal. She was obviously in heat. A musky aroma emanated from her cunt. His cock hardened.
Glacis: I'll ask you to fuck when you're better. I ?m going to find a mate.
Travus: Aren't you worried about getting pregnant.
Glacis: They're debarbed. I could fuck many times without getting pregnant; only one in a thousand yiffings lead to pregnancy without the barbs. I'm so horny. I like it though, I'm in heat until I'm pregnant and I love to fuck.
The cat left the room to seek a mate. Travus slept. The sleep was full of erotic dreams with the sound of yiffing in his subconscious.
******
Blight: Drub.
Drub: Yes sir.
Blight: I want you to whip the wolf.
Drub: You want to watch me masturbate. I didn't think you were gay.
Blight: I'm not gay you twit. I want you to literally whip the wolf named Rique.
Drub: Shall I use the cat-o'-nine-tails?
Blight: That could kill him; I want the canine to live, for a while.
Drub: Yes sir.
The heavily muscled lion brought a simple leather whip to Rique's cell. His brush tipped tail flicked in anticipation of the whipping. He entered the cell; Rique was chained in the center of the room.
Rique: So Blight sent another henchman.
Drub: Shut up, dog!
Rique: Why don't you unchain me so we can have a real fight?
Drub: It's against my orders. Blight is watching.
Blight: Ready to suffer Rique?
Rique: Do your worst you fucking coward!
Blight: Whip him.
Drub walked to the area behind the wolf. The lion roared and began to lash the wolf. Rique growled with each lash. Tufts of fur flew off the canine, exposing his hide. Still the whipping continued. Rique began to whimper as the whip came into direct contact with his hide. The fur no longer protected him. The leather slashed his hide, blood pouring from the shallow wounds.
Blight: That's enough for now.
Drub: Yes sir.
The lion left the cell. Blight contacted Docelo.
Docelo: Yes sir.
Blight: Prepare the human. Inject her with some more kitty.
The ocelot entered Alana's cell. He saw the results of the last dosage, a small puddle of mucin in the corner from her self-stimulation. The leopard guard held her still while the ocelot injected her. They left the room and waited for the drug to take effect.
Blight activated the view screen in Rique's cell. The wolf could see Alana on the screen.
Rique: Leave her alone. What have you done to her?
Blight: Injected her with kitty. You are going to watch her have sex with someone else.
Rique: She's mine, leave her alone.
Blight: Not anymore. She is under the influence.
Alana stroked her clit; she was in heat from the drug. The liger entered her cell. He was a massive seven-foot tall felician, a mixed breed of tiger and lion.
Liger: I am Rend.
Alana: That's a nice name.
Alana was very sarcastic. The kitty made her even more so.
The liger removed his leather briefs. Alana's jaw dropped, she had never seen such a large cock. It was easily fifteen inches long with visible bumps where his barbs had been removed. Pussy dew seeped from her cunt, from her arousal amplified by the kitty. Alana engulfed the member in her mouth, barely fitting the tip between her lips. Rend lifted her into a 69, slipping his rough tongue into her silken folds. Mucin spurted from the insertion, splashing his cheek.
Rend: Wow. You humans get really wet from the kitty. I've never seen this effect on any other species.
Alana: Well we don't have a seasonal estrus cycle.
The long-rough tongue slipped into her vagina. The human squirmed from the new sensation of cat tongue. She continued to suck the cat penis, grabbing his huge balls to massage the orbs. Rend came copiously into her mouth. Alana gagged on the bitter semen and coughed up the fluid. The rough tongue continued to stimulate her canal, occasionally hitting her G-spot. The liger purred causing his tongue to vibrate. Alana came hard, spurting clear liquid from her urethra. She was ejaculating.
Rique: I've never seen her do that before.
Blight: He's good.
Rend hardened again. Alana assumed the doggy-style position. The felician slipped his huge cock into her cunt. The human moaned as the massive member entered her vagina. Her lubricant dripped from the intrusion. The liger pumped his penis slowly in and out of her cunt, allowing her to get used to his girth. Alana moaned in pleasure savoring the feel of each bump. Rend intensified his pace, pounding her roughly. The human screamed with each thrust, unable to contain her ecstasy. The liger came in her love pouch, pulling his massive member out of her vagina. Profuse semen spewed from her used pussy.
Rend hardened again.
Alana: You keep going and going don't ya?
Rend: I'm a feline.
Rique: Fuck you!
Blight: They can't hear you.
Rend: Can you handle it up the ass?
Alana: No way! That dick is too huge for that small hole.
Alana pushed the liger onto the bed, straddling his cock. She writhed on his rod as she slipped up and down the pole. She rode the cock, rapidly slipping it inside her. Alana screamed in passion as she came. She continued the intercourse. The liger came inside her as another orgasm pulsed through her vagina. Alana collapsed onto the liger's chest, stroking the fur on his chest.
Rique: Shit. I hope she likes bulbs better that bumps.
Blight: I suggest you get some rest Rique. Tomorrow you'll die.