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Part two of four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

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While Steven was still shaky, the scent of the females around him getting Mike's cock out and hard, Kate took the liberty of tying the snow leopard's paws together with a strip of cloth from his shirt, wrapping it around several times to keep them tight. It would not be enough to hold Steven when she was at her full strength, but the snow leopard would be fully under her control by then. A heavy leather collar dropped around her neck too, buckled tautly, another way in which Kate demonstrated her control, how easily she could subdue her.

“I'm sure you'll get used to your new role in life," she said softly, mockingly, Steven looking plaintively up at her as if Kate was about to announce that it was all a big joke, that she wasn't going to force her. “Please your sons, that's all you have to do. Listen to the sound of my voice. Follow my directions. See how easy I'm making this for you?"

Steven wouldn't have thought so as he twisted, though it was John who would be the main subject of her wrath, dragged to the forefront as Kate clapped her hands. Mike, a little relieved to be directed aside, sat as a spectator. That, however, wasn't much better, the weight of the collar on his neck, which had been put in place for the session, only not worn when the two of them were out on public display, heavier than ever.

“Take your father, John," Kate murmured silkily, as if she was operating a phone sex line. “Steven has been waiting for so long for you, she'll be wet in no time… She's already horny, she just doesn't' want to admit it. Subdue her. Lick her. Use her. All her body."

John groaned, though she didn't know whether that came off as aroused or horrified, though it did not matter. She didn't even know whether she would ever be able to communicate with her father, if their feline languages were close enough to find the words in them, though maybe, just maybe, she could let her know one day that things were not as they seemed. Maybe she could comfort her father, one day, to try to make things a little better.

She wished she'd never wanted her father to come there. Maybe that too was her fault, but Kate controlled, Kate dominated. Kate would have everything she wanted and more.

John followed instructions, Kate helpfully guiding her, telling her which limbs to pin down, though it helped a little that her father's paws were tied together. The snow leopard yowled and thrashed and tried to throw her off, but the leopardess was not larger than either lion, John twisting and lying across her torso as she pinned her on her side. Steven's legs thrashed and kicked, Kate smirking and pointing to the “undertail" of the feline.

John shuddered. That… That was a lot, a lot very quickly, though she moved over her, careful of Steven's teeth, subduing the other feline, trying her best to ignore her complaints. It was easier to work her way down her body, to move methodically, to consider each nipple in turn as she used her large paws to rub them, one after the other. Her tongue swiftly followed, dampening the fur around the pink nipples: one, two, three, four, five, six… If there were any more, they were buried too deeply in the snow leopard's fur for John to find, though the lioness did not doubt that Kate would point them out if they were important for their “play".

“And now her pussy… Here you go, Steven, you should have the best view as the guest of honour."

Kate wheeled the TV in front of Steven, a live feed set up from her video camera, which she took in hand, pointing it down so that it caught everything. Every flick and every curl of John's tongue, how Steven could not help but shudder under her, her body clearly on fire with lust, arousal that she did not understand.

Steven twisted as John's warm breath brushed over her slit, though working her way down while lying on top of the smaller leopard was not the most comfortable position, quite honestly, for her to take. It would have to do, however, as she pinned the grunting, groaning leopardess down. As much as Steven squirmed, she was forced to bear through her body heating up – and that was not solely from having another, heavier body on top of her, holding her down.

John knew what she was going through, though she was more familiar than ever with the rampant arousal, what pushed its way insistently into her mind every day. There was no escaping it, even in sleep, and she reasoned with herself with a subtle shudder that she would be doing her father a favour if she at least took the edge off her need, even though Steven would not know that she was doing her a kindness.

It was the least she could do, pausing to gather her courage as she suckled on a couple of her nipples, the ones that she could most easily find in the fluff of her soft, grey fur, her underbelly a lighter shade than the rest of her. John tried to think of the snow leopard as someone else, something else, though not a cat – that would have been wrong. If it was Kate, maybe, for she'd been pretty hot in bed, though it repulsed John to even consider sleeping with Kate in a memory or as a possibility.

No… It wasn't the right thought to keep her going. Better to focus on Steven and her pleasure, using her name instead of thinking of Steven as her father. If she could draw that line, it might be a little easier for her as she nuzzled into her pussy, trying to replicate things that she thought might have felt nice on her body. After all, with so much depravity in their world, they had to take what pleasure they could when they could. John wondered when she had fallen so far as to think that that was reasonable, but pushed the thought aside, a long lap of her tongue running over the snow leopard's slit.

Under her Steven gasped and let out what could only be referred to as a moan, trying to arch her back, though the jolting shock of pleasure was not to be denied. She might not have known what was happening, her mind reeling with shock, horror, disgust, too many emotions conflicting and smashing into one another, all at once, but she knew that it felt good. And it was in the wrong place! She wasn't supposed to have a pussy down there, not like a woman! But Steven was not a woman, not a man, not even human anymore, even though her mind screamed and battered against the cage of her mind, screaming and hollering for a release that would not come.

Who could have known that seeking out her sons could have reached such a terrible end?

“Find your position, John, so she can see your slit, see how much you're enjoying this… Remember, you're doing this all for her, Steven. This is for your son. Don't you want your son to feel good?"

Steven shuddered, but had no choice in the matter as John lifted her hips. As she was partially pinning her father's body still with the bulk of hers and her muscle, she didn't have to adjust too much to get into a standard sixty-nine, something that she felt that she hadn't done with another human being in years. Of course, Kate took a sick kind of thrill in seeing her perform a sex position that was typically for human beings with her brother, a lion, forcing John to take his cock into her maw multiple times over. Lapping and licking, however, were far easier for a lion, even if she had to be careful of her raspy tongue. There was something in her transformation, however, that had made her tongue softer than expected, which helped at least a little.

Pushing her sex back in her father's face, John squatted carefully, half-listening to Kate and half wondering what the hell she was doing. Though there was a part of her that understood that she couldn't stop what was happening, even though she wanted to run away, squatting lower and lower under her wet sex pressed over Steven's muzzle. The snow leopard squirmed and tried to pull away, but Kate would not let that happen.

“Grind on her face, John, let her see how much you love his, how much you need your father to please you. You do want to please your son and make her feel good, don't you, Steven? Yes, yes, you do, you do…"

Kate answered for Steven, whose answering growl could have had a bit more venom behind it, despite her position. The snow leopard growled more loudly, though was too cautious of hurting her son to fight back. Was that really what John wanted? How could he do that to her? In Steven's mind, John was still a man, even though the evidence of her femaleness was right there before her eyes, the lioness' folds squashing down over her nose, enveloping it.

“Mmmhhhmmmph!"

Under the lioness, Steven squirmed and fought, forced to breathe in John's scent, over and over again, as if there was no fresh air at all left in the world. Her body ached and prickled and John ground back down on her, straining for pleasure, already letting harsh, chuffing pants of breath. It was easier for John to lose herself, but Kate's firm hand on the back of her head even as she ground on her father's muzzle directed her down to her father's sex.

A slit of a pussy greeted her as John finally went to work, lapping long and slow, pleasing her, showing her what a feline body could do, even if they were really human inside. Was that the worst or the best thing of it? It would surely have been worse if they had all been genuine cats, but Kate would not have been able to control them in that way if they had not had sapience, intelligence suited to direction and control.

She took it slow, letting Kate see, even tilting her head a little so that the camera could have a better view, knowing, by then, exactly what it was that Kate liked. If she could placate Kate a little, maybe things wouldn't be so bad.

She teased over Steven's outer lips, the outside of her slit, with her tongue, fluttering and lapping, spreading them apart to dip inside her sweetness, finding her clit. It was tricky, but she had had her brother between her legs more than enough for her to know where it was, that it was not quite like it was with a human, though hardly anyone in the world probably knew that big cats had that part of their anatomy. The only problem with John having one was that it was more sensitive when Mike's barbs raked and pulled over it, which could cause difficulty sometimes.

Steven had to bear it though, thrusting, grinding, her body acting without the consent of her mind. Such was the effect of the arousal injection, transforming her mind, breaking her down, showing her what she never thought she could be. She huffed hotly, tail lashing the ground, but the weight of her son's body above her kept her in place, forced to submit despite everything, despite where she wanted to be, anywhere else but there in that moment.

John was not dissuaded, however, not by how her father shuddered back and forth, tickling her clit with the tip of her tongue, lapping deeply up into her passage as if she was trying to penetrate her with something else. Of course, a lion did not have fingers to penetrate with so her tongue would have to do, being that she was also lacking a penis, though John swallowed hard, trying to ignore the fact that Mike had more than enough dick for both. There was no mistake as to what he would be doing with their father when Kate decided it was time, after all.

“Nice and deep… Let's see if we can make your father moan, shall we?"

The lioness trembled, but nodded faintly, showing that she had heard. She had to do it, telling herself that there was no other choice as Steven whimpered, her tongue working away inside her, her father's muzzle buried against her pussy. As much as John ground and humped back against her while she ate out her father's cunny, she couldn't get him to lick her back, finally breaking him into a moan, seconds ticking by.

Seconds became minutes, the lioness demonstrating her skills, everything that her tongue could do. After spending so much time with Mike, she had gained a few tricks, running her tongue around the edge of Steven's sex before plunging inside, shocking her. The snow leopard convulsed under her as John made her guess what was going to happen next, swapping between penetrating her deeply, so much so that it pulled at the core of her being, and using her tongue to flick her clit. Even though she did not have a shaft, she was still able to employ flexibility in what she was doing, her tongue sweeping and stroking, rubbing over her clit, bearing down.

It almost made her feel good to feel her father quivering against her as she was, the snow leopard a different kind of body to her brother. Yet John was never supposed to enjoy what was happening to her, even if Kate would have enjoyed knowing how far she had been broken, moaning into her father's sex while her own wettened further. She could not hide her arousal and yet there was a part of her that still tried to. Every time John tried to lift her hips, however, Kate was right there to push them back down into place.

“There's a good girl, John, make sure your father feels every bit of you now… That's right…"

She trembled, trying a different tact, pulling back slightly to focus on using her large paws on Steven's fluffy tail.

“What a good girl, keep doing that, use all your paws, John. Steven is going to love you treating her like such a queen!"

Steven moaned, though it was not from being treated like a queen, per se, but just from too many sensations crowding through her body, demanding precedence, all at once. She'd never thought of a cat's tail as sensitive, yet it undoubtedly was as those huge paws skilfully folded around it. Steven could not help but groan, rocking her hips back and forth, as if she was trying to hump up at John, rather than trying to get away.

She didn't understand the sensations inside her, the deep twist and pull within her sex, how it felt like her stomach was aching. She needed something that she could not put a name to, the scent of a lion enveloping her, drowning her, though she still could just about breathe, even if her son wasn't making it all that much easier for her. John pressed down on her muzzle more and more urgently, rocking her hips, but it was the long sweeps of her tongue along with the combined kneading of her paws that did it for her.

What Steven did not know was that she was nearing her very first orgasm as a female – as a big cat. The snow leopard's tail tried to sweep itself out of John's hold, not knowing what else to do, but it was not for her to decide, not when she was broken, not when she was used, fruitlessly tugging at the bonds that kept her forepaws together, trapped between her body and John's.

“There you go, girls… Hold it… John, take it easy."

John's ears twitched back to Kate, but she didn't say anything. Steven's fluffy tail, right at the base, slowly drenched with her juices as she was ordered to edge her father. John didn't think too much on it, considering it was pretty much what Kate had done to her when the whole affair had begun, bringing her to the edge repeatedly with a dildo until Mike could not help but mount her.

Maybe it was her turn in humiliation and debasement to do the same to her father. Yet it was not as bad as she could have thought, even if she knew that Kate would have worse in store. One thing that John had learned was that she had to take those tiny moments of reprieve wherever they popped up, in case they didn't come again for a long time.

Up and down… Steven thrashed, though the lioness' larger, bulkier body was more than enough to hold her down, using the weight of her bulk against her, even if she did not have as much natural muscle on her as a wild lion might. It was hard for her to time bringing Steven to the edge repeatedly, though that was what Kate was for, stopping her with a gentle touch on her head, though she didn't want to interfere too much. It was a show put on by the big cats, after all, so she wouldn't need to do too much.

She was just there to guide, to show them the way, to teach them how to do it so that they wouldn't need her to direct so much. If they could all please one another and lean into her lustful plans when she wasn't there to force them, after all, that would be all the better for her…

“Such a good girl, teaching your father how to be a proper big cat," Kate praised her, though it was not any kind of praise that John would have chosen for herself. “Good girl… Nice and deep now… Keep her on the edge."

It was worse like that, John not able to even pretend that Kate wasn't there, as much as that was difficult at the best of times. It was as if Kate had to infiltrate herself into everything, sinking her cruel claws into John each and every time she tried to carve out something of a life for herself even in the sanctuary. Yet all John caught herself doing was mewling weakly, lapping deeply, trying to get her father off quickly even as Steven squirmed and faded softly under her.

She didn't have much to push back on, Steven, that was. She had been taken from her life and thrust into an entirely new one, one that, for her, would never again be the same. She'd been a father looking for her sons and all that had changed in the blink of an eye, reeling in shock at how John lapped deeply up into her, how her tongue pushed and swirled around, tugging at her sex as if she knew exactly what she was doing. She struggled, pushing back against John's sex, but the lioness thought that she was getting into it and ground back more urgently on her muzzle, showing her all that her dripping slit could offer.

Finally, Kate gave the word.

“Do it."

John didn't hold back, lavishing attention on her father, hoping that Steven would know that she was sorry, so very sorry, even though she was not sure there would ever again be a chance for her to convey that to him. She delved her tongue deep and swirled it around and around her clit, suckling it into her lips as the leopard screamed and thrashed. The massaging effect of the lion's large paws was what did it for her, however, sending her tumbling and rolling headlong over the edge, the point of no return.

It was the most intense orgasm that her father had ever experienced – John could say that, as she had been there herself, though it felt as if it had been a lifetime ago. It did not feel recent at all, not in any way, but she held her father down with as kind and as loving a paw as she could, whimpering into her sex, growling, letting even those soft vibrations from her muzzle travel into the snow leopard's body, furthering her pleasure.

Yet the leopard could not ride out such a powerful orgasm forever, left bone-weary and shaking, shuddering against the hard floor with a strong, muscular body over her. Dimly, Steven was hardly even aware of where she was, the reek of lion in her nose, her face itchy with hair, her tail trying to sweep back and forth, back and forth, a hypnotic twist. But her reality was not gone, even as her body ached more fiercely than it even had before, demanding rest, yet still throbbing with illicit heat.

Steven shuddered.

More… She had to have more. But why?

Kate didn't allow her to rest, not as she directed John to flip Steven back onto her belly, John sliding over the snow leopard's back so that she was held in place. The bulk of the lion bore down over her shoulders and held her to the ground, though Steven was still busy catching her breath. She didn't have much of a need to break free, her nose tipping down, not quite knowing what she was doing, where she was, only that her body felt good. Maybe that was just one way that her mind sought to protect her from a time that was set to rip her from her life, her reality. But she would have to face what her son was doing to her sooner or later.

“Good work, John… But hold her steady now. She needs to learn how to please, doesn't she? But she'll be a good cat too, just like you, all in time, all in good time."

John trembled, pushing over her father's back, facing her tail as Kate directed her and pushing down so that her slit landed squarely on the bridge of Steven's muzzle. Under her, the snow leopard trembled, though didn't seem to have the strength in her to complain. John tried not to think about that too much, for it might well have been the thing to break her.

“Grind on her, go on. Put on the show you really want to, John."

That left the lioness guessing what Kate wanted, but it was not that bad, to be fair, even though it was mechanical, her body knowing and understanding what it needed to do, all to satisfy, in some small way, the raging heat inside her. She did as she was told though, even if her mind could not slip away, the pads of her paws releasing heat in sweat anxiously, tail swinging back and forth as she found a pace that suited her.

Rubbing her wet, sloppily messy slit over her father's face should not have felt as good as it did, but John soon found herself unable to stop, the injection taking over, debasing her to do whatever it took to satisfy the heat inside her. It kept coming and comping, for John had not yet been allowed to climax, panting for it, heaving for it, losing herself wholly in the lust for it in a way that she never had before. Her father twisted under her, but she did as well as she could in ignoring how she snorted wetly, trying to breathe through an increasingly insistent flow of feline juices, John's moans filling the room.

“Good girl… Harder now…"

Of course, the camera was still trained on her pussy, showing her degradation, though it didn't make it any better, that time, that it was a shared humiliation, one that could not be set aside through any means of trying. No, John had to quite literally grind through the moment as her sloppy juices, arousal getting the better of her, drooled and dripped onto her father's face. Her father could barely even breathe through the slop of it, dripping into her eyes and nostrils too, though it was John's rampant humping back down onto her muzzle that got it on the screen of the TV, splattering wildly. But wasn't that the full flush of degradation, after all?

Holding Steven's fluffy tail in one hand, Kate laughed aloud, taking more pleasure in it than she should, using the tip to tickle the leopard's pussy with the fluff. The light brushing had the snow leopard twisting and trying to hump, confused as to what her body was trying to do, her mind still very much straining to keep up with everything, not understanding despite the TV before her. To Steven, it still looked and almost felt as if it was happening to someone else, s if her mind wasn't quite matching up what she saw with what her body fed back to her mind. But it didn't matter, not really, not when the snow leopard would have more than enough time to come to terms with her fate as she spent time with her sons.

Kate's fingers passed the tail of to John, who grabbed onto it, knowing all too well what to do with it, kneading it between her large paws, wherever she could reach on the length. No spot within her reach was left untouched as she pumped her paws up and down, pressing that tail to the floor so that she had a little better leverage to massage it. Her lips and teeth too were utilised, nibbling and even chewing on it, sending little electric thrills of pleasure shooting down the length.

Under her, Steven moaned, head reeling. How could it feel so good to have a tail? It was like having a far more intimate part of her massaged, though it didn't make sense, not to her, not at all. But it was a good thing indeed that John knew what to do with her tail, stimulating it at just the right times and places, the gentle prick of her claws and teeth invigorating. Her father whimpered and shuddered, though John already knew what she was learning, that their tails were quite the erogenous zones!

A pity that none of it was Steven's choice though, her body taken and used without her permission, hissing and panting and moaning, swimming through swathe after swathe of lust, as if it was never again going to allow her to take a full breath, to soothe the tension in her body. John kept her tail out of Mike's way, lifting her gaze as Kate snapped her fingers, the camera levelled and ready.

“Now…" She murmured silkily. “Now, it is your turn. Come and spend some time with your father, Mike, since you wanted so badly to join in with this. Didn't you, Mike? Don't lie to us, of course, not us… Not your dear father. We should all know about how your dirty, kinky desires run in the family, it's nothing to be ashamed of."

Of course, that was not true and Mike shook his head. No… No, he couldn't do it, would resist, just like John had, though he was going to be successful, he told himself. He wasn't going to give in to Kate's sick, twisted ways, he was going to be the one of them that found a way to stop it all, to change the course of things.

Yet Kate wasn't going to allow that to happen, something that even Mike, with his half-hard cock plumping out his furry sheath, balls heavy and full behind, should have known. But Mike wasn't much one for learning any lesson the first time.

“Remember, Mike…"

She could not speak about their blackmail when she was forcing them to create the illusion that the twins wanted everything that they were doing, but Mike knew what she meant. He shuddered, shrinking back even as he was pulled forward, the risk to his family, the one that he had made for himself and his genetic family. It wasn't right that Kate could control him just like that, with no more than a hard look and a firm point, but he dipped his head all the same to the snow leopard's pussy.

He lapped and lapped, though hormones worked more fervently on him as he got into it, moaning and grunting, his cock pushing out more and more. He leaned into it hungrily, turned on, aroused, his skin prickling, tail lashing. The lion simply could not help himself as he crushed his nose into her pussy while John kneaded Steven's tail, their father's tail. The fact that it was his father that he was eating out made Mike jolt, but he could not bear to stop, not solely from the threats that Kate had made to his family. No, there was a sick part of the lion that leaned into that instinct too, that knew what it needed, what it wanted, didn't see anything wrong in the relationship at all.

His horniness got the better of him as he growled into the snow leopard's pussy, bringing her to a sharp orgasm under Kate's direction, not caring, not knowing, only needing her, her hot sex, her pussy. It ached so very deeply through him that Mike hardly knew what he was doing, not at all, hissing and grunting, his cock swaying under his belly as if it had gotten a mind of its own. Never had it been that hard, the scent of two females evidently in heat before him (even if it was partly the influence of the arousal injection coursing through them, pump after pump of blood keeping it moving around their bodies).

He needed them both, wanted them, falling prey, all over again, to a lion's instinct and a lion's need, pushing over the snow leopard with a snarl. Mike was only vaguely aware of what he was doing and John trembled away from him, shifting as much to the side as she could on top of their father so that the male lion was not blocked in any way. That wasn't something that she wanted to get in the way of, though there was a tiny part of her mind that was glad that it was not her that was getting pounded that time.

But his cock was not one designed to push into a leopard, even one who had been subdued and forced to submit as she had. She twisted and panted heavily as her son, inch after slow, tantalising inch, pushed into her, slowly penetrating her. It was not by choice, but purely due to Mike's size that the lion was forced to take his time, coming back to his senses enough to remember that he didn't want to hurt her, didn't want to hurt their father. Yet the tightness around his cock squeezed him so tightly that it was a hard task indeed for the lion not to cum immediately and fill her up to the brim. He knew that he would be ready to go again in no time at all.

Deeper and deeper… It took a long time to stretch her out to her fullest extent, amazed that he had still more of his cock left to go, her pussy aching deeply as if she could not stretch anymore. The snow leopard's cries, however, fell on deaf ears that were not listening to her, Mike grunted deep in the back of his throat, his muscles aching, trembling, putting more force into opening her “virgin" pussy for the very first time than he had into any mating with John. When he bottomed out, at last, the lion let out a puffing sigh of relief, tail drooping. But it was only just beginning.

“Nice and slowly, Mike, drag it out… This is what you need…"

It was not what Mike needed, but what Kate told him that he needed, the lion's mane bristling. Of course, he had to remember that he had no choice in the matter and that was, perhaps, one of the things that made it a little easier for him to hump slowly, spreading the snow leopard beyond anything that her body should have expected to take, though the barbs raking there were familiar to her species. He could not forget, however, that it was his father under him, the man who had raised him, that he had to be slow, that he had to be gentle. He could not hurt her, even if she was a different species, the language barrier between them seemingly insurmountable. Mike had never been very good at all with languages.

John growled, kneading her father's tail, encouraging her to relax while Mike humped, rolling his hips, hunching over her back end without pushing too much over the leopard's back – John was in the way, after all. He prolonged it, drawing it out as much as possible, the tightness slacking off a touch after the initial penetration. John could not help but watch, under the pretence that she was making sure that Mike wasn't hurting their father, for that was one thing that she most likely could stop.

John did as she was told by Kate, her mind drifting from one command to the next, the fur of the leopard's face, between her eyes, rubbing her cunny, her slit aching for more, even then desperate to be filled. It was right but it was wrong and it was wrong in all the right ways – and John didn't even care anymore. Not when her whole body shook with heat that could not be contained, humping and grinding, watching avidly as Mike was encouraged to pick up the tempo, letting a more urgent rise cram insistently into his thrusting, pushing hips.

The twins faced each other, their bodies weighing down their helpless father, the man who had done so very much for them. And what was it that they were doing for him? Mike growled, shaking off the thought as Kate ran her fingers through his mane, though there was nothing tender behind them. She just wanted a good shot as Mike's thrusts grew more and more intense, John panting harshly out through an open mouth, tongue fluttering with every breath raked in between her sharp, glistening teeth.

“There's my good cats, keep going… You're doing so well… Putting on such a good show…"

John pushed back a little, grinding her slit directly against the front of Steven's nose and mouth, not caring what she was doing. There was no difference anymore between the flush of humiliation and arousal, both the same in her mind, aching through her, a need that flared and snarled and demanded attention. It was even more poignant than eating, a rumble of hunger, demanding that she do something, anything, to take care of the need.

Mike pushed further over their father, letting Steven's body twist a little as Kate pushed her head down, directing them. The lions were almost too far gone to realise that Kate was speaking to them, close to orgasm, panting and heaving, though Mike knew what to do the moment his lips touched the nipples of his father. He suckled on them lewdly, lashing them with his tongue, such an instinctive reaction that it was as if it was one that, with him, had not even needed training. In the lewdest way, they had been forced into a love triangle that was entirely not of their own choosing.

Kate had everything perfect, a second camera set up to capture everything, for she could not point her own at John's pussy and Steven's pussy at the same time, to capture all three orgasms coming at once. The lions screamed a roar as the snow leopard let out a more muffled groan, a cock pounding her and a pussy crammed onto her face, using her muzzle as if she was a willing partner at best and an unwilling object, a sex toy, at worst. Yet John could not help it, looking into her brother's eyes as they shared a climax, Steven's passage clenching and milking the length of Mike's barbed cock.

Mike's load was thicker than ever, forcing its way deep into the snow leopard, bubbling forth as if it was seeking somewhere else to go, too much for Steven to contain. It gushed and squirted out around the length of his cock with every spurt, the snow leopard hardly even squirming, weak and submissively, yet it was partially the force of her orgasm that was responsible for that. She was not to be blamed for giving in, some part of her human mind knowing that there was nothing she could do against the might of two predators who were already so much larger than she was.

“Look up, Steven, look how much your sons adore you, how much you're doing for them… Isn't this all a good thing?"

Kate's tones rolled over the snow leopard though, to be fair to her, it was not all that bad, not really. Her mind was lost, even though she was still human, trying to lock away the active part of her brain so that she did not have to think about, actively, what was happening to her. If she did not have to feel every little thing, she could stay safe in her mind, she didn't have to lose herself entirely. Maybe she could even come back to her mind in her own way and time, regrouping, planning an escape, though Steven did not yet know that that, of course, was never going to come to pass. The others had already tried and been blackmailed into staying, though Steven did not want to spend the rest of her days being used and abused by her very own sons. Who would have ever wanted that?

Her eyes fixed on the screen as her son dismounted from her, a heady slop of cream spilling from her pussy, her gaping sex strained by the brute force of his oversized cock. Kate zoomed in salaciously on the mess, making sure that the camera caught every drooling drop, how the slick of Mike's cum clung to her fur in beads, how it soaked in deeply in some parts too. It was all part of the show as she took several shots, even taking up a second camera for still frames also, taking her time. Still and submissive, not knowing what else to do with herself, Steven panted heavily, her chin resting on the ground. What more could she do? She could barely move as it was, weak and exhausted, every muscle in her body aching.

“John… Mike… Come admire your handiwork. You've done a number on your dear father. You've done such a good job, bringing him into your kinky fold."

John did as asked, woodenly, as if she was not really seeing anything, though Mike's low growl of sympathy for their father made her heart turn over. Oh, it was not right, her poor father's stretched and abused sex gaping wide, even able to see the snow leopard's inner walls and how they were coated with his seed, drooling, dripping, clinging as if it did not want to let go. Even then, a slow stream of cum oozed out, steadily, as if it could not be stopped, decorating her with Mike's seed, evidence of the debauchery that they had forced her into.

Whether John thought that “they" was Kate or herself and her twin, she could not say.

“Oh, John… Such a pity that you could not mount your father yourself. Take a closer look."

She grabbed the back of John's head, fingers sliding controllingly down to the collar, forcing her head in, making her look, though John would have done it on a verbal command. She was that far gone, shaking, despair curling through her, hot and humiliating and sickening her to her core. All she could see, as her head was held down there, passive in her own life, was the cum dripping from her father's sex, how it clung and slipped out, the messiest cream-pie that she had ever seen. Even her body didn't stretch quite like that, but Mike had a cock better suited for her size than he was for a snow leopard's body.

The image burned itself into her mind, the lewd, gaping sex, so strained, so stretched, that it genuinely looked like it would never tighten up again. Kate made sure she would never forget it.

Holding her down, Kate forced her in even closer, forcing her to seal her mouth around her father's dripping sex, taking that cream into her maw despite her weak struggles. Although Steven could have done something, squirmed and shifted away at the very least, the snow leopard just lay there, allowing the lioness' muzzle to be smeared against her pussy, messy cum marking her muzzle. If John had looked up and taken note, she would have seen how the light of resistance had left her father's eyes. It might come back again, one day, but no time soon.

“Lick, come on, good girl," Kate encouraged her. “On the clit now."

That was something, at least, that she could focus on, slow lashes of her tongue finding her father's clit, the pleasurable span of flesh that she could tease and flick and even curl her tongue around. With Steven's sex stretched as much as it was, it was easy for her to find it, though the snow leopard's body responded as if it had been jolted with heat.

And John knew what she was experiencing, feeling the need to orgasm, for sexual intercourse, flowing through her, a fiery, burning need that simmered under her skin. It strained and strained and she could not help it, moaning into Steven's pussy and lapping more and more deeply, licking and teasing and pleasing. All she had to do was to lick and to make her orgasm again and everything would be okay.

Everything would be okay if she just kept licking. All she had to do was to keep licking.

It was easier that way, pushing into it. The lioness lied to herself, pleasuring her father, trying to make it easier for her. If she was wetter, maybe her father would be able to forget what was happening to her, at least a little bit. But John could hardly even explain or justify any of it to herself, not while Kate was there, lording it over them, the long, slow laps of her tongue pressing into the snow leopard's slit, around her clit, flicking and teasing.

Steven panted heavily under her, but John hardly even realised that they were her father anymore. To her mind, they were just another body that needed pleasuring, feeding the heat of her lust as Kate cooed to her, the voyeur of Mike watching on. Her tongue pushed into the leopard's gaping pussy in long, slow laps, pulling cum from her, though it was mixed with her arousal, a sloppy mix of intrinsically feline juices. Only a few months ago, John would never have considered such a thing. Now, it was part of what her life had become, her daily routine, even if it had most often been her pussy being filled before.

How times had changed… And not for the better. Not even as she made her father squirm, lashing her clit, following Kate's direction as she switched back and forth from long, slow, languid laps of her tongue to short flicks and twists, changing it up. She couldn't stick to one thing for too long, however, and, soon enough, her father tried to roll back against her, the fervent, heated arousal that claimed her impossible to deny. It was as stringent a need as breathing, something that she had to do, and denying it was outside the realm of any possibility, their current reality.

Steven climaxed quickly, suddenly, with a sharp yowl, clawing at the floor helplessly with her bound forepaws, though that was not something that John was thinking about. The sheer force of her father's orgasm forced a gush of sexual juices down her passage, drooling thickly from her gash. It squirted right into John's mouth in a way that could not be drawn away from quickly enough, spilling and dripping around her tongue, swilling into her mouth.

John hacked and gagged, shaking her head and backing away rapidly; that time, Kate didn't hold her there and only laughed.

“Aw, was that too much for you, John? Poor thing!"

Yet there was no sincerity in her tone, not even as John tried to paw and wipe a mix of cum and lioness juices from her muzzle, though she could not get it out of her mouth. No matter how much she lapped and licked at her own muzzle, the taste was there to stay, the feel of her father staying on her muzzle forever.

She'd not been allowed water to “wash" with since she'd arrived there. John had no reason to believe that that was going to change any time soon.

Yet her heart sank with Kate's next words.

“That was only round one, John… Get your rest, recover… You'll be ready again in no time."

John's heart turned over. She should have thought of that. She should have anticipated that, after all that Kate had done with them, to them, every last second of it recorded on camera for the rest of their lives.

But the flare of heated arousal still curled through her, denying the lioness even the opportunity to say no with the effects of the injection aching through her bloodstream. She paned heavily, her dark lips pulling back to show her teeth, though there was no snarl on John's muzzle. She was too dejected, too aroused, too needy to do so.

She belonged to Kate and only Kate, her sex dripping, her free will taken from her. She had had hope, but that very hope had been so easily ripped away, all as if it had never been. Her father looked down at the ground, as if she had already been defeated, the one that John and Mike, in some way, had hoped would save them.

There was no saving them, not as John's body ached desperately, tail lashing back and forth in a hypnotic sway. Not even then, she could not deny the pulsing need of her body, her stomach sinking.

Kate or no Kate, once she'd been hit by that needle, she'd lost all free will when it came to lust at that very point.

Continued in part three…