If You Grab A Tigress By The Tail...
Story by rand0m on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description provided.
The smoke was a rich, peaty thing that seemed to crawl through the still air of the jungle, and the two huntresses had caught its smell long before they spotted it. They stalked toward it, twin striped shadows almost invisible in the sun-dappled undergrowth. The wood-smoke carried with it the scent of meat and blood, a delightful homey aroma for the two tigresses, except for the fact it wasn’t coming from their village. All prey belonged to the tribe, and this fire told of a successful but greedy hunter who was trying to smoke and cure his kill away from prying eyes, in an attempt to hoard food.
Rivah hung back a few paces behind Tavi, her mother and, as her elder, also the leader of their two-woman hunting party. Well, Rivah counted herself as a woman in her head, although her mother kept reminding her that age had nothing to do with it – until she mated, she would be a girl, no matter how big she got. The difference in their appearance only drove the point home.
Tavi had a more robust figure of the two, a consequence of having given birth to three cubs. Although in her matron years, the tigress still possessed the grace and vitality of a woman half her age, the consequence of being one of the best hunters in their tribe. Her uncovered breasts were full after nursing three children, but the muscles underneath them ensured they still rode high on her chest. Her hips were also wider than her daughters, the long, finely-muscled legs below them ideally suited for either break-neck chases or disemboweling kicks.
Those same hips also supported a leather loin cloth, the only article of clothing between the two. As an unmated woman (technically girl) Rivah wasn’t allowed one. Once she’d conceived a child she would earn the right to keep her femininity out of sight, unless she was looking for a mate. The other difference was Tavi’s long russet braid, a thick glossy rope that almost reached the base of her tail. It filled Rivah with envy every time she braided it, all the time being lectured by her mother that it is a child’s duty to tend to their mother’s mane, and that if she wanted one of her own she’d better find a nice young male and lift her tail for him. The young tigress’ own mane, although a beautiful shade of bright copper, was somewhat shaggy and tied behind her head with a leather strip. She had, in an act of rebellion and impatience, braided a few slim strands that now framed her face and helped her feel a little more womanly.
It certainly wasn’t true that she wasn’t looking for a male, as her mother insisted. She just had a particular male in mind for her first time. Khajat was born in the same year she was and she’d watched him grow from a feisty cub into a striking young tiger just entering his prime. He had mated with one of her older cousins, so now that he was proven fertile there were quite a few young tigresses with their slitted eyes on him. If it was up to Rivah, she’d be hunting with Khajat now instead of her mother, but the older feline insisted her daughter still wasn’t ready to hunt without her.
True, if she and the young tiger had gone out on a hunt by themselves they likely would have come back empty handed but nevertheless quite satisfied and worn out. But Tavi would be mortified if her daughter’s first trip without her was a failure because it would reflect poorly on her teachings. She was quite willing to let Rivah invite Khajat along with them, but her daughter had flat-out refused. While a young tigress mating in front of her mother was quite acceptable, if a bit old-fashioned, Rivah didn’t trust her mother to sit quietly on the sidelines without advising and correcting her. And she didn’t trust Khajat to keep his eyes on her, rather than the admittedly more buxom feline.
As the two silently approached the source of the smoke they were surprised to hear fairly loud voices. The assumption that it was a member of their tribe engaged in some stealthy poaching was quickly dispelled, especially when the two realized they couldn’t understand what the people (males, by their sound) were saying. Making their way closer they saw the skin of a freshly skinned wild goat, no doubt the very meat being roasted. The useful hide had been discarded some distance away from the fire and was already swarming with flies. Nobody among their people would be so wasteful.
They approached five strange figures gathered around a fire and talking loudly as they ate the freshly roasted meat. What little of their skin was exposed seemed smooth, apart from the tops of their heads, and the rest of their bodies was covered in strange clothing patterned in greens, tans and browns. Both felines were reminded of the stories telling of a time their kind spread to these regions in generations past. They had supposedly encountered a race of bald-bodied ape-like creatures that spoke some sort of language and used tools, just like people. However, apart from using tools for work, these strange savages relied on them even for hunting and fighting, having tiny dull teeth and no claws what so ever. They were described as belligerent and dim, being almost deaf and seeming to lack any real sense of smell. Their ancestors had supposedly easily driven them off, killing any who refused to run, so much so that these strange beings existed as only as characters in fairytales, cautioning the young against oafish behavior and disrespecting those stronger than them.
Rivah guessed the five creatures were male, although who knew what was under those clothes. They certainly didn’t seem very big, although they were still quite a bit away. Her mother motioned for her to come closer and whispered softly in her ear.
“You will attack from this side, I’ll circle to the left. Wait until I pounce before advancing on them. We will kill each one and go back to tell the others.” Tavi finished, her voice perfectly steady as she gave the instruction that her daughter acknowledged with a nod. The law was clear – poachers from other tribes were to be killed unless they surrendered, in which case they were brought before the elders to stand trial. But these strange things weren’t people, and the law didn’t protect them anymore than it did the other animals.
The females separated and crept forward almost on all fours, making sure their white-furred chests and bellies weren’t showing. The loud poachers still seemed oblivious, glutting themselves on stolen meat and conversing loudly. One of them got up and raised a shiny looking cup.
“Well boys, here’s to survival training done right! Fuck dried food rations!” he spoke loudly in some gibberish tongue, and was answered by hoots and barks of approval from the rest. A few moments later one of them picked up some strange object up from the ground and said something to the others, this time in a lower voice. The five put their food down, got up and started looking around. So, they aren’t complete imbeciles Rivah thought, although even alert they seemed dull-witted. They weren’t poised to either fight or flee, those tiny ears weren’t moving to pick up the sound off potential stalkers, nor were they sniffing the air. One of them seemed to call for something that sounded like “terma gogls” and was passed another strange object. The idiot then actually covered his eyes with the thing before turning around, as if he could see through the strange thing.
He whispered something to the man who had spoken loudly by the fire and each man took yet another strange trinket from a sheath on his hip. They held them raised in front of them, squinting into the thicket surrounding them. Rivah stood stock still, confident that she was well hidden. One of the bipeds seemed to spot her, but the tigress couldn’t be sure. If he had seen her, why was he standing still with that thing raised in front of him, instead of either attacking or running away? As she pondered this, she became aware of a slight whistling noise, following by a stinging pain in her shoulder. Looking down she noted she was suddenly sporting a flower of some sort. Her vision and mind seemed to be blurring, as she examined the strange thing, with its long pale stem and a pretty, puffy red blossom.
*******
Rivah woke groggily to the sounds of cheering humans, feline snarls and rhythmic slapping. She forced her hazy vision to focus and was stunned by the sight her eyes beheld. The creatures had made a tripod out of saplings and had bound her mother’s hands to the top of it. One of them was holding her hips and thrusting violently into her, making the slapping sound that had filled her ears. From her vantage point on the ground the stunned feline could see the older tigress’ face contorted in a mask of pain, rage and indignation as she was taken against her will. She could also see the human’s cock pistoning in and out from between her mother’s legs, the white goo dripping from her telling the young tigress that this wasn’t the first male to use her. She tried to get up and rush the bastards doing this to her, but despite still being sluggish she realized her hands were also bound at the wrists.
“Hey, looks like Ginger’s coming ‘round.” one of the males watching her mother’s rape spoke, looking down at her.
“Good, get her up here, I hate standing in fuckin’ lines…” said another.
Rivah couldn’t understand a word of their mongrel tongue, but guessed it’s meaning when she found herself being lifted up and brought to the tripod. One of the apes held her rear and up while the other bent her over and tied her hands next to her mother’s, the gathered males leering all the while.
“Anyone got any idea how many laws and protocols we’re breaking now, with the whole ‘uncontacted tribe’ thing?”
“Like I give a damn!” replied the one holding her up “They were the ones sneaking up on us.”
“Still, you gotta *grunt* give it to these cunts” the one rutting Tavi spoke “if it wasn’t for perimeter sensors and thermal imaging they would have had *ungh* a drop on us!”
While the humans droned on, Rivah looked at her mother bent over next to her, suffering the fate that was surely awaiting her. The older feline looked up and made eye contact with her daughter, and young tigress felt a little emboldened. Those were not the eyes of someone resigned to their fate. Those were the eyes of a huntress, an efficient killer waiting for an opportunity.
Gritting her teeth against the pain and humiliation of the bestial coupling forced upon her, Tavi met her daughter’s eyes. To her relief, her daughter got the unspoken message and didn’t resist, and more importantly didn’t speak. The tigress doubted the humans could understand their language, since their own tongue was complete nonsense to her, but they would notice the two of them speaking, and might realize they were planning something.
The male currently slamming his strange smooth cock into her already soiled depths was the third one to mount her, but the truth was the tigress’ pride was more hurt than anything else. When she awoke she was weak and unable to stand on her own, which was probably why the apes had bound her so lightly, only tying her hands to help keep her upright. They were too concerned with what was between her legs to notice that the unrestrained limbs were now easily supporting her despite the ordeal she was going through. And since she was crouching when they caught her, lying on the ground while she was unconscious, and now bent over this tripod, none of them had seen her standing fully upright. If they had, they might have noticed that while slim and graceful in appearance she towered over most of them. And had they managed to unglue their eyes from the spectacle of her forced mating, they might have noticed she’d managed to use her claws to cut part way through the rope around her wrists.
Still, despite these mistakes (which Tavi intended to be their last) these weren’t the idiot antagonists from the stories she grew up with. Those humans had waved stone hammers and thrown pointy sticks. These had a thing which when placed in front of their eyes allowed one to spot her while she was hiding. Then one pointed something else, and an object shot through the air so fast that even she couldn’t dodge it, putting her to sleep seconds after it embedded itself into her flesh. No, these humans were dangerous, and she wouldn’t underestimate them a second time. She supposed it was fitting in a way – her pride got her into this, and it was mainly her pride that was now suffering.
“Hey, they kinda look alike. You don’t suppose Ginger here’s the big one’s daughter?” the male that had finished binding Rivah seemed to ask.
“Could be. Let’s find out…” the one behind the young tigress said before giving one of her cheeks a smack hard enough to make Rivah cry out. The instant she heard her daughter, Tavi’s head snapped towards the male as she instinctively snarled at him. The vocalization was so ferocious that all five men, including the one breeding her stopped dead for a second, all eyes wide and on her. After the second passed, however, they remembered that the beast was securely bound and chuckled at her outburst.
“Whoa, there’s your answer – that is one angry momma tiger!” The human who’d slapped Rivah said as he mauled her furry cheeks.
“Fuck man, then I’m next on Ginger. Doing a mother and then her daughter while she watches is on my bucket list!”
“The hell you are! You just finished fucking her mom. After Mitch’s done with her I’m next, you’re not getting your dick wet twice while mine is still high and dry.” Complained the one who’d first speculated about the two being related.
“So get yours wet. Their mouths are empty, aren’t they?”
“Empty my ass!” the one called Mitch spoke even as he grabbed the base of Rivah’s tail and pulled it up, exposing the tigress’ pink pussy hidden in a strip of white fur “Did you see those teeth? Probably bite through a fuckin’ tire with those…” he added as shoved two fingers inside the young tigress’ dry slit, making her wince and show off the very razor sharp fangs the human was just referring to.
Tavi’s own jaws were clenched at the sight of what was being done to her daughter, and from the knowledge she was about to share her fate. She flexed her claws in time to the thrusts of the human raping her, hoping to disguise her effort to slice the rope as a reflex caused by the violent mating. In truth, the creature’s strange cock was anything but painful for the tigress used to having her insides raked over and over by dozens of tiny barbs dotting a male of her species. Although she didn’t show it, parts of her body were enjoying having a male thrust in an out of her, especially since she’d been too preoccupied with finding a mate for her daughter to tend to her own needs. It was the degrading, humiliating situation she was in that prevented her from getting any satisfaction, so she did her best to ignore the twitching of her well-bred pussy and the stiffness of the nipples on her bouncing breasts.
A cry to her left brought her attention back to her daughter. The young tigress was gritting her teeth in pain after the male behind her had buried his entire shaft in one lunge, tearing through Rivah’s maidenhead. A low growl escaped Tavi’s throat, but she had known this would happen. Now that not all attention was on her she was making good progress on her bindings, and by the time she was done her daughter will have recovered from the sleeping drug enough to help her kill these things. The very thought of the impending bloodbath helped soothe the feline despite the sight of her daughter’s violation. The price for shedding her maiden’s blood would be every last drop in their hairless bodies!
“Holy shit, check this out!” the one penetrating Rivah called out to the others, his gaze pointing down to where his cock was sliding in and out of the bound tigress.
“Whoa, you took her cherry!”
“Fuck, I can’t believe a bitch as fine and tight as this has never been fucked.” The man impaling Rivah said as he shoved his entire length back into her no longer virgin cunt.
“Well what do you expect, their males are literal pussies!” said the man who had held a toast before the two were caught, and the first one to fuck a bound and groggy Tavi “Shit, after we’re done with these two they’ll probably follow us around like housecats, desperate for some real men to feed them some cream.” He finished and the band laughed, although one of them still inconspicuously checked the perimeter monitor. After all, males tended to be bigger than females, and these two girls seemed pretty fit.
Rivah did her best to keep from crying out any further, intent on denying the no-doubt gloating apes the satisfaction of hearing her in pain. And there was plenty of it. The tigress wasn’t ignorant about sex. Sometime after her first heat her mother had bid her watch as she mated with Biloq, a young tiger from her tribe. She had seen the young male erect, and watched as he proceeded to breed the older feline, conceiving her youngest brother. Biloq’s shaft had been long but pointed, the barbed length widening slowly until a few inches from his sheath. Her mother had explained how the barbs would scratch against her insides as a male pumped in a mixture of pain and pleasure, which she later witnessed etched on her mother’s face after she’d spread her legs for the young male.
The human’s cock was different – its head had been a blunt thing, at least as wide as the shaft, forcing her pussy to stretch suddenly around the intruder. She was grateful that at least their cocks were smooth. Her freshly deflowered cunny was hurting from the rough rutting alone, and any more pain would have been more than she could bear silently. The male was slamming as hard as he could into her, his hips smacking against her ass as he claimed her against her will. The young tigress hissed as he gripped her tail even tighter, using it to pull her ass back to meet his savage thrusts.
“Hey *ungh* isn’t there some sort of saying about holding a tiger by the tail?” the male humping Rivah’s asked.
“Yeah, supposed to be the second dumbest thing you can do.” Replied one of the men waiting for his turn.
“Yeah? What’s the first?”
“Letting one go!”
Rivah couldn’t understand their speech, but their laughter didn’t need translation. She flicked her ears back against her head, her mind overwhelmed by the shame of being taken this way by a pack of bald monkeys. To make matters worse, her body seemed to be responding in spite of her disgust. She had orgasms before. Every tigress learned during her first heat that grooming between her legs suddenly felt really good, and during those days she’d lick her slit until her back ached and her tongue went numb. But she’d been putting off a proper mating for a while, so much that her body was responding to the blunt member of the animal humping her. She did her best to ignore the sensation of a hard, warm cock sliding past her lips and the wet sounds of her first mating, focusing instead on the pain, letting it feed her anger.
“*Ugh!* Take it all, you fucking slut!”
Tavi heard the man behind her growl out, his words nonsense but his tone unmistakable as he gave several short but savage bucks into her sore sex. His strange cock swelled and twitched inside her as he shot his load, the third one the older tigress had been forced to take. As the apes disgusting slime filled her, washing out the semen already inside her, Tavi took solace that at least they wouldn’t get her with child. Even if their seed could take root in her womb, she knew from experience that it took a feline member a lot of long, hard work to get a female pregnant. Hours of sweetly painful rutting were required for a tigress to conceive, which is why she was only a mother to three despite mating every time she was in heat since she was grown. The male stayed hilted inside her, his cock still drooling cum as he ground his crotch against her rear, seeming to savor her violation.
“There you go, Chuck, now you can have a turn with momma-cat over there and I’m next on her little girl.” The one with the bucket list said as his friend’s softening cock was pulled out of Tavi, showing a slightly gaping pussy leaking pearly-white strands of cum. The man who’d just pulled out of her gave her puffy lips a sharp smack, laughing at her hiss of pain as he wiped his cum-stained hand on her rear. This seemed to satisfy the one called Chuck who walked over to the older feline, his eyes glued to her messy behind. A moment later the tigress felt his hands on her cheeks, and barely grunted as the fourth male stabbed his cock inside her.
“Fuck, mommy’s a real mess down here. It’s a wonder she’s still standing.”
Tavi was braced for another embarrassing rutting when the male surprised her by pulling completely out of her. He surprised her even more when he aimed his now cum-slick cock at her tail-hole and shoved half of it in in one brutal thrust. The stoic feline couldn’t stop a yowl from leaving her throat, her eyes tearing up from the pain and shame of this latest violation. She had heard rumors of males among her people engaging in this sort of thing, but taking a female this way was unheard of!
“Holly shit, Chuck, I don’t think she likes that!” the one waiting for Rivah spoke, looking at his friend’s cock as it stretched the older tigress’ pucker.
“Like I give a damn. Fuck, feels like the bitch’s trying to break my dick off.” The one penetrating Tavi replied, groaning as he enjoyed the sensation of her tail-hole squeezing around him. His fingers digging into the feline’s furry cheeks he pushed himself further inside, the resistance Tavi was putting up only serving to make her ass tighter.
“Ugh, fuck!” he groaned as he bottomed out inside the older tigress, giving one cheek a sharp smack. Her pucker tightened on reflex from the pain and he had to keep himself from cumming right then and there. “There’s a good girl. We’ll make a butt-slutt out of you yet!” he gloated before slowly pulling out, admiring the way that recently deflowered pucker clung to his shaft as he did.
Tavi’s ears were flat against her skull, teeth clenched in pain and humiliation. Being bred against her will by these creatures was demeaning enough, although not completely unpleasant. Having a cock shoved under her tail, on the other hand, was both degrading and painful, made even more so by the males boastful jeers. Her eyes were tearing up from the agony of her first anal penetration, but she could still see her daughter next to her. Rivah was stoically enduring the rutting her assailant was giving her, the males grunts filling both their ears as he pounded the younger feline’s slit. She also noticed the tensing of her daughter’s muscles, and realized the pain of her rape had at least served to rid her body of the drug-induced sluggishness.
The older tigress’ claws flexed in time to the thrusts of the male claiming her ass and she could feel the binds loosen as she sliced through them. The huntress prepared herself, trying to take deeper breaths despite the pounding she was enduring. A few agonizingly slow seconds later and the rope was barely intact, hanging on by a slim frayed thread. Tavi sprang into action, yanking her hands from the tripod and swinging them to the right as she crouched and pivoted on one leg, feeling some small relief as the human’s cock slipped out of her still sore pucker. Her other leg swept out, sending her rapist tumbling to the ground. He barely had time to cry out before Tavi’s claws raked the side of his neck. The gouges were deep and the spurts of blood made red streaks across the feline’s white-furred front, the smell of blood only serving to sharpen her senses.
The last one to use her slit was the nearest, and he leapt up at the sight of his fallen comrade. Good reflexes, but sadly insufficient to deal with an angry, vengeful tigress in the throes of bloodlust. He instinctively raised his guard, no doubt expecting her to rise or possibly leap up at him. With her digitigrade feet and natural feline agility Tavi saw no need to do this, choosing instead to slip past him while still crouched down. He looked down and back in time to see those razor sharp claws swing for his hamstring, but not fast enough to stop them. With another opponent down Tavi rose to regard the others, pausing only to drive the claws of one foot into the throat of the crippled male beneath her, silencing his cries of agony.
Unlike the shocked humans, Rivah was expecting the assault, and once the blood was shed, her own instincts were roused, driving away the fog of shameful arousal from her mind. The human who was only seconds ago focused on nothing apart from pumping his seed inside her had made the error of letting go of her tail even though he still hadn’t withdrawn from her. She pushed back against the male as sharply as she could, making the distracted creature stumble a step backwards to keep from falling over. As his cock slipped out of her, the tigress felt a curious sensation of emptiness in her slightly gaping sex. That didn’t stop her from swiping one leg up in a lightning fast motion, raking the human from groin to forehead with her clawed foot. The feeling of hot blood spraying across her back, as well as the humans pained howls told her she’d done enough damage to put him out of the fight, and she began to furiously slice at her bindings on her wrists, working faster than her mother since there was no longer any point in disguising the activity.
Tavi noticed one of the men fumble with some sort of sheath on his hip several paces from her. She leapt forward, pressing her hands to the ground as her legs flipped above her once, twice… By her third flip she’d reached her prey, her clawed feet sweeping down and leaving a red ruin where the male’s face used to be. She didn’t stop to savor the kill, knowing there was still one more of them out there and that he had a means of knocking her out from a distance. She sprinted away, but the remaining man had a more pressing concern.
Rivah had gotten free, and was now facing the remaining ape, her chest heaving and her slitted pupils narrowed into thin needles as she kept her eyes locked on him. He was just over striking distance, his hand poised to draw something from his hip-sheath. Tavi had circled behind the combatants, noting their stand-off but feeling little concern for her daughter. These apes had some training and decent enough fighting instincts, but their reflexes were woefully sub-par. Flanked and outnumbered, the male could only hope for a few more seconds…
As that thought entered her head she spotted a small container on the ground. The case had fallen open during the fight revealing rows of long objects, each with a very familiar red puff on the end. The three men she’d killed had done little to satisfy her need for revenge. The treatment she and her daughter had endured was unheard of among her people, and she felt it would take more than five swift deaths to settle things between them. What’s more, the survivor was the first one who raped her, the one she’d come to think of as the leader of this pack of humans. The two were still frozen as the older tigress took one dart and slid behind the male, slamming the short, thin needle into his neck and grappling with him for a few seconds before his eyes fell shut.
As the man slumped to the ground Rivah eyes went to her mother. The tigress that mere minutes before was bound and helpless as she was being gang-raped was now standing blood-streaked as she regarded the scene of carnage with some satisfaction. Still, she was puzzled why her mother didn’t just tear the throat out of the last remaining human.
“Rivah, go back to the village and get my sisters, as well as any other grown females you come across, and bring them back here. And see if Yna still has some of that potion she made for old Tovag.” She said, blood and semen dripping off her.
As the tigress rushed to obey, she couldn’t help but contemplate the strange tone in her mother’s voice as she spoke. She’d seen her mother kill plenty of times, but every time she would address her after bringing down prey her voice would be calm and level. This time, there was an eerie note of eagerness to it, and although she couldn’t be sure why, she was certain the human would regret being caught alive.
As her daughter sprinted away, Tavi regarded the clearing. The fire was still smoldering, and the tigress removed the spit with the remains of the roasted goat before tossing on the remaining firewood the humans had set aside. Next she examined their packs. The contents of their satchels didn’t interest her so she threw them on the fire, noting with satisfaction that the strange material burned quite easily. Each man had also carried a large backpack into witch was stuffed a huge sheet of some lightweight material with a great many cords attached to it. While curious, the cumbersome things were of no use of her, so on the fire they went, except for the cords, since she had a use in mind for those. She grabbed the comatose male’s hands and dragged him away to another small cleating nearby, leaving the bodies of the others to the lesser predators that inhabited the jungle…
*******
Trevor struggled to wake up, his mind foggy as he squinted, hiding his dilated pupils from the sun shining in his eyes. He was drugged, that much was clear, but everything else was a blank, and that blinding glare didn’t help. Deprived of his eyes, his other senses seemed to be working harder to compensate. He could make out voices, female, but his brain was still too fucked up to process speech, he couldn’t even tell which language it was. His nostrils flared, catching a familiar and always welcome smell. Pussy. Fuck, Trevor, you got high and passed out in a whorehouse again! he thought, hoping that when he managed to wake up this time he wouldn’t discover that the bitch had robbed him blind.
He felt a pain in his side as several sharp points pressed slowly into his flesh, just enough to break the skin and hurt like hell. It was when he tried to bat whoever was messing him away that he realized he couldn’t move and felt ropes biting into his wrists and ankles. The panic he felt, followed by the surge of adrenaline it caused finally snapped him out of his daze. His eyes popped open as a shadow fell over him and he was greeted with the sight of a familiar tigress towering over him and poking a clawed foot into his side.
The last time he saw her she was practically dripping with the blood of his buddies, but she seemed completely clean now. For a moment he was sure the squeaky clean female standing over him was someone else since her fur wasn’t even wet. Then he remembered how felines cleaned themselves, and his face went slightly green as he did. From his vantage point, he could tell there was one spot she’d either missed or omitted. She must have wiped the worst of the mess away, but her pussy was still leaking a little bit of the cum they’d dumped inside her.
Looking around he realized there was a bunch of them surrounding him. If it weren’t for the terror gripping him, the sight of the naked felines towering over him without a stich of clothing on would have been a feast for the eyes. He recognized the smaller one they’d nicknamed Ginger due to her hair, since she stood out in this crowd. All the other tigresses had more robust bodies, like her mother, and all of them had their hair braided in some manor or other, some with one or two ropes swinging behind their backs, other with thick strands falling around their shoulders. And all of them had a single look in their slitted eyes.
A childhood memory came unbidden in his post-drugged state. They had a cat on the farm where he grew up that had been a year older than him. She was a big, soft, cuddly thing, always on the lookout for a lap to jump into and purr away. When he was seven he’d seen her catch a mouse, and couldn’t believe his eyes as that same sweet animal purred happily while she cruelly tormented her helpless prey. She’d tortured the poor thing for hours before it finally died, and looking up at the tigresses from a mouse-eye view Trevor was certain that that was how they saw him.
He realized he was staked to the ground, and buck naked. Looking at his body he noted many red lines along it, telling him that the feline wasn’t very gentle as she shredded his clothes off, but was careful not to cut too deep. The tigress he’d fucked earlier crouched over him, a rumble somewhere between a purr and a growl leaving her throat. Before he knew it she’d gripped his nose and held it shut, forcing him to open his mouth. Once he did, she shoved the neck of some small gourd past his lips and poured some bitter fluid down his throat. Trevor did his best not to drown as he swallowed the vile brew that tasted like strong, overcooked tea.
As he coughed and sputtered, grimacing from the aftertaste in his mouth, he was surprised to see another tigress crouching down, and terrified when he saw her get on her knees and bend over his crotch. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth, certain he was about to have his cock bitten off. His fear was confirmed when he felt the feline’s hot breath over his privates, and he almost screamed when he felt something touch his limp cock. Even though the pain of emasculation was absent he nevertheless grit his teeth as a very rough, raspy tongue slid along his shaft over and over.
While the human was sleeping off the effects of his own drug, Tavi had told the gathered women of her and Rivah’s ordeal, and laid out her plans for her captive. She wasn’t surprised that the females were quite willing to go along with her plan, driven by a desire for vengeance and a sort of cruel curiosity. Forced mating was unheard of among them, and none of them wanted to miss this opportunity to see if there was anything appealing about such an act. And if there was anyone deserving of such a fate, surely it was the male lying on the ground before them.
So the eight gathered tigresses had agreed to use the male as they saw fit – no inhibitions, and no restraint. The brew she’d forced down his throat would ensure the compliance of the only part they needed from him. It was a potion males of her species sometimes resorted to once their manes were half-way to being gray, and they’d fed the human several times the usual dose. Tavi had allowed her eldest sister have first go at the male’s privates, having a different and of the human in mind. She almost winced at the sight of the older tigress licking along the male’s hardening shaft with her long, broad tongue. If one was gentle, the rasps on a feline tongue would merely tickle, but her sister was applying an amount of pressure usually used on a tangled patch of fur. Still, in spite of the pain, or perhaps because of the potion, the man’s cock rose, becoming the center of attention for eight pairs of feline eyes.
The man’s eyes darted this way and that as the females surrounding him began to comment on his privates in a language he couldn’t understand. Their tones of voice nevertheless spoke much, ranging from patronizing to mocking, but the ones that worried him the most were those that dripped with a perverse interest. The gathered females disappeared from view as the tigress that had drugged him placed one foot at each side of his head and squatted down facing his lower half, his vision eclipsed by the sight of her ass hanging inches from his face.
It became clear to him why the tigress hadn’t bothered to clean her cunt up as the still-oozing slit was pressed against his face. The bitch straddling his head began to purr, revving up like an engine as she rubbed her thoroughly-bred pussy all over his face, trying no doubt to get him to open his mouth. His bindings proved inescapable and Trevor did his best to catch his breath while the white fluffy rear slid up and down his face as the tigress above him relieved herself of the jizz they’d pumped inside her.
Tavi’s eyes were closed and her mouth split in a toothy grin as she savored the feeling of the male underneath her ass struggling futilely. Her paws were on his chest and she was flexing her claws rhythmically, barely breaking the skin every time she did. Although she’d never consider doing this with an actual person, she had to admit there was a part of her that was immensely enjoying this feeling of utter dominance, as she used the humans face as a rag to clean her privates.
The human’s cock was now as very much erect, from both the brew and her sister’s attentions. The older tigress moved to straddle his waist, aiming the strange, bulbous head at her slit as she slowly lowered herself. It must have felt good to the male, who’d opened his mouth to gasp at the sensation of his tip being slowly swallowed by the feline femininity. Taking advantage of that, Tavi placed her pussy over his mouth and clenched her internal muscles, feeding the ape his own seed, as well as that of his late comrades.
Once the tip was lodged, Tavi’s sister slammed her body down on the males hips, letting out a fierce mating roar as she swallowed his cock whole. It was an impressive sound and the gathered females laughed and tittered when they saw the trapped male tense up with terror. Tavi joined in, from her seat on the apes face, rubbing her clit as she watched her sister bounce up and down on the captive’s smooth shaft. The noises he was making were muffled by her cunny, only adding to her pleasure as the tigress worked herself into a frenzy.
Trapped under the vengeful felines, his vision reduced to a sea of white with occasional flashes of pink, Trevor realized just how big these bitches were as one smashed herself down over and over onto his pelvis. He couldn’t even focus on the sensation of that incredibly warm kitty-cunt, so much like the one he’d enjoyed earlier, because the result of that enjoyment was leaking into his mouth, being flushed out by the feline’s own juices as she rode his face, not caring whether or not he could breathe underneath her.
Tavi was now sliding her slit up and down the male’s smooth, muzzle-less face, attacking her joy-button and tweaking one nipple as she sought release. Her sister was bouncing up and down in front of her, also purring away as she enjoyed the novel sensation of a smooth, blunt cock. The human’s bare skin also seemed to interest her, as she traced little patterns with one claw, seeming to draw on the male’s flesh in thin, red lines. She wondered if the prone ape realized that after what he and his friends did, the women around him could do whatever they pleased with him without a single twinge of remorse or sympathy.
When the tigress’ climax finally came it was tinged with vindictiveness and cruelty as she arched her back, her breasts thrust out and her pussy splayed over the male’s mouth, flushing the last of the ape’ seed in a torrent of her own juices. The human sputtered and twitched beneath her, but the tigress remained rooted in place, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm at his expense, much like they’d done with her earlier.
When the feline’s round ass was finally lifted from his face Trevor dragged down ragged gulps of air, having nearly suffocated under the horny cunt. The smell of cum and feline musk was in every breath he took, and he was soon aware of the other felines laughing and pointing at his face. And while some of the fingers were pointing at him, others were noticeably pumping in and out of various fluffy pussies. And as the stripped amazon kept slamming down on his crotch, getting more violent as she neared her own release, his words came back to him. It seemed like an eternity ago that he’d joked the tigresses would get hooked on their human cocks, and now it seemed like the joke, as well as the horny tigress, were on him.
Rivah’s eyes were glued to her aunt as she used the bound male for her satisfaction. The older feline had retired from hunting about a year ago, having done a good job of passing her skills down to her children, and as such had traded in the hard, lean body of a predator for something slightly more matronly. As a consequence, the human male looked like a toy beneath her lush form as the horny feline bounced on top of him. The young tigress was enraptured by the sight, not even joining the other girls in their taunting as she slid her finger’s in and out of her snatch, leaving no doubt to anyone who would be next.
As the tigress’ riding became even faster and rougher, Trevor wondered what would happen to him after he’d finished and his cock was left hanging limp from his crotch. Would these cunts think of another use for him, or would his throat be mercifully cut? He was sure he wouldn’t have to wait much longer for and answer. The buxom feline on top of him let out a purring growl as she slammed down one last time, her pussy spasming wildly around him as her juices drenched his crotch. The sensations were too much for him and Trevor felt his balls tighten as he sent spurt after spurt of cum into the clawed slut on top of him.
They spoke again in their incomprehensible tongue, the gathered females seeming to ask questions of the feline still grinding against his crotch. Mercifully, they didn’t seem to be laughing. It was only when the sated kitty rose from his prone form that he realized his cock was still fully, and painfully erect. What the fuck was in that shit they forced down my throat!? The thought was rattling around in his mind when he saw Ginger approach him. She was the smallest of the gathered females, but the crazy look in her eyes still made her the scariest in Trevor’s opinion. She’d watched helpless while her mother was raped and had her cherry taken by force, but as she approached him he could see she was dripping wet down there.
Rivah crouched down with her legs on either side of the human’s pelvis, grabbing his slick shaft and feeling a strange thrill as he winced. She hadn’t even been rough, but it would seem the human was still sensitive from his prior mating. The young tigress couldn’t help but smile at the fact, satisfied strangely by the knowledge that her pleasure would come at this man’s expense. She positioned herself over him and brought the bulbous tip to her moist lips. Unlike her aunt, she didn’t just plunge down, choosing instead to slide slowly down until the head was just barely inside her before pulling back out.
Judging by the grimace on the ape’s face, that strange head seemed to be particularly sensitive, maybe even painfully so since the potion coursing through his veins forced it to stay fully erect. Rivah purred with delight as she toyed with him, slipping the tip in and out as the trapped male squirmed on the ground below her. Her aunt followed her mother’s example and lowered her messy snatch over their prey’s face, the assembled women laughing as the man was forced to eat yet another dose of his cum. They all agreed that cleaning the monkey’s jizz themselves was beneath them, and that they’d simply use the male’s own tongue to mop the mess up.
Since the man’s face was out of sight, Rivah decided to stop toying with him and get some release of her own. She planted her hands on his muscled stomach, claws extending as she began to slide up and down on the organ inside her. Now that she was in control, she could enjoy the way the cock rubbed her insides as it twitched and throbbed against the walls of her pussy. Her purr joined her aunt’s as the two tigresses began to use their captive for their own pleasure.
The new female, a more full-figured version of the last one, had straddled Trevor’s face so that she could look down into his eyes. He’d closed his mouth at first, trying to resist in some way, but was forced to open it after the tigress had squeezed his nose shut. After that she revved up, purring as she sent him a clear message – he could breathe if he was willing to eat pussy. As the younger one bounced up and down on his sore cock he was made to eat even more of his cum, this time being forced to look up at the female’s cruel smile rather than a pink pucker. As two tigresses used him, five more waited patiently for their first turn, and Trevor didn’t think they’d be satisfied with just one. As the ordeal went on, he remembered again how long that mouse had lasted, realizing that as a grown man in his physical prime he would surely last much longer.