Furries and Fucking Part 1 (Collab. With Shinyman)

"Ah good, you're awake"
I purr from the shadows. His face, oh believe me, I'll never forget that look. The look of anguish. Common amongst my victims. I strutted across the cold, damp floor with confidence. My stiletto boots clacking on the floor. Off in the distance, I could hear dripping water and rats squeaking. Delightful setting.

I looked up as I heard her. She appeared from the darkness. Like a beautiful nightmare. Long shiny boots. Long shiny coat. And deathly white skin. Her white thighs showing as her coat moved with her walk. She was holding something. Something shiny and silver. I felt vulnerable. When she drugged me. I was wearing a suit. Now I was naked. Apart from the small pouch of faux fur around my waist and cupping my sex. She was a wonderful site. A dangerous and frightening sight. Waving that blade. Smiling with those red lips and heavily blacked eyes.

I loved the site of a vulnerable man. Always had, but this one looked delicious in the
dim lighting. Like a furry, too weak to defend itself. I laughed. The sinister noise bouncing off the walls and echoing all around. I gently dragged the tip of the knife down his torso. Careful not to wreck my new play thing too soon. I could see him
quiver.
Big mistake.
On his part at least.

One thing she did, it puzzled me. She lay the knife down and went away for a few seconds. Returning with more furry things. I was still drugged and woozy. She slid a furry boot onto my foot and pulled it up over my ankle, my calf and knee and pulled it tight up around my thigh she equalled this with my other leg. She stood back and admired her handiwork. She stroked my legs like you would a cat. Teasing and pulling the fur gently. 'Once last thing' she said, and she placed a headband on me with long pointed furry ears. I still felt scared as she picked up the knife, licking its edge and cutting her tongue. Blood dripped over her bottom lip and she licked it clean. Placing the blade on my chest, caressing my nipples which were hardening in the cold across my muscled stomach. She traced each ridge, pausing slightly. She ran the point down over the bulging fur between my thighs. Angling the blade upwards. She pushed gently and I felt pressure on my large, full balls, but how much would she push...

I couldn't resist a kitty as cute as this one. Almost like a calling. It had to be done. I put the knife down for a moment and got up on the slab to straddle him. I could
feel his length rising, pressing into me. I knew he didn't mean it as he blushed and tried to look away. I picked up the knife again and began cutting small lines into his ribs, careful not to cut too deep. I could feel my juices flowing as he thrashed and screamed beneath me, his cock still hard. "Scream for me" I laugh, cutting him again, and again. I moved the knife down to the furry g-string. "No!" He panted. "Oh it's not what you think, baby" I cut the straps holding the furry loincloth. I could feel him relax, but this...was far from over. It had only just begun.