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Subject: Title story: "Daisy’s Day: The Death of a Catgirl" Author: Lyanna 53742905
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Daisy walked carefully down the hallway, a tray of expensive food and wine in
her arms. The girl, standing about five feet and three inches tall, and barely
nineteen years old, was dressed in a maid’s uniform, a thin metal and
leather collar locked around her neck. A bell on the collar jingled sweetly with
each step, heralding her presence to any who could hear. What was most notable,
though, was the fact that where one would expect her ears to be, there were
none. Instead, two white-furred ears, just like a cat’s, sat on her head,
sticking out of her long ebon hair. Through a hole built into the back of her
dress came a white-furred tail, a bit over two feet long, which would swish and
flick around occasionally. Daisy was a catgirl. Catpeople were genetically
engineered by the biotech division of Lancer Enterprises. Made to be attractive,
affectionate, and loyal to the few special people who purchased them, they
quickly became quite popular with the wealthy in several countries, particularly
in East Asia and the United States. They were not technically classified as
humans, and laws that the wealthy tended to break had grown lax in the last 30
years, so their slavery was not only legal, but was enforced by Lancer. The
company’s security division offered their services to any catperson owner
who had trouble with their “pet”. Very defiant or rebellious
catpeople tended to “disappear”.
This particular catperson belonged to Mr. Harold Weiss, working at his estate in
Northern California. Ostensibly, she was a domestic servant, but she frequently
provided him with company in bed, as well, since his wife had passed away some
five years ago. As sexually-skilled catgirls were usually put up for auction at
the age of 15, she had belonged to him for over four years… she was a gift
from a sympathetic friend of her Master’s. She was happy with her life of
servitude, domestic, sexual, and any other kind assigned to her. Daisy finally
reached the bedroom door. Holding the tray carefully in one hand, with a great
sense of balance common to her kind, she knocked on the door. “Master,
it’s Daisy, can I come in?” “Do you have what I asked for,
girl?” “Yes, Master.” “Then yes, you may.” The
catgirl smiled as she opened the door, glad she had finally gotten it to stop
creaking. Though graceful and agile, however, she did not see her Master’s
shoe in her path. The next thing she knew, she was falling forward, screaming as
she desperately tried not to spill the contents of the tray. But it was no use.
Even with feline reflexes and agility, she was only able to save part of the
contents of the wine bottle. The rest, much to her dismay, spilled all over the
exquisite Persian rug at the foot of Master’s bed.
Caviar of the finest quality was strewn all over the floor… that and the
wine were the most expensive things. The feline looked down at the wine, already
staining the rug, and frantically attempted to soak some of it up with her
apron, which was far less expensive.
“Oh, God!!! Master, I’m sorry, please, forgive me! I’ll clean
it up right away, I’m so sorry!” The man shook his head. He was in
his fifties, with graying red hair and a receding hairline. His eyes were a
piercing blue, his facial features quite striking, very regal-looking. His
appearance was otherwise fairly normal for a man of his age. He did not look
pleased. “No, you will not. You have destroyed my favorite rug, and
spilled some of my most expensive food and drink, and now you will come over
here for your punishment. Stand by my bed, and strip, cat-slave.” With a
whimper and a soft mewl, the feline’s ears folded back in fear, her cat-
like eyes wide with terror. “Yes, Master.”
Daisy rose to her feet, whimpering some more as she stood at the side of
Master’s bed opposite the one where he was laying. First untying her
apron, she moved to place it neatly on the end table, but then the way Master
looked at her told her to simply drop it, instead. Continuing, she blushed with
embarrassment, a few tears rolling down her cheeks as she hung her head and
removed her dress.
Mr. Weiss licked his lips as his pet’s voluptuous hourglass figure was
revealed, ignoring her sad little mewls and whines as she unhooked her bra,
her good-sized and perky breasts bouncing free of it’s confines. And
finally, as she just about peeled off her panties to reveal her little
pussy, shaved, just the way he liked it, he moaned, and gestured for her to
climb into bed, pulling down the covers, some, to reveal his rigid,
throbbing cock.
“Your Master is horny, you stupid slut, get on the bed!. You are commanded
to pleasure me with your mouth and tongue. Do not use your hands, or I may do
something bad to you.”
“Yes, Master” Came the weak and saddened reply.
The catgirl crawled over to kneel between her owner’s legs, and leaned
forward, her somewhat raspy tongue, complete with the metal stud he had ordered
placed through it when he had purchased her, coming out of her mouth to lick
firmly over the flesh of that engorged member.
The gently weeping girl continued a short time before almost instinctively
reaching her hand up to grab the shaft. Before she could reach it, her owner
grabbed her hair, and wrenched her head away, punching her soundly, then
backhanding her. The feline cried as her head was held in place, her
Master’s eyes looking into hers, piercing her soul… “I said
‘no hands’, you stupid cat! Now put it in your mouth and suck it,
you worthless little cunt!”
The man’s grip on his catgirl’s hair loosened as he lowered her head
to his cock, guiding it into her open mouth. He shuddered as her tongue caressed
the bottom of his member, holding the back of her head.
Daisy placed her hands on the bed again as she dutifully began to suck
Master’s dick, her tongue moving around under it, caressing it as her hot
little mouth enveloped the throbbing organ. His hand guided her, forcing her to
take him in deeply, almost so far as to make her gag. As the man using her body
moaned and groaned, he fondled and molested her, his hands running over her firm
breasts… her perfect ass… and her shaven cunt… then, with no
warning, he once again wrenched the sobbing girl’s head away, slapping
her… then again… and again… five times.
“Talk to me, slave.”
“I’m sorry, Master… Daisy is sorry, please forgive her! She
will work extra hard and make up the money, and make sure it never happens
again!”
“We shall see.”
With that, the man cruelly shoved his cock back into his little catgirl’s
mouth, driving it all the way in until she gagged violently. He knew that if she
expected it, she could take him all the way in, slowly… so he vigorously
rammed in and out of her throat, intentionally choking and gagging her, fucking
her face with almost animalistic lust. The poor girl bawled her eyes out, her
hands now moving to Master’s widely spread thighs as she tried to resist
enough to get air. Her claw-like fingernails scratched at his flesh as he
savagely took her throat.
It was quite a relief to the catgirl when she was allowed to take the cock out
of her mouth. She coughed loudly, choking on what drool didn’t come out of
her mouth, gasping and wheezing as she took in air quickly. The harsh slaps she
received on her face may have actually helped.
“Under the covers, slave, on your belly.”
“Yes, Master.”
Daisy obediently got under the covers, mewing as she was pleased to find
it’s much warmer under them. She turned over, laying on her belly, her
head on the pillow, her legs straight and spread out. Her crying quieted down as
the man she called Master moved behind her, sitting between her legs as he gave
a few painful tugs on her tail to coax her to lift her hips. She got the message
and immediately braced herself for him.
The man smiled as he positioned the head of his cock at the puckered asshole
presented to him, chuckling as the feline slave moved her tail out of the way
and sobbed quietly. Leaning forward, he placed his right hand on his
catgirl’s right shoulder, his left hand on the back of her neck, and
pinned her firmly in position…
The small female screamed as Mr. Weiss’ cock, lubricated only by her
saliva, drove into her tight ass. Soon, she was once again sobbing heavily, and
actually started purring, as felines sometimes do when distressed, in an attempt
to calm down. It felt like her asshole had been ripped apart, a tearing, burning
sensation striking her there. She reflexively tried to push out the invading
organ, but that only pleased her Master more, as he began to thrust his cock
back and forth in her rectum, rubbing her insides abrasively.
Ms. Weiss moaned loudly, sexual pleasure being generated for him as he raped his
slave’s ass without regard for her feelings. His manhood throbbed as
he started fucking Daisy harder, driving into her faster and deeper, his
balls soon starting to slap against her ass. He now spoke to the abused,
crying girl.
“You used to be my favorite, Daisy. But you’ve been doing poorly as
of late. You work too slowly, and you’re getting sloppy, setting a bad
example for the other catgirls. Perhaps you need some more serious
correction.”
“Ahhhh! Owwww… please, no… Master!”
“Oh, yes… something drastic has to be done. I’m sorry
Daisy.”
The whimpering, crying, mewling catgirl wasn’t sure what would happen. As
property, she could be beaten, abused, humiliated and degraded, tortured…
even killed… on a whim. She trembled with fear and anticipation as Master
raped her ass until it bled, just mewling pathetically when he shot off a load
of thick, creamy cum into her bowels.
The man grabbed his catgirl’s hair, pulling her back as he moved in front
of her, his now slightly limp cock, covered with blood and slime from her ass,
sticking out lewdly in her face as he lowers her towards it, slapping her once.
“Now, little catgirl, suck and lick me clean, and make me hard again.
We’re not done.”
Daisy groaned and grimaced in disgust as she started licking her owner’s
cock, tasting her ass on it, and stroking his balls. She had done this many
times before, but it always disgusted her. Taking the whole thing into her
mouth, she gagged from the taste as her tongue removed all the residue, tears
streaming down her face as she soon felt the filthy dick getting hard again.
Pulling her head back, Mr. Weiss grabbed her arms with bruising force, and
rolled her over, pinning her to the bed with his own weight. She whimpered and
bawled loudly as her ran the fleshy head of his cock along the length of her
little slit as he got between her legs again. Spreading the folds of her pussy,
he roughly rammed his cock into her cunt.
The abused catgirl cried out loudly. With so little lubricant, the man’s
penis rubbed abrasively inside her. It was a burning, stretching feeling that
made her sick to her stomach, and she clawed at the bedsheets in pain. Snarling
as he saw this, her Master opened a drawer on the end table, pulling out a pair
of leather wrist restraints, and fastened them tightly around the young
feline’s wrists, keeping them in front of her as he started ramming into
her even harder, trying to make it painful…
It was more painful. Daisy let out loud yelps and cries as the head of that
invading member slammed into her cervix with bruising force, her head spinning
with pain. She was not holding anything back now, bawling loudly and writhing in
pain as her owner used her body for his own pleasure, his punishment for her. He
grunted and groaned with pleasure as she cried out in agony…
But nothing could have prepared her for what happened next. Once again reaching
into the drawer, he pulled out a long, white, silk scarf. Her face paled, and
she broke out into a cold sweat, as she saw it. She had seen it before. Master
used it to ‘put down’ catgirls who had seriously displeased him. He
was going to execute her.
“Oh, God, no! Please, Master, I beg your forgiveness! I will be a perfect,
good kitty for you and make you happy, please don’t kill me!”
Mt. Weiss stopped thrusting into her for the moment.
“Ahhh, yesss… feels so good! You are a wonderful little cunt, Daisy.
But you have disappointed me far too much, and I can’t put this off any
longer. You’ve obviously outlived your usefulness. It is time to put you
down. Don’t resist. This day comes for every catgirl in my possession,
eventually. Today is your day, Daisy.”
Looking up at the man with tear-filled eyes, the catgirl spoke to him,
mewling softly.
“Daisy understands, Master. She submits to your will, as she was born to.
It has been her pleasure to serve you, Master.”
Smiling, scratching the still-purring catgirl’s ears, he moved the scarf
to her neck, wrapping it around once, and tying it in a loose, incomplete knot
at the back of her neck, with a long end to pull on either side. Grabbing onto
these ends, he started thrusting again, hard and fast. The catgirl cried out
loudly, feeling the walls of her pussy bleeding from the harsh and brutal rape.
She managed a smile as her Master began to slowly tighten the scarf around her
neck, finding it harder and harder to breathe as he gets closer to orgasm.
Watching him moan and groan, his face contorted from sexual tension, the catgirl
soon felt Master’s cock throb inside of her ravaged cunt, as the
handkerchief was suddenly pulled tight around her neck, completely cutting off
her air. As her eyes bulged out and her face darkened, her mouth open and tongue
waggling around, the man she called Master shot more of his hot, thick seed into
her womb, tying the knot in place as he planted the head of his cock firmly
against her cervix, kissing her deeply and holding her close, in his arms.
Daisy stopped purring, her head throbbing, feeling like it was blowing up like a
balloon. She enjoyed Master’s kiss, her tongue continuing to wave around
as his entered her mouth. She was sad as he broke the kiss, to watch her die.
The feline writhed around for a minute or so, her ears still flat against her
skull, tail stiff and twitching. The covers were pulled back now, her Master
wanting to watch all of her gorgeous body as she expired, smiling at her face,
growing darker with each moment.
Daisy, in turn, watched her Master, as she began to get a bad headache, and it
felt like needles were being driven into her face. Soon, she lacked the strength
to keep squirming, and her body twitched and convulsed, her bulging eyes rolling
back in her head. Her vision blurred… everything was red and purple…
her lungs spasmed painfully, but as she faded, she got a pleasant treat…
as she strangled, her pussy started to spasm, too. Soon, she was shuddering with
a powerful orgasm, jolts of pleasure running through her, mixing with the
pain… and as she went limp, one could swear she was smiling… …
as the other catgirls got out of bed and got to work, they found Daisy, purple-
faced, the cloth still tied around her neck. Written on her belly were the words
“good work is good for your health!”, a reminder of their purposes
in life. It was a long time before Harold Weiss felt the need to kill another
catgirl for bad work…
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