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Subject: Title story: "Daisy’s Day: The Death of a Catgirl" Author: Lyanna 62217452
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Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2005 07:00:37 +0000
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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#8217s 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#8217s, 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#8217s security division offered their services to any catperson owner
who had trouble with their #8220pet#8221. Very defiant or rebellious catpeople
tended to #8220disappear#8221. 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#8230 she was a gift from a sympathetic friend of her
Master#8217s. 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.
#8220Master, it#8217s Daisy, can I come in?#8221 8220Do you have what I asked
#for, girl?#8221 8220Yes, Master.#8221 8220Then yes, you may.#8221
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#8217s 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#8217s bed. Caviar of
the finest quality was strewn all over the floor#8230 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.
#8220Oh, God!!! Master, I#8217m sorry, please, forgive me! I#8217ll clean it up
#right away, I#8217m so sorry!#8221
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.
#8220No, 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.#8221
With a whimper and a soft mewl, the feline#8217s ears folded back in fear, her
cat-like eyes wide with terror.
#8220Yes, Master.#8221
Daisy rose to her feet, whimpering some more as she stood at the side of
Master#8217s 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#8217s 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#8217s 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.
#8220Your 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.#8221
#8220Yes, Master#8221 Came the weak and saddened reply.
The catgirl crawled over to kneel between her owner#8217s legs ...
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