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The Server (for the Cat Lady) - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com)
MF BDSM cons,  best BDSM cats/F cons
c 2001.  All Commercial Rights Reserved.

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The Server (for the Cat Lady)  Part 3

To Sandra's surprise, the pain drew another orgasm from her, and
as Daisy moved back to her vagina, the girl could see her clit
ring still there, on the end of her proud, hard, wet clit.

Mouser and Shamrock seemed hungry still, and went to Sandra's
breasts and face, looking for more to eat.  They found little,
but their licks added to Sandra's torment, with her clit now left
alone, no orgasm to drive away the pain.  When Daisy moved up
from her vagina to her clit, she sighed in pleasure, enjoying the
rough, scratching strokes.

Jack let the cats finish their meal, watching Sandra squirm,
especially as Daisy seemed determined to get every last taste of
the food from her pussy.  Sandra came intensely, vocally, and
tried to hold her reaction back so Jack wouldn't notice, but he
was too aware of her to miss it.  Sandra hoped he didn't know how
good her girl cat's pussy licking and clit sucking felt, or he
might find some other way to torture her.

When Daisy took a break from licking and nibbling, Jack took
mercy on Sandra, inadvertently she suspected, by taking her cat
to her bedroom, and then locking the others away there as well.

"I'm going to renew the catnip supply now, along with a few added
tricks to enhance your cat's pleasure," Jack said.  Sandra knew
that her sensitivity would be greater now, with the earlier
wounds still raw, and her body somewhat recovered.

Jack could see that Sandra's pussy was wet, and that she was
aroused and excited.  With her clit licked clean, he could spot
scratch and bite marks, and raw redness all around it, as well as
on her newly abused labia.  Her nipples, he was surprised to
find, were truly pierced through, with bite marks all over them,
and on her breasts as well.  Sandra certainly had pluck and
endurance, taking that without giving up, and letting the cats
lick the food off them, biting them again, stimulating them to
hardness.  Or else, she was much more tolerant of nipple torture
than she'd let on, holding that talent back in reserve in their
relationship.  More likely, he thought, the attentions on her
clit pleased her so much that she put aside any sensations of
pain, at least during the attacks.  Still, this looked like it
would definitely test her limits.  She couldn't really tell her
cats to stop, not while she was bound securely, and her cats knew
that.  Her bet as well ensured that she'd try extremely hard to
take it.  He wanted to make sure that the real second round was
much harder than the first, and the first step of it would be to
clean her up, relieving some of the immediate pain, so the
renewed attacks would be fresh, brisk, sharp and clear.

He used a soft washcloth and warm water to clean her body. from
head to toe.  He did concentrate on her most sensitive areas, and
though it hurt, Sandra made no comments.  Sandra wasn't speaking
at all, and he also avoided conversation.  She was awake, and the
caffeine in the water would help her remain awake, and aware of
everything happening to her this night.  She was enjoying Jack's
sensual attentions, as he washed her body lightly, gently, with
the warm water, cleaning sweat, blood, and leftover cat food off
her body.

But he also applied a healing oil to her wounds which stung her,
when he finished cleaning.  Not a torture in itself, because the
pain was sharp and short, and she knew the good reasons for such
treatment.  But it made her acutely aware of the wounds on her
body, as each tear and bite burned with renewed fire.

Jack was sure taking his time getting her ready, Sandra thought. 
She reveled in her pain, mixed with the pleasure of Jack's touch. 
He stroked her pussy, rubbing his fingers around her open vagina,
gently across her labia, feeling the wetness pooled there.  They
both knew she was ready for action, enjoying her ordeal, and
Sandra knew that Jack was well aware of her state.  She hoped
that he might not push harder in the second round, and perhaps
even forget about tormenting her, counting her as winning for
making it this far.  She could feel her skin throbbing, pains
from all over wherever her cats had scratched or bit, and even
the licks on her lips felt odd, impossible to ignore.  Her pussy,
especially her clitoris, was in need of tender care and loving,
not more torture.  She would have loved gentle licking and
loving, making her come.  She was more than ready for that, and
she wished she could ask Jack to do that, ending the torture part
of their game.  But asking would mean losing the bet, and she
couldn't do that.

Her endurance to sustained pain was not as good as she'd like,
and she was no longer so certain she could take another series of
biting, blood-drawing attacks.  Yet she had to do it, to
persevere, otherwise the earlier ordeal was all in vain.

Her eyes were glued on the shiny blade of the knife, still
resting beside her hips.  She wanted to look elsewhere, to watch
Jack stroke her gently as he washed her clean again, making her
fresh and dry, ready to use as a cat serving toy again.  He would
see her eyes and notice what was drawing her attention, making it
impossible for him to forget his threat.

Not that he would forget, since he had the tapes to check.  She
imagined the results, if she lost.  This respite made it easy for
her to think about this threat, and she wanted to do so, unable
to think of much else.  The pains in her body, and the new
pleasure, were not enough for her to enjoy in themselves, and
with mostly pleasure, the temptation to give in and ask for more
was strong.

Thus, she thought about losing.  He could do it swiftly, without
delay, as soon as she surrendered her clit, losing the bet.  He'd
pick up the knife, cutting the flesh securing the ring to her
body in one quick motion.  Secured as she was, with her clit ring
exposed, her clit extended, this would be an easy and quick
execution, over with in a moment.

But easy and quick might not be good enough for Jack.  There was
a ring in the ceiling above her pussy (and others elsewhere),
which would give good leverage for a chain clipped to her clit
and run up there.  Jack could try to pull her body up, lifting
her by her clit, stretching it until either metal, in chain or
ring, or the tender flesh of her clit, parted, unable to take the
strain.  She feared that it would be flesh which would be weak,
and that method would surely hurt terribly.

He might take his time, letting her know that her clitoris, her
sweet love button, was condemned, giving it time on "death row"
to say goodbye to her. He might torment it, poking at it, pulling
at it, burning it, piercing over and over before taking the final
step of removing the ring. He might do all that, and then take it
off by using a chain to stretch it, before slicing through the
taut flesh with a knife.


She was breathing hard, fitfully, fearfully, as she contemplated
her future if she lost.  With Jack's gentle presence, his touch
relaxing her body, she found it so easy to think of giving up,
losing her precious prize, and suffering the consequences
joyfully.  These images filling her mind blocked such thoughts,
and inspired her to continue with the challenge, no matter what
Jack came up with.

Jack spoke, interrupting Sandra's reverie, frightening her by the
surprise.

"I'll need to attach a few more toys to your body, in order to
test your talents as a cat toy slave girl.  I hope you won't mind
them, but it may hurt you a bit as I stick them on you.  I can't
think of around doing that, but I'll try to be gentle.  Your
cats, though, should find your new accessories interesting."

Sandra brazenly replied "I'm looking forward to it." She smiled,
then added "But do be careful.  I don't want any claims for
cheating."  She knew that Jack wouldn't do that, torture her
deliberately in the process of attaching new toys to her, but
saying that he might would make it doubly sure, and also
encourage him to make the cat torment preparations more
effective.

"I'm such a masochist," Sandra thought, then giggled aloud when
she realized that she most certainly was. "Of course, that's why
I'm strapped naked to a table, about to be made into a living
catnip mouse, with my most sensitive, sensitized places exposed
for abuse.  If I were a sensible, normal girl, I'd just say 'Hell
no!' and quit playing this game."  But Sandra knew that she
couldn't quit, not ever, and even if she lost, she'd let Jack
take his prize, and this time, she wouldn't even struggle to
protect it.  It felt so wonderful, so secure, so loved, to be
tormented and tortured for her pleasure, to have a man who would
not flinch at her delight in pain.  Who would literally love her
to death, if she needed it.

Jack couldn't hear her thoughts, but he want ahead with his
preparations, watching her quietness, stillness, enjoying her
lovely nakedness which was all his, to do with as he wished.  The
rules of their love stopped him from doing more, but he could
always challenge her to let him do things.  Much of which had
once been only imagination, not knowing that there might really
be a girl who would let him do it.

To her surprise, none of his initial preparations involved the
catnip placed directly on her body.  But they were clever and
frightening, as well as uncomfortable.  Discomfort wasn't pain,
and Sandra figured that a cat toy could be uncomfortable, without
counting that as torture in itself.  If she classed discomfort as
torture, she would have objected to being bound naked to her
dining room table all night.

The first thing Jack did was to disconnect the lines running to
the clamps on her labia, then run new, longer ones down her
sides, underneath the ropes there, and up to the ceiling hooks
above.  He then ran each line across to the hook over her navel,
attaching both to a weighted clamp, adding small weights until
her inner pussy lips were pulled open, flattened, exposing her
vagina completely.  Jack attached a short cord to the clamp, with
a fluffy catnip-covered ball hanging from it.  Not only would
this make sure that her pussy was spread open for the rest of the
night, it would force the cats to stand on her stomach in order
to reach the toy, with each hit and pull on it stretching her
pussy exquisitely.  Jack didn't test this new toy with a hard
pull, but even jiggling the weight as he attached the cat toy
caused sharp jolts of pain.

Her nipples were next.  Though sore, she had to consider them
legitimate targets, and clamps placed on them as ordinary bondage
for her, not a special torture.  Jack was taking care to secure
them gently, and much as before he was using catnip leaves as
padding for the clamps.  But this time, he used a larger clamp on
the base to hold the catnip, and a smaller clamp enclosing her
nipples completely, holding them tight directly to her skin.  He
then took a line and attached it to each of these clamps on her
nipples, and hooked each to a bar.  To that, he'd run a line
through the ring in the center, up to the ceiling, and across and
down again until it reached the same clamp which held the
weighted lines from her labia.  Flexing the line a bit, pulling
on her nipples and making her cry out, he secured another clamp
to the line and wound it tight, making sure that both labia and
nipples were stretched, under constant tension.

This pulled her breasts up by the nipples, and it hurt terribly. 
Sandra hoped that she'd get used to this pain, because it
wouldn't make much more to get her to cry "uncle" and lose the
bet.  She could have protested this, but it was within her terms
of the challenge.  Had Jack done this in the first part of the
evening, before her nipples had been ripped and bit by sharp
teeth, she would have taken it as just exciting foreplay.  Yet
keeping calm about it now wasn't easy, and she let gasps escape,
revealing that this truly hurt her.

Jack noticed this, and waited, continuing slowly, for Sandra to
say something.  But she declined to speak,stoically taking the
punishing pull on her inflamed nipples, hoping she could endure
it.

Jack next added a new twist.  Not something specifically part of
the bet, but not prohibited either.  He got out a shaving kit,
and proceeded to shave her pubes clean.  The shaving cream stung,
and the pressure of the blade against her mons pubis shook the
lines attached to her, causing more shocks to fill her.  When
Jack finished there, he also shaved her labia, running the razor
lightly over any place which might have hair, though she felt it
unlikely that she had any on her stretched inner lips or clitoral
hood.  He was gentle doing this, and it excited her.  It hurt,
having this area soaped and scraped with a sharp razor, after the
earlier stimulation and abuse.  Jack would gently push and pull
on the strings still securing her clit, in order to shave around
her pussy.  Sandra noticed that her freshly shaved skin was very
sensitive, and she knew that her cats might find its new
smoothness attractive.

He was good to her in doing this, as he gently rubbed oil into
her shaved skin, caressing her clit hard when it brought cries of
joy.  Soon, she came again, feeling the warm love in his fingers,
wetting them with her moisture.  As she came down from her
orgasmic rush, she realized that this preparation meant that her
clit was his next target for cat toy preparations.  It hurt, now
that her orgasm passed, but she knew that it was flushed and
full, ready for another session of pleasure.  She was sure that
the next step wouldn't be the encouragement of an orgasm.

Jack didn't disappoint her.  He attached a line through her clit
ring, pulling it up to the hook directly above, running it
through a pulley, then across to another hook between her legs,
and down again.  He attached a clamp, then a short elastic cord
with another clamp, and weights to that, until her clitoris was
stretched up, standing tall, suspended by the ring which was part
of the stakes in this bet.  Each pull on the line shook her
painfully, but she was determined to take it.

Another ball toy was attached by a short cord to the weighted
clamp, with plenty of catnip wrapped around it, and inside it, to
make it especially attractive to her cats.  The pulleys meant
that any shocks wouldn't be cushioned by friction from the hooks,
and the elastic cord meant that it would bounce, enticing her
cats to continue their attack while delivering repeated tugs
directly to her clit.

Even if the cats pulled hard enough to pull the ring out of her
clit, it would be within the terms of the bet, because it would
still be her own cats doing the torture, not Jack.  The toy
between her legs was high enough that the cats would need to pull
it down in order to catch it, and Jack demonstrated that the
elastic could be stretched to the table.

"Should I let it go, so you can see how it will feel when your
cats play with it?" Jack asked.

Sandra was tempted, but she hoped to keep Jack in the dark about
how much she feared it, and so said "No, thank you.  I want to
let them have the first crack at their toy.  You shouldn't try to
torture me yourself, you know?"

Jack gently let the elastic retract, but it still bounced a bit,
tugging hard at Sandra's clit, and she bit her lip holding back
cries of pain.  This would indeed be hard to handle, if her cats
did much at all with that toy.

But her Jack wasn't going to leave her vulnerable spots purely to
remote attacks.  He wrapped catnip around her clit, securing it
with lines and another clamp around its base, piling it deep in
the leafy treat.  More leaves covered her vagina, filling it, and
he ran a line around her stretched labia, covering them in catnip
leaves.  Again, he placed leaves all over her pubic area, using
lines to hold them down, making sure that her cats would need to
work to get at the green treat directly from her body. 

Though her nipples had catnip on them, there was room to add
more, and Jack did so, tying lines to the clamps to make sure
that the cats wouldn't easily pull it loose.

He restored the catnip on her toes, armpits, and using line, tied
more to her earlobes and earrings.  The new attached toys which
make any movement on her body more painful, and this made sure
that her cats would still have a chance to play with her, beyond
just her erogenous zones.

Sandra was glad that her clit had catnip covering it, because
Daisy would be sure to lick it clean again.  Despite the pain,
and that her rough tongue was harsh on that sensitive place, she
wanted direct contact to give her orgasms.  If she could come
enough during the rest of the night, she could survive this, even
if her clit ring was pulled free.  She hoped so, anyway.  She
knew that if Jack left again, as she expected, even surrendering
might not be enough to save her from her cats, before they
inflicted permanent harm.  That Jack would do so if he won wasn't
quite as certain a threat in her mind as the damage her cats
could do.  It was possible that Jack might merely hurt her, but
not beyond healing, while her cats could scratch and bite to
inflict grievous wounds, far beyond just a slice through her
lovely clitoris.

"It's time, my darling cat toy," Jack said.  "Unless you've
changed your mind, and want to surrender now?"  He chuckled,
sending a chill through her.

Sandra could hear Jack's taunts, and imagine how he'd react if
she gave in now.  Yet again, he was kindly giving her a chance to
admit defeat and take her punishment.  She tried not to tremble,
as she bravely, obstinately replied "No way!  I'm ready to let my
cats play with me, and with my sweet pussy, as hard as they
like."

She sighed, letting her breath out slowly, after saying that.  It
turned her on, changing her challenge from a test to a sacrifice
of herself to her cats.  Submitting to her own cats, rather than
giving in to Jack.  She felt so ready to go, willing to accept
whatever would happen, as long as her cats were doing it to her.

Jack did not leave right away.  He stopped at the bedroom door,
and jiggled the handle, which prompted a loud round of meows.

"My, your cats sound hungry, maybe desperate for your
catnip-covered body.  I can't bear to watch you torn apart like
that, so instead of opening the door, I'm just going to unlatch
it, block it with this chair, and leave.  Your cats will get out
quickly enough, I'm sure, with their tasty treat so fresh and
juicy, covering you.  If I were torturing you myself, I'd have to
stay to hear your screams."

Jack was teasing her, in a strange way.  Sandra didn't believe
that he disliked hearing her cries of pain, but his departure
would mean that her cats would have time in their initial attacks
before he could return to the "rescue," to claim her clit.  Even
if she surrendered right away, if they truly did harm her, she
would still suffer.  He was right, she thought, to tease her this
way, to get her to anticipate her suffering, and thereby enhance
her reaction.  She could already imagine the pain, new attacks on
locations which still throbbed, hot with pain, despite the rest
and treatment.

Yet she wasn't prepared for what happened after Jack left her
alone to the mercies of her beloved cats.  It took less than a
minute for them to get into the dining room, and they immediately
ran for their catnip treats.

Taco was first, and to Sandra's surprise and shock he went for
her catnip filled and covered pussy first.  Apparently, he wasn't
willing to miss out on the most concentrated source of the herb,
unlike before.  Sandra hoped that Daisy might join him, perhaps
even push him away, because his impetuous catnip consumption
started with unnecessary nips at her open vagina, catching leaves
and flesh at once, then moved to her spread labia.  She felt
teeth pierce skin, and cried out, shaking in pain.  This shook
the lines attached to her body, and the pull on her clit tore at
her, adding a new source of pain.  Taco's pulls and bites on her
labia caused the ball over her stomach to sway, sending her a
rocking wave of pulls on her nipples.

Daisy ran up to Sandra's toes, nibbling and licking them, then
biting hard to get the catnip.  Mouser and Shamrock didn't try to
compete with the other two cats, instead moving to her upper
half.  Little Shamrock jumped on her naked belly to get at the
sparkling catnip ball swaying there, digging his sharp claws into
her skin to secure his foothold.  He batted at the ball, sending
shocks of pain to her breasts and pussy.  Then, he caught it and
rolled over, trying to pull it down so he could bit it, yanking
the lines with his full weight applied.

Sandra screamed, unable to hold back her shrieks of pain, as her
sore nipples were jerked upward, stretching her breasts.  The
nipple clamps didn't slip at all.  Instead, they seemed to
tighten their grip.  Her pussy was already pulled open, and
Sandra felt like it might be ripped apart by the pressure. 
Shamrock wasn't a big cat, but he was strong, and it seemed to
take little effort for him to stretch her intimate places and
hold them that way, pulled far out of their normal shape.

Shamrock's back claws caught the underside of her breasts, as he
struggled to keep his grip.  He seemed to be enjoying his new
toy.  Her cats no longer seemed concerned by her screams,
apparently realizing that unlike some creatures, she made those
sounds when she was having fun.  She wasn't scolding them for
hurting her, and instead praised them for doing so earlier that
night.  It was also clear that she was in no position to stop
them from playing with any part of her they wished, no matter
what she tried to do.  Nor would she, as a good cat server
mistress, punish them for anything they did while she was in this
situation.

Mouser came up by her right hand, and rubbed against her bound
fingers, apparently uninterested in the catnip.  Sandra expected
him to rush in, attacking her breasts or armpits.  Instead, he
came up by her head, and licked at her cheek, kissing her.  He
then went for her earlobes, covered in the fresh green leaves he
loved so much.  Sinking his teeth in hard, to quickly rip and
chew the catnip attached there.

Sandra despaired, finding little pleasure amid her pain now. 
Though she held back more loud screams, she still felt agony in
her breasts and pussy, her nipples crushed and pulled, her labia
pulled flat and elongated against her thighs, and a constant
stream of harsh tugs from Shamrock's ball attacks unceasing.  The
lesser pains in her ears, toes, and across her abdomen from
Shamrock's claws, were still more than enough to get her
attention.

Daisy was the gentlest of her loving cats so far.  Her clit was
not under direct attack, but every shake of her body as she
responded to her pains, and every roll and jump which Shamrock
made on her abdomen, shook the lines hooked to her clit ring,
causing the weighted, elastic-bound ball to swing and bounce. 
That pain was sharp and strong, but the vibrations weren't enough
to draw out her arousal, and give her some comforting release
from the pain.

Shamrock noticed that he was close to a source of accessible
catnip, better than the ball which he'd already stripped of
catnip leaves.  He licked and pulled up those spread atop her
newly shaved and sensitive pubic mound, catching the upper line
attacked between her clit ring and the rope binding her waist
often.  Sandra gasped at each hit, and feared what would happen
when he finally reached her catnip-covered joy button.

Mouser had roughly ripped the catnip off one ear, then went after
the other.  Rougher than the first, though perhaps it was that
Sandra was still sore there, or his attack made her anticipate
the pain, unable to block it out or resist.  Each new burst of
pain added to her suffering.

Sandra thought about surrendering before her cats did more
damage.  It didn't make her happy to think that way, giving in so
easily.  Well, not so easily, she thought, but after having come
so far, taken so much, why give up now?  Her fear filled her, the
terror of her cats tearing and biting at her flesh, with her
unable to do anything to stop them.

What she wanted was for her pain to hurt better, enough to fill
her with the fires of passion, of joy, to accept it all.  Let it
pass through her, burning her without destroying, so she could
survive.  Sandra tried to relax, to enjoy the situation, to feel
everything and know that it was right for her to be here, to take
this, for her love.

Shamrock took action to make it difficult to do that.  Her
catnip-covered clit, erect and stretched upward, quivered as the
line pulled on it, drawing his attention to it.  As he'd finished
most of the catnip above it, it was most desirable as a source of
that treat, as well as a living, sensual string-toy for him to
play with.  He grabbed it with his paw.  Then, he bit it,
straight in, with no apparent regard for the tender flesh of his
mistress encased within.

His attack made the swinging ball between her bound legs bounce,
and Daisy, finishing her enjoyable snack by licking her toes and
feet, tickling her, spotted this new catnip target and pounced on
it.

At the same time, Mouser was cleaning her other armpit of catnip,
and bit the flesh there instead of simply licking and pulling the
leaves clear.  But that was a tiny pinprick compared to the
piercing pain her pussy was taking.

Especially her sweet clit.  As the line pulled it up, stretching
it as her nipples and labia had been stretched, Shamrock clamped
down hard with his teeth, piercing the ultra-sensitive tip, right
against her clit ring, straight through.  The flesh was
stretched, easy for teeth to reach and penetrate, and her cat
held on and pulled, not wanting Daisy to pull his toy away with
her string.

Her scream was terrifyingly loud and chilling, yet she strained
to avoid saying anything coherent, lest she break the rules.  Oh,
she wanted to tell her cats to stop, to leave her alone.  They
didn't know safewords, but this situation passed her limits.  As
bad as Jack's clit-piercing week had hurt her, it was nothing
compared to what she felt now.

Her cats weren't stopping, either. Daisy tugged on the catnip
ball toy, jarring her clit constantly, while Shamrock tried to
chew on it, pulling back on the string and using his paws to push
on the line, catching her ring and the tip of her clit.  Taco
joined in this game, batting at the clit strings as the wiggled
and danced, then struck directly at her clit to catch it, using
his extended claws to catch it.  This scratched the bouncing,
tender catnip-covered flesh from below, overwhelming Sandra with
pain.  Shamrock and Taco struggled over their new toy, scratching
and biting it, as Daisy's bouncing jerked it up and down, as if
it might get away from them altogether, with each pull.

Including escaping from Sandra, pulling it free of her.  Her fear,
that her cats might pull the ring out of her clit themselves, 
seemed an indulgent fantasy, unlikely but exciting to imagine 
the danger.  Yet now, she felt her clit being stretched, bit, 
chewed, and torn, and it didn't seem unlikely at all.

To top things off, Mouser moved to her left breast, and started
gnawing at the catnip and skin around her nipple.  He pushed at
her hard, stretched nipples, adding new pain as they folded. 
Then, more pain came, as his teeth penetrated her breasts, under
her nipples, sinking deep within.

Taco won the battle to eat her clitoris catnip treat.  Shamrock
moved off for another source, and observing Mouser, he went for
Sandra's right breast.  He treated it roughly as Mouser was. 
This time, her nipple clamps weren't coming off unless her
nipples went with them. 

When Shamrock bit her nipple at the base, she worried that her
cats might truly do that.  They seemed capable and willing to
bite her hard enough to do that.

She needed something to give her endurance, the will to continue. 
Sandra had gone too far in this game to lose now, near the end. 
Much of the free catnip on her body was already gone, chewed free
at the expense of her sensitive skin.

Her pain-induced high helped some, as did her sexual arousal. 
She didn't know why pain, especially in such sensitive locations
which gave her such pleasure, could bring her to the edge of
ecstasy, and soon, she hoped, to orgasm.  But it filled her with
joy to have that happen.

They were doing it for her, pulling, licking, biting, and
tearing, with her clit vibrating with each pull of the ball-toy,
and Taco's bites striking deep within.

"Go for it, Taco, Daisy.  Get the toy, bite it, eat it all up. 
Make me come, make me happy!  Please, please, I need you to do it
so bad, my lovely kitties!"  Sandra said, pleading.  They didn't
disappoint her.

Taco did not stop biting her clit this time, even when she
splashed him with her fluids as she came.  He redoubled his
efforts, pulling hard on her clit, and Daisy jumped up on the
line, climbing up so that her weight was supported by it
entirely.  Her pain was unbearably intense, with only the glow of
orgasm giving her any resistance.  She screamed, in terror and
pain, as she watched the line fly loose, shiny, bloody ring
behind it, up to the ceiling.  Daisy came crashing down, no
longer supported, meowing loudly in pain, but Sandra's own cries
dwarfed that.

Her eyes closed, Sandra couldn't bear to look to see what
happened next.  She had to concentrate, to avoid speaking, to
simply accept her fate.  Losing the bet now would be horrendously
stupid, now that her cats had the prize.  Taco was still
consuming it, to her dismay.  Licking and biting, she could feel
the raw pain each time the tongue lapped across her clit, which
now must be split wide open.  Her nipples and labia were pulled
painfully as well, as the line from her clit ring seemed
entangled in it, now that it was pulled upward.  The ball had
bounced off the table, and Daisy seemed to have chased it.

To her surprise, she came again, amidst the terrifying pain.  Her
nipples felt like they were being bit off, and she still didn't
look, trying to immerse herself in her pain.  Mercifully, her
body couldn't take more of this, and she drifted away into
unconsciousness and sleep, with her cats still licking her sore,
horribly wounded pussy and breasts.

. . .

"Good Morning, my lovely cat treat!" Sandra heard, waking up
suddenly.  Jack was back, and there was light from outside
filling the room.  She couldn't see the place where her clit ring
had been, because Daisy was sleeping across it.  Her nipples were
still clamped, she could see, and her other cats were sleeping
between them, with Taco above, the others below.

She'd won the bet.  She'd taken everything her cats could do to
her.  In the light of morning, it felt so stupid to have done
this thing, to let herself be so badly hurt, maimed in that way,
simply to win a bet.  She'd enjoyed it, apparently, by her
reactions, but she'd never get to do it again.  Still, she wasn't
going to surrender.  Winning meant that she could get something
she liked, and she was willing to push Jack's limits hard,
switching roles.

As Jack undid her bonds, he praised her endurance.  As her cats
left her body, one by one, she was surprised to see her pussy
looking so intact, despite the bites and tearing it had taken. 
Jack undid the clamps, and she tried to see, in the mirror above,
if what she thought she saw was really there.

When she was freed, she stretched painfully, then moved her hands
to her pussy.

"My clit!  My ring!  It is still there!  Oh, how could that
happen?  I saw Taco take it clean off!" she exclaimed, yelling
hoarsely.  Her screaming had made it hard to talk.

"It looks like he merely pulled the line off, and the looped
string and wire I used to help hold it in place.  Bit it through,
maybe.  Your pussy does look well-abused, but maybe you'd like
some tender loving time now?"

"Very tender, loving, and gentle.  You'll want to be extra
careful, because I had a really nasty idea for my winnings when I
thought my clit ring was pulled off," Sandra said.  Then she
smiled, beaming, and hugged Jack hard.  "I love you so much, all
of you, my cats, my man, my masters.  You treat me so
wonderfully.  I adore you all."






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