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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If
you aren't old enough to read this, go home!  Don't blame me if
you have problems which result from reading further.

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001.  Please
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This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons
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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 2 of 3

Sandra was bound naked to her dining room table, a serving tray
for her own beloved cats.  At stake was her clit, her lovely,
sensitive, hard clitoris, which her lover Jack would win if she
gave in before the night was over.  If it were merely food, even
delicacies, adorning her naked body's most sensitive areas, she
was sure that her cats would soon be sated.  To her surprise,
Jack had found a source of fresh catnip, despite the winter
weather, and it was that which her cats were now trying to
consume.  The way Jack had secured the leafy intoxicating
material to her body made sure that her cats would need to pull
or bite at her most sensitive areas.  Mouser, a big old male cat,
was trying to chew his way through the bundle of catnip which
enclosed her clit, catching the sensitive flesh within with each
bite, and pulling on the taut lines attached to her clit ring
with every move.

With her young Shamrock trying to do the same to her
catnip-covered nipple, Daisy trying to get every bite out of her
vagina, and Taco nibbling her toes, her painful stimulation was
intense, not confined to one sensitive location.  She had
encouraged Mouser to attack her clit, because saying no to her
cats constituted losing.  The sooner he managed to clear the
catnip from this most precious, sensitive location, the better
her chance to resist.

Sandra was no longer sure that she could resist.  There might be
no point to resisting, if winning the bet meant that her cats
tortured her clit as well as Jack would if he won, especially if
they took her nipples as well.  Mouser had pierced her skin, she
was sure, and perhaps had put his tooth clear through her clit,
as stretched as it was.  She couldn't be sure, as each new bite
added more pain, yet it wasn't quite enough to trip her over into
an orgasm.  She wanted that, a bit of pleasure to make it easier
to accept this kind of torture, especially from the cats she
loved.  Mouser, she was sure, knew how sensitive the
catnip-covered flesh he was holding was.  She'd played
pull-string games with it often enough, tying a string on, and
even used one short enough that Mouser caught her clit-ring and
clit directly with his paw.  Telling him no might provoke him to
try biting harder, knowing that his mistress enjoyed the
sensations.

She did enjoy them.  If Mouser stopped now, or held back just a
little, she'd get off.  If she survived this, she'd make love and
masturbate to images of her cat, trying to eat her clit alive. 
But if he didn't stop, he might chew it clean off in order to get
at the catnip, and Shamrock might get her nipples as well. 
Giving in to Jack meant losing her clit, and despite that threat,
it might be better than letting her own cats take it.

Except that Jack had said he'd take her clit ring off, by cutting
it or pulling it, precious sensitive pearly skin and all.  And
there was no promise from him not to do more with his prize,
whatever he felt like, if he won the bet.  Sandra tried to
convince herself that she could make a deal with Jack, and not
lose any part of her precious clit.  Talk him into hurting it,
torturing it, as long as he left it intact, and left her ring in
place.

"Aiyaiaee!" Sandra screamed, as Daisy joined in the biting
attack, nipping at her inner labia to get all of the catnip and
tuna, then licking where she just bit.  Mouser was trying hard to
get all the catnip off her clit, giving her a constant stream of
attacks there.  But Daisy's nips surprised her.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see exactly what her cats were doing
to her.  The mirror on the ceiling let her see their heads, one
pressed into her pussy from below, the other from the side.  The
video cameras would get a better view, she expected, but she
couldn't see those.  Rational thoughts said that the bites hurt,
but hadn't slashed her sensitive flesh, merely penetrated a
little, no worse than a pin prick.  Of course, those were painful
too, but not the same thing as having parts cut through or off. 
She tried to compare her memory of having her clit pierced for
her ring, but she wasn't sure now how badly it hard hurt in
comparison.  Jack had taken his time playing with her clit then,
not simply putting the ring in and leaving it.  Mouser's attacks
were mostly pulling on her flesh, not cutting into it.  "She
could take that, couldn't she?" she thought to herself.

Shamrock's nipple nibbling, on the other paw, she was sure was
cutting into her.  Her nipples were erect and hard, clamped to
keep them that way, and placed directly within the tasty catnip
her cat was trying to eat.  He'd hit her nipple many times, and
it throbbed with pain.  As much as she enjoyed brief attacks
there in play, she found it hard to take nipple bites or pulls,
unless her clit or vagina was being vigorously stimulated,
pushing her near to orgasm.  Bring her near her high, and she'd
take all the pain anyone could dish out.  So she hoped, anyway. 
Jack would have been helping her come, and come again, if he were
tormenting her nipples like that.

Taco finished with the catnip leaves around her toes, and
wandered upwards looking for more.  He went over by Daisy, hoping
to share in the treat from Sandra's vagina.  Daisy would have
none of that, and pushed him away.  In the process, she also
distracted Mouser from his attacks on his mistress's clit. 
Somehow, Daisy knew that her mistress wanted a female's
attentions on her clit, not a harsh male's.  At least, that is
what Sandra thought when she felt a raspy, sandpapery tongue
flick across her clit.  Directly on it, she realized.  Mouser
apparently had bit enough leaves off to expose part of it, as
Sandra felt the rough, overwhelming touch of Daisy's tongue
directly.

Mouser was put out a bit, and licked his paws for a moment,
before looking for more catnip or food.  Taco found bits of tuna
and catnip scattered across Sandra's hips and abdomen, and
started to lick them up, tickling the girl underneath.  Sandra
felt her pain ease, and her arousal increase.  Shamrock's
nibbling on her nipple also seemed less painful.

"Go, Daisy, go.  Lick up my clit, please, make it come!" Sandra
said, encouragingly.  Daisy liked to lick her clit, or anywhere
else, when it was covered with semen, and she licked catnip too. 
Biting the catnip might have been faster, but licking it off,
mixed with the other flavors of tuna and pussy, was fine for a
dainty girl cat, enjoying a sweet snack from her mistress.

An orgasm would be so sweet, and Sandra needed it.  Pain without
the rush of pleasure wasn't nearly as much fun as the mix of
sharp pulls, bites, slaps, and glorious orgasms.  It hurt, her
clitoris, being licked by a cat's harsh tongue, but it also felt
wonderful.  Soon, she'd get off, and maybe, Daisy would keep this
up until her clitoris was cleaned, and she'd win.

Mouser had other plans, though.  He'd taken a break, and licked
up some tuna which remained on her belly.  But he was still
hungry, and though catnip was a stronger attraction, there was
still some tuna available, and he knew where it was.  On his
mistress's right breast.  Shamrock had left that alone,
concentrating only on her left.

The big cat didn't start at the top, but instead, pounced on her
chest, catching at the leaves trapped by the ropes binding her
breasts from below. A jumping bounce shook her, and surprised
her, shocking her out of her impending orgasm.

"Damn you, Mouser!  Oh, I mean, nice kitty, good kitty," Sandra
said, angry at having her orgasm interrupted, but wanting to win
the bet.  Getting her cat's attention had an effect similar to
the one earlier on Shamrock, and Mouser climbed on her breast to
consume the tuna spread across it.  Sandra couldn't help watching
him do that, trying to relax enough to let her orgasm come before
he went for the catnip there.

Just a little more, she thought.  Daisy was cleaning up her
pussy, moving up to the top of her slit, licking up the loose
bits of catnip, then down again, to try to get the big pieces
still tied securely around her clit, held with a clamp.  The
clamps and line holding the leaves to her clit and her nipples
were drawing her attention too, with her cats pulling at them,
but not freeing them.  Left alone, she felt she would endure the
pressure there all night, but with constant motion, tugging,
pushing, they were becoming very painful in themselves.

Daisy moved back to the clit, pulling on the lines secured around
the ring in its tip in order to get better access to the green
leaves wrapped around it.  Each touch of her cat's tongue sent
shocks through Sandra, and she felt her orgasm build.  "Keep
going, my love, my Daisy.  Don't stop, make it come, lick me,
please!"

Then, Mouser finished licking up the tuna, and went for his other
snack.  Sandra's breathing made her breasts shake, and Mouser
went for the catnip-toy his mistress had placed on top, just for
his enjoyment.  He wasn't coy about it at all.  He put his paws
on either side of the catnip bundle to hold it, and caught the
green morsel hard with his mouth, getting most of it inside to
chew.

Sandra cried in pain, and joy.  Tears came, and she just couldn't
hold them back.  Nor could she stop her orgasm, which shook her
body, and sprayed Daisy with a sprinkle from within her.  Daisy
didn't stop licking her pussy, apparently finding the sweet
fluids, mixed with catnip, a tasty treat.  Her nipples were being
savaged, with two cats playing hard with them, but for a minute
or two she didn't care about the pain.

Then, as her high abated, she did.  Mouser was working hard to
get the catnip off her breast, and was holding down the clamp in
order to bite at the string around the base of her nipple, to get
the leaves trapped there.  No light nibbles now, his bites made
Shamrock's chewing seem like love nips, gentle playful things. 
Her right breast felt like it was on fire, and Sandra thought she
could see blood flowing down her breast past her big cat.

She wanted to cry again, to get away from this torment.  She knew
her cats loved her, and Daisy and Mouser together had given her
the most wonderful sign of their love, an orgasm.  No
pulling-string games to help them play with her, and no touches
of her own to get her off with their help.  This time, they did
it all on their own.  Daisy was still licking her, nose stuck
into her vagina as her tongue lapped up the fluids there.

Giving up now would be stupid, she thought.  Her clit had
survived her cat's attacks, and she could feel it, unable to
avoid the sensations there, the slow, burning ache stimulated
each time Daisy caught the thread attached to her clit-ring as
she attacked her vagina. It was still there, and it was still
giving her pleasure amid the pain.  Her nipples hurt, but she
felt the pressure around her right nipple drop, as the clamp flew
away from Mouser's paw.  He'd done it, pulled the catnip-holder
off.  She wished she could see her nipple, and know if it was
still intact or not, but it was over, one way or another, for her
right breast.  The other nipple was still sore, but she was sure
that Shamrock had not truly bit it off, though he'd put a few
nicks in it.

Mouser left her breast, moving to her face.  Her cat was above
her, looking into her eyes.  Sandra felt that Mouser knew what
he'd done, and wanted to know that he'd been a good boy, biting
her as he had.  He blocked her view of her breast, and she was
fearful, wanting to know just how badly she'd been hurt.  Daisy
returned to her clit now, licking it, pulling at the catnip
leaves remaining around it, arousing Sandra once again.  Her pain
was not gone, but her pleasure was starting to exceed it.

"Oh, Mouser, you are so good, so nice to play with me!" Sandra
told her cat, smiling.  Mouser smiled, appreciating this praise. 
He licked her face, her lips.  They'd done that before, and he'd
wake her up that way.  She was such a fine mistress, treating her
cats well, loving them.  Then, he noticed that she had more
catnip nearby, attached to the toys on her ears.  While Sandra
hadn't liked having him play with them before, maybe this time,
it would be OK?

In the meantime, Taco was looking for some catnip of his own, and
found a bit tied under Sandra's left armpit.  "That tickles!"
Sandra said, trying to pay attention to what her cats were doing. 
Shamrock was trying to copy what Mouser had done, pulling the
clamp off her right nipple, and that hurt.  Sandra could see red,
dark patches covering her nipple, and flowing down from it, on
her right breast.  She wished she could see it closer, or touch
it, but even so, she was sure that her nipple, no longer pulled
erect, was still there, if somewhat damaged.  It would heal, and
so would the rest, she was sure.  She'd won!

"Mouser!" she cried, as her earlobe was pulled tight, her earring
caught by her cat as he tried to pull it, and the catnip caught
in it, off her ear.  Then, despite the pain, which surprised her
with its intensity, she said "Good kitty! Get the catnip!  Bite
it hard!"  She wasn't willing to give up now, even though she'd
discovered that this new pain was difficult to stand, on top of
the rest of her suffering.

Shamrock was spurred to greater effort by her voice, and bit her
nipple at the base, trying to catch the catnip there.  Her body
was shaking, as she sobbed with pain.  Though it was arousing, it
was nowhere near enough to cancel out her fears.

Daisy, on the other hand, was positioned to do that for her. 
Seeing her body shake, and her clit ring jiggle, Daisy went after
the shiny toy, catching it in her teeth!  The pain was exquisite,
penetrating her most sensitive place, running from there to the
other wounds on her body like a wave of energy.  The female cat
went after the remaining catnip, biting and pulling to get at it,
punishing Sandra's sensitive clit again and again.  Teeth went in
deep, under the thread wrapped around the tender organ.  But
Daisy somehow knew that her mistress wanted more than just biting
on that sensitive place, and switched to licking with her rough
tongue, stimulating the places where her teeth penetrated.  More,
Sandra thought that her girl cat had loosened the binding around
the base of that most sensitive area, and this released a wave of
pressure from within, as Daisy drew another orgasm from her.

This time, Daisy kept lapping her clit, as well as her vagina. 
Sandra didn't know her cat could do such a thing, or she'd have
tried it before.  As stimulating, if sometimes a bit too rough
and painful, as Daisy's pussy licking had been in the past, she
didn't know that it was able to bring her such pleasures amid the
pain.

Mouser had finished with her ear, and was now dueling with Taco
for the bits of catnip under her left arm.  Though it hurt a
little, the sensations were more tickles in comparison.  Shamrock
had succeeded in getting her left nipple cleared, and was licking
it clean, though the clamp was still around its base, making the
touches harshly stimulating.

But Daisy hadn't stopped, though there seemed to be little catnip
remaining on her pussy.  Sandra felt an ache in her pussy, an
itch from within, as her cat continued to lick her clit, while
holding her labia with her paws, pressing her claws into her
sensitive flesh in a rhythmic massaging action. It hurt, yes, but
Sandra didn't mind a bit of pain mixed with her pleasure, and
this was definitely doing it for her.

Shamrock moved from her left breast to her right, and started
cleaning the blood off Sandra's skin.  That hurt, too, but Sandra
felt the love behind it, and an ecstatic feeling filled her.  "My
cats love me so much, they'd torture me in order to prove it,"
she thought.

Sandra wasn't sure how long Daisy kept on licking her pussy,
making her come twice more.  Shamrock stuck around her, finding
places to lick, but no more bites followed, except when Daisy
would nip at her pussy as she licked her.  Though Daisy always
had a taste for boy come, licking up semen, Sandra never realized
that she liked girl come.  Or maybe it was the taste of blood and
catnip mixed in which made her like it?  Jack was sure to want to
investigate this discovery, but Sandra had an idea of what she
wanted to find out.  If Daisy was able to give her an orgasm with
her rough cat tongue to get the light, sweet girl tastes, would
she do the same for a boy who'd sit still for her, to get the
sweet semen she liked so well?

Shamrock settled in between her breasts, laying on top of her to
nap.  Daisy snuggled between her legs, and Sandra could feel the
cat breath on her wet vagina, tickling it.  The other two were
off playing, ignoring their mistress for now.  Sandra was
exhausted, worn out by a mix of pain and pleasure, but happy in
the knowledge that she had won her bet. Like her cats, she was
ready to nap.  She wasn't sure if that was safe, but her body
needed rest, and despite the aches of her wounds, she did so,
falling asleep.

A sharp pain woke her.  At first, she didn't realize where she
was, and tried to struggle with her bonds.  Claws were digging
into her abdomen, and scratching at her left breast.  She opened
her eyes, and saw Mouser and Shamrock wrestling with her other,
using her body as their mat.  When Shamrock got up, leaving
Mouser alone, she relaxed.

But Mouser wasn't just playing.  He loved catnip, more than the
other cats, and was ready for more.  Sandra didn't have any large
leaves left on her body, but she still had the taste and smell of
it on her, especially on those spots where it had been placed
most closely.  He bit her left breast, trying to catch a piece of
the leaf which was trapped under a rope.  Sandra steeled herself
for a renewed attack against her sensitive spots, realizing that
her ordeal was not over yet.

Mouser moved to her left nipple, and licked and bit it.  The
clamp on it was loosened, but not pulled off, and he could smell
the catnip still caught under it.  Sandra cried again, whimpering
in pain, when her cat bit her bare, hard nipple, pulling at the
line binding it, trying to get it off.  He'd drawn blood, again,
with his sharp teeth, she saw.  And her pussy, her clit, was left
untouched, unable to help her resist this pain by countering it
with pleasure.  Mouser had exceeded her nipple play limits, and
she couldn't do anything about it.  She said "Mouser!  Stop doing
. . . "

She realized that she'd almost told her cat to stop, and said
"Bite harder, Mouser!  Get my nipple, eat it up!"  Then, knowing
that he would do that, until he got the catnip, she tried to get
some help from another source.

"Daisy, kitty darling!  I need you, I've got some cream for you,
my lovely girl."

Daisy was awakened by the earlier ruckus between the other cats. 
Taco had as well, but he was still napping against her right arm,
pressing against her armpit for warmth.  Daisy heard her
mistress's cries of pain, and decided to add her own
stimulations.

"Aiaiauiaiii!" Sandra cried out, as Daisy caught her clit in her
mouth, pulling it in, biting it to hold it as she did so.  Her
cat was sucking on her clit, much as a kitten might on its
mother's nipple, licking and sucking while her teeth held on.  It
shocked Sandra to feel such contact, pain and pressure against
her sensitive clit, still sore from its earlier treatment,
without prelude.  It did take her mind off what Mouser was doing
to her nipple, pulling it using his very sharp teeth.

Shamrock wasn't willing to be left out either, but he was more
interested in playing with his mistress than in finding catnip or
food.  He brushed against her head, rubbing her fur on her face,
meowing.  He wanted petting, but Sandra certainly couldn't do
that while bound like this.  Rubbing himself against her was one
way to do it.  Licking her face, when she couldn't say no or move
away, was another.

Licking her eyeballs was yet another way.  Sandra was trying to
watch what was happening to her pussy and nipple, when Shamrock
stuck his tongue into her eye, licking there.  She almost told
him to stop, when she again realized that would break the rules. 
Though she wasn't sure if closing her eyes was allowed or not,
she couldn't help blinking when the tongue pressed against her
eye.

Fearing that might count as losing, she forced her eye open,
allowing her cat to taste her eyes, lick up her tears directly
from their source.  She thought that was what he wanted, the
salty water, not her eyes.  Shamrock didn't seem to be hurting
her, but it felt very strange to let him do this.  Then she said
"How strange can it be, when a cat is milking my clit, and
another is eating my nipple?" Talking to herself was a sign of
madness, but she didn't care now.  Daisy's attentions were
bringing her pleasure, and Mouser succeeded in getting the clamp
off her nipple, without nearly as much blood flowing this time. 
He licked up the wounds himself, making up for his lack of care
on the right nipple.

When Sandra came again, and relaxed, her cats settled down to nap
against her body.  Daisy still snug against her vagina, Shamrock
and Mouser on her chest, guarding her breasts and swollen
nipples, and Taco still curled against her arm.  Though her pussy
was sore and overstimulated, and her nipples ravaged, she felt
wonderful.  Her cats loved her, and had played with her body for
her pleasure, as she wished.  They did play hard, but that was
fine, because she belonged to them, was their toy, to serve them
as they wished, whatever they wanted.  She'd be so pleased,
tomorrow, when she claimed victory, with her clit still hers. A
few days of soreness, a few bites from her loving cats, were
worth it in order to win.


She was sleeping like that when she heard a noise, and came wide
awake as all the lights came on in the room.

"Is it morning already?" she asked.  She couldn't see Jack, but
was sure that it was he who had woke her up.  Her cats couldn't
turn on the lights by themselves, and no one else would just walk
in.

There was no answer right off, and she started to worry.  If it
wasn't Jack, who could it be?  A burglar would have a great time,
finding her naked on the table, open, unable to turn her head to
see her tormentor.

Her cats had got up, paying attention to the new arrival.  All
except for Daisy, who was still curled up, head resting on her
pussy.  Yet when Sandra heard the door in the room open again,
even Daisy got up.

"I thought your cats might be hungry, darling," she heard Jack
say.  "How are you doing?  Are you ready to give up the prize?"

Sandra sighed in relief, even though she was sure it would be
Jack.  "I'm doing just fine, thank you.  What time is it?"

"The middle of the night.  I told you I'd come back to check on
you, and renew your supplies.  From the looks of things, the cats
licked you clean, chewed up things a bit too."

Jack rubbed his fingers along her clit, gently, but it still
hurt, and she reacted, holding her breath.  He then moved to her
nipples, tweaking them lightly.  Her rest gave her body a chance
to recover, but it still was very sensitive, and touches there
were still painful.

Despite this, she said "It was fun!  I might want to try it
again, without a bet, just to relax."

That was taunting him, but her sexual stimulation had been
strong, and it was true that she wanted to try it again, with
more control, to see if she really could get off so well with
just her cats.  Her rest made her horny, too.  On top of that,
she felt that it was past midnight on the clock, though without
being able to see a timepiece she couldn't be certain.  Even if
Jack repeated the earlier preparations, she thought she was ready
to take it, despite that it might hurt more the second time.

She wondered if Jack had watched what happened at all, or if he
was in the dark about her torments and pleasures. Had he stayed
to watch her?  She didn't think he'd tell her now, so she didn't
ask.  If he knew how well Daisy got her off, sucking on her clit,
he wouldn't think that she was being tortured by her cats.  The
pain she'd endured was a fair price to pay for such a discovery
of pleasure.

Confident, she was willing to continue Jack's challenge, to serve
her cats with her body, to be their play-toy, and living food
tray.

First, Jack checked on Sandra's condition, checking all the
ropes, making sure that they were secure, but not painfully
binding.  He was always so nice to her that way, hurting her to
make her feel good, not simply to cause her pain.

"Are you thirsty?  I don't want to untie you until morning, but
you might want something to cool your throat."

"Just a little, darling."  Sandra sucked a bit of water from a
bottle, not wanting pressure in her bladder during this ordeal. 
She could just let go on the table, and still win, but that would
be embarrassing.

Then, Jack began the next stage of this test.

He had more food for the cats, this time a mix of tuna and beef
cat foods, which her cats loved.  Before he put it on her,
though, he attached clamps to her inner labia, hard enough to
hold them tightly without hurting her much, and ran line from
them to the sides of the table, pulling her vagina open.  Sandra
knew that her opening would now be accessible to her cats, who
had not been willing to reach far inside her, and her sensitive
urethra would be exposed as well.  Her cats hadn't attacked her
inner labia much yet, but stretched they would be very sensitive,
adding another painful target to her torment.

Jack poured some food on her breasts, covering her nipples.  The
cats rushed to get it, while he continued to put food on her
pussy, covering her vagina with it, and pressing it around her
clit, filling her slit completely.  The last bit of food he put
on her mouth, and Sandra closed her lips.  She couldn't speak,
not without eating cat food, until her cats licked that part
clean.

This time, Jack stayed close to watch what happened, with the
lights on bright.  She could see her cats in the mirror, rushing
to her body to get their meal, meowing loudly to indicate their
need.

They were hungry and enthusiastic, all of them.  The small can of 
tuna from earlier that evening wasn't enough, and much of that
had gotten into Shamrock, who went for it first rather than the
catnip treat, rather than the other cats.

Taco was fastest, young and quick, and as her lower body was
closest to the bedroom door, he went for the food most easily
reached, licking it directly from her vagina and labia. He hadn't
attacked her sexual locations earlier, and now she was glad of
that, since he used his teeth to get his food, despite the fact
that licking would have sufficed.  His enthusiastic nibbling
included bites, especially on her stretched labia and clit. 
Sandra whimpered, not wanting to do more to reveal her pain. 
Taco wasn't stopping his meal, and with Jack present, she didn't
dare think about the consequences, because it would be so easy to
simply give in, losing the bet, to stop this torture.

Mouser and Daisy seemed content to let Taco have his meal from
her pussy, leaving all that food for him, and his sharp teeth. 
They climbed on her belly, up to her breasts, and dug in.  To her
surprise, Mouser licked up the food, which hurt her nipples but
also excited her.  Though Daisy did the same, she also caught
Sandra's whole nipple, the badly hurt right one, pulling it into
her mouth to suck and lick it, as if she was hoping to get some
milk from it, as well as her usual cat food.  She was in rapture
from this contact, harsh pleasures stimulating her, cat fur
brushing her breasts, making the painful bites on her pussy turn
into pleasure, drowning her fears.

The last cat, Shamrock, looked for his bowl.  At first, he tried
to share with Taco, licking up the food covering Sandra's furry
pubic mound, but when he tried to move lower on her pussy, Taco
pushed his head in the way, and bit into Sandra's upper labia in
order to secure his personal food tray for himself, stopping
Shamrock from getting more.   Shamrock wasn't as hungry as the
other cats, but he still wanted his share.

He went to her face, finding some unclaimed food covering it, and
started to eat, licking Sandra's lips.  Kissing her, in fact, and
this last contact pushed her over the top, making her come. 
Taco's biting and licking had cleared her vagina and labia, and
he was now concentrating on her clit, which jiggled, caught in
the threads, as he pulled and tugged on it with his teeth, trying
to get the bits of edible meat still stuck to it.  This drew
another orgasm from her, and this time, a brief squirt of fluid
accompanied it.  Taco apparently did not enjoy that part, and
sated on food, at least for the moment, left her pussy alone,
with no cat to enjoy it.

Her breasts were cleaned of food, but her cats seemed willing to
keep licking her hard nipples, perhaps to get any remaining
flavor, but Sandra thought they knew what effect it was having on
her, now, and were doing it to please her.  Her lips were cleaned
too, but when she opened her mouth, Shamrock licked her teeth and
gums, and fearing to lose if she closed her mouth or said
anything, let him do so for several minutes.

Most of the cats were full, no longer licking.  Daisy quit
sucking and licking at her nipple, but she moved down to her
vagina, and stuck her head in, trying to get at the flavor of
food, and girl come, she found there.  She was very persistent,
and kept licking all around the region.

It hurt her, having her clit licked and bit again.  Taco's attack
had hurt, and Daisy was cleaning up the blood from the wounds,
but that made it hurt worse.  Sandra's response to this was
another wet orgasm, and Daisy, unlike Taco, licked up the fluids
off her face, and then, licked her pussy to try to provoke
another such feeding.  Perhaps she was thirsty, or she had found
something which she liked as much as semen, but Daisy was not
leaving her clit alone.  She bit and licked it, and held it tight
in her teeth, lapping it with her sharp tongue, causing agony
mixed with delight, and Sandra didn't know if she could take it. 
Telling her cat to stop came to mind, but she'd lose if that
happened.  But Jack's torture would be under human control, not
that of an animal which seemed unwilling to give up her prize.
Sandra felt a sharp pain, right against her clit ring, and she
feared that her cat had succeeded in doing what Jack had
threatened to do, slicing her ring off using her sharp cat teeth.

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