She had never had anything inside her ass this way before, the feeling of being filled was a new one for her, so when he told her to crawl around for ...im, let him see how she looked, she clenched tightly and moved slowly on all fours, the tail swishing down her thighs. Kitty stalked around the room, her eyes on him as he watched with a small smile. "You are not allowed to speak as human from now on, or wear human clothing. You may meow and purr only." Her eyes widening as he unzipped his pants. That is where things got tricky. Not for the first time, I cursed my lack of a hand, then cursed its slow regrowth. I needed to cross the ceiling hanging from my three limbs, I moved myself as high as I could on the wall then began moving out. Shifting my feet was OK, but moving my hand was tough. I eventually settled on repositioning my feet far apart, for greater stability, before releasing my hand. I could then use my, now stronger abdominals to hold me close to the ceiling. I also hooked my. Loosening the grip on your neck, but to restore it within a breath. Your slim fingers crawling up to my tower of flesh, and climbing down, and climbing up. My fingers crawling in your cave, and climbing out and crawling in. And while the tower was building itself higher and higher, your fingers started to climb it faster and faster. My lungs working harder than they had ever done, my body not only longer kept warm and wet by the rain that came from steel pipes. But now by the sweat and unholy. He led her to a side door through an ally, unlocked it, and led her in. He flipped on a light switch as he shut and locked the door. The light was dim but she saw that it was a modified sort of torture room, that at least being what it looked like. There were small machines, whips, bondage equipment and furniture, a lot of which she had grown quite familiar with. A strange energy hit her, and she wondered if maybe she had shut down in her real life from such disappointment that she was locked.