Another Beastgirl, however...

Slightly hidden behind a corner, there was another cage. However, its inhabitant was different than the others. She was not clawing against the bars, desperately searching for a way to satisfy her libido. Instead, she was lying on the floor, curled up and apparently sleeping. As Cathleen came closer, she woke up and weakly raised her head. She had black, matted hair, round ears, and a long tail. A panther-type Catgirl. But unlike the others, she did not sport bulging muscles and an erection that could put many alphas to shame. She seemed malnourished, with thin limbs and a torso from which one could count every rib. Her lips were dry and chapped, her eyes glassy, and her back was riddled with scratches and bite marks. She had probably been used as a cultivation vessel for all the other beastgirls. By the looks, it was almost a miracle that she was still alive.

When Cathleen reached her, she panicked, crawling to the other end of the cage. For her, someone opening her door could probably only mean one thing.

Go figure. Beta or not, nobody wants to be abused that horribly.

She tried the key that she found. It was indeed able to open the cage. As she stepped in, the Panthergirl pressed herself farther into the corner, obviously afraid. Cathleen kneeled down, so their heads were at the same height and waited. After a while, the Panthergirl realized nothing was happening and opened her eyes. Slowly, Cathleen pulled out her canteen, glad that it still contained some water, and opened the lit. After a few seconds, the Panthergirl curiously tilted her head.

“Ah, right, of course you don’t know how bottles work.”

She poured some water onto her hand and reached out to her. The Panthergirl flinched at first, but then, she seemed to realize what she meant. Carefully, she licked her fingers, and when she became aware that Cathleen didn’t stop her, her hands grabbed her wrist and she sucked the moisture off of her skin. Afterward, Cathleen held the canteen up and started pouring, and as the Panthergirl saw the water coming out of the lid, her lips clasped around it and she started to drink. Soon after, she understood that she had to tilt the bottle, holding it now in her own hands and emptying it with hasty gulps.

While she did, Cathleen searched through her satchel, hoping to find some leftovers of her provisions. Luckily, there was still some dried meat left, which she gave to the Panthergirl after she finished drinking. She happily accepted it, but her joy dried out quickly as not even the slightest bit would come off the tough jerky.

“So you are even too weak to bite down, huh? Welp, can’t be helped, I guess.”

Cathleen took the meat back, put it in her mouth, and started chewing. The Panthergirl looked sad, probably thinking that she had missed her only chance to fill her stomach. But that look got replaced by surprise as Cathleen pulled her in and pressed her lips against hers. As soon as the first shock was over, the Panthergirl gladly accepted the ground meat, her long tongue exploring every corner of Cathleen’s mouth. Even after no shred of meat was left, the two kept going, and Cathleen was surprised how sweet her salvia tasted. After what could’ve been hours as well as just a few seconds, their lips parted again.

“Who would’ve thought that my first kiss would be with a beastgirl. Guess I’m a weirdo after all. Welp, I regret nothing.”

Suddenly, Cathleen felt the Panthergirl’s head against her chest. At first, she thought that she wanted to cuddle, but she kept pushing until Cathleen lost her balance and fell on her butt. Perplex, she blinked, before seeing the Pathergirl’s head now approaching her crotch. Right, she was still not wearing pants, and the kiss seemed to have brought back her erection.

“Heh, guess a beta is still a betaaahhh!”

She had not been prepared for that. Her only sexual encounters so far were the Lynxgirl she had fought and two times with Mahara. But the Lynxgirl fucked her before, she had barely been able to fend her off and **** her in return, and because of the adrenalin rush, she could not remember to have felt much at all. And Mahara, well, no comment. But the Panthergirl, even though it was just a blowjob, was an entirely different league. The long tongue wrapped around her shaft, the soft barbs on it tickling the head of her cock. Her lips followed shortly after coating every inch in her sweet salvia, before nosediving into her pelvis. While her head moved up and down like a piston, her tongue acted independently, almost as if it had a will of its own. It meandered and wiggled around her dick, then rolled up in a tube-like shape and started to pull her in.

It wasn’t long before Cathleen couldn’t even hold herself up with her arms and she dropped on her back, unable to do anything but moan loudly. It was like receiving a handjob with an onahole AND a blowjob at the same time. Needless to say, she couldn’t win against the Panthergirls mouth. Never before in her life had Cathleen come this fast. It felt like the entire content of her balls – which, granted, wasn’t THAT much – unloaded itself into the Panthergirl’s mouth, who eagerly swallowed it, not caring in the slightest for the loss of resolve. Right, why would she? It was the first time Cathleen truly understood what being a beta truly meant. No longer a being, just meat, existing to pleasure cocks. It was decided. No matter what it took, she would make that Panthergirl hers.

Cathleen stood back up. The Panthergirl was laying on the ground, panting exhaustedly. Right, how could she have thought that she could just fuck her pussy next? Sure, she had helped her, but it had been just a drop in the bucket. Her condition was still poor. She had to make her rest and eat before she could even think of making her hers. How could those bandits treat such a treasure so cruely?