Catgirl for dessert

Natalia Barron was well on her way to being the youngest self-made female billionaire in history. Her ability to see patterns others missed was unparalleled. It was why the aliens had picked her for special augmentation. All the girls in the house were similar in that they were extraordinary in some way. But she was the one the aliens had sent a representative to. She was the one who had brought together all the elements. She was the one who had started the wheels moving that ended with John Kent getting a full ride scholarship to this university.

So! Why was she the one standing naked, nose pressed into the corner, and her face covered with a red-neck futa ’s sperm? Because for all her accomplishments she came in second best in terms of dominance. Helen might have defeated and face-fucked her because she was a better fighter, but Natalia had been forced to submit because John’s mother had a far more, and well honed, dominant personality than she did.

She knew that she’d learn a lot from the other woman. If John managed to knock her up with a son then by the time he turned eighteen she’d have all the tools to become an alpha herself and build her son a harem.

That did nothing to soften the humiliation of her current situation, nose in the corner like a naughty child. Though a child would not have had to deal with the fact that her oversized breasts added a whole new level of discomfort to the position as Helen had insisted Natalia stand so tightly in the corner that they ended up squashed. She could have moved backward a few inches, except the mere thought of disobeying and extracting her nose from where it was before she was given permission had her ass clenching in fear. Helen had promised her the switching of her life if she dared move and Natalia did not for one instant believe Helen would not do that very thing. So, no matter how interesting the sounds coming from behind her were, or how her much abused tits ached, she did not dare shift her body to relieve the pain, or try to peek.

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Helen Kent stepped back and admired her handiwork. She’d never had much interest in bondage, but then she’d also never had a thirteen inch+ faux cock before. Said cock was standing at full mast, indicating that whatever her prior attitude was, she now found a well tied and helpless young girl a very attractive thing. Mind you the current secured girl was not exactly a girl. Female, oh, very much so, but the alien felinoid could by no stretch of the imagination be mistaken for a human girl.

M’Ress had insisted on the bondage. No matter how much the nanites had augmented Helen she was not capable of dealing with an unsecured Felinoid female in the throes of sexual ecstasy. It seemed that like terrestrial cats, copulation was more than a little painful for them. Unlike cats the orgasmic payoff made the pain more than worth it. There was no such thing as a felinoid female who was not a hard-core masochist by human standards. Any that didn’t incline that way had been bred out of the gene pool hundreds of thousands of years ago. It took a very strong and powerful, not to mention durable, dominant to deal with one without help, and Helen was not there yet according to M’Ress.

The, not there yet, part of that was a bit worrying, but Helen was perfectly fine leaving that to tomorrow’s Helen to worry about. Today’s Helen had much more interesting things to think about.

M’Ress’ bondage had begun with the catgirl standing eagerly at the end of the desk with her legs wide spread as Helen had used cuffs she’d discovered in a desk drawer to secure her ankles to the corners of the desk. M’Ress had then bent forward and laid her upper body on the desktop with her arms stretched out toward the opposite corners. Helen had been a bit amused at the extravagance of the rich when she discovered that concealed in the desk were tiny winches and cables with hooks that could be connected to the cuffs secured to M’Ress’ wrists.

There was a whole array of switches concealed in a side panel of the desk that controlled over a dozen such winches. Using the two secured to M’Ress’ wrists Helen had stretched the catgirl out flat with far more tension than she ever could have done with her own muscle. There was not a fraction of an inch worth of give by the time she let up on the winch. M’Ress had mewed in discomfort, even as her tail flailed the air like a signal flag indicating she was more than ready to be mounted.

Having no desire to be slapped in the face by that muscular tail while she was focused on other things, Helen made securing it a priority before getting to the fun stuff. As it turned out Natalia must have felt the same way about being distracted by a wildly twitching tail. Helen found a high quality version of the old Chinese fingercuff toy, complete with a ring on one end. Grabbing hold of M'Ress’ tail, which made the girl go crazy judging by her yowls. Helen compressed the cuffs and slipped them over M’Ress tail. A bit of rawhide thong and the tail was secured to a hank of M’Ress’ own hair, lifting it well away from her ass and revealing that for all their differences felinoid females still looked pretty human between the legs. The biggest difference was that M’Ress’ cunt was not as complicated as that of a human. It lacked as many folds, and the labial analoges were much more muscular. Helen imagined that normally they’d be so tightly clamped together that the catgirl would look like a furry Barbie doll between the legs, her gender almost impossible to distinguish. That wasn’t the current situation however. The camel toe shape of her pubic mound split down the middle and revealed a moist funnel leading to a pulsing dimple that marked the entrance to her interior. Helen could imagine that it would offer some slight help to a male struggling with a wiggling female in finding the target. With M’Ress so tightly bound it wasn’t something Helen had to deal with.

John’s mother stepped up behind M’Ress and grabbed hold of her small ass cheeks, they were hard with muscles, but the fur that covered them gave them a silky feeling unlike anything Helen had ever felt before. She could feel them writhing under her fingers as the catgirl struggled and pulled against her bonds in an urgent attempt to flee from her approaching impalement. That was natural for her kind, and while it was a fairly easy instinct for the females to override, they tended not to. Not only did a fleeing female excite their males, it was also sometimes the only exercise the lazy buggers got. A fat and flabby male was not nearly as much of a fun fuck as a muscular predator. Nore could he bring the pain nearly as sweetly if he had to catch his breath after every thrust.

Helen wasn’t one to throw stones, but she wasn’t sure if she approved of John getting the idea that it was desirable to hurt his partners. The boy didn’t know his own strength and she hated to think what he might do if he hooked up with a girl who was more breakable than the ones Natalia had gathered for his harem. Then she remembered that it was her job to test drive potential additions to her son’s harem and it would be up to her to make sure no one too breakable ended up on the end of John’s cock. The idea of stress testing a bunch of nubile young girls was rather attractive.

Helen fisted her faux cock and brought the spade-shaped tip to bear on M’Ress’ funnel of love. She let out a hiss of surprise when her flesh met the catgirl’s. The girl was burning up.

“Are you sick, girl?” Helen asked, suddenly worried about the little girl. “Let's put this off until you feel better.” It wasn’t a suggestion. No matter how much Helen wanted to wallow out the small girl, her inner mother was not about to allow her to abuse a sick little girl who was going to be one of her new daughters.

“No! Please! I’ve waited too long! I’m not sick!” M’Ress protested.

“Girl, you are burning up. Natalia, you said we had a clinic in the house?”

“No! That’s natural. My body heat is six degrees warmer than yours, for now.” M’Ress yelled out.

“Really? Is that true Natalia? No! Leave your nose right where it is, just answer me!” Helen snapped when Natalia took her question as permission to move.

“Yes. It’s true,” Natalia said, her voice slightly muffled by her position.

*SLAP* “You should have told me that earlier! I was worried!” Helen told M’Ress firmly, while delivering the hardest open handed slap she could manage to the girl’s pert posterior.

“Mrowwwlllll!” M’Ress yowled, and not in pain if the sudden flow of lubricant from her cunt was any indication.

Helen took up position behind M’Ress again, and this time when she felt the contact between the tip of her dick and the catgirl’s hot flesh she was able to enjoy it without worry as she rubbed the tip of her shaft up and down the girl’s slit, getting it well loaded up with her slick juices. The tightness of the bonds on the girl proved their value as the desk actually creaked slightly as she strove to drive herself backward onto Helen’s meat spike.

Fearing she was a few seconds from hearing the sound of wood splintering, Helen gripped M’Ress’ hips and thrust awkwardly, but with as much strength as she could.

“Mwowwllllllll!”

Three whole inches of Helen’s faux cock rammed into the catgirl, before the friction and pressure proved too much for Helen’s purely human muscles to overcome. None deterred, she drew back and took another run, gaining a fraction of an inch. Deciding that merely gripping the girl’s hips did not offer her enough leverage, Helen grabbed the base of the catgirl’s tail and used it as a handle as she tried to split the smaller girl in two with her cock.

“Mrow, mrow, mrore, mrharder, naiaaaa!” M’Ress yowled while trying to communicate in garbled words as her inner flesh squeezed down around Helen’s cock like a vice.

Fractions of an inch became an inch, and then several, and five minutes after she started Helen buried herself to the roots inside the squalling catgirl. For a first experience it was going to be hard to beat. M’Ress might have just spoiled her for human pussy, Helen thought as she felt the hot flesh wrapped around her dick massage her flesh.

There was a limit to what human flesh could endure, and Helen was still mostly human. With a sob of release she once again felt the peculiar feeling in her belly as her modified ovaries sent a flood of ejaculate down her shaft and into M’Ress’ belly. It was welcomed with an ear splitting yowl as the catgirl climaxed and damn near ripped Helen’s brand new dick out by the roots.