Dolly fights rough and dirty

Dolly grabbed Kitty by her ears, and pulled her head away from her pussy. She grabbed Kitty by the jaw and squeezed her cheeks until Kitty opened her mouth. Then she slammed her thighs back around Kitty's head. Kitty couldn't even bring her sharp cats teeth into play because Dolly was squeezing so hard that the insides of her cheeks were between her teeth.

Almost no one ever broke out of Dolly's scissors, but she wanted to make sure Kitty couldn't. She grabbed Kitty's hands and laced fingers with her. One of Dolly's favorite tricks at school was challenging jock football players to a game of Mercy. If they were cute, she only made them beg. If they'd pissed her off, sometimes she'd break their wrists.

Dolly squeezed Kitty's hands so hard that her fingers went numb. She tried to extend her claws, but couldn't. She was lying face down towards Dolly's pussy, but she couldn't reach it with her mouth. She tried to use her tail to break the scissor, but Dolly caught her tail with her ankles and feet, squeezing it too.

"Maybe I'll just keep you here until I've knocked you out once for every one of my hairs you ruined." Dolly sneered as she squeezed. Her thighs were muscular like a dancers, and they rippled as they ground down on Kitty's head. "Or maybe, I'll make you submit to a different hold for each hair. Does that sound like fun, puddytat?"