Hours later

As the hours go by you find yourself at the verge of insanity. The vibrator keeps stimulating your vet pussy until you are about to orgasm. Then it stops. Then it starts again. Then you get close to another orgasm. Then it stops again.

You throw your body to the side of the cage, both of your mittened hands trying to remove the invader. But it keeps going. Then it stops. Then it starts again.

You also try to have conscious thoughts. As many as one could have in these circumstances. But by all accounts it seems like you are screwed. Utterly. Thoroughly. And completely.

But also: There is another thing. You felt it before. And now you can feel it again: Part of you wants this life. During your free days you'd seen live footage from countless live-in cats. And you have to admit, part of you wants to be in their place. So why not settle in for the long run?