Push the cart to building three immediately and follow ARIA's instructions exactly

Feed Storage Building, Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Montana, at 10:19 AM on Monday April 3rd, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

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I push the cart forward and it glides smoothly alongside me, following my movements with eerie precision. Building three looms ahead—a modern structure with a distinctive blue racing stripe painted horizontally across its metal siding. As I approach, I can hear sounds from inside: feminine voices, purring, and something that sounds disturbingly like fighting.

The feeding door is marked clearly on the side of the building—a smaller entrance separate from the main double doors. I guide the cart toward it, my heart hammering against my ribs. The scanner beside the door reads my biometrics and slides open with a pneumatic hiss.

The smell hits me first—warm bodies, sweet musk, and something distinctly feline. The enclosure is spacious and well-lit, with climbing structures, soft bedding areas, and feeding stations arranged in a neat semicircle. And everywhere, there are catgirls.

They're beautiful. Dangerously beautiful. Soft ears in various colors—black, calico, tabby, white—twitch at my entrance. Tails swish with interest. Most are completely naked, their bodies on full display: perky breasts, curved hips, smooth skin. Several are sprawled on cushions, watching me with slitted pupils. Two are indeed fighting in the far corner—a blonde and a redhead, both yowling and swatting at each other with retracted claws.

And directly in front of the feeding door, leaning against a climbing post with her arms crossed, is Raven.

She's stunning and terrifying in equal measure. Jet-black hair falls to her shoulders, framing a sharp, predatory face with golden eyes. Black cat ears twitch forward, focused entirely on me. Her body is athletic and toned, with modest breasts and defined abs. And between her thighs, barely concealed by her swishing black tail, is a cock—thick, semi-erect, already showing veins along its length.

"Well, well," Raven purrs, her voice low and dangerous. "The new owner finally shows up. Four hours late for breakfast."

I keep my eyes down, focusing on the cart. Don't make eye contact. Fill the stations. Get out. My hands shake as I grab the dispenser attached to container C-7.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," Raven commands, taking a step closer.

My body betrays me instantly. That authoritative tone, that dominant edge—my pussy clenches, wetness soaking through my already damp panties. I force myself to keep looking down, scooping feed into the first station with trembling hands.

"Oh, you're one of those," Raven says, and I can hear the predatory smile in her voice. "A submissive little thing. I can smell how wet you are from here."

Two scoops. Move to the next station. Don't respond. Don't look up.

"You know what happens to submissive girls who wander into my territory?" Raven continues, circling me slowly. I can see her bare feet padding across the floor in my peripheral vision. "They get claimed. Mounted. Bred until they're dripping with my cum and begging for more."

My hands shake so badly I almost spill the third scoop. Focus. Just focus on the task.

"But you're not going to look at me, are you?" Raven muses. "ARIA told you not to. And you're such a good little obedient slut that you'll follow orders even when your pussy is aching for my cock."

I'm breathing hard now, filling the fifth station. My thighs are slick with arousal. Eight more to go.

Raven's hand suddenly grips my hip from behind—not restraining, just touching, claiming. Her breath is hot against my ear.

"Run along and finish your task," she whispers. "But know this—eventually, you're going to have to come back here when it's time to satisfy the futas. And when you do, I'm going to bend you over one of these feeding stations and fuck you until you scream my name. Understood?"

I manage a tiny nod, not trusting my voice.

Her hand releases me, and she steps back. "Good girl. Now feed my pack before they get cranky."

I finish the remaining stations in record time, my entire body trembling with need and fear and shameful arousal.