Tame the tiger

Sue slowly approached the tiger-women, four of whom retreated to the corners of the hut while the last remained where she was, lying on her back, eyes closed, lost in self-pleasure. Looking down at her Sue remembered the first time she met Tigra, and how she had to suppress an urge to pet the woman. She knelt down and reached toward the fine white fur of the tiger-woman’s belly, only for a blur of motion to catch her eye just in time to see another of the women spring at her, claws outstretched. She barely had time to deflect her with a **** field, but bouncing off an invisible barrier left the beast-girl sprawled on the floor, blinking in surprise, and by the time she sprang to her feet again Sue was ready to catch her wrists in a **** construct, leaving her hanging in midair, spitting and kicking.

More **** fields spread and immobilized her legs, and the blonde stepped forward, taking deep breaths of red flower-scented air as she recovered from her surprise. The tiger-women was a little taller than the others, with a gold ring through her nose. The chief’s favorite? The bravest of them, at least, as the others remained huddled in the corner, watching with wide eyes, save the one who continued to obliviously play with herself.

Sue looked back to her captive, staring down at her in anger and fear, her body held taut, her nipples erect. The blonde stepped closer and caught the faint scent of arousal from between the captive’s legs. A wild thought ran through Sue’s head and before she could stop it became reality, and the tiger-woman stiffened as something invisible parted the lips of her pussy.

Whatever reservations Sue had felt melted away as she watched the tiger-woman mewl and strain against her restraints as a giant, invisible cock moved in and out of her, harder and faster, harder and faster. An invisible platform lifted Sue just high enough that she could look into the tiger-woman’s yellow eyes, not touching but close enough for the blonde’s breath to ruffle her fur. She watched, until she could see the anger melt, carried away by a wave of sensation that was cresting, cresting…and suddenly the tiger-woman’s cunt was empty.

Sue watched with a calm expression as the tiger-woman’s expression cycled through bewilderment and need and rage, and then the cock was there again, pushing in, fucking, fucking, fucking, the heat building before again it vanished, as if it was never there.

Four pairs of fascinated yellow eyes watched as the cycle repeated, over and over, until there was nothing left in the captive catgirl’s face but pure **** need. Then and only then did she keep going, faster, harder, until she could see the captive’s body tense. Then and only then did a second invisible cock drive itself hard into the tiger-woman’s ass.

The catgirl shrieked as wild spasms ran through her bound body and she came, and she came, and she came, Sue relentlessly keeping up the **** until her captive finally hung limp. Sue gently lowered her to the floor before turning back around, a cruel smile on her lips. “Who’s next?” she asked, sweetly.

***

Some time later Sue reclined on the tiger-chief’s massive mammoth-tusk and leopard-hide throne and luxuriated at the gently building pleasure as Nose Ring, as Sue had dubbed her, lapped at her pussy. She glanced down at the floor, where the remaining four lay in a heap, still recovering from Sue’s ministrations, then over at the radio. Did she need Reed’s help to free the tiger-women? Maybe all that was needed here was someone to take control, take a firm hand, to teach them. How to care for themselves, defend themselves, discipline themselves. It would probably take some time. And, sadly, when she returned to civilization (If? When. When.) it would be an adventure of the Invisible Women that would have to remain untold.

Although she might have to share the story with Tigra, when next they met…