In urban legends, it is said that crossing paths with a black cat is bad luck. Many villains are superstitious, but even they will all agree that it’s not always the black cats that you should be careful of...
 
            Yadre had heard many names whispered in the dark secluded corners of the criminal underworld, hidden within the labyrinth of alleyways, docks, warehouses, and subways. Each name secured fears in the nerves of the criminals that plagued the city streets. The Blue Tigress. The Angelic Whisper. The Alley Cat. Each title a rumor, and each rumor filled with truth of the heroine that has begun to fight back for the people whose streets were stained with crime and injustice.
 
            Alleycat was by far Yadre’s favorite name, and as she walked along a deserted sidewalk through a large park laying on the edge of the big city she grinned to herself. The feline shifted a large black coat that lay heavily on her shoulders, the coat falling nearly to her booted paws. She lifted her head to peek through the thin line of trees from below a plain red cap which hid her shoulder-length hair, the distant flicker of a flame dancing across her sensitive eyes within one of the countless alleys lining the long streets ahead. She picked up her pace, making her way towards the light. As she entered the alley, the tigress lost her coat, boots, and hat, disappearing into the darkness.
 
            The flames she followed belonged to a trio of mongrels who lived on the streets. Alleycat had used these men before, and they had grown to trust her, even though they’d never even set eyes on the girl. They obeyed the whispers from the shadows, and they were given some money to spend on food and beer and smokes. It’s sad that they live their lives in such a way, but their way of life allowed them to hear the talk around the most thickly populated areas without anyone taking any notice of them at all, and that was a valuable tool to the crime-fighter.
 
            “-and I told the guy I would wash his car for a dollar. Hehe… ‘course he don’t want me near that fancy thing, so just tossed me a few bucks to go away.”
 
            “Aww, that’s sad. You should really be ready to work if you’re offering it. Tricking people to give you money ain’t cool.”
 
            “Ain’t see you raking any leaves, Bill.”
 
            The men were talking amongst themselves, and they never saw or heard the feline creep nearby, crouched at the edge of the fire’s light. She listened and waited, her tail swishing very slowly, ghosting over the ground behind her. When the men paused in their conversation, the heroine tossed a folded up ten dollar bill. The paper landed right by the one named Bill’s shoe, and he noticed it right away, picking up the money and looking at the small cat paw-print drawn onto the corner. He pocketed the money and tried to look around for the vigilante, but she was hidden within the veil of shadows surrounding the fire.
 
            Alleycat purred purposefully to get the man’s attention. “Billy, what’s the word on the street?”
 
            The dirty mutt in his torn baggy clothes tapped his foot and looked around, as if looking out for anyone who might be listening. He liked feeling important enough to have to watch his back, even though no one would be looking for an old hobo on the streets like him. “Well, I haven’t heard of much lately. Things have been really quiet.”
 
            “Come on, Billy, don’t bullshit me. You aren’t getting any more for this information if you try to dangle it, I’ll just go out and find myself a new informant.”
 
            “Okay okay, geeze…” Bill pushed his hair out of his eyes, scratching at his ears a bit before finally clearing his throat. “Well more and more police officers have been clinging over by the church. Makes it hard to make a buck on god’s doorstep, but I dunno, I haven’t seen anything go down over there, I think they’re chasing shadows.”
 
            “Good to know, but not anything I haven’t already heard on channel five.”
 
            “Well… I know but…” Billy rubbed his nose with his gloved hand, sniffing as he tried to think. One of the other men by the fire finally spoke up behind him.
 
            “Hey! Tell her about my fucking hand!”
 
            “There’s nothing to tell, you just grabbed an electric fence, you idiot! Why would she wanna hear about that?”
 
            “I was chasing that guy who stole my boots though… And he got by the electric fence, and…. Well, it was closed so… so like…”
 
            Alleycat tapped her finger on the asphalt, muttering to herself, “So they must have had the key to the entrance. And electric fences aren’t a thing to be used in the middle of the city…”
 
            Bill finally turned back to the shadows. “Anyways, my buddy here wants me to tell you about his paw…”
 
            “I heard. I can hear you arguing you know. Tell me where this fence was.”
           
            The bum by the fire pointed off behind him with a crocked thumb. “It was over by the docks on ‘hundred n seventeenth. The whole fence around the docks has a shocker on it, and new wire over the top, you can’t climb it at all… I’ve been barefoot for days.”
 
            “We’ll get you some new ones soon, okay? Sheesh…”  Bill was trying to think of more, scratching harder at his head. “Uh… I think the downtown bakery is going out of business… they’ve been throwing away a bunch of flower that’s not even past due…”
 
            “That’s enough, boys. Thanks for the tips.” Another folded bill landed by Bill’s feet. “Those are for some new shoes. I’ll see you around.” The mongrels didn’t even see the cat slip by them and dash towards the main road as he leaned down to pick up the money, the heroine having found her hunting grounds for the night.
 
            Alleycat used the darkness as a shield, and used whispers as her eyes. She knew the streets by smell and touch alone, and she danced with the danger that edged on the border of the light. She also loved to write poetically sometimes as she lay back on top of delivery trucks that ran to and from the docks at all hours of the night. Quickly typing out on her phone the thoughts before they left her mind, the feline quickly finished and flipped the device shut and slipped it into her utility belt. Being a super hero was cool, but it was epic when you could put the awesome twists into the story. The feline grinned as the truck pulled out of the forest of storage buildings, the pale moonlight spilling over the heroine as she rose to her feet, crouching near the head of the large truck.
 
            Alleycat’s deep blue shoulder-length hair fluttered behind her head in the wind of the moving truck. Her mask fit securely across her eyes, as tight as the rest of her uniform, and just as black. Some people had made note of the scant clothing the heroine chose to wear, and as much as she argued to herself that it was for her flexibility, she couldn’t deny how amazing it felt to have so much freedom. Her short shorts pulled up just under her tail, leaving her thighs fully exposed to the night, and her top barely covered her chest, not even leaving any room for a bra underneath the thin elastic fabric. Her long gloves and nearly knee-high boots kept her prints from showing up at any crime scene and added some padding from her rare violent confrontation, but each piece of clothing was made of soft enough materials as to quietly embrace any surface, adding much more to her stealth than anything else.
 
            As the buildings began to rise around her once again, Alleycat tightened her utility belt a bit and readied herself to disembark. The truck began to pass the large dock storage buildings on 117th, and the heroine jumped as high as she could, grabbing hold of one of the many dimmed streetlights that lined the road. The truck flew by under her, and she quickly climbed up the pole and across to the building opposite the docks. As soon as she was on the roof, a good five stories high, the crime-fighting cat pulled a small telescoped camera from her belt and began looking along the fence.
 
            “Hmm… those definitely look new.”  The heroine took some pictures of the electric boxes, which looked very clean as well as hastily set up, each one secured with some simple bolts and some cheap metal rods. Not set up by professionals, obviously. The warehouse was running, the lights on and men stationed around the yard for security, but there were no ships coming in or out of the dock, and it was almost three in the morning. Enough evidence to snoop around.
           
            Alleycat replaced the camera into her belt and fetched out a very small gun with a large barrel loaded with a collapsed grapple hook attached to a long thin cable. The shot would have been loud enough to hear from a little ways away, but not loud enough to draw any attention. As soon as the hook landed on the roof of the warehouse across the electric fence, the cable pulled taught, the hook gripping onto the metal walkway on the side of the building. The heroine secured her own line, and then expertly slid down the line on her slick boots, silently slipping into the far building without anyone being the wiser.
 
            The inside of the warehouse smelled heavily of acidic chemicals and burning metal. Alleycat almost knew what was going on before she peeked down from the catwalk down to the wide work area. All but the highest of windows had been boarded up to keep out prying eyes, but the vents were pumping air at full power, roaring through the entire building to keep the fumes from settling and becoming too toxic for the thugs who were busy mixing up, reducing, filtering, and bottling vials of what Alleycat could only assume were illegal drugs. There were at least three dozen men down there, plus however many there were patrolling outside, and of course whoever was running this thing wouldn’t be down working on the lines, so there was whoever that was and their personal guard. Way too many to take down in a daring fight…
 
            Thankfully, that wasn’t how Alleycat got things done anyways. The cat knew she couldn’t just beat up a bunch of thugs and get away free and clear, but she could never leave such an evil to spill into the streets. She began to climb down the thick steel supports of the building, ever invisible, making her way through the shadows to the floor of the warehouse. With so much happening in the center of the building, no one would notice as Alleycat made her way along the walls, finally finding a large power box. With a glance she found the fuse for the alarms. Pulling out a small vial of a very potent acid she poured the liquid carefully around all but that single fuse. Given the state of the fuses, the acid should burn through and blow out most of the electronics in a matter of minutes. Shutting the power box, the cat snuck back through the shadows until she was at the loading bay doors where three large vans were parked, no doubt being filled every so often with a new crate of merchandise. Cars were so easily sabotaged, it was only a question of how you wanted the car to betray the driver. A smoke dispenser under the hood, a whistle in the tailpipe, nails in the tires… Alleycat was a pro, and slipping into each vehicle she only needed to rearrange and replace a few key chips and fuses to disengage the steering, and a small snip under the driver’s side, no more brakes. As soon as anyone tried to get away with these cars, they’d be headed right for the docks with no way to stop them.
 
            As Alleycat finished with the cars, the men began to mutter loudly. It seemed the power to their conveyer belt had quit on them. The heroine smiled as the loud fans from the ventilation began to quiet and slowly come to a stop. As soon as the lights flickered and died, Alleycat stepped away from her hiding place between the vans and threw a solid smoke screen bomb right at the middle of the table of drugs.
 
            The chaos was entertaining. Alleycat climbed partway up a large pillar to watch her masterpiece fall together. The smoke and fumes from the broken drugs table spread quickly, forcing the workers to run to their trucks, but as soon as they began to pull away they realized their mistake. Goons jumped from the moving vans only to watch their products fall right off of the pier. As soon as the fumes and smoke reached a little bit higher, the alarms began to sound loud and clear, red flashing lights flashing, sure to catch the eye of every policeman within two miles of the docks.
 
            Her job done, Alleycat jumped down from her perch and began to slip through the shadows towards the door, but a deep slightly metallic roar made the fur on the back of her neck stand on end. She turned to look up into the high corner of the warehouse, a small office perched high above the work floor. Standing on the very top of the stairs leading from floor to office was a large metallic beast, its eyes shining red through the darkness of the building. Whatever it was jumped from the thirty foot up office, crashing through the ruined drug table and cracking the concrete floor under its feet. Alleycat gulped, trying not to move in case the thing saw her, but the thing’s eyes scanned the floor with its glowing eyes, and as soon as they looked her way, she knew it had seen her through the darkness. It wasn’t anything in its body language that made her know, it was more the fact that as soon as its eye fell on her, its whole body burst into flames!
 
            The beast stood tall, the flames sharpening into spikes of fire that patterned down from the shoulders all the way down its thick metal plated tail. With the light from the fire it was easy to see that it was a crocodile. A huge crocodile. A huge crocodile in a fire-wielding robotic suit. See, this is where Alleycat draws the line of crime fighting. With barely a glance at the monstrous man, she ran out of the shadows and straight to the door, ignoring the men who were scrambling about outside trying to escape the alarms sounding all around them.
 
            As she ran, Alleycat caught the sight of the crocodile raising his hands up out of the corner of her eye. The hands wrapped themselves in fire, and it was her imagination that filled in the rest of the details. The cat grabbed at her tail, pulling it in front of her as she barely turned the corner of the door, feeling the fire jumping after her burning slightly at her heels. Now in a full sprint, Alleycat made her way to the fence without another glance back. The sooner she was out of reach of that monster, the better. She could hear small fast footsteps catching up to her, but didn’t dare even look as she neared the fence.
 
Hoping that her acid had severed the power to the electric boxes, Alleycat jumped up the fence, grabbing hand over foot until she brought both feet between the barbed wires on top. With practiced agility the cat jumped backwards, flipping herself back from the fence back towards the building. As she flipped, she saw two large feral dogs snap where her heels had been, falling back down to the ground where they continued to chase after her. Alleycat caught a large drain on the side of the building and quickly climbed up before jumping to her cable. Holding tight, she pulled a cutter from her belt and sliced across the cable, holding on as she began to swing down, barely clearing the fence before tumbling to the street. Finally out of harm’s reach, Alleycat ran towards the alleys where she knew she’d be safe.
 
Feeling safe enough to turn and look, the heroine felt her hope slipping away once again. The croc was by the fence, his flame spikes casting elongated shadows across the streets. The robotic suit gripped the whole gate, tearing the metal away with ease. As the hole opened in the fence, both of the feral dogs along with another new chaser wearing a mask jumped through and hit the ground running.
 
Alleycat ran. It was all that she could think to do, and she knew she wouldn’t be safe until she left those dogs in the dust, as improbable as that sounded. As much as she’d loose in a foot race with feral animals, the heroine knew her surroundings and quickly slipped into an alleyway, hopping up onto a large dumpster, and then running along the wall until she could jump to a high up fire-escape. She didn’t look down until she was near the top, the dogs barking loudly on the ground helplessly beneath her. She did look down, however, when the dogs fell eerily silent. The man had caught up and was looking up at Alleycat, the dogs standing at either of his sides looking up at his masked face. In the shadows it was impossible to see what the man actually looked like, but he was a canine himself, and he wasn’t very tall, but his arms were thick with muscle, and he hadn’t lost his breath in the chase. The man hissed and snapped his finger, directing the dogs to each run down the alley in the opposite direction, circling the building. As soon as they were off, the man jumped up after Alleycat, easily grabbing the fire escape and climbing fast.
 
Alleycat quickly reached the roof of the building and turned, jumping across the alley to catch the ledge of the opposite roof. As she pulled herself up, the crime fighting feline felt a sharp prick in her leg, making her bite down on her lip before rolling up onto the roof. She cringed as she pulled a small quill out of her thigh, small feathers acting as stabilizers tied on the back. She threw down the quill and got up to her knees, but quickly jumped back, raising her head back as a second quill flew over her barely missing her face. Barely catching a glimpse of the man chasing her jumping over to her side of the alley, Alleycat turned over once again and ran!  She didn’t look back, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, seeing the feral dogs down in the alleys below, following her as she sprinted across the buildings.
 
Knowing the man must be right on her tail, the cat quickly turned to the much wider gap of the main road and jumped, grabbing for her belt. With well-practiced aim, the heroine threw her grappling hook, catching a window sill on a far off building, quickly pulling herself into a swing. She lifted herself as much as she could, barely dodging the snapping dogs below as she swung back up through a neighboring alley and up to a new fire escape. She panted heavily as she began to climb, but the sound of a crushing car made her glance to the side.
 
            “Fuck me…” Alleycat began to climb again, seeing the man rolling off of a heavily dented car he had apparently jumped to from the high rooftops. He must be wearing armor under his clothes, but it was still a heavy fall he was just running off to keep up his chase. They continued to run over the rooftops and through the alleys, but Alleycat was wearing down fast. She barely caught herself before slipping on loose graveled roofs, slipped when climbing fire escapes, and finally she fell to her hands and knees, panting heavily, her vision spinning. When she looked back, there was the man who had been chasing her. He wasn’t chasing anymore. He was just watching.
 
            Alleycat tried to get up to run again, but slipped and fell to her side. She cursed under her breath when she remembered the quill. She looked back to the man, a few more of those quills slipped into small sheathes on his belt and shoulders. It only took her a moment to realize she had been poisoned from the start, and he’s only been following her, waiting for the poison to run its course and bring her down. “You…dick…” Alleycat finally collapsed, and she didn’t remember how long it took the man to come to her side, lifting her from the ground and taking her away.
 
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The first thing Yadre remembered was feeling cold. She took a breath in from her nose, but instantly coughed harshly, a good bit of dust sucking into her lungs. She pushed herself up from where she was laying on the ground, feeling a slight numbness in her hands from the cable wrapped expertly around her wrists. The next thing she remembered was why she was wherever she was and who brought her. She tried to stand, but as she lifted herself, she found her wrists were tied with very little slack to a thick iron hoop on the floor, forcing her back down onto her knees. She panted and looked around, but the room was dark, only a single bright light shining down on her in a column. She pulled at the bindings a bit, but froze when a deep growl sounded just beyond the circle of light.
 
The two feral dogs that had chased her stepped into the light, their teeth bared and their growls soft but threatening. Yadre could feel the hair on the back of her neck prickle and her tail fluff up a bit in fear as the dogs stepped closer, but a sharp fast shush of air silenced the dogs, who looked off into the dark with a small wag of their tails.
 
“You’ve been snooping around where you shouldn’t be, Alleycat.” The deep dark voice held a thick Cuban accent, a very large shadow making its way towards the prisoner, a soft red glow bobbing with each step. “Cost us all a lot of money with your little stunt. Made us all quite a bit mad… You’re gonna learn that wasn’t very smart of you.”  The man walked into the light, the croc standing well over six feet tall. He was obviously the man with the robotic suit, but wearing only a large pair of khaki slacks with dark suspenders stretched over his muscled gut, a white undershirt doing nothing to hide his insanely thick arms and chest. Smoke flowed from between his long saw-like teeth, a thick cigar hanging from the side of his mouth. He glared down at Yadre, taking a deep breath of his smoke and breathing it out over the cat.
 
Yadre coughed and made a face at the acrid smoke being blown at her, but she held her tongue. She looked around, her eyes finally beginning to adjust to the light, and she could make out another shadow or two, though she couldn’t tell if they were people of just pieces of furniture, none of them moving. She yelped as her hair was grabbed by the croc, her head pulled back until the croc’s snout was all but touching her muzzle.
 
“Don’t ignore me, you little cunt.” The croc flicked his cigar, white ashes dropping onto her cheek. Yadre shook her head quickly to get the hot ashes off of her before they burned, but the croc held her hair tighter, making her cringe in pain. The cigar had a fresh red tip, and was inches from her face, making her freeze as her eyes focused on the glowing tip. “You’re gonna learn, little bitch…”
 
“Salvador, that’s enough.”  One of the shadows had moved to the light. It was the man who had chased Alleycat across the rooftops. The cat had obviously not been unconscious for very long, since the man was still wearing his mask which covered not only his eyes but covered his head like a bandana. The canine was more than a head shorter than the croc, Salvador, but he held himself well. The brown jacket he wore was rolled up to expose his heavily muscled forearm, and the small feathered quills still decorated his belt and shoulders. His fur was splotched with dark browns and oranges, and each of his ears looked heavily scarred. The man snapped his fingers, the two ferals walking to him and sitting obediently at his sides. “Golden Spiral is speaking with him right now. You’re being paid well enough to only act with his permission.”
 
Salvador hissed sinisterly under his breath, returning his cigar to his mouth. “Just remember, you’re not my boss, Hellhound. If I want to torture this bitch-“
 
“I’m sure you will, but only after permission is given. I want to receive full pay. Not get cut down because you have anger issues.” The croc and the canine glared at each other, growls mixing with the dreadful hiss, thickening the air around them until Yandre could barely breathe through the tension.
 
The tension broke when a third person neared the light. This one was obviously different from the other two, his body very thin, his bodysuit protruding with his bony frame. Long yellowish hair covered one of his eyes, the other slightly milky and shivering as he watched the floor in front of him. He was a feline, like Yadre, but his tail was very long and bushy, nearing the size of his own body. His voice was soft and shaky, his eyes never leaving the floor. “He said to… to use her…”
 
Salvador huffed and took a drag from his cigar. “How? Use her as an example? String her up where everyone can see?” Yadre felt her stomach turn as she imagined the crocodile doing such things to her to make her a warning sign not to mess with their group… she shivered as she pulled again at her bindings, finding them as resilient as ever.
 
“N-no. Salamandar.” The cat raised his head until he was looking at Yadre. A thin finger dragged across his cheek, pulling his hair out of his eyes. His second eye made Yadre pull back, biting her lip. It was shattered like glass, staring at her unmoving as his other eye shivered badly. Without looking away, he spoke to the crocodile. “Salamandar, you h-have to watch over the operation. We can’t let her int-in-intrusion slow us anymore than it already h-has. H-hellhound and GoldenSpiral will s-see to the girl.”
 
Salvador, aka Salamandar, tossed his cigar at the bound heroine, who felt the tip burn at her feet before she backed away from it as much as her bindings allowed. The croc walked out of the light, his thick tail dragging behind him as his heavy footsteps fell away. “Don’t keep me waiting…”
 
The feline twitched, but waited until a large door could be heard opening and closing, a bit of moonlight spilling in from the doorway, wherever it was. “G-good… H-Hellhound… Kurt Lewin devised a method of implementing change in a person’s behavior and psyche.”
 
The canine nodded. “I know it.”
 
“I want to see such a change in this girl… t-to see the limit of her convictions, of her mind, and of her bo-body. If she doesn’t survive, so be it… but do not kill her. Let her die of her own broken will…”  The feline shook his head, his eye steadying as well as loosing its whitish hue. When he looked at Yadre, it was with a clear steady blue eye and a calm knowing grin. His voice lost is weakness, becoming sinisterly playful.“You fetch the water, Hellhound.” The cat grabbed Yadre’s hair, pulling her up to her knees and staring at her closely, his shattered glass eye almost digging into her with his glare. “I’ll test her strength.”
 
Hellhound nodded. “Whatever you say, Spiral.” The canine hissed at his dogs, who followed him back into the darkness, leaving the felines together.
 
GoldenSpiral glared down at Yadre, holding her hair tightly. “What do you fear, little hero?”
 
Yadre hissed against the villain’s hold in her hair, and she tried to lean forward to bite at him! The villain had backed away just in time and laughed, but the heroine spit at his feet. “I won’t fall under your little brain spell, you freak…”
 
“I’m afraid you’ve already fallen into my trap. So now, I will say my goodbyes.” The slender feline waved to Yadre, but didn’t move from where he stood. Yadre began to become confused, but then she felt a tug at her bindings. He looked down and felt her heart almost stop in her chest. The iron hoop had sunk into the floor, and was pulling the cable down with it. Yadre tried to pull away, but it was like a heavy weight was sinking very slowly into wet concrete! She was being pulled under, and felt the cold concrete soaking into her clothes as she began to sink herself. She struggled, but found herself up to her neck, barely able to hold herself over the watery cement. She took a deep breath just before being pulled under, but the pressure built as she struggled, and finally she was forced to try and breathe…
 
A rush of water splashed down her throat, making the heroine cough. She hacked up the water, trying to breath, but something held her nose as more water was forced into her mouth and down her throat. She opened her eyes, finding herself back in her bindings on the floor, the Hellhound holding her head as he forced a bottle of water passed her lips, squeezing the water into her. She coughed up the water again, the canine letting her fall to the ground. She coughed harshly and finally caught her breath. “W…what was…?”
 
Hellhound capped the water bottle, squatting down near the heroine so he wouldn’t need to speak loudly for her to hear. “I don’t know what you saw, and don’t want to. Spiral has a way of making you do anything he pleases, and I don’t envy anyone who experiences his manipulative ways.” The canine stood back up and circled the cat, pulling off his mask as he watched her on the ground, water staining the cement floor under her. “In a few moments, I’ll have you finish your drink.”
 
“N-no!” Yadre turned her head away from the hound, her body shaking a bit in the cold of the room, her clothes still feeling wet, even though her hands felt her clothes as dry. She also felt the lack of her utility belt, which she cursed under her breath for. “I’m not going to just sit her and-“
 
The heroine went silent as a heavy boot pressed to her cheek, forcing her head to the ground and holding her steady, the hound crouching near her again, speaking in soft growls. “Listen, you worthless piece of shit, and listen well. If you struggle with me, I’ll make sure your little brain re-write fails. I’ll drug you up so bad and fuck with your mind so much you’ll be nothing more than a damn vegetable. You’d be barely a good fuck-doll to make a few bucks off on the fucking street.” The boot got a bit heavier, making Yadre whimper as the villain went on. “Once you’re useless, I’ll feed you to my dogs, and send the city what they can’t finish for them to deal with.”  The hound released his boot from Yadre’s face, but quickly wrapped his arm around her, grabbing her nose shut with one hand while pushing the bottle of water between her lips with the other. “Now drink!”
 
The heroine fought, trying to shake the bottle out of her mouth, but the man held her tightly, and the water filled her cheeks. She couldn’t breathe, and in moments she’d gasp for air, taking in the water. She coughed and hacked, but only more water came. Her eyes teared up badly as her body craved the air, but it didn’t come. The bottle finally emptied, and Hellhound let the cat go, Yadre pulling back and falling to her side, coughing and gasping for air.
 
“Good girl. You’ll learn your place yet.” Hellhound stood and snapped at his dogs. “Watch her, boys. Make sure she doesn’t hurt herself on her bindings.” He started to walk away, but Yadre began to shiver.
 
“I…I need to…to p-“
 
“Doesn’t sound like my problem. You start learning your place, maybe you can use a bathroom. Until then.” Hellhound walked away without a glance back, his feral dogs taking a few steps closer to Yadre before sitting, watching the girl.
 
The heroine squirmed, so much water in her, she needed to pee so badly. She crossed her legs and tried to breathe slowly, to keep her mind elsewhere. Try to think of how to escape. She looked around the dark room, unable to see anything but the faint shadow of Hellhound as the villain walked away. She bit her lip, remembering how she was treated by that… that… she didn’t even know what to call him. He wasn’t a man… he was a mongrel. She could also see what she assumed was GoldenSpiral, that cat with the weird eye. What had he done to her? Had he gotten inside of her mind? That was impossible.
 
Yadre shut her eyes tight, whimpering as she felt her body aching to use the bathroom. She felt a hot breath near her cheek and backed away, one of the dogs having sniffed at her cheek. “Go away you little mutt!” she harshly whispered at the dog, but it did no good, the dog going back to sniff at the bound up heroine. She tried to turn her face away from the rancid dog breath, but a cold nose on her thigh made her jump, looking behind her where the other dog had come for a smell of his own!
 
“N…no!” Yadre tried to kick at the dog, but her body shivered with her need to relieve itself, and she quickly clenched her legs back together. She could feel a warm drizzle down her leg, and tried to hold herself back from having any bigger accident. Her breathing was shaky and she whimpered between each breath, her own submissive sounds echoing in the empty room, but her whimpers turned into a sharp gasp when the cold nose of the dog behind her returned. She didn’t dare kick out again, but she tried to squirm away from the dog. A sharp growl made her freeze, but she began to squirm again when his nose pressed to her shorts, pressing up under her tail, following down to her crotch. When a hot tongue pressed against her, the heroine squeezed her eyes shut, begging her body to hold on, but her shivering legs failed her, and she began to feel her own piss falling down her leg and staining her shorts. “N…nooo…”
 
Yadre felt both of the dogs trot back behind her, and they sniffed at her, and began licking at her backside, making her try to pull away. The tongues pressed against her ass and around her tail before slipping down between her thighs, which she tried to hold together. She couldn’t get away from the tongues, and every time she tried to pull away the beasts would growl and nip at her thighs, making her stop again and accept the foreign tongues. She whimpered and shivered tears on her face from the sheer humiliation of peeing herself and being licked up and cleaned by those feral dogs…
 
When she opened her eyes, she saw Spiral kneeling down just within the light, his glass eye staring down at her, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Kitty likes the dogs, eh?”
           
Yadre clenched her teeth together, glaring up at the cat with tears streaking down her cheeks. “Make them stop… make them go away!”
 
Spiral shook his head, never letting his eyes wander from hers. “I think you’d rather have more. Hee heh…” The villain backed up into the shadows again, and a sharp yipe made the heroine turned to look at the dogs behind her. They had nipped at each other, growling and snapping until one of them backed away with his tail between his legs. The larger of the two dogs went back under Yadre’s tail, but as the feline watched, she felt her heart thumping in her chest. The dog wasn’t just sniffing and licking at her stained shorts, but he was sniffing and licking at her pussy… and he was getting aroused by it. The dog’s red member pressing very obviously from underneath him, his wagging tail making his large hanging balls swing slowly. His nose pressed harder into her shorts, his tongue licking more definitely and more purposefully than before, pressing at her pussy from the back of her shorts. Yadre whimpered and tried to turn away from the dog, but a sharp quick bite to her leg made her stop. Even the other dog growled near her ear, making her sink to the ground.
 
“It seems the pups will need a little help with their new bitch.” Spiral’s voice came from behind, and a strong hand grabbed from behind and between her legs, lifting her rear up easily before setting her abs down on what felt like a stool, a thick band wrapping quickly around her waist, holding her to the stool with her ass up in the air, her hands tied secured to the ground!
 
“No! Let me go, stop this!” Her eyes wide, Yadre watched as the larger dog paced back and forth, his feral dick growing and slipping further from its sheath, his eyes never leaving the heroine’s backside. “Please, stop it!”
 
Yadre felt something press just under her tail and drag down to her crotch. As soon as it stopped, Spiral pulled at her shorts, ripping them along the seams, exposing her urine-stained panties. “Ah, there we go. I’m sure they can figure out the rest.” The thin fingers slapping at her butt before walking away. “Take good care of those dogs. If you hurt their feelings, I’m sure Hellhound will be very eager to revenge his faithful little friends.”
 
“Please don’t!” Yadre bit her lips as the dog went back to licking her, the tongue pressing past her shorts now, and even slipping under her panties, the rough canine tongue dragging along her sensitive outer lips. She closed her eyes tight, but the second dog came to her and began licking at her face, roughly and hotly pressing its tongue across her eyes and lips and nose, making the heroine try to turn her head away. Every way she turned her head, the dog followed, licking at the tears that streaked down her cheek, and at the sweat that glistened against her skin. The dogs both wagged their tails fast, their bodies shaking as their tongues searched and probed her, tasting her body and her fluids.
 
Yadre gasped as the dog behind her pressed its muzzle into her panties, the cold wet nose pressing to her taint as its long tongue pressed firmly and hungrily into her folds, pulling back only dive in again and again, making her legs shake. She tried to hold back a deep moan that threatened to escape her, but she was so focused on that she had forgotten the second dog, whose tongue pressed into her own mouth! She pulled away, sickened, but the growl sounding at her cheek and the weakness she felt spreading through her body from the dog behind her made her stop and shiver, letting the mutt go back to licking her face, and back to her mouth, the dog eating out her mouth, mimicking its partner who attacked her pussy.
 
Yadre could hear a soft laugh beyond the light, but even as her body tightened with humiliation she couldn’t will her body to fight back. The rough canine tongues lapped restlessly against her sensitive flesh, pushing her body into a greater need and want. She felt fear as her body shivered under her, but it was what began to happen next that pushed her truly to the next level.
 
The dog from behind stopped licking, standing back and looking at his bitch. Yadre knew her womanhood must have been red and swollen, and probably dripping with not only the dog’s saliva but her own juices as well. Her ass high in the air and this other dog still licking at her welcoming open mouth, she must have looked like a complete whore… a toy for the dogs to play with. Whether the dog could even think like that, she knew it, and that made her cringe. Her eyes snapped open when the dog behind her jumped up, his rough strong paws digging painfully into her sides, scraping under her fur. Those paws wrapped strongly around her, pushing up until they were just under her tits, the sharp nails of the dog scratching harshly at her torso as he began to thrust himself forward, his sharp hard member slapping and pocking awkwardly at her thighs and butt.
 
“Augh! N-no! Stop it, Bad….bad…”  Yadre was trying to scream, but the second dog nipped her neck and growled harshly before licking into her mouth again, forcing her silence. The heroine began to cry as she tried to move, but the dog behind her held her strongly. The mutt was getting closer, and the painfully large cock was painfully stabbing at her legs. She hated what was happening, but felt herself spreading her legs, trying to keep the dog from hurting her legs anymore. She knew it was going to happen, she couldn’t stop it, the dog was too strong, she was too weak…
 
She felt the tip slip into her folds, making the feline squeak. The dog behind her knew he had hit his mark, and quickly thrust his hips fully forward, pushing inch after inch of his feral cock inside of her. His hips moved fast, slapping his muscled thighs against her ass, bending her tail up as he raped her. She screamed, even the dog in front of her moving away to lick at his own growing erection. Yadre gasped in her breaths, her face falling to the cold concrete as the dog behind her pushed his full erection inside of her again and again like a machine, pushing himself at full speed even as she felt his knot beginning to swell. The dog leaned his weight across her back, his mouth inches from her ear, his hot breath wetting her face, his tongue dripping onto her neck as she felt herself pushing back. No… no she couldn’t be pushing back… not to this…
 
The second dog returned, but didn’t lick at Yadre’s face again. She waited for the dog to attack her mouth again, and even opened her mouth for him, but the dog just looked at her, his own erection flopping between his hind legs. She cringed as the dog’s knot behind her began to grind against her clit with every press, the muscle large enough that the dog was trying to force it fully into her body. She whimpered and bit her lips, lowering herself to the floor once again. The second dog jumped up, gripping around her breasts as he began humping as well, his cock slapping her cheek.
 
Yadre moaned deeply, releasing her shivering needs as she felt the dog behind her pressing hard, so close to tying her like the bitch she was. She opened her mouth, panting at the cock in front of her, and she leaned forward to taste that thick red feral dick. “Y-yes…”
 
The heroine collapsed to the floor, panting hard, her body wet and shivering. She gulped, her mouth dry and sticky as she tried to see through the darkness of the room. Sitting obediently only five feet away were the two dogs, each of them staring at the girl with no care in their dark eyes. The feline panted and swallowed hard. She tried to sit up, keeping her hands low where they were tied, and she felt her legs dripping. She looked back, seeing herself kneeling in a puddle of her own urine, her shorts soaked through and whole. No tear, she wasn’t exposed. Her torso wasn’t torn or scratched by the dog paws. She looked around again to see the Golden Spiral step into the light and kneel by the dogs, a grin pulling at his thin cracked lips.
 
“Wha…” Yadre looked around, and then back at the villain with shaking eyes. “What ha…”
 
“You put on quite the show, Alleycat. I was afraid you were enjoying it all too much, so I thought I’d give you a break.” He sneered and began to chuckle. “To think how much you enjoyed your playtime.”
 
Yadre looked back again at her shorts. “But they… they couldn’t have, I…”
 
“Just because it was all in your mind alone, does that mean it wasn’t real? In that case, I am innocent of your rape, Alleycat. But try telling yourself that you weren’t fucked by a couple of feral animals, and that you began to enjoy yourself… tell yourself that you didn’t crave a thick animal’s dick spreading you like a bitch, or tasting that dirty mutt yourself. I watched… you were spreading yourself like a begging little whore.” Golden Spiral stood and walked slowly around the heroine, who stared at the floor, her eyes wide as tears dripped from her cheeks to the floor. “For you to become useful to us, I must first unfreeze your mind. Fall you back to a primal state, unravel your beliefs, and shadow your feelings for justice and truth. Only after you’ve become unfrozen will we make our own changes. Make you obedient to our cause. Then we will begin to allow you to set again, and freeze your new believes in place.”
 
“Please…” Yadre gulped, feeling her pride breaking, her will to fight dissipated. “I’ll do whatever you ask… Just don’t…”
 
Golden Spiral laughed loudly, his shrieking cackle echoing into the large room. “You think I would trust you? No no, my soiled pet.” The villain knelt down, lifting the feline’s cheek with his bony sharp finger. “You will be a plaything until we’ve broken your gentle beliefs… then you will be ours for good.” Yadre hissed and spit at the man, but in the instant she resisted, he was gone, and she fell forward, panting. A chuckle made her turn, the man standing behind her. “And how I don’t envy you… who will not know the truth, even as it stands in front of you.”  He began to walk away, back into the darkness. “A hell it must be, to not be able to trust your own mind and body, much less your very senses.”
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Hours dragged on in silence and darkness before Yadre was visited again. She couldn’t recognize the men’s faces, but could see them clearly in the sharp column of light she rested in. Goons… hired muscle was all they were, yet unable to fight Alleycat was lower than them. No longer a heroine to be feared, but a toy to be used. She was hit, her hair pulled, her hands stepped on, her face slapped. They forced something into her mouth. It was a metal brace that widened with a long thick wing-nut. Her jaws were strained, unable to pull away from the strong steel device, and as her teeth were held aside these punks felt it gave them a right to use her mouth as they saw fit. They used her tongue and throat to wet themselves, their cocks hard before they lowered their trousers, and from there took their turns lifting her tail and using her. One of them men spit on her and began to lube up her tail hole with his saliva. Yadre squirmed and whimpered, but couldn’t stop the man…
 
What did stop him was a hissing growl from the shadows. Salvador… the Salamandar had returned, and puffing on his cigar he glared around at his men. With barely muttered order and a snap of his fat fingers, the men left, grumbling to themselves, the ones who hadn’t gotten off cursing under their breath. The thick muscled reptile unfastened the steel gag, tossing it aside before squishing the feline’s cheeks between two strong fingers, pulling her face up to look him in the eyes. His eyes were a sickening yellow, matching his stained grin, and the smoke flowing from between his teeth hurt the heroine’s eyes, making her look down and away from the threatening man. Seeing her weakness, Salvador grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her up and forcing his long smokey tongue into her mouth. His sharp teeth rested against her skin, pressing just strong enough against her to show that he could break her in a moment. He finally dropped her, and moved behind.
 
Yadre heard the thick zipper, and could feel the man’s pants fall near her legs. She cried, but her tail lifted, her legs spreading slowly. His arm, thick as her torso, wrapped around her hips and lifted her uncomfortably high. She looked back to see his monstrous cock. It couldn’t be real… it seemed almost as thick as her arm, the head hugged tightly but a thick almost scaly foreskin. He was rubbing the tip now against her ass, and the pressure of his cock began to build under her tail, making the feline squirm. He was beginning to push inside when she screamed!
 
And then it was all gone… she collapsed, finding herself in an empty room again. She cried, her body sore from the abuse that had never come… but when she wiped her cheek with her shoulder, she noticed cum clinging to her arm. Someone had been there… but who? Which of those memories were real?
 
The feline has no idea how long she had been held captive. Had it been days yet? A week? When the door opened it was sometimes light out, and sometimes dark… but was that true? Was she really seeing any of it? She was hit, raped, played with… Golden Spiral himself came himself sometimes, maybe only a memory of him, and played with her with his long boney fingers until she felt she would cum herself, but would always stop and allow the goons to have their way with her afterwards, with whom she’d never cum. It was torture day in and out. She didn’t know when she had been released  from her bindings, but she found herself holding men’s cocks with both hands, pumping them as her tongue worked another man’s cock, another cock deep inside of her. She remembered the lewd acts she was forced to do that she was now offering, even begging to perform. She fucked herself with Salvador’s tail while the huge brute had her lick his cock head until he came across her face, soaking her with his scent. She allowed hellhound to mark her with his piss, and she licked herself clean when he was finished. She licked goons around their cock, sucked their furry ballsacks, even licked their asses as they jerked off over her tits.
 
Yadre’s eyes had been staring blankly at the light in the ceiling. She didn’t know for how long, though she could swear she was being fucked only moments ago. The sound of gunshots and screaming didn’t startle her, if she heard them. As the feline turned her head, she began to see new lights. New visions. Sights she had seen somewhere before…
 
A boy in dark red held a shield against the gunfire coming from all around. He threw weapons of all shapes and sizes, binding blinding and striking down foe after foe. Another boy in blue, almost like a policeman, was jumping across the warehouse, shooting his gun impossibly fast, striking with his flashlight, using his taser… He seemed to see even behind himself as he fought, never looking from his target, but striking in every direction. A third masked man… no, boys. They were so young. Couldn’t be even twenty. The third was wearing skin tight clothing, mostly black, and jumped from goon to goon, striking with hand and foot, moving his body like a weapon, striking like in a dance.
 
The chaos around her didn’t stir the heroine, it only made her tired. She wanted it all to stop, to go back… she didn’t know if she wanted to be gone… or go back to what had happened to her. What was normal anymore? What did she want?
 
A strong hand cradled her cheek, lifting her chin gently. When Yadre opened her eyes, she was looking up into the masked face of a large gruff man. His grey fur was unshaven, his jaw line strong and his skin scarred, but his eyes didn’t look threatening. A thickly calloused finger pulled below her eye, a soft light shining as she tried to remember who this was. Her wrists were pulled against her bindings, which still held her tightly to the ground, and with a hard snip they were released. The feline was lifted into the air, cradled against this man’s chest. Her tail wrapped loosely around his leg as her hands wrapped around his armored chest, her muzzle nuzzled his arm. He smelled like mix of sweat, oil, a dark aftershave, smoke, and leather. A dangerous smell… but she felt calmed by it.
 
The man was talking. His voice was so soft to Yadre’s ears, she didn’t pay attention. He was giving orders… and then he was walking her somewhere. Towards a car… a large car, like a tank which was somehow inside of the building… nothing really made sense. It was easier to sleep… Let it all happen. Allow herself to be captured again… too hard to fight…
 
Dreamless sleep… but long. Like dreaming of blackness. No sound, so sights, just yourself and your mind left to question. What do you talk to yourself about when you have no one else to speak to? What about who you are? What is real? Why are you the way you are? What defines you… the questions keep coming, but answers are harder to come up with. With so much time in the dark yet dreamless nights, answers start to come.
 
Yadre awoke in a dimply lit room with simple light blue painted walls. She was warm, lying on her back in a large bed, a thick duvet covering her legs up to her stomach. Her arm was lying to her side, something sticking out of her near her wrist. When she saw the IV, her mind raced to the drugs she must have been forced in the water, and she grabbed for the drip, but someone caught her wrist.
 
“Shhh, relax. Relax…”
 
“Who…wh-where am I?” Yadre looked over to the man she hadn’t seen when she woke up. A large grey mutt wearing a simple collared white shirt with his sleeves rolled up past his elbows. He looked harmless, a dark patch over one eye.
 
“You’re safe. Please, calm down, you have to sleep a while longer.” His voice was soft and very clear, and the hand that touched her chest pushing her back onto the bed was slow moving and unthreatening.
 
“What are you doing to me?”
 
“They’re just fluids and medicine to counter the drugs. You’re safe, Alleycat. Please, sleep.”
 
“How do you know m…my…” Yadre fell asleep again, something in the drip making her so drowsy. Alleycat… that name gave her confidence. It gave her answers to those questions in the dark. It gave her clarity and courage through the confusion.
 
When she awoke, the room was brighter, the man had gone, and the door was slightly ajar. She took her time in getting out of the bed, finding herself dressed in only a very large grey shirt with a large paw print on the crest. It was… she remembered. It was the insignia of the Watchdog, a well known hero on the streets. You could buy his shirts in almost every Hot Topic… it made Yadre wonder if you’d ever be able to buy Alleycat merchandise.
 
The girl found a pair of jeans near the door along with a three-pack of plain cotton panties, new with tag. She slipped into the clothes, the jeans a bit too big, but easily held up with a thin belt, and then carefully snuck her way out the door. She seemed to be in a large house, and made her way towards the stairs, where she heard voices. She descended, and crouching on the stairway she saw a group of people all talking to one another at a very long dining table. It was an original breakfast club… a complete dorky looking fish, a half-way butch feline girl, a total thug Doberman, the shorter but obvious jock, a clutzy but cute bobcat, the average high school pup, a young policeman still in uniform… and the man who had been at her bedside. He was at the head of the table sharpening a knife before going to work on a pile of greens he was chopping and tossing into a large bowl. An attractive woman came in from what she assumed was the kitchen and kissed the man on the cheek before setting down what looked like a bottle of oil, taking her own seat. It was all a pleasant image…
 
“Hey, she’s awake!”  The high school pup stood up, his tail wagging behind him. “You can come join us, ya know! I set up a spot for you right over here by me!”
 
“Psh, yeah, it WAS my spot.” The purple cat at the table rolled her eyes.
 
“Shut it Plum, we have a guest, nyeh.”
 
The grown man reached over to the pup and pushed his shoulder down until he sat. “Sit down, Marts. Behave.” The large mutt with the eye patch looked up and grinned towards the girl on the stairs. “Feel free to come join us, miss. We’re just about to have dinner.”
 
Yadre watched a while longer, feeling half suspicious, but definitely very hungry. She slowly made her way down the stairs and walked half-awkwardly to the table, sitting next to the high school kid. The boy was grinning dreamily at the girl, leaning his elbow on the table and sighing as his tail wagged behind him. He looked absolutely love-struck as he looked at the blue tigress sitting next to him.
 
The man cleared his throat to get the boy’s attention, everyone else at the table rolling their eyes at the display the boy was giving. “Anyways,” The man started. “My name is Eddy Holmgren. I’m the landlord here, and the pup next to you is Marty, my son.” 
 
“I’m not a pup, dad…”
 
“You stop acting it, I’ll stop calling you it.” The table chuckled, making Marty pout and cross his arms in a very teenage fashion. “Now, don’t feel obligated to memorize, I promise no pop quizzes. The young lady in Plum,” He nodded towards the purple cat, and then proceeded around the table, “the Doberman is Lorenzo, though everyone here calls him Brick, our fishy friend is Mickey, The shorter fellow is Caleb,” The athletic boy folded his large ears back, scowling a bit from being called short, “and then we have our guests officer Doppler and his friend Raki, and of course my beautiful wife Marmalade.” He smiled at the woman sitting next to him, and then proceeded to toss the large bowl of salad before dishing out decent portions and passing them around the table. “And you are?”
 
The whole table was looking her way, but without a moment of hesitation, the girl smiled naturally. “Yadre.”
 
“Welcome to our home, Yadre. I told the boys here that you were ill and would be staying with us a few days while your parents were out of town, what with your insurance company going bankrupt and all. I’m sure you will be welcome until you’re feeling better. Isn’t that right?” The whole table nodded as they took their bowls, one finally being passed over to the tigress herself. “And now, enjoy your meals. Marty, how was school?”  Dinner moved on as if Yadre wasn’t there… but no, it was more like she had always been there. The others turned to talk to her. She was part of the table, not a stranger. It was strange, but very nice.
 
When dinner was over, the whole table was still full into conversation, but Eddy took his leave and brought Yadre upstairs with him. Finally she could start asking the questions she’s had since she had woken up. “So where am I?”
 
“You’re in one of my rentals. My son lives here with his roommates, just north of Downtown. You’ve been asleep for two days.”
 
Yadre exhaled slowly. “Wow, okay… And why?”
 
“You needed help.”
 
Yadre looked at the shirt she was wearing. She held it to her nose for a moment, and the scent came right back to her. “So you’re…” She hesitated and gestured at the shirt.
 
Eddy grinned. “Yeah, but don’t go spreading that around.”
 
“Oh, I won’t! It’s just… heh.” She shrugged, and began to fidget. She was feeling strange… her legs crossed just a bit, but finally walked forward into the room Eddy had opened for her. “Um, what did they do to me? I mean…”
 
“It’s okay, Alleycat, I know what you mean.” He motioned for her to sit, which she did. She watched him as he began to explain. “The orangish cat with the skintight suit, Golden Spiral, can get into people’s minds and manipulate their senses. He planned on confusing your mind to the point of confusing yourself about your own identity. He was close to a point of ‘unthaw’ that he was going to implement you and train your mind to believe in his own ideals. When we found you, we brought you here and left you in a sterile environment to allow your mind a chance to recover with only itself to influence your behavior. You should be back to normal, but the drugs they were giving you will take a few days to fully work out of your system.”
 
Yadre heard every word Eddy had said, but her mind was elsewhere. Her eyes had wandered to the man’s thick arms, his stubbly manly face, his deep strong green eye… She knew that she shouldn’t be feeling like she was for the man who saved her life, but she had trained herself to keep her arousals hidden. She nodded carefully through the explanation even as she felt her womanhood becoming hot. “S-so I should stay here a while longer?”
 
“Until you’re more fully recovered, I think you should consider remaining close to where you can find help. My son was with me when we found you, and he can watch over you while you’re here.”
 
When she thought about it, Yadre could picture the high schooler downstairs in a mask fighting crime like the blurry image she had of her rescue. “I think I would like that… staying here, I mean.”
 
“Good.” Eddy stood up and walked closer to Yadre, placing a large strong hand on her shoulder. “I’ll be taking my leave then. If you need me, Marty has my number, you can call day or night.”
 
The feeling of Eddy’s hand stirred Yadre more than it should have, the dark musky aftershave she smelled making her bite her lip before she moaned out loud. “S-sounds good.” 
 
Eddy grinned and left the room, and Yadre was left a while longer with her thoughts, but now with much more important questions. Why was she yearning so much for the strong hero that saved her? She knew the man was married, but that even made it more… needed. She needed that man. She needed to feel every inch of him, to let him feel every inch of her. She needed to taste that dark muskiness, to worship that strong body…
 
Yadre fell to her knees, her hands quickly pulling off the belt she wore before pushing down into her jeans, rubbing her pussy hard underneath the cotton panties as she reached up to rub her breasts through the shirt. Oh, the shirt… she held the collar of the shirt over her nose, breathing deeply at the traces of the man’s scent. What was happening to her? Why did she need this so badly? She dragged her finger heavily up her slit, imagining how strong the man’s finger would have been, how thick and calloused against her soft skin. The man who could be as old as her father, she wanted to be on her knees for him, to feel his cock in her mouth, to taste his flesh, to swallow his scent. She fell to the floor, her hand moving fast over her clit as he other gripped her breast almost painfully, pinching her nipple. She was so close to the edge, but couldn’t get off. She needed more, she needed a real cock to be satisfied. She wanted to be abused again, taken like a bitch, she wanted…
 
A knock came at the door, and Yadre quickly snapped out of her fantasy and jumped up onto the bed, pulling the shirt over her undone pants just as the door opened, Marty standing outside. “Hey~ Yadre right? I was just seeing how things were going for ya, making sure you were comfortable and stuff. You know, it’s still early and you’ve been sleeping a lot, so if you’re not tired, I was wondering if I could show you around the house a bit, maybe we can play some games or watch a movie. What do you think?”
 
Yadre looked at the boy, but her blood was so hot, she didn’t see who she had seen at the table. Marty should be at least 18, and even though he covered himself well with jeans and a loosely hanging tee-shirt, his arms and neck were tight with muscle. He was tall, and he grinned knowingly, like he was watching his prey… The feline shook her head, looking at Marty again. It was her mind playing tricks, he wasn’t looking at her with craving eyes. She was craving him. She felt her lust building in her again and gripped the blankets under her to keep under control. She forced an innocent smile. “Sure, I’d like a tour of the house.”
 
Marty grinned and wagged, walking into the room and holding out his arm in that oh-so cheesy way the gentlemen of old did. Yadre turned and tried to adjust herself so that her pants wouldn’t fall, quickly fastening them when she though Marty wouldn’t see, and then took his arm. As they began to walk, she caught a hint of Marty’s own smell. Her legs began to shake, and the boy barely was able to catch her, falling back himself. Yadre laid on top of Marty for a moment, her nose touching the skin of his neck, breathing in his light youthful scent before leaning up, her hand ‘accidentally’ brushing over his torso and over his lap.
 
            “S-sorry…” Yadre’s body was shaking and hot, and she felt her panties becoming wet as she half-straddled one of the young man’s legs.
 
            “Are you okay? Maybe you should get some more rest, I don’t want to rush you… you’ve been through a lot. Let me help you.” The innocent Marty helped his feline friend up and carefully sat her back onto the bed. “Here,” he brought the side table close. “If you just press ‘0’, it’ll ring through the house, and I can answer. I’ll get you anything you need, okay?” He smiled at her, kissing the top of her hand. “I want you to feel better. Can I get you some water?”
 
            “N-no…I’m fine. Thank you… I think I’ll sleep.”  Yadre watched Marty as he made his way to the door. She watched his ass, licking her lips before the boy turned around to give a short wave and close the door for her. She wanted him… her body craved to take any of his innocence for herself. She wanted to have him… for him to have her. As the door closed, she still saw him. She saw him turn to her with that predatory look in his eyes, and as she pulled her sheets back down and tossed her soaked panties to the floor she could almost feel the boy jumping on her. Her imagination raped her harder, the young man’s cock penetrating her, even entering her ass when she presented it. She shook her head, panting as her fingers pulled out of her ass. She collapsed on the bed, unsatisfied, but shivering from the effort she had been fingering herself to, those images still fresh in her mind. What was wrong with her…?