Page 7 of For Life
“Yes, it can be taken out and put back in, so long as no body parts are added,” I grinned at his shocked expression. “I will take off my mask or scratch one of you three times in quick succession if I'm unable to communicate using the stoplight safe words. Spankings and swats to my ass and thighs are allowed, but no implements. Scratching and biting are likely from me, and cool for you all to give right back. Basically, if a cat would do to another cat in heat, I’m game. Minus the barbed penises.”
Everyone laughed at my joke about real cats and agreed to the terms. A said he’d update the Dungeon Monitors so they wouldn’t be alarmed. Maxx had a question about why I wouldn’t be able to communicate, and Ash explained non-verbal safe words, and it was time.
Waiting until the crowd had started thinning out was part of the plan, so I’d have more room to run. I slipped my mask on and Ash helped me snap it closed. It was black with spikes and matched my black-striped orange tail. The items were transitional for me, but the real feeling of being a cat came when I sank to my hands and knees, gave the four of them one last Cheshire grin, and took off toward the dungeon without a backward glance.
Some people liked knee pads and hand grips, but I wanted to feel the floor on my fingers and toes, I didn’t want to lumber around. Speed and agility were important if you were going to evade a bunch of Doms on their way to capture you. Where was the fun in making it easy?
Cutting around the corner, my eyes darted for a dark corner that still had space to escape. There was an unused cage in a less-lit side of the dungeon, and I moved to hide there before they caught up with me. Peeking out through the bars, I could see that the Doms must have separated and not followed me directly. A knew the space best, as the owner who kept it clean and organized, but Shepherd and Ash were owners as well, and the three of them had likely circled around to the other entrances to the dungeon. I could expect an ambush if I went for an exit.
Maxx was first in sight, following my path into the space. He had rolled up the sleeves of his black button-down, keen eyes searching for me among the dozens playing or watching scenes. Purring to myself on instinct, I was happy not to have been found too quickly. My focus was clearly too much on Maxx, because a hand wrapped around my ankle and pulled me flat.
Yowling and scratching at the floor I twisted to find Ash standing over me with A holding my leg. I kicked and scratched at them until they let me go, scrambling out from behind the cage in the opposite direction. They had almost captured me, and I wasn't ready to give in.
Looking for a high spot, I noticed the two boxes on the side of the room that were used to cover bigger implements or for suspension. They were different heights, and I could use them as a ladder. Leaping up to the first level like I was at the gym, I noticed Maxx and the others had all gathered at the bottom. I wondered who would come after me as I lept again to the top. I was about seven feet off the ground, and sat on my haunches.
Licking at the back of my paws that were sore from scrambling to escape, I peered down at the four of them imperiously. This was why I loved being a cat, the feeling of being in control, while also wanting to be caught and told I was pretty. Eventually.
The four of them were circling and conferring below, so I stretched languorously, ass out, presenting my tail to taunt them. An aroused growl caught my attention and I was delighted to find it had come from Maxx. If this was turning him on, then my job was half-done.
Shepherd and Ash worked together to climb on the bottom box and grab me, with Maxx and A there to restrain my arms and take me down. They held me flat on the bottom box, effectively giving them a stage for our scene. I meowed and scratched until they got my four limbs under control.
“You want to be bred by all these alpha cats, don’t you?” I heard A ask loudly. I thrashed at the idea, both aroused and humilated.
“Just a horny cat,” Maxx whispered in my ear, “Teasing us and wanting to be fucked.”
With those words, Iwasjust a horny cat, waiting to be played with by all of them. Someday, I would be held down like that and fucked properly.
For that night, I was more than content with being chased, caught, and captured.
Chapter five
MAXX
CHASINGANTANDTHATTAIL made me feel alive. I’d heard of primal play and pet play, but didn’t know they could be combined. At first I’d felt nervous, never having done a “scene” before, but the others reassured me and I quickly got into the hunt. I followed Ant into the dungeon space, but instead of being overwhelmed like I was the first time the room was full of kinksters, I was focused. I sought the expanse of pale skin and that striped tail.
When Ant first went down on all fours, I was taken back by the lust I felt at seeing the tail curl out and up from Ant’s most intimate place. I had spoken out loud without realizing.
“He really has that tail deep in his–”
“Theyreally have a tail intheirass,” Ash corrected me, before winking and heading off in a different direction than Ant went, with Shepherd and A right behind.
“They,” I whispered to myself, “good to know,” before following the trail that Ant left for us. I only vaguely remembered dropping my jacket that cost a week’s salary on the couch in the lounge before I paced after them.
The dungeon was full of people moaning and groaning, with smacks of implements on skin and chains rattling over the bass of the low music that set the tone. But my senses were focused on finding one sexy cat, so I could explore those things Ant said were allowed. It was like my brain switched from a civilized human to an animal, I was hunting for my prey and I didn’t care how I looked doing it.
My sense of smell wasn’t something I normally noticed, often having to block out the smell of urine and rotting trash when working the streets, but suddenly I was taking in the leather and pheromones. The room smelled of sweat and sex and something sweet that made me think of fear and pleasure at once. I wasn’t short, but I couldn’t see Ant anywhere among the BDSM furniture and voyeurs watching the scenes, though there were a few dark corners. Lyrics barely penetrated my mind, but something about fucking like animals caught my attention and made me smile. I wanted to fuck like an animal, which was a revelation for me.
What felt like minutes but was probably only seconds later, a cry like the sound of a cat having their tail pulled drew my attention. On the opposite side of the dungeon, I thought I saw Shepherd’s tall frame by a large cage. I had just enough logic left to not push people out of the way to get there faster. It proved to be beneficial when I heard Ash curse loudly and saw a certain cat crawling my way. Before I could intercept them, Ant lept with graceful strength onto one and then a second large wooden box. I was about to follow after when A put a hand on my shoulder.
“Let’s work together to get them down safely,” A pointed at how high Ant was.
“Yeah, definitely a better idea than dragging them down,” Ash teased.
Shepherd joined us, a little out of breath, “But two of us pulling and two to grab them might work?”
Nodding, I agreed, and we split into teams. Shepherd and Ash were more wiry and able to climb up and grab them, while A and I were more solid and would be best for catching and holding Ant down. We were like a pack of alpha wolves working together, and the painful throbbing in my dick told me I loved it.
Looking up, I saw Ant stretch out all cat-like, ass in the air, arms extended forward with hands curled into claws. Their tail curved up over their back, mimicking the line of their body. My eyes followed their lines, barely registering when Shepherd and Ash worked together to climb on the bottom box and grab Ant. A had to squeeze my shoulder in reminder of our role. I shook myself and focused on climbing up to pin Ant down with the others.