Pete reluctantly agreed. He looked up into Luna's alluring eyes. She smiled at the obviously scared human and delicately brushed her fingers over his cheeks reassuringly. She then began rolling him up in the torn carpet. She hauled the "loot" to her van, and then went back to get her real prize.
"Stay completely still."
Luna carried the young man down the stairs and to her van. Pete was impressed with how strong the feline was, even though she was much shorter and lighter than the ex-Marine. She unceremoniously dumped him in the back of the van and closed the doors. She started up the engine and drove away.
"You can come out of the carpet now," Luna called back. She left it loose enough that he could squirm out of the rolled up remains of his bedroom flooring. "Just don't come up to the front seat. I don't want anyone seeing you. In the meantime, take off your shoes, put your spares on, use those rags in my van to stuff the carpet, and make it look like your shoes are sticking out the same way as when I carried you."
"Got it," he said. They drove to an abandoned dump, and Luna dragged the "body" out, dug a hole, and poured kerosene on the roll. She tossed a burning pack of matches on the roll and it flared up immediately. Pete cautiously watched from the back window of the van, and saw a car parked outside the junkyard with its lights off. It drove away as soon as the roll caught fire.
Luna entered the van and started driving. "So where are we going?"
"My place. But first, I've got to make a phone call." She dialed on her cellphone. "Yes, the work is done. Yes, disposed of. Yes I've got the drive. I'm mailing the drive to your office tomorrow, you can transfer the money to my account. Yeah."
"So we're all good?"
"He said it'll take a few days for the balance to show up in my account. Other than that, we're good to go."
"And if the money isn't in your account?"
"He knows better."
They drove to her home, a nice, somewhat large house in the countryside. It wasn't a mansion, but it certainly didn't signify she was starving either. She opened the door and Pete followed her inside.
"Don't get too comfortable here. We'll be leaving for Costa Rica or Belize within a few days. In the meantime, there's the little issue of your debt to pay me."
"Oh, right..."
"Upstairs."
He followed the black cat's lead up to her bedroom. When she opened the door, his eyes grew wide. A large bed sat against the wall, with four large posts each adorned with shackles. Her wall had an assortment of whips, crops, canes, plugs, dildos and other toys.
"Deal's a deal. Get undressed." The ex-Marine shrugged and realized he had no choice. His life was in her hands, and soon, so would his body. He reluctantly discarded his clothing until he was down to his boxers. She looked at them disapprovingly until he removed them. His large and hardening cock wiped the scowl off Luna's face and she smirked.
"I love it when my investments pay off. On the bed." Pete did as he was told and got on the plush bed with its blood red sheets and blankets. "Now, spread your arms and legs please." He again complied, and she shackled his limbs.
"You've been a good boy so far. I reward good behavior," Luna said as she stripped slowly in front of her captive slave. Her fur was black as the darkest night, except for a small streak of white which ran from the bottom of her tits to her navel. Her pink nipples were hardened and her breasts plump and perky. She spread her legs and put her fingers to her sex to spread her pussy wide for his viewing pleasure. A few drops of her cream ran starkly down her black thighs.
"Lick me baby," she ordered. It was the first time Pete had ever been with a furoid, and he was lucky his first was with someone of such striking beauty. He inhaled her scent as she presented her sex to his face. She smiled calmly at him as he darted his tongue around the folds of her pussy. She moaned and ran her hands in his wavy hair. To his surprise, she purred softly as he ate her out.
"Oh my, you are very good at this. Very...oh...very good at this." Her fingers traveled down to his ears where she rubbed them gently. It only encouraged Pete to work on her with more vigor. She braced her hands against the wall as his pace increased. She shivered noticeably.
"Very...mm, good oh yes, boy, oh, oh," she gasped. She suddenly showered his face with her cream, covering him in it. It was sweet, sweeter than any human woman Pete had ever been with, and he lapped it up greedily.
"Well," Luna said with shortness of breath, "not bad for our first go around. But now the fun really begins." She slid off of the bound man and grabbed her toys. She looked down at her captive and contemplated where to begin.
"Hmm, I like experimenting. Let's find out a few things about you," she said. Luna found a blindfold and wrapped it around her slave's eyes. He began to breathe faster and shallower.
"Nervous already, honey?" she asked sweetly. Pete nodded slightly. She smiled and said "good." The black cat decided to start very gently with her captive and work her way up. He was, after all, hers, and she could take as much time as she wanted with him. A feather seemed an appropriate torture device to begin with.
She traced the feather down his chest, brushing over his nipples. They stood erect and she crouched down to lick them, earning a groan of pleasure from her captive. Pete thought to himself, if this is her idea of torture, he could get used to it.
The feather went down to his throbbing cock, and she traced the shaft with the feather's tip, then went down his balls. When she got to his thighs, he giggled slightly.
"Ticklish, are we?"
"Mmhmm," he replied, through pursed lips. The feather traveled down his leg further, and she could see her helpless victim gritting his teeth, holding in the laughter. When she got down to his feet, she licked her lips hungrily. The feather went up and down his soles, and his toes curled in response.
"It's okay baby, laugh if you want..." she said as she began to increase the intensity of her tickling. It was more than Pete could take and within seconds was exploding with laughter. He struggled against the bonds as the feline tickled the man mercilessly.
Pete was wheezing and gasping for air between insane laughter when Luna was satisfied with her tickling. She then looked at his helpless toes and began to suck them gingerly and lovingly. His laughter subsided and the warm, rough tongue felt pleasant on his soles and toes. Chuckles soon gave way to more moans of pleasure when Luna suddenly sunk her sharp, cat teeth into his big toe.
"Yow!" he screamed. A small trickle of blood oozed from the toe, and she lapped it up. Luna then returned the ball gag to his mouth and produced a cat-o-nine tails whip, and flogged his feet until they were bright red. She worked the small whip up his legs, leaving spaghetti-like streaks of red wherever the strips of leather impacted. Tears soaked the blindfold and muffled pleas barely escaped her captive's mouth.
She placed a cock ring on his throbbing penis, and it seemed to grow ever so slightly more. Next, she took a butt plug and lubed it up, then without any warning, shoved it up Pete's ass. He squeaked in pain and surprise at the sudden invasion.
"Oh hush now, this is only the beginning," she said dismissively. The female feline placed nipple clamps attached to a thin chain on his already sensitized nipples, again earning a yelp of displeasure. She was actually proud at how collected the ex-Marine was. Many of her former slaves would have been doing everything they could to escape at this point, but he took the punishment well.
"Now this is going to feel...awkward, babe," Luna said as she lubed up a sounding rod. She took his shaft and ran her hand up and down the smooth cock. She loved human cocks. Taking the head between her fingers, she pinched it until the opening gaped. A few drops of pre-cum oozed out, and she slid the steel sounding rod down his penis. Pete grunted and clenched his hand and toes.
"You're doing remarkably well, my pet," she said encouragingly. The rod sunk as far as it could go, but the dominatrix cat wasn't done yet. She attached two small alligator clips to the edges of the metal sounding rod and connected it to a tens device. She turned on the power to its lowest setting and watched his dick pulsate with the current. She increased the setting incrementally, and each turn of the knob sent new waves of pain through the poor man's penis. He grunted, sobbed, and screamed.
She quickly turned it to the highest setting and began to massage his buttocks. He was bucking around on the bed, so Luna climbed on top of his belly to hold him back down. Her wet pussy smeared her juices all over his belly, pooling in his bellybutton. She began to stroke his shaft, and felt the slight tingles of the electric pulses which were tormenting him. Without warning, Luna disconnected the tens device. The phantom tingles still racked Pete's brain, and he wasn't even aware there was no more jolts going through him.
"Easy, easy, easy, sweetie. Ok now, I'm going to take this sounding device out of you, and I'm going to ride you. Do not cum until I give you permission. If you do, the punishment will be severe," she said and removed the sounding rod. She also took out the butt plug and replaced it with a vibrator. She climbed on her helpless victim and slid her wet, hot pussy's pussy over his abused dick. She took back the cat-o-nine and began whipping his stomach as she rode him roughly.
Pete was beside himself. He was almost convinced he was dead and was looking at a shell of himself fucking the black cat, but the pain from the whip brought him back to reality. Luna took hold of the chain attached to his nipple clamps, and like a cowgirl holding on the reigns of a horse, she gripped and pulled back as she bobbed up and down his large shaft.
"Ung, ung, ung," she shouted as a second orgasm built inside her. Just as she was about ready to release, she had enough strength to say "okay baby, come for me!" The Marine shot his load up her twat like a fire hose trained on an inferno. Never in his life did he cum like that before. His body was shaking and the stream of white liquid seemed to go on forever. The black cat wasn't worried about the human semen deep in her cavity, as they had no chance of becoming pregnant and shared no known communicable diseases between the two species. All she cared about was the hot load that filled her up and bloated her canal.
