Best In Breed

by Marc Cabot

  "Fuck him... you little cunt... make him feel good!"

  Once again the words burned themselves into Gail's brain and she wrapped her slender legs around Martin and fucked him back, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her hands came up and ran all over his chest, stroking his neck and his face. He let out a surprised "Aaaaaaaah!" as her pussy clenched on him like a vise. She was incredibly wet but he could barely move between her tightness and the desperate grip of her thighs.

  Seconds later Martin let out another, louder roar of pleasure and started to come. Gail didn't seem to notice: she kept fucking back with everything she had even as a huge jet of come filled her so full it started to drip with each thrust. He grabbed her hands and held them down, but she wouldn't stop fucking him. He couldn't pull loose: she was so light she easily held her body onto his when he tried to lift up.

  "Angeline... get her off me..." Martin's face was flushed and the powerful orgasm had made him so sensitive even the beautiful heat of Gail's pussy was starting to hurt.

  Three orgasms had taken a little of the edge off, but Angeline's voice was still sharp as she lifted one hand and batted Gail on the shoulder. "Let him go, stupid. He's done with you." Gail went limp and Martin pulled out of her with a grimace of overstimulation.

  He managed to roll to the side - fortunately, it was a king-sized bed and he had a place to land without crushing any catgirls. Between pants he said, "You know... what to do... Angeline."

  "Yes, master!" Angeline wanted desperately to please him - she was feeling, quite irrationally, a little insecure. "Gail, you stay in this bed. Don't you move until I say you can." Then she rolled to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Inside was what looked like a large eyedropper. She sat up and applied it to Gail's sopping wet pussy, getting a good sample of the juices still spilling out of her.

  Carefully, she got out of the bed. Before leaving the room she said, "Gail, you do whatever he tells you! Lick him clean if he asks!" Martin blinked, but Angeline only had eyes for the little tube in her hands and walked downstairs quickly but with a cautious grace.

  She knew exactly what to do: it wasn't complicated and Martin had explained carefully. She uncovered the flasks, and added half the contents of the tube to each. After stirring each one with a separate glass rod, she turned the heaters up. The flasks, which had been warm but not steaming, began to bubble after a few moments. A small timer was preset on the counter and she activated it when each flask had started to boil.

  Once a minute or so, she stirred each mixture, careful to use the stirring rods only on a single flask. After about ten minutes, the timer went off, and she turned the heaters off. When the flasks stopped bubbling, she covered the small one loosely. Then she picked up the larger one with a potholder and just as carefully went back upstairs.

  Martin was lying in the bed, eyes closed and a very satisfied expression on his face. Gail was carefully cleaning his half-erect cock and his balls with her lips, making little sucking sounds. He looked up as Angeline entered the room, depositing the cooling flask on Martin's dresser.

  "Oh, good. I was just having her tidy up. The tongue was still a little rough." He smiled faintly at her. "She's not as gentle as you."

  Angeline smacked Gail's upraised ass, hard. "You stupid bitch. Did you hurt him?" Gail's rhythm was disrupted and the Siamese pressed into the bed, cringing.

  She hauled back for another blow but Martin said, "It's all right, Angeline, calm down. She did her best. Not everybody is as talented as you."

  She lowered her hand and her face eased somewhat, although there was still a spark of anger in her eyes. "Get away from him, idiot. I'll show you how to do it." Gail recoiled to a corner of the bed and Angeline slipped between Martin's thighs. Even with the little bristles on her tongue he barely felt anything but warmth and moisture as she licked him delicately clean. She started at the base of his balls and got every inch right up to the tip of his cock. When she was done it was hard again and she looked at Gail triumphantly.

  "Like that, stupid. That's how you please a man." Martin looked a little astonished but he laughed and caressed her hair. She pressed into his hand, purring. "I can do better than her, master. At anything. You see?"

  "Oh, I never doubted it, Angeline. You're amazing." He ruffled her hair and she beamed up at him.

  "Thank you, master. I did everything just like you said. It should be cool by now."

  "Perfect. Tell her to drink it."

  Gail, whose eyes had started to become somewhat alert again but who remained in the bed as if leashed to it, spoke for the first time in quite a while. "What? Drink..."

  Angeline cut her off. "Go to the dresser. Drink everything in that flask. Be careful. Spill a drop and I'll beat you." Once again her uncharacteristic ferocity made Martin's eyes widen but he said nothing as Gail walked gingerly over to the dresser, picked up the flask, and took a hesitant swallow.

  Just as Angeline had, she found the contents absolutely irresistible. After the first taste, only the Queen's admonishment to be careful kept her from pouring the whole thing down her throat at once. She made little mmmmm's of pleasure as she drank, licking her lips and even using her finger to get any trace remaining in the neck of the flask. After using her tongue to get every last drop, she turned back to the bed and started to talk in a slow, confused voice.

  "Angeline, I don't... what was that? Why did you make me drink... What are you doooooooooh!" Her voice ran down as her eyes widened. Her nose flared again, but this time she was taking in Martin's scent. "Oh... oh God... what's happening?"

  Her tail lashed and her ears came up. The huge blue eyes were locked on Martin's recumbent form and her mouth was working soundlessly. She swallowed several times and then, as if unaware she was doing it, started to walk toward the bed.

  Angeline tensed, but Martin said, "It's all right. That's right, Gail. Come to me. Come to your master."

  At the word "master," Gail flinched, but a heartbeat later she jumped into the bed and began to nuzzle Martin's chest, inhaling hugely through her nose. She began to kiss and lick at him. Rough purrs filled the air. Her confusion rapidly gave way to bliss.

  "I don't know..." Kiss, kiss, kiss... "What happened..." Kiss, kiss... "But I'm so happy..." Kisskisskiss... "Master!" The word sprang from her lips and she shuddered at the weight of it. Then she tried to crawl onto him only to be shoved away by Angeline.

  "It's my turn!" Angeline hissed out the words, but this time, there was a flash of fire from Gail before she let herself be moved aside. Angeline's dominance was still intact, but the more powerful master-bonding had given Gail a certain latitude of action that hadn't been there before.

  The blonde catgirl slithered onto Martin like a snake and gave Gail a possessive glare before sliding his cock into her tight cunt. "Oooooh... yes, master, I'll show you how a real slave can please you!" Angeline had never used the word "slave" of herself before, but it felt very right, and very hot, on her lips. She arched her back and started to move on him fluidly.

  Martin was still very sensitive and she felt him tensing. So she eased up and just kissed him gently, barely moving, holding him with her warm, soft body. He moaned with pleasure and she rocked on his shaft, letting out her own quiet sounds and just grazing him with kisses and touches.

  Soon she was lost in the feel of his body and the heat flowing into her from his cock. Gradually she sped up and without any warning she had a small orgasm. It barely disturbed her rhythm but the tightening made him grunt and his hands grabbed her ass and pulled her tight to him. She felt him come inside her, much more softly than usual, and as almost always happened it pulled her over the edge again as well. He stiffened and she felt his jaw tightening under her gentle kisses, so she slowed, stopped and let him breathe.

  "That was amazing, Angeline, but I need you to get up now. I can't take any more." His eyes were closed and he was smiling although he was still tense with an excess of pleasure. She lifted off him gracefully and snuggled to his side, savoring t
he feel of his heart beating.

  Gail, meanwhile, very stealthily slipped around and started licking him as she had seen Angeline do. If anything, her touch was even lighter. He flinched, then let out a long slow sigh and let the feathery caresses fill him with warmth.

  "You're a good teacher, Angeline..." he said faintly. She looked down at what Gail was doing and started to protest, but he pulled his arm around her and held her close. "Let her. It's just for tonight."

  Angeline settled back in and Gail smugly continued her ministrations. When she was done, she stretched herself along Martin's other side and he luxuriated in the warmth and beauty of the bodies pressed against his own.

  "This is the life," he said with a faint chuckle. "Whatever happens, I'll never forget this."

  "What do you mean, master?" Angeline's own voice was sleepy, but she didn't understand and this comment gave her a little concern.

  "Oh, nothing to worry about, pretty kitties. Although if you two need more, you're going to have to help each other." His cock was soft and almost an angry pink from all the attention it had gotten. "I think I need to call it a night."

  They both squeezed him tight and purred drowsily. Apparently even for catgirls, there came a point of satiation. It must be admitted, however, that later that night there was a suspicious amount of very quiet squirming under the sheets.

  Martin wasn't involved. He slept like a rock.

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  At 9 o'clock the next morning, Martin's cell-phone buzzed. He rolled to the side blearily and squinted at it. "Up and at 'em, girls." A mound under the sheets started to wiggle and soon revealed itself to be Angeline and Gail, still looking about ninety-percent asleep.

  Martin looked at them and grinned hugely. "You have no idea how tempting it is to ignore this. But a deal's a deal."

  Gail just looked sleepily confused, but Angeline shook her head. "You still haven't told me exactly what it is we're doing, master."

  "No, I haven't. I'm going to introduce Gail to a friend of mine, and I think she's really going to like him. That's all you need to know." He winked at her, then pulled himself out of bed and headed for the bathroom. On his way he said "Both of you, get dressed. Chop-chop."

  Once he was out of the shower and dressed in a very nice suit (He'd had to fend off Gail first, who had gone a little wide-eyed, and then a lot horny, when she saw him get out of bed naked.) he went downstairs and poured the contents of the small flask into a little bottle. Then he supervised the girls in getting ready to go. They were dressed, but he made them do their hair and got Gail as presentable as he could considering that the only clothes she had were the sweatshirt and jeans from the previous night. She couldn't even wear panties, as hers were soaked through and she was too slender for Angeline's.

  He just laughed and said, "Try to stay calm and at least not soak through your jeans, Gail." She blushed a deep pink, and said nothing. After a last brush at her hair and a quick inspection he said, "You look great. I have a friend who really, really likes your type, Gail. We're going to go and meet him."

  Her eyes got wide again. "You don't like me, master?" Her tone was surprised and a little apprehensive. "I love you!"

  "Oh, you've just got a little crush on me, Gail." He laughed as he got them in his car and buckled up. "It'll pass. Trust me."

  "All... all right, master," was all Gail could choke out in response to this.

  The other catgirl remained silent. I wish he'd explained more of this to me. Her heart must be breaking if it feels anything like it did for me... Angeline really didn't believe her master a cruel man, but this was just bizarre.

  "And by the way, don't call me master. My name's Martin. You remember. That's fine." He laughed again and winked at her in the rear-view mirror.

  "Okay... Martin," came the miserable reply.

  "That goes for you too in public, Angeline. Don't forget, now." The blonde got her own wink, and then they were backing out of the driveway.

  Angeline could only nod in response. The rest of the ride passed in silence: Martin drove smoothly into the city and then to the central train station. When they arrived, he parked in a pay lot and coaxed the girls out, then headed into the station with a faint smile on his face and a confident step. In just a few minutes they reached the main waiting area, which was busy but not crowded on a quiet Saturday morning.

  A tall blonde man in casual if expensive clothes looked up as they entered and then his eyes found the catgirls. He scanned both of them, but Gail's elegant form captured his attention very quickly. Eyes wide, he barely paid any attention to Martin when the latter picked him out, presumably based on information they'd exchanged online. They walked over to where the other man stood in a corner of the vast lobby.

  "Kent? I'm Martin. A pleasure to meet you." Angeline's master held out his hand and the other man shook it hesitantly. He was even taller than Martin, young, but very attractive and fit. Angeline would have been thinking naughty thoughts about him had she met him a few months ago. But as it was next to her master he looked... undistinguished.

  "And these are Angeline..." Martin introduced them in turn. "... and Gail. Gail's the one I told you about. She's been looking for a good man and somehow I just know you two are going to hit it off. Say hello to Kent, Gail."

  Being around Angeline still made Gail a little tongue-tied, but she obeyed Martin with only the barest hesitation. "Hello, Kent. It's nice to meet you." She gave him a polite smile as she spoke.

  Gail wasn't the only one having trouble speaking: Kent was running his eyes up and down Gail's slightly-rumpled sorority sweatshirt, tight jeans, and every other part of her like he'd never seen a catgirl before. After a moment Martin broke the silence with a small chuckle.

  "I take it you think this might work, Kent? Maybe get to know each other a little bit, see what happens? All I do is... introductions. The rest is up to you. What do you think?"

  "Yeah... Yes, yes this is great. Thanks for introducing us." The other man was well-spoken, with a quiet, masculine voice that sent a little thrill down Angeline's back, master or not. He tore his gaze away from the Siamese, who was looking at the floor and stealing quick peeks at Martin.

  "You're welcome. I have a little packet here, some information about Gail that might make getting to know each other a little easier, that kind of thing. Do you have the... fee? That we discussed? Matchmaking's an art. But artists have to make a living, you know." The self-deprecating smile on Martin's face masked his confidence in his choice.

  "Of course." Kent had recovered a bit, although he was still obviously fixated on Gail. He reached into a pocket of his jacket and pulled out a thick envelope and handed it to Martin. "As agreed."

  Martin said, "Hold this, Angeline, there's a good girl." He handed it to her and she took it with a look of confusion. Then he reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope of his own. This one was even thicker and manila, sealed with a little brass clip. Angeline could have sworn she heard liquid gurgling inside it. The little bottle?

  "Well, that's all in order then. I hope you two work out, she's really a very sweet girl. Gail, thanks for giving Kent here a chance. Trust me, you're going to love him."

  Then he leaned over and whispered in Gail's ear. Angeline was less than three feet away and could hear it plainly.

  "Gail, go with Kent. Do whatever he says, as if he were speaking in my voice. He has a little bottle in that envelope. When you get where you're going, he's going to give it to you and you're going to drink it. Drink every drop. Then just relax. Understood?"

  The Siamese was nodding blankly. "Yes, Martin," was all she said. Then she turned to Kent and smiled hesitantly. He swallowed, then reached out and took her hand. The silver-haired beauty looked a little forlorn, but followed the other man readily enough. He nodded once more to Angeline's master, and with a hungry little smile turned and left.

  Martin took the envelope from Angeline, tucked it into the breast pocket of his jacket and stood there looking at Angelin
e with a pleased smile on his face. As they walked back toward the car he said in a quiet voice, "And at long last, the Breeders' plan is realized. Find a catgirl. Find a man who wants a catgirl. Agree on a fair price. Give him the catgirl. They both live happily ever after."

  "So that's it?" She was stunned. She missed a step and had to hurry to keep up. "You can just... give her away like that? You can make another man her master? Just like that?"

  He looked surprised. "Of course the bond is transferrable. Otherwise you'd be stuck with a catgirl for the rest of her life. And if they were separated, eventually the catgirl would die. Bonded catgirls kept from their masters just sort of... wither away."

  She shuddered, both at the thought of being kept away from him and of the fate which awaited her if she were. He was quiet as they walked back to the car. When they were both inside - her in the front seat next to him this time - he turned to her before starting the engine.

  "There's a releasing agent. That's what's in the bottle. Basically it resets the bonding centers. Give it to a catgirl and the next man she has sex with, she'll bond to." He smiled. "Easy as pie. I told you, they thought of everything."

  "Would it... would it free her? If she didn't have sex?" She didn't want to be free. Do I? NO! I don't! Master's the best thing that ever happened to me. But some old echo in her brain stirred itself deep, deep down, renewed by dreadful hope. She tried to ignore it and largely succeeded. But still...

  "No." He patted her on the head and she pressed into his caress. It was very comforting. "It sort of puts her into heat looking for a new master. Gail will go with Kent because I told her to. He'll give her the releaser and she'll go into heat, he'll fuck her, she'll belong to him. The only way you could stop her would be to lock her in a box. Sort of drastic for a temporary release from bondage."