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Chapter One
All men are created equal. The pity as I see it of being man.
But I am woman.
I am, more specifically, Evil Kitty... Equal to no one.
In fact, I am worlds different from any mortal. It is what sets me aside and makes me unique that I wish to discuss here.
I suppose there is a degree of longing that accompanies being exceptional. At times, it comes to me to want to relate to another and because there are none like me, my propensity is to look to the closest, though pathetic approximationÉ. Man. Yet, I am loath to call on man for any of my needs, it is always excruciatingly disappointing.
Nevertheless, I am compelled in this weak moment to call on you. There is much I wish to talk about. I petition you now, ever so warily, to exceed your mortal weakness. Try for a twinkling instant to transcend the affliction of morality that plagues the human race.
Come into my world.
You can ask your god to forgive you later when I am not around to be sickened by it.
In my early years I wondered what childhood event or trauma could have marked my soul damned or if I flew into my mother's womb an altered being, but I have long since dismissed the query and have focused my attentions on perfecting my talents.
It started out innocently enough. I had grown weary of the gray city and decided to take a lover up on his offer to vacation in Florida. Franky was a good Italian boy from Manhattan, a grizzly bear of a man who was always ready to submit to my kinks and perversions, no matter how strange or bizarre.
I arrived at his Miami Beach flat after peeling a hitchhiker off the floor of my car. It had been a long drive and I needed to stretch my muscles. His place was relaxing with a decent view of the Atlantic and dancing palms. Not given to customary niceties, I tossed a rope around one of the large, open beams above his bed and pushed the tattered mosquito netting out of my way. Sex and violence has been my magical elixir for as long as I could remember, and I was primed. I needed to vent and I needed to fuck and I wanted both now. I straddled him, working his cock with familiarity, like a sculptor molding her clay.
I had the thick, nylon rope snaked around both my wrists and was elevating myself up and down his taut dick. I pulled up so only the head of his penis peeked inside me, then I tightened my muscles and slipped back down until my full weight rested upon him. He moaned with ecstatic pleas of torturous pleasure. I played with my positions, enjoying the power of making a 250 pound hard-bodied man squirm. I moved my feet up to his face and made him suck my toes as I rocked backed and forth upon him, grinding my clit into his shaft as it pressed down on his belly. I was getting hot. Beads of sweat slid down my arms and rolled in pathways across my triceps and forearms. I moved both legs so I supported myself with my knees on either side of him.
The rope dug into my skin as I slammed up and down upon him. Franky began to gasp, his body jolted as I forced his cock to penetrate me and I fucked him senseless.
"What's wrong Franky," I mocked, "too hard big man?"
"Jesus Christ Cat, you're breaking my fucking balls!" Franky whined. "Hey, but don't stop Kitty Cat," he cried.
"You're not telling me how to fuck now are you Franky? I'm just getting warmed up and you're not going to spoil my fun. I like it hard. I want to feel your cock go deep and make some contact."
I increased my speed and the vehemence of my body slams. My biceps strained as I lifted myself up and down upon him with demonic force. I transformed without my knowledge or consent. My metamorphous into a feline predator was immediate and overwhelming. I didn't know where I began or left off. I didn't care. I dug my toes into the sheets and my claws into his chest.
I heard cracks and Franky scream, "Cat, stop, please! I think you broke a rib or something. My God, get off!"
I stopped and unwound the rope from my wrists. I wasn't finished. "Shh...here baby taste the Kitty juice," I purred. Franky didn't have time to respond before I had slipped up into a school girl pin and positioned my pussy over his mouth. "Do it right and I will let you go," I lied.
I grasped his black curls with both hands and slid over his face. He started to gag and I covered him more securely. This was sweet! I could feel his mouth franticly moving around my lips, his urgency spurring me on. I had his nose and mouth completely covered and panic flashed in his eyes. I started to feel the wake of an unearthly orgasm so powerful I thought I would perish in ultimate ecstasy. Franky's face turned multiple shades of red trapped between my thighs. I stared into his eyes, shuddered in nirvana, and howled as his body trembled and his mouth quivered before he died beneath me.
I collapsed on his still corpse. I could feel his cock beneath my thigh. It was still hard. I spread my legs and slid it back into my sheath.
This is only one of the countless adventures I have had. Since I began to walk the earth from that day on, there is another story to be told each progressing further toward my latest adventure.
Each progressing further toward all that is Evil Kitty.
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