Kerr 2: The morning after.
#2 of The tribulations of Kerr the White
What a weird dream, Kerr thinks when he wakes that morning. Then he opens his eyes and barely manages to hold back a scream as he stares straight into two round breasts covered in silky smooth, black fur. It wasn't a dream! I have to get away before they wake up! Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he slinks out from between the two females to stand naked in the cold dawn air. He quickly examines the cuff around his leg and decides that he can't get it off. Walking slowly so as not to rattle the chain, he makes his way to where it is fastened to the large vehicle. It takes but a moment to realise that it has the same type of lock in that end. There MUST be a key! he thinks, looking around desperately. There's no way for them to have hid it on their bodies, so where can it be?
He has managed to open one of the doors and is looking through the drivers area of the vehicle when slender but strong, golden-furred arms wraps around his waist and a purring voice whispers, "Looking for someting bunny boy?" before sharp teeth nips at his long ears.
"Please!" he cries. "You promised!"
"But I never got to feel you inside me last night," she growls. Turning him towards some bushes, she pushes him off, commanding, "Hurry up and do whatever rabbits do in the morning. The chain is long enough. I can always eat you later!"
When the puma yanks on the chain ten minutes later he reluctantly returns to find the panther busy packing away their equipment and the puma holding the end of the chain, now unlocked. For a moment he contemplates trying to yank the chain out of her paws and run, but discards the notion as she looks as fast as he and it would only make her angry. "Please," he whispers, going down on his knees and bending his neck. "Do it quickly!"
As she walks around him he prepares himself as best he can for the bite he knows is about to be delivered. When she does make a move it is so unexpacted that he almost falls over for she grabs his tail and begins to stroke it.
"Get up!" she finally orders, "and brush the dirt from your knees. I'm not going to eat you, even if you look delicious!"
Uncertain, he slowly stands up and brushes the dirt out of his fur, then asks cautiously, "Are you letting me go? You promised..."
"No and no," she responds, pushing him towards an open door on the vehicle. "We only promised that you would live to see the morning, not that we would set you free. Now get in the wagon so we can be on our way."
"Be a little nicer to the bunny boy!" the panther chides, "he's my catch after all."
"All right," the puma grumbles, "but only if you drive!" Then she climbs inside and yanks on the chain, making Kerr stumble through the opening. "Will the nice bunny come in and play, please?" she asks in her most sweet and innocent voice.
As soon as he's all the way inside, the door slams shut, there are some clanking and whirring sounds and with a chugging noise the vehicle starts moving.
"What are you going to do to me?" he asks nervously, seeing the puma's predatory grin.
"Nothing much," she replies, still grinning as she crawls on all four towards him, making him lean back until he's almost flat out. "We just decided to bring back a little cuddletoy to remember this trip." Then she pounces, straddling his waist and gripping his head in her paws. "We're going to have so much fun!" Then she licks his face before releasing him and sitting up.
"Why me?"
"Sure, you're not the best equipped," the panther replies, "but on the other paw, you don't have those awful barbs that males of our people have."
"And the wolves," the puma interjects. "Now there you can talk about size. Unfortunately, they have that knot at the base, and just has to put it inside us. That's not fun, either."
"And the foxes are just sooo vain! How can you get a good fuck if your partner is always stroking his own fur?" comes the panther's voice from the drivers seat. "At least you take directions!"
"Now, lets make ourselves comfortable," the puma states, grabbing the rabbit and pushing him towards the rear of the vehicle. "Sit with your back against the wall and your legs spread!" she orders, pointing. When he complies, she sit down between his legs, with her back against him. Then she reaches around, grabs his hands and places them on her belly. "Start stroking," she whispers, "or..."
When the vehicle rolls to a halt a few minutes later, Kerr is surprised to see that they're at his field. There's a clang as the panther opens and closes her door. Then, as the puma unlocks the chain from his leg, he asks, hopefully, "Are you releasing me?"
"No," she replies, rummaging through boxes and bags until she finds what she's looking for; a thick metal collar. "Sit still," she orders.Then she fastens the collar around his neck, making certain that it fits snugly before she attaches the chain.
A moment later, the large side door opens and the panther looks in. "There's rabbit prints all over," she states, "but nothing more recent than last evening."
"They're probably cowering behind barred doors," the puma responds. Then she pushes the rabbit out the door and throws a couple of burlap sacks after him, ordering, "Pick enough weeds or whatever it is you eat to last you a few eight-days."
When Kerr has filled the sacks he is unceremonously yanked back inside to sit between the puma's legs, his back against her breasts and her hot, sweet breath washing over his neck. As he nervously begins to chew on a cabbage leaf her arms wraps around him, one to rest on his belly and the other to squeeze his sheath.
By the time he has finished eating he has developed a raging hard-on and she has begun licking his head and long ears.
"Are you finished?" she whispers seductively in his ear before nipping it playfully.
"Yes," he replies, both apprehensive and excited at once.
"Good!" she exclaims, pushing him away from her. "Now lay down on your belly!"
"Huh?" he asks, confused.
"Don't question your orders if you want to avoid being my dinner!" the puma growls. "Get down, now!"
Frightened by her sudden change of mood, he quickly lie down on the thinly padded floor, shifting around to find a position that isn't too uncomfortable.
As soon as he stops moving, the puma grabs his cottony tail and rubs it a few times before laying down on top of him, ending up with her breasts against his neck and her crotch over his tail. Then she grabs his paws in her own and pulls them forward to use as a makeshift pillow. "Don't move," she whispers in his left ear, "I get very grouchy if I don't get my usual sixteen hours sleep a day." Then her tongue snakes out to catch his ear and pull it into her mouth.
"Yoww!" he screams when her fangs sink into the delicate tissue to draw blood. "Please!"
"Hush," she purrs as she licks up the few drops of blood. "I just needed a small taste." Then she inches her way down until her head rests on his shoulder and his tail rubs against her belly. Her breathing slows and, purring contentedly, she soon falls asleep.
In the afternoon they stop for a while and Kerr is led outside to enrich the soil as they say back at his village. While the panther watches him the puma takes a short run, only to return with a brace of fish. "Got them off a raccoon," she explains, grinning mischeavously before adding, "and I've never seen one of them run that fast before!"
Laughing about it the two females quickly devours the catch.
When they climb back aboard the puma takes the driver's seat while the panther uses Kerr as mattress.
It's almost midnight, judging by the moon, when the vehicle stops outside a small house. Belatedly, Kerr realises that the females used him as mattress, not just because he's softer than the floor, but also to stop him from noticing where they drove.
When the panther rolls off him she states, "This is your new home." Then she opens the door, points at the sacks and adds, "Carry those inside," before unlocking the chain from his collar.
Hefting one of the heavy sacks he steps gingerly out of the vehicle and walks to the house with the panther a few steps behind. The puma unlocks the door and Kerr is told to place the sack in a closet in the hallway. Then the panther pushes him outside, commanding, "Go and get the rest!"
Bevildered, Kerr makes his way almost back to the vehicle before realising that neither of the females are following him. Deciding that he'll probably never get a better chance he starts running down the road.
When the road passes a bough of trees he hears a rustle, something swipes his legs out from under him and sends him sprawling.
When he tries to get back up a weight lands on his back, slamming him painfully back down before a deceptively sweet voice whispers, "Going somewhere, bunny boy?"
The panther! Now I'm dead!
Sharp claws digs into his arms and the pressure on his back disappears before she yanks him upright, making him scream in pain as the claws are forced even deeper into his flesh.
"When we get back to the house I'll have to punish you for this," she growls menacingly in his right ear. "Now walk!"
When they enter the house they find the puma sitting on a couch and looking bored. "Did he get far?" she asks as she gets up.
"Almost all the way to the stream," the panther replies. "He's fast!"
"And what shall we do to you, little cuddle-bunny?" the puma asks, grinning evilly. Then she grabs his arms and together the two females bend him over a chair. He's soon tied up, his paws together under the seat and his legs are tied to each their chair-leg.
"Feeling uncomfortable?" the panther asks as she grabs his tail and yanks it a few times. Then she disappears from his view only to reappear a minute later, carrying a broomstick and a length of metal tubing. She sit down on his back and begins to fondle his tail and stroke his balls, even caressing his sheath for a moment until he's panting. "Enjoying it?" she asks sweetly. When he nods carefully, she leans forward and whispers into his ear, "Then enjoy this!" At the same moment a shaft of pain explodes through his body as the broomstick is showed up his ass.
Screaming, he tries to pull forward, away from the pain but to no avail. Then paws grips his ears and his head is yanked back, almost to the point of breaking his neck, making him scream again, only to have the metal pipe rammed into his mouth, then forced down his throat.
Then, leaving Kerr whimpering, the two females exits the room.
Morning finds Kerr bleary eyed and still bound to the chair.
"Had a pleasant night, bunny boy?"
The puma's taunting voice jolts the rabbit awake. "Eeeassse!" he mumbles, trying for 'please' but finding it impossible with the pipe in his mouth.
"Did you say something?" she asks, walking around to stand in front of him. "Oh well, I guess it's time to end this." Then she quickly removes both the pipe in his mouth and the broomstick in his ass. As she starts on the ropes she states, "That was just a taste of what you can expect if you ever try to run from us again. Except the next time it'll be a metal rod stuck so far up your ass it comes out your mouth. Then we have a little barbeque! Got that?"
Tired and sore, he can only nod weakly.
"When I ask you're supposed to answer 'yes mistress'," the puma growls. "Understood?!"
"Yes," he mumbles slowly, "mistress."
"And don't you ever forget it!" Then she pulls him upright and pushes him into a bath. "Clean yourself up, and hurry!" she orders.
When he returns from the bath a few minutes later she quickly fastens the chain to his collar, then locks it onto a solid metal bolt near the door. Then she points at a blanket in the corner and one of the sacks of vegetables. "Eat and rest bunny boy, for tonight you'll work!"
"Wake, lazybones!"
The harsh words, together with a kick, pulls Kerr from his dreams, back to reality and his personal nightmare.
"Please," he whimpers from under the blanket.
"Get up!" the puma orders, yanking hard on his chain. "And you're to call me 'Mistress'!"
"I'm sorry, mistress," he squeals as yet another tug on the chain rattles him. When he untangles himself he finds the puma, now wearing a simple tunic, standing there and looking angry.
"Into the kitchen!" she commands, pointing at a door, then pushes him towards it. In the kitchen she removes his chain then points to the fireplace where there's a large cauldron. "Light a fire under the cauldron, then fill it with water. And hop to it or you'll end up in it!"
"Yes mistress," he mumbles, terrified, as he starts placing sticks in a circle in the fireplace. Fumbling a bit with the unfamiliar flint fire-starter, he still manages to get a small flame which he nurses with bark and twigs until it grows to lick at the soot-blackened bottom of the cauldron. Then he begins to look around for water.
"Use the bucket in the corner," the puma states. She then points at a door before continuing, "The waterpump is out there and to the left. But don't try to run away again. I get very hungry if I have to chase anyone. Besides, there's only one exit from this valley and it's always guarded."
"Yes, mistress," he mumbles as he picks up the bucket and heads for the door.
Fifteen minutes later the cauldron is full and the fire is burning steadily when the puma grabs Kerr's arm and drags him with her into another room. "It's time for you to do what you do best," she states, loosening the belt of her tunic and letting the fabric slip off her soulders to pile up around her shapely legs. "I need a fuck, and I need it NOW!" Then she lays down on the bed, arms at her side and legs spread. "Hurry up, bunny-boy!"
Slowly, as if afraid that it'll be bitten off, he reaches out to place a paw on her left breast and starts stroking.
"I said: Fuck me!" the puma yells, grabbing him by the ears and showing his head into her crotch.
"Yes, mistress!" he squeals, then begins licking her slit. The moistness and smell of horny feline soon have their effect on him and he can feel his member stiffening and poke out of his sheath. When he begins to lick his way up from her crotch she grabs his shoulders and pulls him up, not content to wait for him to position himself.
"Fuck me!" she again commands.
"Yes, mistress!" he responds, positioning his throbbing member against her slit and sliding inside. As he pumps in and out he can feel her paws rummage across his back and shoulders until she grabs his right ear and pulls it towards her mouth. Pain lances through him as she bites, then suckles his ear. As he increases his speed he feels that he won't last much longer, and knowing that she won't be pleased if she doesn't get her release he slips his right arm down to pluck at her clitoris. As her panting increases and her breathing becomes more and more ragged he pinches the small nub between his stubby claws, sending lances of pain and pleasure through her body.
She gasps, wraps her feet around his hips to push him deeper, digs her claws into his shoulders and screams as she orgasms.
Kerr, assaulted by the sensation explodes into her and collapses to rest his head on her heaving breasts.
"That'll do," she mumbles a few minutes later. "Now go check the water."
"Yes, mistress," he responds quietly, standing up and pulling his now flacid member out of her. "The water is almost boiling," he announces when he returns from the kitchen.
"Good!" she exclaims. "Go into the bath and remove the top of the bench. Under it is a large tub. Pour the hot water into it, then add cold water until it's half-full. Then take the towels in there and hang them on the pegs on the chimney to heat up."
"Yes, mistress," he responds, hurrying towards the bath.
A few mintes later, when she sees him carrying the towels the puma stretches, gets up of the bed and pads into the bath to ease herself into the warm water.
"Bunny-boy, come here."
"Yes, mistress?" Kerr asks, poking his head through the door opening.
"Come here and start washing," the puma orders, poking a slender leg up out of the water.
He grabs the soap that's laying beside the tub and begins to rub it along the leg.
"You're doing good," she murmurs, "but use the washcloth on my foot-pads." Then, purring contentedly, she lifts her other leg up on the edge before sinking deeper into the water.
An hour and two buckets of hot water later the puma finally stirs. "Go get the towels," she orders.
When Kerr returns with the towels he finds her standing in the now empty tub, a wooden plug fitting a hole in the bottom laying on the edge.
Running a paw along her leg to squeeze out some water, she steps out of the tub, grabs one of the towels and begins to dry her head-fur. "What are you waiting for?" she mumbles through the thick fabric. "Start rubbing!"
Kerr dumps the stack on a low shelf, grabs one and begin to dab at her back.
"Rub hard!" she growls. "I want to get dry today!"
"Yes, mistress," he responds meekly. Putting more force into it he starts rubbing down her back.
When her fur is almost dry she grabs Kerr and pulls him with her into the bedroom where she hands him a brush. Then she lays down on the bed and rolling over on her belly, commands, "Don't just stand there, start brushing!"
"Yes, mistress."
When he's finished with her back and is about to start on her legs she suddenly rolls over, grabs his paw and makes him brush her belly. Purring softly, she gazes at him through half-closed eyes. "Do you have a name, bunny-boy?" she asks.
"It's Kerr, mistress."
"You don't have to call me mistress when you're grooming me," she mumbles between purrs. "Then you can call me Leeta." Then she yawns, displaying rows of long, sharp teeth before turning over again. "You've been a good bunny-boy today, Kerr," she mumbles drowsily. "When you're finished with the brush you can sleep next to me, if you want to, instead of on that old blanket. Isn't that nice?"
"Yes, thank you... Leeta," he responds noncomittaly.