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--1

Tau fancied himself a talented author of smut. So did a rabid fanbase of individuals and critics alike. He found, however, that it was difficult for an author such as himself to get any real media recognition. For obvious reasons, daytime talk shows were loathe to feature his kind and the porn industry itself was in such an ongoing shambles thanks to the internet that a writer of pornographic novels could get no foothold at any of the industry conventions. And so when Tau was invited to read a passage from his latest book and give an interview, he was skeptical and he requested a bit of time to think it over. In the interim he looked up up what the timid manager on the phone had told him.

Our Right Minds was the name of the program. Its host? An unapologetic fringe feminist by the name of Katja. Tau had low expectations for the woman and though her voice was quite soothing to the ears, her interviews and topics were little more than hateful screeds with the opposition lucky to force a word in edgewise. Tau knew that even homely women could have lovely voices and so he did some more searching on the subject. Katja was hardly an elusive girl and though she seemed to avoid social media (although her show itself had accounts), she made appearances at events relevant to her narrow points of view. Upon finding a few candid photos, Tau's interest was immediately piqued. She proved to be a slim, sexy, all-around lovely snow leopard with all the right curves to make Tau's pants very tight. So what if she was a cold, domineering twat? he thought. Tau didn't mind the free publicity and he could just stare at her tits the whole time.

Tau showed up to the studio in relaxed attire. Khakis and a nice button-down shirt instead of his typical dress of leather pants and little else made him look less like a sleazy scumbag although the ever-present sneer on his handsomely scarred face offset his outfit and then some. Where the white tiger might have ordinarily held a coiled bullwhip was instead a hardback copy of his latest bestseller which kept tucked smartly under his arm. Lash Her, Taste Her, Break Her, Love Her: Memoirs from the Dark Carnival was its name. Though the tiger was lauded for his descriptive prose and vivid imagination, he acknowledged with glee that his writing was filth through and through. Katja would no doubt have a field day trying to break his balls. Conversely, he stuck to an old mantra that was not necessarily his but which rang true: ain't no such thing as bad publicity.

Handsome and reserved Tau had just taken his seat in a cheap and intensely uncomfortable chair in the waiting room when a young thing whom appeared to be fresh out of high school appeared at the door. A vixen, bespectacled but not nerdy and lovely all the same. "Mister..." She consulted her clipboard. "Switchblade?"

"It's a writing pseudonym," Tau smiled as he stood up. His ass was sore from the chair but he didn't show it. "What's your name, princess?"

The vixen smiled tightly with almost a flustered grin. "Brit," she answered. "If you'll just come this way, mister Switchblade..."

"Tau, honey, call me Tau," he cooed. Despite considerable height over Brit, he didn't seem intimidating to her. That might have changed if he had been in his leather pants and she could have seen the scars on his body, old wounds from street fights and BDSM gone horribly right.

"Mister Switch--, Tau," Brit smiled and blushed, "I'd like to let you know that I've enjoyed what little I've read of your work. I think I'll need to pick up something of yours tonight."

"Thanks," Tau smiled and winked.

"But Katja doesn't care for it," Brit said, and then she looked over her shoulder conspiratorially. In a much lower voice she said, "If you left, I could say you never showed up. Nobody would be any the wiser."

"Aw, Brit, you're a nice girl," Tau smiled, "but if you read more of my work, you'd know that I welcome the frigid bitches just so I can have some fun with 'em," he grinned.

It looked to Tau like Brit was ready to swoon. "If you'll just follow me, sir."

"Sure," Tau said, but first he kissed her cheek. "Do yourself a favor, get contacts. Your eyes are way too pretty to be stuck behind plastic frames."

Brit giggled like a schoolgirl which Tau suspected she still might have been. Without a word she led him to the studio and deposited him there. She held the door and bowed her head, feeling as if she were condemning him to a miserable death.

--2

"Tau Switchblade," Katja said in a tight, caustic tone, "welcome."

"Are we on the air right now?" Tau grinned.

"Not yet, so let me just make something very clear to you," said the leopard from behind her desk. On it was a sheaf of papers and hanging over it was a boom mic. Tau glanced back to see a bank of equipment and a few tech lackeys in an oubliette behind soundproof glass.

"Okay," the tiger said coolly as he turned back to Katja, "go for it."

"I think you're filth," she hissed. "That's all. Have a seat."

As Tau wrestled his stout body into another uncomfortable chair, Katja got the cue from her engineers. In an affable coo she said, "Welcome back, you're listening to Our Right Minds, and I'm your host, Katja." She glanced at Tau whom only smiled politely. "I'm here today with an interesting new name in," a scoff, "literature. This fellow goes by the name of Tau Switchblade and he's known for his erotic novels. Heavy BDSM themes, lots of degradation to the female body and spirit, you know the type. Welcome to the studio, Tau."

"Pleasure's all mine," Tau said with a coy wink. It will be soon with any luck, at least, he thought behind his lewd eyes with which he perused sweet Katja. She wore a snug cream-colored button-up shirt and smokey gray slacks which Tau thought would be better at home on a politician than a pretty pundit. Rather than focus on the pants, Tau thought of what was beneath them and his smile glazed.

"Tau has brought some of his sexist filth with him and he's going to be doing a little reading for you listeners. Just off the line here, I'd like for anybody susceptible to rape triggers to tune out right now," said Katja in a considerate tone while her keen violet eyes seethed at the tiger. Tau could feel the vitriol but he rather liked that attitude. Any reader of his infamous Ladykiller series knew just the type of cold bitches he liked.

Openly and with no cue from Katja and thus earning himself an even deadlier glare, Tau cheerfully chimed in to the leopard's audience. "Actually, the passage I was going to read isn't anything terribly sexual, and rape itself isn't a subject I often enjoy touching on. It's much more fun, in my opinion, to bring a stubborn girl around to enjoy herself," he said with a coy smile at Katja.

Bristling, grinning and seeing a gap to attack as a predator smells blood, Katja sneered, "You believe it's acceptable to coerce a girl into sleeping with you, then?" Very satisfied with what she viewed as a surgical strike, Katja leaned back in her comfortable chair and steepled her fingertips.

Katja hoped for a hasty backpedal. Instead Tau chuckled and nodded. "Absolutely. Imagine, if you will, that a friend offers you something to eat that you've never had and you decline. Maybe it doesn't look appetizing. But finally you give in," he said coolly, "and once you have it in your mouth, you wonder how you ever lived without it." Tau winked and similarly steepled his fingertips. "That's why I think coercion is just fine. Sex isn't any more sacred than anything else. It's just ideally more fun than most things."

The leopard grappled for words and felt the argument slipping away like the rope in tug 'o war. "Sex is absolutely more sacred! If a woman doesn't agree to having her body violated..."

Violated, is that really the word you want to use? Tau thought, shaking his head and grinning. He wanted to call out repressed cock-hunger in Katja and offer up the remedy to what ailed her. Instead he kept his mouth shut and let her dig the hole deeper.

"That's an absolutely sexist and misogynistic point of view! How many rapist barbarians do you embolden with this faux-erotic trash you peddle?" she growled.

"Really quick here," said Tau as he held up a finger, "I want to say I'm absolutely not misogynistic. I love women."

"Right, I'm sure," Katja deadpanned. "With your whips and bondage and that silver tongue."

"Basically," Tau smiled. "Concerning your other point... Men who want to rape somebody are going to do that regardless of what I write, although you'd know that my writing contains very few realistic depictions of rape if you read my works, and those scenes are always portrayed with an element of drama and urgency." Widening his smile, he added, "But you didn't invite me here to talk about complex social issues, did you? Not to be vain, but I thought you wanted me to read a passage and conduct an interview, hm?"

Katja's eyes narrowed but stayed fixed on Tau's. Behind her, her tail lashed in what had to be annoyance. Tau admitted to himself how much fun it was to fuck with girls like her. Katja in particular, he thought, looked absolutely lovely with her panties twisted.

"Yes," she said stiffly. "Let's have you read a passage. I assume you selected one beforehand?"

"I did," Tau said, and he opened up the book in his lap. The bookmark was set neatly in the middle of the handsome hardcover tome. He cleared his throat with a theatrical flair and that alone annoyed Katja, but she kept her mouth shut and nudged the boom closer to Tau. Over the tiger's shoulder when she thought he wasn't looking, she gestured to her engineers. Tau guessed she wanted them ready to cut him off if he got too explicit. For that reason, but coolly enough that the remark seemed unrelated, Tau said, "This passage is before the lewd acts really begin. I know this is a public broadcast," he grinned.

The leopard's only response was a roll of her eyes. She offered Tau no cue to read and merely sipped her coffee well away from the mic. Tau took her seeming lack of interest as his cue. "Under her trembling fingers, his musculature seemed diamond-cut. Her digits could get lost between the hard crevasses in his pecs. His own heavy paw curled around the curve of her behind with sharp claws bared to softly dig through her soft fur and into supple skin. So badly she wished to speak to him and beg to know the greater warmth of his body in the writhing agony of sex but he silenced her preemptively with a deep kiss. So suddenly he filled the girl's maw with his rough, thick tongue, a tongue she was certain had tasted so very many women in the most depraved ways. An hour before she would have certainly rebuffed him. Now she could only hope to become another notch on the lewd carnie's belt."

Tau clapped the book shut and reclined to the extent that he could. He was unable to keep the pomposity off of his face. "This is one of the tamer moments from the book, like I said. Shortly after that point, well, I don't think it's kosher to broadcast."

"It makes sense that you'd cherry-pick the one scene in the book that's actually tasteful," Katja sneered as she pulled the mic back to a more neutral position. "Unfortunately for you, I've read the abridged version of it. Let me go over a little list of the offensive themes I found." Dismissively she added, "Feel free to refute me if you think you can." Katja then grabbed a sheet from on top of the stack on her desk and straightened it out in her lithe fingers. "Overall, it seems that the female lead is submissive and meek. She begins promisingly enough and she even tries to resist your avatar character, but he does finally seduce her and bring her under his thumb. So," she smirked, "not only does he coerce her, he corrupts her and makes her think it's perfectly acceptable to crave his body."

That was the idea, Tau thought with a jaunty smile. He knew pushing the girl too far would just get him escorted off the premises, so he kept to himself and only nodded obligingly.

"Once he has her under his will, he puts her into bondage, and... Again, anybody sensitive to rape, please tune out now. Please?" After a respectful pause which Tau narrowly avoided rolling his eyes at, the leopard continued to paraphrase from her cheat sheet. "So after he forces the vixen into bondage, he goes about forcibly entering her while she asks if he's sure this is okay. If I understand, he sidetracked her from dating a man, and she's defying her father's wishes by sleeping with someone low-class, and that's why she's uncertain. Right, Tau?"

"Absolutely," the tiger smiled, feeling the need to expound just a bit. "Her boyfriend is depicted as dull and unsatisfactory and her father is just a control freak obsessed with his family's dignity. So when a tall, handsome stranger comes into her life, she needs only a little push to give into her wild side."

"If that's what you think is happening there," Katja said patronizingly.

Tau thought, of course that's what's happening, I wrote this shit! It was his first moment of annoyance with her, brief though it was.

"While she's in bondage he has his way with her in a variety of acts, even going so far as to ruthlessly sodomize her while she gasps and whines. He whips her until her behind is, as you put it, cherry-red and raw. To worm your way out of that being rape, you tossed in some descriptors of her secretly," Katja stressed the word accusingly, "enjoying herself. Really, Tau? That's such a hamfisted attempt to hide the kind of filth this is! I'd expect more from an allegedly skilled author."

Tau's smirk broke and his eyes narrowed. Just then he felt the balance tipping towards Katja. Fortunately, he loved a good power struggle. It always sweetened the prize in the end. "Miss Katja," Tau said lowly, "do you mean to tell me you've never winced and whined while you were curling your toes?"

"How dare you!" Katja blurted. All at once she was flustered and more importantly, she was blushing. Her anger got out of check and she bunched the sheet up in her slim fingers, crushing and crumpling it. "My sex life is absolutely none of your business!"

"No?" Tau asked with a quizzical tilt of his head. His smile was creeping back and he found himself distinctly thinking, fuck it, may as well have some fun. "But then it's your business to tear apart every mention or depiction of sex you come across and demonize guys like me who just like to play rough, right?"

"This is my show and people tune in to listen to me for a reason! I give my listeners insight and truth on subjects that_men_ in the business don't like to touch because they're getting busy with their poor secretaries when the mic is off! You're only a lowly filth peddler!" she sputtered.

The tiger shifted in his chair and slid his tongue over his lips thoughtfully. "It seems to me," he pontificated, "that you're a biased, spoiled brat who thinks arguing means screaming louder than the other person." At that, he stood as if to leave and he let his book flop to the floor.

"Fine, then run! And we'll see how well your filthy book does after I get through picking it apart!" Katja said with a tight, enraged grin. "You shouldn't disrespect me."

Tau glanced back at the engineer booth. Katja's lackeys seemed to be watching the encounter with great interest. Could it be that those henpecked men thought just as strongly that Katja was a lunatic bitch? Tau guessed it was time to find out what they'd let slide. Like a knight unsheathing his sword, he pulled the heavy strap of his belt out of its loops. When Tau's pants didn't droop, it became clear that he wore the belt for the satisfaction of ulterior motives.

"What do you think you're doing!?" Katja yelped and slammed her palms down on the desk. Tau quickly dragged the uncomfortable chair to the door and propped it under the knob. In sparing a glance at the engineer booth again, he swore that the the lackeys inside were grinning like imps.

"What your father should have done to you when you were a little girl," Tau sneered as he padded around the desk. Before Katja could shriek or swear, he cracked the belt in the air and made her flinch in a manner most satisfactory. Although she flung herself out of her chair and slightly crouched in imitation of a fighting stance, Tau could see what a scared thing she was. "Let's you and me start out with a little obedience training, baby. It's not bad to be under control. Let's see some titties."

Hatred and fear alike burned in Katja's eyes as Tau loomed nearer. It was his belt she fixated on and feared the most but it was his free paw which she should have kept her eyes upon. With it, Tau pulled her up by the hair and pressed her, shrieking, into the soundproof wall. The boom stoically captured every sweet detail, however, and thus so did the great many listeners at work and in their cars.

Any and all humor dissipated from Tau's hard face. Instead he bore down on Katja with the stern, harsh lines of a disapproving glare not unlike her death stares cast across the desk. Katja shook in fear when Tau unhanded her hair to start plucking the buttons on her fine shirt. In the interest of utter domination, he ripped the buttons apart rather than take them off and they fell silently to the thin carpeting beneath.

The tiger reached under the halves of Katja's shirt and clasped the modest white bra lurking beneath. This he yanked downward around her midriff to bare the full, plush tits he'd requested. Finally a grin crossed his snout again as one of his meaty, implacable mitts curled around a breast to squeeze and knead it.

Katja grunted but not necessarily in pleasure. At once her eyes moistened with tears which soon spilled down her cheeks. What she was waiting for was intervention from her studio lackeys or perhaps the police. In the interim she suffered Tau tweaking her nipple. With a lewd growl the tiger leaned down and nipped upon her neck; emitting the very same noise but dropping the pitch, he kissed between her breasts and dragged his tongue up through that seemingly bottomless cleavage. Up her slim neck, up her chin he lapped before pausing at the lips, which he kissed.

"You're pretty hot once you shut your fucking mouth," Tau rumbled. Katja whimpered and looked away from the tiger. Tellingly, she avoided looking at her engineers too. "I'll bet anything you're convinced you're about to get raped," he went on, "but you really couldn't be further from the truth, baby. I'm gonna coerce the shit out of you, but I'm not gonna rape you." He grabbed her chin far less gently or lewdly than he had done to her supple tit. With that grip, he forced her to take in his grin. "Reach down," the stud of a tiger whispered, "feel how hard I am. Go on."

Trembling fingers brushed against the tiger's unassuming khaki pants. Tenting the groin was a frightful lump of throbbing cockflesh and the heat of it made Katja shudder, if not entirely in pleasure. "Please don't hurt me," she whispered to him.

"I'm not gonna hurt you any more than you want me to," Tau grinned. "Oh, you're gonna be sore and your flesh will fucking sting under my belt," he hissed. "Your neck might bleed when I bite it too hard in the heat of the fuck. I may yank your hair until you scream. But you're going to love it," he promised with a lurid snarl into her tender throat.

And so Tau slung his belt over his shoulder like a sleeping python as he reached for the leopard's dark slacks. Man-pants, he thought of them then and now. Pants befitting a ballbusting feminist. These he shoved down with nary a second thought but the panties stayed. Lacy, racy and red panties which defied the iron-boxed persona Katja had put up remained for the moment.

The tiger took a step back but his prey stayed as she was against the wall. So pathetic was Katja, shirt open and depantsed, tits hanging free but pussy hidden under damning, sultry panties. She was a contradiction with her vitriol and her weeping eyes, her feminist ideals and her salivation-inducing body. Tau unbuttoned his shirt coolly to reveal stout muscles as hard as concrete, all marred with scars. He unbuttoned and unzipped his khakis and shoved them down almost hatefully. In order of preference, Tau liked leather and then nudity. Khakis were unnatural. He was commando beneath them and some ten inches of pink, turgid cock menaced Katja when she set her weepy eyes upon it. Blunt at the tip but dressed down with those rubbery barbs which were the hallmark of the feline penis, Tau revealed that the well-endowed stud whom he projected himself onto in his prose wasn't packing an exaggerated cock.

Tau allowed Katja's awe to hang in midair much like his erection did. Finally he commanded, "Turn for me, paws on the wall. Like you're getting frisked by a dirty policeman," he darkly chuckled.

Never mind that Katja pouted and whined as she turned and braced her mitts on the wall. Never mind that she lashed her tail angrily and dug her claws ever so subtly into the soundproof wall, exposing its batting. What was important was how swiftly she did as Tau had commanded. Fear alone could not elicit such a rapid response, not from so staunch an alleged man-hater. It was the spell of Tau's sexuality, and more crudely, the promise of his big dick. But what points Tau gave for obedience were redacted when he doubled the belt over, yanked up Katja's tail and delivered unto her fine, pantied ass a strike even the most sadistic of whip-happy slave drivers would find excessive.

Katja's shriek echoed through the portable radios and car stereos of her patrons. Some listened in rapt silence with mouths covered shyly. Others snickered madly at the cause and effect report of the vicious smack of a leather belt on flesh followed immediately by the strangled yowl. Again and again Tau beat Katja's ass and yet for all her tears, shrieks and clawing upon the wall, she was submissive. So freely the tears poured from her eyes and just as freely did the juices of her snatch wet those panties and fill the room with pheromones to make Tau's meat practically sizzle.

"Mmm, smell that pussy," Tau said with quite a lot of ham for the leopard's audience. Those whom had been snickering started laughing. Katja's actual devout listeners had since tuned out to leave disparaging posts on her Facebook. And some, another sect of listeners, were ordering Tau's books.

Tau delivered one final crack! of the belt to Katja's ass. No doubt it was baboon-red under that supple fur. "Slip those panties down for me, babe," commanded the tiger. Though sobbing heavily, Katja obliged. It was just as Tau had suspected; red flesh, practically glowing and blistering. Cherry-red and raw, he thought with a smile. Tau again slung his belt over his shoulder and he sidled up to the sniveling bitch with a contrite smile. Sturdy and rude fingers caressed those abused ass cheeks, startling Katja to flinch and yelp.

"Nuh-no more," she bleated. "Ugh, god, no more..."

But Tau reached lower. He groped her snatch. Despite her personality, it wasn't forged of cold steel or impenetrable concrete. Rather it was supple, hot and unbelievably wet. The bitch could cry all the desperate tears she wanted but the fact of the matter was that she liked being beaten about the ass cheeks.

When Tau grappled for her ass again, something amazing and promising happened: she whipped around with a feral cry and slashed at his face. Oh, she went for the eyes as instinct told her but she fell short. Her claws settled for hot blood drawn from his snout instead. So handsomely mangled with scars as he was, Tau's craggy flesh didn't rend easily to the claws but when it did, he was impressed. He was also very sure that Katja was in dire need of more discipline but the belt was a cloying form of torture.

"All right, girl," Tau rumbled down to his prey with a tight, pissed grin on his face. The blood enhanced every aspect of his glower. Katja was all too aware of her folly and her expression was a pleading one but for all her noisy screeds on the airwaves, she couldn't bring herself to say a word in her defense. Tau wouldn't have listened, anyway.

As he manhandled Katja to her desk, knocking down her coffee and smearing around her papers, Tau rumbled with a growl that could have easily been mistaken for raw anger, but it wasn't. It was a noise of the purest kind of lust. When he yanked her panties off of her body entirely and muscled his way between her legs as she squealed and kicked, he made it abundantly clear that he would be satisfying his animalistic urges.

Tau pressed his cock against Katja's pussylips with a more refined growl, though Katja derived no less fear from it. Then came a triumphant snort to overshadow Katja's yowl as he pressed forward. Much like tire spikes, Tau's barbs bent down and entered Katja's pussy with relative ease, relative because the stretch itself was still quite a lot to ask of such a tight pussy.

Katja managed no words but she did yowl and screech as she was entered. She grabbed Tau's sturdy, braced arms and clawed them with little discretion. More annoyed at the wounds and the blood than he was worried, Tau snatched her wrists and pinned them at her sides. Then she was subjected to his widest grin yet as his fat cock bottomed out in her spasming cunt. His triumph was twofold: he had entered her completely and that meant he could put his barbs to use.

The tiger remembered reading somewhere about the exact biological function of feline cock barbs. They were meant to scrape the seed of other males out of the female anatomy. It was with that pointless agony in mind that Tau truly appreciated his physiology. Katja's warbling shrieks as she writhed were music to his ears and no doubt to the ears of some of her more ironic listeners.

Such a stretch and even those barbs would soon be familiar to Katja. Tau wondered then if she might start dispensing with braying whore-moans to truly end her career in feminist talk. Really, the consequences of the botched interview, for either of them, hadn't occurred to him until that moment. Tau decided to settle with his gut instinct and keep fucking the bitch. To stop now would seem like an admission of guilt; to keep going until she squirted, however, that actually sounded like something he'd write.

To truly grind in as far as he could, Tau put a knee up on the desk and made it creak tiredly. Now the tiger was truly rutting Katja as deeply and harshly as possible. Whether in result or coincidence, Katja let loose with her first quavering croons of pleasure. Tau took a shot in the dark and let up on her paws. She reached for his face but instead of clawing, she grabbed his neck and made to pull him down.

What could you possibly want from me, o loudmouthed little twat? thought Tau as he put both feet on the floor again to lean over his prey. It wasn't a kiss she was after. No, she started to bite at his snout and not with mere love bites but rough nips and pinches to the tune of tiny growls and huffs. Tau hissed in her face and snapped his superior teeth an inch from her nose. Then as if to show her how it was done, he chomped her neck and made her shriek. Ripping her throat out would have been going much too far but he settled for a gentle chew and he dragged his rough tongue across the throbbing cords in her neck, perusing delicate sinew and supple flesh to satiate his prey drive.

Katja's trembling paws found Tau's shoulders. Her claws rended the fabric easily and plunged into his hard flesh to make him grunt and arch his spine. A bitch who could give the pain as well as take it was a bitch he wanted to put in his little black booty directory. And certainly, when he turned this epic saga into his next novel, the snotty radio host's taste for blood would be faithfully rendered.

Loving vaginal walls, a prior belt-whipping, claw-borne pain and the scent of blood; it was all too much for Tau whose grinding and bucking cunt-fucking was nearly haggard and devoid of any cool rhythm. Tau dislodged his dangerous jaws from the leopard's neck to emit a quaking, protracted groan but it was the croon he uttered which made Katja whine: "I'm about to blow a load in your pussy, and we're still on the air, babe." Then came a huff and a chuckle rendered weak from the oncoming pleasure. "Fuck, you want it in or out?"

"In, keep it in," Katja whispered, at once all too conscious of the mic.

Tau knew exactly what the girl was being so quiet for. He yanked the mic right down in her face and purred, "You want me to cum inside of this wet little box, or you want it on your tits, baby? Or do we wanna let the audience call in and decide?"

"You're a fucking asshole," Katja yowled. "In! Inside of me! Augh, why are we still on the air!?" she cried.

"Shit, think of how much people are gonna be talking about you for this little stunt," Tau grunted. "Oops, did I let that slip?" he said with the most devilish grin possible.

Katja stared at Tau with her eyes massively wide and bloodshot from crying. In that instant she could have clawed his face until it hung in shreds and she might have if not for the stud's sudden announcement.

"Ugh, fuck me sideways," he grunted, "here it is..." A moment later and Tau hilted in Katja's quivering pussy only to spear his colossal load of manslop into her at seemingly the apex of this final thrust. For all of the animosity, humility and outright hatred she felt at that moment, Katja took Tau's potent seed with a yowling cry of desperate and perhaps unwanted pleasure. Again she grappled at his arms and dug in her claws and again Tau shuddered as the pain enhanced his climax and rendered his face a portrait of utter pleasure.

Katja hated herself, she hated Tau and she hated her engineers for keeping her on the air. And suddenly, she came hard. Sex was certainly nothing new to her but to be used, roughed up, spanked raw and fucked senseless in front of an enormous crowd, even if it was in audio only, was an experience so few women could boast. Not that Katja would ever boast that this had happened as she yowled and cried out in her climax, uttering dirty nothings as she simultaneously deified and demonized Tau and his fat cock. The incredible manner in which she squirted left Tau's balls very wet and her writhing left the desk nearly bare.

From the engineering booth came a giggly male voice. "Okay, we're off the air. The phones are all lit up!"

"I'm fucking ruined," Katja whined. "I hope you're happy, you pig."

Tau chuckled and smooched her cheek. "At least you went out with a bang, sweetheart!"