Hey again! Like I said, there is a little sexual content in this one, but nothing too major. Lots more coming soon!
Graci felt utterly helpless as she fell weakly to the ground in front of Zazor. Her hands were bound behind her so that she couldn't do much of anything. She was vulnerable. Zazor began to circle her, like a predator evaluating its prey. "Now, little kitten." He said, "You have completely ruined my plans. My brother escaped with that rat of a Queen, and that means that I will have to go after him. But we do have enough time for some fun before I must leave."
Graci didn't like the crazy look that was flickering in his eyes. She tried to stand up, but she couldn't find her balance with her hands tied behind her. Zazor was standing behind her now, watching her struggles with obvious amusement. He casually reached out a claw, and cut the ropes clean through. Graci shook her paws quickly in front of her as the feeling returned to her wrists.
Zazor put his paws on her wrists, and ran them slowly up her arms. His hot breath lingered on her neck as he moved his hands up her shoulders and down to her small breasts. Graci felt cold sweat beginning to form on her forehead. She was in too much shock to resist. Zazor flipped her over and pinned her to the floor, his paws pressed against her shoulders. He leaned down, pressing his mouth against hers. His tongue quietly pried her mouth open, and traced the inside of her lips. Graci tried to turn her head away from him, but he held her still. "Pease stop…" She whispered.
Zazor chuckled, "And why would I want to do that, runt?" He pressed his tongue against hers.
Graci shuddered. Zazor took this as a sign that she was giving in, and gave a winning smile, He pulled his tongue out of her mouth, and began to run it down hr body, stopping to nibble softly on each of her breasts. Graci moaned softly, half from fear, half from pleasure. Zazor was so evil. More evil than Macavity ever could be. Macavity truly loved her mother, but Zazor only desired her. He was a true monster of depravity. There was no escaping him, either, because she was only a small kitten, and he was a fully-grown Tom.
Zazor now held her to his chest with one paw stroking her legs, and another caressing her breast. Graci tried to pull away again, but Zazor only gripped her tighter. "You're mine now, kitten." He hissed in her ear, "You always will be. No one can save you now not your daddy, or your mommy, or any of the Jellicles. Understand that, and this will be much easier for you."
He turned her head so that she was facing him. His tongue shot past her lips, and swiped the roof of her mouth. Graci gave up her struggles altogether. What was the point of fighting anymore? What was the point of continuing to live? "No, don't think like that!" She though to herself, "You will live through this! You will!"
Zazor tipped her downwards so that she was suspended helplessly upside down. Then he ran his paw from her neck, down her breast, and all the way down her legs. Then he tipped her back upwards, and moved his mouth from the nape of her neck, down her arm, ad repeated it with the other arm. Graci began to melt in his arms. Her muscles relaxed, and her body seemed to be in some sort of trance. She saw Zazor grin out of the corner of her eye as he leaned down close to her eyes, breathing down her neck, "Comfortable?"
Graci was scared to death, but she remained still, not giving any indication of her feelings. Zazor simply nibbled her ear, and wrapped his legs around her back, "Thought so."
He gripped her tighter, and kissed her neck. Graci moaned again, clawing at him helplessly. Zazor gave her a nip on the finger, and she stopped at once. What was coming was something she knew she could not fight. He was pulling her closer and closer, and Graci was helpless against his strong will. She wished, even though everything that had happened was telling her otherwise, that this was all a nightmare, a bad dream that she could awake from, and be back in her warm den, far away from Zazor.
Zazor's hungry grin grew more and more ravenous as she was pulled closer to him. Later, Graci would wish, to no avail, that she could erase this night from her memory, this night that she lost her innocence.