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A Cock in a Canyon

The Kul-crux are cat people. They have barbed cocks. Right now Beatrice Stonefist is finding this out the hard way. Her screams of pain bounce back and forth off the canyon walls. The puss thrusts again, jamming his spiny prick deep into her now bleeding cunt.

“You like that? Scream you filthy whore!” said the Kul-crux.

“I’m going to declaw you! You fucking piece of shit!” Beatrice replied.

She bit her lip and braced herself for the next painful jab. Tears puddled on her cheeks. As a warrior of the Black Plains People this rape would brand her unclean. She would never be allowed to marry within the tribe, or have children. Beatrice was as good as dead now. She’d be forced into hard labor and shunned by her family.

The cat began to purr as his pace quickened. In the midst of his ecstasy he made one fatal mistake, and loosened his grip on the victims arm. The bone handled blade sheathed in the Kul-crux’s belt would be Beatrice’s tool of slaughter. As the cat’s hairy thighs made one final slam against her soft pink ass, her hand came free of the creature’s grip. She grasped the knife and made a long upwards slash.

The Kul-crux’s penis fell to the ground. It twitched and squirted pink fluid into the air. The cat hissed and grasped the stub of his once prized dick. His high pitched screams brought a smile to the Plains Warrior’s face. She walked slowly towards the now kneeling cat and smiled. His pain would be legendary and his suffering long.

“Now, about those claws,” said Beatrice

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