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“I know it’s in here somewhere…” Mumbled the cat to herself, as she rifled through the back of her closet in search of something. Her meticulous claws gliding over several boxes, with a curious rasp as she ticked off their contents in her mind. Spare shoes, family photos, out-of-season clothing, each rattling off as she dug ever deeper, as she sought out something a little more risqué from her youth. The feline fairly confident she had not thrown out, and a few moments later she finally spotted exactly what she was looking for.

“Aha! Found it!” she beamed, excitedly pulling out a box that had been neatly nestled away in the back, with a girlish grin. A small shake enough and its subsequent rattle, sufficient to confirm the contents, as with a sadistic smile the cat now had a fresh implement of torture for her petite passenger. The mouse in question still meekly squirming from time to time, but by now the doe had mostly gone still, likely tuckered out from all her weak wriggling. The muggy heat of the moggy’s cramped core taking its toll on the entombed rodent, as every small struggle against her uterine tomb now seemed meaningless.

The doe exhausted, sapped of any strength, as her heavy eyelids fluttered with the lull of the endless sleep. The urge to curl up and die growing ever more present, as though the mouse didn’t know how long she had been trapped, it was already beginning to blur into what felt like an eternity. The humidity unbearably sweltering, leaving only a claggy existence barely clinging on, as higher thought had long since vacated the mouse's mind. The little lady drowning in hopelessness, as she felt the gnawing groan of hunger gently rumble through her gut, reminding her that she had not drank or eaten anything in days.

A degraded quiver shuddering through the mouse’s flagging body, as her subjugated senses tried to properly interpret her situation through the delirium of dehydration. The starvation of stimuli in the rolling blackness of this tactile abyss, leaving her light-headed and desperate, as the nibbling of a survival instinct spurred her to do something other than tuck her head and succumb to the wanton whims of some bitch higher than her in the food chain. Dignity giving her some level of reluctance, but at this point, she had forgotten her own name, as all that mattered was that primal will to live.

A timid slurp of the sour secretions lubricating the smothering shroud of the womb just another necessary insult to her ego, as the doe began to reluctantly lap up the only moisture available to her. Barely a few drips of female honey trickling over her tongue, before the mouse retched into a disgusted gag, but even so, she forced herself to continue, as she staunchly objected to the alternative of an agonisingly drawn-out starvation with what little nutrients were available to her. She knew this mocking game would have to end eventually, so she simply had to wait until the feline drew bored, and then pray that the mouser was feeling merciful. This possibility of being pushed out unharmed what the doe was desperately clinging on to, as even if she was stuck with a long stay, her current conditions were unbearable they were infinitely better than stewing in a stomach, even if to the doe, her captor was currently shimmying her hips into something that would allow her to keep her plaything a little longer than the mouse was expecting.

“Still fits like a glove!” purred the cat, as with a final shuffle she squeezed into the familiar cusp of some skin-tight leather. The snug chastity belt tightly clinging to the cat’s curves, as she checked the fit, pleased to see that her measurements had not changed much since she had last donned it. The luxurious garment of bondage still as sleek as the day she had bought it, and it would fill her debaucherous needs to a tee. The thick leather more than enough to prevent her prisoner from escaping, leaving her to stew at the feline’s discretion, as the cat wondered how much longer her fidgeting treat would keep twitching.

A couple of weeks, a couple of months, time would tell, as the cat began to ponder new torments for the morsel marinating in her loins. The cat’s eyes drifting over her trim tum as she inspected her figure in the mirror, pleased at the way she had maintained her supple shapes after college, even as she felt a weak writhing behind her navel. The mouse was feisty, but she would settle in, perhaps even suffocate, as the doe was far from the first member of her insignificant and pathetic species to meet their end beneath a soft veneer of cat skin. She would fight, she would fail and this cycle would repeat again, though for now, the cat was more interested in what she was going to have for breakfast over the stifled protests of last night’s fling….

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After letting her little toy stew for a bit, the moggy decides to dig something a bit naughty out of her closet in order to keep the little thing in her proper place...

A story done for my Patron justanothermeal who wanted a story to go with a comic they got from Muhny (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/muhny/ ). This one again featuring the cruel cat, who now has another mouse plaything. This is part four of a multipart system, with the rest avalible here as completed:

Part one: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1048460

Part two: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1058933

Part three: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1070663

Part four: you are here

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