The motorcycle's engine roared through the streets, echoing in the cavernous valleys of steel and concrete, the sound amplified in the late hour as it died to a whine and the bike skidded to a stop as I turned off the engine and dismounted. Making a beeline for the building, I fire the grappling hook from my gauntlet as it flies over the side of the rooftop and begins to retract as I jump, feet first, onto the wall and begin the ascent towards the roof. I vault onto the roof as the hook detaches itself with a whoosh and a click, returning to the gauntlet as I approach the opposite side and peer over the side. At fifteen storeys tall, the building isn't the biggest in the neighbourhood, but it provides the best view in the area. From here I can see down three main roads that connect at the intersection below. I peer down at the street below, my gaze following it from one end to the other as it stretches out beneath me for about 800 meters. The drone flies overhead in silence, zipping out over the skyline as it begins its surveillance run. "How're we looking, Cat?"
"All good, Big Daddy," she purred. "I've got a great view of everything from up here."
I cringe at the name but focus on the mission. The black drone flies in almost complete silence, a ghostly eye in the night sky watching everything as Cat pilots it from the Raven's Nest, her keen eyes missing nothing as it flies overhead, doing a reconnaissance of the neighbourhood.
"Only two more hours and then it'll be too late," I tell her. "After midnight there won't be enough people around on the streets to justify him staying out to look for a tempting target. Not in the inner-west on a Thursday night anyway."
"Ten four, Big Daddy!" she replied cheerfully, the drone flying out beyond my line of sight. "You sure we shouldn't stay out later or start earlier tomorrow?" she asked.
"No. It's too early and there's too many people around," I explain. "The hours between 9pm and midnight are the optimal hours for prime target selection. Remember to pay attention to alleyways and side streets close to main roads. That's where he'll likely be operating; most of his kills confirm a preference for that environment. Plenty of foot traffic, yet quiet and secluded areas nearby."
"Copy, Big Daddy!"
"Stop calling me that!"
"Aaaawwww, but Doc…." she whined. "I…Hey, wait a second. Something's going on up here," she said, suddenly serious.
"What's happening?" I ask, with nervous anticipation.
"Two people in an alleyway off Brookevale Ave. It looks like….Oh shit! Doc, it's him!" She exclaimed. "He's got some poor woman in an alleyway!"
I leapt into action, launching the grappling hook as it shot across the artificial canyon and lodged in the stonework of a building across the street. I jump from my perch and swing across the street, landing on a balcony before I shoot the hook up and over the side of the building, and the gyroscopic motor helps pull me up the side. The hook detaches itself as I climb onto the roof and repeat the process, making my way across the rooftops towards Brookevale Avenue. I get into the groove and move with impressive speed, as Cat gives me directions from my relative position. In five minutes I'm looking upon the grizzly scene in the alley below, and with a series of falls, hops and jumps, I rapidly descend the ten storeys to land with a thud on my feet right before our self-confessed vampire.
He jerks upright, my sudden appearance taking him by surprise. Blood soaks his chin, running down his neck as he hisses at me, baring a pair of wicked fangs and filed teeth. His eyes are wild and bloodshot like a rabid animal; the bright splashes of blood on his face clash with his pale complexion, long dark hair spilling out as he leaps to his feet and growls at me. "Interloper!" He snarls. "You dare interfere with my meal!"
I nod. "I do," I say from behind the beaked mask of the Plague Doctor. "Your sick murder spree ends tonight!"
He snarls and hurls himself at me, raking a clawed hand at my face and stabbing the other at my midsection. The claws resemble bat talons, their blades razor sharp.
I block both of his attacks with my forearms and pivot on my left foot as I kick him in the stomach with my right, sending him stumbling backwards.
He gnashes his teeth and drifts to my right as he unleashes a volley of fast slashing and stabbing attacks with his bladed hands. I block several of his lower attacks and then lean aside from a stab at my face as I swing at him with a right hook that he ducks under and counters with a leg sweep.
I jump over it and kick him in the jaw, snapping his head back as he falls to the ground. I jump into the air and go to bring a knee driving down into his stomach, but he rolls aside and scrambles to his feet. He's fast, really fast, moving with a blinding speed I'm struggling to keep track of. I advance on him, not giving him breathing space as I press my attack and send a volley of kicks at him: a sidekick, followed by a roundhouse and then a snap kick aimed between his legs.
He twists aside of the sidekick and ducks under the roundhouse, but then the snap kick hits him right in the family jewels as his hands instinctively grab at the source of his agony as he hunches over, and I deliver an uppercut that lifts him off the ground and sends him crashing to the cement.
He's only down for a few seconds as he rolls aside and scrambles onto his hands and knees, coming up as he snarls like a rabid dog, his hair falling over his face as his dark eyes glare up at me, flashing with rage. Then before I can react, he attacks, leaping at me and launching into a salvo of strikes.
I manage to dodge a punch at my head and block a slash at my face, but a surprise kick hits me in the stomach, making me stumble as he seizes his chance: a kick at my ribs and a shot to the stomach, but the punch to the sternum gets past my defences as I fall back against the wall.
He hisses at me, his dark bloodshot eyes wild. A combo of punches at my face and chest that I manage to bring my hands up and block before a kick connects with my knee and pain flashes across my vision.
My leg gives out as I slump to the side, a fist connecting with my temple as I go down hard.
He snarls in victory, sensing blood as he kicks me in the ribs once….twice….On the third I grab his foot and yank him off balance as my leg whips around and connects with the side of his skull, knocking him down. I push myself up and climb to my feet as he rolls away and deftly regains his footing as we stare each other down. This guy's tough; the toughest opponent I've had in a while.
I don't give him a moment's rest as I go on the offensive once more, launching a thunderous right at his head as he ducks and rakes his claws down my arm as he bats it aside and slashes at my midsection with his other hand, leaving a gash just below my rib cage. The nanofibre armour saves me from being gutted as I retaliate with a kick at his side with my right foot that he dodges by weaving back the other way as my left foot comes up and belts him in the side of the head. He twists with the blow, coming around closer and jabbing his claws at my face. I pull my head back as the deadly blades to flash past my eyes as he comes on the attack with his left. I step back and block the jab at my kidneys, punching him in the guts with a right hook as he roars in pain and snarls at me. He lunges at me, teeth biting at my face as I lurch forwards and headbutt him square in the nose as it gushes blood with a sickening crunch that splatters all over me. He comes back at me with a flurry of strikes, clawing, jabbing and stabbing at me with those claws as I fight tooth and nail to block his frenzied attacks. Then, to my surprise, he holds up a fist, and the claws fly from his hand and lodge themselves in my shoulder, pinning me against the wall by my cloak as he suddenly turns and runs.
It takes precious seconds to dislodge myself from the wall, and I was about to go after him when the woman on the ground moaned. She was still alive but had lost a lot of blood. "Cat! Follow him! Don't lose sight of him!" I ordered.
"Right! On it, Doc!" she said as the drone buzzed high overhead.
I rushed to her side and crouched beside her, checking her condition and the extent of her injures. It wasn't pretty; he had opened a sizeable tear in her throat but had managed to miss any major arteries, a clumsy but vicious attack.
I teared a strip from her top and applied pressure to the wound to slow the bleeding. Taking a morphine shot from my belt and jabbing her with it to dull the pain. The sound of sirens blaring nearby screeched to a stop just outside the alley as I stood and retreated into the shadows as a pair of paramedics arrived and began attending to her.
A woman marched into the alley and assessed the scene, Detective Santiago. She watched as the paramedics put the grievously wounded woman onto a stretcher and raced off with her, then began examining the crime scene.
I stepped out from the darkness. "Good evening, Detective. I was a bit late, I'm afraid."
She turned around; if she was surprised by my presence, she hid it behind a professional veneer. "I guess I should've expected to see you here," she said with a frown. "What happened?"
"Our vampire attacked a woman, and I interrupted his feeding."
"And you just happened to be in the neighbourhood?"
"As a matter of fact, yes."
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"I conducted a rigorous psychological profile of our killer, along with various other indicators that would support the hypothesis of someone who's delusional enough to believe they're a vampire. I eventually narrowed the list of suspects down to a hundred names," I explain. "I was hoping to present you with not just the list of suspects, but the killer himself after my analysis of his psychological state led me to the realisation that I could predict where and when he would strike next."
"Ah, I see. It looks like your prediction was pretty accurate," she observed, looking around the crime scene. The pool of blood where the woman had lain, the subtle, yet telltale signs of a fight. Invisible to the casual observer, but unmistakable to the forensic eye.
"Not quite accurate enough," I reply. "Although it's an extremely large area to survey. I can't be everywhere at once. Even with high-tech equipment at my disposal."
"I take it you got a good look at him?" she asked.
I give a curt nod. "Yes. I'll consult our list of suspects and send you the match ASAP."
"Good. You've had more luck than we have. The team has a list of suspects a thousand long," she said with a frown.
"You're thinking about it from a purely theoretical perspective. You're ignoring the practicalities," I tell her.
She turned away and surveyed the scene once more as the sound of more incoming sirens filled the night. "There's my backup, come to cordon off the scene and run a full sweep," she said, then turned back to me, but I had vanished. Having fled into the night like a ghostly phantom as soon as I heard the sirens approaching.
Later at the Raven's nest, I sighed as I fell into the chair beside Cat.
"I'm sorry, Doc," she said hanging her head. "I lost him, and it's all my fault. I should've followed him down into the car park instead of floating around outside."
I scratched an ear, itching from the close confines of the mask. "You did what you thought was best at the time. It turns out it wasn't the best decision; it happens."
She scoffed.
"Who knows what might've happened had you followed him. He might've heard the drone thanks to the echo, been tipped off to your presence and found a way to evade you anyway," I point out.
"You can't know that," she retorted.
I smile. "I can't, but regardless it's possible, and we'll never know. The point is what we do know is what's important. Dwelling on the result and chastising ourselves is pointless because the end result is the same. So let's focus on what we can do, like bringing up that list of suspects so I can identify him."
"Oh, right!" She said, instantly brightening as she gets to work at the computer. She brings up the list with an accompanying file of ID photos as we begin reviewing them. We go through the list of a hundred different individuals and when we get to the last one, I frown. "No. That's not him either, he's not…." I trail off.
"He's not there?" she asked. "Hhhmmm, we've missed something. A piece of the puzzle we've overlooked," she says, tapping a finger against her chin as she studies the screen.
"But what?" I ask. "Our psychological profile was thorough, and we included a plethora of accompanying data."
"It's not the profile that's wrong," she said, biting her lip in thought. "Something else in the accompanying data. We made an assumption that made logical sense, but he hasn't followed the logic, or there's a counter logic we've missed."
"Counter logic?"
"Yeah. An alternative explanation that's equally or more logical than our conclusion," she explained.
"Ah, but what?" I ask, mulling it over. "The environmental factor, his living conditions," she suggests. "We assumed he'd be living in a nice apartment on a bottom floor where he had easy access to a basement to live out his vampire delusion. But he's a wealthy guy who's single and relatively young, right? Why would he want to live on the first floor? That explanation makes sense, but it's not enough."
She was right. When expressed like that, it did sound unlikely. "A lot of modern vampire media doesn't have them living in crypts and sleeping in coffins," I remind myself.
"Uh, yeah? That hasn't been a thing since the 60s," Cat pointed out. "Wait....how did we not realise this before?"
I smirk at her. "Well, now we know and we can revise our search parameters for our suspect. Although I hope it's not too late. I interrupted him, so he's going to want to try again real soon. And this time, we'll be ready and waiting for him."
The next morning Cat found herself standing in Charlie's office as the old Navy Seal sat behind his desk. Cat exploded into the office, a pink-haired whirlwind of energy, grinning like she had already won the war. "Good morning, Grumpy!" she cried, green eyes glowing with joy.
Charlie didn't look up from his paperwork. Just grunted, licked his thumb, and turned a page. "Good morning," he said. "If you're going to set my croissant on fire again, I'd rather avoid the morning pleasantries."
Cat gasped, clutching her chest in mock offence. "That was one time! And it was for science!" She whined, flopping into the chair across from him, legs dangling.
Charlie looked up, moustache twitching. "Because of that I don't trust you with matches or around anything flammable."
Cat giggles, kicking her feet, then freezes, her head tilting like she heard a distant scream. "…Wait," She said, eyes narrowing. "Where's Doc?"
Charlie sighed. "Upstairs in the nest, awaiting your imminent arrival."
Cat leapt to her feet and bolted for the door, cackling. "Thanks, Grandpa! Love you! Don't die on us!"
Charlie muttered something under his breath as she vanished down the hall.
I grit my teeth in annoyance as Cat saunters into the room late. "So, how about we try some of those outfits on and make some personalities for them?" I suggest, getting right to business. "Remember you're playing characters!"
"Mmm…Doc…" she purrs, skipping over to the pile of shopping bags. "You say characters… but...." She dives into the bags, emerging with a black lace dress and a pair of stiletto heels. "I'm not playing…" she whispers, holding the outfit against her body, twirling like a ballerina. "....I'm becoming!"
"Watch!" she hissed. She took a deep breath, shoulders rising and falling, and then...her posture shifted, her smile changed, and suddenly she wasn't Cat anymore.
"Oh my gosh, Mr. Raven, sir!" she gushed. "I just love working here! Everyone is so nice! Do you think I could get a promotion soon? My mum says I'm really good at filing!" She bat her lashes, clutching an imaginary purse, feet pointing inward like a shy schoolgirl. Then she's back, grinning.
"See? No acting… just… letting the right parts show," she whispered. She leaned in, lips brushing my ear— "And when I kill in this outfit…no one will believe it's me."
I nod in approval at her performance, then shudder when she whispers in my ear, but not from fear or anger....excitement, and something else. I banish the feeling and smile. "Right! Well, let's start trying them on then!" I say, grabbing the spare seat, twisting it around so it faces the wall, and sitting in it. "I'll face this way while you get dressed and you let me know when you've got the next on," I instruct her, turning back to face her. "Then I'll talk to you like you're under cover, and you react how this....part of you would," I say, nodding as I twist back around so I'm not looking at her. "I won't peek," I assure her. "I promise."
Cat didn't move at first. She just stared at my back, green eyes wide, unblinking. Then, she smiled softly.
"Okay…" She whispered, fingers already working at the buttons of her shirt. "But… if you peek…," she grinned. "I'll know."
The rustle of fabric. The zing of a zipper. The soft thud of boots hitting the floor. "Ready!" Her voice is different now—lower, smokier, laced with a lazy confidence that wasn't there before.
When I turn around, she's leaning against the wall, dressed in the black lace dress and stilettos, one leg cocked, a cigarette dangling from her fingers. "You lost, sugar?" She drawled, arching a brow, her voice dripping like honey and something darker. "This ain't the kind of place a nice boy like you should be…" Cat pushed off the wall, swaying closer, hips rolling like a predator circling its prey. "Unless… you like the danger."
I blink. This isn't Cat. This is someone else. "Of course you'll know because you'll see the chair turn around," I protest. "Not that I would think of looking anyway, because that would be wrong. The kind of thing a weirdo pervert would do, and I wouldn't do that because I'm not a weirdo pervert," I say. God, why can't I shut up? I sigh with relief and turn around, and my heart immediately skips a beat as my breath catches in my throat. I sit there gaping at her, then shake my head and smile, suddenly feeling very goofy and awkward. "No, ma'am," I manage. "I'm just looking for a good time," I say, unable to think of much else. Then immediately regret it. "I mean, I'm a sailor in the navy, and our ship just docked in town. We're out on leave and...." I suddenly find myself unable to speak as I realise she's coming right towards me, seeming like someone completely different, but still looking like Cat....Cat walking like that and fixing me with that predatory man-eater gaze. I gulp.
She laughed as she closed the distance between us. The stilettos click against the floor, each step measured, lethal. "Ohhh, sailor boy!" she purred, tilting her head, green eyes half-lidded. "You think you can handle a good time?" Her fingers trail along my shoulder light and teasing, before she leans down, lips brushing my ear. "Let me guess…" she whispered, voice dripping with fake sympathy. "First time in a real port, huh? All those stories from the older boys… big talk about women and whiskey." She grinned, not a friendly smile. "But now you're here… and you don't know what to do with your hands!" Then—snap—the act drops. Cat blinks, grinning wildly, bouncing on her toes. "So? How'd I do? Huh? Huh? Wasn't I amazing?!" She squealed, clapping enthusiastically.
If Cat noticed my discomfort, she didn't let on. But I smile and wipe a hand across my brow. "Wow! Yeah, Cat, you were amazing! So good, in fact, I don't think we need to see any more," I say with a chuckle.
Cat's jogging on the treadmill as it drones on relentlessly, forcing her to keep up a good pace lest she be hurled from it as the timer seems to be taking forever to count down to zero. I watch her as she jogs, taller than the average woman with a slim and athletic build that, with time and training, can be honed into a lethal killing machine. I can't help but notice her huffing and puffing for breath as she sucks in oxygen, sweat beading on her brow, her long, slim legs pumping enticingly beneath her short shorts as her breasts bounce hypnotically with each energetic step. At first I'm studying her for what kind of fighting style and techniques would suit her frame and ability best, but I'm soon just staring. The bouncing of her ample cleavage draws my eyes to them like a magnet, and I look up to see her make eye contact and notice. At that point the machine ticks to zero and slows and comes to a stop as she raised an eyebrow at me. "Ha ha! Great workout, Cat!" I say, hoping the conversation will distract her. Who am I kidding?
Cat didn't reply. She just hoped off the treadmill, chest heaving, sweat dripping down her neck. She stared at me with a slow smile, her eyes knowing, amused.
"Mmm… Doc," she purred, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "Are you staring at my form… or something else?" She stepped closer, tilting her head, damp pink hair sticking to her cheeks. "Because if it's the first… good!... "But if it's the second…" Her voice drops low, teasing. "Well, you could just ask."
She reached out, dragging a finger down my chest—light, playful—then skips\ped back, laughing. "So! What's next? More punches? More running? Or…" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. "Something fun?"
"Ah ha!" I say with a nervous laugh as she's caught me checking her out. "I was just thinking, really!" I insist. "Deciding which fighting style would suit you and stuff," I explain. "....I got distracted and lost in my thoughts, and it seemed like I was staring at you, but I wasn't staring; I was thinking, honest!" I say, rushing to explain myself, chuckling with nervous laughter once more. "There's more than one type of form I could be looking at," I add, then realise the accidental innuendo and cringe. "Ah! But I don't mean it like that!"
"Here!" I say, getting an idea. "Let's teach you some basic blocking movements for punches so you can utilise those and incorporate them into your combos!" I say, trying to distract her and banish the awkwardness.
Cat didn't buy it, but she played along, grinning, delighted by my flustered explanation, and skipped over to the mirror, striking a pose. Leg cocked, arms raised in a boxer's stance, tongue stuck out between her teeth. "Like this?" She giggled, twisting on the spot, showing off her profile, eyes shining with mischief. "The mighty Claw! Fear my wrath! Tremble before my fishnet-clad glory!" Then she drops the act, leaning in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Or… maybe… something more… private?"
I wander over to the gym equipment and sit on the weightlifting bench, doubling over as I bury my face in my hands.
(WARNING: GRAPHIC SEX SCENE FROM HERE ONWARDS! .....Skip the rest of this issue if that's not your thing.)
Cat's playful look changed to one of concern as she came over. "Doc, are you okay?"
I stop and look up. "You're a very naughty girl always teasing me. It's really inappropriate for a student to be flirting with their master like this. You're supposed to be my apprentice. So I'm going to have to punish you!" Before she can react, I grab her, yanking Cat towards me and pulling her across my lap, my free hand pulling her shorts down around her knees as I raise my hand and bring it smashing down upon her rear with a loud WACK! WACK! WACK! Delivering three hard slaps to her ass.
Cat didn't scream, she froze. Then, her body jerked in shock—as the sting radiated through her, hot and bright. "Oh!" She gasped, blushing with embarrassment. She tilted her head back, eyes glazed, lips parted in a soft, moan. "...Again!" she whispered. Her hips wriggled, pressing her ass into my hand. "Harder!"
"More? You want more, you little bitch?" I hiss at her. "I'll give you more!" ….WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK! I slap her ass as hard as I can in rapid succession, the sounds echoing throughout the room as I relentlessly spank her.
Her back arches, her breath coming in short, gasping moans. "Yes!" she hisses "M-more....p-please...Doc!" Tears welled in her eyes as her body burned under my hands, alive in a way she'd never experienced.
Her excitement over being spanked only encourages me as I resume beating her ass. WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK! …her petite frame jolting with each blow. "Are you actually enjoying this?" I ask, reaching down past her ass and shoving two fingers into her pussy. "Wow! You're soaking wet," I breathe in disbelief, realising my rock-hard erection is pushing against her stomach.
Cat shuddered at my touch, pressing closer, whimpering as my fingers slide into her sex. She whimpered again, her hips rolling against my hand. Her fingers clutching at my shirt, twisting it as she ground onto my fingers, moaning.
"F-feels so good... hurts so good... please!" Then she felt it. The hard length of me pressing against her stomach. Her green eyes widened and she licked her lips. "Doc..." she whispered. "You want me too... don't you?" She ground down harder, arching her back, offering herself. "Take me... break me... please!"
Cat squirmed in my lap, consumed by the contrasting feelings of pleasure and pain, the agony and the ecstasy pulsing through her in waves. I smile like a lunatic, beating her ass ruthlessly as I roughly finger her, shoving three fingers inside her as I pummel her insides. She was screaming and crying, her ass beat red raw and her pussy gushing juices as I sense her orgasm approaching, increasing the tempo of my spanks as the flesh on her swollen ass ripples and heat radiates from it without even touching her. As an orgasm hit her, I cease spanking and embrace her, lowering us onto the floor as I hold her while she orgasms and shivers like crazy.
Cat collapsed into my arms, shaking, sobbing, clinging to me like I'm the only thing anchoring her to earth. Her body convulsed with pleasure, but she was still begging for more. "D-Doc..." she whimpered.
I gaze down at Cat, taking in the sight of her, body covered in sweat, tears in her eyes, ass bright red from the beating, her pussy soaked, red and puffy, juices soaking her thighs and the mat where she squirted everywhere, shivering with the ripples of her orgasm still passing through her as she stared up at me, emitting cute little whimpers as she gripped my shirt, her face flushed as she looked up at me like a lost puppy, quivering with post-orgasmic euphoria. I laugh, "Aaawww, look at you. What happened? Did little Cat get her ass beat and cum everywhere?" I ask, teasing her. "Look at the mess you've made." I gesture at her juices pooling beneath us, "What a filthy girl!"
I'm holding her across my lap as I start groping her breasts, squeezing her sensitive nipples. She winced involuntarily and gave a little squeak, whimpering as I grope her tits. "Do you like that, my little kitty?" I ask, leaning down and planting a kiss on her lips, licking her lips before pulling away. "Stick your tongue out," I command.
Her fingers clutched at my shirt, pulling me closer. "Punish me… use me… ruin me… please!" she begged and obediently stuckher tongue out as she whimpered. I passionately kiss her, sucking her tongue before I slide mine into her mouth, our tongues slithering together. I break the kiss as we stare at each other with lust and something more. Suddenly I slap her face, hard enough that it makes her head jolt as she yelped in pain. "Is that what you want? You like that?" I ask her; before she can answer, I give her a backhand with the same hand as fresh tears leap into her eyes. There's pain, but also a passion and fire in them. I look down at my crotch, my erection straining against my pants, fully erect and wanting out. "Look what you've done!" I say to her. "Take it out, suck it!" I command, grabbing her by the hair as I yank her head towards my dick.
Cat didn't hesitate. She dove for my cock like a starving animal as she freed my throbbing member, wrapping her lips around my cock, taking me deep, gagging around my length as tears spilt down her flushed face. Her tongue writhed underneath, massaging, drinking in the taste of me as she bobbed her head, desperate to please.
I sit back as Cat greedily sucks and slurps on my dick; my breathing becomes heavy as I moan with pleasure, stroking her hair and muttering how good it feels. "Good girl!" I gasp between moans of pleasure. "Good Kitty, it feels so good!" I moan as I watch her suck me off, looking up at me with her green eyes full of lust. I smile down at her as I feel my balls tense up and my body clenches as I realise I'm about to cum. "AAaaaaahhhh! Cat! I'm cumming; pull it out. I wanna nut all over your face!" I cry with pleasure as I manage to hold back a few seconds more, pulling my dick out of her mouth as it explodes and four hot spurts of my sex milk splash all over her face. I shudder with orgasmic bliss and sigh with relief and laugh, her face covered in my jizz. My dick still rock hard as I smile at her. "Wonderful job! You really know how to suck dick!" I tell her with a chuckle. "Now would you like some of this big cock inside you?"
Cat stared up at me, her eyes glowing with something wild and devoted. "Mmm… tastes like you," she purred, then used one of the towels beside us to clean her face. Suddenly she lunged, pinning me to the mat, straddling my waist, grinding her soaked pussy against my still-hard cock.
"Yes," she hissed. "Fuck me. Claim me. Make me yours!"
My eyes go wild with excitement at her renewed enthusiasm, her energy returning to her as she leapt at me like a wild animal, straddling my waist. "Do it, Cat!" I tell her. "Ride me, fuck me! I wanna make you cum. I wanna cum inside you!" I declare, ripping her shirt off and grabbing hold of her tits as she gasped in pleasure, smiling wickedly at me.
With a growl, she lifted herself up, gripping my cock with one hand, lining it up with her dripping sex and slamming herself down onto me. "Fuck!" She screamed, head thrown back, body arching as she took me to the hilt, stretching around me, shivering with the pleasure of being filled. Then she started moving, bouncing on my lap with reckless abandon, nails raking down my chest. "Mine!" she snarls. "My Doc… my cock… mine!" Every roll of her hips is vicious, every grind desperate, chasing her own release as she milks my throbbing member.
When she pushed herself down, I push back up into her, thrusting my hips and pulling back as she lifted herself up, and then slamming back down to meet her as we fuck like wild animals, Cat riding me with reckless abandon as I thrust back into her, like a bronco trying to shake its rider. I gasp in pain as she bites me and claws at my chest, raking her nails down my torso; that stings deliciously. I pull her down onto me and hold her as I fuck her back, grunting with the effort and moaning in pleasure as she screamed in pure joy, a wicked, feral smile on her face as she fucked me back.
We change positions, as I suddenly lift her up and flip her over so we're now in missionary. I start thrusting into her wildly as hard and fast as I can, grunting, groaning, and moaning in pleasure as her pussy gripped my cock like a wet fist, squeezing it as I thrust into her, pounding her pussy like a jackhammer.
Cat squealed as I flip her over, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my back to pull me deeper into her. "Harder!" She howled, clawing at my chest, arching off the mat to meet every pounding thrust. "Break me! Fuck me like you hate me!" She suddenly froze, eyes rolling back, mouth falling open as she screamed as her orgasm hits her—violent, unrelenting, ripping her apart in my arms.
I orgasm with her groaning, burying myself in her as my cock twitches, pumping her full of my cum. I pull out of her and roll over, lying on the mat beside her, both of us breathing heavily, our minds a haze with feelings of euphoria. We lay there in silence for several minutes, breathing heavily as we recovered our senses. "Well, that's enough training for today," I say with a chuckle. "I didn't expect that to happen.....but I guess that solves the problem of the sexual tension."
Cat lay there breathing heavily, her skin flushed, cum dripping from between her thighs, staring at the ceiling. She turned her head towards me with a grin.
"Mmm, training, right," she purred, rolling onto her side, nuzzling against my chest. "Guess we both learned something new today. "Sooooo, tomorrow? More punches? Or....more private lessons?" She asked with a wink.
"More punches, much more punches," I reply looking at her with a smile. "Private lessons come after. Work and the mission always comes first!"
I look away as I think, then back to her. "I'm sorry I hit you," I say. "Like, I know you liked it for some reason, but I feel like I've done something wrong." I look away from her, up at the factory ceiling. "I've never done anything like that before," I explain. "I don't even know why I did that or what made me. This is all new to me. I've been with girls before at college and fooled around etc, but it's not been anything like this," I add, frowning as my brain immediately begins complicating things.
Cat propped herself up on one elbow, eyes softening as she studied me.
"Doc…" She whispered, fingers brushing my cheek. "You didn't hurt me. Not really. I liked it because it was you. Because you let me see the monster under the mask… and didn't run away." She rest her forehead on mine, breath warm against my lips. She flicked my nose playfully. "Now stop overthinking and kiss me, dummy."
I'm surprised by Cat's words, a part of her I've never seen before emerging as she suddenly becomes like a normal girl. There's no talk about chaos and carnage, no hyperactivity or extremes. Just simple, honest words of assurance and understanding that makes me feel giddy. I like this version of her that's appeared out of nowhere. "Hhhmmmm.....the monster under the mask," I echo, contemplatively. "Well, we should both go shower," I say, pulling myself into a sitting position and climbing to my feet. "You go first," I insist, gesturing towards the bathroom, then smirk at her. "I'm sure glad Charlie's out today." I laugh, winking at her. "But not a word of this to him. It's our thing, and that nosy old coot doesn't need to know. Plus, he wouldn't understand," I add with a sigh.
Cat giggled, stretching. "Mmm… our thing." She purrs, twirling a pink strand of hair around her finger. "Secret spankings… secret kisses… secret monsters." She skipped toward the shower, pausing at the doorway to blow me a kiss. "Don't worry, Doc. I'll keep you all to myself."