<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">The scream that ripped from the base of her throat, that clawed its way out of her mouth and burst from her wide open mouth was not (entirely) a show. <br/><br/>Her shapeshifting, while easy enough to control now in the later years of her servitude, was not instantaneous. So when her Master adjusted the tip of his cock against her, Catherine only had a moment to widen her eyes before being impaled on the thick length. She only had a moment before her Master blew apart her pain threshold, before a virtual fire erupted in her body, drowning her senses.<br/><br/>She screamed. Loud and hard, enough to strain her vocal chords, the taste of blood fresh on her tongue when she closed her mouth. She bucked under Him, only adding to the pain that radiated from between her thighs, a pain that grew with every passing moment. It was too much. It was unbearable. It was... perfect.</span>