Felicia keeps up with her death stares and growling as you taunt her some more while pushing the devil's kiss into her tight kitty sex. Staying creepy calm as you push it deeper and eventually into her cervix, only getting a little wince out of her as you keep up with the taunting and even licking her clitoris. That gets her a little shudder as Lisa leans in more to watch, eager to see how the human invented torture device works. With a dramatic pause and Lisa giggling some more, you eventually turn the knob and yank it out of her sex! That gets Felicia's attention, grunting deeply as she feels the barbs sink into her cervix and stay in there. Eyes wide in shock as she struggles in the chair and swears up a storm, just laying into it and even making Lisa fold her ears back and whimper.<br/><br/>Finishing it off with something related to frogs, panting to herself and her inner thighs twitching.<strong>"Nyyaahhh.... it pinches...."</strong>Still locked in the chair as you keep taunting her about keeping her there, but Lisa objects strongly. She needs that chair to do business! Nyah! Helping Felicia out of the chair, which was a mistake, as she pounces! Tackling the smaller catgirl as they both of them get into it. Rolling on the ground and nyahing and clawing and hissing. Lisa not lasting long as she gets pinned and smacked around by Felicia for good measure.