: Yellow eyes narrowed when the whip entangled 'n twisted her up around the throat, lashing her briefly to the cage... Temptation set in immediately to bear down and twist... snap the catfolk's neck and be done with it all...  These years of torture and forced training.. Even 'f the fucking was good 'n frequent, her lunacy had long since worn to a point beyond stale...<br/><br/>Grand plans of hers more half-baked at best.. for his kind, trickery 'n mischief are works 'f art... In her case, there was plenty left to be desired... Speaking up as the shackles locked in... using all of that honed speed and agility to juke 'n step out of those flailing kicks and swipes of catclaws... :<br/><br/>"..You overplayed yourself slut.. Think you have half a clue to bring down the Firefox? ...Th' puddles 'f cat-juice you left in my lap when you were done riding had more depth than your plans..."<br/><br/>: Insults abound, Mako wasn't about to pull any punches... Not this time... This time, th' bitch was gonna learn her fucking place...<br/><br/>Teeth bared, pointed canines presented with his growl, left hand swiping across and catching her at the base of her uplifted tail... pulling upon it, he kept it straight and taut, lifted up vertically and under enough tension to keep her from making grinding contact on the bars that she insisted on still trying to ride upon...<br/><br/>She might be drunk 'n playing... but th' bitter kitsune had some demons 'f his own to express... eyes burning, his hand rolled, twisting her tail tightly in his grip and tugging, only to bring his right hand down hard... fingers splaying, the swipe near whistling as it came down and cracked into her jiggling ass... No paddle, not yet... he wanted to feel the bite 'f his hand marking and marring her rear..:<br/><br/>"...Think I don't know just how to break you?  You've spent how long now on my cock?  ...You've shown me all 'f the spots I need to beat and fuck you blind.."<br/><br/>: Once... Twice... Three times... each time, a pull at her tail to punish her for any kicking, any attempts to squirm away from the blows... Four.... Five... Mako damn well was keeping count... quietly pondering if she'd earned one for every year of his captivity, or one for every month....<br/><br/>....Perhaps one for each time she denied him orgasm.... but then they'd be here for quite a long while... :