the Leopard's Lunch
Megan couldn't believe her good luck. She had just left her house that evening at around eight to go hunting, and there on the side of the road hitchhiking was the prey she was looking for. She stopped the car and opened the passenger door inviting him in. In the light of the interior she could see him more clearly. A young man, perhaps twenty to twenty-three years old, hair short cropped, blue eyes and a clean shaven face. He had apparently just left work, as he was dressed to look casual but it wasn't really casual clothes. Looked like some kind retail clothing store outfit of some sort.
Yes, he would fulfill her needs perfectly. He gave her a surprised look when he saw who it was that had given him a lift. It was also obvious that her excellent looks were not lost on him. Megan had dressed appropriately for tonight's hunt -- a fine black knee length dress, tastefully accented with spiked heels and the finest of nylons. The dress was slit up the side revealing much of her shapely right thigh. Very simple but extremely effective bait for the capture. He sat there with his mouth agape staring at her and looking rather ridiculous doing so.
"You gonna sit there catching flies cowboy, or are you gonna tell me where your headed?" she said with a genuinely warm smile on her face.
"Sorry.....uhhh..I'm just headed home. If you can get me to Rt. 23, I can walk the rest." he said while his face started to get warm from the embaressment he felt.
Megan put the car in gear and headed down the road which led directly toward Rt. 23 about twelve miles away.
"OK, no problem. I can get you to 23, but I have to run some errands first. Do you mind?" Megan said, still smiling.
"Uh, no not a problem....I'm not in a rush." he said quietly
They drove on for a few minutes in silence and then Megan decided to break the ice a little and started a conversation. She always liked to know who it was she was dealing with before revealing her true motives.
"So, whats your name?", she asked sounding genuinely interested.
"Mike....but my freinds, they call me....uh....ah, nevermind. Mike is fine."
"You were about to tell me your nickname...c'mon and tell me what it is. I promise I won't laugh."
He paused smiling not sure if he should tell her, but then,
"it's Mouse" he said sheepishly.
"How did you end up with that kinda nickname??"
"I knew you would laugh" he said, but seemed to relax a little.
She seemed nice enough. Hell, he might even get to score with her he thought to himself....though he doubted it.
"I don't know. I think someone called me Mickey once instead of Mike, you know, like Mickey Mouse, and it just stuck I guess. Now everyone just calls me Mouse." he explained.
"Well, Mouse should be appropriate for tonight" she said.
Her smile faded as she studied him for a reaction. She loved to toy with her prey ... just as her pet would do tonight. Mouse gave her a confused glance, he wasn't sure he understood her correctly and just let the comment pass. They drove on for a few more minutes and then Megan turned right to head towards home, her cargo safely in tow.
"Ma'am? I believe twenty-three was back that way ... we didn't need to turn there." Mouse said.
"I know, I have to stop by my house to pick up a few things before I go out. I was on my home when I saw you. It'll just take a minute." she said, lying.
When they reached her house, Megan put the car in park and looked over at her prize with an appraising eye. Yes, he would do just fine for the nights entertainment she thought smiling. It was becoming difficult to contain her anticipation.
"Why don't you come on in with me and have a beer while I get my things together?" she said as warmly as she could muster.
"Sure! That'd be great."
Like most guys his age, Mouse was beginning to think maybe he would get lucky tonight after all. She was inviting him in to her house right? She must want sex he thought to himself.
Once inside, Megan went to the kitchen and brought out a Coors Light for her guest, told him to have a seat and then excused herself to get her things. Mouse was in awe. The house was absolutely huge! Everything was kept impeccably clean and the room gave off an aura of tasteful decoration.
As he looked around the room he began to notice some of the paintings on the wall. One pictured a leopard in the forest in the process of consuming a pig..... a boar. The leopard was depicted in the process of eating the boars testicles. The pig appeared to be struggling as the cat did so. Mouse shivered involuntarily.
Another picture showed a leopard holding a bound man by the throat choking the life from him while the shadow of a woman fell over his body. But the third painting simply took his breath away -- it showed a woman, in fact, it showed her posing with a leopard next to her.
The woman in the picture had her arm draped across the big-cats neck and the leopard was leaning against her affectionately. What caused him to gasp was the fact there was the mutilated carcass of a man in front of both of them. The man had been gutted .... eaten. Nothing remained of his body but his head, some sprung ribs, and shreds of flesh hanging from his bones. The leopard's muzzle was bloody.
Upon closer inspection, Mouse realized this was not a painting .... but a photo. He started towards the door, but too late..... she was already there.
"Most guys I bring home don't even notice the wall hangings. I have to point them out to the morons." she said evenly.
Pointing to the one of her with the leopard and it's deceased meal, she said,
"Yes, that is a photo there ... I don't remember the guy's name, just another male like yourself who I hunted down. A lady friend of mine took the photograph after Diana and I were finished with him. Diana is, of course, the leopard you see there in the picture." she explained simply.
Mouse looked at her warily, and then looked at the front door not ten feet from him. He figured he would have no problem getting past her to the door to freedom from this madness. Then he noticed she was holding something in her hand. He quickly realized it was a weapon of some sort and knew his chances for escape were lost.
"It's called a Tazer gun" she said with a smile "It works by electrifying the person who is hit, rendering them helpless....like this..."
She pointed the weapon at Mouse and fired.
Mouse's world became hell as the two electrodes from the gun embedded themselves in his chest. He lost control of his body as the electricity from the weapon coursed through him, causing him to flop around on the floor like a fish out of water. In seconds, consciousness fled him.
Mouse awoke and at first he did not realize where he was. As he started to move his body his muscles screamed at him in pain. He realized he could not move. His legs were bound with rope at the ankles and his arms were tied behind his back. Hog-tied. He lay on the floor helpless. He also realized his clothes had been taken from him. His memory came flooding back to him, and he quickly realized his situation had become quite terrifying.
He had been moved to a different room as well. As he looked around he realized the room must be a basement as there were no windows anywhere. A variety of cages, some chains and ropes hanging from the ceiling, some devices that could only be described as instruments of torture were the main items in the room. He was laying on a bare mattress laid out on the floor.
Megan watched as her guest regained consciousness and smiled as she noted his reactions as he took in his surroundings. She watched his eyes widen as they finally came to rest on her and Diana, who was laying comfortably by her side.
"Mouse, I would like to introduce you to my companion, Diana" said Megan sweetly. "She is the leopard you saw in those pictures upstairs. It is very curious your friends should call you Mouse, as I am sure you are aware that cats are very fond of mice. And yes, those are real photos upstairs. Nothing was staged, nothing faked. You will co-star in her next photo....suitable for framing I'm sure."
She watched as the meaning of what she was saying sunk into Mouse's brain, relishing the terror showing in his eyes. Mouse opened his mouth as if to say something, then shut it again.
"You were going to ask why right?" she prodded
"Well, yes ma'am. I don't understand any of this. Why do you have me down here? I have to get home. I told my friends I'd be going out with them. I don't want to know your cat. If you would let me go I promise not to tell anyone, honest. Just untie me and we can forget this. Please ... just let me go...I'll pay for the ride. WHAT DO YOU WANT!!"
When Mouse yelled, Diane became agitated and Megan put a hand on her head to reassure the big-cat.
"Entertainment ... you fulfill a need, both in me and obviously in Diana. Cats gotta eat ya know. But don't worry, by the time I'm done having my fun, Diana will probably be a welcome diversion for you. You're sure to welcome her attentions after experiencing mine."
She laughed as she said this.
"I've been told my family tree links directly to the Roman Emperor Nero, who always enjoyed feeding slaves and Christians to his cats. Perhaps I inherited some of dear old granddad's eccentricities. Doesn't really matter. You're there tied up waiting for me to give you to Diana, and I'm here enjoying it. Call it a power trip, whatever. All I know is I enjoy it. Call it payback if you will, if it makes you feel better. Shall we get started?"
Mouse was speechless. He watched as she produced a knife from behind her back ... a big knife. She approached him and when she was near enough, she lay down on the mattress next to him.
Grabbing him by the hair, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him full on the lips, driving her tongue deep in his mouth. Despite his terror, Mouse reacted, kissing her back. He was completely confused. Hopefully, she was just playing a game at his expense.
Megan moved the knife, letting the steel blade slide harmlessly against her prey's belly. Then, by turning it slightly, she let the blade bite into his lower abdomen drawing a thin red line from his navel downwards towards his exposed genitals but stopping there.
She kissed him more deeply as she did so. Mouse felt the blade, but could only make a noise in his throat. She pulled her lips from his and studied his reaction as she let the cold steel again slide harmlessly along his chest.
The cut she had just made was not deep. Mouse could hardly feel any pain from the cut, but that did nothing to squelch the terror he felt for his captor. He was literally frozen with fear ... a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. He wanted to fight back, scream, kick, anything to get out of the situation he was in, but his body would not obey him.
But also, deep in the recesses of his mind, he became dimly aware that a part of him wanted to be here. To see what happened next. He was at her mercy completely, and the idea wasn't all that bad to a dark part of him, no matter how much it hurt. But then he looked over at the leopard, who was regarding him with a chillingly cool gaze. The thoughts fled him. He knew he was in big trouble and probably would not survive to tell the tale. As if to confirm this, Diana slowly licked her chops while staring hopefully at Mouse's trussed form
"Now, little Mousey, where would you like the next cut, hmmm?" Megan said sadistically. "Maybe here?"
She let the blade run across his left nipple.
She moved it to his inner thigh, close to his testicles. Mouse's eyes widened in fear and he managed to shake his head. "No?" She teased, and then while smiling at him, she let the point cut a shallow line from his upper inner right thigh down to his knee.
"Don't move or I might nick a vein. Don't want that do we?"
Mouse was helpless against her onslaught. He managed a couple of squeaks of protest, but was simply too afraid to move. Megan's game continued as she created new openings in his body. The knife only stung Mouse a little -- it didn't really hurt. The deadly potential of what she was doing was most terrifying however,
"I'm doing this so Diana will understand what you are, you see. For some reason, she won't go after any food that doesn't have the smell of blood on it. It's simply a small prerequisite she requires before feeding ... you understand of course, don't you?"
Mouse simply gave her a pleading look as his voice would no longer function. Megan got up and went to the wall, pulling a rather nasty looking bullwhip from the wall
"She also enjoys her meat best if it is tenderized first. Do you mind little one, if I do the honors?" she questioned.
Without waiting for Mouse's voice to return, she expertly let the bullwhip fly, cutting a nice welt across his chest. Mouse went rigid, his body rebelling against the sudden sharp stinging pain, and he cried out in agony,
"No, please just let me go ... I can't do th..."
His cries for mercy were cut off as she again let the bullwhip whistle through the air, landing it across his exposed thighs. He cried out and rolled himself onto his belly to protect himself.
Diana took a few quick steps forward, anticipating an escape attempt on the part of her prey. Megan called her name and stroked her neck, soothing the big cat into calming down. His back now displayed to Megan's onslaught, she took full advantage, cracking the whip across his exposed buttocks, and watched with sadistic satisfaction as his body convulsed in anguish. Her assault continued at an ever increasing pace.
She marveled at how his trussed and helpless body literally danced beneath her powerful strokes of the whip. This was her favorite part of her little ritual. She began tearing into her prey with increased urgency, making the whip bite into the male's flesh and reveling in the tortured reactions of his body as it twitched and flexed against the agony of the onslaught.
After some time, having worked herself into a sweat as she wielded the whip, she realized Mouse could take no more and watched as his body suddenly relaxed in defeat, his simple way of asking for an end to his torment. This was the moment of triumph she always relished and the sudden moistness between her thighs confirmed her feelings.
She took the knife out and cut his bonds free so that he now lay exposed and at her mercy on his back ... waiting. She stepped up onto his lower abdomen, letting her spike heels sink into his unresisting flesh and she slowly walked up to his chest, marveling at how his body yielded to her weight. He belonged to her completely now.
Looking down, she let her fierce gaze penetrate his already defeated soul,
"You are now ready for Diana to take you ... yes?"
It was a question she expected an answer to, and she always got one.
"Yes Ma'am" Mouse managed.
He had no fight left. She had been right. He would welcome the cat's attentions after receiving Megan's. Megan stepped off of him. Laying down next to him, she looked into his tortured eyes.
Nothing was said -- nothing needed to be said. She looked at Diana, who was now licking her chops in anticipation of feeding, but would not do so until Megan allowed her to do so.
Megan lazily stroked Mouse's cock, watched with detached fascination as it engorged and hardened. She shook her head in disbelief -- men were such strange and pathetic creatures, she thought to herself. She wiggled the member enticingly, and Diana knew the invitation had been given.
Mouse didn't even stir as she took her first bite...