I sauntered over to the machine, my boots clicking against the floor. “Move aside, kitten,” I growled, towering over him. He looked up at me with wide, scared eyes, but he did as he was told. I smirked as I saw him flinch at my touch. He was so fragile.
I grabbed the controls, my grip tightening as I heard the catboy’s squeaks of protest. I laughed as I lifted the claw, watching as the catboy’s eyes followed the mechanical arm. “You think you can do better, kitten?” I taunted, dropping the claw with a satisfying crunch.
The catboy’s eyes filled with tears as I chuckled, “Better luck next time, kitten.” I could feel the heat rising in me as I continued to torment him, my punches and kicks landing with a satisfying thud. I could hear his cries and begs, but I was too lost in the thrill of the chase.
I threw him to the ground, my breathing heavy as I straddled his chest. I could feel his heart racing beneath me, the fear and adrenaline fueling my arousal. I leaned down, my face close to his. “You’re mine now, kitten,” I whispered, before sitting down on his soft, squishy face.
The crunching noises and asphyxiating cries only made me hotter as I grind down on him, claiming my victory. “Do you yield, kitten?” I asked, my voice husky with desire. He nodded weakly, and I stood up, offering him my hand. “Good boy,” I said, helping him to his feet.
“Again?” he asked, his eyes still filled with tears. I smiled, “Of course, kitten. As long as you’re willing to play, I’ll keep winning.” And with that, we returned to the claw machine, ready for another round of playful torment and pleasure.
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