The warehouse loomed in the distance, a hulking mass of rust and decay. It was the perfect place for a little game, and the tomboy couldn't wait to get started. She had been tracking her prey for days, and now, finally, she had him in her sights.
She strode towards the warehouse, her boots crunching on the gravel beneath her feet. Her short hair was windswept, and her muscular build was evident even beneath her baggy clothes. She was a force to be reckoned with, and she knew it.
As she approached the warehouse, she spotted him. The catboy, a young, adorable creature with cat ears and a fluffy tail, was cowering in the corner. He looked up at her with wide, frightened eyes, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" she taunted, approaching him playfully. "A little kitty all alone?"
The catboy whimpered, trying to make himself as small as possible. "Please, lady, I don't want any trouble."
The tomboy's laughter echoed through the warehouse. "Oh, but trouble is what I'm looking for. And I think you're just the one to give it to me."
She reached out, grabbing the catboy by the scruff of his neck and pulling him to his feet. He yelped, struggling against her grip.
"Let me go! You're hurting me!"
The tomboy tightened her hold, grinning. "That's the idea, sweetheart. Now, let's see how long you can last."
She began to pummel the catboy, her fists flying as he cried out in pain. Despite himself, the catboy felt a strange thrill coursing through him. He had never been with a woman like this before, so strong and dominant.
The tomboy noticed the bulge in the catboy's pants and laughed. "Well, well, someone's enjoying this more than they let on."
She continued to beat the catboy, her blows growing harder and more insistent. The catboy's cries became screams, and still, the tomboy didn't stop.
Finally, she decided to take it to the next level. She grabbed the catboy by the waist, lifting him off the ground. She sat down on his face, her bare ass pressing down on his skull as she cut off his air supply.
The catboy's struggles became weaker and weaker, until finally, he went limp. The tomboy stood up, looking down at the unconscious catboy with a satisfied smirk.
"Well, that was fun. Maybe we'll do it again sometime."
She turned and walked away, leaving the catboy crumpled on the floor. She knew he would be back for more, and she couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her next time.
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