What's New, Pussy Cat?

"Cats Don't Dance"

"What's New, Pussy Cat?"

WARNING! THIS FANFIC CONTAINS HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE CONTENT, INCLUDING SADISM, MASOCHISM, BONDAGE, ABUSE, ANAL SEX, ALLILINGUS, A BIT OF ORAL SEX, AND ONE EVIL LITTLE GIRL! DO NOT READ THIS (unless you want to become an evil sadist like someone mentioned in this story) BUT IF YOU WISH TO DO YOUR BRAIN MUCH HARM, DON'T BLAME ME, AND CONTINUE READING!

(NOTE this takes place at the end of the movie and takes you on a merciless journey of what happened AFTERWARDS...)


After several minutes, the devil girl was able to free herself from the ropes that held her. Darla was now more than determined to catch that cat, and show no mercy. She was able to climb out of the dark depths, being sure she wasn't seen by anyone, especially not the people in the crowd, still cheering and overjoyed. Finally, the crowd died down, and she was able to make her move, but not before studying him. Darla had to take note that he was fond of one female feline in the group, and she the same to him, the little evil child, getting a most wicked idea. Using the rope, the girl took aim and fired, and just before the two were going to embrace for a much awaited kiss, much like a snake, the rope was the one who took the embrace, and coiled about Danny, and in a whip lash of speed, sent him spinning to and fro, until he suddenly found himself falling...downward, into a seemingly infinite abyss of darkness, until everything went black, the last thing to reach his senses, was a voice, a phrase. "Gotcha!" In that one, fatal moment, he knew, he was doomed before the world collapsed about him, as he fell into a comatose. "Wake up, kitty, kitty." An annoyingly high pitched voice purred as Danny could feel his mind returning full functionalities. "Kitty, kitty, kitty. Wakey, wakey!" Danny, could feel something poking him on his cheek, a light moan escaped his throat, and his eyes fluttered a bit, but nothing more from him. "I said...WAKE UP!" Suddenly, pain came over his face as something came to hit him, and with a lot of force! His eyes came open, and everything was blurred, blotted and a mess of colorations. The only colors he could muster were white, pink, red, and some odd circles of blue and black. After his vision made itself visible, he was most shocked at the face he happened to be staring at. It was none other than a smiling face of Darla. A high, feminine shriek came from his mouth seeing her face again. After looking around, he was able to gain enough awareness that he was at her house, and in her room. He gave a disgusted groan at this fact, then flashed back to reality. "Darla!" He yelled, squirming trying his best to get away from her, when he suddenly now realized he couldn't move his arms or legs. Gazing, he noted he was restrained to some sort of rack, a torture rack obviously, but with a seemingly innocent coating, a heart shaped torture rack, and he found that he was even bound with the shackles of love, each one, around his wrists and ankles, a heart shape, a now horrid visual for him. "So glad you could make it, Danny!" Sneered the little devil girl, wearing a most innocent, and creepy smile. "How did you..." Before he could finish, he decided that asking of how she managed to catch him was only a waste of precious air. "...Why...What do you, want with...me?" He asked with a gulp of fright, trying to gain as much confidence as he could, preparing to endure whatever torture she would inflict upon him. "Oh...I just wanted to spend...a little, time together." With that, she came close to him, until she was just about resting atop of him. "Wh...why, is that? I, I thought you, h, hated...animals." Her eyes seemed to pierce right through his core, tearing away at his senses. "Well, you know...you're my favorite!" She sneered, scratching him under his jaw, stimulating nerves. "A clumsy kitty cat...friendly, brave...and awfully, cute!" Indeed, he was, but especially now that he was restrained and well within her grasp! Danny didn't know how to respond! This must be a trick! It has to be! "Um...thanks...I, guess." He was just to kind to ignore that! "In fact, you're the cutest, most adorable one out there, next to me, of course!" The girl leaned in closer. "But, enough small talk. I have a lot of things planned out for, just the two of us." A diabolical grin came over her face, and in that one single moment, Danny knew he was in for a rough time! Little did he know how bad things would turn out!

"Y...You...do?" "Sure. In fact, why don't I just...get started right..." It seemed like everything was taking for an eternity, and time seemed to cease, until Danny felt something wet and slimy trailing over his lips. If this wasn't torture enough, a set of lips over his, and something pushed it's way through and began to explore his moist cavity. He suddenly realized that, in a horrid realization, that Darla was...kissing him, and REALLY enjoying it! He could tell by her loudened moaning. Her tongue twisting this way and that, grazing over teeth, grinding over his tongue, until she caught it in her teeth, and started to suckle upon it, nibbling, at first, very gentle, her biting increasing ferocity over time, until she pierced through the surface, and struck his oil. Danny let out as small yelp of pain as the sharp edges of her teeth sliced away at his skin, and, to his horror, found she had been drinking his vital life juices, taking in his moist salivations as if her life depended on it, like some life saving medicine she couldn't live without, all at the expense of another, trying her best to get every drop. After about a minute, she released from within him, but he knew she was far from satisfied, he could sense it! "...now." She finished, taking time to rub him over his head. "Wh...what, was that, about?" Asked a rather winded Danny. "Oh! I guess, I got a little, excited." Darla lied, savoring her next move. She suddenly attacked his face with another soiled kiss, being sure to get her hands all over him, tickling, teasing, taunting. Though no where near as long as before, her kiss lasted for what seemed to be longer, so much longer than her last, as she continued to assault his nerves with her finger tips. "Danny! You're...so...warm!" The devil with the pink bow sneered between kisses. Danny couldn't say anything. Indeed, he was warm, he could feel his temperature going up. The only thing worse than being restrained in a room full of taboo hearts with a murderous demon child, was the fact, that he actually was enjoying every moment of it! "Now we're going to have some fun, Danny!" She was going through one of her dressers, her robe she had lifted to avoid stumbling and coming to a fall, when he suddenly caught visual of her bare underside, and a very good visual at that! Darla blushed as she could tell he had peeked, and this only made her efforts of shuffling even greater. She knew she would in for a very good show.

She finally turned around, revealing something to him, but only for a brief instant, not even his cat like, or, shall we say, exactly his cat reflexes could catch what it was. "D...Darla...what is, th, that?" She could already tell he was breaking into a sweat. "Now Danny. Don't try and rush things. Making a movie is, very, very hard..." Using her fingers along his jaw, she was able to get him to look right into a camera, obviously her own, due to it's heart design and pink colorations. He had been so in tune with everything else he hadn't even noticed it. "...you don't want to try and get things done as fast as you can. You've got to, be slow and steady." As if to be put in some sort of trance, he couldn't take his eyes off of hers, and barely even noticed when her hands began working the buttons on his shirt. She was only at her last two when Danny felt a rush of heat come over his torso as Darla came close, her heat seeming to burn away at his very flesh, leaving a permanent scar as she ripped it off of his trembling body. The devil in the pink bow could see how her captive seemed to be, at least, somewhat liking this, but that needed to change, and fast! This had to be torture! "You like, Danny?" The wicked girl sneered, now grazing over his tummy fur with the tips of her razor sharp nails. Danny, she noted, gave a flinch at even the slightest of her contact, and decided to speed the action up a bit. Now, using full force, she dug in her nails, pinching and scratching upon his stomach, which she could tell was getting quite warm, and well to her liking! Danny let out occasional yelps of pain, but he tried as best he could to stifle them. He didn't want to give Darla the satisfaction of knowing how much she had been hurting him, but Darla was no dumb child! She had been getting her fair dose of satisfaction just dragging him to her domain, and she was in for a severe overdose very soon. Finally, she came across two small lobes of flesh upon his furry chest, and her face went a dulled shade of pink, her lips curling into an awful grin, Danny now started to sweat. Using her finger tips, she found the nerves, tapping each one, ever, so slightly, until she dove in, rolling the two in her fingers, giving him a slight scratch and poke every now and again. Danny was now biting hard upon his lower lip, breathing heavy through his nose trying not to alert her new slightly lustful side. Now avail for poor Danny! "Nice Danny. Good kitty!" Darla whispered continuing her assault to his flesh. "What more could she do to me?' Danny thought. Then, just after he thought it, he was doomed! Things could now only go from worse, to far worse!

"D...Darla...s, stop!" Danny stuttered through slight whimpers. "Oh, don't worry about that! I've just got started...and we're not stopping...for anything!" She couldn't stop now! Danny was actually liking this treatment, and she just couldn't pass it up. Down, down she drew her nails, until Danny began to feel uncomfortable of where they were heading. However, a faint moan escaped his throat, and Darla was quick to react. "Danny...you, you...actually...like this, don't you?" Darla questioned with a cruel grin, as an evil idea began to sprout in her head, and Danny could feel a set of fingers, tugging teasingly upon his pants. Danny now began to thrash his head about, trying to look as miserable as possible. Darla was not easily fooled! "Good...more fun for me!" She pulled something out that was attached to the bottom of the rack. Despite its pink color and heart shaped tip, Danny could clearly make out that it was some sort of stage prop, it appeared to be part of a bow and arrow set, the bow, no where in range. If only there was some way he could escape, he could use it on her for defense. Surprisingly, he, actually didn't want to! He was torn in two! One side of him longed to run away and never look back, but another part of him couldn't get enough attention! Danny was most shocked and horrified of just how good she seemed to him now at this moment, her shimmering blue eyes, a piece of heaven, that golden hair, neatly curled and flowing, not even the bits of soot and ash could tear away the perfection, her soft skin, making even the softest of baby skin transform into a brutal combination of sand paper and rubbing alcohol, her legs, oh how he just couldn't take his eyes off of them, and her voice, that not even that one white female feline could hope to hold and candle to! It was torture, pure, utter, raw torture! What made it even worse all began when he felt a warm heat griping at his lower torso, and she was now atop of him, resting herself against his body, sizing him up, getting a feel for him, running her fingers over his head fur, gazing into his awestruck eyes. She leaned into him, giving him another kiss, and wasn't at all surprised when she felt a slight pressure upon her stomach, Danny catching a flash, a shining glare in the eyes of the feminine devil above him, razor sharp glee flooded through her eyes. He was...actually...aroused! Darla gave a diabolical giggle, squirming atop of her captive, Danny holding back a moan of pleasure, the edges of her dress acting like blades of a feather to his pleasure spots, stimulations, longing, urges. It wasn't until now that Danny noticed what she was wearing. A robe, light purple, laced with the dreaded color of pink, the delicate fur of many minks, rubbing against him, so soothing, it seemed to burn his flesh. Darla grinned menacingly down upon him, and finally showing him her surprise from the dresser. Darla saw his face go green, the sight of the object, most horrid. A long bit of rubber, pink in color, a band looping around, but what was most disgusting, was the clasp, pink, and in the shape of a heart, now, not a method of expressing love, but, a taboo of many sorts. Danny suddenly found himself in the air, and back down again, only this time, he had been sprawled out upon his frontal side, and discovered that, somehow, Darla had managed to remove his lower clothing. Now he was completely nude, his face going a blood red, Darla could even see it from under his fur, and his heart began to race. He knew what she was going to do to him, however, what was worse than being kidnapped and turned into a slave by your arch enemy, and one so much younger than himself, not knowing what type of hideous, horrible, life scarring, mind altering tortures...was, the sheer utter fact that...he was enjoying it.

Danny suddenly felt something touching his tail, and realized Darla was tugging upon it. Running her fingers across it's length, she thought up a hideous concept. "Alright, Danny. Now the fun will officially begin!" Danny had to take note that something was off in her voice. He almost had to break his neck trying to see what she was doing, but all he could see was her face. He realized he had been placed in an odd position, hind quarters high in the air, and got a bad feeling from her grinning. Suddenly, he felt something wet and slimy over his tail, and increasing in it's moisture. He figured she had been suckling upon it, but everything changed when he heard something, a shuddering whimper of some kind, weak and feeble, yet laced with tension, strain and excitement. He now got an idea of what she had been doing, but rationalized the thought immediately. Hardly did he get anywhere on his train of thought when the sound returned, louder, more of a high pitched moan, smeared with joyous tension. Looking back, he fully understood she hadn't been sucking on his tail, but rubbing herself between her legs. Face a nice rose in color, her movements began to quicken, she now beginning to cause him pain with each thrust. "D...Darla...please...don't!" Danny whimpered, now fully conscious to the fact that he had been enjoying this almost as much as she was, his face a ruby red. "O...oh, D, Danny! S, so...quick, to g...get, to the...point!" The sadist in the pink robe whimpered, tugging on his tail some more, causing Danny to release small yelps of shooting pain. He heard a noise, some sort of clicking sound, and felt something rubbing against his vortex. He knew what it was, and had to shake his head to get the thoughts out. Harder, it pressed, then pressure ceased. Danny shuddered at the idea of hard rubber chafing him raw from inside out, Danny was in such a panicked state he hardly even noticed the wet article of flesh running over his lower tail, and barely even flinched when she ran over his sewer pipe, until the second time. Danny let out a rather loud gasp. "Oh Danny. Did I hurt you?" Sneered a voice, most sarcastic. Danny stifled a moan of pleasure as she dove for him again, this time, letting her wet slab of lubricated flesh slip inside into his digestive track. Danny couldn't help but to release a feminine yelp at the sensation of tongue inside of his intestines, making things worse, he almost liked the feeling. Danny shuddered knowing what she had been doing to him, and Darla was swift to react, making another dive, and plunging into him, hard. Danny felt all of the blood rush to his head at the whipping of her tongue, now, fast and furious, in and out. He heard Darla giggle a bit then found her tongue deep inside of his dark interior, this time, being sure to whip around, soaking his inner walls with her saliva. This time Danny couldn't help but let a faint moan get away from him, his legs twitching a bit, tail going slightly erect. "You like this...don't you Danny?" Sneered the sadist, slamming her tongue deep within him. He tried. He tried with all of his might, but it was of no use. A rather loud groan leaped from his throat, ears and eyes filling with blood, he could feel the blood vessels in his eyes swell, his flesh crawling. Darla proceeded, slamming her tongue deep within, licking him out, when she hit something that made the captive groan louder. It was a small barrier, but Darla knew she had been hitting him on his prostate glands, she laughed a bit, and continued with her assault to his prostate area, Danny, almost unable to control himself in pleasure.

Finally, she withdrew herself, and this was almost a displeasure for the suffering captive. "Da...Darla...why...why did you..." Luckily, he had no time to finish, and a sickening noise struck him on the ears, loud, wet and hissing, like a starved child to a lollipop. Darla suddenly slammed something into him, hard, yet slick with saliva, then, pulled out, and hitting him again. Danny knew immediately what happened, and tried his best to hide his moans, but Darla had her mind set. "Danny! Your, so...TIGHT!" The demon above shrieked, her scream hurting his ears. She too began moaning, most erotic and strained, calling his name out every so often, Danny breaking into a sweat. Eventually, he couldn't stand anymore, and let her have it as he let out a moan. Darla was most surprised however when she heard him. "D, Dar...Darla!" The cat groaned, tears building in his eyes from all the pleasing sensations, his fur going erect in response. Darla merely smiled to herself, hearing her name being called in such a seductive manner, and with such submission! Her face grew red, and a high pitched giggle came from her throat. She gave to him much harder, thrusting as hard as she could, calling his name louder. "Danny! Danny! You like this! You like this don't you? Darla knows you like it!" Finally, the yarn broke the cat's back, and he couldn't bare this torture any longer. "Dar...la!" He called in a rather squeaky feminine voice. "Danny." Sighed the awful child, thrusting harder, finally hitting him on his bare glad, sensitive and longing for attention. "Oh Darla! Darla! Darla! Yes! Yes Darla!" These fateful words caused the female only to cause him further agony, she slamming even harder, until he could feel her legs brushing against his tender flesh, her fluffy robe tickling him, to the point of utter torture, her nails digging into his backside, assaulting the nerves of his flesh, making his hair stand up a bit more. "Danny! Oh Danny! You're such a horny slut! Yes you are!" She cried, realizing this taboo fetish was actually turning him on, even from beyond his orange fur she could make out red face, fur becoming slightly matted from his overactive aroused sweat glands. "Darla! You are...you, are...the slutty...OH YES! That's it! HARDER! HARDER DARLA!" He couldn't tear himself away from that feeling of salivated rubber stroking his prostate areas, it was a blissful torture, he couldn't even finish his sentence due to the overwhelming torture. Danny was now groaning much louder now, to the point of yelling, and finally, he couldn't stand anymore. "Darla! GOD DARLA! You're...just...SO GOOD AT THIS!" He could hear her grunting several times, trying to fill him up as best as she could, he could even make out the droplets of her sweat landing on his stimulated fur twitching with every lightest touch of salty liquid. "DARLA! I...THINK....I'M, GOING...TO..." If only he had the time to finish but Darla had beaten him to it. She let out a high shrieking wail, and suddenly, Danny felt some sort of liquid coating his under side, Darla screaming like mad on top of him, thrusting into him as fast as her muscles would allow, spraying everywhere, her cries swirling in the room, in his ears like an acidic lava, he thought they might explode from her rapture, his fur standing up on end, until he feared he might just have all of his hair roots forced out! Danny yelled along, and finally released, but it wasn't anywhere near as powerful of an experience as what Darla had gone through, he knew it! The worst of all, was he yearned for her to let him experience it.

Finally, she withdrew and even lapped up with sticky mess, Danny giggling a bit feeling her tongue brush over his bare bottom. "Darla...yes. More! More like that Darla!" "Kitty like?" Danny couldn't lie, not after that fit he had! "Y, yes...I, I do!" Suddenly, a sharp pain struck his hind quarters, as she gave him a slap. Danny released a cry of pain, but oddly enough, he liked it, more than the pleasure! It wasn't pleasurable, and that's how he liked it, and at this time he needed it! The only thing more painful than a harsh slap on the rump and nails to along, was the feeling of being torn in two, strung out until ripped apart, the uncontrollable enjoyment of unshackled pleasure. He surely hoped she would be cruel to him, and she was! He longed to plead her for more, but, he knew if she found out he was enjoying this harsh treatment, she would give to him the opposite. She was the mastermind of torture after all! Danny could feel her hand leaving it's mark, nails cutting like blades, and the bruises, laying themselves in heart shaped marks as she pounded his tender behind with her stage prop. Smack after smack, until his underside was a good shade of black, red and purple, a few good sized blisters housed themselves upon his cheeks. Danny was now crying out with each blow, sobbing like a starved baby upon her lightest touch. Finally, the pain ceased, and the only noise in the room was Danny, sniffling and drawing in faint breaths, weeping softly, resting his head against the rack. However, Darla heard another noise, quiet and pulsing. Darla could make out he had been purring! "So...are you liking this, Mr. pussy cat?" Danny reluctant to answer, but his muscles gave in to his desire, and he gave her a weak nod, as well as a faint grin. "Well, this supposed to be torture! I can't have you enjoying this!" Despite his quite obvious sobbing, he wasn't crying from the pain of being slapped so many times, to the point of boiling skin, but it was the mere fact he had enjoyed what she had done to him. His sobs only increased as he felt her licking his bruised and blistered tail end, the pleasure, a pain more painful than pain itself, silencing his pleasant guttural purrs. "Good kitty...very good kitty!" Danny found himself in the air again, and back in his original position, his mind so fluid by fear, he couldn't even think of a way to fight back. Darla was drawn to something, it was pink, her favorite shade of red, with one small globe of a white creamy substance. She went in for the kill, as if his throbbing member were a spoonful of ice cream, and all Danny could do was moan at the single flick of her tongue, Darla even grazing her teeth over his throbbing appendage, Danny twitching like some tortured insect at her feet, his optical waters flooding over his face, even more so than during that harsh beating.

"Darla! Don't stop...please!" His voice was almost a squeak, crackling and raspy, his eyes drifting to the back of his head at her contact. Danny hadn't realized just how lustful she was, even after all of what she had done to him, when suddenly, she whipped off her robe, the blush fleeing from her face, and, as if by magic, she was glowing figure, much, an angel from heaven, her bare body, a radiance of pink and white, as if all of the pink in the room were to be given off by her own self. "So...Danny. How do I look?" "Like...an angel." That was Danny could muster, she, shimmering so bright, she had squint just to see her, and he could just barely tell when she ran her hand between her legs, the only way he truly could tell, was by a quite obvious shriek of a moan. "Want some of this Danny boy?" She asked in a rather shaking voice, finding her arousal once more. "G...God yes...you bet...I do!" it in that instant where he made is biggest mistake. With that, she lunged at him, and he was so shocked by the pain of her nails digging into his legs, he barely even noticed once she had mounted him until she gave him a good thrust. Danny even screamed at the pleasure it was so intense. She gave to him another, and he gave to her another loud scream. Looks like...someone...is really...enjoying this!" Shouted the sadist between violent movements, every single one, making Danny's inner being wail with agony. "Oh...I am...Darla! I sure...am!" Cried Danny between rather mouse like wails. "Big and loud...Danny! Big...and loud! You had better...make it...big and loud!" Darla shouted to him, giving him even greater thrusts. By this point, Danny couldn't even say a word. The agonizing pleasure rendered him completely incapable of speech, not even to save his own life. Danny hadn't even noticed, but he had been returning her thrusts, getting his body as high off of the rack as he could, not for his own sake, but for the one in control. "Danny! Oh Danny! You are...so...HOT!" By this point her face was blood red, and Danny could see the beads of sweat landing on him. Danny was now crying like a baby, sobbing uncontrollably at her lightest motion, and he could tell he was about to cave in. "Yes! Yes Danny! YES! You...love...my...pussycat...don't you? Darla knows...how you...like it!" Finally, he couldn't stand the torture any longer, and gave to her what she wanted. With his loudest scream, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he was sent into a violent fit of a temper tantrum, as he gave to her way, and implanted himself into her wet interior. Darla screamed at the feeling of his creamy hot substance flooding her inside out, the sound of her voice burning inside his ears, and only causing him further pain, increasing his pleasure, and sending him vibrating inside of the shrieking demon, as she began to claw at him. Something wet fell over Danny's entire body, and he didn't even know that Darla had gripped him and pulled his body out of place for a bite to his neck. Danny groaning and screaming as her teeth set in, to the point of inviting blood to the surface, little could he feel the bones and joints in his arms split out of place.

Finally, after about 10 seconds, she let him down to rest. "D...Dar...la." The half dead cat sighed, throat sore from all of the screaming, trembling at his slightest breath. "Yes...Danny?" Sneered the clearly dominant underage girl, stroking and licking his manhood, preserving his suffering. "I...I can't, I can't feel my arms." "Awwww." Whined the girl, not in the least sympathetic. "I did I hurt the kitty?" "Darla...Darla! I need...I need your help." "Oh! You need, my help?" Darla was most flattered, despite the fact she had purposefully done this. "Y, yes...Darla. It...it hurts, to move." Despite this, he kept squirming against the rack, trying to put himself through as much pain as possible to turn himself away from his still sensitive and stimulated center. "Oh Danny! Silly cat!" She came to his level and maliciously proceeded to lap away her internal fluids upon his face, even lapping away the streaks of tears rolling down his face, getting her tongue up his nose, just for some good measure before finally releasing him, in which, he collapsed to the ground, panting, still sweating, the room spinning around him. His arms hurt, in several different places, at their connective spots, he realized they were torn out of place, and now, he couldn't do anything to defend himself. There was only one thing left to do. "Darla." The cat whispered, hushed, faint and highly submissive. "If...if you help me...I'll...I'll do anything, you wish." "Did I hear, anything?" Sneered the sadist child, resting her finger under his chin and lifting his weak and pounding head. The sight of her face only gave to his headache worse affliction. "Yes. Yes! Anything yes! Bathe you, bring you food, grovel at your feet...anything, Darla! Anything!" Darla needed no further command, but she longed for him to say something, something she knew would make him her permanent slave. "Replace Max!" Danny drew in a deep breath, and held it. He knew this was his last chance to breathe the clean fresh air of freedom. His face turned red, then faded to a dull blue, his head spinning once again, lungs aching for release, and finally, gave into his bodily demands. "Okay. You win. From th, this moment forward...I...I'm...your slave." He refused to look at her, such a face of an angelic demon, he knew, in that one precious moment, all of his will, power, and very existence was now claimed by a child, one so much younger than he, and that now, he would even lay down his life to serve his master, ruler, his slave owner. "Say that again, and this time, eye contact." Danny opened his aching eyes, and proceeded to stare her, eye into eye. "I'm...your..." The moments ceased, all time stood still, he could feel his heart pounding painfully against his ribs, and he knew he was going into a break down. A break down of self, freedom, will, and love. Despite his horror of the fact, and his eyes filling with salty waters, he gave to her a smile, and tears, tears of such humiliation and submission, they could only be described on one word...joy. "I'm your slave, Darla! I'm your slave."