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“Hey! Do you think this is going to keep me here, huh?”
Juniper cursed and thrashed, the skunk twisting, or at least trying to, where she was trussed up on the table. In fact, Juniper had never been bound that roughly very, coarse rope rubbing her wrists and ankles raw, though her arms had been yanked up unceremoniously over her head. The cold hardness of the metal table under her back bore up against her crudely, as if reminding her of what a predicament she was in.
As if she could forget. Her nudity clashed with the casual, almost workmanlike attire of Marian. The lioness smirked and flicked her brown tail, hair coming down the back of her neck where it was cropped close to her skin. It was almost a more traditionally masculine presentation that, at times, had reminded Juniper of a male lion’s mane. She’d even mocked the lioness for it before, when they’d been fighting, but, well…even Juniper could go too far.
“Oh, you can squawk as much as you like, it’s not going to help you,” Marian laughed, for it was her time to be in charge, to tower over Juniper. “A vigilante… Did you think you were original?”
She laughed and shook her head while Juniper snarled through gritted teeth. She ached to clamp her legs closed and at least hide her exposed sex from view, but that somehow didn’t even seem to be Marian’s focus. Her clothes were the sort of things that could have been found, maybe, from someone working in engineering: tucked in around the waist but otherwise a loose, more comfortable fit. The goggles pushed up on Marian’s head, however, did not infuse Juniper with confidence.
The damn cat’s up to something…
But Juniper was hardly in a position to do anything about it as the lioness stalked around her, contemptuously eyeing up the skunk surreptitiously testing the metal rings she was tied to on the table. A harsh, bright light shone down on her and Marian licked her lips. Revenge sure was sweet!
“How about we get something of a reaction from you now, hm?”
Marian mocked, laying a finger up against the side of her chin and lower jaw, her paw folding underneath. The skunk glowered at her, though the lioness was not a fool either: she would not have the vigilante for long. They may have thought her as nothing more than a common criminal, someone to be brought to rights and set to justice, but Marian had more technical know-how than the whole lot of city employees!
And it was explosives, technically, that were her speciality.
She played with the firecrackers from the side counter, bouncing them lightly from paw to paw.
“Let’s see how much you can take, huh, skunky?” She teased. “Don’t worry, this is just going to be humiliating. For you, not me.”
Marian smirked smugly, her tail flicking behind her, though the lioness had already caught her prey. Now, it was merely down to her to enjoy it as she tossed the firecracker, landing on Juniper’s right nipple.
“Agh!”
Juniper flinched, but there were nowhere to twist away to as the firecracker went off with a snap and a crackle. A blast of heat washed over her breast as the skunk quailed, but any pain simmered down a few moments later.
“Unff… You’re a sick thing…”
“Thing?” Marian put a paw to her chest, rounded ears slanting back, pretending to be wounded by the comment. “Aw, you can do better than that. What’s wrong, cat got your tongue now you’re the mouse?”
It was not the best taunt the lioness could have come up with by far and Juniper’s lips parted to spew exactly what she thought of the feline.
Marian, shamefully, was too quick for her. A flick of her paw had more firecrackers fired at her, though the lion’s skill was unparalleled. Juniper let out a fearful howl that might have torn at the lion’s heartstrings – if she’d had a heart.
Snap!
The crackle of the firecrackers going off, both at once, burned through the skunk, though no harm came to her, even as she quaked. She hissed through her teeth as a wave of heat seared through her tits, the feel of being so utterly helpless clawing its way into her veins. And then it was gone, fading as if the firecrackers were specially designed for Marian’s twisted kind of play.
Maybe they were. Maybe Marian had set up the whole thing so she could humiliate the skunk, bending into her own vile brand of humiliation and sadism.
Juniper, frankly, didn’t know how lucky she was. Not as the lion let out a cackle, pressing her hands together and spinning around.
“Ohhhh, you should see the look on your face!” She crowed. “So weak… Get off my tail, hero, and we won’t have a problem. But you’re the one who had to go and make everything a problem, weren’t you?”
She leaned over the skunk with a feral grin, showing her teeth, brushing the remains of the firecrackers from Juniper’s body. Her fingers flicked over Juniper’s tits and the skunk forced down a shudder, even though she was unable to hold Marian’s gaze.
Explosives were fun. That was what got Marian into “trouble” so much – but that was really because the powers that were in the city didn’t know how to have a good time, or how to let other folks have a good time. Her underground lab wouldn’t come to any harm from her fun down there, but she ached to bring her explosives into the light, to set the sky on fire with flares and bangs, to let everyone know exactly who she was.
“Let’s see how you handle this…if at all…”
Juniper screwed up her nose at the mockery, silencing herself. She wouldn’t give the lioness the satisfaction, no. She’d stay quiet, not allow her to do anything more to her. But what could she fight back against when the lioness was letting loose a deranged little giggle?
The lioness rested a bomb between the skunk’s boobs, squeezing them together around the explosive, which almost looked more cartoony than something that could cause any serious damage. Yet Juniper knew not to think less of Marian as she tensed, the fuse on the bomb fizzling as it worked its way down and then –
BOOM!
The blast bounced off her eardrums as her mouth gaped, letting her ears pop even as her head rang. Yet the blast was not as fearsome as she’d expected even as an intense wave of heat pushed over her tits, her flesh rippling, as if in slow motion, as the bomb exploded. Her skin remained unburned and there was only a flash of pain, fading a moment later as her body sizzled with harmless heat.
“Agh… You…” She panted, wishing she wasn’t revealing so much to Marian, who chuckled and laced her fingers together, pretending to listen carefully. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t…”
“Oh, but I can.”
Marian’s voice wound around Juniper silkily as she pulled away, though there was nowhere for her to go. She rubbed her fingers together as she chose her next bomb: a slender contraption with a timer on the end. Of course, said timer would be obliterated in the resulting blast – but Juniper really might get a “kick” out of it.
Juniper’s chest heaved for breath, her skin still tingling, as she watched the lion put it together, even down to the cord that sent instruction to detonate from the strapped-on timer to the bomb itself. The long stick was something like a stick of dynamite and Juniper shook her head, gritting her teeth as Marian approached. That was the only thing stopping her from crying out or even letting something way more embarrassing slip between her lips. But she wouldn’t let the damn cat have the satisfaction!
With her legs spread, she couldn’t defend herself as the lioness neatly lubed up the end with a spot of oil-based lubricant.
“Amazing what has multi-purposes these days,” Marian taunted, tapping the side of her nose smugly. “But this is just to put a rat like you in your place. You’re never going to come after me again with these bone-shaking explosions!”
She trembled, enjoying the thrill of it all as she slid the slick end of the bomb into Juniper’s pussy. The skunk shuddered but it wasn’t from pleasure. It was never intended to be, even though the skunk’s body had responded to her manipulations, knowing more, apparently, about a femfur’s body than even Juniper did her own. Juniper groaned, turning her head away as heat crawled down her neck, humiliation finding a home deep in her stomach where it curled around the core of her being.
It would not be evaded there, churning and sickening, as the timer on the bomb counted down, wedged deep into her pussy. It was not so wide that it was painful to her, but it most certainly was not comfortable in the slightest. But the beeps counted down until the blast hit her ears, the skunk realising a moment too late that the pain was coming.
It lanced through her as if she’d been spanked in the pussy, yet the pain raced, searing with a bite to it that had her heart hammering. Despite the pain, there was no harm to her body, even as her flesh rippled out from the blast, heat pouring over her. It came in a devouring wave that sank into her body and the skunk couldn’t stop herself from letting out a wailing cry, forgetting herself in a moment that had her fearing, sincerely, for just a moment.
And then it simmered down again, leaving Juniper heaving and panting, her lips moving as she muttered a stream of curses at the lioness. Marian, however, was unaffected, a skip in her step as she got the last bomb she planned to use on the skunk. At least, for the time being. She was a villain, kind of, but she was just teaching the skunk a lesson, showing her, quite clearly, she was not to be messed with.
“You won’t interfere in my plans again, skunky,” she hissed through her teeth, eyes taking on a more deranged gleam as she fed another thicker stick of dynamite into Juniper’s pussy and rested a timed bomb between her boobs. “Remember this moment, when you think you can ever stand up against me again.”
“Get off!”
Juniper snarled, the whites of her eyes showing as fear got the best of her, the sizzling of the bomb fuses working their way down making her heart beat furiously. She gasped the moment they went off, ears ringing and aching from the blast, though there was no evading it. Her muscles burned as the heat seared through her again, seeming to dig even deeper into her body that time, all in a reminder of exactly what Marian could choose to do to her. The lioness’ laugh lingered in the background while she took in her unwilling, forced submissive, tongue sweeping across her upper lip as she took obvious pleasure from Juniper’s tear.
“Guh!”
Juniper let out a raw, animalistic cry as her body bucked, the two blasts spiking her pain, the sharp stab of them enough to have her vision wavering around the edges, but only for a moment. Then it became more manageable, even though it felt like there were claws of heat sinking into every part of her body, her sex oddly empty despite the thicker explosive that had been unceremoniously wedged in there only a short while ago. She gasped for air, though her chest was tight, and the lion’s eyes never once left her heaving body.
“Learn your place…”
She shivered. Maybe that was a good idea, maybe she should never have gone after Marian. For the lioness, clearly, had more to her than what Juniper had given her credit for and the skunk was left paying the price.
With the heat dying down in her, fur soaked in her own sweat, the skunk vowed, however, to get revenge. For the game had been set and, once they’d clashed, she couldn’t just leave Marian to her wicked ways.
I’ll get you yet.
A rivalry, after all, could not simply be blasted away.