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“Purr, why don't you wake Kat: in a good way.”
She nodded cheerfully, and began to sneak around the randomly scattered sheets to her older sister. There was a dead silence in the room, only our breathing disturbed her, but the Purring movement could not be heard. Most likely, this was not necessary, since Kat was very deeply asleep. I came closer, (the sound of my steps muffled the thick carpet), hoping to get a good view of the scene. The purr went as if she had done such things before a thousand times. Amazingly, they could program their instincts now.
Kat lay on her side, making it difficult to access her genitals. Murry solved this problem by gently tickling her left ear. Under the influence of instinct, bisexual rolled on his back. Well, the next problem: her cock lay on her stomach, making it impossible for Purring to take it in her mouth. Kat's pussy was also visible, conveniently located between and below her balls: someday I would have to take a closer look at it. One way or another, Murlyka solved this problem by slightly breathing on the sensitive head of the penis. Kat, without waking up, arched her back, and her cock disconnected from her belly for a split second. But this was enough for Purring, who managed to take it in his mouth. She then began to process it as fast as she could, while Kat began to wake up.
I could see in Kat’s face that she was still halfway out of sleep, which proved that my past assumption of her wet dreams was true. Murly refused accuracy in favor of speed, holding the base of Kat's cock in her paw to stabilize herself, and moving her head up and down as fast as her neck muscles would allow. At such a speed, it took only ten seconds before Kat's eyes opened, and she arched her back in an orgasm, pouring her sperm into the purring mouth. Purr happily drank it, trying not to miss a drop: perhaps the girls-cats had extra-tasty sperm, but I was not going to check it. The purr liked it, and that was all that mattered.
The purr moved in the opposite direction, licking her lips to make sure she got everything to the last drop, while Kat was stretching like a cat and then got out of bed.
“Good morning, my lord,” she said simply.
The way she spoke and acted seemed to indicate a slightly more serious personality, a bit more mature. It is a bit early to draw conclusions, but there is a feeling that my unconscious classification of them as a small and big sister corresponded to the truth.
“Hardly morning, Kat: more like noon.” Are you hungry?
They both nod impatiently, and I realized that it was a very stupid question, they had never eaten in their life, and they had just participated in a very tiring lesson. Marveling at my own stupidity, I reached the toilet and took the garments I ordered for them. They arrived the day before, which was only possible due to my work at GenCorp: on the same day as I ordered the girls, I extracted the design specification for cat girls from the corporate mainframe, and used the approximate dimensions listed to order clothes
It is said that you can never tame a cat, and although genetics say that this particular cat trait is not included in cat girls, my choice in clothing for them conveyed the wildness of cats (you cannot buy something more real: , not in the legal market), they looked mostly like the most daring bikini of cavemen. A pair of primitive pieces of fabric acted as a bra, and two loincloths: thongs would be uncomfortable because of the tail. In addition, the loincloth opened up their genitals as they moved. Kat's dick would be clearly visible from behind whenever he got up.
I threw the cramped pieces of clothes to the girls, who took them with an expression of joy on their faces.I wondered if they were able to dress themselves, whether it was in their basic knowledge: after all, most people probably would not give them clothes at all. But my experience suggested that the right clothes could be more sexy than total nudity. But apparently, they were so surprised by the nature of their new robes. For a long time they did not dare to take them to wear, but when this was done, they began to pose for me like supermodels, without any instructions on my part. They showed the very secret that only the caveman could wish for: of course, it made my dick stand up. Ordering myself to calm down - I will have a lot of time to worry later - I went down the stairs, gesturing for them to follow me.
Entering the kitchen, I opened the fridge and began to look for some meat in it. To find something in my refrigerator, I needed at least a rope tightly tied outside and a mobile phone in case I needed to call the rescue team: but I made sure that I placed the bag I bought from the butcher on the front shelves, so managed to locate him without much trouble. I know that a lot of people feed their cat girls with garbage from the table or cat food, due to which they can live, but I earn quite a lot of money, so I suppose I can keep them and feed them with good meat. In addition, I have a suspicion that red, raw meat can help the development of the animal part of female cats, which would be very useful.
As I watched as they devoured raw meat, tearing it apart with powerful fangs, I remembered all the information I could gather about their creation. Being a GenCorp employee carried several more advantages than just a 10% discount, especially if you work in their computer unit. My job, as you can see, was to maintain the health of their networks. I'm not a geneticist, although I got pretty decent grades in high school, but when I work with computers, I'm not afraid to call myself an expert. And it also means that I am able to access all the information that GenCorp has, including all the material about cat girls. And my basic knowledge of genetics is good enough to understand most of the scientific material.
I learned some things that probably should not have been in print. On the one hand, the first girl-cat, which was actually finished, caused a lot of damage to some of the scientists. They conducted extreme tests to make sure that the “Lord's Voice” would work no matter how much he abused his power. The Master's Voice is a genetically-defined subconscious unit that prevents slaves from injuring their owners, and this has always worked. But during those tests, the slaves managed to break down the mental blocks, and one of the scientists was forced to spend half a month in the hospital: and if we consider the modern development of medicine, this is quite a long time. Later generations of female cats had an improved version of Host Voice, tests confirmed that they could not destroy the blocks this time. Also, special models were developed that could endure even more pain and abuse, they used even stronger blocking to make the product as safe as possible: still, despite all those guarantees, I was fairly sure that the sale of female cats had dropped a lot would be if this information were published: but I did not tell you that. In addition, I have no intention to bring my girls to the stage when they would have to break their blocks: especially after reading this material, in order to check the reliability of their mental blocks .... Read more →