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When the whisker warriors vanished without a trace panic spread through Sentinel defense solutions. The company had spent billions in research and development on the trio! Half human-half feline they were the perfect stealth and infiltration specialists. Their DNA alone was worth Billions! That's right Billions. With a B. The company could only explain away their absence for so long before their stock began to tank. Even though they were only B rank heroes they were still an immensely marketable and most importantly profitable pride of pussies.
So naturally when certain videos appeared on the dark net they had to get the PR department working overtime. They threw out the usual denials. At first outright denying their existence and cast aspersions on their legitimacy. Claim that they had already been debunked by experts. Nothing more than deep-faked footage. AI-generated nonsense. A smear campaign from their corporate competitors. That the real Warriors were in fact away under cover on a covert operation in places unknown as part of a black ops unit. The usual line of dismissal of course. The last thing they needed was for the world to learn that the fearsome felines had been totally and utterly defeated and warped beyond all recognition.
The first video released featured Cheetah-Claw. Real name Lynn Lynxstone. The video faded from black precipitously slowly to reveal the lithe blonde. She seemed utterly terrified. She sat strapped to a stainless steel chair in an otherwise totally sterile room. Her garishly gaudy cheetah print uniform stuck out like a sore thumb. Heavy chains held her in place in spite of her frenzied thrashing. Her protests only grew all the more animated as an utterly comical device was wheeled into frame. It looked like some kind of ray gun that had leapt right out of the pages of some cheesy sci-fi pulp fiction novel.
The flimsy device connected to goodness knows what via thick cords of circuitry began to glow a feint pink across the array of dishes that adorned its barrel. If one could even call it that. The sight seemed to Panic Cheetah-Claw. She rocked from side to side in desperation hoping to avoid what came next. A thick beam of bright magenta streaked through the air striking her plain in the chest. Gone was the petite and delicate gymnast in a mere instant. Video analysis showed that in the space of three whole seconds her body warped and grew into its new shape. In her stead was a ridiculously over sexed Bimbo who purported to be her. The resemblance under her bloated lips, caked on make up, sharpened cheekbones and tattered uniform that was clearly several sizes too small for her curves was uncanny. And voice analysis proved a match to boot.
The video abruptly cut to another scene. The camera slowly panned over her new body tightly crammed into some feline lingerie. She was on her knees before a stainless steel bowl with her full legal name crudely written upon it in black marker with a greedy look on her face. "Hello every-nyan! Welcome to Cheetah-claw's cum-slut confectionary! Today this stupid bimbo cock-socket is gonna show the world how much she loves her cream! So jerk your cocks lots n lots for me okay?!" She squeaked blissfully unaware of just how perverted she sounded.
A line of overly muscular men slowly gathered in a line with bulging cocks that dripped eagerly with precum. Each of them entirely nude but for their ski masks and socks. Their hands glided back and forth over their enhanced manhoods with anticipation literally dripping from their cocks. Without any semblance of mercy they face fucked the poor kitty. Her absurd gags echoed around the room as sloppy spittle spilled forth over her bodacious bust giving them a sickening sheen. Cock after cock crammed its way down her bulging throat depositing thick loads down her greedy gullet and into her belly. Whatever overflowed was deposited in the bowl with a sickening slosh. All the while their cocks pistoned back and forth until they reach completion with little care for how rough they were being with their new fucktoy. Her fat lips slipped back and forth with a certain ease that only an accomplished blowjob queen could accomplish.
Gradually the line of throbbing cocks diminished over the course of 30 minutes of nonstop throat fucking. The final cock unsheathed itself from Cheetah-claw's gullet with a guttural groan of approval. Thick strings of slop hung from her chin like frothy icicles. A quaint little burp bubbled forth from her throat earning a giggle from the fellating feline. "Wowies! So much yummy cum for this fuck-tarded bimbo cumrag! Meow! Thanks so much every-nyan for so much delicious dick snot!" Cheetah claw exclaimed to the camera as mascara trailed down her cheeks. Unfazed by the throat fucking she wiped her lipstick smeared bee stung lips and hoisted the bowl to her mouth.
Without a second thought she noisily slurped the cum from the bowl making obscene noises between her moans. The milky off-white slime slid down her throat in thick gulps that echoed around the room. Once she was finished she actually orgasmed. A thick jet of squirt sprayed from her pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gritted her fangs. Strings of drool hung from her chin. Her gloved fingers formed a V-sign with each hand. And with that signature unabashed pride proclaimed "Hrrrrng! Shanks every-nyan for watching this Bimbo kitty cum her retarded brains out slurping cum like the dick obsessed moron she ish!" as the video came to an end.