...but before she could get a breath, she felt a firm hand press against the back of her head, locking her in place. First, for a fraction of a second, confusion had her. Then panic set in. She pulled frantically at the Cat's hand, as she tried her best to cry for help. Of course, her weak tugs did nothing, and her cries for help were barely audible, muffled by the ass pressed over her nose and mouth.



"You know," she heard the Cat say softly, "we really were gonna let you live. But then you got down on your knees right in front of her... you even put your face in her butt by yourself... You didn't really expect us to give up that kind of chance, right? I mean, how often does the mouse just climb right into the cat's mouth?"