The Leopards Lunch
by PREY ITEM
Megan's leopard gets to eat.


    Megan couldn't believe her good luck. She had just left her 
house that evening at around eight to go hunting, and there on 
the side of the road hitchhiking was the prey she was looking 
for. She stopped the car and opened the passenger door inviting him 
in. In the light of the interior she could see him more clearly. A 
young man, perhaps 20-23 years old, hair short cropped, blue eyes 
and a clean shaven face. He had apparently just left work, as he was 
still in uniform. Looked like a retail store outfit of some sort.  
Yes, he would fulfill her needs perfectly. He gave her a suprised 
look when he saw who it was that had given him a lift. It was also 
obvious that her excellent looks were not lost on him. Megan had 
dressed appropriately for tonights hunt; a fine black knee length 
dress, tastefully accented with spiked heels and the finest of 
nylons. The dress was slit up the side revealing much of her 
shapely right thigh. Very simple but extremely effective bait for the 
capture. He sat there with his mouth agape staring at her and looking 
rather ridiculous doing so.
      "You gonna sit there catching flies cowboy, or are you gonna 
tell me where your headed?" she said with a genuinely warm smile on 
her face.
    "Sorry.....uhhh..I'm just headed home. If you can get me 
to Rt. 23, I can walk the rest." he said while his face started to 
get warm from the embaressment he felt. Megan put the car in 
gear and headed down the road which led directly toward Rt. 23 about 
12 miles away.
    "OK, no problem. I can get you to 23, but I have to run some 
errands first. Do you mind?"  Megan said, still smiling.
     "Uh, no not a problem....I'm not in a rush." he said quietly     
     They drove on for a few minutes in silence and then Megan 
decided to break the ice a little and started a conversation. She 
always liked to know who it was she was dealing with before revealing 
her true motives.
    "So, whats your name?", she asked sounding genuinely interested.  
    "Mike....but my freinds, they call me....uh....ah, nevermind. 
Mike is fine.
    " You were about to tell me your nickname...c'mon and 
tell me what it is. I promise I won't laugh.
     "Well, it's" he paused smiling not sure if he should tell her, 
but then, "it's  Mouse" he said sheepishly.
      She laughed. "How did you end up with that kinda nickname??"    
      "I knew you would laugh" he said, but seemed to relax a little. 
She seemed nice enough. Hell, he might even get to score with her he 
thought to himself....though he doubted it.
     "I don't know. I think someone called me Mickey once instead of 
Mike, you know, like Mickey Mouse, and it just stuck I guess. Now 
everyone just calls me Mouse." he explained.
   "Well, Mouse should be appropriate for tonight" she said, and her 
smile faded as she studied him for a reaction. She loved to toy with 
her prey...just as her pet would do tonight. Mouse gave her a 
confused glance, he wasn't sure he understood her correctly and just 
let the comment pass. They drove on for a few more minutes and then 
Megan turned right to head towards home, her cargo safely in tow.   
    "Ma'am? I believe 23 was back that way....we didn't need to turn 
there." Mouse said.
    "I know, I have to stop by my house to pick up 
a few things before I go out. I was on my home when I saw you. It'll 
just take a minute." she said, lying. When they reached her house, 
Megan put the car in park and looked over at her prize with an 
appraising eye. Yes, he would do just fine for the nights 
entertainment she thought smiling. It was becoming difficult to 
contain her anticipation.
      "Why don't you come on in with me and have a beer while I get 
my things together?" she said as warmly as she could muster.    
    "Sure! That'd be great." Like most guys his age, Mouse was 
begining to think maybe he would get lucky tonight after all. She was 
inviting him in to her house right? She must want sex he thought to 
himself.
     Once inside, Megan went to the kitchen and brought out a 
Coors Light for her guest, told him to have a seat and then excused 
herself to get her things.
    Mouse was in awe. The house was absolutly huge! Everything was 
kept impeccably clean and the room gave off an aura of tasteful 
decoration. As he looked around the room he began to notice some of 
the paintings on the wall. One pictured a leopard in the 
forest in the process of consuming a pig..... a boar. The leopard 
was depicted in the process of  eating the boars testicles. The pig 
appeared to be struggling as the cat did so. Mouse shivered 
involuntarily. Another showed a leopard holding a bound man by the 
throat choking the life from him while the shadow of a woman fell 
over his body. But the third painting simply took his breath away. 
It showed a woman, in fact, it showed _her_ posing with a leopard 
next to her. The woman in the picture had her arm draped across the 
big-cats neck and the leopard was leaning against her affectionately. 
What caused him to gasp was the fact there was the mutilated 
carcass of a man in front of both of them. The man had been 
gutted....eaten. Nothing remained of his body but his head,  
some sprung ribs, and shreds of flesh hanging from his bones.  The 
leopards muzzle was bloody. Upon closer inspection he realized this 
was not a painting....but a photo. He started towards the door, but 
too late..... she was already there. 
    "Most guys I bring home don't even notice the wall hangings. I 
have to point them out to the morons." she said evenly. "Yes, that is 
a photo there" she said pointing to the one of her with the 
leopard and it's deceased meal. I don't remember the guy's name, 
just another male like yourself who I hunted down. A lady freind of 
mine took the photograph after Diana and I were finished with him. 
Diana is, of course, the leopard you see there in the picture." she 
explained simply.
    Mouse looked at her warily, and then looked at 
the front door not ten feet from him. He figured he would have no 
problem getting past her to the door to freedom from this madness. 
Then he noticed she was holding something in her hand. He quickly 
realized it was a weapon of some sort and knew his chances for escape 
were lost.
     "It's called a Tazer gun" she said with a smile "It 
works by electrifying the person who is hit, rendering them 
helpless....like this" and she pointed the weapon at Mouse and fired. 
Mouses world became hell as the two electrodes from the gun embedded 
themselves in his chest. He lost control of his body as the 
electricity from the weapon coursed through him, causing him to flop 
around on the floor like a fish from water. In seconds, consciousness 
fled him.
       Mouse awoke and at first he did not realize where he 
was. As he started to move his body his muscles screamed at him in 
pain. He realized he could not move. His legs were bound with rope at 
the ankles and his arms were tied behind his back. Hog-tied. He lay 
on the floor helpless. He also realized his clothes had been taken 
from him. His memory came flooding back to him, and he quickly 
realized his situation had become quite terrorfying. He had been 
moved to a different roomas well. As he looked around he realized the 
room must be a basement as there were no windows anywhere. A variety 
of cages, some chains and ropes hanging from the ceiling, some 
devices that could only be described as instruments of torture were 
the main items in the room. He was laying on a bare mattress laid out 
on the floor.
    Megan watched as her guest regained consciousness 
and smiled as she noted his reactions as he took in his surroundings. 
She watched his eyes widen as they finally came to rest on her and 
Diana, who was laying comfortably by her side.
    "Mouse, I would like to introduce you to my companion, Diana" 
said Megan sweetly. "She is the leopard you saw in those pictures 
upstairs. It is very curious your freinds should call you Mouse, as I 
am sure you are aware that cats are very fond of mice. And yes, those 
_are_ real photos upstairs. Nothing was staged, nothing faked. You 
will co-star in her next photo....suitable for framing I'm sure." She 
watched as the meaning of what she was saying sunk into Mouse's 
brain, relishing the terror showing in his eyes. Mouse opened his 
mouth as if to say something, then shut it again. 
    "You were going to ask why right?" she prodded.
    "Well, yes ma'am. I don't understand any of this. Why do you have 
me down here? I have to get home. I told my freinds I'd be going out 
with them. I don't want to know your cat. If you would let me go I 
promise not to tell anyone, honest. Just untie me and we can forget 
this. Please.....just let me go...I'll pay for the ride. WHAT DO YOU 
WANT!!"  When Mouse yelled, Diane became agitated and Megan put a 
hand on her head to reassure the big-cat.
     "Entertainment.....you fulfill a need, both in me and obviously 
in Diana. Cats gotta eat ya know. But don't worry, by the time I'm 
done having _my_ fun, Diana will probably be a welcome 
diversion for you. Your sure to welcome her attentions after 
experiencing mine." and she laughed as she said this. "I've been told 
my family tree links directly to the Roman Emperor Nero, who always 
enjoyed feeding slaves and Christians to his cats. Perhaps I 
inherited some of dear old granddads eccentricities. Doesn't really 
matter. Your there tied up waiting for me to give you to Diana, and 
I'm here enjoying it. Call it a power trip, whatever. All I know is I 
enjoy it. Call it payback if you will. If it makes you feel better. 
Shall we get started?"
   Mouse was speechless. He watched as she produced a knife 
from behind her back....a big knife. She approached him and when she 
was near enough, she lay down on the mattress next to him. Grabbing 
him by the hair, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him full on 
the lips, driving her tongue deep in his mouth. Despite his terror, 
Mouse reacted, kissing her back. He was completely confused. 
Hopefully, she was just playing a game at his expense. Megan moved 
the knife, letting the steel blade slide harmlessly against her 
prey's belly. Then, by turning it slightly, she let the blade bite 
into his lower abdomen drawing a thin red line from his navel 
downwards towards his exposed genitals but stopping there. She kissed 
him more deeply as she did so. Mouse felt the blade, but could only 
make a noise in his throat.  She pulled her lips from his and studied 
his reaction as she let the cold steel again slide harmlessly along 
his chest. The cut she had just made was not deep. Mouse could hardly 
feel any pain from the cut, but that did nothing to squelch the 
terror he felt for his captor. He was literally frozen with fear...a 
deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. He wanted to fight 
back, scream, kick, anything to get out of the situation he was in, 
but his body would not obey him. But also, deep in the recesses of 
his mind, he became dimly aware that a part of him _wanted_ to be 
here. To see what happened next. He was at her mercy completely, and 
the idea wasn't all that bad to a dark part of him, no matter how 
much it hurt. But then he looked over at the leopard, who was 
regarding him with a chillingly cool gaze. The thoughts fled him. He 
knew he was in big trouble and probably would not survive to tell the 
tale. As if to confirm this, Diana slowly licked her chops while 
staring hopefully at Mouse's trussed form.
     "Now, little Mousey, where would you like the next cut, hmmm?" 
Megan said sadistically. "Maybe here?" and she let the blade run 
across his left nipple. "Maybe here?" as she moved it to his inner 
thigh, close to his testicles. Mouse's eyes widened in fear and he 
managed to shake his head. "No?" she teased, and then while smiling 
at him, she let the point cut a shallow line from his upper inner 
right thigh down to his knee. "Don't move or I might knick a vein. 
Don't want that do we?"
      Mouse was helpless against her onslaught. He managed a couple 
of squeaks of protest, but was simply too afraid to move. Megan's 
game continued as she created new openings in his body. The knife 
only stung Mouse a little, it didn't really hurt. The deadly 
potential of what she was doing was most terrorfying however.
   "I'm doing this so Diana will understand what you are, you see. 
For some reason, she won't go after any food that doesn't have the 
smell of blood on it. It's simply a small prerequisite she requires 
before feeding....you understand of course, don't you?
   Mouse simply gave her a pleading look as his voice would no longer 
function. Megan got up and went to the wall, pulling a rather nasty 
looking bullwhip from the wall.
    "She also enjoys her meat best if it is tenderized first. Do you 
mind little one, if I do the honors?" she questioned. Without 
waiting for Mouse's voice to return, she expertly let the bullwhip 
fly, cutting a nice welt across his chest. Mouse went rigid, his body 
rebeling against the sudden sharp stinging pain, and he cried out in 
agony.
    "No, please just let me go....I can't do th-"  His cries of 
mercy were cut off as she again let the bullwhip whistle through the 
air, landing it across his exposed thighs. He cried out and rolled 
himself onto his belly to protect himself. Diana took a few quick 
steps forward, anticipating an escape attempt on the part of her 
prey. Megan called her name and stroked her neck, soothing the big 
cat into calming down. His back now displayed to Megan's onslaught, 
she took full advantage, cracking the whip across his exposed 
buttocks, and watched with sadistic satisfaction as his body 
convulsed in anguish. Her assault continued at an ever increasing 
pace. She marvelled at how his trussed and helpless body literally 
danced beneath her powerful strokes of the whip. This was her 
favorite part of her little ritual. She began tearing into her prey 
with increased urgency, making the whip bite into the males flesh and 
reveling in the tortured reactions of his body as it twitched and 
flexed against the agony of the onslaught. After some time, having 
worked herself into a sweat as she wielded the whip, she realized 
Mouse could take no more and watched as his body suddenly relaxed in 
defeat, his simple way of asking for an end to his torment. This was 
the moment of triumph she always relished and  the sudden moistness 
between her thighs confirmed her feelings. She took the knife out and 
cut his bonds free so that he now lay exposed and at her mercy on his 
back.....waiting.  She stepped up onto his lower abdomen, letting her 
spike heels sink into his unresisting flesh and she slowly walked up 
to his chest, marveling at how his body yielded to her weight. He 
belonged to her completely now.  Looking down, she let her fierce 
gaze penetrate his already defeated soul.
   "You are now ready for Diana to take you....yes?" It was a 
question she expected an answer to, and she always got one.
     "Yes Ma'am" Mouse managed. He had no fight left. She had been 
right. He would welcome the cat's attentions after receiving Megan's. 
  Megan stepped off of him. Laying down next to him, she looked into 
his tortured eyes. Nothing was said...nothing needed to be said. She 
looked at Diana, who was now licking her chops in anticipation of 
feeding, but would not do so until Megan allowed her to do so. Megan 
lazily stroked Mouse's cock, watched with detached fascination as it 
engorged and hardened. She shook her head in disbelief. Men were such 
strange and pathetic creatures, she thought to herself. She wiggled 
the member inticingly, and Diana knew the invitation had been given. 
Mouse didn't even stir as she took her first bite.... 

by
PREY ITEM
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