Lust Thicker than Blood
By: Monica Vix
In the cool morning light, Lyn slowly awoke. The brown beagle was naked, her dark brown coat
shimmering in the early morning light that streamed in through the window blinds. Her gentle blue
eyes were adverted from the bright gleam of the sun and onto the soft covers she was wrapped in,
looking across her cut and scarred body under the soft cloth. Lyn’s mistress was a vile cat who liked to
use her as a scratching post, even if the canine didn’t complain much. Or ever. Just as her blue eyes
gazed along the scratches and scars her mistress Casey gave her, Lyn could feel arousal and desire
boiling up in between her legs, wishing to feel those painful claws along her body once again. She was
barely awake and Lyn was already getting worked up, getting horny over the prospect of being made
into a little scratching post once more, waiting for those hooked claws to dig into her flesh and rend her
brown fur agape until she was dripping warm crimson.
A heavy sigh rolled off of her lips as she got herself more and more aroused. Sadly, Lyn’s
mistress was currently away on a business trip, but the lovely feline would be returning that same day!
There was no way Lyn, being such a loyal and obedient canine shaped scratching post, would ever
forget about the day her lovely mistress would return home to start clawing and beating her. Maybe
today would be her turn to meet her deadly fate at Casey’s claws, the idea of that lovely calico slitting
her throat and making a waterfall of blood pour down all over the floors.
Right. The floors. Lyn got so worked up in her arousal that she forgot that she had tasks to do,
tasks to clean the house from top to bottom for Casey when she returned. Groaning, the canine pulled
herself out of bed, the tags of her collar jingling and dangling down just an inch above her large
cleavage. Her long brown legs gently touched down onto the hardwood floor of the bedroom, bare
paws getting a little chilly at the initial contact of her lovely little room. Lyn liked her small bedroom,
even if she rarely slept in it. A simple look around at the sparsely decorated walls and the bland bed
was enough to see that this room was less a traditional bedroom and more like a large dog cage, one
where Lyn was sent when she was bad. The only form of décor in the slender, cramped room was a few
sheets of paper with submissive phrases and apologetic words displayed at a mat where Lyn was meant
to kneel when being punished.
With a deep breath and exhale, the canine stretched her long, slender body. As Lyn leaned back,
popping her back, her rib cage was visible through the taunt skin of her chest. The skinny canine would
open the door and walk out into the rest of the ornate, rather fancy house that she and her mistress
called home. Not minding the jingling of her tags as if they were always there through her life, the
brown beagle began her cleaning routine with a firm step into the storage closet. She pulled out a
vacuum, a mop, a broom; all of the utilities and tools she needed to clean were there! Moving around
the large home, Lyn put all of the cleaning tools in their respective places to have an effortless stream
from one activity to another. Her path was meticulously planned at one point during the month long
absence of her owner. Those soft brown paws would walk up and down the halls and rooms of the
house again and again, retreading the same ground again and again to deep clean every part of the
house. Lyn got so enamored with cleaning that she forgot to fix herself breakfast.
The house was clean within two or three hours. Lyn finally had a moment to sit down and relax,
almost crumbling to the ground next to the couch on a little cushion set out for her. The dominance
Casey held over Lyn was palpable even without the calico there looking over the silly brown puppy.

Panting, exhausted, Lyn could only look towards the door with her tired blue eyes. She couldn’t wait
until Casey was back home. Her eyes stared at the door like it would make the calico come back home
quicker; bring those black, white, and orange hands to start clawing and cutting her soft flesh.
One of her hands lingered down between her bare thighs. Soft brown fingers pushed into those
gentle, needy folds, ones that have their fair share of cuts and scars all over the sensitive lower lips.
Gasping softly, Lyn could barely stop herself from masturbating. She knew she wasn’t allowed to, but
the pleasure, the anticipation, the lack of any contact from her lovely mistress was driving her crazy on
the final day. She did her best to be resolute, to fight that urge, but fell helplessly after the first
accidental graze of her clit. Dulled claws of the canine’s paws started to scrape the inner, heated walls
of her vagina, trying to vie for as much painful pleasure as humanly possible, trying to grasp that
familiar sensation of being cut and scratched.
Then, like an answer to a prayer, there was a jingling at the door. Lyn quickly pulled her hand
from her snatch and wiped it off on her leg, sitting up at attention in preparation for her owner to come
through the door. Her mouth closed, drool wiped away as if it was never there. Casey was at the door.
The canine was getting even more riled up the more and more she waited, hearing those three locks
clicking open back to back to back. It was intoxicating! The anticipation was a burning flame between
her loins, making Lyn stain her little kneeling cushion with her arousal. Her hands clenched into fists as
she heard the squeaky hinges of the door open wide, blue eyes looking eagerly forward towards the
white doorway. That long brown tail wagged helplessly behind her, smacking against the couch.
In the doorway she appeared. The slender calico cat with those dark green eyes scanning over the
house. Casey looked down towards Lyn with a smile forming on her mostly white lips. The tall feline
had a black suit on with a white shirt underneath, a pair of luggage bags held in her mottled,
multicolored hands. Taking a handful of steps in, the powerful feline looked down at the canine with an
affectionate gleam in her eyes. Her high heels elevating her already almost six foot tall form to be
almost six and a half, a solid head or two above Lyn if she was standing. Casey didn’t even address the
kneeling dog as she walked in, walking slowly and purposefully to the couch, her high heels clacking
on the hardwood floor in front of the obedient dog before her. With a huff, the feline dropped to the
couch, taking the time to get comfortable.
“C’mon, up in my lap.” Casey said in a soft, loving voice. Her Australian accent was extremely
noticeable as she spoke down to Lyn. Those mottled hands, now free from the luggage they hauled,
patted the lap of the soft kitty’s suit. “Let mistress claw you up something fierce~” Her lustful words
had a vile edge to them, one that sparked Lyn’s arousal even more.
The brown beagle pulled herself up into Casey’s lap, her naked body shivering against the
warmth that was her loving, harmful mistress. A gentle sigh escaped her lips as the calico’s hands
descended upon her scarred, scratched up back. She didn’t say a single word as she felt those sharp
claws tracing along her muscles, almost feeling it digging into her shoulder blades without breaking
skin. That long canine tail continued to wag as Casey teased Lyn. Then, those sharp digits plunged into
the tough flesh, rending and scratching long painful red lines of blood across the back of the canine.
Casey and Lyn both let out lustful groans of pleasure, even if the puppy in question had a bit more pain
in her squeaks and whines than the cat scratching her up. The ten clawed digits raked across the back of
the canine horizontally, carving their signature into her body with a simple swipe of the wrist.
“Ah~ Yea, that feels good.” Casey sighed happily. “Lyn, be a good girl and get my bags, yea?
Don’t worry about bandaging yourself yet. Gonna give you a little more loving in the basement~

Mistress needs something to hurt.” The calico ran her claws up the slender neck of the canine, teasing
Lyn with that simple motion. “Maybe even something to kill~ What do you say, hm? Do you want
today to be the day mistress lays you down to rest for good?” Casey grasped the chin of the canine,
wrenching Lyn to look her in the eyes.
Shuddering, a shaky smile on her lips, Lyn fixated her blue eyes on those lovely dark forest green
eyes of her owner. “I-if it would please my mistress, yes~” Lyn gasped out in pleasure. “I-I missed
your… your claws carving your love into my body~” The canine was melting like chocolate under the
sun at the simple sensations of her mistress.
“Such a good little scratching post~ So ready and willing to lay down your life for your mistress
like a good girl~” Casey demeaned Lyn in an affection, loving voice. Those feline claws pulled away
form the bleeding back of the canine and rested gently on her head, patting those dark brown locks of
the beagle’s hair. “Be a dear and put my bags in my room, Lyn? Do something useful while I set up
downstairs?” The calico’s lips curled into a devilish smile.
Nodding and gasping, Lyn wiggled out of the grasp of the lovely feline. Her bleeding body was
trembling, her lower lips on the verge of orgasm already. The once calm and collect canine was now
fidgeting, so on edge and so horny just from a few nasty slashes across her back and a threat that only
sealed her fate as Casey’s beloved toy to harm. Giving a simple bow, displaying her wagging tail, Lyn
took two steps away from the feline. Her horny, needy slit was dripping arousal into the ground, a few
droplets of blood accompanying the mess of her desire. Hearing the faint chuckle of the cat behind her,
Lyn could barely keep herself together. She took each and every step to the door with such an airless
feeling in her throat, that burning sensation between her thighs, and that ever-present thudding in her
chest. Casey knew how to get under Lyn’s skin and into her mind.
With that arousal burning high through her entire body, her blood flow elevated with the gnashes
down her back, Lyn got to work doing her task. It was arousing thinking that this would be her last
task, one that she would carry out and finish before getting finished off herself. Her brown hands
grasped the handles of luggage bags from the car, taking each one in with one or two trips. Those keen
blue eyes didn’t see her lovely owner sitting in the living room, so Lyn assumed that Casey was
planning her death in the basement. Part of her hoped that the feline would record the brutalization of
her body, that the red lines being carved into her flesh will be displayed for everyone to see and witness
with love, affection, and a hint of abject horror. The moment she finished putting all the luggage in the
bedroom of her mistress, even escorting the bags that the calico brought in herself, Lyn stood at the
doorway of the basement stairway. Her cool blue eyes gazed down the dim, grey concrete tunnel to the
hellish recording studio underground. A soft smile perked along her brown lips. Lyn had helped so
much with Casey’s videos of murdering and ending the lives of willing snuff dolls, and now? She’ll be
the one on the stage. Like she originally wanted, like she dreamed of. Being on display for Casey to
murder and maim in front of an audience.
A deep breath in and out was the final breath Lyn took of the home she knew. Her naked, scarred
body started to descend the stairs one by one. Each step took her closer and closer to her tomb, her
waiting death at the lovely hands of her mistress. Those cool blue eyes looked through the few
doorways presented to her at the base of the staircase, her arousal continuing to lead her along towards
her death at the hands of a perfect feline. A soft shudder rolled off of Lyn’s lips as she spied the open
doorway, hearing the clanging and shifting of large, heavy items within. The brown beagle was
beckoned by that noise alone. Lyn walked in, seeing Casey setting up a large restraining device that

would keep her down during all the brutalizing and destruction she would be experiencing first hand.
The fire of desire only burned hotter as if gasoline was added to a bonfire.
“Ah, there you are!” Casey exclaimed from the center stage of the execution room. “I was
waiting on you. Took long enough. Did you unpack, too?” The calico joked and teased her pet prey as
she took a step to the side. She blocked a large box next to the bondage device. “Come on, hop up. Lets
get you strapped down and ready for your, hmm… final inspection~” The soft, devious words came out
like butter.
Gasping with her hands covering her body, Lyn could barely move. The anticipation, the terror, it
all boiled up into this lovely sensation of being unable to move. She couldn’t take a single step for a
few seconds. It took a soft whistle from the feline to get Lyn moving again, Casey’s wordless command
making the brown beagle take step after step towards the bondage device. Her scarred and scratched
back was laid onto the soft black leather, the cushion beneath her taking her entire abused body and
resting it gently in the warm bliss of pleasure. Even as the tight cuffs were secured around her wrists
and ankles, Lyn didn’t fight or complain one bit. As her fingers felt numb, her loins feeling like they
were on fire, Lyn didn’t beg for the pleasure she so desired. The black leather locked around her body,
ensnaring her and trapping her to her fate. She couldn’t wait to see what was in store for her with the
sadistic yet loving calico looming over her.
Whistling to herself as if this was just another day, Casey wiggled off her suit pants. Her panties
were revealed, a wet spot where her vagina rested in the soft silver cloth. With a simple roll of her
shoulders and a lustful groan, Casey tossed off her suit jacket and began to unbutton her shirt. Usually
she never got this naked when recording, when playing. But now? The calico was intent on giving Lyn
a show! The white shirt rolled off her shoulders in that same manner as the jacket, falling to the ground
just to reveal a silver bra holding decently sized breasts. A moment more and calico plunged her hands
into the box behind her and hidden from the canine’s bound position on her death bed. Those orange
and black fingers pulled up a knife, the black handle resting in the white palm of the pretty kitty like it
was always there.
“Now,” Casey began in a firm voice, “Why don’t you praise me? Tell me what you want? I
already want to cut you up, hurt you, hear you screaming and crying, but… make me need it, Lyn.” The
calico pressed forward just a little. Her wet panties were placed in the open hand of the canine. “Make
me need your death to feel satisfied.” Her commands were like lightning and thunder crashing down
onto Lyn. The knife she wielded equally brought the brown dog on edge, the silver blade grazing and
gliding across her exposed stomach.
With a deep, shuddering breath, Lyn could barely look up to meet the forest green eyes of her
mistress. “I-I am nothing without your claws in me… your intent to harm and humiliate me fills me
with so much love for you.” Lyn’s lips quivered. She was trying to be poetic, but the fear and arousal
mixed in her mind so much it muddled her words. “P-please plunge your blade into my body and carve
me into the most perfect, pristine doll you can think of!” The beagle strained against her restraints as
she got louder. Her tail wagged helplessly under her dripping folds.
“That’s just want I want to hear.” Casey sighed a soft, loving voice. It didn’t sound like the tone
of a killer, it sounded like that of a lover and one who would coddle and care for you till the ends off
the earth. “I’ve wanted to keep you around. Just for this. Just… for this.” The calico dragged the tip of
the knife down the front of Lyn’s slender belly, cutting into the soft fur and flesh equally. The knife
drifted down further and further, past the waist and hips before resting at the crotch. “How about we

start at the worst part? I’m gonna take my time enjoying you. All of you. Your… screams. Moans, cries,
and the sound of your body breaking.” Casey chuckled. “And that’s not even getting into how pretty
it’ll all look. Or the smells. Or tastes. So so SO much to savor, my darling little dog.”
Her blade cut into the clit of the canine’s cunt, getting the entire body of the bound brown dog to
tense up as if she was plunged into an ice bath. A gentle gasp escaped from Lyn’s lips as she felt the
blood starting to trickle down her vagina, slicking it with her own shiny crimson. The knife that was
slicing at her clit was moved down further, pressing and cutting into the tender flesh as if it was butter.
Casey sighed and moaned herself as she stabbed Lyn in the vagina, drawing the painfully sharp knife
edge along the canine’s inner walls. Uncut by the blades and only graced with Casey’s fingers, the
dripping cunt was tense from the first blood drew from her most sensitive, needy parts. Just a single
thrust. Ir ruptured flesh and the brain of a bliss filled dog. Casey’s fist ensnaring the blade thrust the
knife all the way in, making the black hilt press against the wet lips of the canine’s cunt. A sharp
scream and wail of pain rolled off of Lyn’s tongue.
“That’s what I want to hear!” Casey chuckled. She let the blade rest in the lovely warmth of
Lyn’s cunt, embedded in the pink flesh and bleeding all over the place. “I rarely get you to scream with
such… vigor!” The Australian accented cat couldn’t contain her excitement. “As much as I want you to
share in this fun, I feel like you’d run away. I doubt you’re so… well trained that you’ll hurt yourself
for me~” Casey ran her clawed hands up the stomach again, gently teasing and torturing Lyn with her
soft touch.
Gasping, shuddering, still feeling the blood trickling out of her body, Lyn was a mess. Her brain
was going a million miles a minute thinking about how Casey was going to torture her to death with
little more than a box of toys and her own two hands. “I-I would do my best to obey, like always.” The
canine spoke in pure desperation. “This is what I live for! Giving my life for my mistress to make her
happy with my body!” Lyn’s hands tensed up. Her hand held under the warmth of the feline grasped the
panties and accidentally tugged them down. “May I ask… what will you do with my body, mistress?”
“Hmm… been thinking on that.” Casey mused. Her clawed hands grasped at the collar of her pet
and murder doll of a scratching post. “Maybe I could burn you in the fire pit we disposed all the others
in. Or, well, you did.” The cat traced along the vital veins as she spoke, dull green eyes gazed down
with affection and blood lust equally. “Perhaps I could get you ripped up and served as meat… or your
skin chopped off and made into a doll…” With a soft sigh, the powerful arms of the murderous feline
relaxed.
Casey’s claws ran up the slender neck and side of the head, gently embracing Lyn’s cheek. A soft
smile grew across her lips as she extended her claws, allowing the sharp points to kiss and tease the
canine’s cheek just for a moment. Then, without drawing attention to it, Casey drew blood once more
by slicing from cheek to forehead in a furious swipe! The beagle squealed and cried out in pain, her eye
was slit by the sharp claws! It was a wonder that the calico didn’t get her digits stuck in the eye socket
of the now screaming, wailing, struggling girl. A soft chuckle from Casey’s lips filled the air as Lyn
suffered for her pleasure. The howling, the wailing, all the noises of pain and pleasure burned within
the air a hellish memory of Lyn’s torture. It was blissful to the erect ears of the feline.
Casey would grasp the handle of the knife and begin to move it back and forth, slicing and
slashing into the warmth of the helpless canine again. That lovely cunt was brutalized for another
moment or so until the silver blade was pulled out, held in the air with the warm blood dripping down
and staining the calico’s paw. As Lyn was still crying and suffering, tears running out of her one

working eye, Casey took a long and slow lick of the knife’s blade. The taste of the canine’s blood made
her shiver and shudder, a low groan escaping her lips as she disliked the bitter flavor. With a huff and a
twirl of the blade, the psychotic feline embedded the knife directly into the slender belly of her beloved
torture doll, the only the black handle on display as Lyn had her guts slit and stabbed by her mistress.
“M-mistress?” Lyn could barely speak. “A-are you going to end me soon? P-please make me a
good girl… I’m a good scratching post… a good snuff slut…” The brown beagle’s hand was still
attempting to grant pleasure to the feline, groping and squeezing her folds through the panties.
Chuckling and giggling, Casey pulled off of Lyn’s hand. “Are you kidding me? You’re only
going to die when I let you. And that means you’re going to lose all your blood, pass out, then die
slowly in my arms.” The calico plunged her hands into the box once again, whistling for a moment.
She was now in Lyn’s blind spot, on the side where one of those pretty blue eyes were sliced open.
“Would you like it to last longer? Suffer more?” Casey asked as if it was a normal question. She was
pulling on a strap on, fitting a painful looking toy around her crotch to be used on the suffering dog.
“Uh…” There wasn’t an intelligible response. The canine was already starting to fade. “Please
praise me… please use me to… to your pleasure…” Lyn’s tongue rolled out of her mouth. She
attempted to tilted her injured head to gaze at Casey, an uneasy and shaky smile across those brown
lips. “Thank you for… for taking my eye, mistress… I hope it felt good to cut through it~ To injure…
me…” The canine’s speech was slowing down. Her one working eye was starting to shut, the blinking
growing sluggish as she struggled to stay awake.
There was soft sigh of disappointment. Casey shook her head and slipped the toy down from her
wet panties, allowing it to fall uselessly on the ground. “Well… I thought you’d last longer.” The calico
spoke with a joking tone. “Go on and drift off, Lyn. Don’t worry. Mistress will take good care of you
while you sleep~” The gentle, blood stained paws of the calico rolled through the dark locks of the
pretty puppy.
“Mistress…~” Lyn moaned at the soft touch upon her head. The one working eyes gazed up,
barely able to focus on Casey with the amount of blood she lost.
Then, Lyn felt everything go black. It felt like she was falling asleep and falling off of a building
at the same time, the overwhelming sensation of being swept off the mortal coil in barely a moment.
Time didn’t even seem like it effected Lyn in anyway as she was rudely whisked away from Casey’s
loving touch. Falling and floating helplessly in an aimless space, the brown beagle felt so empty. All
the blood she lost was staining her body in this weird limbo between life and death. With a loving,
lustful sigh, Lyn accepted her fate.
…
One pale blue eye opened. With a weak groan, Lyn could barely focus. She looked around for a
second or two, barely recognizing the color of the walls or anything about the room she was in. The
only thing for sure was that she was alive, judging by the pounding headache. There was an exhaustion
that flooded through her entire body, paralyzing the brown puppy in the soft confines of a medical bed.
Attempting to focus, Lyn could see an IV bag dripping a mixture into her veins, a metal stand, and a…
figure looming over her? Blinking slowly, groaning, Lyn focused more. It was some dog she never met,
their hands currently along her stomach stitching a wound.

“Oh, hey, there you are.” Casey said from the blindside of Lyn. “What took you so long? Did you
snitch on me to the Devil?” The calico chuckled and got into view of the pretty puppy.
Sighing and struggling to think, Lyn reached up to hold her head. She felt a plastic structure over
her injured eye. “Mistress? What… what happened?” The death kissed brown beagle was struggling to
wake up from her brief stint with death. “Did I… pass out? And you, uh… took me to the hospital?”
There was a breath of fear in her voice as she realized where she was right after saying it. Being in a
hospital while doing illegal things in their basement was an easy prison sentence.
“Nah. On call doctor. From that company we work with, to keep things secret. Remember?”
Casey chuckled again. “Or did I stab ya so hard you forgot the medical paper work was something you
filled out?” Leaning down, the calico planted a soft kiss onto the temple of the canine. “They also took
your eye out. Replaced it with a glass one. Just normal glass, no colors or anything.” She stated dryly.
“Just so you remember what I can do to you a little more… personally~ You can always think of me
slaughtering pretty girls before you, but this? This is something I did to you. Permanently. Just my one
eyed torture doll~” Casey lusted over Lyn and her new, most life altering scar.
There was a lust quickly building in Lyn’s crotch, a soft whine escaping the canine’s maw as she
was teased and tormented before the black and white dog. “F-fuck… I want to masturbate, but I
know… my parts are out of commission for awhile.” The canine let out a soft whine. “I can feel the
stitching in there… it just… hurts in a good way.” Lyn sighed gently. One of her hands lingered
towards her exposed chest, grasping one of her breasts.
“Well, that part will get fixed, actually. You know I like stretching you out, so I want your holes
to be in good shape. Even if I like ripping them apart sometimes~” Casey teased again. Her clawed
hand grasped the other brown breast of the beagle, grasping it and squeezing until blood pooled at her
claw tips. “Now rest well, okay? Get well soon. Especially since we got a pair of clients coming in to
fight each other and you’ll fight the winner. Hope you can use a knife and win with only one eye.” The
calico was already throwing her beloved torture doll under the bus once again.
With a gentle moan as her stomach wound was stitched before her, Lyn could only close her one
working eye and wince. Her resolve was greatly diminished by the lack of blood and the sensation of
just waking up again. “Y-yes, ma’am, I’ll try my best to be ready.” Lyn took in a sharp breath. “I had
fun. Thank you, mistress. I’m… so glad you’re back.” The beagle let out a sweet sigh of bliss as she
addressed her owner.