Getting used to work and starting to find time to relax while working at Franny's Pizzeria, you began to sneak a peek at the surveillance camera in the love room, where Fexa often lounges after another attempt to catch you, followed by pinning you against the wall. Once again, you and Fexa were separated just in time by a locked iron door on which deep scratches from her claws had already formed on the outside. As she looked at you through the window, you could swear she hissed in anger and frustration. Showing you her middle finger, she went back into the love room and flopped onto the bed and you could clearly see through the surveillance camera that she started to caress herself.

Fexa's body was a symphony of obscene hunger, her heaving chest already glistening with sweat as she arched her spine, letting the fabric of her blouse surrender under the relentless pull of her swollen tits. The shirt ripped through sheer force of her movement, revealing dusky red nipples pierced with silver rings, each one glistening with droplets of milk that smeared across her claws as she kneaded her own flesh like dough. The second her fingers twisted those swollen peaks, a low, guttural moan tore through her throat, her tail lashing violently behind her as her slit squirted a thick, syrupy trail of clear arousal onto the sheets.

Her fingers dug in, talons sinking into the plush give of her breasts until faint crescents of pink bloomed under the pressure, her breath coming in ragged, heaving gasps. She pinched and pulled at her nipples with deliberate cruelty, rolling the barbells between her knuckles before yanking them to full, jutting attention. Milky spray spurted from the tips, splashing against her chin, her tongue darting out to lap at the sticky mess before she slapped her palm over a tit, fingers squeezing until her own milk oozed through the gaps in her grip... But the ache between her legs was worse.

Her snarl filled the room as her free hand shoved between her thighs, fingers plunging into her soaking slit with no preamble, no teasing, no mercy. Three digits speared inside immediately, knuckle deep and curling, scraping against the swollen ridges of her inner walls until her entire body convulsed. The sound was filthy, a wet, slurping squelch with every brutal thrust, her cunt hugging her fingers tight like it wanted to consume them. Her clit was a throbbing, engorged bead, rock hard and begging for attention, but she ignored it... because the tiny, frantic squeak from beside her brought her attention to the trembling rat frozen in terror.

Fexa's pupils split open with ravenous delight. The rodent didn't stand a chance. She snatched it up effortlessly, its tiny legs pedaling uselessly in the air as she ran the blunt head of its body along her slit, smearing it in her juices before rubbing it in slow, torturous circles over her clit. Its fur was instantly drenched. The sensation made her cunt flare... liquid heat gushed out, coating its fur as she let out a shuddering howl, her hips bucking hard as her walls clenched around nothing.

And then she shoved it in. No hesitation... just one brutal shove, forcing the squealing creature deep into her hungry hole. Its tiny body twitched wildly inside her, its panicked movements rubbing against every hypersensitive inch of her passage, sending shockwaves up Fexa's spine. She fucked herself on its convulsing form, pistoning her hips like a beast in heat, sweat dripping down her heaving stomach as she impaled herself over and over. Her mouth hung open, tongue lolling like a bitch, as her free hand clawed at her own chest... not for pleasure, but to hurt, nails raking red lines over her tits until milk and blood mixed in a sinful cocktail over her skin.

Her orgasm came with a brutal, shuddering force... her pussy exploded, a gush of creamy slickness painting the rat's fur white as she screamed, her walls clamping down in hard, rhythmic spasms around its struggling body. But she didn't stop.

Grinding down with predatory focus, Fexa angled her hips just right, forcing the rat deeper, harder, until the blunt pressure of its body slammed into her cervix. The sensation sent a lightning hot jolt through her, her cunt pulsating, sucking the poor thing in tighter as her inner muscles milked it for every drop of friction. Her vision whited out... another orgasm, this one even stronger, her gummy walls convulsing like they wanted to digest the little creature.

A spray of juices catapulted the rat out of her gaping hole, sending its limp body soaring across the room in a glistening arc before it smacked wetly against the far wall. Fexa's thighs trembled violently, her slit still spasming, twitching, dripping a thick, translucent river of her own mess onto the ruined sheets.

Gasping as if having run a marathon, she collapsed onto her back, her tail coiling between her lazily spread legs while renewed passion, despair, and aggression simmered beneath... Until the red light of the camera flickered in her periphery. Her ears pricked up, and a slow, wicked smile crept across her lips as she turned her glowing eyes toward the lens, realizing exactly who had witnessed every depraved second of her performance.

You don't hear her words, but their meaning is unmistakable.

"Oh... you filthy, disgusting voyeur... Did you enjoy the show? Good. Now... I'll give you a front-row seat."

Her determined footsteps were drowned out by the terrible sound of her claws scratching on the walls of the corridor as she approached the security room. Her loud, excited voice, full of aggressive desire, flashed through your head, making it difficult to think clearly. "I KNOW THAT YOU, YOU PERVERTED BASTARD, HAVE BEEN WATCHING ME... If I come to you now and find a closed door... I swear, I will TEAR THAT FUCKING DOOR TO SHREDS AND REACH YOU... And then..." Her words turned into a desperate growl, her footsteps becoming more audible and heavy, confirming that she would be with you after a few agonizing minutes.