French Maidens Terror: A Descent into Beastial Bondage and Surrender Kat was in her car trying to get the old thing to start. The two guys had gone back to their truck saying they had guns. She twisted the keys in the car engine. The engine spurred and whirled but it beared no fruit. She cried out again cursing at the car with tears streaming banging her hands against the steering wheel. The beating from the music of the house bearing audible. Suddenly her head swiveled to her left hearing gun shots. Silence. Kat turned her head around having to adjust a bit. She saw, from the line of cars, a single arm laying out on the ground unmoving. The arm then flinched once, then again, then it slowly was pulled out of view. Kat gasped in horror as more tears began to roll down her cheeks and she gave barely audible high pitch scream. The young French maiden wore a not so appropriate cat outfit complete with ears and a tail. It was a tight fabric that was light a one piece swimsuit. She was also wearing fishnet stockings fishnet gloves reaching to her shoulders. A corset that lifted her cleavage. It was supposed to be a treat for the guys but now it seems it was a waste. Then again her mind wasn't on that. It was more on the fact of survival. She twisted the key again as the engine turned and fired again. "Com'on! …the next moment changed everything
