When Jenna turned eighteen, she was shipped off to Butterfly Industries where she was sculpted, body and mind, into the perfect sex kitten.

As her owner fucked her ass for the fifth time that day, she craned her neck back and meowed. In many ways, she thought of herself as a cat, an animal, though she was a cat that men, especially her master, could enjoy fucking.

Even in her mind, she mowed most of the time, rarely ever thinking in words.

Butterfly Industries had done a great job with her, so great that her owner was getting ready to buy her sister as well.

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