Chapter 2 - Kasha

 Kayla thought to duck to avoid the kasha’s attack as she rolled forward on her wheels. As the redhead glanced down for a split second, she noticed the wheels rolling forwards by themselves. A look of shock came over her face as she felt the shadow of the kasha passing above her; she ducked to the side quickly, but the next moment she felt the monster’s furry legs wrapping around her neck. The kasha brought her down to the ground, tittering giddily. “What’s the matter, honey?” 

 She coughed from the pressure around her neck and clawed at the furry thighs to get her off. Come on, come on! Get this stupid cat off of me! As the legs tightened into a fierce scissor hold, she began to lose some of her vigor. “Come now,” the kasha purred, “you’ve lost. Why not accept it?” 

 I don’t lose! Kayla pounded the body with her fists, but her neck began to hurt. All she could glimpse in front of her now was the feminine ass under the shadows of the kasha’s robes. Sweat dripping down her face, she clenched her teeth and tried to separate the thighs, veins rising in her temples and feet pushing against the ground as she sought to undo it.

“It’s no use, dear, it’s no use at all.” The kasha giggled and looked back over her shoulder with a delighted expression. The strong clawed fingers came down to move through her hair, playfully twirling the bright red locks around the dark beastly fingers. 

 Kayla gave her a hateful stare, cursing her mentally. “What’s the matter?” the kasha teased, tasting her displeasure.  As the fingers came down to stroke her face, Kayla grimaced and closed her eyes. Their dark fur grazed along her cheek, and an unmistakable stench of death entered her nostrils. 

 The dark claws followed the curve of her lips and kept pushing against them to gain entry into her mouth. Kayla grunted and kept her mouth closed as tightly as she could, hearing her teeth gritting in her mouth as the kasha giggled darkly. “Such a shame this pretty face was wasted on you. If only I had the time to peel it off while you were still alive, that would be lovely. Alas…” 

 The powerful thighs squeezed Kayla further. Two dark claws settled on her eyebrows and pushed, forcing her eyes open. Kayla could see the kasha staring at her with a wild grin. “You will not be alive for much longer, I’m afraid.”  

 Fear began to show on Kayla’s face as she realized there was no way out of it. She had used all her strength in the beginning with no effect, and now she trembled with exhaustion. But the hold around her neck was tightening, making it harder and harder to breathe, sending spikes of pain from the tendons and muscles getting crushed. 

“You were so eager and so ready. I do love to see that. I’d say it’s a pity to lose you… but then how could I savor the beauty of your final moments?”

 As the lock on her neck tightened further, Kayla found it hard to breathe. No, she can’t kill me like this, come on! Eyes bulging in panic, she tried to plead with the kasha by stroking its furry thighs, hoping it would understand.

“Oh my, it seems you’re ready to be nice after all. Unfortunate, that it would happen so late. Far too late, I’d say,” she whispered with a grin. “Very unfortunate.” 

 Kayla was so desperate that she used her remaining energy to beg. “Please,” she croaked. “E… E…” 

“Air?” The kasha laughed again. “Is that what you said you want? Hmm, let me try to help you with that.” 

 Relief washed over Kayla as she felt the godlike thighs relax. She could only take in a little bit of air, but she drank it up as the sweetest thing in the world. Her desperate eyes and trembling lips sought to thank the kasha. But the demon was staring down with an even wider grin. “Enjoyed your air?” 

 The kasha twisted her legs to the right so quickly that there was no time even to scream. The redhead heard a loud crack coming from inside of her and then hot pain going up into her skull. She began to convulse wildly, her head hanging disconnected from the rest of her body in the kasha’s grip, half-lidded eyes of pure terror staring blankly. 

“I only wanted to give you a gentle massage,” said the kasha. “What a shame that your mortal body is so weak. And yet, you are somehow still alive… impressive.” 

 Tears welled in Kayla’s dead eyes and drool began to flow from her open mouth, her unsupported head dragging down with gravity as the rest of her body flailed in the final spasms before death.  

 The kasha had intended to kill her from the start. It was hard to say if the redhead was just so hardy or if this was a result of her thighs offering the head the necessary support to stay alive. But in any case, the mortal had lost all control over her face. The muscles were slack now, the light in her eyes gone. She was alive… but barely. 

 She would’ve enjoyed watching the human wither away in agony. Perhaps nurturing her just enough so she could be alive but realize that she would wither away. Unfortunately, she had somewhere to be.

“Are you ready, my dear?” the kasha nearly sang. “Are you ready to hear the music?” 

 This time she snapped the neck the other way, making sure she applied enough pressure to kill her, and heard the satisfying snap of the bone coming apart. As she moved her thighs down to the torso and lifted it up, the head hung lifeless and completely detached.

 Disgusted with the useless corpse, she tossed it aside and rose, ready to go in search of other prey. I cannot believe I failed in that first break, thought the kasha, knowing the next human she played with would not fare so well.  

