You duck away and cower from her, knowing that some agonizing torture is to come, but she simply stands there staring at you.
"Pain was the last game. It is no longer fresh. This will be a game of a different sort. Now stand straight, or I will get my whip again." Reluctantly, you do as she says. "Good. Now you will kiss me. If you try to stop for even a second, you will be punished with another game. Otherwise, I will let you go. Now that the rules are clear, we shall begin."
Given the alternative of another whipping, you gladly accept something as innocuous as a simple kiss, even if it is with some sort of cat woman. She grabs your head and lurches it forward, you barely even resisting, and then touches her muzzle to your mouth and plunges her tongue between your lips.
The first thing you notice is the taste. Specifically, you notice how horrible it is. She doesn't just look like she's made of latex, she has the flavor of it, and it's terrible. You almost want to just spit her out right away and be done with it, but you know you can't if you want to leave this place. Besides, the taste isn't THAT bad... compared to the aggressive way she's kissing you. Her tongue is jamming itself in and out of your throat, alternating between choking you and wriggling sickeningly in your mouth. She's clearly trying to make you vomit, but you manage to hold. If the "game" stays this easy, you might just be able to make it out of here.
Of course, you would have to jinx it like that. Just as you think on how easy this seems, you feel pinching sensations at several places along your cheeks. Trying to look down without breaking the kiss, you peak at them... only to see several wiry little black whiskers starting to slowly poke their way out of your face. It's at his point that you understand her game: this time, you have to actually choose between being 'deformed' even further and subjecting yourself to more of her unique brand of torture. Still, whiskers can be snipped - something like this isn't nearly enough to keep you from your freedom. Watching as those little whiskers grow to long ones, you hold to her disgusting kiss, accepting it.
It's not until you start feeling some discomfort around your gums and in your teeth that you start having second thoughts. There's no telling how far this is going to go - you might be better off just ending the kiss now and hoping the next punishment is another test of your endurance instead of... whatever the heck this is supposed to be.