The new entry can be found below the break.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is one of my lesbian BDSM romances, so all of the action is fully consensual and girl-on-girl. This entry contains one sex scene where the main character is passed around a group of women, being made to cum multiple ways (mostly through hand stuff and oral sex).

This begins part three of the story, with part two being taken down from the free page and published as an ebook. You can find it on Smashwords and Amazon.

---

Part Three

“Look at the state our pet is in,” Madelynn declared, rushing to Naoka’s four-poster bed as she entered the room.

The Kittaran was lying sprawled out on the bed, panting and hugging a pillow to her chest.

“Explain what’s happened to her,” Selwyn demanded, addressing Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn had been sitting near Naoka when they had arrived and now floated anxiously near the bed. “She was bored so she started reading Terin’s Great Journey,” she began. She explained what had happened with The Girl in the Mirror, going into great detail about the sexy games the two had played and then the horrible “joke” The Girl in the Mirror had made.

Naoka struggled to listen to the exchange. She was painfully in need of climax but determined not to cum without permission and the detailed description of the erotic adventure was nearly more than she could bear. I’m a good girl, she kept repeating to herself. A good girl who doesn’t cum without permission.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been laying on the bed, hugging the pillow to keep her hands from getting her into trouble. One moment it felt like she’d been lying there struggling for hours, the next it felt like it had only been minutes.

One thing was clear to her: the arrival of her Mistresses was making her torment worse. Both of the women were like stunning sexual goddesses to her. Just the sight of their thick feminine curves made her want to jam her hands between her thighs and get herself in trouble.

When Madelynn had come and sat on the bed beside her she’d almost broken. The woman had recognized this and grabbed hold of the Kittaran’s wrists, holding them in place on the pillow on her chest.

Yet even that was a torment. The skin-on-skin contact made Naoka moan in longing, while the firmness of the woman’s grip brought out the greedy submissive in her that wanted to obey so she’d be rewarded.

She realized she’d BEEN obeying and was impatient for her reward. “I’ve been a good girl,” she whimpered pathetically to Madelynn as Gwendolyn was explaining what had happened with The Girl in the Mirror.

“Hush, little one,” Madelynn told Naoka quietly as she soothed her, careful not to work her up any further. “Let Gwendolyn tell us what has happened, it’s her job after all.”

Naoka’s furry ears perked up and she refocused her attention on Gwendolyn when the ghost girl began describing the erotic encounter she and Naoka had shared. There was a vast difference in how the girl described this encounter. Her sharing of events was much less detailed and a lot briefer, leaving out nearly anything that would hint at how emotional the encounter had been for her.

“You’re hiding things from us,” Selwyn accused when Gwendolyn was finished, voice cold and menacing. “Come to me, you WILL reveal your secrets.”

The tone of voice she’d used shocked Naoka. That was not her sexy domineering Mistress. That was the voice of a cruel noblewoman or maybe something worse, perhaps the voice of a monster disguised as a Human letting its mask slip for a moment?

Naoka watched the ghost girl float submissively towards Selwyn, cowing as she drew near.

She looks like she expects Selwyn to strike her, Naoka thought. She’d seen that body language countless times from servants of nobles. Seeing such servants struck in anger when their service was found lacking was a common sight yet seeing it here shocked Naoka. She’d never seen any hint that her Mistresses punished their servants in any way that wasn’t welcome and part of some sexy game.

Selwyn did not strike Gwendolyn. She reached up, holding her hands on either side of the ghost girl’s semi-transparent head. She held her hands there with her fingers spread and bent in like she was some vicious animal bearing claws.

Arcs of arcane energy began to spark out from her fingertips, flashing into Gwendolyn. The ghost girl groaned and whimpered in discomfort, convulsing occasionally when the bolts of arcane energy were thicker. While this happened Selwyn’s eyes glowed, the same arcane energy sparking into the ghost girl illuminating her vision.

“What do her memories show you?” Madelynn asked her partner.

“Our pet didn’t cum, not even once,” Selwyn told her while continuing to read Gwendolyn’s memories.

“You WERE a good girl,” Madelynn cooed to Naoka.

Normally Naoka would have felt a rush of ecstatic pride and sensual pleasure at such praise but the sight of Gwendolyn in such discomfort was too disturbing for her to care. “You’re hurting her,” she blurted out. “Please, stop!”

“She must reveal her secrets,” Madelynn told Naoka, gripping the girl’s wrists a little tighter to convey a not-so-subtle message that she was not to try and intervene. “My dearest love will be done in a moment.”

As soon as the arcane energy stopped shooting from Selwyn’s hands Gwendolyn collapsed to the floor, dropping to her knees. She sunk partially through the ground, breaking the normal illusion that she was solid.

Panting and gasping, she looked up at Selwyn with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Mistress. How shall I be punished?”

“What’s been done is punishment enough,” Madelynn said before Selwyn could declare a further punishment. “An invasion of the mind like that is uncomfortable for the living, but for you? Pushing past the veil of life and death to reach your mind must intensify that discomfort into pain. You need no further punishment.”

Naoka noticed the last statement seemed not to be targeted at Gwendolyn, but rather at Selwyn.

“Besides,” Madelynn when on, looking at the ghost girl with kind, reassuring eyes, “Gwendolyn has rarely disappointed us. She’s one of our most useful and loyal servants.” When the woman looked to her partner the kindness fell from her face. “What was she hiding, my dearest love?”

“She opened up to our pet emotionally in ways I’d thought her cold deceased heart not capable of,” Selwyn began explaining, her voice containing a hint of cruel mockery in it. “Our new pet has melted her heart with her painful naivety and kindheartedness. She even let poor tragic Gwendolyn play out a fantasy of being with her former lover.”

“Ah, it was about Liedia,” Madelynn said as though that explained everything.

“What of the budding romance between Gwendolyn and our pet?” Selwyn asked. “It’s not something we’ve had to deal with before, not from our resident ghost. Such games could… complicate things.”

Madelynn shrugged, smiling strangely as she stared at Gwendolyn. “Come to me,” she commanded.

Gwendolyn rose out of the floor and took a standing position then floated towards the bed. “Yes, Mistress?” she asked after closing her eyes for a moment to recenter herself.

“Do you wish us to remove you from the task you’ve been given? We can find a use for you in some way other than keeping an eye on our newest pet.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes flashed to Naoka, locking on her. “No, Mistress.”

“You are not worried the opening of your heart to the girl will end up causing you more pain than joy?”

Naoka, staring into the ghost girl’s eyes, saw a flicker of doubt as Gwendolyn hesitated to answer. “I think it might be worth it,” she finally said. “And she made me a promise.”

Selwyn chuckled. “I’m going to help you reconnect with Liedia,” she said, quoting Naoka’s promise to Gwendolyn.

Madelynn returned the chuckle. “Quite the task you’ve set yourself,” she said, looking at Naoka with quizzical amusement.

“There’s more,” Selwyn said excitedly. She closed her eyes, bringing back the memories she’d read in Gwendolyn’s mind and reciting what she’d heard Naoka say. “And I’m going to solve all the mysteries. I’ll find out all about The Girl in the Mirror. I’ll find out how to open that white door with the metal tree locking it shut because I’m certain it leads to the forest where the girl’s witch lives. I’ll find the Mirror Sword, but not to slay Madelyn and Selwyn. I’ll find it and discover what it is and why it’s important.”

When she finished she opened her eyes and smiled at Naoka, her expression like a sly cat about to pounce on its prey. “I hope you accomplish all the tasks you’ve set for yourself.”

“Especially the part about now slaying us,” Madelynn added in a mock-serious tone. “You know, my love, it seems almost like the girl has begun to think we’re the monsters from that book you accidentally left in her room.”

“Mischief from The Girl in the Mirror no doubt,” Selwyn replied. “As is the idea we’ve some magical door leading back to her witch’s forest.” She chuckled, flashing Naoka a sly smile. “If we had such a door discovering the way to open it would be beyond anything a simple stray cat could ever discover, regardless of how curious she is.”

Through the conversation Naoka and Gwendolyn kept their eyes locked. Naoka felt the girl was trying to tell her something, but she couldn’t figure out what. Maybe she would have been able to if she hadn’t been painfully in need of climax, with the feel of Selwyn’s firm grip and the sensual beauty of Gwendolyn’s pretty eyes distracting her.

“Gwendolyn, dear, you’ve done well today despite your moment of weakness hiding things from us,” Madelynn said as her attention returned to the ghost girl. “Naoka has been a very good girl not cumming and she’s to be rewarded, but your presence spying on her will not be required during that time. I want to assure you we are not angry with you and that this is not some kind of punishment. Would you like some kind of reward to prove this?”

Gwendolyn, her eyes still locked on Naoka’s, nodded. “Yes, Mistresses. You once offered to give someone of my choosing one of the treasures you’ve collected. At the time I refused, telling you I’d never have need of it.”

“She’s talking about the Necklace of Erizad,” Selwyn said when Madelynn seemed not to remember what Gwendolyn was speaking of.

“Ah,” Madelynn said, frowning. “I remember now. It was a trinket that, when worn, allowed the wearer to interact with ghosts as though they were living.”

Naoka’s heart swelled at the revelation that such an item existed, but the excitement she felt was soon lost.

“We no longer have it in our possession,” Madelynn told Gwendolyn.

“You sold it?” Gwendolyn asked, finally breaking eye contact with Naoka and looking at Madelynn with immense sadness in her eyes.

“No,” Madelynn told her, the hint of a smile tugging at one corner of her lips.

Naoka’s ears perked up, sensing something in that hint of a smile.

“Another of our servants requested it long ago,” Madelynn continued. “One that still serves us.” She paused, the smile growing. “Liedia has it.”

Gwendolyn put a hand on her chest, inhaling deeply in shock. “She does?”

“She does,” Madelynn confirmed. “Perhaps when Naoka next sees her she can ask to borrow it. But this is not a matter for us to involve ourselves in, not unless it causes leads to the three of you being unable to fulfill our wishes as your Mistresses.”

When Gwendolyn looked back at Naoka the Kittaran spoke before the ghost girl could ask the question. “Of course I’ll ask for it,” she said. And I’ll ask why she wanted it, she thought, hoping the answer involved a desire to reconnect with her former lover.

“You’re dismissed now,” Selwyn told Gwendolyn.

“We’ll get to see each other soon,” Naoka told the ghost girl, her affectionate smile returned as Gwendolyn faded from sight.

With the thought of a future sensual encounter with the ghost girl filling her mind Naoka was reminded of just how painfully horny she was. Once Gwendolyn was out of sight Naoka turned her attention to her Mistresses. “You said I get a reward for being a good girl. What is it?” she asked, certain her reward would be the two women allowing and helping her cum.

Selwyn chuckled. “Our pet thinks too loudly. Perhaps her reward will disappoint her?”

“Perhaps, but only at first,” Madelynn told her partner. “Your reward is being allowed to company us to lunch.”

Naoka’s ears turned down in disappointment then perked back up. “I’ll get to have my ‘lunch’ as you have yours?”

“Perhaps,” Madelynn said evasively.

“Mainly you’ll be allowed to serve as the entertainment for our guests,” Selwyn told her. “The same important women Liedia introduced you to at the party.”

Naoka was still laying in the bed, Madelynn holding her wrists and keeping her pinned down. The Kittaran’s tail was partially below her, but enough was free that the way it vibrated and swished in excitement didn’t go without notice.

“See?” Madelyn asked as she let go of the girl’s wrists. “A proper reward for being such a good girl. But before we take you with us you’ll need an outfit change.”

“That’s right,” Selwyn agreed. “Something that will allow us to show her off while allowing our guests to make the most of the entertainment we’ll be providing.”

* * *

Naoka had been dressed in black thigh-high stockings, leaving it so the only other article of clothing she had on was her leather collar.

Once dressed they’d made her stand in front of the Mirror of Dhuarcain to see herself, pointing out all the ways the “outfit” made her pleasing to look at. The two women had caressed and touched her, describing all the ways they found every part of her body sexually pleasing both to look at and touch.

In the end it had been her thighs they’d spent the most time on. As their hands had tickled and caressed and grabbed the bare flesh between the top of the black stockings and her womanhood they’d made the girl move into different positions so she could see herself from many angles in the mirror.

“Such womanly thickness,” Madelynn had cooed approvingly as she ran her hands slowly up Naoka’s inner thighs. “Even on a girl as small and thin as you, these wonderfully soft curves remain.”

“Yes,” Selwyn had agreed. “Dense, womanly curves,” she told Naoka as she used her hands to trace the shape of the girl’s firm, perky backend. Her hands kept going, slipping under Naoka’s ass and to her thighs. “Curves. Soft womanly curves,” she cooed lovingly, delighting in the way Naoka responded.

“Poor thing,” Madelynn said as she nuzzled her face into Naoka’s neck. “Whimpering. Moaning in frustration as we torture her,” she added before kissing then nipping the girl’s neck.

“She loves it,” Selwyn laughed, running the tips of two fingers along Naoka’s swollen outer labia. “Cunt’s so wet it’s dripping all over our expensive rug. Girl’s so damp the air is musty with the smell of her pussy.”

Naoka shuddered and whimpered when the woman’s fingers slipped away from her womanhood. “I’m hungry to cum,” she whined pathetically.

“Patience,” Madelynn told her as she and Selwyn backed away from Naoka. “You must save your hunger for now. Our dear friends will be delighted to see you in such a state.”

Naoka wanted to please her Mistresses but after the prolonged teasing she couldn’t control herself. As soon as they stepped away from her one hand shot between her legs and the other to her chest. She let out a long, deep, indecent wail of frantic sexual frustration as she began to grab and massage her breast while furiously rubbing her damp pussy. With as worked up as she was she knew it would only take her moments before she got the relief she craved so violently.

“Bad girl,” Selwyn and Madelynn barked. They returned to her side with unexpected speed, each slapping one of her hands away from where it was.

 Naoka let out a confused, half barked half moaned response to the stinging pain of the two slaps. It had almost been enough to push her over the edge into climax, but the utterance of the phrase “bad girl” had ruined nearly all the heat she’d just built up.

“I can’t help myself,” Naoka moaned, voice full of honest dismay as her hands shot back to where they’d been moments before.

“Then we’ll help,” Madelynn told the girl, grabbing her wrists.

Naoka yelped in surprise as the woman pulled the Kittaran’s arms behind her back and held her wrists together. She struggled for a moment, needing to wiggle out a little more of the bubbling horny fire in her loins before she could calm herself. “Thank you, Mistress,” she panted.

“I think some rope is required,” Madelynn told Naoka. “Could you retrieve us some, my Dearest love?”

“Already doing so, dearest,” Selwyn replied, returning momentarily with a bundle of rope.

Madelynn held Naoka’s arms in place while Selwyn secured her wrists together.

“Not too tight?” Selwyn asked her.

“Perfectly tight,” Naoka told her, purring deeply as she shifted her arms to test the feel of the ropes out.

Naoka had been lightly purring since then, reveling in the sensation of having her arms tied behind her back. The small feeling of powerlessness had made the journey from her bedroom to the dining hall a delight.

Visually she had feasted on the sight of her Mistresses as they walked beside her. Both were dressed in skimpy, revealing lingerie that left all their “womanly curves” on display. After having been made so intimately aware of her own curves she found herself hyper-aware of both women’s far more substantial ones.

She longed for her hands to be free so she could caress and feel them up the way they had done to her. She imagined what it would be like to have them bound and helpless in a way that would allow her to feel both women’s plump backends, to experience the softness of their inner thighs, even to experience what it would be like running her hands from their outer thighs up their sides, tracing out the outline of their thickened hourglass silhouette.

Mostly, though, she stared and drooled at the sight of both women’s large breasts. Each wore an outfit that pushed their prominent breasts up and left much of their substantial bulk bare. Thanks to the state of heightened arousal Naoka was in the sight of them jiggling and bouncing as they walked left her drooling at the sight.

Both women were wearing high heels. For the first time Naoka noticed just what that did to a woman’s body, the way it made their ass stick out and positioned them to press their chest out. She’d thought at first it was silly they were wearing the impractical shoes while going about in what was little more than underwear, but now noticing the pleasing effects it had on how they stood she understood the appeal.

“She’s a right sloppy mess,” Madelynn chuckled as they arrived at their destination.

“Oh, yes, look at how she pants and drools,” Selwyn had replied with delight. “She’s drooled all over her chest,” she added, moving to wipe the moisture away.

“Leave it,” Madelynn said. “They’ll love the sight of it. They’ll love the sight of her, seeing how far she’s come along since they last got to see and play with her.”

“As always you’re right, my dearest love,” Selwyn told her. “You’ve always been better with people, always had a softer touch with them.”

“And you’ve always been better when a harsher touch is needed. Even when we were girls, remember those times?”

Naoka found the control to focus on their conversation. She thought about the painting she’d found of them and hoped they were about to reveal something of their past.

“I remember them, but I suspect my memories are a bit different from yours,” Selwyn replied. “You were always kind, but the rest of your family wasn’t.”

“You were her servant,” Naoka blurted out.

Selwyn cocked her head, giving the girl a quizzical look. “Was I?” She looked at Madelynn. “Is that how we met all those long years ago? Me some foreign girl, taken from her homeland and forced to become little more than a slave for some spoiled noblewoman. But not a cruel one like all the others, a wonderful girl that would help me discover my sexual truths and eventually became the love of my life?”

“It’s a good story,” Madelynn replied. “Smutty and with plenty of romantic intrigue. And tense drama when the noblewoman left her comfortable life to be with her servant turned lover! What adventures they must have had before becoming the wealthy, powerful women they now are.”

“But is the story a true one?” Selwyn asked. “Or is it just that, a story? Perhaps one planted,” she suggested, flashing Naoka a sinister grin. “Something to ensure those we enslave trust us more and don’t realize we’re actually monsters in disguise.”

“Ah, yes,” Madelynn added with a laugh. “Monsters like the villainesses in Terin’s Great Voyage. Sinister creatures up to no good and needing to be slain by enchanted swords.”

Selwyn met Naoka’s eyes, chuckling when she saw the confusion in them. “What do you think? Which story is true?”

“Oh, don’t ask her to make a choice yet,” Madelynn chided her partner playfully. “She still has too many mysteries to solve before she can decide.”

“This is a game you’re playing with me,” Naoka said suddenly.

“Oh?” Madelynn asked as she raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Naoka nodded. “Like the ones The Girl in the Mirror plays. It’s all harmless mischief. Sexy, and sometimes scary, but in the end harmless. It’s like the sex games we play, the bondage and submission. It’s all a show, a game, and in the end harmless.”

Madelynn stood in front of Naoka and cupped her chin, forcing her to look up into a suddenly serious face. “We do play many games here,” she told Naoka. “And most, in the end, are harmless. But not all. Best to remember that. And best to never assume ANY of The Girl in the Mirror’s games are harmless.”

“She’s a spiteful little brat,” Selwyn added. “She hides her anger and pain well, but there’s darkness in her cursed heart, darkness that can quickly turn mischief into willful harm to others.”

Madelynn kept her eyes locked on Naoka’s. “Fall in love freely with anyone in our manor,” she said seriously. “With us, with our servant girls, with lovely Liedia, even with the tragic ghost we’ve set to spying on you. But do not fall for The Girl in the Mirror’s false charms.”

“She’s not a true ghost,” Selwyn continued. “Not a specter clinging to the world of the living by choice. She lives a cursed existence for a great crime against one of the foundational powers of Alaria. Do not trust her.”

“Then why do you have her?” Naoka asked, feeling more confused than ever. “Why leave her in my room?”

“She’s useful,” Madelynn told her, releasing the girl’s chin and stroking her cheek reassuringly. “She records the games we play with the special guests we allow to stay in that room. And she helps provide mysteries.”

“And those build power,” Selwyn added.

“Yes. And she provides other services,” Madelynn added. She pointed behind Naoka. “Look,” she commanded.

Naoka turned around and discovered that the painting of Dunla Dhuarcain hung on the wall. She was certain it hadn’t been there when they had arrived, but aside from an initial moment of shock Naoka was not bothered by the painting’s sudden arrival. Mysterious magic leading to convenient discoveries was just part of being in the manor.

Madelynn and Selwyn each put a hand on one of Naoka’s shoulders and walked her closer to the painting. “Did you notice the reflection in the Mirror Sword when this painting last revealed itself to you?” Madelynn asked.

Naoka made note of the wording the woman chose. Perhaps it was just part of one of the games they were playing, but the implication was clear: they did not control when things in the manor appeared, at least not fully.

“Yes,” Naoka said as she stared at the sinister reflection in the sword. Perhaps it was the tense seriousness of the conversation, but Naoka felt the presence of that color-drained face was far more sinister than when she’d last seen it.

“Dunla was the girl,” Madelynn explained. “And she committed a great crime, one she was severely punished for. But the punishment was not forced on her, she had to choose it. She chose to walk into her mirror, selfishly thinking the choice would save her and not caring that the one offering the choice warned her she would regret it.”

“What led to her stepping through the mirror is a mystery for you to puzzle out,” Selwyn continued. “But we will reveal one thing. It is only her soul that was brought to ‘safety’ inside the mirror, and once there it was torn apart into countless pieces and spread across Alaria.”

“Why?” Naoka asked, unsure if what she was being told was true but intent on hearing the tale out regardless.

“Because all choices have consequences,” Madelynn explained. “One was that the pieces of her soul would have to spend eternity serving the power the girl had wronged. Another was that she lost part of herself.”

“Her body got left behind,” Selwyn explained, voice cold and containing what Naoka thought was a hint of fear. “And it got to keep the name. That’s why she’s just The Girl in the Mirror.”

“Look at the reflection,” Madelynn commanded. “It’s the body. It got to keep the name but nothing else of the girl remained. Yet it was as cursed as the pieces of her soul scattered across Alaria, cursed with eternity but given no purpose.”

“Cursed with a life that has left it even more spiteful and angry than the pieces of the girl’s soul,” Selwyn declared. “Cursed to have only blood and ash. The body became a force of nature, one that has haunted Alaria longer than we have. It became a terror that brings eternal night wherever it goes, and wherever it goes it tries to sate its never-ending hunger.”

“But it finds only blood and ash,” Madelynn said as she picked up the story. “Immortal, as powerful as a demigod, and filled with cold spiteful rage. The Terror of the Eternal Night is a demon that haunts Alaria. Some think it only a legend to scare young ones, but we know it’s real.”

“We’ve faced it,” Selwyn declared, voice shaking as if the memory of that meeting still shook her. “Held captive for a time that we barely survived. Even if we are monsters, we’re nothing like THAT thing. Even as our power grew we always feared the body that kept the name, having seen the horrors its presence causes.”

“So in our travels,” Madelyn continued, “as we built our power through the discovery and seeding of mysteries we always searched for a way to protect ourselves from The Terror of the Eternal Night, fearing it might one day come for us.”

“We eventually found something,” Selwyn picked back up. “Discovered The Girl in the Mirror and her purpose.”

“What is it?” Naoka asked, so rapt with attention that she was short of breath and had forgotten all about how painfully horny she was.

“The Terror of the Eternal Night fears nothing, nothing but the splintered pieces of its soul. It won’t go near them, letting them act as wards to keep the Terror away. This is something the owners of the Mirrors of Dhuarcain find most useful as The Terror of the Eternal Night is obsessed with killing them.”

“We stole our Mirror of Dhuarcain from its original owner,” Selwyn explained. “It was not easy, the owner is… a force of nature, although they do not often seem so when encountered.”

“But wouldn’t stealing the mirror away doom the owner?” Naoka asked, trying to remember pieces of puzzles she’d been given and put them together. If what she was being told was true then the witch she’d seen in her dream, the one the white door led to, was the rightful owner of the Mirror of Dhuarcain.

“Not doomed, only endangered,” Madelynn told Naoka. “If stolen a new mirror will eventually appear in the owner’s home. During that time the Terror could strike, but we ensured it was residing in a distant land at the time.”

“We would not be responsible for killing one of the witches,” Selwyn said darkly, seeming to confirm they were talking about who Naoka thought they were talking about. “We would not dare anything that could lead to us meeting the kind of fate Dunla Dhuarcain met.”

“And with her presence here in our manor we ensure not just us, but the entire city, will remain safe from the Terror,” Madelynn told Naoka. “It will not come near, not even close. Which is good because the Terror might one day decide to come for us.”

“Because you escaped her?”

“It,” Madelynn corrected Naoka. “The body is not a girl, it is a monster. A REAL monster, not like anything you’ll encounter in our manor. But no, not because we escaped. It honestly did not care either way when we took our leave from the place where it resided. See, we’d entertained it for a time.”

“Then it grew bored of us,” Selwyn continued. “We were no longer its prisoners, not really. So we took our leave, but as we did we stole something.”

“And if the Terror ever realizes we have the Mirror Sword it will want to reclaim it.”

Naoka looked then not at the reflection in the sword but at the sword itself. “The Mirror Sword is what The Girl in the Mirror wants me to find, isn’t it?”

“Perhaps,” Madelynn said evasively. The serious tone that had been in her voice melting away. “Or perhaps this is all just another game.”

“Another mystery to help build our power,” Selwyn said.

Naoka thought the woman sounded much like The Girl in the Mirror then, her voice full of mischief that might be more than the lighthearted fun it first seemed to be.

Feeling they were in a mood to answer questions, but that the mood might soon end, she asked a question that had remained in the back of her head since her last encounter with The Girl in the Mirror. “What would happen if I let her pull me into her mirror?”

“Never find out,” Madelyn said, the dark serious tone returning. “If you believe only one thing we’ve just told you believe THAT.”

“I fear our dark warnings have ruined the state the girl was in,” Selwyn sighed after Madelyn’s warning hung cold in the air for a time.

Madelynn shrugged as both women removed their hands from Naoka’s shoulders. “Do not worry, my dearest love. She’s a Kittaran hard in heat who’s spent the morning denying herself any orgasms. She’ll be back in the state she was in when we arrived as soon as their greedy paws are all over her.”

“They’ll enjoy that,” Selwyn said. “Maybe even more than if she was presented to them as she was.”

“What is expected of me?” Naoka asked as she turned away from the painting and looked at the door they were standing outside of. “What happens when we go inside?”

“Our dear friends will be waiting,” Madelynn explained. “We all shall have a wonderful lunch as we discuss our various evil plots,” she said, winking at Naoka.

The Kittaran furrowed her brow, unsure if the wink was meant to convey that the comment had been only a joke or if it was a sly acknowledgment of its truth.

“You’ll be presented to them and act as their entertainment during the lunch,” Madelynn continued. “We will tell them they can do as they please with you, but that they must share.”

Naoka’s tail vibrated in excitement. “This IS a treat,” she declared, bouncing a little in eagerness. The desire for sexual stimulation and the painful need for release through climax was quickly returning to her, muddling her mind with desire.

“Are you ready, little one?”

“Yes,” Naoka said eagerly. “So very ready.”

* * *

The long oval-shaped table in the center of the ornate dining room had space to easily fit at least ten chairs, but only six were present. Madelynn sat at one head of the table, with Selwyn sitting at the other end. Along the long sides of the table sat the four other women, the merchant noblewoman Estrid Trudottir and the Guard Captain Sylvia Thrundlin on one side with the Priestess Astani and the Headmistress Madam Phillipia on the other.

The center of the table was covered in vases of fresh flowers and a wide array of food that the guests, but not Selwyn and Madelynn, casually picked at throughout the lunch.

The women had already begun their meal and were in deep conversation when Naoka and her Mistresses entered the dining room. They’d all stood on their arrival, bowing as though Madelynn and Selwyn were royalty.

They graciously accepted the honor before explaining Naoka would be their entertainment during the lunch. “You may do anything you wish to the girl,” they had explained as the women clamored eagerly. “But you must share. Do not keep her for too long before passing her along.”

As her Mistresses had taken their seats they’d handed Naoka off to Estrid, who sat neatest Madelyn. “A pleasure to see you again after so long,” the stern, older blond woman said as she pushed her chair out before patting her lap. “Come, sit, I wish to feel the warmth of that perky little ass of yours on my lap.”

 Naoka eagerly sat in the woman’s lap, enjoying the way the fur she wore around her neck tickled her bare skin as it brushed up against her. “It hasn’t been so long since you saw me,” Naoka told her, confused by the woman’s comment.

The woman gave her an amused look then glanced at the others. “Poor things confused,” she declared. “The party we met her at was nearly a month ago!” She looked at Madelynn. “What have you been doing to the poor girl to make her confused so?”

“Oh, many delightfully terrible things,” Madelyn said cheerily as the other women sitting around the table laughed.

“No,” Naoka said, brow furrowed and furry ears turned down slightly. “No, it was just last night… wasn’t it?” she asked, suddenly uncertain.

So much had happened since then, she thought, how could it have been just one night? The harder she tried to remember all that had happened since that night the less certain she was of how much time had passed. Days? Maybe. But weeks?

Time moves differently here, she remembered. She’d understood that to mean days feeling longer or shorter than they should, but to have missed whole weeks those outside of the manor had experienced?

“You needn’t think so hard about it,” Estrid told Naoka. “Thinking isn’t what you’re for. You’re our entertainment, remember?” she asked, slipping a hand between Naoka’s legs.

The feel of her coarse, callus-covered fingers slipping between the soft flesh of her thighs was all Naoka needed to forget all about her confusion about how much time had passed. She moaned, face flushing prettily, and leaned into the woman.

“See? This is much better,” she told Naoka as the girl parted her legs so the woman’s hand could move closer to her womanhood. When she touched her there she exclaimed, “She’s a wet mess already! Is that why our gracious hosts were tardy in joining us?”

Naoka panted and moaned softly as the woman played with her pussy, for a few moments so overtaken with the joy of the sexual attention she couldn’t follow the conversation being carried on.

The woman’s hands were firm but skilled. They worked her quickly towards release, pushing Naoka over the edge when she slid two fingers into her sopping wet hole.

Naoka let out a shuddering moan of release, melting into the woman’s arm after she pulled her fingers out of the Kittaran. Naoka leaned into the woman, panting and grinning madly at how much the orgasm had eased the mental and physical pain she’d been feeling. It hadn’t removed the mental fog muddling her mind, but in her bliss she barely noticed.

“One,” Selwyn declared loudly, voice cold.

Naoka, eyes heavily drooping from the bliss of release, looked across the large table at her. The word seemed important, but her muddled mind couldn’t quite place why.

“Pass her along, Estrid,” the Guard Captain Sylvia demanded. “I’m eager to find out how quickly the tasty little stray can be brought to climax again. I’ve heard it’s pantie-wettingly easy for a Kittaran in heat.”

“Up with you,” Estrid said, helping Naoka to her feet. It was something required, not just because she was weak from her orgasm, but because her hands were still tied behind her back. The woman slapped the girl on the ass once she was up, sending her on her way.

Naoka, weak-legged and still in a post-orgasmic haze, stumbled toward the Guard Captain. For a moment fear filled her as she tripped and tumbled. With her arms tied behind her back she’d not be able to break her fall. But Sylvia caught her, bending her face down over her lap.

“I see she’s put on some healthy weight,” she told Selwyn, who she was sitting closest to, as she caressed and felt up Naoka’s backend. “Not a lot, but enough that she no longer looks quite like the half-starved stray she was when you took her in.”

“We’ve taken good care of her,” Selwyn told the Guard Captain as she continued to feel up Naoka’s backend. “She’s fed regularly, but not enough to fatten her up too much. She needed some healthy meat on her, but we’ve no intention of thickening her out any further. She’s perfect the way she is.”

“That she is,” Sylvia said as she slid her middle finger through Naoka’s ass crack, starting at the top then working her way down. “Open for me, little stray,” she commanded.

Naoka, moaning appreciatively as the woman’s fingers passed teasingly over her asshole, spread her legs.

Sylvia reached under Naoka to find her pussy. “Fuck she’s wet,” she declared, slipping two fingers easily into the girl.

The Kittaran moaned louder then groaned out a whimper of frustration when the woman pulled her fingers out of her almost as quickly as she’d slid them in.

“And she’s fucking delicious,” Sylvia declared after noisily sucking her fingers clean. Naoka moaned appreciatively when the woman returned her fingers to where they’d been moments before. “I’ll never stop kicking myself for overlooking a delight like you,” she told Naoka as she fingered her.

“We’re more than happy to share,” Selwyn told the woman. “Especially with women as important and useful as you all.”

“Ah, so we finally come to it,” Sylvia said, looking away from Naoka but continuing to absentmindedly finger the girl. “You’ve spent months, or in some cases years, doing us all favors. Hosting balls and parties. Ensuring there are frequent lesbian orgies for us and our closest friends, allies, and servants. And now it’s time to begin returning the favor, is that what this lunch is about?”

Naoka moaned and wiggled in the woman’s lap, tail lashing wildly. The conversation had taken a turn that she wanted to listen to, but she was finding it difficult to do so. Thanks to having been in a state of sexual denial for so long even after cumming her body was heightened to pleasure. The woman was skilled with her fingers, but Naoka suspected even if she hadn’t been she’d soon have been rocketing towards release.

The closer to climax she got the harder it was to focus on anything but the building pleasure, ensuring she lost track of the conversation. It wasn’t until after the Guard Captain made her cum that her mind cleared enough to focus on what was being said.

“Two,” was the first word she heard. Selwyn had spoken it loudly and with a voice full of dark menace, yet the strange proclamation was met with laughs from the women at the table.

“Pass her along,” Naoka heard someone say impatiently.

Naoka was helped to her feet and pushed towards Selwyn. Her Mistress grabbed her, pulling her down and stroking the Kittaran’s cheek. “Having a lovely time, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she told the woman, eyes darting between her intense dark eyes and her full lips. “Will you kiss me, Mistress?”

Selwyn replied by pulling the girl into her lap and wrapping her arms around Naoka. She kissed her hard, her tongue invading her mouth as her hands grabbed and groped and teased her body in a sensual whirlwind that left Naoka panting into the woman’s mouth.

“Go on then,” Selwyn told Naoka after forcing the girl onto her feet. “To our next guest.”

Naoka stumbled to her, feeling almost too dizzy to stand. She was confused, frazzled, and swimming in a sea of arousal. Her two orgasms had each only cleared her mind briefly and she soon found herself as horny and mentally lost as she’d felt after edging.

“Kittaran biology is so interesting,” Madam Phillipia declared as she grabbed hold of Naoka and sat the girl on her lap.

She reached around the girl’s lithe body and grabbed her small breasts, gently playing with them till the girl was moaning softly. Once Naoka seemed to expect the tenderness to continue the woman found her nipples. She pinched and twisted hard to make Naoka gasp, yelp, and moan in delighted pain.

“Their bodies, when in heat, react so strongly to sexual stimuli,” she added as she continued to torment Naoka’s nipples in a way the girl found most pleasing. “Constant pressure building into a painful need for sexual stimulation and release. Give it and their minds clear for a short time, but the mind-muddling pressure always soon returns.

“But here’s the interesting part, orgasm denial intensifies this muddling of the mind. Deny a Kittaran release for prolonged times, especially if that denial involves sexual stimulation, and their biology goes haywire. The normal mind-clearing that sexual climax brings stops. Oh, they’ll feel a few minutes of clarity at the most, but once orgasm-starved enough making them cum just makes them dumber and hornier.”

The women at the table applauded as if they were students who had just sat through one of the headmistress’ lectures.

“You like pain, don’t you?” Madam Phillipia whispered into one of Naoka’s furry cat ears.

“Yes,” she gasped as the woman pinched and twisted her nipples particularly hard. “If I keep going you’re going to cum, aren’t you?”

“Yesssssss,” Naoka yawled as the woman yanked her nipples down hard enough to send her over the edge. Her body convulsed as the woman held Naoka’s nipples stretched down, grinding the overly sensitive nubs between her fingers.

“There’s a good girl,” Madam Phillipia cooed when she released her grip on Naoka. The girl, still convulsing, went limp and started to fall over. The Headmistress caught her, laughing sinisterly. “Or are you?”

“Am… a good girl…” Naoka gasped, mind steel reeling from the forced pleasure of the pain-induced orgasm. Her nipples ached in a way that left her purring deeply and she was eager for more.

“Three,” Selwyn declared.

Naoka couldn’t understand. Why was she counting? WHAT was she counting? Everything was so hazy. Her mind felt muggy, clouded with a swirling mix of desire, sated pleasure, and desire for more.

“Pass the girl along,” someone said.

Naoka felt like she was floating, unsure if she was carried to the next woman or if she stumbled there on her own. It took her some time to understand what happened after that. Soft, comforting touches kept her addled mind muggy. Fingers running through her long hair kept her purring. Tender, loving kisses on the nape of her neck ensured heat kept building.

Through the haze snippets of conversation came to her.

“The men must not know what we have planned.”

“How could they when WE don’t know what you two have planned!”

“We mean to change this city, make it a haven for women.”

“It’s not such a bad place.”

“No, but there are too many men. We’d prefer that changed.”

At one point Naoka was shifted. She’d been sitting in someone’s lap, her back pressed against them. Now she sat sideways, one of the woman’s arms behind her holding her up and the other spreading Naoka’s legs open. “Loyalty and love, little one,” the woman told Naoka as she started playing with the girl’s pussy.

It was then that Naoka was able to part the mental fog and recognize who the stunningly beautiful woman playing with her was. It was Astani, the Priestess of Inera. It had been her kind and affectionate touches that had kept her bobbing up and down in the sea-like haze of confused arousal for so long.

“The others have been quite greedy and cruel with your deliciously desirable young body. I wish to give you respite before passing you along.”

Someone at the table laughed. “And if you bring her peace her future torments can be felt more acutely.”

“There is that,” Astani admitted as she gently played with Naoka’s pussy. Her fingers danced on and in her womanhood, wet squelching sounds helping keep Naoka aware of what a mess she was down there.

“Lean into me,” Astani told Naoka. “Relax and enjoy. I’ll build you slowly to climax and you just luxuriate in the loving carnal attention. Go limp. Let your muscles relax. Let your mind go blank. Just be calm and enjoy.”

Naoka’s only reply was to moan softly in appreciation. She did as the woman wanted, letting her boy go limp and letting her mind go blank. It was like floating on a calm sea of pleasure, heat flowing under and around her. It allowed her mind to clear a bit, allowed her to once more follow snippets of the conversation the women were having.

“It can’t be done. No spell or enchantment could do to a whole city what you’ve done to your manor.”

“That’s not true. There is a place where just what we intend has been done. The island haven of Altam.”

“Altam? That’s just a legend!”

“It isn’t. I’ve read firsthand accounts of it.”

“And we’ve been there. We learned many of its secrets. We intend to reproduce the magic that protects it here in Grayburn.”

As Naoka floated on the sea of warm pleasure Astani’s skilled fingers were bringing her the conversation brought images of the sea to Naoka’s mind. She saw an island, a rocky spire rising from the ocean with a city built in terraced rows on it. A name came to her, one they had just spoken and she’d seen before.

Altam, Naoka thought. I saw a painting of the place, the Island haven of Altam.

The thought had started her mind somewhere that was quickly interrupted. “You’ve had her long enough,” some said.

“Too true,” Astani admitted. “I’ve been most selfish. Let me finish the little delight off then I’ll pass her along.”

It took her mere moments to bring Naoka to climax. Being kept at a simmer for so long made the orgasm more explosive than the last few. Naoka lost track of everything for a time. There was only pleasure and confusion, along with one chilling spoken word that penetrated the haze. “Four.”

The next time Naoka was aware enough of her surroundings to understand what was happening she found herself bent over the table.

Someone had their face pressed into her ass. They held her cheeks open and were noisily eating her ass. Naoka moaned and drooled, overwhelmed by the intense sensations of the woman’s tongue licking, twisting, and pressing into her puckered hole. Sometimes she’d move lower, eating her pussy, but always she’d return to her asshole before long.

“Such a filthy stray,” the woman at one point told Naoka when pulling away long enough to speak.

Sylvia the Guard Captain, Naoka thought as she managed to place first her voice then the unique feel of her grip on her ass.

“But you’re Mistresses have cleaned you up so nicely. They’ve washed away the filth of the streets and left only the tastiness of the natural filth of your nubile young body. Even the filthiest parts of you are now a delight to feast on,” she declared before returning to eating out Naoka’s ass.

She came not long after that, the mental fog it caused parting only for one thing.

“Five.” Selwyn had said the word. Naoka knew that, but each time the rising count was sounded she found herself less able to understand what it meant.

Naoka found herself on the table once more, bent over on her hands and knees while someone pounded her cunt with three fingers from behind. The conversation continued, the finger-pounding Naoka was happily suffering through ensuring she only understood bits and pieces of it.

“If this is our goal we’ll all need to be careful. If the men discovered what we planned…”

“We’ll use our power and influence to lessen the power and influence of the important men in the city. By the time Selwyn and Madelynn are ready to cast the enchantment on the city we’ll be ready.”

“I’ll ensure more of the male guards are replaced by women.”

“Things can be done to lessen the financial influence of male-led noble families. Doing so will make space for more female-led ones. I’ll feel out which ones would be receptive to living without men in the city, see who can be brought into the fold.”

“The spoiled noblewomen who want so desperately to have their daughters attend my school can be coerced and tricked into undermining the men in their lives.”

“There are male deities whose influence will need to be lessened. I’ve always felt doing so was a worthy goal, I’ll ensure my followers double their efforts.”

Naoka came again, the ominous calling out of the word “Six” all the girl was fully aware of till she came again. “Seven,” she heard, struggling to swim in the sea of pleasure as she was passed around the table.

It was becoming too much. Hands all over her, caressing, grabbing, pinching, slapping, and rubbing her most sensitive of places followed by fingers slipping inside of her to do wonderful things. Mouths of every woman. Kissing her. Licking her. Locked around her nipples and sucking. Mouths on her pussy. Licking. Sucking. Tongues invading her sopping wet hole.

Through it all she endured a series of wonderful orgasms, each followed by Selwyn ominously counting.

“Eight.”

“Nine.”

“Ten.”

“Eleven.”

By the time it was over Naoka sat in Madelynn’s lap, her Mistress holding her while running her hands through her sweat-soaked hair. “A little aftercare after enduring so much,” she cooed to Naoka.

The Kittaran was sore, exhausted, and so very happy. She lay limp in Madelynn’s arms, her face buried in the woman’s large breasts as she purred contentedly. “I was a very good girl,” she sighed. “The best entertainment I could provide to your friends.”

Multiple women laughing in amusement caught her off guard. She’d not realized the four women were still present. She had a vague memory of their meeting coming to an end, each given tasks to carry out the master plot she’d not been able to follow close enough to understand.

“The little treat was wonderful,” one of them said. “Thank you for providing her.”

“But she was not as good of a girl as she thinks,” Selwyn declared sternly.

Naoka looked up at Madelynn, confusion on her tired face. “What does she mean?” she asked Madelynn. “What did I do wrong? I let them do everything to me.”

“What is your first rule, little one?”

Naoka’s ears fell nearly flat in dismay. “Do not cum without permission,” she whispered as she buried her face in her Mistress’ breasts in shame.

“Eleven times,” Selwyn declared. “You came eleven times without permission.”

The women at the table all laughed.

“The little sluts in big trouble,” one of them said.

“She’ll need to be severely punished,” another added.

“What fun! If only we could be there for that.”

“I think that could be arranged,” Selwyn told the woman. “What do you think, my dearest love? Should we let one of our dear friends join us as Naoka is given her punishments?”

“We did promise them all a little time with her eventually,” Madelynn answered as she continued to hold and pet Naoka reassuringly. She made Naoka look up at her. “And I think a fitting part of our pet’s punishment should be choosing which woman will help decide and take part in how she’s disciplined.”

“Yes,” Selwyn agreed. “Let the pet decide.”

“Well?” Madelynn asked. “Who will it be?”

Naoka turned and looked at the four women sitting around the table. All looked eager for the chance to help punish her. That eagerness filled Naoka with a rush of arousal that caught her off guard. She was exhausted, sore, and she’d thought she was beyond being sexually sated. But looking out on them, imagining how each would choose to punish her she felt eager and ready for more.

 Choosing would be the hard part. Which did she want? Estrid, the stern noblewoman merchant with her strong, callused hands? Sylvia the Guard Captain with her swaggering confidence? Madam Phillipia, the cruel and insidious Headmistress? Or Astani, the kind Priestess of Inera that managed to be as wonderfully domineering as all the rest?

---

Who shall Naoka choose to help punish her? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)

How will her punishment be doled out (keeping in mind whatever is chosen will be altered slightly to match the woman helping)? (Choose up 6 options from this poll)