Below the break you’ll find the newest entry for the lesbian BDSM romance “Stray Cat”, or you can read the story in its entirety HERE.
Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is a smaller entry at just under 4,000 words that continues the sex scene the story was in the middle of. There continues to be orgasm denial, this time delivered through the use of an intense vibrator.
Madelynn, still looming over Naoka, gave Selwyn a sly look. “Our dear friend doesn’t seem to realize what monsters we are. Perhaps we need to show her?”
A moment later Selwyn was behind Madelynn, arms wrapped around the woman’s thick waist. “Yes, my dearest love, I think the pretty blond priestess AND our pet need to be shown what monsters we are!”
With a nod of approval Madelynn went on. “For the precious, sweet, always carnally hungry little stray we’ve taken in IS destined to be a heroine and she IS on a great journey.”
“And perhaps we’re the sensual monsters she’s fated to face off against when her story reaches its climax,” Selwyn said as her dusky-skinned hands wandered her partner’s luscious curves. “Till then I think the pretty kitty needs to suffer through plenty of other climaxes to ensure she understands just how wicked we can be.”
If not for the theatrical tone the two women were speaking in Naoka might have thought they were being serious. A glance at Astani told Naoka the Priestess certainly thought they were just playing around, at worse making fun of Naoka and at best beginning to build heat as the scene they were playing out changed a bit from what it had been into whatever it was now becoming.
Yet there was a part of Naoka that wondered. Things in her Mistresses’ manor seemed to come wrapped in layers. Layers of theatrical scariness hiding sensual fun. But sometimes the fun and the sensuality hid things too. There were REAL Mysteries here. Ominous ones with real stakes Naoka’s limited life experiences didn’t allow her to understand.
“We’re taking full control of the scene,” Selwyn declared as she let go of her partner’s breasts so she could step out from behind her. “We’re monsters now, revealed in all our might and horror, and the little heroine is our captive,” she declared, grabbing Naoka’s arm and wrenching her away from Astani then pulling her to her feet.
Naoka’s tail lashed out, stroking Astani’s leg as the woman sat up as if to grab and protect Naoka. She met the Priestess’ eyes and grinned, trying to express that she trusted her Mistresses and wanted Astani to play along with whatever this was.
“Yes,” Madelynn declared, grabbing Naoka’s other arm to help drag the delighted Kittaran away from Astani. The Kittaran went limp, trusting the two women to support her weight and letting her feet drag on the ground behind her as they pulled her away. “She’s our captive and the pretty Priestess can’t do anything about it! In fact, she’ll PAY for having tried to aid the heroine in foiling our fiendish plot,” the woman declared with a theatrically fiendish laugh.
The laugh more than Naoka’s look seemed to put Astani at ease. She rose from her altar throne and followed after the other three with a hand on her upper chest in a display of mock horror. “No, please, don’t hurt the poor girl! She’s an innocent! Do whatever fiendish thing you had planned to ME instead!”
Selwyn threw her head back and let out an evil cackle that Naoka thought sounded perhaps a little too sincere. Since she was being dragged facing away from them and looking back at Astani Naoka was able to watch the woman’s face, studying her response to everything her Mistresses did. It was clear the Priestess seemed not to think there was anything menacing going on, that this was all just a game.
“Oh, pretty priestess, don’t worry,” Selwyn said after her cackle ended. “You’ll suffer along with the captive heroine, suffer FAR worse in fact!”
Although there had been a hint of sincerity in Selwyn that had made Naoka’s tail lash in anxious agitation she was enjoying this all. Her excitement was rising and she was eager to find out what ‘fiendish’ things her Mistresses had in store for her and the Priestess magically bound to her.
“We’ve worshiped in this temple, but what about a sacrifice?” Madelynn asked. She threw out the hand she wasn’t using to drag Naoka behind her, sending out a wave of shimmering magic.
Naoka was being pulled along behind them facing Astani, not the direction her Mistresses were looking. She’d been enjoying the position, been enjoying the mock helplessness coming from not being able to see where they were taking her. And she’d VERY much been enjoying watching Astani following them, her pretty, normally serene face a mix of pretend concern and real excitement.
The Kittaran had planned on keeping her eyes on the woman, intent on watching her react to whatever her Mistresses did to her. Astani was already reaching up to grab and stroke her upper arms, a reminder she felt Selwyn and Madelynn’s firm grip as acutely as Naoka did. Naoka had wanted to NOT know what she was being dragged to, wanted to try and guess helped along by Astani’s reactions to what her Mistresses were doing behind her.
But the clear sensation of a blast of magic as powerful as Madelynn had sent flying was something Naoka couldn’t ignore. Although she feared it would spoil the surprise she HAD to twist her head around and see what wonderful, cruel thing her Mistress had used her magic for.
The girl turned just in time to see the wave of shimmering magic enveloping something in a sparkling haze. The shimmering haze obscured whatever the thing was, although Naoka suspected it was some kind of BDSM furniture. A sawhorse perhaps? She’d seen one earlier, hadn’t she? With lovely leather padding colored and patterned to make it feel like it fit in the faux temple of Inera.
She watched, ears perked up and twisted to point at the cloud of shimmering magic, as the obscured thing shifted. For a few moments it was like a blob of paint being smeared this way and that. Then, in a startling snap that reminded her of the strange disorienting feeling she’d experienced when the whole room had taken the shape of the fake temple, the blob became a bed-shaped altar complete with leather bondage straps.
Naoka purred deep and loud as her tail quivered in excitement. “Are you going to strap me to it? Are you going to ‘sacrifice’ me to Inera?”
“Oh, yes, pet. The brave, captive heroine is going to be strapped down and made even more helpless,” Selwyn cooed as she and Madelynn pulled Naoka to her feet and twisted her around to face the altar.
Madelynn released her grip on Naoka, allowing Selwyn to take full control of pulling the excited Kittaran onto the altar. She loomed nearby, stepping close once Selwyn got Naoka onto her back. Naoka purred and leaned into her Mistress’ touch as the woman stroked her head and petted one of her furry ears.
“Strapped down, yes,” she agreed as Selwyn began securing and tightening leather bondage straps to Naoka’s wrists and ankles. “But YOU won’t be sacrificed to the Priestess’ goddess, your pleasure will. Thanks to these glyphs of orgasm denial I put on you the mighty heroine will have her orgasms robbed, while the pretty Priestess will feel them all. Your sacrifice will be her gain.”
Naoka purred. She wiggled eagerly. She looked from domineering woman to woman, eager to discover just how they planned on working her to the orgasms she’d have stolen. Would they use their mouths? Their hands? Toys? Would Astani be made to help?
As Selwyn secured the last of the straps ensuring Naoka couldn’t do more than vainly wiggle her body the young Kittaran thought about the mock sacrifice. She knew this was just a game, that the sacrificial aspect of the scene they were playing out was supposed to be make-believe, but she wondered.
Worshiping Inera through the worshiping of Astani’s body had been real, Naoka remembered, purring louder. So why wouldn’t this be as well?
With Selwyn’s work done the woman took up a position by Naoka’s feet, looming over the sacrificial altar. She leaned forward slightly, bracing her hands near Naoka’s bound ankles. “The heroine is now completely helpless and prepared to be sacrificed,” she declared, sneering evilly at the girl so convincingly Naoka’s ears went flat and she lost a bit of the fun heat that had been building.
Madelynn, who was still stroking and petting Naoka, leaned down to whisper in one of her downturned furry cat ears. “Helpless, yes, but our pet must remember she’s never powerless with her Mistresses. She ALWAYS has power here. The power of her safeword, the power to pause or end anything should that be needed.”
The words of reassurance were exactly what Naoka needed in the moment. “Thank you, Mistress,” Naoka whispered as her body eased. The flash of real fear washed away, allowing the heat to start rising again. Suddenly she was acutely aware of both her Mistresses’ bodies. The way both were looming and partially bending over her left their magnificently large breasts positioned in ways that left her whole body vibrating with carnal excitement.
It occurred to her then that she had no clear memories of being allowed to do more than just drool over her Mistresses’ breasts. Just doing so was enough for her, yet there was that part of her that always wanted more… The way Madelynn loomed over her… If she hadn’t been wearing the skimpy outfit that was little more than lingerie her tits would have practically been hanging in Naoka’s face.
Naoka closed her eyes, imagining what that would have been like. Imagining what it would have been like if they WERE hanging in her face, their warm softness maybe even resting on her. She wiggled and purred, opening her mouth and flicking her tongue out then pretended to suck on an imaginary nipple that was only there in her mind.
“Maybe later, pet,” Madelynn cooed softly as she stroked Naoka’s cheek while running the fingers of her other hand through the girl’s hair. “A lovely treat that might need to be given as part of your aftercare. But you’ve much to endure before then. Nine more denied orgasms, remember?”
Naoka’s eyes fluttered open. “I remember, Mistress,” she said, purring louder.
“Nine sacrifices to be given,” Selwyn declared loudly, drawing all attention to herself.
Naoka saw that her little fantasy had given her Mistress the time she needed to retrieve a toy that was going to be used in their mock sacrifice. The sight of it startled and excited the excitable Kittaran. It looked like a heavy-duty mix of magic wand and sex toy, with a bulbous end made of a magic material that would feel firm yet soft against her body.
When the item was activated it would vibrate, she was certain of that. But HOW am I so certain? Have I had one of these used on me before? Naoka tried to pull memories to the front of her mind, but once more had that disorienting feeling of all her memories turning to mist as she tried to grab hold of them. What had and hadn’t happened during her time in the mansion was mist, a shifting confusion of sensual delights and mysteries that only came into focus when they needed to.
It WILL vibrate, Naoka told herself, certain even if she wasn’t sure WHY she was so certain. And the vibrations will be intense, REALLY intense. Again, she wasn’t sure WHY she was so certain. Perhaps not from direct experience… Maybe it was a thing she’d seen used on one of the servant girls? Or maybe she’d seen it in a dream?
Doesn’t matter, she told herself as she quivered in excitement tinged with a hint of fear. It’s going to be powerful. Intense. It’s going to bring me to climax almost instantly. And the pleasure won’t stop, not while it’s still pressed on my body. I’ll barely be able to endure it!
Her whole body was vibrating, the expectation and fear building, all mixed with exciting dread from how painfully frustrating having the orgasms denied was going to be.
A soft, warm tingling against her pussy snapped Naoka out of her thoughts. She thought for a moment that one of her Mistresses had started touching her, perhaps to help warm her up before turning the magic wand on and beginning her torments. But Madelynn and Selwyn were still where they had been, one stroking her hair and ears reassuringly and the other looming menacingly by her feet with the intimidating sex toy held up to build tension.
“Poor thing really does think far too loud,” Astani said in a breathy voice. Naoka, who had momentarily forgotten the woman was there, looked at her and realized what she was feeling. The Priestess was leaning against a nearby pillar, once more flush and breathy as she lightly played with herself. That’s what Naoka was feeling through the glyphs of love and bonding the Priestess had put on them.
“Far too loud, bet we adore her for it,” Madelynn said, stroking Naoka in a way that made it clear she was sincerely praising the girl and not mocking her.
“Did you do that to her?” Astani asked. Naoka wiggled and moaned as the woman started rubbing at herself more vigorously, suggesting the Priestess found the accusation at least a little arousing.
“Wish we could take credit for it, but that’s the way our pet came to us,” Madelynn told the Priestess.
“But her memories. Her mind. The mist in there. The confusion. THAT’S you,” Astani accused.
This time there was no doubt the accusation turned the Priestess on. After spitting it out she’d arched her back slightly and thrown her chest out while teasing her opening with a finger. It made Naoka purr and wiggle more vigorously, delighted by the bit of extra heat as she kept her eyes on the toy Selwyn was keeping in sight as a reminder of what was going to happen once this little distraction had passed.
“Yes and no,” Madelynn replied. “It would be more accurate to say it’s our manor. You’ve seen the kinds of treasures we keep here, and you know we’ve many, MANY more hidden away than we’d ever reveal to any one person. That much power, so much of it ancient and brimming with so many different kinds of magical energy, it… warps things. Memories. Thoughts. The perception of the passage of time. The actual passage of time. If you live in it long enough it warps YOU.”
Selwyn let slip a soft, sinister-sounding laugh. “Unless you’re powerful enough, although some seem to think only monsters can be so powerful. And since that’s what so many seem to think me and my dearest love secretly are we’ll play the part.”
She held the magic wand up, running a fingering sensually down the length of its handle like it was a lover she was trying to turn on. As her fingertip neared the bottom she pulled it off the toy, gripping it tight with the hand holding it as she did. The toy came to life, the tip vibrating so powerfully that the sound echoed through the playroom.
Selwyn pointed the bulbous vibrating tip towards Naoka, climbing up onto the altar and moving to press the toy into the girl’s bare and waiting sex. Naoka erupted in eager but fearful mewling half-purred moans as she wiggled then wildly thrashed against her bindings as the intimidating vibrator neared her sex.
Selwyn crawled closer, looming over her like a predatory cat while Madelynn kept petting and stroking Naoka’s head and ears. “The sacrifice shall begin,” Selwyn growled, seeming even more like a monstress prepared to devour Naoka.
Naoka howled in shocked delight the moment her Mistress pressed the magic wand into her pussy. The vibrations were even more intense than she’d imagined they’d be. The rounded head of the toy seemed to shift sizes, growing then shrinking as Selwyn moved it this way and that to try and find the perfect angle to press the tool against Naoka’s pussy.
The pleasure came in a disorienting, intense blast. In mere moments Naoka felt herself shooting to climax, only to have the orgasm robbed from her by the glyphs of orgasm denial almost faster than her mind had been able to process what was happening.
Her mewling yawls of shocked, delighted pleasure turned to a spitting hiss of angry frustration as the glyphs numbed the senses responsible for sexual release. The pleasure was gone in a snap, any of the sensations leading to it numbed. Still there, still “felt”, but only as hollow shadows that left her even more angry and frustrated.
“Five,” Selwyn counted out with cruel delight.
Astani stumbled forward, nearly collapsing onto the altar Naoka was strapped to. As Naoka had yawled with forced pleasure Astani had let out a gasp then howl of her own. Even though she’d been expecting the intense pleasure she hadn’t been prepared for just how strong the vibrator was nor how intensely Naoka would feel its power.
“Goddess, how can any girl cum so hard and deep?” she moaned out while draping her naked body over Naoka.
“Six,” Selwyn called out, holding the toy tight to Naoka’s body as the Kittaran hissed and thrashed about in frustration.
Astani remained draped across the girl’s midsection, feeling everything being robbed from Naoka. “Could the girl… have endured… this?” The Priestess moaned out, turning to point the question at Madelynn.
“She’s a good girl,” Madelynn cooed, stroking Naoka in a way she knew was only more overstimulating the Priestess. “Perhaps the best we’ve ever had. She’d endure it all. But she’s NOT having to endure it, YOU are. For the love and loyalty we share as friends. In the name of your goddess, Inera.”
“Seven,” Selwyn called out, cackling in joy as she watched Naoka hiss and spit in frustration while Astani lay convulsing on top of the girl. “I had other delightful tortures in mind, but I think I’ve decided to simply power through the rest of our pet’s punishments right now. In the name of Inera, of course,” she added as she flashed the convulsing Priestess and slyly sinister look.
Astani whimpered. “Please, I… I can’t take much more. The girl, the way she feels it. She… it’s… GODDESS!”
“Eight,” Selwyn called, cackling in glee as she watched the Priestess pawing franticly at Naoka.
“Safeword,” Astani gasped. “Say your safeword girl! It’s too much!!!”
Naoka growled at her, directing a great deal of the painful frustration she was feeling towards the priestess. “No. I’m a good girl. I can endure ALL my punishments. YOU say YOUR safeword!”
Madelynn, stroking and petting Naoka with intense affection, laughed softly. “Never. Astani would NEVER give women like us the satisfaction.”
Astani whimpered, digging her claws into Naoka. “Please, girl. I’m begging you. Feel LESS! I can’t— Goddess!”
“Nine,” Selwyn called out as Naoka thrashed and hissed.
For a moment Naoka was thankful the glyphs of orgasm denial were numbing what she could feel. Astani was digging her nails so sharply into soft parts of her body she was certain the pain might have been enough to make her call out her safeword. Just as the denied orgasm Astani was feeling ended she released the painful grip she had on Naoka.
“Goddess, you feel too much,” Astani whimpered as her grip went limp. She shook and convulsed as she started to slide away from Naoka, her legs having given out under her.
Just as Astani fell from the altar Selwyn called out, “Ten!” Although the Priestess fell out of sight Naoka was able to paint what she thought was an accurate mental picture of the Priestess lying curled up on the floor next to the altar. The loud thump of her landing and then the whimpered moans of forced pleasure made it all too clear in her mind’s eye.
Picturing it helped her endure the painful frustration of the rapid speed orgasm denial. They were suffering together and there was an intense intimacy that she’d not expected, but it WAS something she’d remember and look for again.
“Eleven!”
As the word was spoken several things happened at once. Selwyn pulled the vibrator off Naoka, tapping it to turn it off. At the same time Madelynn stopped petting Naoka, keeping her hands in place but pausing for the moment. Naoka was thankful for that. For as soon as the word “eleven” had been said the glyphs of orgasm denial had broken. In a rush her full sensitivity had come back to her and the sensations she was feeling were overwhelming.
Her body ached. Her cunt was sore, sore enough that she could FEEL the eleven orgasms she’d had but not felt as they happened. Her muscles ached. Her body felt weak. On top of that was the built-up frustrations of each denied orgasm. Even though she was aching and sore, especially between her legs, she ached even harder for release.
Naoka could feel the intensity of everything that had happened since she arrived at her Mistresses’ lunch bubbling up and preparing to boil over. All the intense sensations. The pleasure. The denial. The emotions! SO many emotions, all made more intense by the ebb and flow of sensual, kinky fun and terrifying frustrating play. It was like a sea crashing inside her, a tidal wave that would overtake her. It would come out as tears at first, but then everything else she felt would follow.
“Aftercare,” Selwyn snapped, her tone making it clear the scene was over. “They BOTH need aftercare.”
Because of character limits sometimes I can’t make these options as long as I want (and sometimes they get cut off without me noticing). With that in mind you should read each of the options for this poll as starting with “Madelynn will physically comfort Naoka as the girl has a good, long cry, quickly getting her unstrapped then holding her and assuring her she can cry for as long as she wants. Naoka will be amazed at just how important and satisfying it feels…”
How will Naoka and Astani’s aftercare play out? (Choose up to _ options from this poll)
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