Stray Cat

Naoka slipped through the narrow, crowded back streets of Grayburn. She’d been a street urchin in the city for as long as she could remember and knew the streets better than the back of her hand.

Her life on the streets had been a tough one where she’d had to fight, lie, and steal to stay alive, with no one other than herself caring if survived to the next night.

Those of her age that had grown up on the streets with her should have been her compatriots and allies, but they never had been. They’d often complained that her life was easier than theirs because of her race. Most of them were Humans, while she was a Kittaran.

“You’re cute,” they’d grumble. “Those furry cat ears and that tail! People give you scraps and pet you like you’re a stray cat. You’re NEVER as hungry as us if you’re willing to debase yourself a little and act the kitten.”

After that they had all mockingly called her “Stray Cat” even though she always tried to correct them, but no one seemed to care that her real name was Naoka.

Life had been tough growing up on the streets and she’d known it would only get tougher once she came of age. She’d seen her fellow street urchins change as they got older, watched them slowly grow into the physical urges and needs that came with growing up. She’d struggled to understand the changes she saw in them, knowing she wouldn’t understand till the change came for her.

As a Kittaran it would happen differently, she knew that thanks to a few brief interactions she’d had with older Kittarans throughout her life. Her race didn’t hit puberty like most others did, allowing them to ease turbulently into their sexuality. Once of age she’d be able to go into heat, although what caused it was a mystery to her. She just knew when NOT in heat anything sexual would be a mystery to her, she’d be biologically unable to understand such feelings while seeing them expressed in others would just confuse her. But once she entered heat… she’d understand. And it would be all she’d be able to think of.

The day she’d both dreaded and looked forward to had finally arrived. She was of age now even though she still looked much like the rag-covered street urchin she’d been up till that point. But now she was a “woman grown” as was often said, with her sexual needs exploding and overtaking her as she entered heat for the first time.

It had been a week since it started. She’d been struggling to deal with these new needs and urges alone so far. She’d not liked the others she’d grown up with and they’d not liked her, so Naoka avoided them more than normal, not wanting to give in to her urges with one of THEM.

Besides, most of them were boys and she’d quickly discovered that she had no sexual interest in them. It was girls that interested her. It was the women she watched from hiding places that made her purr with excitement.

That purring was something else she was having to get used to. Before she went into heat she’d always acted and felt like any other person. Sure, she had furry cat ears and a long tail that often betrayed her emotions, but she never acted like the animal most expected her to act.

But the blossoming of her sexuality had brought other changes. When happy or excited she purred like a cat. Her ears and tail were more expressive. And she often found herself wanting to run or crawl on all fours, something that had felt odd at first but had become more natural as the days had passed.

She’d become more agile as well, finding it easier to leap and climb farther. The Kittaran had also discovered that her nails were claws that could be extended. That had surprised her most of all as she’d not known that Kittarans could do that.

The discovery had left her wondering what else she didn’t know about her race. She’d only met a few other members and only interacted with each for a few brief conversations.

Even as being a Kittaran seemed to become more of a boon Naoka strove to keep her race hidden. Over her rags she wore a thick, tattered cloak with the hood pulled up over her head. The outfit hid her race, allowing her to blend into the background of the city. With her furry cat ears obscured and her tail tucked away she was just one of the countless street urchins or paupers that filled the streets and alleys, filth in the background of the lives of the city’s more affluent members.

The city had taught Naoka a lot of hard lessons, one of which was that it was always best to be as unobtrusive in the wealthy citizens’ lives as possible. That was why she stuck to the back alleys and side streets as much as she could when traversing the city. If the poor got in the way of the rich, or even just dirtied up their streets, there would be consequences.

It wasn’t always possible for Naoka to get where she needed to go without having to pass through the main roadways that ran through the heart of the city. Normally she was good at doing so quickly, ensuring her presence was barely noticed. She knew that if she WAS noticed there would be a good chance one of the town’s guards would hassle her.

But on that day Naoka was distracted. Her mind was flitting between thoughts and feelings she was struggling to deal with. Flashes of women she’d passed on the streets that had left her flustered with desire.

Many women in the city wore outfits that accented and showed off their most feminine curves and since coming into heat the Kittaran had discovered she had a lustful weakness for large breasts. When her mind dwelt on mounds of jiggling soft flesh pushed up by corsets and almost overflowing out of dresses she would find her mouth watering.

She wasn’t sure exactly WHAT she’d do with another woman’s breasts should she have access to them. Her breasts were rather small, just barely enough to feel. When frustration and arousal had overtaken her and she’d been in a private enough place she’d spent many, MANY hours recently toying with her small breasts as she tried to imagine all the indecent things she’d do to a more well-endowed woman.

One particular memory was stuck in her mind as Naoka left a back alley and moved out onto a main road. She’d been perched atop a building, watching the outdoor dining tables in front of a tavern. From her hidden spot she’d watched a plump serving wench with prominent breasts bending over to place two tankards of ale on a table. The black void between her cleavage had sucked in all of her attention and heated her insides in a way she found enjoyable but alarming.

As the vivid memory played through her mind she had intended to cross the road once there was a space between the carriages and horses filling it. But the distracting memory had only allowed her to see the road ahead of her and NOT the busy walkway full of pedestrians on the side of the road she walked distractedly into.

The young Kittaran ran right into someone, slamming into them hard enough to knock them over onto their back. Caught off guard, Naoka tumbled down on top of them, landing on them and pinning them to the ground.

Her focus was pulled instantly back to her immediate surroundings. As she landed on top of the woman she took in the fine clothing she was wearing. It was a noblewoman; she’d just knocked a noblewoman down! Naoka felt a flash of panic knowing that if the woman interpreted the accidental impact as some kind of intentional assault things could grow dire for her. Even if the woman recognized the impact as an accident she could still call the guards and have Naoka punished!

I have to get off her. I have to get up and apologize. Grovel. Debase myself and beg for her mercy.

Before she could do any of that she realized how she’d landed on the woman as they’d fallen to the ground. The woman was laying on her back, with Naoka on top of her. The Kittaran loomed over her, hands braced on her chest. On her breasts.

Naoka blinked, staring at the overlarge mounds of dense, soft, breast flesh she was leaning into. To her horror she realized she was purring loudly and massaging the woman’s over-large breasts, almost like she was kneading them.

The Kittaran was horrified by what she was doing but found herself unable to stop. She couldn’t even pull her eyes away from the woman’s cleavage which, if not for the way Naoka was grabbing and kneading them, might have fallen out of her corset thanks to the way she was pinned on the ground.

“I think you’ve got something on your chest, Madelynn,” a woman looming above the two on the ground said with an amused chuckle.

Naoka glanced at the woman who had spoken and saw she was dressed similarly to the woman she was on top of.

“It seems I do, Selwyn,” the woman Naoka was on top of said with an equally amused laugh. “A horny little kitty who seems quite taken with my bosom.”

The word “kitty” brought Naoka back to herself. She’d always HATED being referred to as “kitty”, “cat”, or “feline”. She was a person, NOT a cat. She did all she could hide she was a Kittaran most of the time, keeping her long tail tucked uncomfortably into her pants and hiding her furry ears under the hood of her tattered cloak.

Naoka realized that when she’d bumped into the woman and knocked her over her tail had slipped out of her pants and her hood had fallen off. She was now painfully aware of her tail lashing and vibrating behind her in an open display of agitated excitement for anyone who knew how to read such feline body language.

“I’m so sorry,” she muttered, finally releasing her hold on the woman’s breasts. “I wasn’t looking where I was going and-”

“Hush,” the woman standing beside them said, kindly but firmly grabbing hold of Naoka’s upper arm and helping the Kittaran off her friend. “It was an accident, nothing more.”

“And perhaps it was I, not you, who was not watching where she was going,” the other woman said as she got up from the ground.

Naoka’s eyes darted between the two women, barely noticing that the one who had helped her up had NOT released her grip on her arm.

They were the most stunning, beautiful, and sexually arousing women the young Kittaran had ever seen. Both were tall Humans with curvaceous builds. Wide hips. Thick, meaty asses revealed by tight pants. Over-large breasts pressed up and displayed prominently by tight corsets.

After a moment of ogling both women’s mouthwatering curves Naoka forced herself to turn her attention to their faces. They looked “older” to her, perhaps at most in their early forties. The one she’d knocked over, Madelynn, was a pale-skinned woman with long black hair that hung down past her shoulders. The other, Selwyn, was dusky-skinned with short dark brown hair and spoke with a hint of an exotic accent the Kittaran couldn’t place.

“Look at you,” Madelynn said, picking distastefully at the ratty cloak Naoka had on. “Poor thing… grew up on the streets, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Lady,” Naoka replied, averting her eyes and hating how her ears turned down to reveal her emotional response to the simple statement of fact.

“Barely any meat on her fragile little bones,” Selwyn added, giving a squeeze to the upper arm she still had a firm grip of.

“Tell us, are you of age?” Madelynn asked.

“Yes,” Naoka replied. “Just barely.

“Just barely,” Selwyn said, flashing a grin at her friend that, if Naoka had been less distracted by the women’s bodies, might have left her wanting to wriggle out of the woman’s grasp.

“You poor thing,” Madelynn said, stroking the side of Naoka’s cheek with the back of her hand.

The Kittaran’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she leaned into the gentle touch, purring softly. She’d yet to feel the soft caress of a woman since entering heat and this simple touch was enough to make her weak at the knees.

“And such a pretty little thing,” Selwyn added. “Perhaps a little malnourished… but a few weeks of good food and there will be some pleasant meat on these bones. I’ve always wanted to add a sexy little Kittaran to our collection. And this one is clearly in heat! We both know it wouldn’t be hard to ensure she stays that way.”

Madelynn had continued to stroke the girl’s cheek, slipping a finger into her tangled, messy hair. “She’ll need a LOT of cleaning up. Her hair is filthy. But these ears…” She trailed off as she stroked one of Naoka’s furry ears, lighting up with joy at how loud her purring became. “Yes… I think we could have a LOT of fun with this one.”

“We just need to bring her back to the estate and clean her up,” Selwyn agreed.

“Would you like that, pretty little kitty?” Madelynn asked. When it was clear the girl was too lost in the pleasure of having her ears stroked Madelynn stopped petting her. She cupped the girl’s face in both hands and made her look up to meet her gaze, forcing her to stop staring at her cleavage. “Would you like to come home with us? We’ll clean you up and feed you. You’ll be able to stay for as long as you like.”

“And for as long as you are a good girl,” Selwyn added.

“Yes,” Naoka purred. “I think I’d like that very much.”

The girl was overcome with the intense pleasure of the simple, tender touch of the woman looming over her. She was barely thinking and had not been listening to anything they had been saying. Everything she’d learned over her short life about NOT trusting the rich of the city was forgotten. She just wanted the woman to keep touching her…

“And you’ll be a good girl and do as you’re told?” Selwyn asked, voice firm and commanding in a way the Kittaran found confusingly arousing.

“Will you keep touching me?” Naoka asked Madelynn. Her eyes darted to Selwyn. “Will YOU touch me as well?”

“Yes, pretty little kitty,” Selwyn told her as she stepped closer to caress one of her furry ears. “We’ll touch you all you want and then some, but only if you promise to be a good girl.”

“Will you be a good girl for us?” Madelynn asked, caressing and stroking the girl’s cheeks.

“Yes,” Naoka sighed lustfully. “I’ll be a VERY good girl.”

“Well then,” Selwyn said, “let’s get our new pet back to the estate.”

* * *

Naoka looked around the room, in awe of it. My bedroom, she thought. This is my bedroom for as long as I choose to remain here with these two women.

To her eyes the place was something fit for royalty, full of comforts and riches beyond her imagining. She suspected the room was one of the simpler ones in the mansion she was temporarily residing in but had no frame of reference to compare it to. Her experiences of “residing” in anything beyond what was little more than a hole in the walls of the city were nonexistent.

She’d had little time to marvel at the room or inspect the many treasures it seemed to hold till now. When she’d first been brought to the room it had been not by Madelynn and Selwyn, but by two of what they assured her were many servants.

The two girls, who she thought were about the same age as her, had been as much of a distraction as the two older women had been. Both were scantily clad in matching servant’s outfits, similar to the black and white maids’ uniforms that were fashionable for the rich to put their female house servants in. Only these uniforms were much altered from what was traditional, with the legs left bare and the skirts cut indecently short. So short that a few times, when they had bent the right way, Naoka had been able to see neither of the girls wore any underwear.

The tops of the maid’s outfits were cut low enough to make the Kittaran short of breath. Both girls were small things, with trim bodies and only small chests. Still, ogling their little breasts made Naoka aware of how attractive she found ANY breasts, no matter their size.

When they led her to her bedroom there was a large tub waiting, already filled with water that had been heated to a perfect temperature. The two had undressed Naoka, something that had left her nervous. She’d struggled to suppress her purrs but found herself unable to. Now that she was in heat it was a reaction to the world she had little control over.

Once undressed they helped Naoka into the tub. While they bathed her they barely spoke, only occasionally giving her commands so they could better clean her up. Naoka hadn’t minded, she’d been too focused on the feel of their dainty hands all over her naked body.

What had started out seeming like the beginning of a sensual encounter with the two sexy young girls quickly became something else. Naoka was covered in years worth of filth that had to be scrubbed off.

Her hair was particularly a struggle for the two girls. Filthy and matted with dirt and knots, it had needed multiple washings along with a painful brushing out that had for a time left Naoka hissing in pain as she dug her claws into the tub.

After cleaning her up the best they could they’d dried her off then dressed her in a soft robe so white she was afraid she’d end up staining it even though she’d just been so thoroughly cleaned.

“The Mistresses will send for you when they are ready to receive you next,” one of the servant girls told her.

“Till then you are to stay here,” the other added before they left the room.

Naoka had barely noticed them locking the door from the outside after they left. She’d been too distracted by everything in the bedroom. A bed so big and inviting looking she struggled to believe it was intended for just one person. Dressers and wardrobes, many hanging open to reveal they were full of clothing. Tables full of jewelry boxes and displays of pretty trinkets, along with an entire bookcase filled with more books than she’d thought existed in the world.

But the thing that drew her most was a standing full-body mirror in the back of the room directly across from the huge four-poster bed. As she walked to the mirror, like a moth drawn to a flame, she glanced at the fine details carved into its frame. Swords and armor and a long-haired, nubile young woman along with drops of what she thought was rain. She made a mental note to inspect the fine workmanship at a later point, but in that moment it was the sight in the mirror itself that drew her forward.

She’d seen herself many times in mirrors throughout her life. The face that had stared back at her had been one she’d never much wanted to look at for very long. It always looked too thin and too dirty to her, with hair that was always too soiled.

As she stood staring at the young woman in the mirror she struggled to believe it was her. The Kittaran she saw was still too thin but cleaned up she looked more like a woman grown and less like the “Alley Cat” she’d always been.

And the hair! Staring at herself, at the long thick hair and her furry ears, and even her tail she was anxiously holding and stroking, she saw it wasn’t the color she’d always thought it was. It had always seemed to be brown, but now she saw that after a thorough washing it was dirty blond.

Had it changed colors at one point in my life, or has it always been so dirty I’ve never seen the real color? She didn’t know nor did she care. What mattered was that she thought it was beautiful and adored it.

After a time she decided it wasn’t proper to stare so adoringly at herself for any longer. She turned from the mirror, hugging the robe she wore to herself. It was so soft and felt so good against her naked body…

Her eyes darted to the huge four-poster bed. She’d slept on piles of filthy blankets, over-used hay, and even a few ratty discarded mattresses. But never a proper bed.

She ran to it, leaping onto it and squealing in delight as she landed and bounced on the thick mattress. A moment later the Kittaran was rolling about, luxuriating in the bed’s softness and the even softer feel of the robes still wrapped around her.

When Naoka realized she was purring so loud it was vibrating the bed she sat up. There was something she needed to do, but it was something she’d never done so out in the open. The bedroom felt like a vast open field to her, and there was far too much light for her to feel she had any privacy even though she was locked alone in the room.

The room had no windows in it and had been lit by multiple candles spread around the room. She got out of bed and went about blowing them all out, once more in awe of the wealth on display. She’d only owned a handful of candles her whole life, possessions she’d treasured and only sparingly used. Yet in this room there were more than she’d ever seen in use at once.

Once the last candle was out the room was plunged into near darkness. Some light came in through the cracks in the seams around the door. The mirror she’d been using earlier seemed to also give off a faint glow, although she thought it might have been just a trick of the light.

A little light was all she needed. Her vision had always been sharp, especially in the dark. Since going into heat it had only grown sharper. If someone was in the room they’d be unlikely to see her, which was exactly what she wanted.

With the darkness enveloping her she finally felt like she had the comfort of privacy. In a flash she was back on the bed, rolling about and purring happily. She shifted and wiggled, rubbing the soft robes on the most pleasing parts of her naked body. Soft, warm pleasure filled her from head to toe, changing the tone of her purrs.

As she indulged in sensually rubbing herself all over the Kittaran’s mind filled with images of the two sexy servant girls. As she remembered their dainty hands on her she let the robe slip open so she could slip a hand between her thighs and start touching herself.

She pictured them in bed with her, touching her all over. Trying to imagine it was one of their hands she began to squeeze one of her breasts, gasping and moaning as she teased her nipple. Once it grew hard she started to pinch and twist it, yowling softly in carnal delight as she rubbed at her womanhood.

Her pleasure steadily rose, cresting slowly towards the explosion of delight she knew would soon come. She coaxed it out of herself with more slow ease than she was used to. Every other time she’d masturbated it had been in a place she barely felt safe in. She’d had to go fast, needing the release of pleasure to clear her sex-addled mind. But here she was safe. Here she could take her time and truly enjoy exploring her body.

Just as she was about to crest the final rise to orgasm something interrupted her, pulling her away from her pleasure and denying her the moment of release.

“You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you?” an ethereal voice said, sounding somehow both very close and very far away at the same time.

Naoka hissed in surprised alarm, grabbing her robe and wrapping it tightly around herself. She sat up, scrambling up the bed and slipping under the thick covers to further hide herself. After letting out another hiss she looked around the room to see who had spoken.

Her eyes stopped at the mirror. For just a moment she’d thought she’d seen the reflection of a girl in it, but once more she dismissed it as some strange illusion of the dim light leaking into the room.

“Who is there?” she demanded after looking all around her and not seeing anyone. “Show yourself!”

An eerie, faint purple light began to light up the inside of the four-poster bed. As it grew brighter Naoka looked up, seeing it was brightest about her near the top of the canopy.

Slowly a figure appeared there, ghostly and transparent. At first it looked to be a blur of billowing purple fabric, but as the figure came more into focus Naoka could see it was a thin, long-limbed Human girl wearing a semi-transparent dress. She thought the dress was white, but the girl’s ethereal glow was purple and only made it, along with the rest of her, look to be purple-colored.

“What are you?” Naoka asked.

“A ghost,” the girl replied, her voice faint and as ethereal as the rest of her. “A prisoner here in this mansion, just like you,” the ethereal ghost girl added.

“Prisoner? I’m not a prisoner,” Naoka said, confusion helping her think past the haze of extreme arousal and sexual frustration she was feeling at being interrupted so close to finishing. “I came here willingly and can leave whenever I want.”

The ghost girl raised an eyebrow. “Oh? But WOULD you leave? I’m a prisoner bound to the building through the magic that has allowed me to continue to exist in the world as a shadow of my living self. But you, you horny little thing, are making your own prison chains with every moment that passes. Bound by lust and desires you don’t even understand, agreeing to be THOSE women’s pet without even understanding what that means.”

Naoka stared up at her, peering out from the blankets she was covering everything but her face with. The girl was so otherworldly and beautiful, with her youthful, soft, and round features immensely pleasing to Naoka’s eyes. Her beauty was distracting Naoka from the conversation, especially that flowing dress of hers that seemed to be blowing in a breeze only the girl felt. It was almost see-through, enticing shadows revealing where her small nipples were.

“Distracted, horny little kitty,” the girl teased. “Perhaps you’d like to see what it’s going to be like for you here in this prison you’re making for yourself? Come on, I have a ‘friend’ that can show you,” she said before turning in the air and floating out of the bed.

After the ghost girl floated away Naoka realized one of her hands had slipped down between her legs and she’d been lightly playing with herself as she stared up at the beautiful ghostly apparition. With a quiet hiss of frustration she threw the blankets back and got out of bed, wrapping herself tight in her soft white robe to hide her naked body from the ghost.

The ghost girl was floating by the strange full-body mirror that had so often drawn Naoka’s attention, positioned as if standing by it but hovering a few inches off the ground. The eerie purple glow she radiated illuminated the mirror and the room around it. “Come along and see what the Mirror of Dhuarcain has to show you.”

As Naoka approached, feeling suddenly apprehensive, she noticed there was no reflection of either her or the ghost in the mirror. Instead, a third girl was reflected in the mirror, one Naoka couldn’t see in the real world. She was a tall, slender Human girl that was all long limbs. Her orange-red hair was perfectly brushed and draped over her shoulders hanging down past her butt.

Naoka stared at the mysterious girl in the mirror, taking in first her pretty face while admiring the freckles spread cutely across it. Her eyes darted down to the girl’s chest. She wore a simple white dress that was almost as transparent as the ghost girl’s only cut much shorter, leaving her upper chest exposed and revealing the top of the girl’s small breasts. Her chest was even more covered in freckles, something Naoka found thrillingly attractive. She couldn’t help but wonder what other parts of the girl were covered in freckles.

“Show her,” the ghost girl commanded.

Naoka saw the girl in the mirror flash a mischievous, predatory grin as she beckoned Naoka forward. She then disappeared along with the reflection of the dark bedroom.

For a moment the mirror was black then the reflection returned, but all wrong. It was the same room, only lit by flickering candlelight. Naoka glanced around to confirm the light was only in the reflection. Looking back she noticed something else different: on the bed there was a naked girl. Her limbs were stretched out and pulled towards the four corners of the bed where they were held in place by ropes tied around her wrists and ankles.

The way the sight made Naoka erupt into deep, loud purrs confused her. She was less confused by her reaction to two figures walking into the scene. She understood why the sight of Madelynn and Selwyn strutting into sight dressed in sexy underwear that left all their best parts exposed aroused her the way it did. Their bodies, especially their womanly curves, left the girl’s heart pounding and mouth watering.

She watched as the two women strut up to the bed and crawled onto either side, saying something she couldn’t hear to the girl tied there. Naoka’s tail lashed under the robes and her purrs grew louder as she thrilled at the prospect of whatever she was about to see.

Then, just as they reached to begin touching the girl, the image faded to black. “Bring it back!” Naoka blurted out angrily, hissing in frustration. “I want to see them play with her,” she demanded, turning and growl-yowling at the ghost girl. It was a sound she hadn’t been aware she could make but she felt it expressed her emotions better than any words could.

The ghost girl chuckled. “I’m not afraid of you. You’re just a horny little alley cat who hasn’t been tamed yet. But you’ll have what you want, LOOK!”

When Naoka looked back at the mirror the reflection had returned, showing the room once more only brightly lit now. A young blond Human girl was sitting cross-legged in front of the mirror, naked with her arms bound behind her back.

Is that the same girl? I don’t know… The one in the bed was too far away to see clearly…

Naoka’s furry ears perked up as she looked at the girl’s expression. Her pretty face was flush and she looked dazed with arousal. She understood a moment later why as Selwyn and Madelynn stepped into sight. Naoka was disappointed that both were fully dressed, but her excitement returned when they knelt on either side of the girl and began touching her all over.

She purred and let her robes fall open so she could touch herself while she watched the two older women caressing, teasing, and kissing the girl. They licked her neck and sucked on her hard little nipples. They stroked her trim belly and slipped their hands down between her legs, teasing then fingering their girl’s pussy.

Just as the girl seemed about to cum the image faded. “Stop doing that,” Naoka hissed, turning to glare at the ghost girl.

“I’m not the one making the images appear in the mirror,” she said lazily. “The magic of the Mirror of Dhuarcain is FAR beyond me. Now pay attention or you’ll miss the next bit.”

Naoka snapped her head back to the mirror. Madelynn and Selwyn were standing close to the mirror, a naked girl between them with her arms bound behind her back with layers of artfully tied red rope.

It was a different girl, although she looked very much the same. Human, barely of age, blond, and even more lost in lust and pleasure than the last one.

The two older women had her pinned between them as they sloppily kissed and licked her. While one would work her way up from the girl’s neck the other worked her mouth down the other side of her neck. They passed her head back and forth, licking and sucking on her ears while the other kissed her. Sloppy wet kisses that were more tongue than lip.

Naoka found herself moaning softly, touching herself with one hand while she stroked her lips with the other. She wanted to be that girl. Wanted to be bound and helpless with the two women doing as they pleased to her.

The image disappeared, replaced by a reflection of herself. It was shocking. Her face flushed, the indecent sight of her touching herself openly as she stood beside the mirror with the ghost girl watching beside her.

Her reflection only stayed in the mirror long enough to shock Naoka. It faded, replaced by one of a brown-haired Human girl sitting on the floor in front of the mirror. She was naked except for a pair of sexy black thigh-high stockings.

The way the girl’s arms were tucked behind her back made Naoka suspect they were tied there. It was something that brought a fresh rush of confusing carnal desire to be bound similarly.

Madelynn was sitting behind her, the girl leaning back into her. Naoka watched as the woman caressed and then squeezed the girl’s small, plump titties. The Kittaran purred, caressing her own small breasts, as she watched the woman teasing the girl’s nipples to make them hard. She did the same to her nipples, wanting to feel what the girl was feeling.

Without warning Madelynn had hold of the helpless girl’s nipples. Naoka watched as the woman pinched, tugged, and twisted them. The girl threw her head back and soundlessly howled in what Naoka thought was pain at first but, when she shifted so Naoka could better see her face, looked more like pleasure.

The idea that pain could feel so good excited and intrigued Naoka. She tried pinching and twisting her nipples. It caused her to let out a sound that was part yawl of discomfort and moan of pain. She LIKED it, although she suspected she’d like it MUCH more were someone else doing the same to her.

When she returned her attention to the mirror she saw the scene had changed again. Still a reflection of the bedroom, but the lighting was different. Dim and tinged with a red light setting a mood Naoka very much wanted to feel in person.

The bed in the background was covered in strange items, whips and paddles and many things the Kittaran didn’t recognize. Front and center was a large wooden x, a naked Human girl with jet-black hair tied to it. It left her legs spread open and her arms stretched out above her head.

In the girl’s mouth was a large red gag, leather straps running from it and around her head to hold it in place. The girl was so helpless… so vulnerable… Anyone could do anything they wanted to her!

The sight left Naoka breathless and purring so loudly that the ghost girl giggled at her. Naoka didn’t care, she was transfixed by the image and barely aware of the specter.

Selwyn walked into sight, speaking to the girl. Naoka wished she could hear… but she happily settled for being able to watch.

The woman tightened the straps holding the girl in place while Madelynn walked into sight holding something Naoka had never seen before. It had a handle like a leather whip, but instead of one long leather thong it had a bundle of short ones each only a foot long.

Naoka’s mind raced as she tried to imagine what was about to happen. It looked like they were about to torture the girl. Instead of looking fearful the girl seemed excited, even eager for it to begin. She strained at her bindings, her eyes pleading with both women to do things to her.

Just as Madelynn raised the item in her hand the image disappeared, replaced instantly by a dusky-skinned Elven girl who looked no older than Naoka. She was naked and tied up, her bindings contorting her body into an odd position and holding it there.

Naoka marveled at the sight. It looked as though she’d started with her back to the mirror then been pushed so far forward and down she was left looking back between her legs at the mirror. Rope was tied around her waist, more extending up out of sight tied to something above her. This seemed to be lifting her just enough to force the girl on her toes.

Her legs were tied in place, ropes connecting her ankles to something out of the mirror’s frame. Naoka stared, admiring the way the girl’s arms were bound together at the upper forearms and wrists then pulled between her legs. They disappeared out of sight under the mirror, perhaps bound to something behind it. It left the girl’s womanhood on full display, with her full firm breasts hanging down to rest on the underside of her arms.

Naoka’s eyes fell on the girl’s pussy and lingered there. She’d only seen glimpses of other women’s privates. The Kittaran found the sight as arousing as she found a woman’s bouncing breasts. The outer mounds of flesh… the inner lips… the fleshy hood above that hid that oh-so-lovely bead of pleasure… The sight made her want to lean through the mirror so she could shove her face in the girl’s pussy and begin lapping at it like it was a saucer of milk.

She’d heard Elves were hairless there and knew it was fashionable for many women to shave themselves in the “Elven way”. She found the way the hairlessness allowed her to see the girl’s womanhood in all its glory most pleasing.

I will need to ask to be shaved in the Elven way, she decided instantly. The thought made her realize the other girls she’d been shown in the mirror, when she’d been able to see their womanhoods, had either been shaved or at least well groomed. This made her a bit self-conscious but felt certain if she asked the women she was staying with they would help her groom herself down there properly.

The image faded once more, replaced by her reflection. Seeing herself flush and panting with arousal made her realize how desperately she needed to get off. She felt if she didn’t have that release soon she’d go mad!

“Help me,” Naoka whined to the ghost girl. “You CAN help me, can’t you? I don’t know if you can touch me… or maybe you can do something, something exciting and I can watch and touch myself? Or maybe you can just talk dirty to me while I lay in bed and-”

“No,” the ghost girl said firmly, crossing her arms and smirking at Naoka.

“No?” Naoka asked, her furry ears turning down. Her tail lashed around her body so she could anxiously stroke it. “No you can’t do any of those things or no you WON’T do any of those things?”

The girl just floated there, arms crossed as she grinned cruelly at the Kittaran. “No,” she repeated, taking great joy in flustering Naoka by not making clear what her answer meant.

“Then what about her?” Naoka snapped, turning to look in the mirror. “I saw her! She was pretty, she made my insides purr. Is she another ghost like you?”

“No,” the ghost girl said, the mirth gone from her voice. “She’s… not like me at all. And she’s not going to help you right now either, are you?” The ghost floated closer, narrowing her eyes as she glared at the mirror. “If you did I’d tell on you and then you’d be in trouble.”

Naoka hissed in frustration. She had no time for ghosts talking to each other through mirrors. She HAD to get off. “Then leave!” she screamed, waving her arms at the ghost girl.

She floated back, not letting Naoka come in contact with her semi-transparent body. “No,” she repeated, the joy back in her voice. “I won’t leave.”

“But I don’t want to do THAT with you floating around and bothering me!”

“That’s good,” the ghost girl said, giggling in glee, “because I’m not going to LET you do that.” As she spoke she floated around the Kittaran, keeping high and far enough away to prevent the girl from trying to touch her. “I’m going to ensure you can’t so much as touch yourself.”

“You can’t stop me! You can’t even touch me, you’re just a ghost.”

The ghost girl raised a pretty eyebrow. “Oh? And what does a stray cat know about ghosts? How many have you encountered out on the filthy streets of this city? How many have you conversed with? Tell me, you dumb little twit, tell me ALL the things a gutter stray like you knows about ghosts.”

Naoka snarled at the girl. “Why are you being so mean? Just go away!”

“No,” the girl repeated happily.

“But why?”

“I have orders.”

Naoka pouted and stomped a foot in frustration. “Whose orders?”

The door to the bedroom flew open, light from the hall temporarily blinding Naoka. She threw an arm up over her eyes, hissing in surprise and jumping back.

“Our orders,” a familiar voice called out.

Naoka’s body language changed completely at the sound of the voice. She dropped her arm and stood tall, her ears perking up as her tail lashed in excitement behind her. When her eyes adjusted to the light she saw Selwyn striding towards her, a candelabra in her hand. Madelynn was a few steps behind her, carrying a single candle.

The Kittaran hungrily drank in the sight of them. Both women were dressed only in corsets that pushed their large breasts up and a pair of silk blank panties. Her eager eyes darted between each woman’s breasts, lingering for a moment to admire the way they jiggled each time they took a step.

“I was a VERY good girl,” the ghost declared, abandoning Naoka to go to the two sexy, imposing women. “I kept her from getting off just like you told me to and I made sure she got even more worked up than she needed to be.”

“All on your own?” Madelynn asked.

“No,” the ghost girl said as if not wanting to admit she’d had help. “The Girl in the Mirror helped a little.”

“You did very well,” Selwyn assured the floating apparition. “You’ll have your reward later but for now you will leave us alone with our new special guest.”

The ghost girl nodded, rotating to face Naoka. As she began to fade from sight she stuck her tongue out at the Kittaran then erupted into laughter, the sound of her mocking laughs fading as the rest of her disappeared.

“Lights, Madelynn,” Selwyn commanded.

Naoka glanced at the fairer-skinned woman as she started lighting the candles around the room. “Please,” Naoka whined as she looked back to Selwyn who was standing closest to her. “I’m… struggling. That awful ghost girl, she-”

“Hush,” Selwyn said as she stepped up to the Kittaran, placing a finger on the girl’s lips. “We know all about your troubles and are here to help you get the relief you need.”

Naoka struggled to follow her words. The sight of her cleavage so brazenly on display so close was a huge distraction. The feel of the woman’s finger on her lips was even more distracting, especially because she left it there so she could caress Naoka’s lips. The Kittaran found herself moaning softly and leaning into the woman’s touch.

“I’m proud of you for behaving,” Madelynn said.

Naoka looked at her and realized the woman hadn’t been talking to her. She’d stopped at the mirror that had shown her such arousing images and was speaking to it. No, Naoka thought. Not to the mirror, to the girl I saw in the mirror.

“Never mind The Girl in the Mirror,” Selwyn said firmly. “You’ll be a good girl for us, yes? If you are we’ll ensure you get the relief you need.”

“Yes,” Naoka sighed when the woman stroked her cheek with the back of her hand. She purred, closing her eyes and leaning into her touch. “I’ll be a good girl. I’ll do whatever you want me to, just please help me. The frustration… it’s almost painful.”

“We’ve just the tools stashed in this very room,” Madelynn said as she strode up to the others. She’d finished lighting enough of the candles in the room to provide decent light and had left the candle she had behind. “But first, you must be prepared. You’re all bothered, a wild animal barely in control of herself. You must be contained before we can provide the relief you need.”

“I’ll get what we need,” Selwyn said.

When she walked away Madelynn took over stroking the Kittaran’s face. Naoka leaned into the woman’s touch, continuing to purr softly as she caressed and stroked her.

“These will do,” Selwyn called out. Naoka didn’t bother looking. She was enjoying being touched too much and had closed her eyes to better focus on the sensations.

“I think so, yes,” Madelynn replied. “Stand,” she commanded Naoka. “Look what Selwyn has, is it familiar to you?”

Only after the woman stopped stroking her face did the girl look. Selwyn had set down the candelabra on a dresser and was holding a few bundles of rope. The soft purrs that had been drumming in Naoka’s chest erupted into body-shaking sounds of expectant delight. “I saw rope like that in the mirror. And I saw you both-”

“We know,” Selwyn interrupted. “We know very well the things we’ve done in this room with and to our special guests, and we know The Girl in the Mirror is always watching. She remembers very well and excels at replaying her memories for others.”

“Had you seen rope used like that before tonight?” Madelynn asked, moving behind Naoka and placing her hands on the girl’s shoulders.

“No,” Naoka said nervously. She wasn’t sure if the answer was a good one. It seemed these women appreciated how naïve she was in these matters, but she worried her lack of experience might eventually frustrate them and lead them to lose interest in her.

“Seeing them used that way excited you, though?” Madelynn asked, slipping her hands into the back of the girl’s robe and slipping it off. Once Naoka was naked Madelynn began caressing the Kittaran’s upper arms, her calming touch helping the girl feel more comfortable being naked in front of the two women. “The way we bound those girls up… you wanted that to happen to you?”

“Very much,” Naoka gasped when the woman leaned closer to slip her hands down the front of the Kittaran’s body. Her fingertips tickled her upper chest, caressing and dancing down to the swell of her small breasts. “Don’t stop,” Naoka moaned, shuddering slightly when the woman gently cupped her breasts in her hands.

“Cum without permission and you’ll be severely punished,” Madelynn whispered in the girl’s ear as she lightly played with the girl’s nipples. “You’re close, aren’t you? Of course you, our fiendish specter did her job well. If I keep going you’ll cum. If I tried I could work you up slowly, help build you to an orgasm so explosive it would feel like a holy revelation.”

“Yes, yes, YES,” Naoka panted and gasped.

“But that’s not what I’m going to do,” Madelynn said, her voice suddenly cold and free of the warm sensuality that had filled it moments ago. She let go of the girl and took a step back away from her. “You CAN be a god girl, can’t you? If you want us to help you you’ll have to behave.”

“Do what we say,” Selwyn added.

Naoka jumped, caught off guard at the woman’s sudden presence. She’d been so lost in the feel of Madelynn’s hands all over her she hadn’t noticed the other woman had drawn so close. “I’ll be good,” Naoka promised. “Just please… help me! Touch me some more,” she pleaded in a desperate whine.

“Being good means following all of our orders,” Selwyn explained. “Arms out, stand up straight,” she barked. The woman began artfully tying the girl up, making first a harness around her torso then securing her upper arms to it.

“If you can’t follow orders one of two things will happen,” Madelynn declared as she watched her partner tying the girl up. “The first option is that you’ll be asked to leave our mansion.”

“I don’t want that,” Naoka blurted out.

“Is this too tight?” Selwyn asked, ignoring the comment and tightening the straps now securing her upper arms to her body.

“I like it,” Naoka purred.

“Good,” Selwyn said. “Then come along to the bed. Yes, lay here right at its edge, get that pretty perky little ass right at the foot of the bed. Legs open, there’s a good girl. What a pretty pussy! And so wet, what a mess it is right now.”

Naoka turned her head to look away from the women as they stared at her most private of places. Her cheeks and chest were on fire and her pussy was throbbing from the feel of their eyes on it. She wanted the attention yet was struggling to endure it.

 Instead of puzzling out the confusing mix of feelings she concentrated on Selwyn’s hands. Once on the bed the woman had continued to tie her. Soon Naoka’s wrists were bound in rope that was connected to more that wrapped around her thighs, locking her hands at her sides. More rope was attached to her wrists, stretched out and secured to the bedposts. Other lengths of ropes were added to the harness on her upper torso, pulled over the edge of the bed and secured to something under it.

When the woman was done Naoka was left completely helpless, unable to move except for a slight wiggle.

“You feel safe?” Selwyn asked as she ran a finger down the center of Naoka’s naked body. “You trust us?”

“Yes,” the girl gasped. “I feel… oddly free,” she added when the woman pulled away.

“Such things ARE freeing,” Madelynn agreed. “And distracting. Do you remember what we were talking about?”

Naoka closed her eyes, struggling to remember. “What happens if I can’t follow orders, if I’m not a good girl.”

“What is the first thing that could happen?”

“I would be asked to leave,” she hissed, hating the thought.

“Right. But there’s another option.”

“What?” Naoka asked, eyes flying open. She lifted her head, looking at the two women standing at the end of the bed with desperation in her eyes. “What is the other option?”

“You can stay and be punished for being a naughty little kitty,” Madelynn declared. She turned away from Selwyn and bent over slightly, sticking her ass out.

“Bad girls get punished to prove they are just good girls who made a mistake,” Selwyn said, punctuating the sentence by slapping Madelynn’s ass.

The sound of the fleshy impact echoing through the room made Naoka shiver in fear and delight. “If I am ever a bad girl I’ll take my punishments,” she proclaimed bravely, confused by how eager she was at the prospect.

“And do you remember the first rule we’ve given you?” Madelynn asked. When Naoka stared blankly at her she smiled kindly in response. “I said no cumming without permission. That is not just a command for now, that is a rule you are to follow the entire time you stay in our home. Understand?”

The near pain of needing release that was eating away at Naoka gave her pause. But they promised to help me! And the way they touch me… the way they’ve tied me up. I’m being worked up to a height of release I’ve never imagined possible.

“I understand,” Naoka told her, purring uncontrollably. “When do I get to cum?”

“Soon,” Madelynn promised.

“First, another treat to help you control yourself,” Selwyn declared, moving around the bed and opening a nightstand drawer. She pulled out a red ball gag. “You will wear this. It will help keep you quiet while we bring you the relief you need,” she explained as she crawled onto the bed. “You give me permission to gag you?”

Naoka stared at the red ball and the leather straps extending from it. “Yes,” she panted. “I want to be gagged.”

“Even though you won’t be able to speak?” Madelynn asked.

“Yes,” she said without hesitation.

“But if things became too scary, too extreme, how would you tell us we need to stop?” Selwyn asked. “You’d be able to speak no word of safety.”

“The kitten doesn’t even have a safe word yet,” Madelynn reminded her partner.

“Well, that’s no good,” Selwyn replied. “Tell me, kitten, a word. One of power, one that when spoken will stop everything, no matter what games we are playing. One you know you can use so you always feel safe with us. One you’d never speak by accident.”

Naoka’s mind darted about, desperate to think of a word she’d remember but would have no reason to say under normal circumstances. “Emberstone,” she spit out. The orange rocks glowed as bright as a lantern with steady light that lasted for years or even decades in some cases. The Kittaran had always seen them as a sign of wealth. The city used them in streetlights in the better neighborhoods while the rich used them to light their homes. But she’d seen few in use in the mansion. It was like these two women were so wealthy the glowing rocks were below them.

“A good safeword,” Madelynn said with a nod. “But what will the kitty do when her pretty mouth is gagged?”

“I know,” Selwyn said. She stroked the Kittaran’s furry tail and lifted it up. “When she cannot say her safeword she shall use her tail to get our attention. Wave it about, slap us with it, anything to show she needs safety. Agreed?”

Naoka nodded. “I agree.” The whole thing seemed so unneeded, yet she liked it. It made her feel like no matter what these women did to her she would, in some way, be the one in charge because she had the power to stop it at any time.

“Good,” Selwyn said. “Then it is time to gag you.”

Naoka decided at once she loved being gagged. It added to the vulnerable sense of helplessness that she found so exciting and arousing by restricting her words like the ropes restricted her body.

“The gag is needed because we will be talking as we bring you relief,” Madelynn explained to Naoka as Selwyn crawled off the bed. “You seem a smart young thing, but a life on the streets has left you ignorant even of yourself. We see you are struggling to understand what you are going through. We wish to share what we know about Kittarans.”

Naoka furrowed her brow. That wasn’t what she wanted. They had promised her relief, it was all she cared about. Learning could be done some other time.

Both women laughed at the Kittaran’s expression.

“You’ll have your relief,” Selwyn promised, accurately reading the expression on the girl’s face. “But we’ll make a game of it. You must try and focus on what we are teaching you as we bring you relief. It will be a struggle, I promise, for I will ensure it is. You will have to struggle through-,” she cut herself off and elbowed Madelynn. “Look at the kitty’s pussy. I mean REALLY look at it!”

Naoka flushed as both women’s full attention turned to her womanhood. With her legs pulled open the way they were she was on full display in a way she’d never imagined she’d be with another woman.

“Needs a little grooming,” Madelynn observed. “The servants can take care of that in the morning. But still, yes, I see. Such a pretty young pussy. So enticing… So fucking delicious looking.”

“Let us have a taste before we continue,” Selwyn said. “You first, my dearest love.”

“You treat me so well,” she told the woman, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in for a long, deeply passionate kiss.

Naoka watched, wiggling and moaning in appreciation at the display. It was a raw moment of intense sexual desire, mixed with an equal amount of romantic affection. It was a moment that did much to make the two women’s relationship clearer to her.

She’d been so lost in the moment, lost in appreciating it, in wanting to be part of it, that she forgot what they had been talking about doing. It was only when Madelynn dropped to her knees at the end of the bed and shoved her face between Naoka’s legs that she remembered.

A kiss. Soft, gentle, and surprisingly wet on her womanhood. After the kiss there was a little flick of tongue, just firm enough to slip into the Kittaran’s moist, fleshy folds and sample her wetness.

Naoka moaned. Her eyes rolled up into her head. She nearly came. She’d not imagined a mouth would feel so good there.

“Delicious,” Madelynn moaned, licking her lips, as she got up. “And now you, my love.”

“It will be just a quick taste,” Selwyn said as she knelt at the end of the bed. “Any more and the poor thing will cum and get herself in trouble.”

No kiss this time. Instead, the woman moved her face close to Naoka’s pussy, lingering there for a few moments as she inhaled the heady aroma of the girl’s arousal. The feel of her hot breath on Naoka’s womanhood made the Kittaran moan and wiggle once more. And then the tongue! The glorious, wet, rough yet soft tongue slipped through her labia just fast enough for the woman to taste her. The girl was so worked up that anymore and Naoka WOULD have cum.

“Let me taste her on your lips,” Madelynn demanded as Selwyn stood. Once more they kissed. It was a sloppy, wild thing this time. A tangle of open mouths and sliding tongues as they licked and sucked the taste of Naoka’s pussy off each other’s lips.

“She looks as though she can’t take much more,” Selwyn chuckled. “It’s time I get the toy.”

“The wand,” Madelynn suggested. “The one with the red orb.”

“You don’t think it will be too intense for the girl?”

“Oh, I think it will be FAR too intense for her. But you did such a good job gagging and binding her up so beautifully. It would be a crime to not make the eager little slut in training suffer. We promised her relief, let’s give it to her till she drowns in it.”

“It WILL make the game we’ve promised her more difficult,” Selwyn pointed out.

Madelynn crossed her arms and made eye contact with Naoka. “She wants to be a good girl. She’ll focus on our words, no matter how overwhelming the pleasure is. Won’t you?”

Naoka nodded eagerly, moaning her enthusiasm to begin. She knew she didn’t really understand what was about to happen, but she didn’t care. She needed it even if it ended up being too much.

Selwyn had gone to the far side of the room, returning with something that only at first glance looked like a magic wand. A large orb was set in the top of a short wooden handle. Naoka had seen many wizards with wands like that, yet none had been the same. It was the orb at the top, it was too big. Too smooth. Something about it just felt… off.

“This IS a magic wand,” Selwyn told Naoka as she returned to the bed, holding the item up for the girl to see. “Just not the kind you are expecting.”

The woman rubbed the wand just under the orb. Glowing red light began to flow and dance in the orb, spinning and growing till the thing hummed with magic.

“It can do many things, many MAGICAL things, but only to women’s bodies.” As she spoke she half climbed onto the bed beside Naoka, bracing a hand on the bed while moving the magic wand to hold it over the girl’s belly.

With her head lifted awkwardly Naoka watched as Selwyn caressed the wand with her thumb. Tendrils of red energy began to flow out of the orb, snaking like billowing mist toward Naoka’s belly.

The girl gasped when the first of the tendrils reached her. Pleasure. Subtle but undeniable pleasure. It soaked into her skin, feeling like a caress that was working its way deep into her core.

Her entire body tensed in a way that made her thankful she was tied up the way she was. If her arms had been free they would have jerked up so she could grab the wand. The impulse to both push it away from her body and pull it closer was overwhelming.

“And so the struggle begins,” Madelynn observed with a chuckle. “The magic of the wand always feels so wrong, yet is so enticing and right. One wants to push it away while desperately needing more. And you, sweet Kittaran, have felt but a tickle.”

Naoka was vaguely aware of Madelynn walking around the bed as she spoke but it wasn’t till the woman sat beside her head that she made proper note of it. The feel of the magic tendrils caressing and licking their way up and down her stomach was too engrossing.

Move further up my body, she found herself whining in her head. Reach up and touch my breasts… wrap those red tendrils of pleasure around my nipples. Go down further, explore what lay between my legs!

Madelynn made herself comfortable on the bed, sitting close enough to Naoka that she could rest a hand on the girl’s forehead. “Stop teasing the poor thing,” she cooed, stroking Naoka’s temple. “Stop teasing and start tormenting,” she added, flashing an eager, sinister smile down at Naoka.

“Her little nipples are so hard,” Selwyn said. “Perhaps a taste of the wand’s pleasure there before we begin the true torments?”

“Oh, yes, I think the eager little slut in training would love that. Wouldn’t you?” Madelynn asked, stroking Naoka’s face lovingly.

The girl moaned and nodded, thrusting her chest up as much as she could.

She went to lift her head to watch but Madelynn pushed it down. “No, you watch me,” she commanded. “You watch me and listen to my words. Understand?”

Naoka nodded her head just as the first tendril of magical pleasure reached one of her nipples. She moaned through her gag as she threw her head back into the bed. The sensation was incredible. Ethereal, like vapor wrapping around and licking her nipples, yet with so much pleasure soaking into her the tendril felt as real as a finger or tongue would have.

The tendrils of red magic licked her nipples. They wrapped around her hard little numbs and writhed, coiled, twisted, and tightened. Before long Naoka was gasping around her gag as she wiggled, her body struggling to deal with this new rush of pleasure. It was flowing through her, making the simmering fire she’d been struggling with turn into a bonfire that was about to explode.

 “Remember,” Madelynn cooed as she ran her fingers through the girl’s long hair, “no cumming without permission.”

Naoka shuddered, trying her best to pull herself back from the edge she had been about to tip over. She wanted to sob in frustration. She NEEDED to cum, yet more important was being a good girl. If she came now they might send her away, it might all be over before she’d been able to begin it.

“Show her what else the wand can do,” Madelynn told Selwyn without looking away from Naoka. “Just a touch on one of her nipples. You’ve permission to cum when you feel it,” she added to the Kittaran.

Naoka didn’t understand what she meant. Then many things happened, nearly all at once, that led her to understand.

The tendrils and the pleasure they were bringing disappeared. Before Naoka could so much as whimper in dismay a loud sound of a violent shaking erupted into life. The Kittaran thought it was the wand, that the orb at the tip had begun to vibrate. Confirmation came when Selwyn gently touched the vibrating wand to one of Naoka’s nipples.

She was thankful she’d been given permission to cum, for she wouldn’t have been able to hold back. The pleasure tendrils of the wand had left her nipples unnaturally sensitive and primed for more pleasure. The intense vibrations would have been enough to push her over the edge, but there had been more. Just before the moment of contact the tendrils had returned, only now the pleasure they brought was as intense as the violent vibrations of the wand.

Naoka howled in pleasure through the gag in her mouth, going limp the moment Selwyn took the wand off her nipple. It had only been a few brief moments of contact, a few moments that had been a confusing mix of explosive pleasure and overwhelming release. The climax had come all at once, an explosion of pleasure bunched together instead of being drawn out over lingering moments of delight.

It left her drained. She lay limp, panting through her gag while barely aware of the world around her.

“Purring so loud it’s shaking the bed,” Madelynn laughed. “A true delight this one will be.”

“You should begin educating her,” Selwyn told Madelynn. “Focus on her words, kitty, and try your best to endure what I’m about to do to you.”

Naoka nodded weakly, looking up into Madelynn’s beautiful, dark eyes while doing her best not to think about what the other woman was doing. It was easy at first as the wand had stopped vibrating but grew more difficult as the moments slipped by and the tendrils of pleasure began reaching out of the wand to caress and work her body again.

“I need not look down to see she’s nearing that most delicious slit between your legs,” Madelynn cooed. “The purrs, darling, they are growing louder. Deeper. Shaking the bed more. They disturbed you at first, didn’t they?”

Naoka nodded as the licking tendrils of pleasure reached out to caress and tease her inner thighs. Others snaked between her legs, coming close to her womanhood but not quite touching it.

“You’d always just been a girl, yes? Furry cute cat ears and a tail, but other than that not so different from the others your age on the streets. Maybe a bit faster, maybe a bit more agile. But just… a person. And then you became a woman. And THEN you entered heat. Suddenly you began acting like the feline. The purring. The urge to go about on all fours. Feeling more primal, more animalistic.”

Naoka was surprised by how focused on the woman’s words she’d become even as the tendrils of pleasure had begun to tease and lick at her womanhood. How did she know what she’d been going through so well?

“I know a great deal about many things,” Madelynn explained. “About all the races of Alaria, especially those whose origins are as interesting as the Kittaran race. Tell me, have you ever met or even heard of a male Kittaran?”

A tendril of pleasure had just begun licking Naoka’s clit while another had started slithering up and down through her moist folds. The pleasure had almost been enough to consume her focus but the question shocked her into refocusing her attention on Madelynn.

Naoka shook her head, realizing for the first time in her life how strange that was.

“No, of course not,” Madelynn went on, stroking the girl’s hair and stopping occasionally to scratch behind her furry ears. “That’s because there aren’t any male Kittarans nor have there ever been. An entire race of sexy little cat girls. If some icky man were ever to put a baby in that belly of yours it would be born a full-blooded female Kittaran with no hint of that brute’s race.”

“But that WON’T happen to you, not while you’re under our protection,” Selwyn said firmly. “No men will ever enter this mansion. We detest them so much they are magically prevented from so much as stepping foot on the grounds of the estate.”

The revelations would have given Naoka much to think about for the rest of the night, but they were far from over. And at that moment just taking in the meaning of the words was a struggle. The pleasure tendrils were working her quickly towards another orgasm, yet she sensed them holding back from pushing her all the way there. Once more the frustration built, threatening to consume her focus.

“There are other races like yours found across Alaria,” Madelynn continued. “Each race’s origin shrouded in mystery, rumor, and legend just like yours. Some say the Kittarans are cursed, but any exploration of the legends surrounding your race’s history will reveal it is much worse than a simple curse that created them.”

She paused, smiling down at Naoka. “You have permission to cum as much as you want till we are done, but ONLY if you focus and continue to listen to my words.”

The sudden comment confused Naoka but that confusion only lasted till the moment Selwyn touched the rounded top of the wand to Naoka’s womanhood.

“Cum for me, my pretty little kitty,” Selwyn commanded as the tip of the wand began vibrating.

Explosive pleasure overtook all of Naoka’s senses. She came fast and hard, the intense vibration of the wand pressed into her prolonging the orgasm. It was so intense and disorienting that she wasn’t sure if she’d had a third orgasm that had blended with the second, or if the second had just gone on far longer than she’d thought was possible.

The pleasure didn’t end. Selwyn kept the intensely vibrating wand pressed against Naoka’s pussy. It ensured that even as the crest of pleasure subsided Naoka could feel herself already beginning to rise to climax again.

“Focus, kitten,” Madelynn told the girl. “Open your eyes. Meet mine. Not just listen to my words but HEAR them as Selwyn torments you with such delights. Even if you feel you’ll break you WILL endure, and you MUST listen.”

Naoka nodded, whimpering slightly through her gag. She convulsed, cumming again. She rode the waves of pleasure and then, once she was able to, refocused her attention on the woman leaning above her.

“Not a curse,” Madelynn said, picking up where she’d left off. “But created to be the perfect slaves. When not in heat you Kittarans are amazingly clear-minded. Natural learners, agile and diligent workers. When like that you’re free of distracting sexual desires, so free you can’t even understand that kind of affection.

“But once in heat sex is all you can think about. It drives you more than it drives members of other races even when they are their horniest. You need constant sexual release and will find it increasingly meaningless when brought about by yourself. You must have discovered some of that, yes?”

Naoka nodded in agreement just before she came again. The powerful, unstoppable orgasm washed quickly over her. When she came down from the carnal high she shivered in delighted release.

It wasn’t just the intensity of these orgasms she was enjoying so much. It was what Madelynn had just said, getting herself off had been growing more and more unsatisfying. Having someone else bring her to climax was different. It helped more and for the first time since entering heat she could focus, only now realizing how cloudy her thoughts had grown.

“I see it in your eyes. You can think clearly again! But don’t get to used to it, as long as you remain in heat you’ll quickly become foggy-brained again. The desire for sensual pleasures will never end, and will always soon turn back into a desperate need to be fucked and to cum. As long as you are in heat this cycle will dominate your world, that’s just how you Kittarans work.”

The word “cycle” lingered in Naoka’s mind as she was brought to climax again. She was stuck in a cycle, a wonderful dream-like cycle of rising and crashing waves of pleasure. And even though they were exhausting, even as she felt herself growing sore and more drained with each orgasm, she didn’t want it to end.

“Eventually it will run its course. You’ll stop being in heat. Maybe in a few days, maybe a few weeks, maybe a few months at most. If left as it is it always ends. But you Kittarans, made to be the perfect slaves, often aren’t left to let things run their ‘natural’ courses.

“There are herbs, spices, fragrances even that can put Kittarans into heat and, more importantly, keep them there. There are also ones that can make this glorious state of being end, too. Do you see? The perfect slaves. When one needs their servant to be clear-minded and free of distraction they are, and when one needs an insatiable bed warmer who is biologically conditioned to be submissive and want to be dominated they can have that as well.”

Naoka moaned and wiggled feebly as she came again. Her body was weak and she barely thrashed about through this climax. The waves of pleasure weren’t something she was riding now, it was more like they were flowing over her. It was draining. Exhausting. Too much pleasure. It WAS a kind of torture, although one she didn’t want to end even as her body screamed for respite from her ordeal.

“The poor thing is about at her breaking point,” Madelynn told Selwyn as she pet the Kittaran reassuringly. “Too much pleasure for her poor little mind, and see how she shakes? It is time to be done.”

“A few more orgasms,” Selwyn growled. “She can suffer through a few more. We must test the girl and make sure she can take what we plan to dish out.”

Naoka was so exhausted, her body so sore and weak she couldn’t tell when one orgasm began and the next ended. The pleasure had become background static, still enjoyable but something she was struggling more and more to process properly.

“Enough, Selwyn,” Madelynn eventually said, her voice cold and disproving. “We don’t want to break the poor thing before we’ve made proper sport of her.”

“You’re right,” Selwyn said with a resigned sigh. The magic wand stopped its relentless vibrating and the magical pleasure tendrils pulled back into it. “Finish up what you were telling her, I’ll work on untying her. We can’t leave her to sleep like this, not alone.”

Naoka lay limp, breathing heavily. She was sore. Numb. Drenched in sweat. Her pussy ached and she still felt the ghost of the intense vibrations. She could tell they would linger for some time, a kind of numb ache that would leave her thankful the ordeal was over but eager to endure it once again when her body had recovered.

As Selwyn untied Naoka Madelynn kept petting the girl, picking up where she’d left off. “We’ve plenty of the right herbs and spices to keep you in heat. As long as you remain here we will ensure you stay the way you are now. That will be part of the arrangement. We’ve only interest in you as our sexy little plaything, we’ve no need of a non-sexual servant. But you will not be a prisoner here, you can leave whenever you want. And if you choose to go we will give you what you need to end being in heat if that’s what you wish.”

Selwyn had just taken the ball gag out of Naoka’s mouth. The Kittaran stretched her mouth and swallowed then whispered, “Thank you.”

“The choice is nice to have, isn’t it?” Madelynn asked her.

Naoka nodded. “I’ve felt so helpless since it began. Knowing I could control it if I wanted, end it or keep it going…”

“And how does knowing WE can control it make you feel?”

Naoka thought about it. “It makes me feel the same way the ropes and gag make me feel. Scared. Helpless. But safe because I trust the ones making me feel so scared and helpless.”

“Foolish girl,” Selwyn said happily as she undid the last of the rope. She sat on the other side of Naoka, stroking the girl’s front, caressing her chest and running her hands down her belly. “Foolish to trust us. You have a sampling of what we’ll do with you now, what we’ll do TO you.”

“I loved every moment of it,” Naoka purred. She realized she’d not been purring for some time. Once the orgasms had begun that had ended. She thought that curious and wondered if the reaction was less about physical pleasure as she’d once thought. Perhaps it’s more about intimacy of another kind, she thought, purring louder as she indulged in the feel of both women stroking and petting her naked body.

“You’ll need rest now,” Madelynn told Naoka. “You’ll need to sleep. As Selwyn said, you’ve had a sample of what we plan to do with and to you. You’ll find our demands tend to only grow over time.”

“And time can move very strangely in our estate,” Selwyn added. “This is an ancient place, a powerful place. There was power here before the estate was built. We’ve spent a great many years weaving powerful enchantments into its walls and seeding it into the very earth of the grounds.”

“And filled our rooms and halls with rare, unique magical treasures,” Madelynn said.

“Like the mirror?” the girl asked. It had frustrated her at the time, but she HAD enjoyed the marvelous things it had shown her. And then there was the girl she’d seen in it…

Both women laughed. It was a conspiratorial laugh, one that said they knew things others didn’t and had no intention of sharing those secrets.

“A Mirror of Dhuarcain is a singularly powerful item beyond value,” Madelynn said slowly. Naoka could tell the woman was choosing her words carefully which only further intrigued her. “The mirror and its inhabitant are very useful servants, more useful than any in the city besides Selwyn and I know.”

“But the way it protects the city is NOT part of your story, little one,” Selwyn assured Naoka.

“That Mirror of Dhuarcain lives in this room,” Madelynn said, glancing over at the item. “We have our reasons for keeping it here where our most special guests stay. We will say no more.”

“Mysterious build power,” Selwyn added cryptically.

“But we will give you one warning about the Mirror of Dhuarcain and its inhabitant: trust NOTHING The Girl in the Mirror tells you.”

“She’s a spiteful little brat whose anger at the world leads her to cause mischief whenever she is able,” Selwyn declared.

“And now we must leave you for the night,” Madelynn said before leaning down to kiss Naoka gently on the forehead. “In the morning our servants will come to prepare you for the day.”

“Perhaps help with a little much-needed grooming,” Selwyn said, teasingly running her fingers through the girl’s bush before pulling away.

“Till then you are to remain here,” Madelynn explained as she and Selwyn got off the bed. “Sleep well, little Kittaran, for you will need to be rested for tomorrow.”

Both women blew Naoka a kiss then strode towards the door. Madelynn opened it for Selwyn. She paused before leaving, turning back and waving an arm. A wave of shimmering magic rippled out through the room, blowing out every candle.

“Till the morning, kitten,” Madelynn said with a nod as Selwyn left the room. She followed after her, closing and locking the door from the outside and leaving Naoka alone in the dark.

* * *

Naoka had expected to fall asleep almost at once. Her body was exhausted and she was sore in ways, and in places, she’d not imagined one could be sore in. Then there had been the way the women had stroked and soothed her after the intense ordeal… like they knew she needed some kind of care after the event to help bring her down and make her feel safe in their hands.

Her body hungered for the blissful rest of sleep but her mind refused to submit to its demands.

She’d learned so much that left countless thoughts running through her mind. But no matter where her thoughts brought her the girl’s mind always came back to the same place: the mirror.

The Mirror of Dhuarcain, that’s what they called it. Or was it “a” Mirror of Dhuarcain, like it was only one of many? What had that mean ghost girl called it? Did she say “the” or “a”?

When Naoka felt able she sat up. Her eyes had adjusted to the near dark again and just like before the mirror seemed to be glowing slightly, proving enough faint illumination for her to see clearly.

Although sore, and momentarily regretting her choice when she first stood, Naoka got up and went to the mirror. The glow coming from the mirror increased as she drew near, an eerie green glow that allowed her to see herself as if the room were brightly lit.

Naked and for the first time in her life not caring. Exhausted looking, but also more content and happier than she’d ever seen herself look. She was a different girl than the one who had seen her reflection previously in the mirror. The ordeal with the women had changed her, and that made her wonder how much more she’d change.

“You think you’re special, don’t you?”

The voice was strange, distant and distorted like being heard through a wall. It reminded Naoka of how the ghost girl had sounded at first. But that had been ethereal, like sound traveling through mist. This had the feel of a more solid barrier between her and wherever the voice was coming from.

Naoka’s reflection faded, replaced by that of a tall, slender, freckle-faced, pale-skinned Human girl with long orange-red hair flowing down her back. She was positioned exactly as Naoka was, the perfect mirror image of the Kittaran.

The girl was as naked as Naoka, something that distracted the Kittaran from the ominous question she’d asked. Her body was narrow and her long limbs were well-muscled. There was an untouched beauty to the girl and a pure feminine sensuality accentuated by her long flowing hair and pretty features. Naoka thought the innocence was strongest in the girl’s face. Like her, the girl looked to be barely of age, a woman but only just.

“We’ll you’re not,” The Girl in the Mirror declared, raising her chin haughtily at Naoka. “I showed you only a fraction of the girls those women have had as their ‘special guests’. You’re one of countless girls, you’re NOT special even if you are the first Kittaran they’ve lured into their trap.”

“Madelynn and Selwyn said not to trust anything you tell me.”

The girl flashed a fiendish grin that melted away the youthful innocence she’d been displaying. Her body shifted along with the grin, her skin growing paler and the color bleaching from her hair. She looked the same, yet completely different. “And why do you trust THEM?” the transformed girl asked slyly.

The change unsettled Naoka and caused her to step back. “They took me in,” she snapped. “They are helping me deal with my… changes.”

“And getting to have their way with a pretty, horny young girl in the process,” The Girl in the Mirror replied, her skin and features shifting back to what they’d been leaving her once more looking innocent. “They have a thing for young girls if you hadn’t noticed. All their servants are young like you. Even the spirits they’ve shackled to their home are young girls.”

She paused, looking around nervously as if fearing she would be overheard, then looked back at Naoka with pleading eyes. “You’re not safe here!”

Naoka cocked her head to the side, intrigued. She didn’t trust the girl but wanted to hear her out. “Why? I FEEL safe. This place is a little scary but… comforting.”

“That’s part of their evil magic!” The girl rushed forward, slamming her hands against the inside of the mirror. The impact shook the mirror as if she had slammed into a pane of glass that separated them. “You should run! They mean to do terrible things to you.”

Naoka was unsettled but kept reminding herself what Selwyn and Madelynn had said about the girl. “They said you were a ‘spiteful little brat’ and that you are always up to mischief. This feels like mischief.”

The girl bit her lip in an adorable display of anxiety. “It’s not mischief! I don’t want to see what happened to me or the ghost girl happen to you. Even the servants have met dark fates! We’re all trapped here, enslaved by those terrible women. You HAVE to get out while you still can!”

Naoka looked at the girl skeptically. “Are you suggesting they trapped you in that mirror?”

“Of course,” The Girl in the Mirror said.

She took a step back, the world in the mirror around her fading. The bedroom was replaced by a tranquil hilly landscape, a keep rising in the background. The girl stood proud, no longer naked. She was dressed in full place mail from the waist up with a long green skirt below. The skirt and her long orange-red hair whipped wildly behind her in a heavy breeze.

The Girl in the Mirror had become a noble warrior. She drew a long sword from a scabbard hanging at her side and held it up, revealing the blade was glowing with green magic.

“I was once a Knight of the Sisterhood of Righteousness, a warrior trained from a young age to fight against evil in all its forms. I was brave, strong, and most importantly innocent. I had to be to wield this blade.” She closed her eyes, concentrating as the glow coming from the blade intensified.

Translucent green butterflies made of smoke-like magic began to flutter out of the blade. They surrounded the girl, wrapping a protective spell around her.

“My innocence protected me. It fueled the magic of the sword, making me powerful enough to slaw some of Alaria’s most powerful evils.” She opened her eyes, the butterflies turning to sparkling magic that floated away with the breeze. “That’s why I was sent to this city, to root out an ancient, sinister evil that had taken root here. Two monsters hiding in the form of Humans.”

She paused, the world around her changing once more. Behind her was a scene Naoka knew: the estate. The Girl in the Mirror turned to face it. “I followed the trail to this place. Bravely, and naively, I entered. Like you, I was taken in by Madelynn and Selwyn. They offered me things… things I hadn’t known I’d wanted till then.”

The girl turned back, the world around her returning to the reflection of the bedroom. As that reappeared the armor the girl had been wearing faded, replaced by a long white gown that was just see-through enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her naked body.

“But in the end I was able to shake free of their spell. I tried to retrieve my sword, knowing only it had the power to slay the monsters masquerading as women. But they’d corrupted me too much, stolen the innocence that allowed me to use the blade’s magic. I failed to slay them and to punish me they imprisoned me in this mirror. Now I’m forced to watch as other young girls are corrupted and enslaved.

“And it’s more than that. They corrupted me, turned me into a perverted shadow of my former self. I want what you want, for those women to do indecent things to me. I even want to join them in their sexual torments of other girls.

“But I can’t,” she said with a forlorn sigh. “I’m trapped in here, locked on the other side of this mirror. Cursed only to be able to watch and never to touch or be touched.”

She paused again, looking so crestfallen it nearly brought Naoka to tears in sympathy. “They took everything from me,” she said, voice full of regret. “Even my name. I don’t even remember it. Whoever and whatever I once was is gone. Now I’m just ‘The Girl in the Mirror’.”

Naoka stared, engrossed by the girl’s story. “I want to believe you,” she said nervously. “But they said not to…”

The Girl in the Mirror stepped up to her side of the glass separating them and leaned forward. “I can prove it,” she whispered, her muffled voice barely audible through the mirror. “Just come closer. I promise I can prove everything I’ve said is true and then you’ll know the truth while there’s still time to escape. Let me just share one little secret with you.”

Naoka went to the mirror, swept away by everything the girl was saying and having forgotten all about the warnings not to listen to her. She was just so sincere, so convincing. “What’s the secret?”

The Girl in the Mirror placed her hands flat against her side of the glass and leaned in till her forehead rested on the glass as well. “Closer,” she whispered. “Press your ear against the mirror and close your eyes.”

Naoka did what the girl asked.

“I’m a lair,” The Girl in the Mirror whispered. The words sent a shiver down Naoka’s spine, a feeling that was intensified by the feel of the girl’s breath against her ear. It was cold as if having blown through ice to reach her. “I’m a spiteful brat and I love nothing more than causing a little mischief,” she added.

Naoka yowled in pain, jumping back from the mirror and grabbing her breasts protectively. Her nipples were throbbing with pain, something that took Naoka a few moments to understand. She’d felt cold fingers grab and painfully twist her nipples.

“You hurt me,” Naoka blurted out, glaring at The Girl in the Mirror.

The girl erupted in cruel barks of raucous laughter, falling back onto the floor and rolling around in delight. “You should have seen your face,” she said when she sat up, wiping tears of mirth from her pretty face. “Oh wait, I can show you!”

Naoka’s tail puffed up in surprise as the girl disappeared, replaced by her reflection. Only it wasn’t her current reflection but instead what should have appeared in the mirror moments before. She was pressed up against the glass, waiting for the girl to share her secret. Spectral hands appeared, reaching out of the glass to grab and twist her nipples.

Even as angry as Naoka was it was impossible not to admit the look of surprised pain as she hopped back away from the mirror was a bit comical.

“That was mean,” she huffed, still holding her breasts while glaring at the girl. “Was anything you just told me true?”

The girl stood and moved so she was standing in the same place Naoka was. Her gown disappeared, leaving her as naked as the Kittaran. Once naked she grabbed her breasts, putting herself into a perfect mirror image of how Naoka stood. “Who knows?” she said, voice full of mischievous delight. “Mysteries build power, and nothing is as ripe for mischief as a mystery.”

She smiled as she began to fade from sight. “I’ll leave you with this thought, with the biggest mystery of all here in this place filled with mysteries. Some mysteries are better left unsolved, but how to tell which ones are better left alone and which ones need answers if you’re to remain safe? Because I promise I AM speaking the truth now: this IS a place filled with dangers.”

And with that she disappeared from the mirror, replaced by Naoka’s reflection.

* * *

Naoka’s dreams that night were strange. They had a quality to them unlike any she’d experienced before, both more surreal and confusing yet with a foot locked in reality she’d never thought possible from a dream.

Upon waking she struggled desperately to cling on to the quickly vanishing memories of the dreams. With every beat of her heart the dreams faded a little more till all she had left were vague impressions of what she’d experienced and seen in them.

The dreams had been powerfully erotic, that stayed with her. They’d been filled with the cute, sexy servant girls who had bathed her. With the taunting mean ghost girl. With the mysterious and oh-so-alluring Girl in the Mirror. And through it all, looming above every other girl she had erotic dreams of, were Madelynn and Selwyn.

As the last of sleep faded she woke to find she felt well rested but was already horny to the point of being a bit addle-brained. As she lay in bed she hissed lightly in frustration, knowing playing with herself wouldn’t do much other than leave her more worked up. Still, she was so horny she wasn’t sure she’d be able to get out of bed without trying to get off.

“Not thinking about cumming without permission, are you?”

Naoka yelped in alarm, disappearing under the covers for a moment before reappearing to hiss angrily up at the ghost girl. “Please don’t surprise me like that,” she snapped at the girl.

“Do what?” the ghost girl asked innocently, floating as if laying flat above her with her fingers locked together so she could rest her chin in them.

“Scare me,” Naoka said sitting up and holding the blankets up over her breasts.

The ghost girl cocked her head to the side and smirked. “Is that really necessary? I’ve seen you naked,” she reminded her.

“You were spying on me just now,” she accused, ignoring the comment.

The girl eagerly nodded. “It’s my job to spy on you now, to make sure you’re following your rules and tell on you when you break them.”

Naoka’s ears perked up. “Will you always be spying on me?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know,” the girl said with a cruel giggle. “What you should be pondering is if I see you when you can’t see me.”

It was only because she was so addle-brained from being horny that Naoka had to think for a moment to realize she already knew the answer. “Yes, you can. You just did. You saw I was going to… you know.”

“Oh, I know. I know all about what the girls who come to live in this room do in that bed when they think no one is looking. But I’m usually here whether you can see me or not. And if I’m not? Well, there’s the leggy liar in the mirror. And who knows what other eyes might be hiding in this place! After all, mysteries build power. And there’s always another mystery. ALWAYS.”

Naoka huffed. “Go away,” she said, waving at the ghost girl. “I don’t think I like you.”

“No,” she replied as she floated up higher into the bed’s canopy, “but you WANT me, don’t you?” She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes prettily as her ethereal clothing faded from sight. “See? Your furry ears perk up when you get turned on and I can see that cute tail wiggling in excitement under the blankets. Your emotions and lusts are an open book for anyone to read.”

Naoka stared up at the girl’s naked body, admiring the gentle curves of her body. The slight swell of her narrow hips. Her cute firm little breasts. When her eyes fell on her breasts she noticed how hard the girl’s dainty nipples were. The sight of them hard and begging for attention left her wanting to feel her lips wrapped around them.

She shook her head, huffing in frustration. “You’re working me up on purpose!”

“Of course,” the girl replied, her clothes reappearing. She floated down, crossing her legs and “sitting” on the bed beside Naoka.

The Kittaran noted the way her body didn’t touch the bed. She merely floated above it, close enough to create the illusion she was sitting on it. It left her wondering, once again, if the girl was or could be solid. If she reached out to try and touch her could she? Every time she’d batted at the girl in anger she’d quickly moved away, avoiding any contact that would reveal the truth.

She was also taken aback by how real the girl suddenly looked. She still glowed slightly, but it was less apparent as the lights in the room had been lit before she’d woken. By whom she didn’t know, but the room was as brightly lit as it could be. With the eerie glow coming from the girl dulled by the lights she seemed more solid even though she was still partially transparent.

Naoka sat up and thought about reaching out to touch the girl but stopped herself. “What would happen if I touched you?” she asked instead.

The ghost girl flashed a sad smile. “I wouldn’t let you, that’s what would happen,” she said. “And if you try I’ll make you regret it,” she added in warning.

“I could ask the Girl in the Mirror to tell me.”

“Ah, I see! You think yourself so smart, don’t you? You’ve been told she only tells lies, so the truth must be the opposite of what she tells you. Well, let me tell you a little something about that brat. See, the best liars are the ones who blend and mix truth will lies. If EVERYTHING she said was a lie then you’d know never to believe her. But the mischievous brat puts just enough truth in her stories so that you always have to listen to what she says.”

“Were you here last night when I was talking to her?” Naoka was suddenly eager to hear the ghost had been spying on her then. Perhaps if she had she could help her separate the Girl in the Mirror’s lies from the truths hidden in her stories and ominous warnings.

“Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. But it wouldn’t matter if I was, she tells the same story the first time she appears to every girl who stays in this room. The one about her being a mighty warrior with a magic sword and claiming Madelynn and Selwyn are monsters in disguise that trapped her in the mirror.”

“So the story was a lie?”

The ghost girl glanced at the mirror then looked back at Naoka and shrugged. “I can’t say. If I don’t ruin her games she won’t ruin mine. See, she knows when I’m around even if no one else can tell. She’s… more powerful than she seems.” She looked once more at the mirror. “Isn’t that right? I don’t ruin your games and you don’t ruin mine!”

Naoka watched, hoping the girl would appear in the mirror to answer but she didn’t.

“You’ll have company soon anyways,” the ghost girl told her. “You need to be prepared for breakfast.”

When she started to fade from sight Naoka blurted out, “Wait! Don’t go yet.”

The ghost girl remained half-faded from sight. “What is it, stray cat?”

Naoka scrunched her nose up in annoyance. “Please don’t call me that.” When the ghost girl didn’t respond she went on. “What is your name? I don’t want to just keep calling you ‘the ghost girl’.”

“It’s a mystery,” she replied, her voice fading as she continued disappearing. “A mystery you have to decide whether you want to solve or not…”

And why wouldn’t I want to solve such a mystery? The question only begged more questions, which left her hissing in frustration. She didn’t WANT mysteries, she didn’t WANT to have to think. She was horny and getting hornier by the minute. She wanted relief and would be happy to take it from anyone, even if it meant breaking the rule not to cum without permission.

Just when she began to seriously consider slipping back under the covers to try and masturbate the door into the room flew open. The same cute servant girls who had bathed her the previous day came in, smiling kindly at her.

“Up,” one commanded.

“You need to be prepared for breakfast,” the other added. “Bathing and grooming.” She pointed to the center of the room. The tub that they’d cleaned her in the day before was back.

Naoka blinked. They hadn’t brought it in with them, had they? No… so how had they got it there?

“We said up,” the first girl said firmly, going to the bed and yanking the blanket off Naoka. “Come now, or we’ll tell Madelynn and Selwyn you’re being a bad girl.”

“And bad girls get punished,” the other said, eyes wide in fear.

Or is it excitement? Naoka wasn’t sure. It left her wondering if either of these girls had spent time in this room and what kind of relationship Madelynn and Selwyn had with them. And do THEY have rules like I do?

“Come on, out of bed,” one of them said, grabbing her arm.

Naoka went with her, embarrassed the girl’s grip was enough to make her start purring.

“Don’t even think about it, you naughty, horny kitty” the other warned. “You’ll get yourself, and us, in trouble. Now into the tub.”

They bathed her in near silence, only speaking when they needed to. Part of her washing up included the “grooming” of her pubic area that had been mentioned the day before. She found the process oddly scary yet arousing. The shaving cream smelled so fragrant and alluring. It soothed her and that relaxation ended up making the next part scarier and more tense. The sharp razor being dragged across such a sensitive and precious part of her body filled her with just enough fear that it was thrilling. And there was the intimacy of it… to have two strangers attending so attentively to her womanhood with such diligent care.

“You’ve done this before?”

The girls nodded. “The Mistresses prefer their girls to be shaved in the Elven style,” they told her. “Now up, the kitty’s pussy is freshly shaved and perfectly smooth. It’s time to dry you off and bring you to be served for breakfast.”

It was an odd way to word it, but Naoka took little notice. She was lightly purring, reveling in the feeling of how smooth her womanhood now was. The girls had to bat her hands away from her crotch, barking at her to stop touching herself as they dried her off.

“Alright, come along,” one commanded.

“Wait, what about some clothes?”

They both laughed. “You’ve not earned clothes yet,” they told her. “Now come along, we’ll show you the way.”

“You should always go with a guide,” the other girl warned. “This can be a tricky and confusing place.”

“And if you were ever to go wandering without permission you might get lost,” the first told her. “And you might see something you’re not meant to.”

 “Like what?” Naoka asked as she tried to get used to the feeling of walking through the mansion naked. It wasn’t that it was cold, far from it. The temperature felt so perfect she thought it might be easy to forget she was naked, and that unsettled her most of all.

When she accepted neither of the girls were going to answer her question she looked around and realized she had no idea where they were or how far they’d come. “Where are we going?”

“Right here,” one said, stopping by a large door. The other opened it and waved her in.

Naoka entered, looking around the room in awe. She’d never seen anything like it. The walls were covered in beautiful draperies and paintings so expertly crafted they looked almost to be moving. Little decorative side tables were filled with vases of fresh flowers, the fragrance of which filled the room.

And in the center of the room a large table covered with a feast fit for a crowd. Every dish fit to break one’s nightly fast filled the table. She saw every breakfast food she’d ever heard of, and many she was unfamiliar with. It was a sight she thought should have left her mouth watering, instead, she found she felt very little physical response to the sight and smells.

“Come to us,” Madelynn called out.

Selwyn and Madelynn sat at the far side of the table, dressed in elegantly sexy dresses as they picked daintily at the food laid out before them. Both women held large wine glasses in their hands, the glass cups shaped to look like roses.

Naoka went to them, her eyes drawn to the wine. She found herself sniffing, following the intoxicating and alluring odor wafting at her from the glasses.

Both women chuckled lightly. “Smell, pet,” Selwyn said, holding her glass out.

Naoka smelled, closing her eyes as she inhaled. Her ears perked up and her tail vibrated in excitement. She’d smelt and even tasted wine before. This was nothing like that. The aroma reminded her of the ripe smell of a woman’s arousal. No, not some vague woman, it smelled like her arousal, smelled like her pussy!

She pulled back, eyes flying open. “What is that?”

The two women laughed again. “A little red wine with distilled essence of lust,” Selwyn said.

YOUR lust,” Madelynn added. “We had some of our servant girls siphon it from you in your sleep while you were dreaming.”

Naoka was uncertain if the women were telling the truth or teasing her in some way she didn’t understand. She had neither the brain power nor the desire to puzzle out the truth. The sight of both women’s cleavage pressed up and presented in such a prominent display was too distracting.

“You’ve arrived just in time,” Madelynn declared. “We’re both famished and eager for our morning meal.”

“Were you waiting for me to eat?” Naoka asked, looking at the feast laid out on the table and once more wondering why she felt no desire to eat any of it.

“Oh, these nibbles?” Selwyn asked. “They are more for their looks and smells. We only ever pick. Mostly they are for our servants, they get their fill once we are done. It is not this food we intend to feast on.”

Naoka didn’t understand and said as much.

“You’ll understand soon enough, now come onto the table.”

Naoka looked and saw much of the food spread out before them had been moved when she was looking away. A space on the table had been cleared off for her to climb onto it and lay down. Plates of food had even been arranged so there were spaces for her to stretch her arms out.

And ropes! Ropes tied to the underside of the table piled up and waiting. They mean to tie me down to the table. But why?

The why didn’t matter. She found herself climbing onto the table before she realized what she was doing.

“Lay the kitty out flat on her back,” Selwyn told Madelyn.

“You heard your Mistress,” Madelynn said, helping lead Naoka into the position they wanted her in. She stopped at one point to stroke the girl’s bare chest, her fingers lingering to tease her nipples and get them nice and hard. “And I’m your Mistress too, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” Naoka purred as she luxuriated in the feel of the woman playing with her breasts. “Both of you my Mistresses.” She purred louder when Selwyn began tying rope around one of her wrists.

The rope was both elegantly soft yet had a special coarseness to it that mixed pleasingly with the softness. It gave the rope a delicious bite when the coils were tightened around her wrist. The bit of pain heightened the thrill that being helpless brought.

“My Mistresses,” she sighed as the two women tied her wrists and ankles up. With her eyes closed to better concentrate on the sensations of being tied up her mind dwelled on the two women. She felt so safe when she was with them. They’d taken her in, helped her so much in such a short time. Even their little torments and games felt safe.

“There,” Selwyn said as she finished tightening the bindings Madelynn had worked on. “I think we’re ready for our breakfast now.”

Naoka was still lost in the pleasure of being bound when both women placed their hands on her naked thighs. She’d barely been aware of how they’d tied her up, with her legs spread wide open in a way that left her pussy on full display. Opening her eyes and looking up at them to see the look of hunger in their eyes as they stared lustfully at her womanhood made her delightfully aware of the position they’d tied her in.

“A true feast to break our fast,” Madelynn said, licking her lips hungrily.

“Me,” Naoka blurted out, realizing what they were talking about. “You’re talking about me. I’m your breakfast?”

“Oh yes,” Selwyn said with a devious grin pulling at the corner of her lips. “Or more accurately that freshly shaved pussy of yours.”

“You dine first, my dearest love,” Madelynn told her partner. “And while you feast I’ll tell our new pet some things.”

Naoka watched as Selwyn bent over the table. She had wild hunger in her eyes and for a moment the Kittaran’s mind was filled with the comical image of the elegant, dusky-skinned woman slamming her face messily into a plate of food. It was close to what she did, only there was no plate of food, only Naoka’s pussy.

  As soon as the woman’s mouth was on her Naoka dropped her head to the table with a thud. She closed her eyes and purred loudly, overwhelmed by the feel of the woman’s warm, moist lips kissing her most intimate of places. She purred louder when the woman’s tongue darted out, quick little licks turning soon into long, lingering drags of her wet, rough tongue up and down her slit.

“She’s just warming up,” Madelynn told Naoka as she leaned across the table to run her fingers through the Kittaran’s hair. “Just enjoying your taste before really devouring you. It feels good, yes?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Naoka purred. “So very good! I… I won’t last long. I woke up so horny! Do I have permission to cum?”

“As many times as you want,” Madelynn told her. “Which brings us to what you need to be told. See, this a special place. We’ve told you this. We’ve worked hard to turn the estate into our perfect little sliver of paradise, a little world exactly the way we want it. No men. So many pretty young girls to serve us and have our way with.”

Naoka struggled to follow her. The things Selwyn was doing with her mouth were, at that time, beyond description and understanding to the girl. There was only the ever-increasing waves of pleasure, bringing her quickly to orgasm.

“As many times as you want,” Madelynn told her as she came. “For this is your breakfast as well.”

Naoka moaned softly as Selwyn’s mouth eased her down from one orgasm before working to build her to the next. Her head fell to the side and her eyes fluttered open. Beside her was a plate piled with delicious-looking pastries, yet she still felt no hunger for them.

Madelynn played with the girl’s hair, stroking and soothing her, adding sensation to all the others Naoka was feeling. The warm air on her naked body, with just a slight cooling breeze through the room. The tight bite of the ropes. Selwyn’s mouth. Her lips. Her tongue. The wet pleasure of it working her. The noisy wetness of it.

“Cum again,” Madelynn told her.

Naoka came, a long soft, gradually rising climax that left her whole body shaking.

“Filling, isn’t it? Each little or big orgasm leaving you feeling less hungry. Oh yes, little one, I see how you looked at the food. I saw your confusion, so much and none had any draw. You’ve been here long enough that the magic of this place has worked its way into you. As long as you reside here food will neither appeal nor sustain you. Till you leave orgasms will be the only sustenance you need to survive, and they will be the only sustenance you CAN survive on.”

Naoka moaned and shuddered, cumming again. Past the pleasure she could feel what the woman was talking about. She felt the sexual climaxes sustaining her.

“But we wouldn’t want our sexy little stray cat we’re trying to domesticate growing fat. So your first rule. Remember, little one? No cumming without permission. You’ll be given all the sustenance you need, but you won’t be allowed to overindulge on our watch.”

Selwyn pulled away from Naoka, leaving the girl whimpering and muttering for more. The two women ignored her for the moment.

“I’ve eaten my fill,” she declared, wiping the Kittaran’s juices from her face with the back of her hand. “She’s even more delicious than last I tasted her. You were ripe about letting the dreams marinate her. And now it is your turn, my love.”

Naoka watched as the two women switched places, stopping when they passed each other to share a long, passionate kiss.

“You still have permission to cum as much as you want,” Selwyn told Naoka as she leaned over and placed her hands on the girl’s chest.

“Thank you, Mistress,” the Kittaran gasped as Madelynn shoved her face into Naoka’s pussy.

The woman lacked some of the skill Selwyn had, but her greedy enthusiasm more than made up for it and she too soon had Naoka cumming multiple times.

“Feast as we feast on you,” Selwyn told Naoka. “You, pet, will thrive off orgasms. But we, the masters of this place, thrive on something else. We thrive on our pets’ and servants’ pleasure. It fills us, makes us strong. Understand, little one?”

“No,” Naoka said. She was barely following what the woman was saying, the pleasure was too much. Too distracting, too overwhelming.

“That’s alright,” the woman said as she caressed the girl’s chest. “We like it better when our pets don’t understand. When there are mysteries surrounding them. Mysteries build power, after all.”

* * *

Naoka lay happily exhausted on the table, purring contentedly and feeling fuller and more sustained than she’d ever felt in her life. And after cumming so many times her mind was clear of the fog that had been muddling it all morning.

With her mind clear it was free to wander. It went almost at once to the story the Girl in the Mirror had told her. These women… they are more than simple noblewomen. But they aren’t monsters in disguise! They can’t be. I feel too safe and they are showering me with such wondrous pleasures.

After deciding the girl was a liar and it was best not to listen to anything she’d said Naoka’s mind moved to her future. Hadn’t these women said she could stay with them as long as she wanted? As long as she followed their rules or, if she broke them, took her punishments?

She felt a little unsettled when she realized she wasn’t certain if that was what they had said. Trying to remember the previous day suddenly felt like trying to remember her dreams that morning. The harder she tried to cling to them the more the memories faded and slipped between her mental fingers.

Yesterday doesn’t matter. Only now and what comes next. More of this, I hope! More sensual magic. I want to be lost in it, lost in this place, submit to it and let it consume me!

“Will I be your feast every morning?” she eventually asked.

“Perhaps,” Madelynn said with an amused chuckle.

“But perhaps not,” Selwyn added quickly. “No two days are ever the same in our manor.”

“Keep being such a good girl and your life will be bliss,” Madelynn promised as she began untying the girl.

Selwyn joined her, helping untie her other limbs. “And remind us, little one, what is your one rule right now?”

“I do not cum without permission,” Naoka told them.

“And if you do?” Selwyn asked.

“I must be punished,” Naoka replied.

“That’s right,” Madelynn replied as she undid the last of the rope. “Submission, obedience, and punishment. It is what this place thrives on, it is what binds everyone and everything here together.”

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