5 comments/ 15552 views/ 23 favorites Kairi Ch. 01 By: TheHuntersMistress Author's note: First submission to literotica any comments are welcome and much appreciated. Short chapter to test the water but hopefully future chapters will be much longer! As of right now this story is a work in progress and I could use any suggestions to the plot line or characters plus I have no editor so lets see how this goes ;) *Mistress* ----------------------------------------------- The previous night had been terrible to say the least. Lately tending the bar at the most prestigious night club in Nevada, Red Riding's, has become a nightly struggle from all the drunken fights, or the wasted clientele that try to cop a feel. Believe me tending the bar in an upscale night club has it's plethora of employee perks, and I can cross it off my bucket list, but I would rather work in one of the small veterinary clinics in the town. I've always been drawn to animals. I am broken out of my reverie when my son of a bitch boss grabbed my ass. "I see you've been hitting the gym Kairi how about I help you with your cardio?" Rick winks at me as he moves to the opposite end of the bar. "Jesus the man may be the biggest douche bag, but damn that ass!" Steven states. I looked up to see Ryan and Matt staring at me while Steven flashes me a seductive grin. I'm starting realize why my male co-workers never get anything done, and I blush shyly. As a long-legged five foot six inch tall brunette I guess I can understand why men find me attractive at the bar since I have high cheek bones and full lips. I understand I'm pretty but I've never thought of myself as the sexy bombshell due to my smaller tits and almost nonexistent hips. The only advantage to having an athletic body is the tiny waist that resists my poor diet choices. I resume taking drink orders, "guys my face is up here remember, not that I have anything downstairs anyways," I reply sweetly. Ryan shakes his head, "Kairi you're different, not like a blonde bimbo with fake boobs, or a just another curvy woman, you're more than a casual fuck remember that." I hand a pomegranate margarita to an exceptionally beautiful redhead before I respond, "thanks Ryan I'm glad I don't come across as easy," I give the guys my best cheeky smile over my shoulder before I fill more drink orders. I glance at the clock that hangs above the beer taps, I'm relieved that the night has gone so smoothly and only a half-hour remains until the end of my shift, 2:30 A.M. I make my way over to a group of six unusually large men, the shortest being about six-one. "Hey can I get you guys anything to drink?" I ask. "Yeah, what do you recommend?" the tallest of the men, around six-four, inquires. "The pomegranate margarita has to be the best drink we offer, although it's not very manly," I respond with a friendly smile since the man is attractive. He nods his agreement while his friends try to find unoccupied stools, I retreat to the far end of the bar to make his margarita. My body tenses when I feel the presence of someone behind me who had not been there seconds before, I turn around quickly and find myself at eye level with Stevens broad, thickly muscled chest teasingly covered by a tight fitting black dress shirt. I'm startled by a low rumbling noise, "fuck Steven you almost gave me a heart attack! Why don't you take off early to grab something to eat since you're obviously famished, it's not very busy so I can cover for you until our shifts over." My eyes meet Steven's and I suppress a shudder, his eyes appear to glow a piercing emerald color before he speaks, "no I can wait the twenty-five minutes until our shift ends, but I think you could use the sleep cause you look like shit and you have school tomorrow." I roll my eyes "men are insensitive bastards most of the time! Whatever I just love being told I look like shit." I walk over to the nameless, tall, attractive male and hand him his drink before I disappear into the office to grab my purse and put my uniform into my locker before I slip out to the bar again. "Thanks Steven, night guys you're the best!" I call over my shoulder as I leave through the bars employee exit door and continue walking the short distance to my 1978 camaro. You know that feeling you get when you're being followed, or when you're just paranoid while walking to your car at night, alone? Calm down you are going to be fine it plus it only makes it worse by imagining bad things happening. I begin to walk faster as my imagination becomes frighteningly creative. When I finally reach my camaro I quickly unlock the door, climb in, and quickly re-lock all the doors again. "Safe," I whisper before my eyes meet the predatory gaze of a large animal. I shouldn't feel this horrified since mountain lions are common in Nevada but I am, my heart beats erratically. Those gold eyes terrify me. Kairi Ch. 02 I now understand why other writers take so long to post, sorry about the wait. Of course rate, comment, good or bad feed back you keep me writing!. Enjoy!;) Mistress *************************************** Gold orbs move forward until their owner's body becomes visible under the glow of the parking lot lights. I sharply inhale as the silhouette of a massive cat is revealed. My body is stiff and tense from fear, I'm unable to move. I try to scream as the cat slinks closer but my throat is too dry, even breathing is currently a challenge. I'm aware of movement to my right through my peripheral vision and another cat creeps into view far too close for comfort. My thoughts begin to straighten out enough for me to think rationally and I know I have to escape...somehow. The car is jostled, then the door squeals as it's ripped off the hinge by brute strength. I yell, "Fuck off!" as another cat stealthily emerges from the pre-dawn darkness, it sounds as though the cats are laughing at my remark through low broken rumbles. I turn the key in the ignition, but my heart drops as the sound of the air leaving my tires registers in my brain. I whimper as I recognize the shredded remains of my tires. Fumbling around in the glove box I manage to find a pen and slip out of the car swiftly dropping to a low crouch. The soft sound of paws on pavement alerts me to a cat rounding the front bumper, tensing my body I strike out at the brute jamming the pen deep into it's eye socket. Low growls and hisses reach my ears as I'm sprinting away from the screeching beast. The sound of their pursuit pushes me on, it's only a matter of time before they catch me. My mind feels strangely disjointed from my body, all I feel is the impact of my feet on the earth. This is a nightmare, this can't be happening, wake up. Sharp stings on my shins bring me back to the present, running through a large patch of sagebrush my foot gets snagged. The air is knocked out of me when my body hit's the ground, the hard earth unforgiving. Gasping for breath the cold air stings my lungs, my vision grows dim but low growls nearby notify me the hunt has ended. I welcome the nothingness. It was over before it ever began. My head throbs painfully. I am aware of uncomfortably cold objects on my wrists and struggle to sit up straight. Handcuffs adorn my wrists, groaning I silently curse my inability to remain conscious. If I hadn't been eaten by huge panther-like animals was I abducted while out cold? The room is small and dim with no windows or furniture only a tray of repulsive-looking food sits in front of the door. Slowly getting to my feet I search the room for an escape but the sound of approaching footsteps forces me to retreat back to the corner I woke up in, feigning sleep. The door swings open but I continue my act despite my undeniable urge to identify my captor. I hear the door close soon after and release a shallow shaky breath before opening my eyes. The menacing figure standing in front of the door makes a sound of disapproval in his throat, "Did you really think you could fool me that easily?" The large man slowly approaches me, I refuse to look at him and lose my courage, instead I opt to gaze at my handcuffs absentmindedly. Large hands roughly yank me to my feet, I'm not even up to his shoulders. Awesome. "Let me go," I demand finally looking at his face, I inhale sharply. I remember handing him his drink at the bar.. "You son of a bitch!" His masculine laugh infuriates me, "Hey babe, remember me? Good, cause I'm in charge around here got it?" I can make out his cocky grin in the dimness but I don't reply. He grabs me by the hair and a yelp escapes my lips as he drags me through blindingly bright lit hallways and large metal doors. "You will answer me when I ask you a question!" I refuse to apologize and I meet his angry glare, "I'm not sorry," I respond contemptuously. My refusal only increases his anger earning me a slap that knocks me to the ground, my face burns from both his slap and my fury. He moves to the opposite end of the room rustling through what sounds like metal objects before he returns with thick chains. I have to get out of here I think as I finally get off of the ground after my captor retreats to light a stove. He has his back to me when I run for the door, relieved when I find the door is unlocked, I sprint through the labyrinth of hallways desperately seeking an escape. Most of the doors I find are locked, Run to the Hills by Iron Maiden plays in my head, run for your life! Running around a corner I have no time to react other than scream as I'm ambushed and knocked down by two men. Screaming on the ground as they try to grab me I kick out at them viciously while curses escape my mouth. I yelp and struggle against the hands of one of the men as he's dragging me by one of my ankles through the hallways back to my original captor. "You shouldn't have done that babe." I'm laid on a cool metal table where my cuffed hands and ankles are chained to the table legs restraining me completely. I can't help the remark that escapes my lips, "You shouldn't have kidnapped me motherfucker!" My remark earns me another hard slap except this time my head slams against the table making me nauseous but silent. I feel too sick to care or worry about his plans so I just lay with my cheek against the cold metal surface. A searing pain on the outside of my upper thigh has me shrieking and battling against my restraints uncontrollably to escape the object causing my pain. I feel my stomach jump as it tries to expel anything it may contain due to the excruciating pain, but I only dry heave. Slowly I lose the power to fight.. Cold, it's so cold, and dim. I fight to retain consciousness but I feel it slowly slipping away, I hear laughter, then a name spoken into my ear. Konnr, then, nothing. Kairi Ch. 03 Sorry this chapter took so long, I had a heartbreaking family crisis and sadly more are on the way. I Tried to make this chapter a little longer but we'll see. Chapter 4 is already in the making so hopefully it won't be a long wait. Feel free to comment anything useful, humorous, opinionated, and or mean since you will anyways ;) Tell me how I did on my editing! ~~~~~~~~~~~Mistress~~~~~~~~~~~ I wince from the pain emanating from my outer thigh as well as from the stiffness of my body while testing my restraints. My head is spinning but there's a strange constant stinging sensation on the inside of my forearm. I stretch languidly as I relish the feeling of my vertebrae popping back into place while my brain tries to adjust to reality Where am I? Attempting to clear the fog in my head I shake my head only to be rewarded with a painful throb in my right arm. Gasping at the sudden pain I groan as the throb intensifies into an insistent burn through my entire arm. Fighting the sudden wave of nausea I close my eyes allowing my body a short rest. My eyes flutter open in a panic to check for any serious damage to my body or signs I have been assaulted while unconscious. Other than the soreness of my entire body only my right arm and outer thigh concern me, slowly tilting my head back I notice a plastic device is tapped in the crook of my elbow. My stomach knots uncomfortably, a catheter. A feeling of utter hopelessness washes over me accompanied by a cold stinging wetness rolling down my cheeks. The action is foreign to me, the cold trails left by tears remind me of the last time I allowed myself to cry. *Flashback* My childhood was easily the best time of my life, I was always surrounded by a loving family. My father Michael absolutely adored my mother Leanne, you could see the adoration in his eyes every time he looked at her. My heart aches at the memory of my parents. It was the last day of fifth grade when my father drove me back home, I walked into my parents' bedroom and found my mom naked and bloody lying face-first on her bed. I nudged her lifeless body, her throat was torn open. I must have screamed since my father ran into the room and grabbed me dragging me out of the house and into his ford truck. I glanced out of the back window and whimpered when a black truck began tailgating us. There was a hard jolt, then the truck swerved into us causing our truck to careen off the road. I had this weightlessness before being thrashed around the cabin of the truck. A sharp searing pain in my midsection snapped me out of a daze. I looked down and found a large fragment of glass embedded in my stomach, blood quickly seeping through my favorite shirt. With strength I never knew my body possessed, I slowly pulled the jagged glass from my flesh with shaking fingers before crawling out of a shattered window of the overturned vehicle clutching my stomach. A man was slowly approaching the wrecked truck when I remembered my father was still inside. Quickly crawling to the drivers window I shook my motionless father, hoping. His green eyes suddenly shot open, he only uttered one word, "run". That would be the last time I saw my father, alive or otherwise. The severity of the situation overwhelmed me, looking into my father's pleading eyes under my breath I whispered, "I love you." I wanted to live, I wasn't ready to die, I was too young. Looking back on it now I wish I'd stayed and died with my father. I left part of myself behind that day and I've never been happy, I mean really, truly happy. *End flashback* When the tears cease I'm left with a chronic sniffle while I berate myself for giving into my emotions. Emotions only made a person susceptible to attack. My foster father stated his view clearly, "emotions have no place in a strong fighter. Emotion is a weakness, warriors must show no weakness, not ever", his voice drones in my head. With closed eyes I try to locate an object to pick the locks of my restraints with my mind, an uncanny ability I developed shortly before my parents were killed. I didn't embrace this power instead I chose to hide it, until now that is. A hint of a smile plays across my lips while my mind struggles to carry an allen wrench from across the room, maybe I should develop this ability more, it couldn't hurt. Mentally probing the heavy duty padlock I'm able to ascertain the exact length, pattern, and tension of each of the numerous pins that lie within the thick steel lock. Here goes nothing... Imagining the metal of the allen wrench was pliable clay I reshape it to the exact specifics to open the lock with intense concentration. Resting, I allow my mind to guide my key into the lock and slowly turn it to avoid causing any noises. My eyes flutter open as the metallic click reaches my eager ears, it had worked after all. Slowly slipping my wrist from the cuff, I grab my makeshift key and quickly unlock my right cuff followed by the restraints securing my ankles. Quietly moving my stiff body to dismount the table, a familiar stinging burning sensation captures my attention causing me to wince. Sitting upright after being restrained for so long causes my head to swim and my vision to blur lightly. Closing my eyes I fight a sudden wave of nausea while my fingers skim my arm for the cause of the pain. Nearing he tender area of the crook of my right elbow, I gingerly touch something plastic before easing my eyes open. My eyes go wide when I finally remember the presence of the catheter earlier. Sick. Fucking. Twisted. Bastard. I haven't used my mind on people but I know just who to start with. Gently peeling the medical tape back, I cautiously grasp the plastic catheter and slowly withdraw it from it's position embedded deep in my vein causing a small spray of blood to be released before I carefully replace the tape over the wound. Slowly allowing my feet to touch the ground I pause as I gain my balance. The sound of boisterous laughter and deep male voices has me quietly hurling myself into the far corner to the right of the door. Please don't let them find me, please, let me disappear I silently plead while I watch the door swing open with baited breath. A sharp intake of breath, "WHERE IS SHE!" The booming roar nearly causes my heart to explode. Please don't find me A slightly lower male voice responds, "We were only gone for twenty minutes at the most sir" as my captor strides into the torture room seething, seemingly oblivious of my terrified presence. He and his lackeys begin to comb through the spacious room, I feel like I know his name, but I just cannot recall it at the moment. Now is not the time though, I should worry about escaping alive. The leader of the groups eyes are practically glowing a rich gold color when they scan the corner I'm huddled in, dismissively skipping over where im crouched. I hold my breath as his lashes flutter closed while he deeply inhales. "Her scent is faint, very faint, so she must have escaped soon after we left her. Terrance, I want you and Mac to track her down at all costs, or its your throats I'll be tearing out." "Yes sir!" the two males in question respond in unison before quickly exiting the room, leaving only two other men along with their leader. My breathing has began to even out now that I realize the extent of my powers, they may not only be mental. Mentally, I configure my escape plan, this may be easier than I previously thought due to my powers. Hushed voices catch my attention, focusing intently I'm able to catch portions of their clandestine conversation, "...there's something different about her-" "she didn't smell of anything but human, sir." "no, you're right, I guess I have just underestimated humans. Marc, Trae, I trust you two to visit the bar the human worked at and listen for any information regarding her or her disappearance," For a moment I wonder if any of the guys noticed my uncharacteristic absence at work since I was kidnapped. Of course they did... "stay away from the males that work at the bar, and don't let them scent you or I'll kill you myself. I don't need any more complications to my plans, got it?" the leader demands. "yes alpha" Alpha, What the fuck? Maybe I shouldn't mess with him since he seems ignorant of my ability, if he knew it'd just make him chase me more. The two slightly smaller men slowly depart for their duty leaving only their alpha behind. Konnr, his name is Konnr I recall. He walks out of the room into the maze-like hallway purposefully, and I slowly pursue him hobbling along on unsteady legs. Unlike me he knows the way out of this place. I hiss when the denim of my jeans rubs against what feels like raw skin, but immediately freeze. Konnr seems unaware of the noise and has no reaction, maybe I masked not only my form but my scent and any sounds I make. Amazing. Did my parents know, were they human? I resume following my captor until he unlocks a large reenforced steel door when I'm greeted by the fresh scent of the outdoors. Turning I find myself watching him remove his clothes out of curiosity. The man I know as Konnr strips quickly revealing rippling muscles and a deliciously sculpted ass before he morphs fluidly into the muscled body of a huge black cat before sprinting off. I stand tense, shocked, confused, and slightly turned on. He was the Animal from the bar! Although I apparently inherited magical abilities it's still a challenge coming to terms that creature much like werewolves do exist. He most certainly wasn't a wolf so what was he? Were-feline, no, werecat. Speaking of pussies... Walking in the direction I instinctively knew home was, the soft fabric of my panties caressed my swollen cunt with every step. It was about half an hour later that my desire become so overwhelmingly powerful rubbing my thighs together no longer sated my desire. Slowly lowering myself onto the ground in the shade of tall, dense overgrown scrub, my hand descend down my muscled abdomen into my panties. No one will hear my cries of pleasure I am sure. Inserting one finger at first into my tight passage I'm shocked to find it so thoroughly saturated. Easing in a second finger a wanton moan echos in my ears, was that really me? My hips buck in time to my thrusting fingers, my tight walls rippling slightly alert me to my impending orgasm rapidly approaching. Sweat lightly coats my forehead as grunts and moans escape my lips while my fingers fervently pump in and out of my slick channel causing me to writhe in pleasure . Finally my vaginal walls wildly convulse around my invading digits soaking them in my juices as I cry out in pleasure, blinded by bright flashes beneath my eyelids. Sated, I lazily stretch before mentally making sure my presence is still masked. The sun is beginning to set. Voice still husky from pleasure I ask myself, "How long have I been missing?" before I settle down to take a catnap. My eyes flutter open to the darkness of night, it feels as though my eyes are still tightly closed. Give me sight? Although the landscape surrounding me remains a dark cloud, my sense of hearing is stronger, guiding me safely around obstacles toward home. Its like seeing through my hearing much like a blind person would navigate. Good enough for me I chuckle in my head before setting off for home once again.