Kitten Girl
By Ogawa.
Issue 13: Heavy Petting Zoo
In our last issue, Michelle and Mayaka had carried Kitten Girl to a cage where the Tigress, Cheetah, and Serpent Girl are currently kept. Some hours after the sleeping Kitten Girl was placed in this cage, Kitten Girl is awoken by a kiss from Serpent Girl. Her eyes paralyze Kitten Girl.
“Hello, slave,” Serpent Girl says cutely while looking deeply into Kitten Girl’s eyes.
Kitten Girl can feel strong hands holding her arms. A girl’s well-toned body is pressed up against her back. She can feel someone breathing on her neck. Kitten Girl now notices that she seems to be sitting in the lap of a girl with an orange, striped body, of whom she can barely see behind her.
“How’re you feeling, sexy girl?” the Tigress says into Kitten Girl’s ear.
“Uh, I’m kinda tired,” responds Kitten Girl.
“Yeah, and your sweatsuit’s still a bit wet too,” remarks the Tigress, pulling Kitten Girl up a bit more.
“Well everyone, welcome to our new ‘zoo,’” says Michelle’s voice outside the cage.
The animal girls look out from their padded bars to see all kinds of girls watching them. Michelle stands right outside the cage, holding a microphone. Michelle is back to wearing her silver harem slave bikini with her silver navel ring and ankle bracelet. The only real difference in Michelle’s outfit this time is that she’s now also wearing a pair of silver-coloured, simple, flat heel shoes. Mayaka is also there, standing beside Michelle, wearing a gold-coloured version of Michelle’s harem slave bikini, her usual gold navel ring, and a gold-coloured ankle bracelet on her right ankle. Mayaka also wears a Japanese five-yen coin on a string around her neck.
“Are we gonna be in here forever?” worriedly asks Cheetah.
“No, it’s only for this show,” Michelle says to Cheetah, covering her microphone. “Just have fun with Kitten Girl.”
“Oh, okay, I can do that,” replies Cheetah, picking up a walnut-sized crystal.
“You can see the kneeling Kitten Girl in the damp pink sweatsuit being held by the Tigress,” Michelle says to the crowd. “Right now, you can see her being mesmerized by Serpent Girl.”
Serpent Girl smiles as she captivates Kitten Girl with her gaze.
“But I think Cheetah wants to have some fun with Kitten Girl too,” says Michelle.
“Yeah, let me hypnotize her for a bit,” chimes Cheetah.
“Okay, but let’s make it a bit more fun for you,” Serpent Girl says slyly before whispering into Kitten Girl’s ear.
“What did you tell her?” inquires Cheetah.
“I told her to beg you not to hypnotize her,” informs Serpent Girl. “Her begging with everyone watching—should be pretty hot.”
Serpent Girl moves aside and Cheetah slinks up to Kitten Girl. She holds up the crystal, moving it around a bit in her fingers, making it glitter before Kitten Girl’s eyes.
“No, please, not again,” begs Kitten Girl, fruitlessly trying to wiggle free from the Tigress’s grasp. “Please don’t hypnotize me again. Please—no. I can’t take it anymore. Please—stop.”
Kitten Girl shakes her head a bit, pathetically trying to break the spell Cheetah’s crystal has over her. Yet Kitten Girl’s eyes remain largely on the crystal against her own wishes. As light glinting off the crystal shines into Kitten Girl’s eyes, she becomes noticeably drowsier and weaker.
“No—please—please don’t mesmerize me,” pleads a drowsy Kitten Girl. “Please—you’re making me—making me—ohhhhhhh.”
The Tigress wraps her arms around Kitten Girl’s chest and her legs around Kitten Girl’s hips, snuggling her as close as possible. The Tigress moves her left hand down to Kitten Girl’s stomach and slowly circles the snow leopard girl’s exposed bellybutton with her forefinger.
“And now you want to stare at the crystal, Kitten Girl,” the Tigress coaxes right into Kitten Girl’s ear. “You want to become Cheetah’s toy.”
Cheetah then smirks at Kitten Girl, who now sleepily gazes at the crystal.
“Now—I don’t have to tell you to focus on this crystal, do I, Kitten Girl?” coos Cheetah.
“No, ma’am,” replies Kitten Girl. “I’m looking at it. I’ll obey.”
“Your mind is going blank,” Cheetah tells Kitten Girl. “Very blank. Veeery blank. Your mind is empty. You will accept what I’m saying as your new thoughts.”
Poor Kitten Girl can do nothing except stare blankly into the crystal, her weak mind accepting Cheetah’s commands.
“Now, let your eyes close and listen closely to what I have to say,” commands Cheetah.
Kitten Girl sighs as her eyes softly close and her head limps forward.
“That’s good,” Cheetah says in a soft, seductive tone. “Very good, my slave. Now listen. Listen closely, Kitten Girl. You desire me. You’re thinking about me kissing and holding you right now.”
Kitten Girl begins to blush.
“Soon I’ll allow you to wake up,” coaxes Cheetah. “When you awaken, you will forget that I’ve hypnotized you and you will still desire me greatly, but you’ll be too shy to say so. Now I’m going to count backward from ten and then snap my fingers, then you’ll awaken.”
The Tigress unwraps her arms and legs from Kitten Girl, now only holding the snow leopard by her upper arms so she doesn’t fall over. Cheetah counts down from ten to one and then snaps her fingers. Kitten Girl’s eyes open, blinking. She looks up at Cheetah.
“Hey there,” Cheetah says sweetly. “You awake, sleepyhead?”
“Uh, yeah,” Kitten Girl replies. “I guess I was dozing.”
“So what do you want to do now?” asks Cheetah.
“Oh, ummm,” Kitten Girl says meanderingly. “I’m not sure.”
“Why don’t you come here?” requests Cheetah, taking Kitten Girl away from the Tigress and into her arms, making her blush even more. “That’s a nice sweatsuit you have on. It looks so tight and formfitting. I like how it only shows your bellybutton. How come it’s so damp?”
“Uh, I was in like a steam room, or something,” responds Kitten Girl.
“Mm hm,” says Cheetah. “So anyway, you can’t think of anything you’d want to do with me right now?”
“Uh, wow, there are a lot of girls staring at us,” says Kitten Girl, trying to change the subject. “Hey, some are eating popcorn.”
Michelle gives Cheetah a somewhat annoyed look and makes a gesture with her hand implying that she should hurry up and do whatever it is she’s planning to do. Mayaka giggles a bit.
“Uh, come on, Kitten Girl,” Cheetah says with an air of impatience. “There’s gotta be something you wanna do.”
“Oh, uh, I’ll do anything you wanna do,” finally states Kitten Girl.
“So you’ll just go along with anything I say?” inquires Cheetah.
“Yeah, sure,” establishes Kitten Girl. “I’ll do anything you want me to do.”
“Really?” Cheetah cutely remarks. “You’ll do anything I say? Like a slave?”
“Oh—golly,” replies Kitten Girl, her red face peeking out from behind the white makeup. “A slave? Well, yeah, I guess I’ll be your slave. Uh, if that’s what you really want. Um, what would you make me do if I was your slave?”
“Well, maybe I could tickle you a bit,” comments Cheetah. “And we could go from there.”
“That’s funny, ‘cause if you tickle me, I’ll have to obey you,” says Kitten Girl.
“Oh, yeah, how come?” Cheetah inquires.
“I don’t know,” Kitten Girl replies, shrugging. “All I know is that I become silent and obedient whenever I’m tickled.”
“Really?” asks Cheetah while picking up a feather and running it across the strip of Kitten Girl’s exposed tummy. “Like this?”
“Yes, ma’am,” is all Kitten Girl can say as her expression goes slack.
“Now tell me, Kitten Girl, in front of all these people,” begins Cheetah. “What would you really like to do with me?”
“I-I want you to kiss me and touch me,” informs Kitten Girl. “I wanna be your love slave.”
“There,” responds Cheetah, putting the feather down. “Does having to admit that humiliate you?”
Kitten Girl nods her head, visibly embarrassed.
“Everyone’s watching,” whispers Kitten Girl, glancing from the corner of her eye to the giddy crowd.
“Doesn’t their watching turn you on?” asks Cheetah. “Even a bit?”
“It isn’t right,” Kitten Girl replies. “It’s sick. We shouldn’t give in to these kinds of feelings.”
“We’re animals, Kitten Girl,” softly speaks Cheetah into Kitten Girl’s ear. “We’re only stupid animals. We have no choice but to give in. We’re too weak-willed to resist. We’re slaves to these feelings. Helpless slaves.” And with that, Cheetah deeply embraces Kitten Girl, kissing her passionately. She pins Kitten Girl to the floor of the cage, sliding her hands up Kitten Girl’s sweatshirt.
“I’m yours,” Kitten Girl says softly after the kiss, staring deeply into Cheetah’s eyes, her voice nearly cracking.
“Course you are, dear,” Cheetah responds and kisses her again.
“Why don’t you show her off a bit?” suggests Michelle.
“What? No, wait a minute,” says Kitten Girl as Cheetah brings her up to her knees, facing the onlookers. “This isn’t right. They shouldn’t be watching. Please, make those girls go away.”
“You’re not much of an exhibitionist, Kitten Girl,” comments Cheetah. “You should let the girls watch you and I make love. You should let them see me undress you.”
“No, it isn’t right,” whines Kitten Girl.
“I thought you liked to be naked,” replies Cheetah as she begins to very slowly pull up Kitten Girl’s sweatshirt.
“No, not like this,” Kitten Girl complains further. “I don’t like this kind of naked. It’s dirty. Please don’t show me off like this.”
Cheetah ignores Kitten Girl’s pleas and pulls her shirt up over her head. Cheetah tosses the sweatshirt aside and moves her hands down to the sides of Kitten Girl’s sweatpants.
“No, no, you’re humiliating me, stop,” Kitten Girl says, her eyes getting moist.
“Look at Cheetah pulling down Kitten Girl’s pants,” Michelle says to the crowd. “Doesn’t that snow leopard have a great body?”
The crowd begins to amorously pet and fondle each other while watching poor Kitten Girl being undressed. Mayaka embraces Michelle from behind and gently kisses the back of her neck several times. Cheetah soon drops Kitten Girl’s sweatpants beside her sweatshirt on the floor. Kitten Girl is now only wearing her snow leopard body paint, her cat’s ears hair braid, and her pink socks.
“It feels nice to get out of those clothes, doesn’t it?” Cheetah says into Kitten Girl’s ear while snuggling up behind her.
“But I don’t like the way the girls are looking at me,” states Kitten Girl. “I want to cover up. I feel dirty. Please don’t let them look at me that way.”
“Remember, Kitten Girl,” Cheetah says in a somewhat stern tone. “You’re my slave. You’re my doll.”
“Y-yes, ma’am,” Kitten Girl reluctantly replies. “But do you have to humiliate me like this? My body is supposed to be for you only.”
“You want to please me, don’t you?” asks Cheetah.
Kitten Girl nods her head, tears visibly in her eyes.
“Then this is what we’re doing,” states Cheetah, and then turns to Michelle. “Tell them they can ‘pet’ Kitten Girl.”
“Mmmm, I like that,” Michelle says, smiling while her right hand reaches behind to fondle Mayaka’s backside.
Michelle soon turns around and kisses Mayaka and then turns to the other onlooking girls.
“Okay, everyone, we’re going to turn this into a bit of a ‘petting zoo,’” says Michelle into her microphone. “You can all gather around and stroke Kitten Girl’s body. Just reach in between the bars, but be gentle and don’t shove each other. Everyone will get their turn.”
The girls excitedly gather around the cage. Soft, smooth, feminine hands reach in between the padded bars and gently stroke Kitten Girl’s front. One girl slowly places her forefinger into Kitten Girl’s mouth and requests that she softly suckle on it. The always-submissive Kitten Girl completely complies as she shuts her eyes and gently licks and suckles on the girl’s finger. Other girls run their hands everywhere they can reach. Over her nipples, down her luscious tummy, over her thighs, and especially between her thighs are the most popular areas the girls like to caress. Kitten Girl moans as she sucks on the anonymous girl’s finger while other girls run their hands across and down her nether regions. The anonymous girl moves her finger around the inside of Kitten Girl’s mouth a bit, making it open slightly. Kitten Girl obediently licks the girl’s finger, a bit like a Popsicle. The anonymous girl then inserts her middle finger along with her forefinger, making Kitten Girl suckle on both of them.
“Such a good girl,” remarks the anonymous girl. “So submissive. Oh, I wish I could kiss you.”
Cheetah still holds Kitten Girl in place, allowing the other girls to get their hands where they’d like on the nubile cat slave’s body. Kitten Girl squirms and moans a bit, futilely trying not to be aroused. Soon, she simply gives in and the girls make her climax.
“Okay, I think you’ve all had enough fun with her,” says Michelle. “It’s time to go back to just watching.”
The girls reluctantly return to their positions of viewing.
“Okay, Cheetah, let someone else have some fun with our living doll,” gently orders Michelle.
“Um, alright, how ‘bout you, Tigress?” offers Cheetah.
“Yeah, I’d like to dress her up in gym shorts and a nice, tight T-shirt,” says the Tigress.
“We have a full wardrobe,” Michelle informs. “I’ll have a bunch of clothes brought in.”
Michelle tells some nearby girls to go get various outfits, including the one the Tigress requested. The girls take off. Mayaka has her arms wrapped around Michelle’s waist and is playing with her bellybutton ring. In a few minutes, the girls return with the clothes. The Tigress soon slides a skimpy pair of silk pink gym shorts and a tight white T-shirt onto Kitten Girl’s body.
“Ohhh, she looks so cute in this!” the Tigress cheers while cuddling Kitten Girl close. “Hey, Serpent Girl, would you like to tickle her tummy?”
“Mm hm,” seductively responds Serpent Girl.
The Tigress, holding Kitten Girl in a kneeling position so she can barely move, slowly pulls up Kitten Girl’s T-shirt, revealing her midriff. Serpent Girl seductively slinks on her hands and knees over to the Tigress and Kitten Girl and picks up a large feather. She stares directly into Kitten Girl’s eyes, keeping her hypnotized and making her eyelids droop somewhat. Serpent Girl then glides the feather in an “s” fashion down Kitten Girl’s tummy, draining the poor girl of any last remaining free will she might ever have had.
“Whaddaya wanna make her do?” inquires the Tigress.
“I dunno,” Serpent Girl replies while making figure eights along Kitten Girl’s belly with the feather. “I just like making her helpless.”
Tears slowly begin to roll down Kitten Girl’s cheeks. Serpent Girl continues to mercilessly tickle Kitten Girl for at least a few minutes. The feather slowly moves up, down, and around the contours of Kitten Girl’s belly. Over and around her hips, circling her bellybutton, and moving up and down and side to side along her tummy.
“Okay, I’d like to do some other stuff with her now,” the Tigress says, turning Kitten Girl around to face her.
The Tigress gently places Kitten Girl on her back and pins her down a bit. She grabs what appears to be a shiny metal ball on a chain and swings it back and forth over Kitten Girl’s eyes. Kitten Girl’s breathing slows. She licks her lips and gulps a few times while following the swinging metal ball with her eyes.
“You’re going to stand on two legs,” orders the Tigress. “Don’t worry, you can do it. I don’t know why you have such a hard time doing it. The rest of us only crawl around because we like it. We can all stand on two legs, and now so can you. When I put this trinket down, you’re going to stand and pose a bit for the girls watching us.”
The Tigress puts down the metal ball on a chain and lets Kitten Girl go. Kitten Girl stands up and poses a bit like a model for the girls on the outside of the cage. She puts her hands up over her head, sways her hips a bit, bends down, and performs other various poses that she’s seen in magazines. Some of the girls outside the cage have cameras and take pictures. The Tigress stands up and moves beside Kitten Girl. She places her hands on Kitten Girl’s hips and walks her over to the bars closest to the watching girls.
“Let’s see, umm, how ‘bout you?” the Tigress says, pointing to a nearby girl. “Why don’t you come over here for a bit?”
“Me?” asks the girl. “Um, okay.”
The girl walks over to the cage. This girl is a cute brunette with long hair, bangs, and sexy bedroom eyes. She’s wearing a white T-shirt and pink panties, which kind of match Kitten Girl’s white T-shirt and pink gym shorts.
“Why don’t you tickle her?” requests the Tigress, handing the girl a feather.
“Well, actually, I’d rather kiss her and touch her and stuff,” the girl says plainly.
“Just give her a tickle to start with,” says the Tigress. “Just for fun. Then kiss her and stuff. What’s your name?”
“Dawn,” the girl responds with a smile.
“You’re real cute,” comments the Tigress. “You have really nice eyes.”
“Thank you,” replies Dawn, taking the feather.
“Could you tie up your shirt for me?” the Tigress asks. “I’d like to see more of your sexy body.”
Dawn blushes.
“Um, okay, sure,” Dawn says, covering her mouth with her hand from mild embarrassment.
Dawn ties up the bottom of her T-shirt, showing off her stomach. The Tigress then slowly pulls up Kitten Girl’s shirt, revealing her smooth tummy. Dawn then tickles Kitten Girl’s exposed belly with the feather. Kitten Girl now hates the idea of being tickled. She so badly wants to squirm while the feather slowly slides up, down, and along her supple stomach. But Kitten Girl is completely helpless to the spell Serpent Girl had previously woven over her, and can say and do nothing and only meekly submit to the irresistible power Dawn now has over her mind and body.
“So you wanna kiss her?” inquires the Tigress.
“Yeah,” Dawn answers, still tickling Kitten Girl.
“Then tell her,” the Tigress says.
“Kitten Girl, I’d like to kiss you,” Dawn tells the cat girl. “You, like, have to do what I say so you’re going let me kiss you.”
Dawn hands the feather back to the Tigress and reaches in between the bars and around Kitten Girl’s waist. She pulls Kitten Girl closer and the two girls kiss, their faces just touching the sides of the bars. The kiss lasts rather long. Michelle taps on her wrist as though she were wearing a watch, basically telling the Tigress to hurry up.
“Oh, okay, I think you’ve had enough fun with Kitten Girl,” the Tigress tells Dawn.
“Oh, sorry,” Dawn says as she lets Kitten Girl go. “She’s an amazing kisser.”
“Yeah,” comments the Tigress. “We’re gonna play some more dress up. Is there any outfit you’d like to see her in?”
“Yeah, how about a kind of businesswoman’s suit?” Dawn requests.
“Okay,” the Tigress responds, while getting the suit.
The Tigress sits Kitten Girl down and slides her pink socks off. Then, Kitten Girl is dressed in a skimpy version of a businesswoman’s outfit. It’s a brown suit with a very short and tight skirt and a jacket that’s deliberately a bit too tight on Kitten Girl. The jacket is made in such a way that it shows a great deal of cleavage and the area under the buttons is a triangular opening that shows Kitten Girl’s bellybutton. There’s also a pair of fake glasses, with regular glass in the lenses that neither improves nor impairs eyesight. The glasses are small and oval-shaped with black plastic rims. Finally, Kitten Girl is made to wear a pair of brown high heel pumps.
“You’d look almost half serious in this outfit, if it weren’t so tight and skimpy,” the Tigress tells Kitten Girl. “I think we should hold on to this one for future reference. Now, let’s see what else we can dress you up as.”
The Tigress then dresses Kitten Girl up as a hula girl with a grass skirt and a skimpy piece of pink cloth for a top. Kitten Girl also wears a flower ankle bracelet, a lei around her neck, and a flower in her hair.
“Can you hula dance?” asks the Tigress.
Kitten Girl kind of puts her arms out to one side a bit and slowly sways her hips. She gives the Tigress a look that basically says, “Am I doing this right?”
“Yeah, you look good,” the Tigress assures.
Serpent Girl, on her hands and knees, slinks up to Kitten Girl and gently licks her calves. Kitten Girl looks down at Serpent Girl who slowly slinks her way up under Kitten Girl’s grass skirt and licks her backside.
“Serpent Girl, not yet,” says the Tigress. “Just let Kitten Girl sway her hips.”
“Fine,” replies Serpent Girl as she crawls away.
The Tigress spies a girl on the other side of the cage with a handheld digital camcorder.
“Dance for the camera, Kitten Girl,” the Tigress persuades.
Kitten Girl turns to face the camera and sways her hips. The Tigress moves behind Kitten Girl, takes hold of her arms, and raises them above her head.
“Smile for the camera,” the Tigress coos seductively. “That’s right.”
Kitten Girl smiles and obediently sways her hips in a slow, almost rhythmic motion. Her hips seduce the camera. The onlooking girls desire her more as she sways. Kitten Girl submissively purrs as her hips sway and churn, further arousing the girls. After a few minutes, the Tigress allows Kitten Girl to stop.
“I think we have all we need,” says the Tigress, and then turns to Michelle. “Could we see the footage?”
“Sure thing,” replies Michelle, then turning to the girl with the camcorder and saying, “Hand them the camera.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the girl submissively and happily replies.
She walks up to the cage and hands the Tigress her camcorder. The Tigress plays the footage back on the built-in monitor before Kitten Girl.
“She looks so nice swaying her hips,” says the Tigress, holding Kitten Girl close while showing her the footage.
“That’s me?” asks Kitten Girl.
“No, that’s a girl who looks like you,” the Tigress states, clearly lying. “Just look at her lovely, sensual body, her swaying hips. Look at how shapely she is as her hips sway back and forth, back and forth.”
Kitten Girl becomes mesmerized by the image of herself “hula” dancing and believes anything she’s told.
“No, she isn’t you, Kitten Girl. She’s actually a much stronger willed girl who’s going to dominate you,” the Tigress continues. “You see how she’s smiling? She’s smiling because she knows she has you. She knows she’s mesmerizing you and placing you under her control. Listen to her purr. She purrs out of the pleasure of knowing she’s got you under her spell. It’s such a soft, seductive purring that entrances you even more. You will obey this girl. You’re her slave. You belong to this girl, much like how you belong to all girls.”
“I—I am her slave,” drones Kitten Girl.
“That’s right,” comments the Tigress with a cute smirk. “And you know what else? She’s telling you to kiss me.”
Kitten Girl turns to the Tigress. They embrace, their warm bodies press together as they deeply kiss.
“She’s telling you to do a lot more, too,” says the Tigress as she covertly hands the girl on the other side of the cage her camcorder back.
“What’s she telling me to do?” innocently asks Kitten Girl.
“Well, I think dress up time is on hiatus for now,” the Tigress seductively responds while undoing Kitten Girl’s top.
The Tigress tosses the cloth top to the ground and kisses Kitten Girl. She starts to pull down Kitten Girl’s grass skirt while kissing her. Cheetah moves up behind Kitten Girl and pulls the skirt the rest of the way down. Cheetah then stands up and places her hands on Kitten Girl’s hips and licks from between her shoulder blades up to the back of her neck. The girls then get down on their knees. Cheetah wraps her arms around Kitten Girl’s waist and pulls her backward. The Tigress moves her head down so she can lick Kitten Girl’s belly, and then down further, slowly sliding her tongue down to where Kitten Girl is most sensitive. Serpent Girl slinks over to the now writhing and panting Kitten Girl and traces the front of her body with her forefinger and middle finger, alternating between the two. Serpent Girl runs her fingers around Kitten Girl’s nipples, then down her tummy and around her bellybutton, and back up to her nipples again, sexually tickling the poor girl. Between tickling, Serpent Girl occasionally holds her forefinger in front of Kitten Girl’s eyes and slowly sways it back and forth, making Kitten Girl’s eyelids droop and her eyes glaze over. Soon, Serpent Girl begins issuing commands to her hypnotized toy.
“Focus on the sensation you feel from the Tigress and Cheetah licking your body,” Serpent Girl says soothingly. “You can feel this sensation growing the more I speak to you. Soon the sensation is ten times as intense as when they started.”
Kitten Girl moans loudly as Cheetah licks her back while the Tigress licks in between her thighs.
“You hate that girls are doing this to you, but it feels so good, doesn’t it, Kitten Girl?” rhetorically asks Serpent Girl. “Yes, of course it does. And now the sensation is so intense you feel lightheaded. The room is spinning around you. It’s like you’re drugged.”
Kitten Girl is sweating now and visibly fatigued.
“You can feel yourself climaxing,” Serpent Girl coaxes. “But it’s an unending climax. You feel your body spiraling into physical ecstasy. Your body is incredibly sensitive now. I’m going to lick some of the sweat off your body, Kitten Girl. I’ll start with your nipples.”
Serpent Girl licks Kitten Girl’s nipples, which are now incredibly solid and sensitive. The feeling of Serpent Girl’s tongue against them is almost like an odd and immensely pleasurable static shock to Kitten Girl, who cries out a strange mix of partial laughter and loud moaning. The Tigress is still caressing in between Kitten Girl’s thighs with her tongue while Cheetah continues to lick and kiss Kitten Girl’s back. Serpent Girl now works her tongue over Kitten Girl’s belly and then up between her breasts, up her chin, and right to her lips. The kiss Serpent Girl gives Kitten Girl is almost electric. Kitten Girl closes her eyes, having long since surrendered. When the kiss is over, Kitten Girl wonders if smoke will come from her mouth when she next exhales.
“Okay,” says Serpent Girl, stroking Kitten Girl’s hair. “It’s okay, Kitten Girl. It’s over now. You’re coming back down out of hypnosis. There’s a good girl. Just lie back now.”
Cheetah and the Tigress let Kitten Girl go, as it’s Serpent Girl’s time to play with her. Kitten Girl lies on the floor while Serpent Girl pets her.
“Are you feeling alright?” inquires Serpent Girl.
“Ooohhh, I’m not sure,” moans Kitten Girl.
“Why don’t you just look into my eyes for a while?” Serpent Girl requests.
“Okay,” Kitten Girl says weakly.
“You find my eyes calming, Kitten Girl,” coos Serpent Girl. “You feel better now. You feel so calm and relaxed. You like listening to me very much and you want to do as I say. You like me very much. You want me to kiss you.”
“Yes, please kiss me,” begs Kitten Girl, her hands clasped together hopefully.
“Very well, if you really want me to,” Serpent Girl teases.
Kitten Girl rapidly nods her head.
“Okay, then, keep looking into my eyes,” gently commands Serpent Girl. “Relax deeper. Let go.”
And with that, Serpent Girl leans in to give Kitten Girl a soft yet firm kiss. This isn’t an overly sexual French kiss, but a warm and sensual kiss where the girls’ mouths open only slightly, their lips caressing each other.
“Now let’s play some more dress up,” says Serpent Girl. “Let’s try some bathing suits.”
Serpent Girl dresses Kitten Girl in a leopard-style pretzel swimsuit and makes her pose for the girls outside the cage. Some take pictures and some record her on handheld camcorders. Serpent Girl seductively moves around Kitten Girl, sometimes touching her and tickling her a bit and occasionally tracing her forefinger down Kitten Girl’s back and tummy. Soon, Serpent Girl removes Kitten Girl’s pretzel suit and dresses her in a pink deep v plunge thong swimsuit. Kitten Girl is made by Serpent Girl to pose in the same way. This time, Serpent Girl occasionally kisses Kitten Girl in between poses.
“You’re so cute,” comments Serpent Girl. “Why don’t I let you choose the next outfit?”
“Really?” Kitten Girl says excitedly.
“Sure,” confirms Serpent Girl.
“Okay, I want underwear for starters,” says Kitten Girl. “And a pretty dress. Something that covers me.”
“Oh, groan,” remarks Serpent Girl. “Dresses are for humans. Animals should wear thongs.”
“No, please!” begs Kitten Girl.
“Yeah really, Serpent Girl, animals wear nothing,” comments Michelle.
“No, please let me cover up,” Kitten Girl further begs. “I no longer feel right being naked. I don’t like the way everyone keeps looking at me.”
“Fine, let’s get you some underwear and a stupid dress,” whines Serpent Girl. “But I’m picking the underwear.”
Serpent Girl picks out a strapless, pink, lace bra with matching panties.
“Um, those would show off a lot of my body,” Kitten Girl cautiously points out.
“What do you care?” questions Serpent Girl. “You’re gonna wear a dress over them. Now put these on.”
Kitten Girl reluctantly and sheepishly begins to put the skimpy lingerie on. She starts with the panties. Serpent Girl moves up to Kitten Girl and places her hands on her hips, feeling the panties.
“These are nice,” states Serpent Girl.
“Um, could I put my bra on?” requests Kitten Girl. “Please?”
“I’ll do it,” Serpent Girl replies, sliding the bra over Kitten Girl’s breasts and fastening it behind her back. “Is it tight?”
“A bit,” Kitten Girl says.
“Yeah, it’s a good-sized bra, but you do have full, large, desirable, luscious breasts,” states Serpent Girl while staring at Kitten Girl’s chest.
Serpent Girl begins to lick Kitten Girl’s cleavage.
“No, please, not now,” pleads Kitten Girl.
Serpent Girl stops licking and sighs.
“Spoilsport,” says Serpent Girl, and then sticks out her tongue at Kitten Girl.
“Kitten Girl, do you need another bra?” asks the Tigress.
“No, Tigress, she doesn’t,” responds Serpent Girl, mildly irritated. “Isn’t that right, Kitten Girl?”
“Uh, I think I’m okay,” Kitten Girl says nervously. “It’s a bit snug, but I think it’ll be fine. Can I have my dress?”
“Fine, pick one,” says Serpent Girl.
Kitten Girl looks over the dresses in the wardrobe and chooses a white, flowing dress that goes down to her ankles. Kitten Girl excitedly puts the dress on.
“Do I look nice?” asks Kitten Girl.
“You should have shoes,” states Serpent Girl.
Serpent Girl chooses a pair of white, high heel strap sandals.
“You like these?” Serpent Girl asks Kitten Girl.
“Yeah, those look nice,” replies Kitten Girl.
Serpent Girl bends down and slides the shoes onto Kitten Girl’s feet.
“They fit pretty nice,” comments Serpent Girl.
“Could I see a mirror?” requests Kitten Girl. “I wanna see how I look.”
A full-length mirror is placed before the cage and Kitten Girl looks at her reflection. Serpent Girl stands behind her, snuggling up to Kitten Girl with her hands on the snow leopard’s hips.
“I look so nice,” states Kitten Girl. “This looks and feels right.”
“Yeah, it’s a very nice fabric,” says Serpent Girl while running her hands up and down the dress, fondling Kitten Girl in the process. “It’s such a soft fabric.”
Serpent Girl wraps her arms around Kitten Girl, running her hands all over Kitten Girl’s body.
“Could I feel the dress?” requests the Tigress.
“Sure,” Serpent Girl says.
Serpent Girl lets go of Kitten Girl. The Tigress stands up and embraces Kitten Girl.
“Mmmm, she’s so warm and cuddly in this dress,” purrs the Tigress.
“Um, I don’t think I like being handled this way,” Kitten Girl complains, distressed at the mirror image before her of herself being fondled by the Tigress.
“Come on, Kitten Girl,” says the Tigress, ignoring her. “Let’s show you off for everyone watching.”
The Tigress turns Kitten Girl away from the mirror to face everyone outside the cage.
“Doesn’t she look pretty in her dress?” the Tigress asks the girls outside.
They all reply positively and continue taking pictures. The Tigress reaches down to the end of Kitten Girl’s skirt and pulls it up. Kitten Girl blushes and tries to hide her face.
“Please lower my skirt,” begs Kitten Girl.
“You like to beg a lot, don’t you?” the Tigress comments.
She lowers Kitten Girl’s skirt and then turns her around and pulls her in for a kiss. For Kitten Girl, the kiss goes on and on. In many ways, she hates the feeling of another girl’s lips against hers, another girl’s saliva mixing with her own, another girl’s tongue entering her mouth. It makes Kitten Girl feel slightly nauseous. She desperately tries to imagine a boy kissing her, but finds it almost impossible for a number of reasons. The first reason being that Kitten Girl is a virgin; at least she is with boys. She’s led a mostly sheltered life away from boys. The few boys she did meet and speak to she never actually dated or even kissed because of her shyness. Also, she usually suppressed her own sexual feelings out of shame, which led to something of an outpouring recently when Misty kidnapped and enslaved her. After which, she lost control and began to play with herself on occasion and fantasize about boys using her as a sex slave, which led to even more feelings of shame. Kitten Girl wonders if she perhaps deserves to be treated this way for having thoughts she considers to be “dirty.”
Another reason Kitten Girl finds it difficult to imagine a boy kissing her is because the girls that do constantly kiss and make love to her are far too feminine. They moan in their feminine voices and they press their bodies up against Kitten Girl’s, making sure she can feel every female curve, which is exactly what the Tigress is doing now. She repositions Kitten Girl so she press and rub her body up against Kitten Girl’s. She makes seductive, feminine moaning sounds as she continually kisses Kitten Girl. The Tigress wraps her right leg around Kitten Girl and pins her up against the bars. The only times she stops kissing Kitten Girl are so she can take a timeout to dry hump her like an animal, during which she breathes heavily onto Kitten Girl’s lips, making her taste her sweet breath, which would be intoxicating to anyone who was sexually attracted to girls, but makes Kitten Girl want to cry.
The Tigress continually churns her hips up against Kitten Girl’s body, making her feel every swivel and gyration her body makes. The Tigress’s breasts rub and massage Kitten Girl’s chest. She can feel the Tigress’s hardened nipples poke at her. Kitten Girl can feel every breath that the Tigress takes into her body and every breath she exhales onto Kitten Girl’s lips. Eventually the Tigress climaxes and unwraps herself from Kitten Girl. She stands back a bit, looking at the dress. Kitten Girl also looks down at her dress and sees dampness from where the Tigress was dry humping her, which makes her pink panties visible. Kitten Girl gulps. Tears run down her cheeks.
“You ruined it,” says a partially sobbing Kitten Girl.
“No, I didn’t ruin it,” replies the Tigress in a calming voice. “It can be cleaned. Come ‘ere.”
The Tigress takes hold of Kitten Girl again and turns her around so she can hold her from behind. Firmly holding Kitten Girl’s arms behind her back, the Tigress lies down, taking Kitten Girl down with her, letting her lie on top of her. Cheetah approaches the two girls, holding a feather and smiling at Kitten Girl.
“No, c’mon, don’t tickle me again,” whines Kitten Girl while squirming. “You keep doing that. I don’t like it.”
Still smiling, Cheetah bends down and tickles Kitten Girl’s toes with the feather. Kitten Girl stops squirming, her breathing becomes slow and steady, and she realizes that she has to do everything Cheetah tells her. Cheetah then scoops up Kitten Girl’s heels with one hand, holding her feet steady while she tickles her toes with the feather.
“That’s a good girl,” Cheetah says as condescendingly as she can. “Just lie still.”
After a few moments, Cheetah places Kitten Girl’s feet back on the floor and then takes hold of the bottom of Kitten Girl’s dress and slowly begins to pull it up. Kitten Girl looks down, almost going cross-eyed, trying to see her dress being pulled up. Cheetah pulls the dress up to Kitten Girl’s bra and then just slowly goes back and forth over Kitten Girl’s tummy and bellybutton with the feather. After about a minute, Cheetah sits down next to Kitten Girl and the Tigress and continues to run the feather along Kitten Girl’s tummy. Cheetah is very relaxed while tickling Kitten Girl and the Tigress doesn’t mind holding Kitten Girl while Cheetah tickles her. Serpent Girl soon approaches and places her hands around Kitten Girl’s hips, further down from where Cheetah is tickling. She tugs a bit on Kitten Girl’s panties, teasing poor Kitten Girl into the possibility of removing them. Kitten Girl looks worried but can say nothing. Instead of removing Kitten Girl’s panties, Serpent Girl slides her hands down Kitten Girl’s legs to her feet and begins to undo her shoes. Serpent Girl slowly undoes each shoe and slides them off Kitten Girl’s feet. She then gently takes hold of Kitten Girl’s calves and opens her legs a bit so she can move closer. Serpent Girl lovingly kisses Kitten Girl’s thighs. Kitten Girl can only lay still and gulp nervously. Soon, Serpent Girl lifts up Kitten Girl’s legs and reaches under her backside to take hold of her panties.
“Uh oh,” teasingly says Cheetah while still tickling Kitten Girl. “I wonder what’s gonna happen?”
Kitten Girl gulps again. Serpent Girl slowly pulls Kitten Girl’s panties up her legs and off her feet and then tosses them to the ground. Serpent Girl then lowers and opens Kitten Girl’s legs, leans in, and begins to stimulate Kitten Girl’s feminine flower with her tongue. This goes on while Cheetah continues to tickle Kitten Girl and the Tigress holds her still and kisses the back of her neck. Kitten Girl dearly wishes she could move, although her body does involuntarily convulse and writhe a bit from pleasure. She also reflexively makes slight moaning and whining sounds. Serpent Girl pleasures Kitten Girl until she’s just about to climax and then stops.
“You’re not gonna?” asks Cheetah.
“No, not now,” states Serpent Girl. “I wanna play with her some more. Let me lick her belly.”
Cheetah stops tickling Kitten Girl and Serpent Girl begins to glide her tongue from between Kitten Girl’s legs, up her belly, to her navel, around which she makes slow circles with her tongue. She then places her hands on Kitten Girl’s hips and licks even further up her stomach. The Tigress lets go of Kitten Girl’s arms while Cheetah pulls Kitten Girl’s dress and bra up over her head and then slides them off her altogether. Serpent Girl pulls Kitten Girl up, while the Tigress lets her go. Soon, Serpent Girl is sitting up, holding Kitten Girl who kneels beside her. Serpent Girl caressingly places her hand on the side the Kitten Girl’s face, pulls her in, and softly kisses her on the cheek. She then cuddles Kitten Girl for a bit, occasionally kissing her lips, neck, or cheek. Kitten Girl is noticeably uncomfortable, but is too weak-willed to resist. Serpent Girl kisses Kitten Girl’s nipples and then, staring into her eyes, commands her to kiss Serpent Girl’s nipples. Kitten Girl’s kisses are soft and sensual, and so Serpent Girl makes her kiss her nipples again. She then French kisses Kitten Girl.
“Let’s continue playing dress up,” says Serpent Girl after kissing her. “Let’s find something slinky, elegant, and, as usual, kind of skimpy.”
Serpent Girl eventually finds an outfit she likes and proceeds to dress Kitten Girl. The outfit is mostly silver-coloured and metallic and consists of stacked heel sandals, a long, tight wrap around skirt, the top of which forms a “v” shape that outlines the very bottom of Kitten Girl’s tummy and the bottom of which goes down to just above her ankles, a bikini-like strapless bra, and the one contrasting article of clothing which is a golden-coloured, metallic pair of thong panties. Serpent Girl puts Kitten Girl on display, her hands on Kitten Girl’s shoulders.
“This is a very nice outfit,” states Serpent Girl. “Very formfitting and slinky.”
Girls continue to photograph and record Kitten Girl in the dress. Serpent Girl unwraps the front of Kitten Girl’s skirt and opens it, showing off the gold-coloured panties. Kitten Girl blushes, not liking having her body displayed in such a way.
“Um, being a cat, I don’t usually like wearing clothes,” Kitten Girl comments. “But I think I want to be covered up again.”
“Just pose a bit sexier,” commands Serpent Girl. “And if I like how you pose, maybe I’ll wrap the skirt around your luscious hips again.”
Kitten Girl gulps and then bends the knee of her left leg, crossing it in front of her right leg, and tilting her hips. She then puts her hands up behind her head.
“Okay, now turn around and show the rest of your thong,” Serpent Girl orders. “And sway your hips a bit.”
Kitten Girl reluctantly turns around and sways her backside a bit for the girls and their cameras.
“There, that’s better,” says Serpent Girl. “Now turn back around and I’ll wrap the skirt around you.”
Kitten Girl turns back around and Serpent Girl firmly wraps the skirt around Kitten Girl’s hips again.
“You know, I like this outfit so much, I think I’ll try one on,” Serpent Girl says while grabbing another outfit.
It takes Serpent Girl a few moments to get dressed. She also adds some accessories such as a serpent armband, a jewel for her bellybutton, and some rings for her fingers.
“Serpent Girl, you kind of look like Belly Dancer in that outfit,” observes Michelle.
“Really?” replies Serpent Girl. “I wonder if I can dance like her too?”
Serpent Girl stands with her side to Kitten Girl. With her wrist rested on her raised hip, she leans in and gently tickles Kitten Girl under her chin with the forefinger of her free hand.
“Watch my body, Kitten Girl,” Serpent Girl coaxes.
“No, no, please,” begs Kitten Girl, her obedient eyes already on Serpent Girl’s body. “I know what you’re going to do. You’ve already hypnotized me. Please don’t.”
Serpent Girl turns to face Kitten Girl and then holds out her hands flat with her palms down. She moves her hands in curved motions, the rings on her fingers shimmering. Serpent Girl also begins to sway her hips, the jewel in her bellybutton making a glowing trail in the air with each swing of her hips. Kitten Girl stands mesmerized, her mouth hanging open. Serpent Girl says nothing and just smiles while staring at Kitten Girl seductively. Soon, Serpent Girl moves her hands down and unwraps her skirt, opening it and showing off her metallic gold-coloured panties while still slowly swaying her hips. After a few moments, Serpent Girl begins to sway her hips much faster, her belly and hips moving like the tail of a snake. Kitten Girl’s eyelids droop and her breathing slows. She’s deeply entranced now, but Serpent Girl decides to take her deeper anyway and soon swivels her hips. Kitten Girl is now swaying slightly to Serpent Girl’s hip movements. She can barely keep her eyes open, but she does so because she must stare at Serpent Girl’s body.
“You cannot think, Kitten Girl,” commands Serpent Girl. “You are a mindless slave. You will do my bidding. Remain standing in place and let your eyes close and rest, Kitten Girl. Rest. Rest.”
Kitten Girl’s eyes close and Serpent Girl wraps her skirt back around her hips. She walks up to Kitten Girl and snakes her arm around the snow leopard’s waist. With her other arm, Serpent Girl circles Kitten Girl’s bellybutton with her forefinger.
“You may open your eyes now, Kitten Girl,” says Serpent Girl. “But you’re still deeply in my power and deeply hypnotized.”
Kitten Girl slowly opens her eyes and stares ahead blankly, almost like a robot.
“How do you feel, Kitten Girl?” asks Serpent Girl, her voice like honey being poured into Kitten Girl’s ear.
“Uhh—I don’t know,” Kitten Girl says. “How do you want me to feel?”
“You feel good,” replies Serpent Girl, cuddling Kitten Girl close to her, stroking her hair with one hand while still tracing her bellybutton with the other. “You feel relaxed and happy. Deeply and blissfully in my power.”
Kitten Girl’s eyelids droop as she smiles. She breathes deeply and happily lets Serpent Girl seduce and mesmerize her with her voice. Serpent Girl smiles smugly as she dominates Kitten Girl. She enjoys the moment for a few more seconds before turning to Michelle.
“Could I let the other girls into the cage?” Serpent Girl asks her. “I wanna let them surround Kitten Girl and touch her all over.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Michelle complies.
Michelle motions to a nearby girl to open the cage and let everyone in. The girls excitedly pour in and surround Serpent Girl and Kitten Girl.
“Here you go,” says Serpent Girl, letting Kitten Girl go.
The girls move around Kitten Girl and take hold of her. They slowly bring Kitten Girl to the ground and stroke her body. They undo her skirt and one girl slides her hand down Kitten Girl’s gold-coloured panties. Kitten Girl naturally makes moaning and whining sounds.
“Don’t you like being the envy of all these girls, Kitten Girl?” inquires the smiling Serpent Girl.
“Uh, I don’t think I like this,” typically responds Kitten Girl.
“Well let me relax you then,” coos Serpent Girl as she slowly sways her hips again.
Serpent Girl also opens her skirt, again revealing her gold-coloured panties. Kitten Girl is mesmerized, her eyes glazing over. Some of the other girls are also mesmerized. Dawn’s sexy bedroom eyes follow Serpent Girl’s hips and droop. Like Kitten Girl, she can’t look away. Even Michelle and Mayaka find themselves gazing at Serpent Girl’s hips from outside the cage. The two girls find it difficult to look away and begin to feel dizzy and submissive, although Serpent Girl doesn’t know it.
“Relax, Kitten Girl,” Serpent Girl sweetly commands. “Your body is very relaxed. You find you cannot move. The way the girls touch you, it paralyzes you. You will obey the beautiful girls, Kitten Girl. Both they and I control you. Like Cheetah said, you are an animal. You will surrender to animal pleasures. You cannot think for yourself, Kitten Girl, and so you must submit to us.”
“Y-yes, I will submit,” Kitten Girl says in what almost sounds like a faraway voice.
“Good girl,” condescendingly remarks Serpent Girl.
The girls surrounding Kitten Girl derive pleasure from her body. Kitten Girl cannot move and can only moan and breathe heavily in response to the girls licking, touching, tickling, and kissing her body. Soon, the girls remove Kitten Girl’s clothes, completely undressing her and making her blush. Nudity isn’t supposed to be sexual to Kitten Girl the snow leopard. Michelle’s eyes moisten as she watches the girls play with their cat love slave. Mayaka wraps her arms around Michelle’s waist and snuggles up to her.
“Let’s go in the cage,” says Mayaka.
“Let the other girls play with Kitten Girl a bit more,” states Michelle. “Then we can go inside.”
“It must feel so good to be surrounded by all these sexy girls,” Serpent Girl says to Kitten Girl inside the cage. “All of them wanting to pleasure you. All of them taking so much pleasure from stimulating you.”
The girls all take turns in groups around Kitten Girl. They enjoy repositioning her so they can touch or lick or kiss her where they please. At one point, Dawn gets on top of Kitten Girl, straddling her. She slowly licks Kitten Girl from her belly to her lips. She mesmerizes Kitten Girl with her dreamy eyes and then gently French kisses her. Soon, Michelle and Mayaka enter the cage. Michelle holds up a coin.
“Okay, this is for who gets to have fun with her first,” Michelle tells Mayaka. “You call it.”
“Okay, tails,” says Mayaka.
Michelle flips the coin in the air, catches it, and slaps it on her wrist. She lifts her hand to check the coin.
“Tails,” informs Michelle. “I guess you win.”
“Alright!” cheers Mayaka as she saunters over to Serpent Girl. “Oh, Serpent Girl, I think it’s my turn now.”
“Yeah, says who?” obstinately questions Serpent Girl.
“Oh, that’s not a very nice attitude,” Mayaka says teasingly. “I’m Michelle’s best friend, you know. You should be nicer to me.”
“You may be her best friend, but you don’t run the harem,” remarks Serpent Girl. “You’re not Michelle. Tell you what: five more minutes, and then you can have her, okay?”
“Oh, I think I know how to make you give her to me now,” Mayaka teases further in an as adorable a manner as possible while taking off her necklace with the Japanese coin on it.
Serpent Girl is becoming increasingly irritated. Mayaka holds up the coin on its string and sways it back and forth.
“Oh, don’t you dare!” snaps Serpent Girl, her eyes unconsciously following the swaying coin. “Stop it! I’m not going—I’m not gonna—not gonna let you hypnotize—me.”
“There, just be a good girl and watch the pretty coin,” says Mayaka. “You’re having such a hard time keeping your eyes open. Just let your eyes close and relax.”
“S-stop it,” Serpent Girl says in a tired voice, futilely trying to resist Mayaka’s hypnosis. “I’m not kidding. Stop it. Please.”
Tears begin to roll down Serpent Girl’s cheeks. She soon surrenders and shuts her eyes. She slumps into Mayaka’s arms. Mayaka caresses Serpent Girl, stroking her hair.
“There,” coos Mayaka. “You feel so much better now that you’ve given in to me. You will let me have Kitten Girl now, won’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” says Serpent Girl in her hypnotic trance.
“That’s good,” replies Mayaka. “Now you can open your eyes and walk over to the other end of the cage.”
“Yes, ma’am,” submits Serpent Girl, opening her eyes and walking away.
Mayaka walks up to Kitten Girl, who is still surrounded by girls having their way with her.
“I think it’s my turn now,” Mayaka says sweetly as she turns to Dawn – who is holding Kitten Girl close – and cups her jaw.
“C’mon,” whines Dawn. “How ‘bout a few more minutes?”
“I think you can give Kitten Girl to me now,” comments Mayaka as she slowly swings the coin before Dawn’s eyes.
“Y-yes, ma’am,” replies Dawn, her eyes perfectly following the swinging coin.
“Good girl,” says Mayaka. “You can sleep now.”
Dawn shuts her eyes and slumps to the ground. The other girls move away from Kitten Girl, not wanting Mayaka to hypnotize them as well.
“Well, Kitten Girl, I hear that Michelle hypnotized you with her ankle bracelet,” mentions Mayaka. “I’d like to try that.”
Kitten Girl gulps.
“Please don’t,” she begs.
“Oh, but I really want to,” states Mayaka, while placing her right leg before her left one. “Kneel before me and keep your eyes on my ankle bracelet, Kitten Girl.”
Kitten Girl gets into a kneeling position. Mayaka, with her hands on her hips, slowly moves her right leg from side to side, tracing the floor with her toes and making her ankle bracelet sway and sparkle before Kitten Girl.
“That’s right,” Mayaka says in her sweet and innocent sounding voice. “Watch the ankle bracelet glitter and sparkle. You’re in my power, Kitten Girl.”
Mayaka then says nothing for a few moments and simply continues mesmerizing Kitten Girl.
“What a good, obedient girl,” remarks Mayaka. “Now, Kitten Girl, crawl over here and show me what you and Michelle did when she hypnotized you this way.”
With sadness in her eyes, Kitten Girl helplessly crawls over to Mayaka, who is now standing still. Kitten Girl proceeds to gently lick Mayaka’s toes and slowly move her way up to her ankles and calves.
“Doesn’t it feel nice?” Michelle asks Mayaka.
“Yeah, it feels wonderful to have a nice, obedient pet do this for me,” Mayaka comments. “That’s right, Kitten Girl. Keep licking.”
Kitten Girl licks up to Mayaka’s thighs, then up further all the way to her bellybutton. Suddenly, a familiar and seductive voice is heard nearby.
“Hello, girls,” says the seductive voice.
Everyone turns to see Mistress Misty standing in the room. Every girl immediately kneels before their Mistress.
“You’re all very submissive and obedient,” Misty says. “You’re all such good girls.”
Misty approaches Michelle. She tickles her slave under her chin and then gently cups her jaw. With her free hand, Misty swings a locket before Michelle’s eyes, making her sleepy.
“It’s fun to play with you,” states Misty.
She pets Michelle on her head and then turns to Mayaka. She places her hand on Mayaka’s cheek and swings the locket before her eyes, which also makes her sleepy. Misty then turns to Kitten Girl. Michelle and Mayaka’s gazes are lowered in submission as Misty turns away from them.
“Oh my,” remarks Misty. “Poor Kitten Girl. You couldn’t even walk after I hypnotized you to think you were a snow leopard. All I said to you was, ‘you will desire to crawl around like an animal,’ not, ‘you will only be able to crawl like an animal.’ I guess you’re so submissive and so susceptible to hypnotic control that your mind – your subconscious, I guess – decided that you weren’t supposed to walk at all. I should’ve been more careful when programming you, I suppose. Oh well, what’s done is done. You can walk like a normal girl now. I think you and Michelle should go into a private tent with me and play out the remainder of this scenario. Michelle, follow me and Kitten Girl.”
“Yes, Mistress,” says Michelle as she stands up.
“The rest of you girls can sleep for now,” commands Misty. “Sleeeeep.”
The girls lie down and blissfully fall asleep while Misty leads Kitten Girl and Michelle out of the room. Misty eventually leads the girls to a large tent with jewels hanging from the ceiling that could easily be plucked, a full-sized mirror, a drawer, and several beds and couches scattered about the area. Harem Girl is also there waiting for them.
“Alright, now, Kitten Girl,” says Misty, wrapping an arm around Kitten Girl’s waist and cuddling her close. “Watch my finger.”
Misty holds up her forefinger before Kitten Girl’s eyes and slowly waves it back and forth. As usual, Kitten Girl’s eyes follow perfectly.
“You’re going to try and be rebellious, Kitten Girl,” Misty orders. “You’re going to try and run out of this tent and Michelle is going to have to catch you. You’ll run when I snap my fingers. Until then, you’ll remain hypnotized, standing in place and staring blankly ahead.”
Misty turns to Michelle. She places her left arm around Michelle’s waist and traces her bellybutton with the forefinger of her right hand. This arouses Michelle somewhat.
“Okay, Michelle,” Misty begins. “Now when I snap my fingers, Kitten Girl will try to run out of this tent. You will try to stop her. Don’t hurt her, though.”
“I won’t,” assures Michelle.
Misty lets Michelle go and then snaps her fingers. Kitten Girl immediately dashes for the nearest opening from within the tent she can see. Michelle stands still at first and does nothing. Well before Kitten Girl can make it out of the elaborate tent, however, Michelle calls out to her.
“Kitten Girl, freeze!” Michelle rapidly shouts.
Kitten Girl automatically stops in her tracks and stands in place.
“Not bad,” remarks Misty. “I thought you’d run after her. Now what would you like to do with her? She’s very ‘rebellious’ right now, you know.”
“I’ll go talk with her,” says Michelle, walking up to Kitten Girl.
Michelle snatches one of the dangling jewels and moves behind Kitten Girl.
“Why did you run?” Michelle asks.
“I have to get away from here,” comments Kitten Girl.
“Don’t you like being my slave?” questions Michelle.
“No,” plainly states Kitten Girl. “I have to get away from here.”
“But you have to be my slave,” Michelle comments. “You have no choice.”
“No, no, I won’t do it,” Kitten Girl says. “I won’t be your slave, I won’t—“
Suddenly Michelle grabs Kitten Girl by her arm and shoves her onto a bed behind them. Michelle holds up the jewel and swings it while poor Kitten Girl – now helplessly lying on her back on the bed – remains in place and watches the swinging jewel.
“Listen closely, Kitten Girl,” commands Michelle. “We’re going to do the same thing over again, only this time Harem Girl will be the one who has to stop you. So when I snap my fingers, you’ll try to run out of here again.”
“What should I do?” asks Harem Girl.
“Well, you can’t say ‘freeze’ again,” says Michelle. “Try to find another way to stop Kitten Girl.”
Michelle snaps her fingers.
“Stop, Kitten Girl!” commands Harem Girl, effectively stopping Kitten Girl in her tracks.
“No, come on, find a more interesting way,” whines Michelle.
“You said I couldn’t say ‘freeze,’” Harem Girl points out. “I didn’t say ‘freeze.’”
Harem Girl smugly walks up to Kitten Girl and runs her forefinger all over Kitten Girl’s tummy.
“You don’t like this, do you?” inquires Harem Girl.
“No, ma’am,” states Kitten Girl.
Michelle lies down on the bed behind Kitten Girl.
“I’m going to hypnotize you again,” Harem Girl informs Kitten Girl. “How does that make you feel?”
“I feel sad,” says Kitten Girl, her eyes moist.
“What would you like to do?” asks Harem Girl.
“I’d like to be left alone,” sadly comments Kitten Girl. “I’d like to run away.”
Harem Girl, smiling, gently pushes Kitten Girl back onto the bed. Michelle takes hold of Kitten Girl’s arms. Kitten Girl tries pathetically to wriggle free, but Michelle easily holds her in place. Harem Girl takes another crystal and holds it up over Kitten Girl’s eyes. Kitten Girl dreads the fact that she’s to be hypnotized again, but is too weak-willed to look away.
“No—no,” whines Kitten Girl, shaking her head a bit.
Harem Girl, enjoying herself immensely, swings the crystal. Instantly mesmerized, Kitten Girl ceases wriggling and lies in place. Breathing slow and deep, Kitten Girl’s eyes constantly remain on the swinging crystal. Michelle begins to stroke Kitten Girl’s breasts and tummy as though she were petting her.
“That’s a good girl,” teases Harem Girl. “And now the Mistress will have a turn. When I snap my fingers, you will try to run out of here.”
Michelle lets Kitten Girl go. Misty takes another crystal hanging from the ceiling. Harem Girl snaps her fingers. Kitten Girl runs. This time, Misty chases after her. Kitten Girl almost makes it outside, but Misty is too fast. She grabs Kitten Girl by her arm and spins her around to face her. Misty stares directly into Kitten Girl’s eyes, paralyzing her. Kitten Girl can only gaze back, wide-eyed like a scared rabbit. Misty then pins Kitten Girl down onto a nearby bed. She holds her left arm over Kitten Girl’s chest, restricting her movement. With her right hand, Misty dangles the crystal over Kitten Girl’s eyes.
“That’s right, sexy girl,” comments Misty. “You’re too weak-willed to look away.”
Kitten Girl closes her mouth and gulps a couple of times. Her breathing is slow and steady again and her eyes are always on the swinging crystal.
“Totally submissive,” coos Misty. “Totally obedient. Just lie here and relax. Relax. Relax.”
Misty puts the crystal down and strokes Kitten Girl’s belly while Kitten Girl simply stares off into space. After a few moments, Misty embraces Kitten Girl and kisses her. Their lips open and their tongues touch. Kitten Girl sighs after the kiss.
“You can have some fun with her,” Misty says to Harem Girl. “Michelle, come with me for a moment.”
Misty and Michelle walk outside the tent. Misty picks up a container she had left by the opening.
“This contains solvent that will remove the paint from Kitten Girl’s body,” states Misty.
Michelle furrows her brow.
“Wait, what do you mean ‘paint?’” asks Michelle.
“She’s not actually a cat girl,” informs Misty. “Here, just look at this.”
Misty puts the container down, wraps her arm around Michelle’s waist, cuddles her close, and holds up the crystal before Michelle’s eyes. The crystal swings back and forth, captivating Michelle. It doesn’t take long to send her into a trance and Misty now has complete access to her mind.
“Okay, Michelle,” begins Misty. “Listen closely. I have complete control of your mind right now. You remember who you are. You remember your life before this jungle harem. You know who Kitten Girl is.”
“That’s right,” says Michelle, still watching the swinging crystal. “Kitten Girl is human.”
“And you’re going to take the container of solvent I showed you and remove the paint from her body,” orders Misty. “You’re going to show Kitten Girl what she really is.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Michelle drones in deep hypnosis.
Misty puts the crystal down and she and Michelle walk back into the tent with Michelle carrying the solvent container. Harem Girl is making out with Kitten Girl on the bed inside. Michelle walks over to the full-sized mirror while Misty sits on a nearby couch.
“Okay, Kitten Girl, come here,” Michelle says while standing next to the full-sized mirror.
Harem Girl whines a bit as Kitten Girl has to get off the bed.
“Kitten Girl, I want you to look at yourself in the mirror,” says Michelle, positioning Kitten Girl so she’s facing the mirror. “Look at your ears.”
“Yeah,” responds Kitten Girl, looking up at the ears on the cat’s ears hair braid.
“I have to show you something,” states Michelle as the pulls the hair braid off of Kitten Girl’s head.
“My ears!” shrieks Kitten Girl. “What have you done to my ears!”
“Oh my gosh!” exclaims Harem Girl, her hand over her mouth.
“My ears!” Kitten Girl continues shrieking. “My ears! My ears!”
“Kitten Girl!” shouts Michelle, grabbing the hysterical Kitten Girl by her shoulders. “Kitten Girl, listen to me! You can still hear me, right?”
“Uh—yeah,” replies Kitten Girl, calming down a bit.
“Are you in any pain?” asks Michelle.
“N-no,” Kitten Girl replies.
“What’s going on here?” inquires Harem Girl.
Michelle gently places her hands over Kitten Girl’s real ears.
“You feel where my hands are?” Michelle asks.
Kitten Girl nods.
“Look in the mirror,” says Michelle, guiding Kitten Girl’s gaze to the mirror.
Michelle brushes Kitten Girl’s hair back, revealing her ears.
“T-these are human ears,” observes a bewildered Kitten Girl. “H-how is that possible?”
“Let me show you something else,” offers Michelle. “Hold out your hand.”
Michelle pours some of the solvent into the palm of her hand. She takes Kitten Girl’s outstretched hand and then rubs the solvent on it. Michelle then dries Kitten Girl’s hand with a nearby towel.
“What?” Kitten Girl says, staring at her now flesh-coloured hand. “What happened to my fur?”
“Freeze, Kitten Girl,” Michelle commands.
Kitten Girl stands perfectly still, unable to move. She can only blink and breathe.
“Somebody tell me what’s happening!” whines Harem Girl.
Misty walks over and sits next to Harem Girl. She holds up her finger and slowly waves it back and forth before Harem Girl’s eyes. While Misty hypnotizes Harem Girl, Michelle takes the solvent and removes Kitten Girl’s body and face paint. Michelle makes sure to be very careful when removing Kitten Girl’s face paint, being certain not to get any solvent in Kitten Girl’s eyes, nose, or mouth. Soon the paint is removed from Kitten Girl’s body and Misty has given Harem Girl her memory back. Misty snaps her fingers and Harem Girl blinks a few times.
“You remember now?” asks Misty.
Harem Girl nods, adding, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Okay, Kitten Girl,” says Michelle. “When I snap my fingers, you will be able to move again.”
Michelle snaps her fingers. Kitten Girl blinks and runs her hands up and down her body while looking herself over. She then looks in the mirror.
“I’m a real girl?” asks Kitten Girl, staring at her naked pink body in the mirror. “I mean a human girl?”
“Of course,” states Michelle. “That was just paint on your body. It came off easily with the right solvent.”
Tears well up in Kitten Girl’s eyes. She begins to pant, almost hyperventilating, trying to form words that won’t come.
“Kitten Girl?” asks a concerned Michelle. “Are you gonna be okay?”
“I-I don’t know who I am anymore!” exclaims Kitten Girl. “I can’t take this! I can’t take this!”
Completely shocked and horrified, Kitten Girl tries to run away. She almost makes it to the opening of the tent.
“Freeze, Kitten Girl!” shouts Michelle.
Kitten Girl mindlessly and subserviently freezes in place, wishing she could move, but unable to. Michelle gradually walks up to Kitten Girl, running her hand across the paralyzed girl’s back.
“You cannot move at all,” says Michelle while looking into Kitten Girl’s eyes. “You can speak and breathe and all that, but you cannot move. And now, what should I do with you?”
Misty walks up to Michelle and whispers something in her ear while tracing Michelle’s tummy with her forefinger.
“Are you sure?” inquires Michelle.
Smiling, Misty nods “yes.”
“It won’t hurt her?” Michelle asks.
Still smiling, Misty shakes her head “no.”
“It’s in the drawer,” says Misty, who walks over to a couch at the end of the tent.
Misty sits on the couch, seductively crossing her legs.
“You and Harem Girl have fun with her and I’ll watch,” Misty says with a smirk.
“Well, Kitten Girl, it looks like I’m going to drug you,” states Michelle.
Michelle turns around and opens a drawer. She takes a very small syringe from the drawer. Tears stream down Kitten Girl’s cheeks.
“Please no,” murmurs Kitten Girl.
“You’ve been injected with this before,” Michelle states, referring to Kitten Girl’s time in Misty’s “prison.”
“It’ll hurt me,” whines Kitten Girl.
“Maybe we shouldn’t use it,” comments Harem Girl, looking concerned.
“But the needle is so small,” assures Michelle. “It’s like a hair, and the dosage is so minor.”
“Yeah, but I remember she distinctly said ‘ow’ when injected in the prison,” informs Harem Girl.
“Oh, please,” says Michelle, rolling her eyes. “She said ‘it kinda hurt,’ and that’s probably because she knew when she was being injected. This may be news to you, but she’s very suggestible. Now come over here and give this girl a kiss.”
“Ooo, yes, ma’am,” happily complies Harem Girl, who prances over and deeply French kisses Kitten Girl.
With Kitten Girl suitably distracted, Michelle injects Kitten Girl’s upper arm. Harem Girl continues kissing Kitten Girl for a few more seconds after the injection.
“I—I feel funny,” says Kitten Girl after the kiss.
“Yeah, and not ‘ha ha’ funny,” remarks Michelle. “I’ve injected you with a hypno drug.”
“It hurt,” Kitten Girl whines.
“No it didn’t,” firmly states Michelle. “Stop being a baby.”
“E-everything’s—everything’s getting kinda fuzzy,” Kitten Girl says, her speech slurring.
“I’ll bet,” Michelle says as she throws out the used syringe. “Just stand still like a good girl and let the drug take effect on you. You’re completely unable to move. All you can do is stand in place, completely helpless.”
Michelle smugly smiles as Kitten Girl helplessly stands where she is, the drug’s influence making the poor slave more and more mindless with each passing second. Michelle then takes off all of her clothes – save for her shoes, ankle bracelet, and navel ring – and sits on a nearby chair, crossing her legs. Harem Girl moves up beside Kitten Girl and places her left arm around Kitten Girl’s waist. She then traces Kitten Girl’s jaw with the forefinger on her right hand. Michelle waits for a about a minute before saying or doing anything, simply smiling and watching Kitten Girl drop deeper and deeper into a trance.
“You cannot resist me, Kitten Girl,” Michelle says as she slips off her shoes.
Michelle, after crossing her legs again, starts to bob her top leg up and down. Her ankle bracelet reflects the light in the room and sparkles into Kitten Girl’s eyes.
“Go ahead and look at my ankle bracelet, Kitten Girl,” coaxes Michelle. “You like to look at my ankle bracelet.”
Kitten Girl’s eyes are locked on the ankle bracelet as it bobs up and down with Michelle’s leg.
“It’s okay, Kitten Girl,” Michelle says sweetly and seductively. “You can look at my ankle bracelet. Watch it bob up and down with my leg. Watch it catch the light. There’s nothing wrong with looking at it. And besides, you can’t look away, so you might as well enjoy watching it.”
And once again, for close to a minute, Michelle says nothing. She simply sits, her leg bobbing up and down, enjoying herself while mesmerizing Kitten Girl.
“You cannot think, Kitten Girl,” eventually commands Michelle. “You’re in such a deep trance now that you must rely on me to tell you what is real. I am your world. You are my pet, my lap cat, my mindlessly obedient slave. Now, tell me: what are you?”
“I am your pet,” repeats Kitten Girl, her docile eyes still on Michelle’s ankle bracelet. “Your lap cat, your mindlessly obedient slave.”
“You believe this, don’t you?” coaxes Michelle.
“Yes, ma’am,” Kitten Girl replies, even now still adhering to Misty’s posthypnotic rule of never calling anyone else ‘mistress.’
“Now, listen closely, Kitten Girl,” instructs Michelle with her soothing voice. “You’re going to get down on your hands and knees, which is something a mindless slave kitten like you is so good at.”
Kitten Girl gets down on her hands and knees. Harem Girl stands back a bit.
“That’s right,” Michelle coos. “Now crawl over here like a good pet. That’s good, very good. Such a good pet. Now, you’re going to gently lick me. You’ll start from my toes again and veeeery slowly move up to between my thighs, where you will use your tongue to pleasure me until I climax.”
Kitten Girl says nothing and simply obeys. She slowly and gently licks from Michelle’s toes to her ankles. She even licks Michelle’s soles. It takes Kitten Girl at least five minutes to do this. Her tongue is soft, warm, and caressing. She then licks up Michelle’s legs, uncrossing them in the process. Eventually, Kitten Girl softly nestles her head in between Michelle’s thighs and pleasures her there.
“Mmmm, Harem Girl, come here,” commands Michelle, semi-orgasmically.
Harem Girl walks over to Michelle, who takes her by the hand and leads Harem Girl to lean in close. Michelle then cups her hand behind Harem Girl’s head, pulls her in, and French kisses her. After the kiss, Michelle guides Harem Girl down to her chest where she sensually licks her owner’s nipples. Misty watches from across the room. She waits until Michelle is just about at the point of climax, and then suddenly shouts out, “Freeze!”
All three girls freeze in place. Misty gets up and walks over to them. She takes in the view of all three girls completely stuck in their sexual positions. She waits a few moments and then:
“Unfreeze!” she says.
The girls resume what they’re doing. Once again, Misty waits until Michelle is just about to climax.
“Freeze!” says Misty.
Once again, the girls remain perfectly still.
“Unfreeze!” commands Misty.
And again the girls pick up where they left off. Misty continues to refreeze and unfreeze the girls. She revels in the flushed look she sees on Michelle’s face and the anguished look on Kitten Girl’s. After about ten minutes of this, she finally allows Michelle to climax. Michelle’s eyelids droop and her she licks her lips a bit. She pets both Kitten Girl and Harem Girl on the head.
“Michelle, Harem Girl,” says Misty. “Why don’t you two go and lie down on one of these beds and take a nap. Kitten Girl, you come with me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the three girls say.
Misty walks outside with Kitten Girl, while Michelle cuddles up with Harem Girl on a large bed. Misty wraps her arms around Kitten Girl’s waist and the two sit down in the grass. In our next issue: Mistress Misty and Kitten Girl share their pasts.