How long had it been? Days? Hours? Mere Minutes? She didn't know anymore as she adjusted slowly to her new home in the dark. The inky blackness of the abyss was all she saw now. And she knew she deserved her fate.
In her previous life she was a 34 year old woman named Isadora Rivera. The details of her life didn't really matter, or at least it didn't to Isadora who now preferred a new name: Whore. It sent shivers through her body every time her true name was called. And now it was the only name she knew, as she now lived 3 years under the care of the love of her life: Master.
Master's true name was Conrad Lewis, a third generation member of the massive Lewis dynasty. The Lewiss had made their fortune over a century of smart business opportunists and investments. They had their hands in industry across North and South America, Asia and Europe. Conrad didn't particularly like his family, growing up he was forbidden from being a normal child. He was taught accounting instead of sports, wore suits and button up shirts instead of casual clothes, and he wasn't allowed any pets. Pets were distractions. You can understand in that environment one can grow up to be a bit strange, some even went mad. So with a trust fund in hand, Conrad got out.
Master and Whore met at a bar one night. One thing led to another and they were back at his secluded California coast home for some fun. Whore considered it one of the best nights of her life, as Conrad slowly showed her the ropes, literally and figuratively, of a new life. Within a few months they were dating, and then in a year Conrad had taught her a better life. A life that she now lived, as his Whore.
She slept in a large cat bed. She wore a uniform of a fuzzy purple two piece bikini which was held up only by lace and string. Warm fuzzy mittens on her hands and feet to resemble cat paws. She now only walked when necessary or when Master commanded her. She wore a purple headband which displayed her cat ears. And around her neck a purple colored collar with a gold name tag which read her name "WHORE".
And they were happy together that way, for three years.
Until a week ago.
Master left for work in the morning and didn't return till the afternoon. Yet as five o'clock rolled around Whore couldn't help but notice Master had not returned. He hadn't mentioned anything about staying over at the office, it wasn't even close to guys night so that couldn't be it either. She began pacing back and forth across the house on her hands and knees. What had happened? Maybe he got hurt and-
The door open quietly. With glee in her heart she rushed to the front of the house to see her Master. He smiled at her as he took off his coat and placed it on the hanger by the door. Whore, however, was puzzled as next to Master was a large cage with a white blanket covering it.
Master petted Whore while he explained "go to the living room, I'll be there in just one second. You won't believe how heavy this is,"
Like a good Whore she did what her master said and returned to the living room and took her spot by the edge of the couch. She made sure she was in the right position, her knees closed together, her back straight and her tits outward.
Master dropped the cage in front of her "You won't believe this Whore," Whore was more annoyed by the lack of attention for her posture. He'd always pet her and run his hands through her hair as a reward.
Master grabbed hold of the white blanket and quickly uncovered it, showing the contents of the cage. Whore eyes went wide as she saw what was inside. A curled up woman, in a matching fuzzy bikini and cat ears, only hers were colored white. She had pale skin and strawberry blond hair which had been done up into pigtails with little white bows.
Master opened the front door of the cage and motioned for the kitty to come out. She did as she was told slowly steping out while looking around the room. Whore could see she also had an identical collar that read "SLUT".
"Whore, this is Slut. Slut, this is Whore. You two are going to be sisters. How do you like the sound of that?" Master was excited, Whore was not.
Disgust rolled upon her face as Slut eagerly nuzzled her head underneath Whore's chin. Whore swatted at her to go away, which caused Slut to burst into crocodile tears.
"Whore! Position 2!" Master cried out.
In seconds Whore arced her back forward putting her forehead on the floor, her hands behind her back and her ass in the air. Master slowly walked around the two felines and sat on the couch. He slowly undid his belt, taking extra time to have the sounds of it echo across the quiet room. Then with a SNAP the leather hit Whore's behind causing her to scream in pain. He did it four more times each one with more ferocious and intensity. After the lashing he placed his foot upon Whore's holes and pressed causing discomfort.
"Be on your best behavior Whore. You have a little sister now. Better learn how to share," He turned to Slut and patted his lap. Slut leaped up and snuggled into his lap as he used Whore as a footrest.
Over the course of the next week, Whore got to know her little sister quite well. While they were given separate rooms, Slut often came over while Master was away. She'd stare at Whore, while Whore tried to rest. If Whore needed to use the liter box, so did Slut. If Whore decided to use one of the pleasure stations across the house, so did Slut.
The worst was at night, where Whore and Slut now had to pleasure Master together. Whore was used to starting with gobbling him straight up, taking his massive hog down her throat. She enjoyed the challenge of getting the entire thing in, and over the years had perfected the art. Slut, was less good. She could only get half way down before spitting up and having to stop. The worse part was when the spit up would splat onto Whore's face as she patiently waited for her turn.
In bed Slut meowed loudly as Master plowed her viscously. Whore stared at Slut in jealous rage knowing it should be her feeling the warmth of Master's penis inside her. While Master himself seemed to not slow down with two cats to take care of, it didn't matter to Whore. She was young, beautiful and perfect. She hadn't had a single punishment since she came. Whore wanted Slut gone.
So she hatched a plan.
One morning Master cooked his two kitty cats breakfast, eggs with hashed potatoes, with a bowl of milk to wash it all down. Whore gobbled it up, and most importantly, drank not one but two bowls of milk.
