Stray Cat

Part Three

"Look at the state our pet is in," Madelynn declared, rushing to Naoka's four-poster bed as she entered the room.

The Kittaran was lying sprawled out on the bed, panting and hugging a pillow to her chest.

"Explain what's happened to her," Selwyn demanded, addressing Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn had been sitting near Naoka when they had arrived and now floated anxiously near the bed. "She was bored so she started reading Terin's Great Voyage," she began. She explained what had happened with The Girl in the Mirror, going into great detail about the sexy games the two had played and then the horrible "joke" The Girl in the Mirror had made.

Naoka struggled to listen to the exchange. She was painfully in need of climax but determined not to get off without permission. Because of this the detailed description of the erotic adventure was nearly more than she could bear.

I'm a good girl,

she kept repeating to herself.

A good girl who doesn't cum without permission.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been lying on the bed, hugging the pillow to keep her hands from getting her into trouble. One moment it felt like she'd been lying there struggling for hours, the next it felt like it had only been minutes.

One thing was clear to her: the arrival of her Mistresses was making her torment worse. Both of the women were like stunning sexual goddesses to her. Just the sight of their thick feminine curves made her want to jam her hands between her thighs and get herself in trouble.

When Madelynn had come and sat on the bed beside Naoka she'd almost broken. The woman had recognized this and grabbed hold of the Kittaran's wrists, holding them in place on the pillow on her chest.

Yet even that was a torment. The skin-on-skin contact made Naoka moan in longing, while the firmness of the woman's grip brought out the greedy submissive in her who wanted to obey so she'd be rewarded.

She realized she'd

BEEN

obeying and was impatient for her reward. "I've been a good girl," she whimpered pathetically to Madelynn as Gwendolyn was explaining what had happened with The Girl in the Mirror.

"Hush, little one," Madelynn told Naoka quietly as she soothed her, careful not to work her up any further. "Let Gwendolyn tell us what has happened, it's her job after all."

Naoka's furry ears perked up and she refocused her attention on Gwendolyn when the ghost girl began describing the erotic encounter she and Naoka had shared. There was a vast difference in how the girl described this encounter. Her sharing of events was much less detailed and a lot briefer, leaving out nearly anything that would hint at how emotional the encounter had been for her.

"You're hiding things from us," Selwyn accused when Gwendolyn was finished, voice cold and menacing. "Come to me, you

WILL

reveal your secrets."

The tone of voice she'd used shocked Naoka. That was not her sexy domineering Mistress. That was the voice of a cruel noblewoman or maybe something worse, perhaps the voice of a monster disguised as a Human letting its mask slip for a moment?

Naoka watched the ghost girl float submissively towards Selwyn, cowering as she drew near.

She looks like she expects Selwyn to strike her,

Naoka thought. She'd seen that body language countless times from servants of nobles. Seeing such servants struck in anger when their service was found lacking was a common sight yet, seeing it here shocked Naoka. She'd never seen any hint that her Mistresses punished their servants in any way that wasn't welcome and part of some sexy game.

Selwyn did not strike Gwendolyn. She reached up, holding her hands on either side of the ghost girl's semi-transparent head. She held her hands there with her fingers spread and bent in like she was some vicious animal bearing claws.

Arcs of arcane energy began to spark out from her fingertips, flashing into Gwendolyn. The ghost girl groaned and whimpered in discomfort, convulsing occasionally when the bolts of arcane energy were thicker. While this happened Selwyn's eyes glowed, the same arcane energy sparking into the ghost girl illuminating her vision.

"What do her memories show you?" Madelynn asked her partner.

"Our pet didn't cum, not even once," Selwyn told her while continuing to read Gwendolyn's memories.

"You

WERE

a good girl," Madelynn cooed to Naoka.

Normally Naoka would have felt a rush of ecstatic pride and sensual pleasure at such praise but the sight of Gwendolyn in such discomfort was too disturbing for her to care. "You're hurting her," she blurted out. "Please, stop!"

"She must reveal her secrets," Madelynn told Naoka, gripping the girl's wrists a little tighter to convey a not-so-subtle message that she was not to try and intervene. "My dearest love will be done in a moment."

As soon as the arcane energy stopped shooting from Selwyn's hands Gwendolyn collapsed to the floor, dropping to her knees. She sunk partially through the ground, breaking the normal illusion that she was solid.

Panting and gasping, she looked up at Selwyn with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mistress. How shall I be punished?"

"What's been done is punishment enough," Madelynn said before Selwyn could declare a further punishment. "An invasion of the mind like that is uncomfortable for the living, but for you? Pushing past the veil of life and death to reach your mind must intensify that discomfort into pain. You need no further punishment."

Naoka noticed the last statement seemed not to be targeted at Gwendolyn, but rather at Selwyn.

"Besides," Madelynn went on, looking at the ghost girl with kind, reassuring eyes, "Gwendolyn has rarely disappointed us. She's one of our most useful and loyal servants." When the woman looked to her partner the kindness fell from her face. "What was she hiding, my dearest love?"

"She opened up to our pet emotionally in ways I'd thought her cold deceased heart not capable of," Selwyn began explaining, her voice containing a hint of cruel mockery in it. "Our new pet has melted her icy heart with her painful naivety and burning kindheartedness. She even let poor tragic Gwendolyn play out a fantasy of being with her former lover."

"Ah, it was about Liedia," Madelynn said as though that explained everything.

"What of the budding romance between Gwendolyn and our pet?" Selwyn asked. "It's not something we've had to deal with before, not from our resident ghost. Such games could...

complicate

things."

Madelynn shrugged, smiling strangely as she stared at Gwendolyn. "Come to me," she commanded.

Gwendolyn rose out of the floor and took a standing position before floating towards the bed. "Yes, Mistress?" she asked after closing her eyes for a moment to recenter herself.

"Do you wish us to remove you from the task you've been given? We can find a use for you in some way other than keeping an eye on our newest pet."

Gwendolyn's eyes flashed to Naoka, locking on her. "No, Mistress."

"You are not worried the opening of your heart to the girl will end up causing you more pain than joy?"

Naoka, staring into the ghost girl's eyes, saw a flicker of doubt as Gwendolyn hesitated to answer. "I think it might be worth it," she finally said. "And she made me a promise."

Selwyn chuckled, closing her eyes and recalling the memories she'd stolen from the ghost girl. "I'm going to help you reconnect with Liedia," she said, quoting Naoka's promise to Gwendolyn.

Madelynn returned the chuckle. "Quite the task you've set yourself," she said, looking at Naoka with quizzical amusement.

"There's more," Selwyn said excitedly. She closed her eyes, bringing back more of the memories she'd read in Gwendolyn's mind to recite more of what she'd heard Naoka say. "And I'm going to solve all the mysteries. I'll find out all about The Girl in the Mirror. I'll find out how to open that white door with the metal tree locking it shut because I'm certain it leads to the forest where the girl's witch lives. I'll find the Mirror Sword, but not to slay Madelyn and Selwyn. I'll find it and discover what it is and why it's important."

When she finished she opened her eyes and smiled at Naoka, her expression like a sly cat about to pounce on its prey. "I hope you accomplish all the tasks you've set for yourself."

"Especially the part about now slaying us," Madelynn added in a mock-serious tone. "You know, my love, it seems almost like the girl has begun to think we're the monsters from that book you

accidentally

left in her room."

"Mischief from The Girl in the Mirror no doubt," Selwyn replied. "As is the idea we've some magical door leading back to her witch's forest." She chuckled, flashing Naoka a sly smile. "If we had such a door discovering the way to open it would be beyond anything a simple stray cat could ever discover, regardless of how curious she is."

Through the conversation Naoka and Gwendolyn kept their eyes locked. Naoka felt the girl was trying to tell her something, but she couldn't figure out what. Maybe she would have been able to if she hadn't been painfully in need of climax, with the feel of Selwyn's firm grip and the sensual beauty of Gwendolyn's pretty eyes distracting her.

"Gwendolyn, dear, you've done well today despite your moment of weakness hiding things from us," Madelynn said as her attention returned to the ghost girl. "Naoka has been a very good girl not cumming and she's to be rewarded, but your presence spying on her will not be required during that time. I want to assure you we are not angry with you and that this is not some kind of punishment. Would you like some kind of reward to prove this?"

Gwendolyn, her eyes still locked on Naoka's, nodded. "Yes, Mistresses. You once offered to give someone of my choosing one of the treasures you've collected. At the time I refused, telling you I'd never have need of it."

"She's talking about the Necklace of Erizad," Selwyn said when Madelynn seemed not to remember what Gwendolyn was speaking of.

"Ah," Madelynn said, frowning. "I remember now. It was a trinket that, when worn, allowed the wearer to interact with ghosts as though they were living."

Naoka's heart swelled at the revelation that such an item existed, but the excitement she felt was soon lost.

"We no longer have it in our possession," Madelynn told Gwendolyn.

"You sold it?" Gwendolyn asked, finally breaking eye contact with Naoka and looking at Madelynn with immense sadness, and a hint of anger, in her eyes.

"No," Madelynn told her, a mischievous smile tugging at one corner of her lips.

Naoka's ears perked up, sensing something in that hint of a smile.

"Another of our servants requested it long ago," Madelynn continued. "One that still serves us." She paused, the smile growing. "Liedia has it."

Gwendolyn put a hand on her chest, inhaling deeply in shock. "She does?"

"She does," Madelynn confirmed. "Perhaps when Naoka next sees her she can ask to borrow it. But this is not a matter for us to involve ourselves in, not unless it leads to the three of you being unable to fulfill our wishes as your Mistresses."

When Gwendolyn looked back at Naoka the Kittaran spoke before the ghost girl could ask the question. "Of course I'll ask for it," she said.

And I'll ask why she wanted it,

she thought, hoping the answer involved a desire to reconnect with her former lover.

"You're dismissed now," Selwyn told Gwendolyn.

"We'll get to see each other soon," Naoka told the ghost girl, her affectionate smile returned as Gwendolyn faded from sight.

With the thought of a future sensual encounter with the ghost girl filling her mind Naoka was reminded of just how painfully horny she was. Once Gwendolyn was out of sight Naoka turned her attention to her Mistresses. "You said I get a reward for being a good girl. What is it?" she asked, certain her reward would be the two women allowing and helping her cum.

Selwyn chuckled. "Our pet thinks too loudly. Perhaps her reward will disappoint her?"

"Perhaps, but only at first," Madelynn told her partner. "Your reward is being allowed to accompany us to lunch."

Naoka's ears turned down in disappointment then perked back up. "I'll get to have my 'lunch' as you have yours?"

"Perhaps," Madelynn said evasively.

"Mainly you'll be allowed to serve as the entertainment for our guests," Selwyn told her. "The same important women Liedia introduced you to at the party."

Naoka was still lying in the bed, Madelynn holding her wrists and keeping her pinned down. The Kittaran's tail was partially below her, but enough was free that the way it vibrated and swished in excitement didn't go without notice.

"See?" Madelyn asked as she let go of the girl's wrists. "A proper reward for being such a good girl. But before we take you with us you'll need an outfit change."

"That's right," Selwyn agreed. "Something that will allow us to show her off while allowing our guests to make the most of the entertainment we'll be providing."

* * *

Naoka had been "dressed" in black thigh-high stockings, leaving it so the only other article of clothing she had on was her leather collar.

Once dressed they'd made her stand in front of the Mirror of Dhuarcain to see herself, pointing out all the ways the "outfit" made her pleasing to look at. The two women had caressed and touched her, describing all the ways they found every part of her body sexually pleasing both to look at and touch.

In the end it had been her thighs they'd spent the most time on. As their hands had tickled and caressed and grabbed the bare flesh between the top of the black stockings and her womanhood they'd made the girl move into different positions so she could see herself from many angles in the mirror.

"Such womanly thickness," Madelynn had cooed approvingly as she ran her hands slowly up Naoka's inner thighs. "Even on a girl as small and thin as you, these wonderfully soft curves remain."

"Yes," Selwyn had agreed. "Dense, womanly curves," she told Naoka as she used her hands to trace the shape of the girl's firm, perky backend. Her hands kept going, slipping under Naoka's ass and to her thighs. "Curves. Soft womanly curves," she cooed lovingly, delighting in the way Naoka responded.

"Poor thing," Madelynn said as she nuzzled her face into the upper part of Naoka's neck not covered by her collar. "Whimpering. Moaning in frustration as we torture her," she added before kissing then nipping the girl's neck.

"She loves it," Selwyn laughed, running the tips of two fingers along Naoka's swollen outer labia. "Cunt's so wet it's dripping all over our expensive rug. Girl's so damp the air is musty with the smell of her pussy."

Naoka shuddered and whimpered when the woman's fingers slipped away from her womanhood. "I'm hungry to cum," she whined pathetically.

"Patience," Madelynn told her as she and Selwyn backed away from Naoka. "You must save your hunger for now. Our dear friends will be delighted to see you in such a state."

Naoka wanted to please her Mistresses but after the prolonged teasing she couldn't control herself. As soon as they stepped away from her one hand shot between her legs and the other to her chest. She let out a long, deep, indecent wail of frantic sexual frustration as she began to grab and massage her breast while furiously rubbing her damp pussy. With as worked up as she was she knew it would only take her moments before she got the relief she craved so violently.

"Bad girl," Selwyn and Madelynn barked. They returned to her side with unexpected speed, each slapping one of Naoka's hands away from where it was.

Naoka let out a confused, half-barked half-moaned response to the stinging pain of the two slaps. It had almost been enough to push her over the edge into climax, but the utterance of the phrase "bad girl" had ruined nearly all the heat she'd just built up.

"I can't help myself," Naoka moaned, voice full of honest dismay as her hands shot back to where they'd been moments before.

"Then we'll help," Madelynn told the girl, grabbing her wrists.

Naoka yelped in surprise as the woman pulled the Kittaran's arms behind her back and held her wrists together. She struggled for a moment, needing to wiggle out a little more of the bubbling horny fire in her loins before she could calm herself. "Thank you, Mistress," she panted.

"I think some rope is required," Madelynn told Naoka. "Could you retrieve us some, my Dearest love?"

"Already doing so, dearest," Selwyn replied, returning momentarily with a bundle of rope.

Madelynn held Naoka's arms in place while Selwyn secured her wrists together.

"Not too tight?" Selwyn asked her.

"Perfectly tight," Naoka told her, purring deeply as she shifted her arms to test the feel of the ropes out.

Naoka had been lightly purring since then, reveling in the sensation of having her arms tied behind her back. The small feeling of powerlessness had made the journey from her bedroom to the dining hall a delight.

Visually she had feasted on the sight of her Mistresses as they walked beside her. Both were dressed in skimpy, revealing lingerie that left all their ample "womanly curves" on display. After having been made so intimately aware of her own meager curves she found herself hyper-aware of both women's far more substantial ones.

She longed for her hands to be free so she could caress and feel them up the way they had done to her. She imagined what it would be like to have them bound and helpless in a way that would allow her to feel both women's plump backends, to experience the softness of their inner thighs, even to experience what it would be like running her hands from their outer thighs up their sides, tracing out the outline of their thickened hourglass silhouette.

Mostly, though, she stared and drooled at the sight of both women's large breasts. Each wore an outfit that pushed their prominent breasts up and left much of their substantial bulk bare. Thanks to the state of heightened arousal Naoka was in the sight of them jiggling and bouncing as they walked left her drooling at the sight.

Both women were wearing high heels. For the first time Naoka noticed just what that did to a woman's body, the way it made their ass stick out and positioned her to press her chest out. She'd thought at first it was silly they were wearing the impractical shoes while going about in what was little more than underwear, but now noticing the pleasing effects it had on how they stood she understood the appeal.

"She's a right sloppy mess," Madelynn chuckled as they arrived at their destination.

"Oh, yes, look at how she pants and drools," Selwyn had replied with delight. "She's drooled all over her chest," she added, moving to wipe the moisture away.

"Leave it," Madelynn snapped before her partner could remove the mess. "They'll love the sight of it. They'll love the sight of her, seeing how far she's come along since they last got to see and play with her."

"As always you're right, my dearest love," Selwyn told her. "You've always been better with people, always had a softer touch with them."

"And you've always been better when a harsher touch is needed. Even when we were girls, remember those times?"

Naoka found the control to focus on their conversation. She thought about the painting she'd found of them and hoped they were about to reveal something of their past.

"I remember them, but I suspect my memories are a bit different from yours," Selwyn replied. "You were always kind, but the rest of your family wasn't."

"You were her servant," Naoka blurted out.

Selwyn cocked her head, giving the girl a quizzical look. "Was I?" She looked at Madelynn. "Is that how we met all those long years ago? Me some foreign girl, taken from her homeland and forced to become little more than a slave for some spoiled noblewoman. But not a cruel one like all the others, a wonderful girl that would help me discover my sexual truths and eventually became the love of my life?"