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Raised By Wolves update
🕑 Added 2019-10-27 23:00:00 +0000 UTC
Kitty watched as Laura assumed the aspect of a cornered animal. Too proud and stoic to show her fear openly, but Kitty could see it in her dilated eyes, her flared nostrils, the electric tension rising up off her skin. Kitty petted her soothingly. She didn’t want Laura traumatized. She wanted her excited, like she was going through a haunted house or down a hill on a roller coaster. And slowly, Laura began to respond to Kitty’s calming caresses, even though her breathing was still pitched over being trapped.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Kitty said, wondering if it even made any difference to try to communicate verbally to a creature of almost pure instinct. “But I do know you like it. The pain. The adrenaline. The feel of your blood pumping when you’re going into battle. I can make you feel it now, with no danger, no mission, no killing. You just have to trust me. There’ll be pain, but you’ll enjoy it. I’ll make sure you enjoy the pain so much that you forget about hating it.”
Laura’s breathing fluttered a little. “I don’t want to hurt you. You don’t heal.”
Kitty smiled graciously. “That’s why I had to lock you up. Can’t have your instincts taking over and slicing me to ribbons. I’ll let you out when we’re done. But for now… you’re my bitch.”
She could practically see the thought taking hold in Laura’s mind, fogging up her eyes, emptying out all other thoughts with Kitty’s authority over her. “I’m… your bitch…” Laura said experimentally. “You’re going to… mount me?”
Another smile from Kitty. She could see this was going over well. There was a flush in Laura’s cheeks and some flash of insight told Kitty that Laura was smelling wet arousal—maybe hers, maybe Laura’s. “I wish I could, baby, but I’m lacking certain equipment at the moment. But you’re definitely going to find out who takes it and who gives it. Unless you wanna back out?”
Laura thought about it—not so much from misgivings, Kitty thought, as leaning on the care and caution that had been stressed for her so many times, by all her teachers. But when Laura gave in, her eyes were almost glowing. “You’ll have to trap my feet too. I could disembowel you if you hurt me bad enough.”
Then she blushed again. She liked the thought of being hurt that bad. Kitty liked it too. Someone like Laura could take a lot of punishment, which almost made up for the fact that she wouldn’t have the lasting marks Kitty liked to leave. She could flay Laura and the girl would be back to normal in a few minutes. But fine. That was okay. What really mattered was that she made Laura submit, and Laura wanted to submit. She wanted her two favorite things, battle and what Kitty had just made her feel, to come together.
Kitty took hold of Laura’s supple legs and eased them up, bringing them over Laura’s head so that she was bent double, with her feet beside her hands, her eyes looking into her own cunt. That pleased Kitty. Soon she’d have a lot to see. She phased Laura’s feet into the headboard too, so that Laura was trapped in her doubled-over position as surely as if she were in an ancient set of stocks. Laura looked up from her own wet cunt to eye Kitty respectfully.
Her eyes were now full of anticipation. Nervous anticipation, true, but anticipation nonetheless. She’d had a taste of submission to Kitty, giving herself over to Kitty’s sure, dominant hands, and Kitty hadn’t faltered, hadn’t wavered. Laura was beginning to taste the rewards that obedience would bring and her nervousness was nothing next to how she would feel without Kitty ordering her, guiding her—mastering her. She clung to her independence in all other matters, but with Kitty, she was happy to be on a leash. Kitty would bring her to the pleasure she didn’t know how to reach herself. Kitty would share it with her, not hurting her or allowing herself to be hurt. That was all Laura wanted.
“Did you sit in sugar, babe? Because you’ve got a sweet ass,” Kitty said as she ran her fingers from one end of Laura’s hips to the other. Each of Laura’s buttocks was round and soft, beautifully shaped, with a plushness that was almost unbelievable—Kitty sunk her fingers into the pillowy flesh, but when her hand came away, it bounced back to being perfectly pert in shape. And yet they were so light, like whipped cream, that Kitty could easily part both cheeks with the fingers of one hand.
Deep within the groove between Laura’s asscheeks was her puckered asshole. Kitty ran her finger over it, Laura whining like an animal as she was touched like she’d never been touched before. Kitty grinned as her finger circled the little opening, around and around and around.
“I get to fuck you wherever I want, Laura. Do you know how much it’d hurt if I fucked you here? Emma fucked me in the ass once. I came so fucking hard that I phased right through the floor. I like the pain too.” Kitty pushed her finger inside of Laura.
“Ahh!” Laura gasped, twisting and turning as much as she could, her motions banging the headboard against the wall. The exclamation was so unlike her that Kitty paused to take her in again, now noting a cold sweat that plastered Laura’s hair to her face and back.
“Do you want it in the ass? Ya wanna be my little buttfuck slut?” Kitty asked deliciously, snaking her finger in and out of Laura’s tight anus, pleased at the way Laura was shaking with a sort of pained excitement.
“Urgh! Ah… Jesus!” Laura muttered, writhing even harder in her awkwardly doubled-over position.
“I don’t know if you’ll squirt from being fucked in the ass, though. I really like it when you squirt. And with that nose of yours, I bet you can smell your girl cum on me for days after…”
Taking her pointer finger from Laura’s ass, Kitty moved her hand higher, until she was sending her middle finger inside of Laura’s cunt. It was so wet that the penetration sent a rivulet of Laura’s juices running up her pubis, practically dripping onto Laura’s face.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Kitty felt Laura moaning as much as she heard her. With these new, relieved yet needful exhales, Laura’s body clenched hard as a rock. Kitty giggled softly, her free hand on Laura’s creamy ass, feeling it harden as the middle finger of her other hand stroked inside Laura’s fever-hot pussy.
“You’re being a naughty girl, Laura. Really getting off on this. Don’t you know good girls don’t come so hard from getting fingered in the ass?” Kitty leaned down to actually bite Laura’s pert ass. Laura squeaked in ecstasy. Kitty tittered. “You’re such a slut. I’m going to have to punish you, slut. I’m going to have to spank you.”
“Nnn! Oh-h-h! Please!”
Kitty didn’t know if Laura was pleading for mercy or for Kitty to get on with it, but she didn’t care. Laura needed a spanking, just like she’d needed to be bound up with a finger in her ass.
“This is for your own good, Laura!” Still holding her left hand to Laura’s groin, Kitty reeled her right hand back. Laura watched it rise high in the air. Her pussy clenched around Kitty’s finger. Good girl, Kitty thought.
Kitty brought her open hand down on Laura’s ass again and again, making it quiver and shake, jostling it all around her penetrating finger. Laura cried out, popping her claws, raking them against the drywall with what little motion she could get out of her wrists. She was in pain, squeezing her eyes shut, tears trickling down her face, but her pussy kept up a rhythmic pump around Kitty’s finger, milking it like a cock.
Kitty kept it up until her hand was sore, leaving Laura whimpering and moaning and rutting her spasmodic cunt against Kitty’s finger.
“You had enough, slut? You ready to be a good girl now? Or are you actually getting off on this too?”
“Uhh! Ah! Kitty!”
“Don’t say my name, you fucking cunt,” Laura ordered her. “You’re not worthy to say my name. You’re a goddamn slut. And I’m just going to have to punish you harder if I want you to be a good girl.”
She left Laura keening, rattling against her bonds, her toe-claws and knuckle-claws clicking against each other as Kitty went to the closet. “Please, Ki—please, punish me more. Make me a good girl. Don’t stop now. I’m…” Laura tripped over her words, trying to figure out what to say, how to please Kitty with her words as much as Kitty’s domineering speech had pleased her. “I’m a bad girl. Dirty slut. I need more punishment.”
“You’re going to get it,” Kitty promised her, coming out of the closet with a fishing pole. No line in the reel, but it was nice and limber, a foot and a half long. Kitty whipped it across Laura’s lovely ass, freshly healed, as white as newly fallen snow. The scarlet welts she laid smartly over Laura’s soft flesh were even better than her pink handprints from before, and she loved the dance Laura’s ass did when the pole snapped across it.
“Fuck! Yes! I love it!” Laura shrieked.
“Shut up,” Kitty demanded, turning her head to hide her smile. “I don’t want to hear what a whore has to say.”
Laura clenched her teeth, making herself appear mad with glee as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Mmf! Ng! Hh! Nnnh!”
“That’s better,” Kitty said, taking the fishing pole away and smelling it, wet with Laura’s fearful sweat.
Laura’s ass was red and raw, her hips jerking as if trying to fuck herself on a lover that wasn’t there. Her cunt was splayed open, twitching when it wasn’t a blur of motion. The spanking and the whipping had transformed her into a creature of absolute lust. Kitty wondered what would happen if she tried fingering Laura now. She might wind up with a broken bone.
Laura’s head whipped back and forth, as if in competition with her rocking hips. Kitty wondered for a moment what she was trying to do. She couldn’t still be in some ecstatic paroxysm, could she? Then it hit her. Laura was trying to lick her own pussy. She was so turned on she would try even that to relieve her suffering.
Kitty grinned. Who would’ve guessed that Logan’s clone was such a fucking bottom? “Stop that, Laura. I decide when you get off. You need to earn having your pussy touched.”
With a whine of effort, Laura held herself still. Dewdrops of her own lust dripped down onto her chest, making Laura quake in agonized need. Kitty could understand the frustration. She wanted to fuck Laura about as badly as Laura needed to be fucked.
“I’ll… I’ll do whatever it takes, Kit… I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“Mistress,” Kitty said. “Call me Mistress. That’s fitting, don’t you think? Since I master you. I control you. I tell you what to do and you do it, don’t you?”
She tapped the butt of the fishing rod against Laura’s healing ass. It wasn’t yet so repaired that it didn’t twinge with sensitivity, and Laura let out a longing croon at the contact.
“Yes, Mistress,” Laura breathed, her voice trilling with the urge to please Kitty and get more of the beautiful pain she’d gotten before. “I’m a… bad girl. I need to be punished. I want to be a good girl for you.”
“Oh, you’re going to be.” Kitty phased Laura out of the headboard, giving her her freedom so suddenly that Laura stayed in her submissively docile position. As she blinked, Kitty sat on the opposite side of the bed, spreading her legs to expose her own wetness. “I want you to lick my pussy until I come as hard as you did when I got you off. That’s what good girls do to thank their mistresses for fucking their dirty cunts.”
Laura stared at her own pussy for a moment, clearly thinking of herself relieving the painful need she felt. But obedience won out over instinct. She had to serve Kitty. She knew the pleasure that would bring was so much better than what her own touch could do.
Padding across the bed to Kitty on all fours, Laura bent her head to Kitty’s groin, reminding the other woman of a dog at the water bowl. Kitty, in turn, purred as Laura’s tongue scoured over her pussy, drinking in her juices, body shivering with the taste of Kitty.
“Mmmm. Yes. Beautiful…” Kitty murmured, reaching down to put one proprietary hand on top of Laura’s head, lightly resting it there to keep Laura in place as she kissed and licked and sucked at Kitty’s sex.
Laura’s ass was high in the air, glowing red with the many blows it had taken, weaving subtly from side to side as she devoured Kitty’s cunt in a feverish passion. Laughing to herself, Kitty reached out with the fishing rod and patted Laura’s ass. The clone twitched and jerked and moaned with the reminder of her punishment spurring her on to pleasure Kitty all the more.
“That’s good,” Kitty said, stretching languorously away from Laura’s sucking kisses, now depriving her of the pain and watching how Laura clenched with need. She was addicted to the sensation now, as desperate for it as she was for pleasure. “That’s really good. Now fuck me.”
Laura pulled herself away from Kitty with a gruesome effort. “How? I… I’m trying.”
Kitty spread her legs again, crooking her finger at Laura. “Get on top of me,” she ordered, reaching down to part her lower lips, fully exposing herself from her swollen clitoris to the lowest pout of her labia.
Laura obeyed, submissive to Kitty even as she literally topped her, placing herself within Kitty’s long, slim legs. She was wild now, her hair in disarray, her eyes desperate, a need to mate that had been sublimated into obedience to Kitty. She understood what Kitty wanted, but she still twitched and shook as she carefully lowered herself down onto Kitty, their sexes coming together like two kissing mouths.
“Ahhh,” Kitty sighed, their clits rubbing against each other as they melted into one, Laura’s hips describing little circles that made their two bodies into one big, loving caress. “Good girl. Goooood girl…”
“I like making you happy,” Laura muttered.
“You like making me unhappy too,” Kitty noted. “That’s what gets you punished.”
Laura’s athletic body arched like a bow, making their cunts rub together harder, with greater friction. “I like being punished. You like punishing me.”
“Yeah,” Kitty moaned, taking advantage of the new position to reach up and mold her hands over Laura’s full, fine breasts. Laura’s mouth gaped open with the new pleasure. Then Kitty wrapped her legs around Laura’s hips, tightening them so they put pressure on her scorched ass. Now Laura’s wordless cry filled with animalistic sounds, grunts and groans of rutting pleasure and wounded effort. Kitty caressed her cleavage with one hand and twisted her nipple with the other.
“It’s good to be a bad girl,” Laura said, feeling she finally understood this new, strange custom. It was much like she was. Savagery put on a leash.
“It’s so good,” Kitty sighed, enjoying the feel of Laura’s breasts as much as Laura enjoyed having them felt. “And getting better all the time!”
Their cunts rubbed together wetly, both of them rutting against each other, the only thought in their frenzied minds being to bring their clits together again, to experience that shared rapture that was almost painful in its intensity.
“I’m on fire!” Laura gasped, sweat flying off her as she fucked Kitty in a ragged frenzy. “My pussy’s on fire! I’m gonna come!”
As if Laura had said some magic word, Kitty phased, dropping through the bed while Laura was left ramming herself against the mattress. In a flash, Kitty had rolled out from under the bed while Laura came up on all fours.
“Don’t you dare move!” Kitty told her firmly. Unwilling to wait even to open a drawer, she phased her hand right into the nightstand and pulled out her vibrator. “Good girls don’t come before their mistresses. You hold still and watch while I get myself off. Don’t even think about touching yourself or I’ll phase you so you can’t feel a thing. I’ll keep you a ghost for hours, Laura. Or you can wait your turn like a good girl.”
It took Laura knotting her hands in the bedspread, but she held herself still as Kitty thrust the vibrator into her cunt, giving herself the orgasm Laura longed for, the climax Laura would have equally loved to give her. Kitty kept her in deliciously hateful agony long after that, masturbating herself to ecstasy after ecstasy with Laura forced to lie there, submissively bowed, watching and smelling and almost tasting as Kitty came all over the vibrator she’d seen fit to replace Laura with.
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Shendude
Hot damn, this is damn hot.
