Cat's Eye, Part 1
by Captain Hidethread
mc; Fg; FF; Fdom; oral
“Watch what you're doing!!” she yelled, after one of the delivery men bumped the crate against the floor of the truck.
“Relax, lady” he said nonchalantly. “We know what we're doing.”
“Oh, you better know, because if I see so much as a scratch inside, then I will make sure the both of you get fired!”
“Where do you want us to put it?” the other guy asks, unfazed to her threat.
“Take it to the back,” she answers. “Then while you walk through the hallway, you will see a blue door. Open it and place the crate inside that room.”
They both start to carry the crate to the back of the house, leaving her with her hand placed against her forehead, muttering out “Idiots.” She then hears some footsteps coming close to her.
“So your stupid box came in,” said a young voice. “Whoopity doo,” she added with fake fanfare.
“And where have you been, Abigail?” said Gwen with a strict tone.
“I was hanging out with my friends!”
“At this time of night? You do realize that you have school tomorrow, right?”
“Tomorrow's Saturday, mom” replied Abigail with her eyes narrowed at Gwen.
Feeling a little embarrassed, Gwen hit herself in the head, and smiled. “Sorry, sweetie.”
Abigail wasn't surprised that her mother would forget which day it was. She's always either spending too much time teaching at the university or going on trips to different countries. Just a month ago, she forgot all about Abigail's birthday. She still doesn't know, but Abigail stopped caring to remind her. In fact, she enjoyed the times when her mother was away. For a twelve year old, she knew how to take care of herself. Cooking and cleaning around the house felt like simple tasks for her, and she knew how to avoid danger like staying away from strangers. She felt like she was an adult herself. That is, until her mother returns. Especially when she returns with old relics that she finds during her exhibitions.
“Whatever,” says Abigail, as she starts to walk past her. “I'm going to watch some TV.”
“Wait, sweetie,” Gwen says, starting to walk next to her. “Don't you want to see my latest discovery?”
“I didn't care about the other hundred discoveries you found, and I don't care about this one”
“But this has to be one of the greatest discoveries to date, Abby!” continues Gwen, while they both walk into the house together. “It's a sarcophagus! My team and I discovered it in the most unexpected place.”
Abigail makes a little sigh. This is not the first time that she had to listen to one of her mother's “how I found this thing” stories. It sometimes felt like a monologue, because Abigail usually tunes her out, just before she goes back into her room. But this time, just this once, she decided to keep her ears open, in the hopes that it will end fast.
“We were excavating one of the tombs in Bubastis. This city was the center of worship for Bast, the feline goddess of Egypt. In fact, all cats were worshipped as protectors.”
Abigail then interrupts her. “Could you cut to the chase, mom?”
“Oh, well anyway. These tombs consist of only the mummified corpses of cats, so we were all surprised to find a sarcophagus fit for a human inside one of them.”
“Fascinating,” said Abigail in a dull tone. Then she notices the two delivery men exiting from the room with the blue door. She knows this room all too well. She is never allowed to enter the room, with the exception that her mother is with her. She didn't really care. In fact, she dreaded moments like this, knowing that this conversation was going to be a lot longer than expected.
Gwen signs her signature for the delivery, and the two men then exit the house. As soon as she and her daughter enter the room, she started to smile with pride. The whole room was full of Egyptian artifacts. Tools, makeup, and even pottery. Most of her prized finds were feline related. Statues of Bast in her cat form were lined up in a perfect row. She even had cat sarcophagi on display. It's another reason why Abigail dreads to enter this room. And there right in the middle, was the sarcophagus. Gwen noticed that the lid of the crate was removed. Despite her attitude towards the delivery men, she guessed that they were still nice enough to open the crate for her.
Abigail takes a glance at it. “This is a weird sarcopho-thingy. This is totally different from the ones I’ve seen in books.”
She was right. It wasn't like one of the regular sarcophagi. The lid had no sculpture of a pharaoh, or any decorations at all. It was flat just like the sides. You could hardly think that it was a sarcophagus.
“Did you really get this from Egypt?” said Abigail, making a little grin.
“Of course I did! And I know for a fact that someone is inside it! Most of the hieroglyphs were worn out, but lines that were readable mention that a person is indeed inside this “sarcophagus”. What still puzzles me is why it was down in those tombs to begin with. Why doesn't it have any decorations or markings? And who is inside it? At least I will find out the answer to my third question in just a few minutes.”
Abigail's expression turns dull again. “That's nice. This is the part where I leave now. I'm already grossed out at your collection of mummy cats, so I'm not going to hang around to watch this.”
“Alright then,” Gwen concurs. “This may get smelly anyway. Close door after you walk out, and don't stay up too late.”
“Whatever. Good night, Mom,” She then walks out of the room, closing the door behind her. “I guess that didn't take long after all” she said in thought with a relieved smile. She then goes into her room, tosses her bag aside, grabs the remote, and turns on the TV. “My feet are killing me” she said after she plops her boots off, massaging her thigh high-stocking feet. She then relaxes back on her bed, and puts on the all-night 70's horror movie marathon.
Meanwhile, Gwen has her tape recorder and crowbar ready. She then presses the record button.
“The date is April 13th, 2012. The time is 10:45 P.M. I am about to open a sarcophagus that I found during one of my expeditions inside the tombs of Bubastis. It was quite a surprise to discover this rare artifact; I needed to examine it personally. I can't really say for certain that this is really a sarcophagus. It's more like a regular stone coffin. It has no markings whatsoever, so I do not know what's inside it. Upon closer inspection, the lid of this “sarcophagus” has been sealed really tight. I can't open it unless I scrape off, what looks like to be some strong adhesive, from all four of its corners.”
Gwen then stops the recording. She then picks up the crowbar and starts to chip away the adhesive that is keeping the lid fused with the rest of the stone coffin. Over an hour later, she checks if she finally removed it all by using the hook end of the crowbar to lift up the lid from each corner. And to her delight, she manages to lift it up only a few inches. But a few inches is how far she could get it, as the strain from pushing the crowbar takes its toll on her. She gives and slowly closes the lid back down. Wiping the sweat from her face, she then pressed the record button again.
“The time is now 11:46 P.M. I successfully removed the adhesive from each corner of the “sarcophagus”, but I must admit that I don't have the strength to lift the lid, so my next method is to push it open. I still couldn't get a glimpse of what was inside, but that will all change in just a couple of minutes.”
She stops her tape recorder once again. “Alright, let's do this.” she says while cracking her knuckles. Then she grips her hands along the corner of the lid, and begins to push. She kept on pushing for over thirty seconds, but it didn't budge an inch. Her grunts and random cussing gets louder as she gathers more strength. She wanted this so bad that she didn't care if she gets a hernia. Just then, it starts to pay off as the lid starts to move. It's up to the point where the opening is three inches wide, but it was still too dark inside to get a good glimpse. And just when she felt that the lid was sliding faster for her, the telephone rings.
“Who could it be at this hour?!” she yells, while breathing heavily. She picks up the phone and checks her caller I.D. It was one of her colleagues that discovered the coffin with her. “This better be good!”…“No, I'm alright. I was doing a little late night jogging.” she concocted. She didn't want any of them to know that she had the coffin with her. “Now tell me why did you call me?!”…“You got to be kidding me!” He explains to her that someone broke into the museum and stole a rare amulet from one of their exhibits. Gwen cared more about her latest find right now, but she didn't want to risk getting caught if she refused to meet up with them. “Alright, I'll be right there!”
Hanging up the phone, she quickly puts on her coat, grabs her keys, turns the light off, and dashes to her car. She didn't worry too much if whatever was inside would shrivel up because the opening wasn't wide enough for a lot of oxygen to enter.
The room is not exactly dark. The moon can be seen from the window. Its light beams along the coffin, and even reaches through the opening. Within a minute, fingers emerge from it and grasp on the lid. No longer in the room to witness this, Gwen drives off into the night.
It's 11:59 P.M. The movie “Freak Girl” is up next in the movie marathon. Abigail was anticipating this one after her friends mentioned it to her, but she was so tired from her walk back to the house that she fell asleep during the middle of the movie before it. She was in the middle of a happy dream of finally gaining her freedom and having a house of her own. Her dream is cut short when a loud crash sound from outside her room, jolts her out of her sleep.
“What the hell?” she says, rubbing her head and yawning. “What is that old hag doing now?”
Getting out of her bed, she walks to the door. Before she touches the knob, more loud noises cause her to jump back. This time, it sounded like dishes breaking. Fear started rush in as she slowly opens the door. She takes a peek and sees that the noises were coming from her mother's artifact room. It was obvious to Abigail that something was wrong. Just then, one of the artifacts crashes into the wall outside from the room. It was thrown with such force, that it makes a hole. Abigail quickly and quietly shuts the door, locking it. She hurries over to her phone, picks it up, and dials 911. Although she does too hastily as she hears no dial tone.
“Damnit,” she whispers out of anger. Then the noises stop. This gave her the opportunity escape from the window. But just as she was about to, she started to think about her mother. Is she okay? Does she need medical help? Or it could be that she got really drunk, and went on a rampage. Despite that Abigail didn't give a damn about her, Gwen is still the adult of the house, and if something bad happened to her, then Abigail would be taken out of the house and get sent to foster care. She didn't want to leave this house, thinking that she has been more responsible taking care of it than her mother ever had. The thought of this helped her build up some courage. She picks up her baseball bat, goes back to the door, and slowly opens it. Tip toeing along the floor, with her hands clenched tight along the bat's handle, she slowly gets closer to the artifact room. She gets close enough to get a small view inside. There was no sight of her mother yet, but she notices that the phone was off the hook, which explains why she's unable to call 911. She focuses back along the floor, hoping that her mother wasn't lying along it in a bloody mess. But this was not the case when she finally stops in front of the entrance.
The whole room was in shambles. All the artifacts on the shelves were smashed all over the floor. The little statues of Bast got the worst of it. A putrid smell went up Abigail's nose. It came from the mummified organs and cats that were broken out from their canopic jars and little sarcophagi. Covering her nose, she continued to search the floor. It was dark, but the moonlight from the window still made it easy to see the mess. It was obvious that there was no body on the floor. She looks up and her eyes widen as she sees a brown-skinned woman standing in front of the stone coffin. She was nude, but that wasn't what surprised Abigail.
She had a tail right above the crack of her ass. It was covered with light brown fur, while the tip of it had a darker brown color. It wagged back and forth slowly. So slow that it was sort of hypnotic. While her tail maybe furry, the rest of her body looked perfectly bare enough to be human. The woman had her hands placed along the sides of her chest, exposing her sharp, curved nails. Her feet also had this trait, but what really stood out from the woman was her head. Her hair was short, black, and it had the same style of one of those Halloween Cleopatra wigs. Another thing that had that corny Halloween vibe, was that she actually had cat ears on top of her head. Abigail's fear started to vanish, and was replaced with confusion and anger.
“What the hell is wrong with this bitch?!” Abigail thought. “She must be some crazy feline fangirl on crack”
Abigail's rage gave her a spark of courage. The woman didn't look tough to her at all. She thought she could take her down at least enough to knock her out. She had no choice but to try. If Gwen were to return, and see that her collection in shambles, then Abigail would surely take the blame for it. No one would believe that a naked lady in a cat getup would do this kind of thing. She had to find a way to immobilize her, and then call the police. Her risky plan was set, but, before she could make her move, the cat woman turns her head to the left, her eyes darting straight at Abigail as if she knew that she was standing there all this time. Abigail made a little gasp, as the woman's eyes glowed yellow.
“Get a hold of yourself,” Abigail thought. “It must be some crazy contact lenses.”
Abigail was still in her battle stance, holding her bat like some kind of samurai sword. The cat woman then turned around, exposing Abigail to her full frontal nudity. Excluding her hands and feet, she looked human from the neck down. Her breasts were big enough to fit a D-size bra and her vagina was bare. Her face looked close to human, except that her nose was black and shaped like a cats. And her eyes. Her eyes had slit pupils, just like a cat’s, and the glowing yellow irises were so frighteningly alluring that it was impossible to look away. She stared at Abigail more closely, starting from her face all the way down to her legs. She then looks closely at the bat. It was shaking a little.
“Don't move or I will bash your head in!” yelled Abigail. She started to tremble a little as her fear resurfaced.
The cat woman responds with some yelling of her own, but it was not in English, nor any other language that Abigail would recognize.
“What the hell are you saying? Are you on drugs or something?”
The cat woman replies with her incoherent language, but with a calmer tone and a happy expression. Her eyes started to glow again, but not as bright as before. The dim, yellow gaze looked more inviting than intimidating. Abigail had no choice but to look back at her intruder. Even if she didn't want to, she couldn't stop. The beautiful yellow hue was so starting to make her mind go numb. Even the incoherent words coming out of that feline girl's mouth seem to feel more relaxing than confusing. Relaxing enough that she was slowly lowering down her bat. This is what the cat woman was waiting for. As she continues chanting, she then takes one step forward, then another, just like an alley cat creeping towards its prey. But Abigail still had enough of a conscious to see what she was doing. She quickly shakes her head, and raises her bat towards the woman.
“I said don't move, bitch!” yelled Abigail, breathing heavily.
The cat woman stopped, but only by instinct.
“What the hell was that just now?! Is that some kind of freaky method to give someone else one of your acid trips?!”
The cat woman looks down at the floor, shakes her head, and sighs.
“Answer me, you freak!” impelled Abigail, so high on anxiety that she wasn't thinking rationally. The intruder did not comprehend a single word she said, but she didn't care.
The cat woman raises her head back up, grinning widely at the agitated Abigail. She starts to walk casually towards her.
“D...don't come near me!! I'll bash your damn brains in!”
The cat woman was getting closer. Close enough for Abigail to make her move. She swings her bat, aiming for the woman's left abdomen. The swing stops halfway as the woman counters by grabbing the bat's barrel. Abigail could not believe that someone could catch it that fast. She tried to pull the bat away, but the woman's grip was too strong. She then yanks the bat from her hands, and kicks her to the floor. She then clamps her hand down with enough force to break it into splinters. Licking her hand, she looks down at the winded Abigail.
“Ouch,” groaned Abigail, feeling great pain on her right shoulder. She slowly staggers up onto her knees, and sees a shard from one of the artifacts sticking out of her arm. She quickly pulled it out. It wasn't that deep, but it still hurt like hell and blood started to escape from the wound. She clenched her hand around the wound. The pain and all this angst was too much for her now. She had failed to protect this house. Failed to protect her house. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks.
The cat woman just stands there, observing Abigail closely. The young girl's sadness made her change her devious smile into a pleasant kind of smile. She then continues walking towards Abigail. After hearing a couple of steps, Abigail quickly collects herself, springs back onto her feet, and runs out of the room. She didn't care if all the blame was placed on her. She would figure a way to get a home of her own. She would be free from this nightmare. All of this was coursing through her mind as she ran down the hallway. She got into the living room, she just had to reach the front door. The cat woman quickly dashed out of the room. She then jumped along the walls, bounced onto the ceiling, and pounced on Abigail. She pins her back on the floor by holding her wrists down and placing her knees on top of Abigail’s legs. Abigail tries to pull herself free, but her hands won't budge off the floor.
“Please let me go!” cried Abigail, looking up at the cat woman with more tears pouring from her face. “You can take what you want, destroy what you want! No one will believe me if I told anyone about you anyway! So please let me go!”
The cat woman continues to stare back at her. The dim yellow glow is still present in her eyes. She the grins and licks her lips. This catches Abigail by surprise; she wonders what the gesture meant.
“Wait....wait a minute?! What are you going to do?!”
The cat woman opens her mouth just a little. Abigail catches a glimpse of her fangs.
“Oh, God, you're going to kill me!” screamed Abigail as piss started to gush through her panties and skirt. “Please don't! I don't want to die! I don't.....”
Abigail's plea is interrupted as the cat woman locks lips with her. Her teary eyes widen when she feels the woman's tongue slide into her mouth, lashing along her own small tongue. She was so confused, but she knew that it would anger the woman if she were to bite down on it. She now feels the woman’s tongue licking around her mouth, especially along the roof of it. After a minute of frenching, the cat woman then pulls her head up, and licks her lips.
“Ah, that's much better,” said the cat woman.
“You...you can talk?!”
“Correction, little one: I can speak and comprehend your language now. All I have to do is kiss someone who knows a language and then I adapt to it in an instant. It's something I learned in case I had to confront humans that spoke in another tongue. Though I have to say that this one is pretty new to me. From what I picked up from your thoughts, this is called English, right?”
“My thoughts?!” Abigail says, inhaling some of her runny snot back into her nose. “What the hell are you talking about?! Are you some kind of drug junkie with a fetish for cats?!”
“I don't know about this ‘drug junkie’ you speak of, but I do love cats. I enjoy making cats.”
“Enjoy making cats,” scoffs Abigail, tittering off some laughs in between her crying. “I'm going to die, by the hands of a junkie, who makes cats.”
“I told you that I’m not this ‘junkie’ you speak of. And if you call me that again, then I WILL rip your throat out!”
“Aaah!” gasps Abigail. “Then who are you?! Why did you destroy everything in that room?!”
“Oh, I never really introduced myself, did I? My name is Ama. And your second question? Well, after I woke up, and saw all those cat statues line up. I started to think about how much they looked like Bast. I just went crazy after that, and well, you saw the aftermath.
“Bast?” says Abigail. She thinks back about what her mother told her. Something about a big rectangular box inside a tomb of Bast.
“That's right,” answers Ama. “Bast stuffed me in that ‘big box.’ And quite unfairly, I might add.”
“H...how did you...?”
“It's because we’re linked now, little one. From the moment I looked into your pretty blue eyes, our minds became connected. I can see your thoughts, your feelings, everything. Even right now, you're still thinking that I'm going to eat you.”
After hearing this, Abigail resumes her attempt to struggle out of Ama's clutches. Her cries of “Please don't eat me” still echo in thought. Ama had faced this kind of distress many times before in her past encounters with humans.
“I'm not going to do that,” says Ama, with a smile. “Why would I want to eat a precious girl like you?”
Abigail didn't listen. Her anxiety was up to the point that she started to hyperventilate. Ama frowned a little.
“This is getting us nowhere. I think it's time to calm you down.”
Ama looked directly at Abigail's head. She was shaking it left and right, and her eyes were closed, but it was no problem for Ama. Her dim yellow eyes begin to glow much brighter. The glow radiated along her head.
“Please don't eat me!” “Please don't eat me!” “Please don't eat me!” “Please don't eat me!” “Please don't eat me!” “Open your eyes.”
Abigail's repetitious plea within her mind was being interrupted by Ama's commands.
“Please don't eat me!” “Please don't eat me!” “Obey Ama and open your eyes.” “I don't want to die!” “I don't want to die!” “Obey Ama.” “I don't....” “Obey Ama.”
It was working. Abigail was accepting Ama's commands as her own thoughts.
“I don't want to.....” “I don't want...” “You must obey me.” “I don't.....” “You must obey Ama.” “I....I.....” “You must obey Ama.” “I...must obey Ama. “I must obey Ama.”
“You must relax.” “I must relax.”
This looped a few times as Abigail's struggling slowly ceased, her arms and legs going limp.
“You are relaxed” “I am relaxed” “You must look up” “I must look up.” “You must open your eyes” “I must open my eyes.”
Abigail turns her head straight. She opens her eyes and gets a full view of Ama's yellow gaze.
“That's a good girl,” praises Ama. “Now look deep into my eyes. Let them sooth your stress away.”
Abigail continues to focus on Ama’s yellow irises. Little sparkles start to twinkle along each iris. Abigail's own eyes suddenly turned dull and lifeless. Her heavy breathing and rapid heartbeats lowered back to normal.
“See, little one? There's nothing to worry about.”
“Nothing to worry about,” Abigail says in a calm, monotone voice.
“You will obey my every command and answer any questions I ask you. Do you understand?
“Yes, I hear and obey.”
“Good girl,” Ama says with a happy cat-like smile. “Now I'm going to let go of your arms. When I do, you will not resist Ama, okay?”
“Yes. I will not resist Ama.”
Ama takes her hands off Abigail’s wrists. They're bruised from when she clenched them tight. She then caresses her left hand along Abigail's face, brushing her long blonde hair away from her eyes.
“You're not like any human I’ve seen before. From the look of your garments, and our surroundings, I don't think I'm in Egypt anymore. Tell me, little one, what country is this?”
“The United States,” answers Abigail.
“Interesting. I never heard of these ‘United States.’ I must've been sleeping in that cursed box for a long time.”
The mere mention of her small prison makes Ama flash back to when she was cast inside it by Bast and her minions.
“That bitch!” Ama scowls. Moving her hand away from Abigail's face and clenching it into a fist. “She said it was for the good of Egypt. No! What I did was for the good of Egypt! All you did was lock me away in darkness!”
She drives her clenched fist into the carpet floor. This startles the entranced Abigail. Her eyes remained fixated upwards, but it still made her shake. Ama noticed right away. She snaps out of her hate-filled rage and resumes stroking Abigail’s hair.
“I'm sorry, little one,” Ama says in a comforting tone. “I shouldn't have brought up such a painful memory. I promise I won’t do it again.”
Her apology ends Abigail's shaking.
“Now that you know who I am. I think it's my turn to know more about you. Let's start with the basic questions. What is your name?”
“Abigail Mason”
“How old are you?”
“I'm twelve years old.”
“Oh, such a cute age. I really adore young girls such as yourself. Is it alright to call you my little one?”
“Yes, it is alright.”
“Good. I don't really need to know anything else about you because, pretty soon, you will forget everything about yourself. But before that time comes, I will find out the rest from inside your mind.”
“Will....will it hurt?” Abigail asked. Even though she was calm, there was still some part of her conscience that wanted to know.
“No, little one,” smiles Ama, placing her other hand along the other side of Abigail's teary face, brushing the hair from her forehead with her thumbs. She looks directly into her eyes once again, glowing bright yellow.
It didn't take long to connect into Abigail's mind. Ama started to view her memories like it was home movies. She got quick glimpses of her childhood, starting when she was three years old. As she got a bit older, Ama saw how happy she was with her father. From her memorable times on her birthday, to Christmas, he was there for her when her mother wasn't. Every year, on Christmas Eve, her father would dress up as Santa, and give her presents under the tree. On one Christmas Eve, when she was seven, she confronted her father, who she thought was Santa, and told him that all she wanted for Christmas was for her mommy to come home and spend the Christmas together as a family. That wish never came true and, after that, her dad stopped dressing up as Santa. Not long after, the accident occurred. Her father died after one of her mother's museum artifacts crushed him. It was being lifted onto the boat when one of the cables snapped, and the whole crate fell on top of him. She witnessed it all with her little eyes. Later on, they said the reason was because of some curse that artifact had. In Abigail's mind, it was all her mother's fault. The times after that got even harsher. Ama viewed Abigail's slow decent into the depressed child she is today. All the neglect she has had to endure, and sometimes, even the abuse that her mother brings onto her when she does stay home.
“You poor little thing,” says Ama telepathically to Abigail.
“You said....it wouldn't hurt,” responds Abigail.
“I'm so sorry, little one. I didn't realize that you were this distraught. But it had to be done. Now that I have seen your troubled past. I can help you forget it all.”
“F....forget?”
“Yes. All your tragedies, all the abuse, all your worries. Everything.”
“Even all my memories of my father?”
“I'm afraid so, little one. But once I make you my daughter, then I will promise you new happy memories.”
“Your....daughter?”
“Yes. I will make you forget about your horrible mother and take you in as my child. I'll promise to love and cherish you.”
“Love.....cherish.”
“This place you call home, we'll make it our home.”
“Our.....home.”
“Yes, little one. Now accept me as your mother.”
“I....accept.”
“You're still stuttering, little one! Accept your mother! Accept Ama!”
“I accept.”
“Obey your mother! Obey Ama!”
“I obey.”
Ama then exits Abigaii's mind, and returns back to her own. Abigail's eyes were still lifeless. Ama then stands up.
“Now rise, my daughter,” Ama says in a calm but commanding tone.
Abigail obeys her new mother's command. She slowly sits herself up and manages to stand, but her legs give out and she starts falling forward. Ama catches her before she could hit the floor. Her legs were weak from being pinned by Ama's knees for all that time. Piss was trailing down them from her soaked panties.
“You little ones are always so frail,” says Ama. “That will all change as soon as make you my special daughter. But first, let's get you cleaned up.”
She picks up Abigail, cradling her over her arms like a newborn baby, and carries her into Gwen's bedroom. She has her sit on the edge of the king sized bed.
“Let me take off those dirty clothes for you, little one. Raise your arms up.”
Abigail complies and raises her left arm up. Ama helps her with her wounded right arm while pulling her bloody shirt off. Next, she undoes Abigail’s little bra. She started wearing one around a year ago, wanting to boost her confidence as the responsible girl of the house. Ama grins at the sight of the girl’s exposed flat chest.
“Oh, you're so beautiful, little one. Now let me start by cleaning your arm up.”
Ama begins to lick along the upper part of the arm, where the wound is located. Licking up all the dried up blood. Abigail gasps, as a tingling sensation rushes along her body. She then licked the last spots of blood near her wound, but was careful to not lick close enough to open up the cut. She then continued to lick the rest of her arm, and then up to her shoulder, then around her neck. She then courses her tongue along Abigail's face, licking up all her dried up sweat and tears. Abigail's eyes remained motionless, but the wet, gentle feeling of Ama's tongue was making her pant. Once Ama was done with her face, she coursed down her left arm, and then lashed up and down along her back, then to her sides, all the way under her armpits. She then lashes along Abigail's chest, trailing her tongue much slower, savoring the sweet taste of her young, smooth flesh. She then went to her flat breasts, and started to make quick laps on both of her little tits. This sensation was too much for Abigail as she finally let out a loud moan. Ama then stops and licks her lips.
“Were almost done, little one. Now let's have you lay back, and relax, while mother finishes cleaning you up.”
Abigail complies by moving to the middle of the bed. She lays back, resting her head on the pillow.
“Now close your eyes,” commands Ama.
Abigail complies and closes her empty eyes shut.
Ama smiles. She places her hands along Abigail's waistline, and starts to pull her short black skirt off. With that removed, she gets a better look at Abigail's piss soaked cotton panties. There was also a new wet spot on them. Ama pulled them off to discover that it was cum. Abigail enjoyed her tit cleaning so much that it made her cum for the very first time.
“You naughty little girl,” grins Ama. “But that's okay. If you like what mother Ama's doing, then just let it all out for me. You don't have to hold it in.”
“Yes, mother Ama.”
“Good. Now spread your legs”
Abigail complies, raising her knees up and spreading her legs. Ama takes off Abigail's thigh-high stockings, making her entirely nude. She then begins to lick each of her feet. She sucks on each of her toes, and licks in between them. She then moved onto each of her legs, licking up all the urine that trickled down earlier. Now it was time for the waist. Ama lifted Abigail's legs up, and peered her head right in between them. She licks along her little ass cheeks. Then she trailed her tongue slowly along Abigail's ass crack. When her tongue reached her asshole, she started to lash it violently just like with her tits. Abigail started to moan loudly, clenching her hands on the pillow. Ama then stops, letting Abigail catch her breath. While licking the asshole, Ama got to lick up some of her cum. She remembered how great the taste of young virgin cum was. She needed more.
“Okay, little one. I only need to clean one more spot. And after that, I will give you a reward for being a good girl.”
“Yes,” Abigail responds, still panting from the pleasure. “I'm a...good girl. Please clean me, mother Ama.”
Abigail realized that not only that her new mother was cleaning her, but making her feel good for being a obedient daughter. With her eyes closed, she knew what was going to be next. Ama sat down on the bed, with her legs spread out. She then wrapped her arms around Abigail's legs and pulled them up to where her ass was pointing up at the ceiling. She could feel the warmth of Ama's slightly wet cunt along her upper back. She gasps at the feeling of Ama's warm breath, vaporing down on her spread cunt. Ama begins to lick along its lips, lashing up the rest of the piss, and cum. She then licks along her little clit. The sensation was too much for Abigail. She squirts out more cum right into Ama's mouth. Ama lavished it, swishing it in her mouth before swallowing it. It made her cum a little bit. Abigail can feel its heat rise along her neck. Right then, she knew that she was making mother Ama happy. She was being a good girl.
Ama breathed a little heavy herself. The hot stick taste started to overwhelm her. After she lapped up the freshly discharged cum, she covered her mouth over Abigail's cunt, penetrating her tongue deep in the opening. Abigail moaned louder than she ever did. She wanted to open her eyes to see the immense pleasure, but she didn't want to disobey her mother. Ama penetrated her tongue deep enough to reach the cervix. She didn't really need to lash around vaginal walls as they were already tight. She just lashed up and down, batting the tip of her tongue along the cervix with each lap, just like a cat lapping up a bowl of milk. A few minutes in, and Abigail was at her limit. She clenched her hands on Ama's legs, arched her back, and gushed out even more cum. After taking in her entire load, Ama pulls her head up, savoring every bit of her juices in little gulps. Abigail could feel more cum gushing on her neck. She couldn't express it, but deep down, she felt happy to make mother Ama happy. She enjoyed making mother Ama happy.
Ama cleans her cunt for the third time. Then she picks Abigail up and sits her down on her lap.
“You may open your eyes now, little one”
She does what mother Ama says and opens her eyes. She was now up close to mother Ama, staring up at her face to face. Her lifeless eyes looking directly at mother Ama's eyes, waiting for her next commands, wanting to make her happy.
“Now it's time for your reward,” says Ama, smiling lovingly at how obedient Abigail is.
“My...reward?” responds Abigail, in her normal voice.
“Yes. I'm going to give you some of my powers. You will be just like me.”
“Just....like you?”
“Yes. As I mentioned before, this requires your memories to be erased. But that's the only thing that will be erased. The part of that makes you, you, will still remain, but under my image. You shall be reborn as my rightful daughter.
“Rightful....daughter.”
Abigail didn't want to second question it. She hated what her life has become. She wanted to forget the memories of her old mother. Her good memories of her father would also be gone, but she would make the little sacrifice, just to make mother Ama happy.
“Yes,” accepts Abigail. “Make me just like you. Set me free from my pain. I want to be your daughter, and I will make you happy.”
“For the rest of your life?” replies Ama.
“For the rest of my life.”
“I love you so much, little one.”
“I love you, mother Ama.”
Ama cups her hands on the back of Abigail's head.
“Look directly into my eyes, and don't look away.”
“I will, mother Ama.”
She continues to gaze into Ama's eyes, watching them glow again. It was more intense this time. They radiated right enough that it blinded her sight. She felt her brain started to tingle. All the images of her past were starting to disappear. Her memories, and the pain that followed from the bad ones, fading away. She could feel herself still intact, but she can't remember her name. Everything was confusing to her now. She didn't know what was happening. Meanwhile, outside of her blank mind. Her blue eyes turned yellow. Ama knew then that it was time for the reprogramming. Her eyes stopped glowing, and Abigail was slowly gaining her vision back.
“Listen to me,” says Ama in her commanding tone. “You will listen to every word I tell you, and you will obey.”
“Yes,” complies Abigail, with her monotone voice returning. “I hear and I obey.”
“Your name is Sagira.”
“My name is Sagira.”
“You are my daughter.”
“I am your daughter.”
“You are a cat, just like me.”
“I am a cat, just like you.”
“You will help me create more daughters, just like you.”
“I will help you create more daughters, just like me.”
“Now repeat everything you just said.”
“My name is Sagira. I am your daughter. I am a cat, just like you. I will help you create more daughters, just like me.”
“You will repeat this over and over, inside your mind.”
“Yes, I will.”
While Abigail was looping these phrases in her mind. Ama guided her head down towards her breasts.
“It is now time for your breast feeding. Place your lips over my nipple, and start sucking on it.”
With no hesitation, Abigail latched her lips on Ama's left tit, and started to suckle on it.
“Aaah!” moans Ama. “That's a good girl. Mmmmmmm!”
Abigail was suckling hard on her. Just like a hungry kitten. The subliminal commands were starting to mend with the mind wiped Abigail. She now recognized that this cat woman in front of her was her mother. She's acknowledging that she is her daughter. She was a cat. She needed her mother's milk. Ama panted heavily from all the suckling. She wraps her arms around her back, and head, cradling her. Milk begins to flow out inside Abigail's mouth. Abigail gulps it down voraciously. She even licks the erect tip of the tit.
“Yes, Sagira!” Ama yells. “Drink it all up. It will make you stronger and faster, just like your mother.”
Ama then lies on her back, with Abigail still on top of her, still drinking her milk. She motions her tail up. The tip of it was creeping near Abigail's vagina. It then began to glow yellow.
“Time to complete your transformation. You will be mine forever.”
The tail slowly penetrates inside her. Abigail stops and lets out a loud moan.
“It's okay,” says Ama. “Keep drinking. I don't mind if you bite.”
Abigail resumes suckling on her tit. The tail slides in deeper until the tip reached the cervix. Then it started to thrust up and down slowly. And with each few thrusts, the tail motioned faster. Ama then started to chant some kind of incantation. The chant was unintelligible to anyone else, but she yelled it loud enough for Abigail to hear. As she was chanting, the glow from her tail was spreading throughout Abigail's body. The glowing intensified. Something was starting to grow out from Abigail's head. They were cat ears. While Ama was still chanting, and tail fucking her, a tail of her very own was emerging above her ass crack. Her hands and feet were showing cat like features as well, just like Ama. Abigail couldn't keep herself muffled any longer, and released her mouth from her breast again, and lets out some loud moans. She then started to move her own hips along with the thrusting motion of the tail. Frequently moaning with each deep thrust. Suddenly, new images were flooding her mind. These images were instructions on how to survive like a cat. She was learning how to hunt, how to play, and even how to help her mother convert more to be just like her. Ama finished her incantation, but Abigail was still glowing.
“Now cum, Sagira! Cum, and be mine forever!”
After hearing that command, Abigail rises up, arches her back, and gushes out load of her cum. She lets out one long moan, and falls back on the bed. The glowing on her body stopped as Ama pulls her tail out of her vagina. Ama then sits back up, and looks over to the unconscious Abigail while she cleans the cum off her tail. Five minutes passed, and Abigail's heavy breathing was decreasing back to normal. Ama crawls towards her.
“Sagira?” beckons Ama. “Sagira, wake up.”
She responded to the name by swaying her newly formed tail in the air. She then sits up, and opens her eyes. The iris were yellow, and her pupils were slit like Ama's. No, just like her mother's. The fur on her tail and ears matched the color of her blonde hair. The only thing that didn't change was her nose. As soon as she looked directly at Ama, her eyes lighted up with sheer joy.
“MOMMY!” Sagira yells in excitement. She pounces on Ama, wrapping her arms and legs around her body, and playfully licking her cheeks. Ama giggles from the feeling of her little rough tongue.
“Looks like somebody's happy to see me. You're acting like you haven’t seen me in a long time,” lies Ama, wanting to see how her new daughter would react.
“Oh yes, mommy!” Sagira responds. “At first, I felt so confused. I didn't know who you were.”
“Oh no. I hope you didn't get a head injury,” says Ama. She pretends to check her head for any bumps.
“No, mommy! Everything suddenly came back to me.”
“Oh? Then tell me what else you remember.”
“Let's see. I remember my name, and that I am your daughter, and that this is our house, and that.....and that.....and that's all I can remember. Is there something wrong with me, mommy?”
“No, my special little one.”
She places her hand on top of Sagira's head, and slowly pets her hair back. Sagira purrs and nuzzles her cheek along Ama's neck. Ama then grins. The conversion was a success. Abigail was no more. What little was left of Abigail fused with what Ama filled her vacant mind with, and the result was Sagira, her perfect daughter. Her grin then gets wiped away when Sagira pulls herself back.
“Ah! I remember something else!” shouts Sagira.
“And what is that, little one?”
“I remember you cleaning me. I remember how good it felt when you cleaned my pussy and asshole. How good it was to feel your tongue inside of me. I want to enjoy that feeling again.”
“Oh, do you?”
“Yes, mommy! Please make me feel good again. I promise I won’t ask you again!”
“That's okay, little one. You can ask me anytime you want.”
“I can?!” Sagira says, with a bright look on her face.
“Of course. I could never neglect such a precious little kitten like you. But before that, I want you make me feel good first.”
“Oh yes, mommy! I'll do it! I want to make you feel good!”
Ama crawls over to the head of the bed, resting her back against the wall. She spreads her legs open right in front of her daughter. Sagira got all starry eyed at the sight of her mother's pussy.
“Lick it well,” commands Ama. “I want to feel that little tongue of yours go to work.” She spreads her pussy lips open with her fingers.
Something triggered inside Sagira. Her eyes became fixated at her mother's sweet cunt. She crawled in between her legs. Saliva was dripping down from her open mouth as she was inches away from her mother's hole. Ama observes her. Her pussy was already wet from the anticipation. Sagira notices the juices oozing out. She extends her tongue out, and licks some off the gap between the pussy and asshole. Ama moans, and bits her lower lip. She then licks up more juices from the inner labia. The taste was so sweet. That's when her cat instincts started to kick in for the first time. She buries her tongue into her pussy hole, cleaning up the juices inside. Even though her little tongue couldn't reach as deep as her mother's, she made up for it by rapidly lashing around the tight muscles. The rough friction of her taste buds were overwhemling Ama. She moaned even louder. Her clit was erect. She put her hands on top of Sagira's head, moving her hips up. Sagira wraps her arms around Ama's legs, trying to force her tongue a little bit deeper inside. Her nose pokes the erect clit.
“Right there, Sagira!” Ama says telepathically, while her mouth lets out a moan. “Right where your nose was.”
“You mean this bumpy thing?” Sagira responds back telepathically. It's another ability she gained from her mother.
“Yes, little one! Suck on it!”
“Okay, mommy.”
Sagira moves her tongue along the upper muscles of the pussy, slowly retracting it out of the hole. She doesn't do what her mother instructs at first. Instead, she playfully licks the erect clit. The rough feel of Sagira's buds were driving Ama wild. She grabbed her own breasts and played with them. After doing this for a few minutes, Sagira decided to stop teasing. She slipped her clit inside her mouth, and started to suck on it, like how her mother wanted it. She suckled hard on it at first, tugging it while doing so. Next she sucked it soft and slow. Licking the whole thing in a circular motion. Ama was building her climax up, but she wasn't going to hold it in any longer.
“I'm about to cum, Sagira!” Ama says telepathically. “Get ready!”
Sagira did not respond, but she was listening. She slips the clit out of her mouth, and starts lashing wildly, in a up and down motion, on her inner labia. She kept doing this until Ama discharges some of her juices out in her face. Sagira quickly reacts and opens her mouth out as more gushed out. She gulped down every drop that splashes her tongue, savoring every bit of it. Ama tries to catch her breath as her orgasms ease down. She looks down at her vibrant daughter lapping up cum off the bedsheet, and grinned at how well her cat traits have developed. She was afraid that she might've lost the power to convert humans into her kind while she was imprisoned in that coffin.
“Mmmmmmm! Nummy nummy mommy cummy meow meow!” Sagira says, wiping her face off with her hand. Her fingers were clenched close to the palm of her hand, making it look like a cat's paw.
But with the case of Sagira, it worked far better than expected. Ama smiles at her little rhyme, and petted her head.
“That was great, little one.”
“I learned it all from you, mommy!” Sagira says, licking her paw like hand. “I'm sorry that I didn't suck your bumpy thing right away. I really wanted to taste your cum, and I thought that might've been a faster way to get it.”
“That's okay, sweetie. I really liked it.”
“You did?!”
“Yes,” replied Ama. She kisses Sagira on her forehead. “Now I will keep my end of the bargain.”
“Yaaaay!” Sagira shouts exuberantly, bouncing on the bed.
“Hehehe. Calm down now. So do you want me to eat your sweet little pussy again?”
Sagira shakes her head.
“No. No. I want you to stick your tail inside me again.”
“You remember that as well?”
“Uh huh! It felt so good when you stuck it inside my pussy. Now I want to know how good it will feel up my ass.”
“Your ass, huh?”
“Uh huh! It felt really good when you were licking it!”
“Hmmmm. I dunno,” says Ama, teasing her.
“No fair! You said you would keep your end of the bargain!” frowns Sagira, with her ears sagging down.
“Alright then. But first you have to lie down on your back.”
“Okay!”
She plops her back down on the bed, uses the pillows to elevate her head up, and spreads her legs in the missionary position.
“Now say please fuck my little asshole.”
“Okay,” complies Sagira. She spreads her cheeks open. “Please fuck my little asshole, mommy. I want it so bad.”
Ama grins at the way Sagira sincerely begs for it. She then mounts herself on top of her. Her tail slinks down her crotch. It's tip brushing by her pussy, and then to her spread asshole. She gave it a little tickle first. Sagira squirmed in reaction.
“Stop teasing me, mommy.”
“Now we’re even,” Ama says with a grin.
Sagira grins back, but her expression turns to shock as Ama jabs the tip of her tail inside her anus. Her tail was still wet with her saliva after she cleaned it, so it wasn't difficult to slide it in. Sagira writhed in pain at first, but once the tail bore deeper inside, it quickly turned into blissful pleasure.
“Yes! It really does feel good!” Sagira shouts telepathically, while she moans at the same time.
“Do you want me to go deeper?” Ama asks telepathically, and with a wide grin.
“Yes, mommy!”
“Then beg for it.”
“Please, mommy! Please fuck me deeper!”
Ama lowers hips down. With her pussy pressing against Sagira's, she then starts to rub up against it while she slowly tailfucks her ass. Her motion increases every few seconds, and with every increase, her tail thrusts deeper. Sagira wraps her arms around the back of her neck, and her legs around her waist, pressing her hot cunt closer to hers. The intense pleasure has put her in a euphoric state, moaning everytime she feels the tail getting deeper.
“Does it still feel good?” Ama asks telepathically, gazing lovingly into Sagira's beautiful yellow eyes.
“Yes, mommy,” Sagira replies telepathically, gazing back with just as much passion. “I love it.”
Suddenly, Ama breaks eye contact as she feels something penetrate her pussy. She quickly looks to see that it was Sagira's own tail. She then looks back to Sagira, with a wide grin on her face.
“You never cease to surprise me,” says Ama with a wide grin on her face.
“I learned it from you, remember?”
Sagira moves her tail, like a little slithering snake, inside Ama's pussy. It was so intense that her hips stop moving. The heat from all the friction made it even more tense for the both of them. Ama retaliates back by burrowing her tail around in a circular motion inside her ass. They kept doing this for several minutes, motioning their tails faster after each minute goes back. By now, the both of them were breathing heavily.
“Mommy!” Sagira shouts telepathically. “I don't think I can hold it in any longer. And I wanted to cum together with you.”
“It's alright, little one,” Ama replies telepathically. “Let it all out, and I will follow.”
“I love you, mommy!”
“I love you, Sagira.”
They both hold onto each other tightly. Sagira lets out a loud moan as cum gushes out of her. The orgasm makes her pull her tail out. The sudden rush of it coming out of her pussy makes Ama discharge her own cum. Ama collapses on her side, with Sagira still clinging to her. She can feel her little cheek pressed up against her left breast. After a couple of minutes, Ama managed to catch enough breath to finally communicate verbally.
“That was wonderful,” says Ama. “Of all the little ones I have made. You are my favorite one.”
She gets no response.
“Sagira?” she adds. Then she looks down, only to see that Sagira has fallen asleep while sucking on her left nipple. Only this time, she was sucking it as some kind of pacifier. “Oops.” she whispered. “Looks like you finally ran out of energy. Sweet dreams, my special little one.”
She continues to stroke Sagira's hair until she drifts off to sleep.
It's a quarter to 6 A.M. The sun was about to rise over the Mason residence. Ama and Sagira are still sleeping peacefully on top of the cum soaked bed. Sagira remained close by her mother. Her lips were even still on her nipple. Then suddenly, a loud slam jolted them awake. Sagira got up on all fours, and made a hissing noise, exposing her little fangs. Ama quickly covered her mouth.
“Hush, little one,” Ama says telepathically.
“What was that, mommy?” Sagira asks telepathically.
“I think we have an intruder.”
Ama sneaks next to the bedroom door, and takes a small peek at the living room. It was a woman. Ama recognized that woman from Sagira's old memories. It was Gwen, and she has returned home. The blood and urine stains on the carpet distracted her from noticing a pair of eyes, and car ears peering out a doorway.
“What the hell is this mess?!” yells Gwen. “And what's that smell?! Is this urine?!”
Ama pulls her head away, and walks back to Sagira.
“Her voice irritates me,” Sagira says telepathically. “Who is that, mommy?”
“Someone who needs to be converted,” Ama replies telepathically. “Come on, little one. Let's make you a sister.”
Ama looks back at the doorway, with a wide grin on her face. Sagira smiles joyfully at the news that she's going to have a sibling. They both start to walk out of the bedroom.
>>Part 2>>