Eros
Codes: Fdom/fm, bnd, pampering, crd, oral, unusual skin
Breanna looked up nervously as the door opened, and two young women stepped in. They were both black-haired and looked Asian, and each of them had cat-ears and a tail. They were both wearing French maid uniforms; one had a red color scheme, the other had a blue one. The one in blue was slightly taller, and her hair was loose, whereas the other's hair was in braids.
"Um ... h-hello," said Breanna shyly, hazarding a nervous smile. The past seven months had not been kind to her. In fact, the only positive you could say about them was that they taught her humility, and even then you had to look slightly nervous as you said this, and immediately consider the fact that humility hadn't been a problem beforehand.
The two girls smiled and bowed to her. "Hello, Miss Breanna," they said in unison.
"Mistress Zulia says we have to give you a shower and clean you up," said the one in blue. "I'm Mikuru, by the way, and this is Yoko."
Breanna nodded nervously. "Nice ... to meet you," she said, terrified about saying the wrong thing and what might happen if she did.
The two giggled, and approached the bed. Breanna didn't resist as they removed her clothing, then bodily carried her out of the room. She looked around nervously as they carried her down the hallway, then took her into a large, ornate bathroom. The center was dominated by a large bathtub, big enough for five people to comfortably sit in, and filled almost to the brim. It was attended by a third Asian catgirl, this one in a purple uniform. She was shorter than Yoko, had a ponytail like Breanna's, and looked slightly nervous. She blinked and looked up, then straightened up and bowed. "Hello, Breanna," she said. "My name is Ayumi ..."
Breanna blushed a bit more. "Um ... hi," she said softly. "N-nice to meet you ..."
The older two catgirls giggled, and gently placed Breanna in the warm, pleasant water. They then disrobed, climbing in after her. Ayumi blushed hesitantly, then started to disrobe as well.
Yoko blinked. "Ayumi, you didn't have to join us," she said.
"Oh! Sorry," said Ayumi, blushing. "I just ... don't have anything else to do, so ..."
Mikuru smiled. "Just ... get us the wash cloths, okay?"
Ayumi blushed and nodded. "Okay!" she said, going to a nearby cabinet and getting the requested items.
"Anyway," said Mikuru, snuggling up against Breanna, while Yoko snuggled up from the other side.
Yoko giggled. "It's bath time!"
Breanna blushed. "But ... er ... Mistress Zulia used her magic to keep me clean ..."
"But that's no fun!" said Mikuru.
It felt quite strange to Breanna as they began lathering her body up with soap. She hadn't had any gentle touch in the past seven months, and had almost forgotten the details of the concept.
"It's weird," mumbled Breanna, closing her eyes at Mikuru started lathering her hair with shampoo.
Mikuru giggled. "What is?" she said. "That we're being nice to you?"
"Er ..." Breanna had nothing to say in response. Mostly, she realized, because Mikuru was probably right.
After they'd thoroughly cleaned her, Yuko and Mikuru lifted her out of the tub. "Wow, if I didn't know better, I'd say your skin and hair was a shade lighter!" Yoko said playfully.
Mikuru grinned, grabbing a towel and starting to rub Breanna's back and sides. "Yeah," she said. "Isn't this nicer than some quick-and-nasty spell?"
"Um ... I guess so ..." said Breanna hesitantly, then squeaked as they began drying off her hair.
Ayumi just sat off to the side, fully-dressed, blushing as she watched them. She seemed to feel like a third wheel in all of this.
The other two dressed, and then bundled Breanna tightly in the towels, pinning her arms to her sides. They lifted her up and carried her out of the bathroom.
"Where are we going?" whispered Breanna.
"Back the bedroom," said Yoko.
"Mistress Zulia will probably be back soon," said Mikuru. "Looks like we're just in time ..." She laid down Breanna's bundled-up form on the bed, and the two left without another word.
Breanna only squirmed a bit; all struggle had been trained out of her. Mistress Zulia probably could have tied Breanna up with strips of paper and wouldn't have had to worry about escape. The pair of towels wrapped around her may as well have had iron cables around them.
She thought about what life had been like so far. The first sixteen years, as far as she could remember, had been ... well, generally unpleasant, which wasn't surprising, considering they'd been spent in an orphanage. Then it had gone under ...
She shuddered at the thought of the days in the Slavers' Guild, and the cult that had gotten her next. Then seven months ago, she'd been rescued by soldiers hired by Lady Makoto Valentine, and given as a slave to Zulia Dlamardt. This had been an improvement, but ...
Breanna blushed, as Mistress Zulia walked into the room at that moment, carrying a small bag. She was dressed simply, just in a long, black, silk dress. She sat down on the bed and picked up Breanna, holding her close against her, and rocked her gently back and forth in her arms. Breanna blushed even more — she'd never known Zulia to show ... well, any affection at all, but this much was unheard of.
"My girl," whispered Zulia, giving her a squeeze. "Your days as a fetish toy are over." She gave Breanna's forehead a kiss. "Hmm ... what should you be now, though ..." She stroked Breanna's hair. "Perhaps ... a pleasure pet ... or, a snuggle-doll ..." She smiled down at her. "Either way, though, your purpose is now to give and recieve pleasure."
Breanna blushed. One thing that obviously wasn't changing was that she was still just property.
Mistress Zulia opened the bag. It contained a black ballgag, and two sets of black, fur-lined bondage cuffs. Zulia smiled, and undid the towels, and pulled them away, exposing Breanna's bare form, before strapping the gag to Breanna's face, then brought her wrists around behind her back and cuffed them together. "Such a lovely pet," she said, cuffing Breanna's ankles together, then picked her up and held her close in her lap.
Breanna blushed as Zulia leaned down to kiss her "new" pet's neck and shoulders, then her breasts, giving each nipple a brief lick of their own. Breanna gasped, squirming in her bonds and shivering a bit.
"Do you like this?" whispered Zulia. "Isn't this much nicer than being in my dungeon?"
Breanna sighed softly, weakly nodding as she settled down against her, and let out a soft moan as Zulia reached up to stroke her breasts, rubbing the nipples lightly. Zulia chuckled, reaching down to lightly stroke Breanna's pussylips, and kissed her cheek, before one finger started to press in.
A gasp escaped the younger woman's lips, and she shuddered, spreading her knees and squirming. Zulia grinned, starting to press in a second finger, and rubbed her thumb against Breanna's clit. Breanna yelped softly, grinding her hips against Zulia's fingers, moaning through the gag and shuddering as her pleasure began to build.
"Such a lovely pet," purred Zulia. "Mmm ... I'm going to make sure you're filled with pleasure, girl!"
Brenna blushed, eyes wide and shivering a bit, and let out a moan as Zulia began thrusting two fingers in and out of her pussy, gasping as her Mistress's other hand began pinching and rubbing at her clit. Her whole body trembled as her arousal washed over her, and squeezed her eyes shut, shivering as she got closer and closer to the edge ...
Finally, she squealed as she came, blushing bright red and shivering, her face a mask of pure bliss.
Zulia smiled softly, gently laying Breanna down on the bed. "Good girl," she murmured. "Was that nice?"
Breanna hesitated, as if she wasn't sure she'd be allowed to answer, then shyly nodded.
Zulia stroked her hair. "I'm going to make you into a precious little kitten-pet," she said. "I'll make sure you always feel so good, you'll forget what it was like being a toy or a cult-slave ..." She kissed Breanna's forehead. "Mmm, you're so cute and sexy ... I could just play with you forever!" She smiled. "Don't worry, though, I'll give you breaks."
Breanna shivered under her touch. A part of her wanted to believe this, but a part of her was scared that this was all some sort of trick, and she'd end up back in the dungeon soon ...
"Relax, my kitten," murmured Zulia. "I'm going to make sure you feel good from now on." She stroked Breanna's hair, then removed the ballgg and leaned down to kiss her on the lips.
This made her blush bright red, eyes widening, and she let out a gasp. Zulia quickly slipped her tongue in, deepening the kiss and stroking the back of Breanna's head, letting out a soft sigh. Breanna then nervously, shyly, started to return the kiss, shyly meeting Zulia's tongue with her own, letting out what sounded like a soft mew. The kiss seemed to bewilder her more than any of the other gentle things she'd done today, but she certainly wasn't going to object.
Zulia eventually broke the kiss. "Mm ... my lovely pet," she whispered. "I have things I need to do, but I'll be sure to give you lots of pleasure from now on."
"Er ... a-all right ..." stammered Breanna, feeling more shy than ever.
Zulia giggled, and placed the ballgag into her mouth, strapping it into place. "See you later, pet," she whispered, then laid Breanna's bound form on the bed, then got up and walked away.
Breanna lay there, utterly helpless, for several minutes. She tended not to pay attention to the passage of time, very much; she'd almost gotten used to long periods of being left in bondage or in a cell, with no one paying any attention to her.
She heard footsteps, and then Ayumi walked into her field of vision. "Um, hi ..." she said. She seemed to be radiating shyness. She climbed onto the bed, moving towards Breanna. "I ... that is ... um ..."
Breanna just looked back up at her, blushing. Did she want sex? Hot on the heels of that thought was the idea that the catgirl didn't have to ask, which promptly made Breanna blush even more.
Ayumi blushed a bit more, then shyly leaned down and began licking at Breanna's pussy. The bound half-elf gasped, squeezing her eyes shut, shuddering and letting out a soft moan through her gag. The catgirl-maid gulped, and began purring softly, which made her tongue vibrate! Breanna gasped and whimpered. Ayumi wasn't very experienced, but the vibrations more than made up for it, and she felt her pleasure build rather quickly.
The purring was sending strange new ripples of pleasure through Breanna, who moaned loudly as she felt her pleasure build rather quickly. Ayumi blushed, but continued licking intently, just focusing on bringing Breanna off. She hesitantly reached up and began rubbing the half-elf's clit. Breanna gasped, shuddering and squirming with pleasure, a look of pure lust on her face.
Finally, Breanna cried out through her gag as she came, her whole body spasming with pleasure, her juices splashing out of her sex and onto Ayumi's face. The catgirl squeaked and blushed, but licked them up as much as she could.
Breanna lay there, breathing heavily and moaning softly. Ayumi crawled up, snuggling herself up close and purring, just holding Breanna close.
They didn't even notice Zulia walk into the room until she'd snuck up and put a collar around Ayumi's neck, causing her to yelp.
"So, my little kitten, did you enjoy licking my pet's pussy?" she purred, stroking Ayumi's hair, with one hand firmly gripping the collar.
"Ah ... I ... um ..." Ayumi looked ready to run.
Zulia looked down at Breanna. "Of course, I suppose a better question would be: did you enjoy it, litte pet?"
Breanna blushed, hesitating, then shyly nodded.
"Good!" said Zulia, reaching around under Ayumi's skirt and grasping. "It's important that he learn to lick pussy very well ... isn't that right, little Ayumu?"
The feline gave a slightly deeper yelp, eyes wide and blushing. "Ah! M-miss Zulia, p-please don't ..."
"Don't what?" said Zulia, lifting up the hem of the maid-uniform. There was a pronounced bulge in "Ayumi's" panties. "Don't reveal your true gender? She's just a pet." The panties were pulled down, exposing a complete lack of anything female down there. "Or do you consider yourself lower than a pet?"
Ayumu gulped, eyes wide. The crossdressing kitten clearly had no idea how to respond, visibly afraid that anything he said would make things worse. Breanna knew what that was like. She'd been in that situation several times before Zulia had snatched her up ...
"But don't worry," said Zulia. "I'm going to raise you to Breanna's level." She pulled off Ayumu's clothes. First the frock and apron, then the gloves, the top and skirt, the padded bra. Ayumu blushed increasingly with each movement ... but his length twitched a bit, starting to stiffen.
"Oh! What's this?" said Zulia, stroking along his length. "Is the little kitten horny?"
Ayumu blushed deeply. "Ahh! But I ... Mmph!"
Zulia removed Breanna's ballgag and placed it in Ayumu's mouth. "Well, now, he gave you some nice oral sex, pet," she said, "so why don't you return the favor?" She lay Ayumu down on the bed, and brought Breanna's face close to his length.
Breanna gasped, blushing bright red, but obediently took Ayumu's length into her mouth. She shivered ... she couldn't even remember the last time she'd done this. Possibly during her stint as property of the cult. She shivered, licking and sucking, running her tongue all over the helmet, then sliding her lips up and down ...
Ayumu gasped, mewling and squirming, grinding his hips up and placing his hands on Breanna's head — not pushing, just gently resting his hands there. Breanna shivered, just sucking intently, and she gasped as she tasted a bead of precum at the tip. She licked it intently, and Ayumu shuddered, letting out a moan as he came almost immediately, his cream flooding Breanna's mouth; she hurriedly swallowed as much as she could.
"There's a good girl!" said Zulia, grinning and stroking Breanna's hair. "You got him off nice and quick!" She smirked at Ayumu. "And it was rather quick, wasn't it?" Ayumu whimpered as he lay there, mmphing through the ballgag. "Yes, it was!" said Zulia, scritching behind his ears. "We're going to have to do something about that ..."
Ayumu gulped. "Mmmph ...?"
"Oh yes," purred Zulia. "I know just what I'll do. First, though, my pets need to be dressed up." She picked up a bag she'd left by the side of the bed and took out two pairs of frilly, silken elbow-length gloves and thigh-high stockings, as well as leather collars — one set a silvery shade that matched Breanna's hair, and the other was black and matched Ayumu's. It felt nice to Breanna as Zulia put the black set on her, replacing her old collar, and Ayumu purred as Zulia put the silver set on him.
"You two look so cute!" said Zulia, grinning down at them. "By the way, I had an enchantment built into those gloves and socks. They resist all dirt and damage. You could dip a razor blade into oil and spend an hour trying to cut into them, but at the end, they'd be perfectly clean and intact." She stroked their heads. "Perfect for a cute pair of pets to go crawling around in ..." She grinned wider. "Oh, speaking of which, try to stand up."
Breanna tried, but found that the furthest she could get up was to a kneeling position. While she was vertical, her knees refused to unbend. Ayumu seemed to be having a similar problem, and fell to his hands and knees with a meep!
Zulia giggled. "Yes," she said. "Unless I give explicit permission, you're both stuck on your knees, like good little pets." She grinned. "The best feature, though, is this!"
She reached down to Breanna's collar and seemed to fiddle with the front. Breanna suddenly felt her body go completely limp from the neck down, and she flopped down on the bed. "Ah!" She could still breathe, and probably speak, but otherwise, she might as well have been a ragdoll. Zulia moved out of her field of vision, and there was another squeak from Ayumu; evidently, she'd done the same thing to him.
"There," said Zulia, smiling. "Now I've got a pair of adorable little decorations I can put anywhere I want ..." She grinned down at them, then flipped back whatever switch there was. Breanna gasped suddenly as she was able to move again, and watched, blushing, as Zulia did the same with Ayumu, who sat up and whimpered softly.
"Now, I want you two to lick your Mistress's pussy," said Zulia. She slipped out of her dress and smiled down at them, then lay on the bed with her legs spread. "Breanna, you approach from the left. Ayumi, you take the right. Oh — and neither of you is allowed to use your fingers. Tongues and lips only!"
The two lay down on the bed on either side. Breanna shyly leaned down to begin licking, and then Ayumu did the same. Breanna couldn't even remember licking anyone's pussy before, without being in at least some sort of bondage, and the collar didn't really seem to count.
Zulia let out a soft coo, stroking her breasts. "Oh yes," she purred. "This feels delicious. Mm ..." She reached down to press both of their faces closer to her pussy, and incidentally each other, producing a muffled squeak from both of them. Breanna blushed deeply, eyes squeezed shut as she licked intently, and blushed even more as she felt Ayumu's tongue against her own. Zulia moaned, rubbing her breasts and shuddering. "Ah! Ohh, yes ..."
Ayumu moved up slightly, and began sucking at Zulia's clit. Breanna took that as her cue to press her tongue in deeper, licking intently. They were still in each other's way, but now they weren't actually trying to get at the same spot. Breanna simply did her best to lick deeply while Ayumu did his best to suck at Zulia's clitty ...
Finally, Zulia cried out as she came, shuddering with pleasure, and her juices splashed up to cover both of their faces. Ayumu squeaked and whimpered, but Breanna was more experienced, and simply kept on licking.
"Mmm, yes," breathed Zulia, pulling them up close against her. "You two are just the loveliest pets one could ever ask for ..." She gave each of them a kiss on the forehead and lay back on the bed.