We’ll start with a basic description of Kitten Girl. She’s sixteen and a complete nymph. Stunning to look at. I won’t go into too much detail physically describing her as she looks exactly how you want her to look. She’s your fantasy. I will describe her personality and eventual costume. She’s not very smart, to say the least. She’s also something of a pushover. She’s been taken advantage of quite often. She has studied some ninjitsu, carries a fondness for superheroes, and would like to be one herself. This, of course, leads to her many humiliations.
This story begins with Katherine Kelly – soon to be Kitten Girl – watching television. A news report comes on about a wave of cat burglaries and kidnappings. . . .
“. . . The kidnap victims are a number of highly attractive girls,” the anchorwoman states. “Police have evidence that there is a definite link between the kidnappings and the cat burglaries. Some of the perpetrators caught in the act won’t say anything except, ‘I will only obey the Mistress.’ The perpetrators, all female, were found dressed in skimpy harem girl, schoolgirl, or cheerleader costumes. . . .”
Golly, thinks Katherine. The police seem stumped.
Katherine glances over at the white frilly bra and panties she happens to have in her wardrobe. She walks over and picks up the sensual garments.
I’ve been trained in ninjitsu, Katherine naïvely thinks. Not to mention I’ve read part of a book on how to be a detective. I’ll bet if I don a costume, disguise my identity, maybe I can get to the bottom of this caper!
Like I said before, Kitten Girl isn’t very bright. That said, Katherine crafts herself a cat girl costume beginning with the white bra and panties. She attaches a white velvet “tail” of sorts to the backside, wears a braid with cat ears in her hair, then she adds fingerless gloves that go no further than her wrists, and sexy high heel boots that are ankle-high. The entire costume is white, and of course, very revealing. She stands before a full-length mirror, admiring her costume.
“There!” Katherine says to herself, posing for the mirror. “Should I wear a mask? Nah! I’ll work under cover of darkness! Well, here goes! From now on I’m Kitten Girl!”
And with that, Kitten Girl leaps out the window of her apartment, scales down of the fire escape, and slinks off into the night.
After an hour of prowling in the shadows, Kitten Girl finally stumbles across a cat burglary taking place at a bank. The perpetrators are, of course, all female, teenagers, attractive, and wearing harem girl costumes. The vault’s door is already open and the criminals are packing the money away.
“Okay, Katherine, uh, Kitten Girl,” she says out loud. “Let’s do this!”
Kitten Girl leaps into the bank, posing heroically.
“Alright, girls,” Kitten Girl speaks with authority. “Put the money back! You’re going to jail for this!”
The harem girls look at each other and then at Kitten Girl.
“Can we help you?” one asks.
“I’m Kitten Girl!” she shouts proudly while posing like some Sailor Moon wannabe. “And I’m here to stop your reign of terror!” She pauses for a moment. “Hey, wait! You’re the girls who were kidnapped only a few weeks ago! Why are you robbing a bank?”
“Because we only obey the Mistress now,” the lead harem girl states.
“What!” Kitten Girl exclaims. “Have you been brainwashed?”
“Of course we have, silly,” the leader replies. “I’ll bet you’d make a great addition to Mistress Misty’s harem.”
“Ha!” cheers Kitten Girl. “I won’t be going to any harem! But you’ll be heading straight for the slammer!”
“Can you fight?” asks the leader.
“Of course I can!” claims Kitten Girl. “I’ve studied ninjitsu! I attended both classes! You’d better not mess with me!” Kitten Girl poses in a taunting fashion, stretching out her arm and waving her finger in an “uh-uh” fashion.
“Tell you what,” says the leader. “Why don’t you fight me? Only me. If you win, we’ll happily let you take us to the police.”
“What?” Kitten Girl says meekly. “But, I told you I’d studied ninjitsu. Do we really have to fight?”
“So-ree, but if you won’t fight me I see no reason to turn myself in,” the leader states in a cute smugness, and then with a wink adds, “I promise I’ll go easy on you.”
“Well, if I have to fight, you can at least tell me your name,” Kitten Girl states. “You already know I’m Kitten Girl.”
“You don’t remember my name from the news report?” the leader asks.
“Uhh, well all I remember is that you were kidnapped,” Kitten Girl admits. “I forget the names.”
“That’s okay, cutie,” the leader says. “The name the news gave was my old name. I don’t use it anymore. You can call me Belly Dancer like everyone else.”
“Belly Dancer?” inquires Kitten Girl.
“That’s right, I am Belly Dancer, and these are my slaves,” she replies, gesturing to the other girl criminals.
“Slaves!” shouts Kitten Girl. “Slavery is immoral! How can you enslave another human being?”
“Simple hypnotism,” Belly Dancer answers. “Although I’m nowhere near as good at it as Mistress Misty is. Mmm, she’s incredible!” Belly Dancer blushes.
Kitten Girl screws up her expression. “Hypnotism?”
“Here, I’ll show you,” Belly Dancer says as she raises her arms over her head and begins to swing her hips.
“Wha-what are you doing?” Kitten Girls asks nervously, her eyes following Belly Dancer’s hips.
“It’s hard not to look, isn’t it?” Belly Dancer teases. “That’s okay. Just keep your eyes on my hips. Your starting to blink a bit, aren’t you?”
“Umm, yeah,” Kitten Girl replies, her eyes blinking.
Belly Dancer smiles. “And you feel pretty tired too, right?”
“How did you know?” Kitten Girl asks sleepily, her eyes and head drooping.
“Oh, I’m a good guesser,” Belly Dancer playfully remarks, and then stops swaying and snaps her fingers.
Kitten Girl blinks a few times, shakes her head, and comes to. “What just happened?”
Belly Dancer shrugs. “Oh, I was just testing your susceptibility to hypnosis.” She then gets into her fighting stance. “Well, are you going to fight me?”
“Oh, yeah,” Kitten Girl says somewhat detached, but soon recomposes herself and gets into her fighting stance. “Okay, let’s go!”
Kitten Girl takes a swing at Belly Dancer, who easily dodges the attack. Kitten Girl then kicks at Belly Dancer, but she dodges again. For several minutes Kitten Girl continuously makes one attack after the next, only to hit air as Belly Dancer easily dodges every move.
“Wow, I only know how to dodge, and I’m not even very good at it,” taunts Belly Dancer. “You must have been the worst student at your ninjitsu class.”
“Stop taunting me!” Kitten Girl whines, still swinging but clearly exhausted.
Finally, Belly Dancer grabs one of Kitten Girl’s outstretched arms during one of her weak attempts at a punch, and then grabs the other arm and holds both of them behind Kitten Girl’s back.
“No! Let me go!” Kitten Girl pleads as she’s forced to her knees by Belly Dancer, her body wriggling. “Please don’t hurt me!” Tears well up in Kitten Girl’s eyes.
“Aw, come on, no one is going to hurt you,” Belly Dancer says earnestly, her face barely an inch from Kitten Girl’s.
Kitten Girl can feel Belly Dancer’s warm breath on her lips.
“What are you doing?” a frightened Kitten Girl asks.
“Just stop squirming,” Belly Dancer says as she leans in and deeply kisses Kitten Girl.
Kitten Girl tries to pull herself away from Belly Dancer, but to no avail. Belly Dancer kisses Kitten Girl for about half a minute and then gently pulls away to let Kitten Girl catch her breath.
“Uhnn,” Kitten Girl moans. “That’s disgusting!”
“What? Don’t you like girls?” asks Belly Dancer.
“Of course I don’t!” Kitten Girl exclaims.
“Well that’s okay, you’ll learn to,” Belly Dancer says in a soft voice. “Tie her up,” Belly Dancer orders the other girls.
The other slave girls grab some rope and tie up Kitten Girl. They tie her arms behind her back and then tie her ankles and wrists so they’re connected and Kitten Girl is made to kneel. Kitten Girl is utterly humiliated and now crying.
“My, you’re weak,” states Belly Dancer.
Kitten Girl continues crying.
“Poor girl,” coos Belly Dancer, kissing Kitten Girl again.
Oh, this is horrible! thinks Kitten Girl. I can actually feel her tongue!
Belly Dancer pulls away. Kitten Girl gasps.
“Stop doing that!” shouts Kitten Girl.
“Oh, come on, be nice,” Belly Dancer says, stroking Kitten Girl’s hair.
Kitten Girl calms down and stops crying.
“There, that’s a good girl.” Belly Dancer continues stroking Kitten Girl. “You like that, huh?”
“The money is ready to be loaded into the van, ma’am,” says one of the other slaves.
“Okay, then load it in,” orders Belly Dancer.
“Should we leave Kitten Girl here?” asks the slave.
“Are you kidding!” exclaims Belly Dancer. “Look at her! She’s perfect! No, we’re definitely taking her with us.”
“Yes, ma’am,” obediently replies the slave.
The criminals load the money and Kitten Girl into their escape van and drive off.
“Please, let me go,” begs Kitten Girl.
“I’ll bet you’re sorry now you tried being a superhero,” Belly Dancer remarks. “But, don’t worry, nobody will hurt you. In fact, we’ll make you feel real good.”
Belly Dancer snuggles close to Kitten Girl, embraces her, and kisses her yet again. Kitten Girl desperately tries to struggle away, but is completely helpless. When Belly Dancer slowly pulls away, there are visible strands of saliva connecting the two girls’ mouths.
Kitten Girl begins to cry again. “Please stop kissing me,” she begs. “I told you I don’t like girls.”
“That’s what makes it so fun,” Belly Dancer says with a wink.
With the exception of the driver, Belly Dancer and her slave girls take turns in the back of the van making out with Kitten Girl. The girls caress the would-be heroine’s body, stroking her thighs and her breasts and her tummy. Belly Dancer at one point even slides her hand down the front of Kitten Girl’s panties, playing with her a bit down there, trying to make her moan. After tormenting poor Kitten Girl this way for a short time, the girls simply relax in the back of the van. Belly Dancer stays beside Kitten Girl, running a white feather up and down the captive’s tummy. This of course makes Kitten Girl squirm, which Belly Dancer loves to watch.
“Please stop doing that,” Kitten Girl begs half-heartedly, knowing that Belly Dancer won’t stop.
“No, I think I’m gonna keep right on doing this to you,” replies Belly Dancer, ignoring Kitten Girl’s plea and now moving the feather in slow circles around the captive girl’s bellybutton.
Tears run down Kitten Girl’s soft pink cheeks as she continues to moan and whine in her torment.
“You know, Kitten Girl, we can’t have you know the way to our lair,” informs Belly Dancer, still tickling Kitten Girl’s tummy. “So we’re gonna have to knock you out.”
“You said you wouldn’t hurt me!” whines Kitten Girl.
“Don’t worry, we’re only using chloroform,” Belly Dancer assures.
One of the other slave girls pours some chloroform into a handkerchief and then gently places the handkerchief over Kitten Girl’s mouth and nose.
“Breathe deeply, Kitten Girl,” Belly Dancer whispers in Kitten Girl’s ear. “Breathe it all in and sleep. Sleep.”
Kitten Girl succumbs easily to the chloroform. Her eyes close and her head droops forward. The last thing Kitten Girl hears is Belly Dancer cooing, “That’s a good girl.”
Kitten Girl awakens, still tied up, in what seems like a large harem. Everything is decorated pink, the air smells sweet and feels warm like a blanket, and there are sexy girls seemingly everywhere dressed in a variety of fetish outfits. Harem slaves, Asian schoolgirls, and cheerleaders are some examples of what the majority of the surrounding girls are dressed as. Many of the girls are dancing seductively, while others watch. Some of the girls hold up pocket watches or crystals before other weak-willed girls’ eyes. All of the girls in the room are either being mesmerized or mesmerizing someone themselves.
“Hey there, cutie,” whispers a familiar voice into Kitten Girl’s ear. “You feeling groggy?”
“Belly Dancer?” Kitten Girl asks. “Where am I?”
“This is Mistress Misty’s harem,” explains Belly Dancer, stroking Kitten Girl’s hair. “You’ll meet the Mistress soon enough, but first there’s a close friend of mine I’d like you meet.”
A girl in a harem slave outfit slinks over to Kitten Girl and kneels down in front of her. For a split second Kitten Girl feels a near sexual desire toward this girl, but she squashes those feelings immediately.
That’s a girl, Katherine! Kitten Girl thinks to herself. You don’t like girls, you like guys, remember?
The harem slave cups Kitten Girl’s jaw and lifts her head so as to make eye contact. “You’re so hot,” she says frankly. “My name’s Harem Girl. I’ve been trained by Mistress Misty to sexually pleasure people. She’s so kind to me. She says I’m her best student.” And with that, Harem Girl kisses Kitten Girl.
This time, Kitten Girl doesn’t fight, she goes with the kiss, even opening her mouth a bit to allow Harem Girl’s tongue in. When Harem Girl pulls back, she notices a mix of confusion and desire in Kitten Girl’s expression.
“Would you like me to kiss you again?” asks Harem Girl.
“Uh, I - I don’t know,” Kitten Girl responds. “I don’t like girls.” Although this time Kitten Girl says this with uncertainty. “I’m sure I’m not gay.”
Harem Girl wastes no words and simply kisses Kitten Girl again, this time with more passion. Kitten Girl almost swoons during the lengthy kiss and moans out loud when the kiss is over.
“You see,” says Harem Girl. “I’ve been trained to give sexual pleasure. I can tell just by looking at you how you like to be kissed. I know where to touch you, how to touch you, how to arouse you, how to make you have any kind of orgasm. Even though you only like guys, I know how to pleasure you. Mistress Misty said I have a natural talent for it. You want another kiss?”
“Yeah,” Kitten Girl says, breathing heavily. “Wait, no.” She shakes her head. “This isn’t right.”
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that,” Harem Girl remarks and then kisses Kitten Girl a third time.
Just then Belly Dancer tugs on Harem Girl’s arm, pulling her away from the kiss.
“What!” snaps an annoyed Harem Girl.
“It’s Mistress Misty!” exclaims Belly Dancer.
“Oh, sorry,” Harem Girl says as she swings around to kneel before her Mistress, leaving poor Kitten Girl longing for her affections.
All the girls in the room immediately fall to their knees. Mistress Misty stands at the top of a staircase, looking down on the girls she owns. Misty is clad in nothing but black leather, wearing ankle-high high heel boots, a thong bikini bottom, a skimpy strapless top that shows off a lot of midriff and cleavage, and long fingerless gloves that go past the elbow. Her hair is done up in a ponytail. She has an innocent looking face and is only seventeen years old. She appears to be a sweet, sexy girl scantily clad in a strange dominatrix outfit.
“We have a new girl here,” says Misty, who then looks over at the tied up Kitten Girl. “Oh, my. I didn’t realize that she was this gorgeous.” Misty walks down the stairs and over to Kitten Girl. “I can’t believe how good you look. Your face seems a bit young but your body is so well developed.” Misty strokes Kitten Girl’s cheek. “You seem flushed and disoriented. Harem Girl has that effect on nubile young things like yourself.”
“You’re Mistress Misty?” inquires Kitten Girl, utterly mesmerized by the sight of the Mistress.
“Absolutely,” confirms Misty. “You’re some wannabe superhero, huh? You seem very weak-willed seeing as you were captured so easily. The other girls put up a much better struggle than I heard you did. You’re so weak that Belly Dancer was even able to toy with you; able to momentarily mesmerize you and then dodge your every attack. And you can’t be very bright either. Dressing up like a tenth-rate superhero and thinking you can fight crime. Actually, tenth-rate is clearly too much praise for you, isn’t it?”
Kitten Girl begins to cry.
“It’s interesting that you’re so sexy and beautiful,” comments Misty. “Yet you’re also dumb as a brick and so weak-willed.”
“Why are you being so mean?” whines Kitten Girl, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Misty wipes the girl’s tears. “I’m just being honest. The thing is that these traits make you the perfect sex object. You’ll be such a fun toy to play with.”
“What are you gonna do with me?” fearfully asks the crying Kitten Girl.
Misty whispers something to Harem Girl, who then runs off with a giddy smile.
“Well, of course I’m going to hypnotize you and brainwash you and make you my slave,” states Misty. “In fact, you might just end up being my favourite girl in my collection.”
“Please don’t hypnotize me,” sobs Kitten Girl. “Please don’t brainwash me. I’m begging you. I’m literally on my knees. Even if weren’t tied up, I’d still be on my knees. I’m at your mercy. I can’t offer much, but I beg you not to brainwash me. Please, please don’t rob me of my free will.”
Kitten Girl’s words momentarily stun Misty.
“I’ve never captured anyone who begged like you do now,” Misty says in awe. “Other girls have begged me, but never this soon, and so submissively. Aren’t you angry? Don’t you want to fight me? I thought you wanted to be a superhero.”
“I thought it would be easy,” sobs Kitten Girl. “I never dreamed this would happen to me. Please, Mistress Misty, don’t make me your slave. I’ll give up being a superhero and I’ll never bother you or your slaves again. I have a bank account. It isn’t a lot, but you can have all of it.”
Misty’s jaw drops. “Wow, you’re pathetic. You will definitely be hypnotized, Kitten Girl, but the question is what is the most entertaining way to hypnotize you?”
“Mistress Misty?” interrupts Belly Dancer. “Please forgive my interruption, my Mistress, but may I hypnotize her? Please? I know you enjoy the way I move my hips.”
Misty thinks it over for a few seconds. “Very well, slave, you may hypnotize her. Of course, I think we’ll all get a turn to hypnotize her, as I never thought I’d find such a pet as this Kitten Girl.”
“My most humble thanks, my Mistress,” says Belly Dancer while standing up and facing Kitten Girl. “Okay, little one, keep your eyes on my hips.”
Belly Dancer spreads her arms out to the sides and starts to slowly sway her hips. Kitten Girl submissively trains her eyes on Belly Dancer’s toned waistline, her gaze moving from side to side along with the hypnotist girl’s hips, and her mouth hanging open a bit.
“That’s a good girl,” coos Belly Dancer. “Why don’t you look up for a moment and focus your eyes on my navel and then slowly bring your gaze down again to my waist. Look at how the light glints off the glitter and jewellery I wear around my waist. So sparkly, so pretty. And now notice how you’re blinking, and how you keep blinking more and more as my hips sway. Your eyes are getting heavier and heavier. Also, notice that your breathing is getting deeper and slower. Your breathing getting deeper. Breathing more slowly with every swing of my hips. You’re so tired now, sooo sleepy.”
The helpless Kitten Girl’s head keeps bobbing and her eyes continue blinking. Belly Dancer smiles as she keeps her cat captive completely in her thrall.
“You want to sleep so badly, don’t you, Kitten Girl?” Belly Dancer asks. “But you have to keep your eyes on my swaying hips. You want so much to keep gazing at my hips. But you know what? You now find that you can’t resist sleep anymore. You must sleep. Sleep, Kitten Girl. Sleeeep.”
Kitten Girl’s eyes shut and her head and body slump downward. She can’t fall over completely because she is still tied up, so she kneels in place with her arms behind her back. Her chest and shoulders rise with each breath she takes, but aside from that, her body is completely limp and her weak mind is completely open to command. Mistress Misty gently cups Kitten Girl’s jaw and lifts her head to make the girl face her.
“Kitten Girl,” says Misty. “I am your Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress,” complies Kitten Girl.
“You will open your eyes,” commands Misty. “But you will still be asleep and hypnotized.”
Kitten Girl obediently opens her eyes.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Misty says, completely coaxing Kitten Girl to her will. "Now look directly into my eyes. You’re mine now. Do you understad?”
“Yes, Mistress,” replies Kitten Girl, totally entranced by her Mistress’s eyes and voice. “I belong to you.”
“That’s right,” Misty confirms in self-satisfaction. “You are a good girl, and from now on you’re my plaything, a toy for my amusement. You’re my slave. You are in my power and can think only of pleasing me and obeying me and submitting to my will.”
“I will do anything you ask, my Mistress,” submissively responds Kitten Girl, completely believing her own words and the words of her Mistress. “I am your slave, your toy, your obedient pet. My mind and my body are now completely under your control, Mistress Misty.”
Misty’s eyes moisten and her stomach cramps with lust, and she runs the tip of her forefinger along Kitten Girl’s lips.
“Open your mouth a bit, Kitten Girl, and gently suckle on my finger,” orders Misty and inserts her finger into Kitten Girl’s soft, accepting mouth. Misty moans at the sensation and then, in a low voice, says, “You’re so sweet. So soft. So sensual.”
A moment later, Harem Girl re-enters the room, holding what looks like a white collar in her right hand.
“I have what you requested, Mistress,” says Harem Girl, holding out the collar.
Misty removes her finger from Kitten Girl’s mouth, takes the collar, and holds it up before the brainwashed cat slave.
“You see this?” Misty asks Kitten Girl. The collar she holds up is a large cat collar with a gold-coloured round bell attached. “As my pet, you’re to wear this from now on. You can’t remove it. No matter how hard you try, you will never be able to take this off.” And with that, Misty places the collar around Kitten Girl’s neck. “I’m gonna have a lot of fun with you. Sleep, Kitten Girl. Sleep.”
Kitten Girl’s eyes submissively shut.
“Will you make love to her, Mistress?” inquires an anxious Belly Dancer. “May I join the two of you?”
“We can have sex later, Belly Dancer,” replies Misty. “Regarding Kitten Girl, I’d like to wait. When you own someone like this, anticipation leads to even more pleasure in bed. Right now, I want to play with my new toy. She’s so remarkable. I’ve never seen anyone be brainwashed so easily. Even the weakest of my slaves take at least a few minutes to brainwash, but Kitten Girl became my slave almost immediately. She had yet to even be hypnotized, yet when she begged me she did so with more submission and subservience than some slaves show me after being brainwashed. I’ve never seen anyone like that before, so I will wait and allow my lust for her to grow. For now, I’ll simply watch others have fun with her, such as the Charmer and Serpent Girl.”
Misty then holds Kitten Girl close to her, positions her lips to Kitten Girl’s ear, and speaks, “Listen closely to me, Kitten Girl. When you awaken, you will be someplace else. You won’t know where you are, but you will have forgotten that we hypnotized and brainwashed you. You will think that you escaped us. That you somehow freed yourself from our bondage and ran to a place unknown to you. You will actually believe that you’re still some silly superhero and will try to find a way back to your home so you can report us to the police. You won’t realize that you’re still under my control.”
Misty then unties Kitten Girl, freeing her body, and cradles the sleeping girl in her arms like a pet. She carries the new slave out of the room and orders Harem Girl and Belly Dancer to join her and for one of them to bring a clock. Misty places Kitten Girl down in a large solitary area surrounded by a number of doorways.
“Belly Dancer, hand me the clock you brought with you,” orders Misty. “Kitten Girl, you will awaken when you hear the alarm.” Misty sets the clock, places it beside Kitten Girl, and then turns to Belly Dancer and Harem Girl. “We’ll seal off the entrance to our area as I don’t yet want Kitten Girl accidentally finding her way back to us. Instead, we can watch what happens to her from the monitor room. The Charmer and her pet Serpent Girl are near here. I shall order them to use Kitten Girl for both their and our entertainment. They should enjoy that.”
The three girls smile giddily and then gleefully depart for the monitor room. What strange fate awaits Kitten Girl?