About an hour into driving Kitten Girl back to the harem, Mistress Misty presses the button under the steering wheel again and the panel that contains the “hypno-ripples” screen closes. Misty then reaches over and strokes the sleeping Kitten Girl’s hair a bit.
“You’ve fallen asleep,” says Misty. “And are under my hypnotic control. You’re still mine.”
“Yes, Mistress,” sadly responds Kitten Girl.
“Open your eyes, my hypnotized slave,” orders Misty.
“Yes, Mistress,” Kitten Girl says, opening her eyes.
“You know, being my slave isn’t all that bad,” states Misty, placing her hand back on the steering wheel. “My harem is so vast and expansive. There’s so many areas of it for you to explore and have fun in. I have a ‘prison’ area for starters, you’ve been there. I don’t use it much, though. Sometimes I like to play out lesbian prison fantasies there, as I’m sure you know. I have several areas that look like the kinds of harems from Arabian Nights types of stories. I’ve got the school, you’ve seen that. I’ve got beach areas.”
“You have beaches at your harem?” asks Kitten Girl.
“Yeah, it’s all very elaborate and expensive,” says Misty. “Let’s see, I have spas, Jacuzzis. I even have hospitals.”
“What for?” Kitten Girl asks nervously.
“Don’t worry,” replies Misty, laughing a bit. “They’re there for the same reason any residential area would need them. I don’t hurt people. I don’t like it when my slaves get hurt or sick. In fact, that’s why I had them built.”
“Oh, okay,” says Kitten Girl.
“I went out of my way to make the harem its own world,” explains Misty. “And now, I suppose that village I bought is part of my harem.” “I’ll bet you don’t have a jungle,” remarks Kitten Girl.
“Yeah, I’ve got a jungle,” Misty replies. “I’ve got a few, actually. They’re under domes, like my beaches. You wanna see one of my jungles?”
“Yeah,” says Kitten Girl.
Misty pauses for a moment, thinking.
“You know,” Misty begins. “There’s a girl in one of my jungles you should meet. She’s a tigress. That’s her name, ‘the Tigress.’”
“You mean a girl tiger?” inquires Kitten Girl.
“No, more like a tiger girl,” comments Misty. “More accurately, she’s a girl that I hypnotized and painted like a tiger. You see there was this girl I saw once and knew I had to have. . . .”
Misty tells Kitten Girl the story of how she met “the Tigress.” The Tigress, in fact, is a girl named Jasmine. She’s a redhead, actually her hair is orange, bright orange, and she has green eyes. Before Misty kidnapped her, she was a high school student at an all girls’ school who liked to have her way with a number of her classmates.
“You’re like an animal,” a sexy schoolgirl said to Jasmine while in a secluded hallway. “You only want sex. And not just from me, either. Why can’t we talk instead of always running off someplace private?”
Jasmine had her lustrous orange hair done up in a thick ponytail. She had a large bang over her forehead. Her schoolgirl outfit was “modified” to look sexier, with her pleated skirt shortened significantly so that it barely covered her hips, her button-up shirt tied to expose her tummy and with the top three buttons undone. She wore thigh-high black stalkings, and black ankle-high high heel boots. Jasmine then gently and seductively pinned her classmate up against a locker. Jasmine’s gaze was filled with lust and had locked onto the girl’s sensuous eyes.
“Just relax,” said Jasmine, almost like the way a hypnotist keeps her “subject” under control.
“O-okay,” said the girl, almost swooning from Jasmine’s intense and controlling gaze.
Jasmine leaned in and deeply kissed the girl, her latest conquest. Jasmine slid her hand up the girl’s skirt and slowly pulled her panties down while still kissing her. Jasmine then slowly got on her knees.
“You know what I’m going to do now, right?” questioned Jasmine.
“Yes,” the girl replied with a gulp.
Jasmine’s head vanished beneath the girl’s skirt. The girl closed her eyes, rested her head against the locker, and moaned loudly while Jasmine pleasured her. Unknown to the girls, Misty was watching, from around the corner, disguised as a schoolgirl. At the time, she had “infiltrated” the school looking for prospective slaves. She saw how the redhead had been able to sexually dominate the other girl and knew that she had to have her. Misty waited for Jasmine to finish playing with her girlfriend.
“There, do you feel better now?” asked Jasmine, pulling the girl’s panties back up.
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” nervously responded the girl.
Jasmine French kissed the girl one more time.
“Okay, now run along off to your next class,” said Jasmine, having placed her hand on the girl’s rear end and “scooting” her off. Jasmine had then walked off in the other direction, toward Misty.
“Hey, there,” said Misty after turning the corner.
“Well, hello,” replied Jasmine, getting a good look at Misty. “You new here?”
“Pretty new, yeah,” stated Misty.
“You get a good look at what me and that other girl were doing?” questioned Jasmine.
“Yes, I did,” Misty answered plainly and with a smile.
Jasmine began to rub Misty’s hip.
“And did you like it?” cutely asked Jasmine.
“Yes, very much,” Misty said.
Jasmine said nothing more and embraced Misty. The two had kissed, very much like how Jasmine kissed the other girl.
“I should reapply my makeup,” said Misty after the kiss.
“You look perfect,” commented Jasmine, about to kiss Misty again.
“This’ll only take a second,” Misty had stated while pulling a compact out of her purse.
Misty opened the compact and pressed on the foundation. A click was heard and the mirror in the compact suddenly became several spinning spirals. Misty held the compact so that it was facing Jasmine. Jasmine’s eyes locked on the spirals. She was instantly mesmerized. Jasmine’s body slumped against the lockers and she slid down them, still staring at the compact. Misty constantly held the compact right before Jasmine’s eyes as she slid down the lockers to her knees. Finally, Jasmine’s eyes closed and she fell into a hypnosis-induced sleep.
“Open your eyes,” commanded Misty after putting the compact away.
Jasmine opened her eyes and looked up at her new mistress.
“Follow me,” Misty ordered as she led Jasmine out of the school.
Jasmine followed submissively, with a traditional trance-like dazed look on her face.
“I eventually took her friend, too,” Misty says to Kitten Girl back in the car. “And then I painted them like jungle cats. I use a very special body paint. It allows the skin to breathe, so it’s completely safe, but you can’t wash it off unless you use a special solvent. Those girls never had to be repainted, even after bathing a bunch of times. I hypnotized them to think they’re cat girls, basically. I mean, they can still talk, but they mostly crawl around like animals and purr and whatnot. I keep them in one of my jungles. There are no other animals in there, save for maybe a few birds and the occasional tame snake, and there are no insects or anything. No creepy-crawlies. It’s a very warm and safe environment. There’s a lake with a waterfall. The water is clean, I make sure of it. The water’s warm too, except for the artificial springs. Those are cold, but they’re for drinking. I make sure to have the other slaves give them food, so they don’t need to hunt. Hot meals are left out especially for them around breakfast, lunch, and dinner times. We leave snacks hanging off trees.”
“They think they’re in a real jungle?” inquires Kitten Girl. “And they think they’re cats?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” replies Misty. “I made Jasmine think she’s a tigress, so she goes by the name ‘Tigress’ now. The other girl, her classmate, I made her think she was a cheetah, you know, like that chick from Thundercats. I painted them to look like these animals and made them wear cat’s ears hair braids, so they’re a lot like you. I was gonna show you this place eventually. There are a lot of areas of my harem I’d like to show you. But for now, why don’t you just look at the pink ripples again.”
Misty presses the button under the steering wheel again. The panel on the dashboard opens and Kitten Girl finds her eyes once again drawn to the pink ripples.
“That’s right,” says Misty in her soft voice. “You cannot look away. Don’t close your eyes yet. Just keep staring at the ripples. Your body is relaxing more and more as I speak. You now feel as though you are falling into the ripples. The ripples surround you now. You’re not in the car anymore, Kitten Girl. You’re falling towards the centre of the ripples. The more you fall, the deeper you go under my hypnotic control. You keep falling and falling. You’re falling toward the centre of the ripples. There doesn’t seem to be any end, does there?” “No, there doesn’t,” Kitten Girl says dreamily. “Concentrate on the centre,” Misty continues. “It’s so far away, isn’t it?” “Yes, Mistress,” responds Kitten Girl. “So far.” “It’s so far away that you decide to just close your eyes and sleep while falling,” Misty says.
Kitten Girl’s eyes shut and her head slumps forward upon Misty’s command.
“When you awaken, you will feel very groggy, as if drugged, and remain to be completely open to my commands,” Misty tells Kitten Girl, who sleeps soundly.
Kitten Girl awakens later that day, being held by Mistress Misty, back at the harem. She realizes that she’s completely naked, even her collar is gone.
“Are you ready to go to the jungle?” asks Misty, holding Kitten Girl close.
“What are you doing to me?” Kitten Girl asks drowsily.
“Yeah, you’re gonna feel pretty groggy,” states Misty. “That’s okay, I hypnotized you to feel that way. Just stand still while we paint you.”
“Paint me?” inquires Kitten Girl.
“No more questions,” orders Misty. “Just stand still.”
Misty walks away from Kitten Girl, who obediently stands in place. Only her breathing and blinking causes any movement. Michelle and Mayaka walk up to Kitten Girl with body paint. They begin to apply the paint with actual brushes. The paint is a combination of white and black. They paint her to look like a snow leopard. The process takes hours and the brushes tickle Kitten Girl’s body, placing her more and more under the girls’ control.
“Place your arms up over your head,” commands Michelle, painting white on Kitten Girl’s body.
Kitten Girl obeys and holds her arms up so Michelle can paint under them and down her sides, while Mayaka paints leopard spots all over Kitten Girl’s body. The only areas of Kitten Girl’s body that don’t get painted are her tummy, the private and sensitive area between her thighs, the skin leading from her tummy to down between her thighs, her pink nipples, and under her nose. Everywhere else is completely white with black spots. Her face is also painted white with freckle-like spots around her cheeks. Her upper lip is painted white and her lower lip is painted black. Black eye liner is applied to Kitten Girl’s eyes to give her that Egyptian “cat’s eye” look. Kitten Girl’s hair is left as is.
“What’s your full name, Kitten Girl?” requests Mayaka, placing the last few spots on.
“‘Katherine Goldie Kelly,’” answers Kitten Girl.
“‘Goldie,’” Mayaka says. “That’s a pretty nice name.”
“Thanks, ma’am,” responds Kitten Girl.
“Okay, I think we’re done,” comments Michelle. “What do you think, Mistress?”
Mistress Misty, who was watching the entire time, stands up and walks over to Kitten Girl.
“She looks great,” Misty says with approval. “Let’s put the hair braid on her.”
Mayaka picks up a hair braid. This one has white cat’s ears with black spots on it. Mayaka hands the hair braid to Misty, who places it on Kitten Girl’s head.
“Okay, Kitten Girl, listen closely,” commands Misty, making direct eye contact with Kitten Girl. “I’m going to make you fall asleep soon. When you awaken, you will forget that your name is ‘Katherine Goldie Kelly.’ You will only be ‘Kitten Girl.’ You will believe that you are a snow leopard girl. You will still be able to talk, but you will desire to crawl around like an animal. You will be more animalistic. You will be more susceptible to sexual desire. You will awaken in the jungle and not know how you got there, but you won’t really care. You will believe that the jungle is real. There are other cat girls there. I’ve told you about them. Serpent Girl will also be in there with you. She will most likely hypnotize you from time to time. You will not know what hypnosis is. You will forget most of what you know about people and the world outside the jungle. Whenever you see me, you will get on your knees and obey everything I tell you without knowing why. Do you understand all of this, Kitten Girl?”
“Yes, Mistress,” submits Kitten Girl.
“That’s a good girl,” says Misty. “Now sleep.”
The room turns completely black before Kitten Girl.
Kitten Girl awakens in the jungle. It’s sunny, or maybe it’s just the bright lights from the dome’s ceiling. Kitten Girl believes it’s the sun. She drowsily sits up and notices how warm and pleasant it is in the jungle. She takes in the view. It’s a beautiful jungle: lush, green, and fertile. The grass and dirt beneath her is soft. She can hear some birds off in the distance. The birds’ songs, the general warm climate, and the soft ground make Kitten Girl feel comfortable and safe. She smiles. She can’t recall how she ended up in this jungle, but she doesn’t really care. She’s glad to be here. Suddenly, Kitten Girl spies some movement in the bushes around her. Serpent Girl crawls out, moving in an almost “slither”-like motion. Kitten Girl is nervous, but she finds she can’t move or look away. Serpent Girl is also naked and is painted up like a snake. Almost her entire body is painted green, save for the long strip of skin from under her jaw, down between her breasts, down her tummy, down further between her legs, all the way to her ankles, giving an appearance similar to the underside of a snake. Her lips are painted white, and her nipples are unpainted. There are subtle shades of yellow and green eye shadow around Serpent Girl’s naturally hypnotic eyes, drawing even more attention to them.
“Hello, Kitten Girl,” Serpent Girl says while slinking up to her cat captive. “I’m going to kiss you.”
Kitten Girl says nothing as she’s helplessly mesmerized into paralysis. But her face carries a worried expression.
“Would you like me to kiss you?” asks Serpent Girl. “It’s okay, you can talk.”
“I don’t want to be kissed by a girl,” Kitten Girl says. “It’s nothing personal.”
“Neither is this,” comments Serpent as she embraces and kisses Kitten Girl. “There, was that so bad?”
“I don’t like it from a girl,” admits Kitten Girl. “Why can’t I move?”
“Because I won’t allow you to move,” states Serpent Girl, still closely embracing Kitten Girl. “I have this magical ability to make others do my bidding.”
“Please release me,” begs Kitten Girl.
“Later,” says Serpent Girl. “Why don’t you like to be kissed?”
“I love to be kissed,” comments Kitten Girl. “But not by girls. I only like boys. Aren’t there any around?”
“You’re the only snow leopard here,” informs Serpent Girl. “And there are no males at all. You’re new here. Do you remember how you got here?”
“No, I woke up here,” replies Kitten Girl. “You’re kidding about boys, rights? There must be some here. I’m very - eager. I can’t think of another way to put that.”
“So you’re really hot, huh?” Serpent Girl says. “Well, you’re going to have to get used to girls if you want any pleasure at all. There are only two other cats here: a tiger and a cheetah, and they’re both girls.”
“But I find girls, uh, well, ‘icky,’” complains Kitten Girl.
Serpent Girl laughs.
“How can you not like girls?” Serpent Girl asks between laughs. “You can’t continue to be so narrow here.”
Serpent Girl kisses Kitten Girl again, much deeper this time. The hypnotized Kitten Girl can’t resist, no matter how much she’d like to.
“Now how did that feel?” inquires a smirking Serpent Girl.
“I-I didn’t like it,” Kitten Girl answers plainly, tears beginning to form.
“We’re just gonna have to keep at it then until you start liking it,” establishes Serpent Girl. “You have to learn to like girls.”
Serpent Girl kisses Kitten Girl again. She pins Kitten Girl to the ground and moves her hands up and down Kitten Girl’s back and bottom. She then suddenly stops, hearing something in the distance.
“Ah, here come the two cat girls you should meet,” Serpent Girl slyly says. “I’m going to leave for now. One is named ‘the Tigress’ and the other is simply ‘Cheetah.’ I’ll come back later to play.”
Serpent Girl disappears into the bushes. Kitten Girl blinks, coming out of her hypnotic trance, and looks around nervously. She can hear movement. She remains still. She’s on her knees now, trying to see where the movement is coming from. Suddenly, Jasmine as the Tigress leaps from some bushes and pounces on Kitten Girl, pinning her to the ground.
“No!” shrieks Kitten Girl. “Please don’t hurt me!”
“Why do you always have to frighten everyone!” scolds Cheetah, who crawls up to the two.
“Oh, so-ree,” half-heartedly apologizes the Tigress. “I was just having some fun with the new girl.”
“You won’t hurt me?” meekly asks Kitten Girl.
“No, no one will hurt you,” the Tigress confirms. “How could anyone hurt you?”
The Tigress is sweating somewhat. She presses her moist body up against Kitten Girl’s and kisses her. Her long, flowing orange hair cascades down the sides of Kitten Girl’s face.
“C’mon, sit up,” says the Tigress, pulling Kitten Girl up after the kiss. “You remember how you got here?”
Kitten Girl nervously shakes her head.
“Okay,” says the Tigress. “Are you scared of me?”
Kitten Girl nods her head.
“I was just playing with you,” the Tigress says comfortingly while running her fingertips down the side of Kitten Girl’s face.
“You’re both cat girls?” inquires Kitten Girl. “Like me?”
“Of course we are,” answers the Tigress. “I’m a tiger and she’s a cheetah. Can’t you tell?”
Kitten Girl looks at the two girls. Both have been painted to look like their respective animal names. Jasmine, the Tigress, has been painted orange with black stripes, and Cheetah, Jasmine’s girlfriend from high school, is painted yellow with black spots. Both girls are painted in nearly exactly the same way as Kitten Girl, with their tummies, the areas between their thighs, their nipples, and the undersides their noses having been untouched by a brush. Both girls have the same “cat’s eye” look as Kitten Girl, as applied by black eye liner. The Tigress has her upper lip painted orange and her lower lip painted black, and the same applies for Cheetah, save for her upper lip being painted yellow. One noticeable difference in makeup is with Cheetah, who has black stripes painted from under her medial commissures (basically the corners of her eyes closest to her nose) to the corners of her mouth. They both wear cat’s ear hair braids respective to what animal they’re painted as. Both girls have long, flowing hair and bangs – orange for the Tigress and blonde for Cheetah.
“Yes, yes, I suppose so,” says Kitten Girl. “Do you know where I can find some cat boys?”
“Well, there are none around here,” replies Cheetah, slinking up to Kitten Girl, embracing her from behind, and stroking her hair a bit. “But we can definitely have fun without them.”
“But I only like boys,” whines Kitten Girl.
“Wow, really?” both the Tigress and Cheetah say.
“That’s unfortunate for you,” states the Tigress. “You’re pretty aroused right now, aren’t you?”
“I desire - affection,” cautiously says Kitten Girl, and licks her lips while looking downward. “I need it.”
“We’re the only ones around here besides Serpent Girl,” the Tigress establishes.
“Oooo, she scares me,” comments Cheetah. “Her eyes are magical. I can never look away from them. And she can control me, dominate me. I don’t like it.”
“Well, she’s not here now, so let’s not worry about her,” says the Tigress.
“I met her,” says Kitten Girl. “She took control of me. She kept kissing me.”
“Oh, well that part I like,” admits Cheetah.
“I don’t,” states Kitten Girl. “I don’t like it when girls kiss me and touch me like that.”
“So you don’t like that we’re touching you right now?” says the Tigress, both her and Cheetah’s hands on Kitten Girl’s body.
Kitten Girl shakes her head.
“But you’re aroused,” comments the Tigress, her face and inch from Kitten Girl’s.
“Not by you,” remarks Kitten Girl. “I’m just naturally that way. Oh please tell me there are boys here.”
“No boys,” states the Tigress. “If you want to be sexually satisfied, you’ll have to give in to us.”
“You’re an animal like us,” Cheetah purrs in Kitten Girl’s ear while still snuggled up to her from behind. “You’re feral. You’re dominated by your desires. You’re a helpless slave to them. You desire sex the most, right?”
“Yes,” Kitten Girl says in a low voice and then gulps.
“Then you need it,” continues Cheetah. “Like us, you need to be touched and kissed and caressed. You have no will to suppress such a desire.”
“I know that,” says Kitten Girl, choking back tears. “I can feel it in my stomach. It aches a bit.”
“Of course it does,” the Tigress says. “We feel that way too. We’re the only ones here. We have to make love to you. Soooo - you’re gonna be our plaything, okay?”
“O-okay,” surrenders Kitten Girl.
The Tigress then deeply French kisses Kitten Girl while Cheetah slowly licks the back of the “snow leopard’s” neck. The two girls hold Kitten Girl between them, fondling her body while kissing and licking her. Cheetah slowly moves her hands down Kitten Girl’s stomach, caressing her smooth, soft skin. Kitten Girl can feel the other girls’ sweat running down her body, the combined heat from the girls and the jungle make Kitten Girl perspire as well. Cheetah runs her hand between Kitten Girl’s thighs and makes her moan while the Tigress continues kissing her. Cheetah takes Kitten Girl to where she’s just about to climax and then stops. She doesn’t do this to be mean, but to let the Tigress have a turn. While holding Kitten Girl, Cheetah leans back, making Kitten Girl lie face-up on top of her. The Tigress kisses Kitten Girl’s nipples and then her bellybutton. The Tigress then lowers her head in between Kitten Girl’s thighs. She strokes Kitten Girl’s thighs and tummy with her hands while stroking Kitten Girl’s soft and sensitive area with her tongue. Cheetah holds Kitten Girl’s arms while kissing her neck and nuzzling her ear. Kitten Girl soon climaxes, and Cheetah and the Tigress then sit her up and stroke her tummy and back.
“Do you feel better?” asks the Tigress.
“Yeah,” pants Kitten Girl.
“But you’re still pretty hot, aren’t you?” the Tigress says.
“Mm hm,” Kitten Girl replies between deep breaths.
“We’re covered in sweat,” states Cheetah. “We’re completely soaked.”
“We’d better go the waterfall and clean ourselves off,” says the Tigress. “Come with us, Kitten Girl.”
The Tigress and Cheetah take the still aroused Kitten Girl to the waterfall, which is part of a small lake.
“Is the water cold?” Kitten Girl asks cautiously.
“No, it’s warm,” informs the Tigress. “It’s very comfy.”
Kitten Girl is taken into the lake. She can feel foam padding at the bottom.
“This doesn’t feel like dirt or rock,” says Kitten Girl. “What is it?”
“I don’t know,” comments Cheetah. “But it keeps the water from getting dirty. There’s also a hole in the centre of the lake that keeps it from overflowing.”
This “lake” is really more of a pool, which is cleaned at times when the girls aren’t using it. Of course, the girls have no idea about this and simply assume that it’s a normal part of the jungle. The Tigress sits on a kind of built-in cushiony “stool” in a shallow end of the “lake” and wraps her arms around Kitten Girl’s waist and sits her on her lap, holding her close. She then actually reaches for a bar of soap, which is left for the girls. They also assume that this is a normal part of the jungle, like the plants.
“For some reason, the water here is always nice and warm,” says the Tigress while gently rubbing the soap over Kitten Girl’s breasts and tummy. “But there’s also several springs around here which are always cold, so the water tastes good.”
Cheetah slides herself into Kitten Girl’s lap, facing her with her open thighs pressed up against Kitten Girl’s hips. She shampoos Kitten Girl’s hair and kisses her occasionally. Kitten Girl is sandwiched in between the two girls again. Cheetah takes hold of a showerhead and gently washes the shampoo out of Kitten Girl’s hair with it. Cheetah then hands the showerhead to the Tigress who rinses the soap off of Kitten Girl’s body.
“How do you feel now, Kitten Girl?” asks the Tigress.
“Really good,” replies Kitten Girl. “Very comfortable.”
“And you don’t mind two girls touching you this way?” Cheetah asks, briefly rubbing her hand between Kitten Girl’s thighs.
“I’d rather you didn’t touch me like that,” says Kitten Girl. “But it does feel sort of good.”
“Yeah, of course it does,” Cheetah says and leans in to open-mouth kiss Kitten Girl.
After the kiss, Cheetah and the Tigress simply decide to cuddle Kitten Girl. The Tigress wraps her arms around Kitten Girl’s waist and holds her tightly while resting the side of her head on Kitten Girl’s shoulder.
“You’re so warm, Kitten Girl,” says the Tigress, sighing.
Cheetah, still in Kitten Girl’s lap, slowly strokes her hair for a bit and then wraps her arms around both Kitten Girl and the Tigress and kisses Kitten Girl on her cheek. Both the Tigress and Cheetah speak soft words into Kitten Girl’s ears, telling her how soft and sexy and desirable she is. The girls unwittingly take Kitten Girl down into a hypnotic trance. She becomes aroused again. She also becomes a slave unknowingly to the girls. The Tigress and Cheetah take Kitten Girl out of the pool and dry her off with towels that are conveniently placed for them. The girls then kiss and cuddle each other in the grass and soon fall asleep.
The next morning, Kitten Girl has wandered off on her own because she wants to see more of the jungle. Cheetah and the Tigress tell her not to get lost and then decide to fool around while Kitten Girl goes exploring. About an hour passes before the Tigress takes notice of the time. “Where did Kitten Girl run off to, anyway?” asks the Tigress, taking a break from kissing and fondling Cheetah.
“Oh, I don’t know,” replies Cheetah, turning her head in both directions to look. “She’s been gone for a while now, hasn’t she?”
“Yeah, we’d better look for her,” comments the Tigress.
So the two girls wander the jungle to look for Kitten Girl. In a fairly short time, they find her on her hands and knees (as usual) in some tall grass. The grass is high enough to brush against Kitten Girl’s belly and breasts, as well as her legs, arms, and between her thighs. There’s also a breeze that causes the grass to move and sway under Kitten Girl, which naturally tickles her.
“There you are,” chimes the Tigress. “We wondered where you went off to.”
The Tigress sits next to Kitten Girl and strokes her back. Cheetah lies down on the other side of Kitten Girl.
“This tall grass tickles me a bit,” says Cheetah, giggling a bit.
“Yeah, doesn’t it tickle you, Kitten Girl?” asks the Tigress.
“Yes, ma’am,” meekly replies Kitten Girl.
“Why don’t you laugh or something?” the Tigress says.
“Would you like me to laugh, ma’am?” inquires the obedient Kitten Girl.
“I don’t understand,” remarks the Tigress. “Why do you keep calling me ‘ma’am,’ Kitten Girl?”
“I don’t really remember anything from before I got here,” says Kitten Girl. “But I think that whenever I’m tickled, I have to obey whoever’s tickling me. I don’t know why that is.”
“But the grass is tickling you, not me,” informs the Tigress.
“I know, but I have to obey someone, and you’re touching me,” states Kitten Girl, referring to how the Tigress is stroking her back.
“Well that’s interesting,” the Tigress comments. “Don’t you think that’s interesting, Cheetah?”
Cheetah nods enthusiastically.
“But do you actually feel your body being tickled?” the Tigress asks Kitten Girl. “Can’t you move? Isn’t it uncomfortable?”
“Yes, it’s uncomfortable,” establishes Kitten Girl. “I can feel my body being tickled, but I can’t move or laugh unless it’s allowed by my owner, which is you, ma’am. I also can’t speak unless my owner speaks to me first.”
The Tigress then gets behind Kitten Girl and, placing her arms around Kitten Girl’s waist, pulls her up into a kneeling position and holds her close. She takes a large blade of grass and tickles Kitten Girl’s front with it.
“I think you should laugh if you’re being tickled,” says the Tigress. “Go ahead, Kitten Girl, laugh. Laugh and squirm as your body is being tickled.”
Kitten Girl explodes into laughter, her body squirming in the Tigress’s grasp.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” asks the Tigress.
“Hee hee, yes!” laughs Kitten Girl.
The Tigress then moves her hands to the sides of Kitten Girl’s arms and lets Cheetah take a turn at tickling her.
“Keep laughing and squirming, Kitten Girl,” Cheetah orders while running the blade of grass all over the front of Kitten Girl’s sensitive body.
“Yes, ma’am!” Kitten Girl blurts out in between laughs.
While this is going on, Serpent Girl lays on the branch of a nearby tree, unseen by the girls below, watching everything.
The next day, after the girls have a breakfast that had been placed for them to find, the Tigress crawls along the jungle for no particular reason other than to stretch her legs, so to speak. Suddenly, Serpent Girl slithers out from a nearby bush, mesmerizing the Tigress with her eyes.
“Stay nice and still, Tigress,” Serpent Girl coos to her slave. “My eyes control you.”
The Tigress remains on her hands and knees, her eyes wide open and staring into Serpent Girl’s gaze. Serpent Girl takes hold of the Tigress and slowly makes her lie on her back. She then takes a python from a nearby bush and makes it slither up the Tigress’s body. Over her legs and up her tummy, all the while Serpent Girl’s eyes constantly hypnotize the Tigress.
“I want to have some fun with Kitten Girl,” says Serpent Girl. “Listen closely, slave.”
“Yes, ma’am,” meekly responds the Tigress, her eyes wide as the snake reaches her neck and then rests.
Meanwhile, back in Mistress Misty’s harem, Misty is talking to the Charmer, Belly Dancer, Harem Girl, Mayaka, and Michelle.
“I’ve been having fun watching Kitten Girl in the jungle,” states Misty. “And I’d like to try something. Girls, look at this.”
Misty presses a button on a remote control and a wall panel opens. A swirling spiral is behind the panel. The girls submissively look at the spiral, which hypnotizes them, of course.
“Get on your knees, slaves,” orders Misty.
“Yes, Mistress,” the girls reply in unison, getting on their knees.
“Your memories are being erased,” says Misty. “You forget that you’re slaves in my harem. Soon, I’ll allow you to sleep. When you awaken, you will find yourselves in the large tents I had placed in my jungle. These tents are a harem, basically. They’re very large and lavish, and even air-conditioned. You girls will have roles to play in this jungle harem. Michelle, you will command the harem. You may choose whatever slaves you wish and they will be included with the girls who are with you in this room, save for myself of course. Now, Michelle, listen carefully.”
“Yes, Mistress,” says Michelle.
“You are to order some of your slaves to go on an expedition,” Misty continues. “In search of wildlife in my jungle. . . .”
And back in the jungle, the Tigress and Cheetah lie in the bushes, waiting for Kitten Girl, who is following Serpent Girl’s mysterious hypnotic voice.
“Come along, Kitten Girl,” speaks Serpent Girl.
“Where are you?” asks Kitten Girl.
“Follow my voice,” Serpent Girl says, her voice keeping Kitten Girl mildly mesmerized and in somewhat of a daze. “We’re going to have some fun.”
The Tigress is lying down on her back, near the edge of the bush. Cheetah is behind her, further inside the bush. The Tigress is holding a feather she found. It had most likely fallen from one of the birds. Kitten Girl crawls by the bush that the Tigress is hidden in. The Tigress reaches out with the feather and gently and slowly runs it along Kitten Girl’s tummy. Kitten Girl freezes where she is, on her hands and knees as usual.
“You’re mine now, Kitten Girl,” the Tigress states.
“Yes, ma’am,” says Kitten Girl.
“From now on, you can’t move, unless I move you,” commands the Tigress. “You’re like a doll, and only I can pose you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” weakly replies Kitten Girl.
The Tigress stops tickling Kitten Girl and positions her so that she’s kneeling with her arms placed behind her back. The Tigress then takes some vines and ties Kitten Girl’s ankles and wrists. Once Kitten Girl is nice and trussed up, the Tigress picks up the feather and tickles the helpless girl again.
“When I’m finished tickling you this time, you will be able to move again,” says the Tigress, and then gives the feather to Cheetah.
No longer being tickled, Kitten Girl can move again, but being tied up she can’t move much. The Tigress holds Kitten Girl’s forearms tightly from behind. Kitten Girl wiggles and squirms a bit, whining and moaning. “Please,” begs Kitten Girl. “Let me go.”
“No,” flatly responds the Tigress. “Serpent Girl and I have a surprise for you.”
Serpent Girl slinks out from the foliage, a python hanging around her shoulders.
“W-what are you going to do with that snake?” nervously asks Kitten Girl.
“We’re going to let it slither up your body,” teasingly informs the Tigress.
Kitten Girl continues to beg and whine until Serpent Girl places the python’s head in between Kitten Girl’s bent knees. With Kitten Girl’s legs together, the python is able to slowly slither up her thighs and over her vagina. The sensation tickles Kitten Girl, making her silent and submissive again.
“Feel the python slither its way up your soft, smooth belly, Kitten Girl,” hypnotically coos the Tigress. “Now feel it make its way between your large, firm breasts. That’s right. That’s a good kitty.”
Kitten Girl blushes and her eyelids droop as the Tigress and the python take her down into a trance. She feels humiliated, as well as somewhat aroused, which humiliates her even more.
“Now feel the snake slowly move over your left shoulder,” the Tigress continues. “It’s now moving down the middle of your back, Kitten Girl. Can you feel the python flicking its tongue against your soft skin?”
“Y-yes,” Kitten Girl chokes out.
“How does this make you feel?” the Tigress asks.
“I don’t like it,” Kitten Girl replies, looking as if she’s about to cry. “I feel so humiliated.”
“Good,” says the Tigress. “That’s how a plaything like you should feel. And now the snake is slowly slithering over your bottom.”
Serpent Girl places her hands on Kitten Girl’s thighs and opens them a bit. Kitten Girl looks nervous now.
“Don’t worry, Kitten Girl,” the Tigress says in a soothing voice. “It’s just going to slither back up around your body. That’s all.”
The python slithers in between Kitten Girl’s thighs and begins to once again move back up her tummy, its body now vertically wrapped around the paralyzed girl. Kitten Girl makes groaning sounds as the snake moves along her left hip and around her back again, only to reemerge on the right side of her waist and slither horizontally along her tummy. Kitten Girl’s breathing is heavy and tears are running down her cheeks.
“The python is really long,” states the Tigress. “How do you feel now, Kitten Girl?”
“Oooohhhh,” moans Kitten Girl. “I don’t like snakes. I don’t like it when they slither up my body. Ooohhh, why are you doing this to me?”
“Because it’s fun,” says Serpent Girl, gently and playfully running the tip of her forefinger in short strokes over areas of Kitten Girl’s tummy. “I love humiliating you this way. I love tormenting you this way. It makes me feel really good to watch you like this. Completely weak and helpless. I just can’t get enough of humiliating you, Kitten Girl. I guess I’m not a very good person. Oh, but I just love to use you like a toy. And it’s sooo easy too. Beg, Kitten Girl. Beg me to let you go. I won’t let you go, but you’ll still beg because I command it.”
“Please let me go, ma’am,” pointlessly begs Kitten Girl. “Please. Please, I’ll do anything. I’m your slave. I’m your slave. Please stop humiliating me. Please, I beg you. Please.”
Serpent Girl leans in and slowly licks Kitten Girl’s tummy. Then, she takes the python by its head and positions it so its eyes are directly in front of Kitten Girl’s.
“This python is going to hypnotize you now,” says Serpent Girl as she begins to sway the python’s head from side to side. “Just let your head sway back and forth with the python’s. That’s right. You’re deeply hypnotized now. You’re my slave.”
Kitten Girl helplessly and mindlessly tilts her head from side to side with the snake. Her mouth hangs open slightly. Wherever the snake’s head goes, Kitten Girl obediently follows.
“There’s a good lass,” Serpent Girl continually coaxes. “You are in my power now. You are powerless to disobey me.”
Meanwhile, the Charmer, Belly Dancer, and Harem Girl set out on their expedition. All of the girls are wearing safari outfits, without the hats. Also, the clothes have of course been altered to show off their bodies. Their khaki shorts are almost like bikini bottoms and the top button is undone. Their shirts are tied up to show their midriffs and the top three buttons are undone to show more cleavage. Belly Dancer is wearing a glittering pink jewel in her bellybutton.
“Okay, we should find some wildlife around here,” says the Charmer while motioning the other girls to stop.
“Are you sure?” questions Belly Dancer. “I don’t see any wildlife around here. We should’ve gone in the direction I mentioned earlier.”
“I’m leading this expedition,” states an annoyed Charmer. “If you think you can do better, why don’t you say so?”
“Okay, I can do better,” cutely remarks Belly Dancer.
“Hey, c’mon, don’t fight,” whines Harem Girl.
“Don’t worry, Harem Girl, I can deal with this,” the Charmer says.
“Oh, really?” Belly Dancer comments. “I don’t think you know as much as you think you do. I should be leading.”
“Let me show you why I’m the leader,” says the Charmer.
“This should be good,” Belly Dancer remarks.
The Charmer has brought her flute with her and she begins to play it. The sweet melody entrances Belly Dancer, turning her into the Charmer’s slave. The Charmer plays music that makes Belly Dancer raise her arms and sway her hips. The jewel in Belly Dancer’s navel shimmers and sparkles as she slowly sways her hips. While playing her flute, the Charmer looks down at Belly Dancer’s navel. She slowly becomes mesmerized, watching the jewel sway from side to side. The Charmer stops playing, her arms falling to her sides. She still holds the flute, but just barely in one hand. The Charmer leans against a tree and slides down into a kneeling position, her eyes constantly on Belly Dancer’s navel. Belly Dancer soon snaps out of her trance. She sees the Charmer kneeling and staring at her tummy and smiles. Belly Dancer walks seductively up to the Charmer and tickles her under her chin.
“I knew you’d try to hypnotize me with your flute,” Belly Dancer tells the Charmer. “That’s why I wore this jewel in my bellybutton today. You can’t be very smart to try that on me. I’m taking over command. Now, watch my bellybutton.”
Belly Dancer raises her arms above her head and sways her hips again. The Charmer, kneeling obediently, follows Belly Dancer’s navel with her eyes. Belly Dancer’s bellybutton sways like a hypnotist’s pocket watch. The Charmer is taken down deeper under Belly Dancer’s control as she submissively gazes at the several flecks of light glinting off the jewel.
“You’re in my power,” says Belly Dancer.
“I’m in your power,” replies the Charmer. “I will obey.”
“That’s a good girl,” Belly Dancer coos. “We’re going to camp out here for now, and then we’re going to go where I say we’re going.”
“Yes, ma’am,” says the Charmer, still watching Belly Dancer’s navel.
“Good,” says Belly Dancer. “Now sleep.”
The Charmer closes her eyes and sleeps like a good slave, her body resting against the tree.
“And I assume that there are no objections from you, Harem Girl?” asks Belly Dancer.
“No objections, ma’am,” obediently replies Harem Girl, who had been watching from a short distance away and was inadvertently hypnotized along with the Charmer.
“Good,” Belly Dancer says. “Now help me set up camp.”
“Yes, ma’am,” says Harem Girl.
The girls get to work setting up camp, but Harem Girl actually does most of the work. They’re soon finished and the girls sleep for the night. The next morning, Belly Dancer goes to wake up the Charmer. Belly Dancer snaps her fingers in front of the sleeping Charmer, who blinks a few times and then wakes up.
“Make us breakfast,” Belly Dancer commands the now awake Charmer.
“Yes, ma’am,” the Charmer submits.
The Charmer gets a campfire going and begins to cook some of the food the girls took with them on this “expedition.” The three girls enjoy their breakfast and then head out to find “wildlife.”
“There,” says Belly Dancer, hiding in the bushes with the other girls, holding up binoculars, and pointing in the direction she’s looking. “I told you I’m a better leader. Found them.”
“Yes, ma’am,” replies the Charmer. “You are a better leader.”
The girls see Kitten Girl being played with by Serpent Girl, the Tigress, and Cheetah. Serpent Girl has her arms wrapped around the Tigress, who is gently holding a snake by its head and swaying it before Kitten Girl. Kitten Girl is on her knees, slowly swaying with the snake.
“Isn’t it so nice to control Kitten Girl this way?” Serpent Girl whispers into the Tigress’s ear. “It must make you pretty hot. To have absolute control over this girl.”
“It is nice,” remarks the Tigress. “She just keeps swaying perfectly with the snake. How is it possible to do this to a girl?”
“I don’t know,” Serpent Girl says. “But I don’t care either. I just love doing this to girls. She’s especially fun to control. Don’t you love the look in her eyes? The look of complete helplessness and submission? So soft and moist and beautiful.”
The Tigress then lets the snake slither up and around Kitten Girl’s shoulders as she leans in to kiss her. The Tigress’s kiss is soft and sweet. Serpent Girl gently places her hands on the Tigress’s hips and eagerly watches the two cat girls kiss.
“Wow, look at that snow leopard!” comments Belly Dancer from the bushes. “She’s gorgeous! And look how easily they mesmerize her.”
Harem Girl and the Charmer also watch with their own pairs of binoculars.
“We have to have that snow leopard,” states Harem Girl. “But what about the other animals?”
“Oh, we’ll definitely take them too,” says Belly Dancer. “But the snow leopard is the one we want most.” While the Tigress kisses Kitten Girl, a glimmering in the distance briefly distracts Cheetah. She looks out and notices the other girls watching them.
“Oh,” Cheetah says in a worried tone. “Hey, girls. There are people over there. Humans.”
“Omigosh,” says a nervous Serpent Girl. “It must be hunters or something. Everyone run!”
The Tigress pulls the snake off of Kitten Girl’s shoulders.
“Did you hear, Kitten Girl?” urgently asks the Tigress. “You have to run. Now!”
Kitten Girl scampers off on her hands and knees. It’s almost comical to see Kitten Girl try to move fast while in this position. The Tigress, Serpent Girl, and Cheetah then take off in different directions.
“Darn, they saw us!” says Belly Dancer. “For now, let’s go after the tiger, the cheetah, and the snake.”
“But isn’t the snow leopard what we want the most?” asks the Charmer.
“Oh she’s gonna be so easy to catch,” establishes Belly Dancer. “I highly doubt we need to worry about losing her. For now, Charmer, you go after the snake. Harem Girl, you chase the cheetah. I’ll take the tiger.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Harem Girl and the Charmer say in unison before taking off after their quarries.
It isn’t long before the Charmer catches up with Serpent Girl. Serpent Girl is worried at first, but then decides to turn to the Charmer, looking her straight in the eye with a playful smirk.
“Oh my,” Serpent Girl says in a mock-distressed voice. “It looks like you’ve caught me. Whatever shall I do to escape this terrible fate?”
Serpent Girl continues making direct eye contact with the Charmer. The Charmer feels dizzy and stands in place, mildly mesmerized.
“You like my eyes, don’t you?” asks Serpent Girl.
“Y-yeah,” replies the Charmer.
“Of course you do,” says Serpent Girl. “Now you’re going to do as I say, like a good girl.”
“Um, I - I guess so,” the Charmer mumbles, going deeper.
“Of course you will,” Serpent Girl cutely remarks. “Now take off your clothes.”
“Uhh, I don’t - I don’t think I wanna do that,” clumsily comments the Charmer.
“But we’re playing a game,” Serpent Girl says in her soft, manipulative voice. “It’s called ‘Slave Girl.’ You’re the slave girl and you have to do as I say, remember? It’s just a game.”
“Oh, yeah,” the Charmer responds, her face scrunching up a bit as she “remembers.” “Well, I guess if it’s just a game.”
The Charmer slowly undresses before the smirking Serpent Girl. She undoes her top and lets it fall to the ground and then she slides her khaki shorts down. Serpent Girl takes in the sight of the Charmer’s completely naked, curvaceous body.
“Now get on your knees,” orders Serpent Girl. “That’s what a good slave girl does.”
“Oh, right, of course,” says the Charmer, while fully believing that Serpent Girl’s words make perfect sense.
The Charmer is now on her knees. Serpent Girl moves close and embraces her.
“And now for the really fun part of the game,” Serpent Girl remarks as she holds the Charmer close and then kisses her.
Meanwhile, Harem Girl is chasing after Cheetah.
“Wait!” Harem Girl calls out.
Cheetah actually stops and turns around. She doesn’t really want to run from the beautiful girl.
“I don’t want you to hurt me!” cries a frightened Cheetah.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Harem Girl replies in a soothing voice. “I mean, I just wanna tie you up and take you to my owner as a pet.”
“Y-you want me as a pet?” inquires Cheetah, a twinge of excitement in her voice. “If I was your pet, what would you do with me?”
Harem Girl gets close enough to Cheetah to playfully stoke her hair.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Harem Girl teasingly says, leaning down to kiss Cheetah.
“Mmm,” Cheetah sensually moans after being kissed. “You’re very good at that.”
“Yeah,” replies Harem Girl, standing over Cheetah. “Lick my thighs a bit.”
Cheetah complies, running her small tongue over Harem Girl’s thighs.
“Good girl,” coos Harem Girl. “Now I’m going to tie you up.”
Harem Girl takes some soft rope from her backpack and gently binds Cheetah’s wrists and ankles.
“Now I’ll take you back to Belly Dancer,” Harem Girl says while carrying Cheetah.
And in another part of the jungle, Belly Dancer has caught up with the Tigress. “C’mon!” shouts the Tigress, on her hands and knees looking as if she’s ready to pounce. “Come take me! I dare you!” Though seemingly fierce, the Tigress is panting, noticeably tired from running on her hands and knees.
“Why do you have to be so hostile?” asks Belly Dancer.
“I’m not stupid!” the Tigress exclaims. “I know what hunters do, so stay back!”
“Ohh, I wouldn’t harm you,” Belly Dancer states as if to a child. “Tell you what, if you don’t run away, I won’t approach you. I’ll remain where I am and you remain where you are.”
“Put down the backpack,” orders the Tigress. “Just toss it to the side or something.”
“Okay,” complies Belly Dancer, removing her backpack and carefully tossing it to her right. “Now all I wanna do is talk to you. I have an owner. I’m her slave. She’s really beautiful. You like girls, don’t you?”
“Of course I do,” responds the Tigress.
“Well wouldn’t you like to be a slave to one?” Belly Dancer inquires. “A pet? A love slave? You wouldn’t be asked to do anything hard. You’d be for pleasure. She’d make love to you and watch you make love to other girls.”
“Um, Serpent Girl sometimes uses magic on me and I find I have to do everything she says,” informs the Tigress. “I become her slave.”
“Don’t you like it?” questions Belly Dancer.
“I-I don’t know,” replies the Tigress. “I want my own free will, but when she controls me, it’s, like, exciting. It’s hot, you know? I don’t get that.”
“Being dominated can be sexy,” Belly Dancer comments. “I can get really hot when a pretty girl controls my mind. Makes me do things I’d normally be too embarrassed to do. Humiliates me. That’s what my owner does. She can make me do just about anything.”
“She knows how to do magic like Serpent Girl?” the Tigress asks.
“Yeah,” Belly Dancer answers. “Anyone can learn to do it. I can do it to you.”
“Really?” says the Tigress. “How come you haven’t?”
“Well, Serpent Girl can do it naturally,” explains Belly Dancer. “For most other people, it can sometimes take some work, depending on the subject. With you ready to pounce on me, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to properly control you, so I wanted to calm you down. That’s more or less what it is anyway: being able to soothe and relax someone until they’re ready to follow instructions.”
“I don’t understand,” the Tigress says.
“Of course you don’t” Belly Dancer remarks. “You’re just an animal, so I’ll come out and say it: I’m going to hypnotize you with the jewel in my bellybutton. I can see you’re looking at it now.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty,” admits the Tigress. “But I don’t feel it dominating me. Not like Serpent Girl’s eyes. What did you say before? ‘Hypnotize?’”
“Yes, that’s what the ‘magic’ is called: hypnosis,” informs Belly Dancer. “It’s something Serpent Girl can do with her eyes to almost instantly control most people. She can pretty much do it at will, but for people like me, I have to gradually break most subjects down. You may not immediately feel as though you’re in my power yet, but when I sway my hips like this-” Belly Dancer begins to slowly sway her hips while moving her hands up behind her head. “-you should begin to fall under my spell.”
The Tigress’s eyelids droop and droop as she dreamily watches the glittery jewel in Belly Dancer’s navel move back and forth.
“You’re now beginning to find that you cannot take your eyes off of my bellybutton,” Belly Dancer points out. “And you don’t really want to look away either, do you? As I swing my hips, your desire for free will dissipates, and your mind becomes more receptive to my suggestions. You now find that you want to do as I say, don’t you?”
“Uh, yeah,” says a Tigress now off in dreamland.
“You don’t really care that I control your mind, do you?” asks Belly Dancer.
“N-no, I don’t mind,” the Tigress replies, barely shaking her sleepy head.
“Now, why don’t you move over here?” suggests Belly Dancer.
The Tigress crawls over to Belly Dancer, who lowers one hand to briefly tickle the Tigress under her chin. Clearly, Belly Dancer now has the Tigress in her thrall and can therefore stop swaying her hips.
“I have reduced you to servitude,” states Belly Dancer. “You are my slave. Right now, you will lick my bellybutton.”
The Tigress complies and slowly and sweetly licks Belly Dancer’s navel. In a few moments, the Tigress begins to swirl her tongue around it.
“I wanna make you lick me all over, but we really should be going,” Belly Dancer says. “I’m going to tie you up. It’s a precaution, but I get a kick out of it.”
Belly Dancer binds the Tigress’s wrists and ankles with the soft rope. She makes sure it isn’t too tight and carries the Tigress off to the place where Harem Girl and the Charmer are supposed to meet after catching their “pets.”
Meanwhile, in yet another part of the jungle, Kitten Girl is still fleeing when she suddenly sees Mistress Misty standing before her. Kitten Girl immediately stops and gets into a kneeling position with her hands in her lap. She kneels up straight like a good girl, her eyes on her Mistress, unsure of why she’s doing this but completely eager to follow Misty’s commands regardless.
“That’s right,” says Misty. “Kneel up nice and straight like a slave is supposed to. Do you know who I am, Kitten Girl?”
“Umm, you’re my Mistress,” replies Kitten Girl.
“But do you know my name?” Misty asks.
“No, I don’t, Mistress,” says Kitten Girl, shaking her head.
“That’s alright,” states Misty. “You don’t really need to know my name. You only need to know that you must obey me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Kitten Girl eagerly responds. “I will obey you.”
“Good,” Misty says. “Now I want you to be a good, obedient girl and wait here for the hunters to find you. Don’t worry, they won’t hurt you. They’ll only take you to their owner to be used as a love slave.”
Misty approaches Kitten Girl and tickles her under her chin.
“I’ll do anything you wish, Mistress,” comments Kitten Girl.
“Yes, I know,” Misty states smugly. “It’s so easy to dominate you.”
And with that, Misty leans in and deeply kisses Kitten Girl. Misty then looks into Kitten Girl’s eyes, and her own eyes soften. She sits down and holds Kitten Girl close, stroking her hair.
“You know, I don’t say enough nice things to you,” Misty admits, speaking softly into Kitten Girl’s ear. “But you’re my favourite slave. I watch almost everything you do from my monitor rooms. Watching you on this jungle excursion has been a lot of fun for me. I dream about you. I constantly desire you. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I don’t make love to you very much, but that’s because waiting makes it more sensual and exciting. And for what it’s worth, there’s a small part of me that actually doesn’t like using you that way. I know that’s hard to believe seeing as I let every other girl in my harem use you for sex, but it’s kind of true. When you look up at me and beg me to release you, well, sometimes I almost feel like crying and I wonder about what kind of person I am for doing this to you and so many other girls. I’ll admit that these thoughts are usually brief and I always go back to using you like a toy. Oh, you just make it so darn easy. I know you don’t understand what I’m talking about and, in your current state of mind, you don’t even really know who I am, but I felt like telling you this anyway. I really hit the jackpot with you, kiddo. For now, I just want to hold you for the moment. I want your warm body pressed against mine. I want to feel you breathe. Let’s just embrace each other softly for the time being and then I’ll leave you to wait for the other girls. I know it won’t be a picnic for you, and it’s all my fault, but I hope you don’t hate me too much. Maybe you can even have some fun.”
The two girls remain in each other’s arms for a few minutes and say nothing. Eventually, Misty looks into Kitten Girl’s eyes again.
“It wouldn’t be right to say ‘I love you,’” Misty states. “It would be naïve to call it love, when it isn’t. But I will say that you fill me with a certain, I dunno, ‘warmth’ I guess. And it isn’t always simply lust either. I mean, I do care, it’s just, oh dear, this is hard to say without sounding like a hypocrite. I use you, and I’ll continue to do so, but, I guess I’m sort of sorry. I kind of wish there was a way to get you to like me without having to brainwash you. Well, that’s the best way I can put it. But, I’ll say that you don’t always realize how beautiful and desirable you are. You make me feel good, really good.”
“You’re being very kind to me, Mistress,” says Kitten Girl. “I’m not entirely certain who you are, but thank you.”
“You’re welcome, kiddo,” Misty replies as she kisses Kitten Girl again. “I’ll see you later.” And with that, Misty leaves and Kitten Girl remains on her knees, submissively waiting for Belly Dancer and the others to come get her.
Serpent Girl fondles and French kisses the Charmer in their secluded area of the jungle. As she’s kissing her newly acquired slave, Serpent Girl glances from the corner of her eye at the Charmer’s backpack. She stops kissing the Charmer and lets her rest her head on Serpent Girl’s shoulder.
“What’s in the backpack?” asks Serpent Girl, whispering into the Charmer’s ear.
“Some rope, food, and my flute, ma’am,” informs the Charmer.
“A flute?” Serpent Girl inquires. “Let me see.”
Serpent Girl “slithers” up to the backpack and takes out the flute. She stares at it, feeling strange and not really knowing why.
“This thing seems familiar,” says Serpent Girl with a near trance-like tone.
Serpent Girl tries to play the flute but isn’t very good at it. Still, the broken and rather jarring sounds that come from the flute have an effect on the snake girl.
“Um, I don’t think I can play this right,” comments a dazed Serpent Girl. “I think you’re supposed to.”
Serpent Girl unwisely hands the snake charmer flute to the Charmer.
“You want me to play, ma’am?” asks the Charmer.
“Yeah, I think you’re supposed to,” replies a semi-dreamy Serpent Girl.
The Charmer plays a melody on her flute, which immediately entrances the unwitting Serpent Girl. Like the snakes she mimics, Serpent Girl sways from side to side, her eyelids drooping, her breathing slowed. Soon the Charmer stops playing to catch her breath.
“Would you like me to continue, ma’am?” the Charmer offers.
“Only if you want to,” Serpent Girl replies, now under the Charmer’s spell without her even knowing it.
“I’m your slave,” states the Charmer. “I’ll only play if you desire it.”
“Y-yeah,” Serpent Girl murmurs. “That isn’t right. You shouldn’t be my slave.”
“But I am your slave,” the Charmer remarks.
“No, that doesn’t make sense,” Serpent Girl tells her, staring into the Charmer’s eyes again. “You shouldn’t have to obey me. I’m supposed to be your slave. I’m freeing you. You’re no longer my slave. I’ll obey you from now on.”
Successfully deprogrammed by Serpent Girl, the Charmer regains her free will.
“That’s right,” the Charmer says, remembering. “I play this flute and you have to obey me. Being a snake, you’re especially susceptible to the flute’s hypnotism. That makes sense.” There’s a pause and then: “Alright, slave. I’m going to tie you up now and take you back to Belly Dancer.”
“Yes, ma’am,” replies Serpent Girl, her head lowered in submission.
Eventually, the three girls meet back at the designated location. They place their tied up slaves down on their knees, make them sleep by hypnotizing them, and go off after Kitten Girl. It doesn’t take long to find her.
“Why is she just kneeling there?” asks Belly Dancer out loud. “Harem Girl, go and seduce her and then hypnotize her.”
“Yes, ma’am,” responds Harem Girl, who immediately slinks up to Kitten Girl.
“You’re one of the hunters, aren’t you?” asks Kitten Girl.
“Sure am,” replies Harem Girl, her voice soft and seductive.
“Okay, I’ve been told to go with you,” says Kitten Girl. “Would you like to tie me up?”
“Wha? Why are you making this so easy?” inquires Harem Girl, using her normal voice.
“The Mistress commanded me to wait for you,” states Kitten Girl.
“‘Mistress?’” Harem Girl remarks. “I-I think I know who you mean. You really saw her? Well, I’m supposed to seduce you.”
“Um, you don’t have to do that,” Kitten Girl says nervously. “I mean, I don’t like girls.”
Harem Girl kisses Kitten Girl.
“But for me you’ll make an exception,” states Harem Girl, looking into Kitten Girl’s eyes.
“But for you I’ll make an exception,” repeats Kitten Girl.
Harem Girl kisses Kitten Girl some more and licks her body a bit.
“That snow leopard looks pretty docile,” comments Belly Dancer. “I don’t think we need to hide anymore.”
Belly Dancer and the Charmer approach Harem Girl and Kitten Girl.
“Okay, you can stop playing around now,” Belly Dancer remarks to Harem Girl.
“Oh, please give me a few more minutes,” begs Harem Girl, tracing her forefinger down the line in Kitten Girl’s back.
“No, come on, we gotta get back to camp,” establishes Belly Dancer. “We’re gonna get some sleep and then we’ll take these new slaves to Michelle.”
“Oh, fine,” remarks a pouting Harem Girl, who pulls a shiny Japanese coin on a string from her pocket and swings it before Kitten Girl’s eyes. “Here, snow leopard, look at this. You know what this is?”
“No,” drowsily replies Kitten Girl.
“It’s a magic coin,” says Harem Girl, her voice soft and seductive again. “A girl named Mayaka gave it to me. Don’t you think it’s pretty?”
“Mm hm,” says Kitten Girl, her eyes following the coin.
“This is too easy,” comments Harem Girl. “You’re my slave, snow leopard. You will do my bidding.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Kitten Girl submits.
“That’s it?” questions Belly Dancer. “Okay, well, let’s take her and the other animals back to the camp and get some sleep. We’ll leave early the next day for the harem.”
The girls eventually take their “animals” back to the camp. They leave the animal girls outside and tied up, while they reside in a large tent.
“Oh, it’s not fair that they’re left outside,” whines Harem Girl. “They’re under our control, let them sleep with us.”
“Hey, yeah,” the Charmer replies excitedly.
“Well, yeah, we do have them hypnotized,” remarks Belly Dancer. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt.”
The girls untie the “animals” and let them into their tent.
“You’re gonna sleep with us,” Harem Girl tells them.
“Oh, thank you, ma’am!” cheers Cheetah, hugging Harem Girl.
“Yeah, but we do need to actually sleep,” states Belly Dancer. “So don’t be playing around all night.”
“Yes, ma’am,” all the other girls say in unison, rolling their eyes.
“Oh, Kitten Girl,” the Tigress says playfully. “Why don’t you relax and cuddle up against me?”
“Oh, okay, I guess,” Kitten Girl replies.
The Tigress gets behind Kitten Girl and slinks her arms around her waist, holding her close. The Tigress kisses the side of Kitten Girl’s face and then rests her head there. Serpent Girl then slinks up to Kitten Girl’s front and softly kisses her lips.
“How does it feel to have a serpent kiss you?” Serpent Girl asks in her hypnotically pleasing voice.
“It feels strange,” Kitten Girl responds, staring into Serpent Girl’s eyes.
“But you like it,” Serpent Girl states, hypnotizing Kitten Girl.
“Yes, I do,” says Kitten Girl under Serpent Girl’s control.
“And you want me to keep kissing you,” suggests Serpent Girl.
“Yes, I do,” mindlessly repeats Kitten Girl.
Serpent Girl continues to repeatedly kiss Kitten Girl over and over, while the Tigress slowly circles her forefinger around Kitten Girl’s bellybutton. Cheetah takes a large, comfy blanket and wraps it around the three girls and then joins them, snuggling up to the Tigress. Serpent begins to slowly kiss down Kitten Girl’s neck, chest, and tummy. When she reaches between Kitten Girl’s legs, Kitten Girl gasps and then moans pleasurably.
“Oh my, Kitten Girl, doesn’t that feel good?” teasingly asks the Tigress, breathing each word on the side of Kitten Girl’s face.
“Uh huh,” exhales Kitten Girl, her eyes closed and her head tilted back a bit.
Kitten Girl’s head happens to turn toward the Tigress, who softly French kisses Kitten Girl. Kitten Girl opens her eyes after the kiss and her and the Tigress stare into each other’s eyes for a bit and then gently kiss again. After that kiss, Kitten Girl begins to pant heavily.
“Stimulation,” breathes Kitten Girl. “It’s - too - much.”
Kitten Girl climaxes, letting out a loud sigh mixed with a moan. The girls lie back on the comfortable mattress floor of the tent. Their captors snuggle up to them under the large blanket. Some of the girls fool around for bit, but soon enough everyone falls asleep.