Kitten Girl awakes at the sound of the clock’s alarm. Her eyes shoot open and she sits up, shaking the cobwebs from her head.
“Where am I?” she inquires out loud. “Did I take this alarm clock with me when I escaped?”
Kitten Girl stands up and notices a kind of jingling sound. She feels the collar around her neck.
This darn bell will keep ringing when I move, she thinks. It could draw unwanted attention and ruin my chance for escape. Better take if off.
Kitten Girl tries to unbuckle the collar, but finds she can’t.
“Why won’t this thing loosen?” she complains as her hands fumble with the collar.
Mistress Misty’s posthypnotic suggestions are obviously working perfectly on Kitten Girl, who can’t even get a firm grip on the collar even though she thinks she has one.
“Darn it!” shouts Kitten Girl, giving up on the collar. “What did they do to me?”
Okay, the collar must be glued to my skin or something, thinks Kitten Girl. It’s funny, I don’t even remember them putting this thing on me. Well, at least I’ve escaped, but I seem to be lost now.
Kitten Girl looks around the room and counts five passageways. She tries the third one she counted, which leads her into a hallway. Suddenly, a shudder slams down over the corridor she came in from. Kitten Girl nervously looks at the shudder.
“I don’t think I like this,” she says fearfully.
Kitten Girl moves on into the next room. In the corner of the room, she sees a sexy Japanese girl in a skimpy variation of an Asian schoolgirl uniform licking a large lollipop. The girl looks to be about seventeen or eighteen. The lollipop is decorated with a multicolour swirl. The schoolgirl is also wearing a gold-coloured navel ring that glitters in the dimly lit room.
“Who are you?” Kitten Girl asks the schoolgirl apprehensively.
“You wanna lick?” the girl offers, holding up her lollipop and ignoring the question.
“No,” Kitten Girl states and runs into another doorway.
“You will later,” the schoolgirl says mock ominously.
In the next room is a blonde woman in her early twenties wearing a frilly red bra with matching panties. She leans against a nearby wall and gazes directly at Kitten Girl.
“Hey there, Kitten Girl,” she says in a lusty tone.
Kitten Girl looks at the woman, shocked and confused a bit by remote feelings of what might be sexual desire.
No, Kitten Girl! You don’t like girls, remember? Kitten Girl chastises herself.
“My name’s the Seductress,” the woman says. “I know you don’t like girls, but can I have a kiss? Just one kiss?”
“I’m trying to get out of here,” informs Kitten Girl, keeping her distance.
“Please?” the Seductress pleads sincerely, walking up to the cat girl. “Just one kiss?”
The Seductress places her hand on Kitten Girl’s chest and runs it down over her stomach. Kitten Girl doesn’t understand why she kind of enjoys it.
“Mistress Misty named me,” the Seductress informs. “She told me I can seduce anyone and that even people who aren’t into girls will find me attractive. At first I thought she was saying that I look masculine, but she assured me that that wasn’t the case at all.”
“You definitely don’t look masculine,” remarks Kitten Girl, guiltily looking down at the Seductress’s curvy, sensual supermodel’s body.
“Thanks, sweetie,” a very sincere Seductress says, stroking Kitten Girl’s hair. “Do you like it when I stroke your hair? Do you feel warm when I do it?”
“Yeah,” shyly admits a blushing Kitten Girl. “So, even straight girls like you? So I guess it’s okay if I like you, then?”
“Certainly,” the Seductress sweetly replies.
Kitten Girl gently bites her lower lip and can feel a lump in her throat.
“It’s so weird,” Kitten Girl remarks. “I’m really not into girls at all. That Oriental girl in the other room was good looking, I suppose, but I felt nothing towards her. Hey, wait! Did you mention Mistress Misty?”
The Seductress nods.
“Then you’re with her!” Kitten Girl exclaims, backing away.
“No, wait,” pleads the Seductress. “Well - everyone here belongs to her.”
“I don’t,” Kitten Girl proudly informs, her hands on her hips. “I escaped from her, and I’m going to escape from here!”
“I-I won’t stop you,” says the Seductress nervously. “I just want one kiss before you escape. You’re so beautiful.”
Kitten Girl pauses to look at the Seductress, to stare for a moment at her beautiful face and sensuous body.
“Okay,” says Kitten Girl. “One kiss.”
A look of joy and gratitude wash over the Seductress’s face as she embraces Kitten Girl and softly, but firmly, French kisses her.
“Did you like it?” asks the Seductress, breathing heavily.
Kitten Girl can feel each word the Seductress speaks on her lips. “Yeah,” she replies.
“But I bet Harem Girl kisses better than me, huh?” the Seductress admits.
Kitten Girl suddenly recalls when Harem Girl kissed her. “Oh, yeah,” she says, the memory of the kiss returning to her. “Well, I guess she’s a somewhat better kisser, but you’re better looking.”
Kitten Girl moves away from the Seductress’s embrace.
“When I find my way out, I promise I’ll come back to free you and everyone else Mistress Misty has enslaved,” affirms Kitten Girl.
As Kitten Girl leaves the room and runs down another hallway, she thinks to herself, Yeah, I was tied up and that Harem Girl, I think that was her name, kissed me. I remember now. Aside from the Seductress, that was the only time I enjoyed being kissed by a girl. Oh, that kiss! As much as I hate to admit it, I kind of wish Harem Girl would kiss me again. That may well have been the best kiss I’ve received. And it was from a girl! Wow, I could really use a man right now, I’m going nuts. But how did I escape, again? I must’ve untied myself at some point when their guard was down. Well, I am trained in ninjitsu after all!
Suddenly, Kitten Girl hears what sounds like snake charming music and freezes in her tracks.
“Where’s that music coming from?” she asks the air. “It’s strangely compelling.”
Kitten Girl wanders in the music’s direction, following various corridors until she enters a large room filled with baskets; some small, some large enough for a person to fit into. In the centre of the room is a harem slave girl playing a snake charmer flute. This isn’t Harem Girl, but one of Mistress Misty’s other possessions dressed in a slave girl uniform. The woman sees Kitten Girl and lowers her flute.
“You’re Kitten Girl, huh?” she says. “I’m the Charmer.”
“How do you know who I am?” Kitten Girl asks apprehensively.
“Everyone here knows you,” the Charmer states. “You’re Mistress Misty’s new pet. She told me all about you. She really likes you. I haven’t seen her this infatuated with a new slave before.”
“I’m no pet!” exclaims Kitten Girl. “And I’m certainly no slave!”
The Charmer giggles. “Sure you are. It’s okay, I belong to the Mistress too. We’re both a couple of her animals kept in the same cage. Now, why don’t you be a good slave and dance for me?”
“Why don’t you dance?” Kitten Girl angrily ripostes. “I’m getting the heck out of here!”
Kitten Girl turns and begins to storm away. The Charmer places her flute to her lips and plays a sweet melody. Kitten Girl stops in her tracks and screws up her expression. She places the palm of her hand against her forehead as though she has a headache. Kitten Girl’s hips begin to sway. She places her hand on her stomach. A smile moves across Kitten Girl’s lips and she turns around, her eyes closed, her head back, and her back arched. She sways and swivels her body slowly and seductively, placing her hands up behind her head, entranced by the music. Soon, the Charmer stops playing, breaking the spell. Kitten Girl stops dancing, a confused look washing over her face.
“Why were you dancing?” asks the Charmer, knowing fully well what the answer is.
“Um, I don’t know, I guess I just felt like dancing,” Kitten Girl naïvely replies, vainly trying to rationalize what had happened.
“I thought you were going to escape?” remarks the Charmer, trying not to laugh.
“Well, it was a nice melody you were playing, so I thought I’d dance,” Kitten Girl pathetically attempts to explain.
“But if I play again, you won’t dance, right?” the Charmer says smugly.
“That’s right,” confirms Kitten Girl, turning again to leave.
The Charmer plays her flute again. Poor Kitten Girl again becomes enthralled by the music. Her hips gyrate as she’s filled with feelings of bliss and subservience. While playing the flute, the Charmer rapidly snaps her fingers once at Kitten Girl and draws her attention to the flute. She sways the flute from side to side, catching Kitten Girl’s dreamy, blissful gaze, making her head bob and her body sway along with the hypnotic flute. The Charmer does this for several seconds before stopping so she can gloat over her dominance of the cat slave.
Kitten Girl shakes her head as she comes back to herself. Her expression is that of disbelief and disorientation. “Wha? I don’t understand,” she blurts out at first, and then her expression changes to one of anger and sadness. “What did you do to me!” she shouts, beginning to cry.
The Charmer gives a smug smile. “The reason the Mistress named me ‘the Charmer’ is because not only can I charm snakes, a number of which I have in some of these baskets-” she says, gesturing to the baskets in the room. “-but also because I have the bizarre ability to charm girls as well, as you can see from the larger baskets.”
“There are girls in those things?” queries a shocked Kitten Girl. “That’s monstrous!”
“Not necessarily,” the Charmer defends. “They’re sleeping soundly and they don’t complain. They’re very cozy in there. You see, certain melodies I play have a very hypnotic effect on any girl or girls I choose. I can charm any number of serpents or girls. I can charm them to the point where I have complete control over them and can make them do as I command. The only one who I can’t charm is Mistress Misty. In fact, when I tired, she snatched my flute away and then used it to charm me.”
Kitten Girl wipes away her tears and gives a pathetic look of mock defiance. “Ha! You really expect me to believe that! No one is so weak that they can be controlled by some flute!”
“Well, at the risk of sounding repetitive, why were you dancing?” questions the Charmer. “You said you weren’t going to do it this time.”
“I - I,” a confused Kitten Girl stammers. “I - just like music. I like to dance sometimes.”
Obviously, Kitten Girl is desperately grasping at some very thin straws.
“Wow, how old are you?” sarcastically remarks the Charmer. “You must be incredibly stupid. You told me that you weren’t going to dance, and yet you did, and you followed all of my musical instructions like a good little musically mesmerized slave girl. Just get it in your empty head that I control you when I play the flute! I control your mind and I control your body! And further more,” she adds sweetly. “I’m going to keep controlling you.”
Kitten Girl is utterly devastated. She falls to her knees, her hands over her face, sobbing uncontrollably. “Please! Please stop tormenting me! I’m begging you!”
“Come on! How do you think you ‘escaped’ from Mistress Misty? She let you go, you idiot!” the Charmer harshly informs. “She had you completely under her control. You were so obedient it would’ve been funny if it weren’t already so pathetic! No one has ever caved to mind control and brainwashing like you did. She hypnotized you into thinking you had escaped.”
“No! That’s not true!” cries Kitten Girl. “Oh please, please stop torturing me!”
“Just give in,” the Charmer says, this time in a softer tone. “Give in to the Mistress, to me, to the music.”
The Charmer places the flute to her lips again.
“No, please don’t!” Kitten Girl begs in vain.
The Charmer ignores her, of course, and plays the same entrancing melody yet again. Kitten Girl suddenly ceases sobbing and stands up, only to dance and sway and swivel again. She slowly churns her hips to the music, completely under the Charmer’s control and having totally forgotten why she was ever crying in the first place.
Meanwhile, back in the monitor room, Mistress Misty and two of her favourite slaves, Belly Dancer and Harem Girl, watch with great pleasure and arousal as the Charmer weaves her spell over poor, weak Kitten Girl.
“It’s intoxicating to watch her dance,” comments Harem Girl. “She almost dances as well as you, Belly Dancer.”
The two slaves sit in front of the main monitor. Misty walks up behind them and places a hand on the backs of their heads. She turns the girls’ heads so they are looking right into each others’ eyes; they offer no resistance to this.
“Now be a couple of good little girls and gaze into each others’ eyes,” Misty commands. “Gaze deeper. You’re both very aroused right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” they both reply in unison.
“You very much enjoy staring at each other,” Misty continues. “And want very badly to kiss each other. In fact, you want to do a lot more than that. So why don’t you?” Misty removes her hands. “Make love to each other - now.”
The two girls amorously embrace. They kiss each other deeply while undressing each other. The two girls are soon naked. Belly Dancer gently kisses Harem Girl down her chest, her tummy, and finally between her thighs. Belly Dancer slowly licks her there for a few minutes before they change places and Harem Girl services Belly Dancer. Belly Dancer’s mind is nearly shattered by Harem Girl’s superhuman ability to give pleasure. During this, Misty runs a white feather up and down Belly Dancer’s chest, stomach, and back, adding to her stimulation.
“Turn your head and keep watching the monitor,” Misty orders a compliant Belly Dancer. “Watch poor Kitten Girl’s body writhe under the control of the Charmer. This adds to the intense pleasure you now feel.”
Belly Dancer moans out loud, barely able to stand the sensation. Her face is flushed and her eyes are tired and moist. Her breathing is heavy. Mistress Misty places down the feather and slides in behind Belly Dancer, running her hands up and down the front of the slave girl’s body, kissing the side of her face, only pausing to say, “Keep watching, slave. Keep watching Kitten Girl.”
All of this continues for nearly an hour, with Belly Dancer climaxing numerous times. Tears streaming down her cheeks, Belly Dancer finally has to beg Misty for rest. Misty intentionally waits a few more seconds and then calls down to the area where the Charmer and Kitten Girl are and, on an unseen speaker, tells her to allow Kitten Girl to stop dancing for a bit. After this, Misty commands Harem Girl to stop pleasuring Belly Dancer, even though Harem Girl could easily continue for hours on end. Belly Dancer is now moaning and panting heavily, on her hands and knees in complete submission to Mistress Misty. Tears keep streaming down her docile face due to the intense sensation she was subjected to.
“You always could move her to tears,” Misty says to Harem Girl.
“Why won’t you let me do that to you?” asks an eager-to-please Harem Girl.
“I told you, I want to wait, it’ll feel better,” informs Misty.
When the Charmer finally stops playing, Kitten Girl falls to her knees, exhausted.
“How long was I dancing?” wearily asks Kitten Girl.
“Nearly an hour this time,” the Charmer tells her. “See how easy it is to control you?”
Kitten Girl gulps and her eyes well up. “Yes, ma’am,” she says in utter defeat.
“That’s a good girl,” the Charmer says condescendingly. “You now remember your place and will be much more servile from now on.”
“Yes, ma’am,” again responds Kitten Girl in a meek voice.
“Remove your bra and panties, but leave everything else on,” commands the Charmer.
With a great deal of sadness, Kitten Girl obeys and is soon naked except for the cat’s ears hair braid, the gloves, the boots, and of course, the cat collar. She stands before the Charmer, naked and humiliated, her eyes cast downward in submission. The Charmer slinks up to Kitten Girl and traces one finger down the naked slave’s chest and tummy, circling her bellybutton once and stopping just where the fur between her hips lies.
Kitten Girl looks up, her eyes moist and filled with sorrow. She meets the Charmer’s smug gaze, and softly says, “What will you do with me now, ma’am?”
The Charmer then walks over to one of the baskets, a large one, picks up the lid, and says, “Get in.”
Fear washes over Kitten Girl’s face. “Is there a snake in there?”
“Oh, yes,” the Charmer replies. “I’m gonna make you dance with her.”
“I, uh, don’t really like snakes,” Kitten Girl nervously states.
“Good,” the Charmer remarks. “It’ll be more humiliating for you. Speaking of which, did you know that Mistress Misty is watching and recording all of this? Don’t bother looking for the cameras, you won’t find them. She’s planning to show what I’ve done and am going to do to you to everyone in her harem. And she’ll make you watch as well, adding to your humiliation.”
Kitten Girl sobs. “Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to you?”
The Charmer shrugs. “Nothing. You’re a good girl who probably doesn’t deserve this, but it’s just so much fun humiliating you. Now get in the basket like a good slave.”
Kitten Girl pitifully submits to the Charmer’s will and gets inside the basket. The python in the basket coils itself around her ankles, forcing her legs together. Now standing in the basket, Kitten Girl feels the snake slithering around her legs.
“Ohhhh, I don’t like this!” Kitten Girl whines, shaking her arms a bit.
The Charmer plays another hypnotic melody on her flute and Kitten Girl immediately goes into a trance. Her expression becomes slack as she places her hands up over her head and churns her hips while remaining in place. The python slithers around Kitten Girl’s thighs, up to her hips, and then to her tummy. Another girl slinks out of a nearby basket with a python of her own resting on her shoulders. This girl is Chinese and is dressed in a green bikini and green thigh-high stockings. This is Serpent Girl. She sensually walks, her hips swaying as she does so, over to the mesmerized Kitten Girl. She seductively holds out her arm in front of the hypnotized cat girl. The snake resting on her shoulders slithers along her arm to the tips of her fingers and makes eye contact with Kitten Girl. Serpent Girl sways her arm from side to side before Kitten Girl’s helpless eyes. Kitten Girl’s head bobs, following the snake resting on Serpent Girl’s arm. The python in the basket continues slithering and coiling its way up Kitten Girl’s body, wrapping itself over her chest now, caressing her breasts. When the snake makes its way to Kitten Girl’s neck, the Charmer stops playing. Serpent Girl and Kitten Girl come out of hypnosis. Kitten Girl remains completely frozen with fear of the snake wrapped around her body.
“Eeee, get it off me!” Kitten Girl fearfully whines.
“Just relax, Kitten Girl,” coaxes the Charmer. “It won’t hurt you. You’re going to have to learn to like snakes here. Isn’t that right, Serpent Girl?”
“Yes, ma’am,” replies Serpent Girl, allowing the snake on her shoulders to slither off and go back into its basket.
“That’s a good girl,” the Charmer tells Serpent Girl. “Why don’t you play with Kitten Girl for a while?”
“Yes, ma’am,” complies Serpent Girl. “Alright, Kitten Girl, I’m gonna be real nice to you, okay?”
Kitten Girl nods nervously, her eyes trying to see where the python is on her body.
“Don’t worry,” says a comforting Serpent Girl. “The snake won’t move anymore.”
“Can’t you make it get off me?” rapidly inquires Kitten Girl.
“I can,” informs Serpent Girl. “But I won’t. You must get used to it.”
And then with a smirk, Serpent Girl playfully runs her fingers over the various exposed areas of Kitten Girl’s body. She alternates between arousing Kitten Girl and tickling her. Poor Kitten Girl wants to squirm, but is too afraid to, and instead makes slight moaning and whining sounds.
“You’re really scared, huh?” says Serpent Girl sympathetically, and then uncoils the python from Kitten Girl’s body. “You can get out of the basket now.”
Kitten Girl nervously steps out of the basket. She hugs Serpent Girl. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! Snakes really scare the heck out of me.”
“Then don’t I scare you?” asks Serpent Girl, making eye contact with Kitten Girl. “I may not be a snake, but I am similar in some ways.”
“What do you mean?” says Kitten Girl, screwing up her face. “I don’t find you scary.” Her tone becomes dreamier sounding with each spoken word. “Actually, looking into your eyes right now, you seem - very captivating.”
“I possess a snake’s hypnotic abilities,” states Serpent Girl, beginning to slowly sway her head and body from side to side, like a cobra.
Kitten Girl, of course, also sways with Serpent Girl in perfect synchronization.
“You see?” remarks Serpent Girl, her voice sweet and hypnotic like her swaying. “And now you’re completely in my power.”
“Yes, mistress,” subserviently replies Kitten Girl, her voice almost a whisper. “I will obey you.”
“Don’t call me ‘mistress,’” orders Serpent Girl. “Only Mistress Misty can be called ‘mistress.’ Call me ‘ma’am’ instead.”
“Yes, ma’am,” says Kitten Girl, correcting herself.
“Yes, that’s a good, sexy, submissive girl,” Serpent Girl coos. “Now just continue to sway along with me. That’s right. Completely mesmerized. Completely hypnotized. Completely under my control.”
The two girls sway together for a few more minutes with the Charmer watching them, enjoying herself immensely. Serpent Girl then slinks her arms around Kitten Girl’s waist, pulls her close, and kisses her repeatedly.
“Now why don’t you get down on your knees?” suggests Serpent Girl, playfully brushing Kitten Girl’s bangs.
“Yes, ma’am,” responds Kitten Girl, slowly moving into a kneeling position.
Serpent Girl begins to move her body in a sort of s-curve fashion. Her motions are similar to the slithering movement of a snake. Kitten Girl’s gaze follows Serpent Girl’s constantly curving body. Serpent Girl then moves her hands up behind her back and undoes her top. Soon, she also removes her bikini bottom and leans down and places her hands behind Kitten Girl’s head.
“That’s it,” coaxes Serpent Girl, pulling Kitten Girl forward. “Just lean forward.”
Kitten Girl, her eyelids drooping, leans in and gently kisses Serpent Girl between her thighs. Serpent Girl’s eyes close as she leans back her head in pleasure.
“Mmm, do that again,” Serpent Girl blissfully commands.
Deep under hypnosis, Kitten Girl kisses Serpent Girl’s soft vagina over and over again before she gently starts licking. After a few minutes of this, the Japanese schoolgirl with the lollipop enters the room. She sits next to the Charmer and the two watch the girls pleasure each other.
“When can I have her?” asks the schoolgirl.
“Soon, Mayaka-chan,” the Charmer informs. “Wait until Serpent Girl is done playing with her.”
“It’s gonna be fun,” Mayaka playfully states. “Wow, look at her! Are you sure Kitten Girl doesn’t like girls?” Mayaka pauses for a moment to gaze at Kitten Girl’s sensuous love making to Serpent Girl. “Anyway, it’ll be fun taking her to school. You wanna be a teacher?”
“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” the Charmer replies.
“Do you think this will be the first all girl hypnosis school?” asks Mayaka.
“Who knows?” remarks the Charmer. “But Kitten Girl will make a great student.”
And at that point, Serpent Girl climaxes. She falls to her knees in pleasure, opens her eyes wearily, and kisses Kitten Girl before stroking her hair and coaxing her to sleep.
“I think Serpent Girl is done with her,” the Charmer comments.
Mayaka walks over to Serpent Girl and tells her of her intentions towards Kitten Girl. Serpent Girl smiles and asks if she can be a student. Mayaka excitedly says “yes” and the three girls carry Kitten Girl out of the room. In our next issue: we find out what this strange “hypnosis school” is, so remember to reserve your copy of Issue 3 coming soon!