Kitten Girl awakes in a small room. It is decorated pink like everything else at the harem. Only Kitten Girl and Harem Girl – who is now dressed in a skimpy schoolgirl uniform – are in the room.

“You awake yet, sleepyhead?” Harem Girl sweetly asks. “You gotta get up. You’re already late for school.”

“School?” Kitten Girl sleepily asks.

“Yeah, see the clock?” Harem Girl says while holding up a pocket watch. “We’re already five minutes late because you slept in. Now come on, we gotta hurry!”

“Where am I?” wearily asks Kitten Girl.

“Don’t be stupid!” Harem Girl chastises. “Look at you, you’re not even dressed!”

Kitten Girl looks down at her body to find out that she’s completely naked save for the cat’s collar.

“Oh my gosh!” Kitten Girl exclaims.

“Here, put on your uniform,” Harem Girl rapidly states, while wrapping a pleated micro skirt around Kitten Girl’s hips.

“Shouldn’t I wear underwear, or something?” Kitten Girl asks. “That’s such a short skirt. Don’t I have a longer one? What if it flies up or something?”

“Well, then you’ll give the other schoolgirls a thrill,” informs Harem Girl, finishing dressing Kitten Girl. “They’re all such perverts, anyway, like I’m one to talk.”

Harem Girl kisses Kitten Girl on her lips for a split second. “Now let’s go.”

A confused Kitten Girl is dragged out the door by Harem Girl. They run down what seems to be a long hallway before reaching another set of doors.

“Okay,” says Harem Girl, upon entering into another room. “This is the school lobby. It’s your first day so you wait here while I go in. One of the other students will come out here to inform you of procedure and boring stuff like that.”

“I don’t even remember enrolling at this school,” remarks Kitten Girl.

“Well, you can ask the girl you’re about to meet any questions,” informs Harem Girl. “I gotta go to class.”

Harem Girl runs out of the room, leaving Kitten Girl to wait about a minute before Mayaka walks in.

“Hey you seem familiar,” says Kitten Girl.

“I’m here to take you to class,” Mayaka states. “I like your uniform.”

“It’s so skimpy though,” Kitten Girl whines. “And I’m not wearing underwear. Oh, why did I tell you that?”

Mayaka lifts up Kitten Girl’s skirt for a second.

“Don’t!” whines Kitten Girl some more, brushing her skirt back down.

“That’s so nice,” Mayaka compliments.

Kitten Girl blushes. “What kind of school is this?”

Instead of answering, Mayaka holds up her oversized lollipop and says, “You wanna lick?”

Kitten Girl shakes her head.

“Oh come on,” pleads Mayaka, slowly moving the candy-spiralled lollipop in circles before Kitten Girl’s eyes. “It’s so pretty, isn’t it?”

Kitten Girl’s eyes follow the lollipop, her gaze glazing over.

“Here,” Mayaka says, now holding out the lollipop. “Have a lick.”

Kitten Girl licks the lollipop.

“Lick it again,” orders Mayaka.

Kitten Girl does so.

“Lick, lick, lick, lick. . . .” Mayaka says this over and over, and each time she says it Kitten Girl takes another lick.

Mayaka slowly moves the lollipop away from the hypnotized Kitten Girl and leans in toward her, all the while saying, “Lick, lick, lick. . . .” Mayaka opens her mouth and kisses her slave. She reaches up Kitten Girl’s skirt, gently fondling her bare bottom. Mayaka eventually takes Kitten Girl by the hand and leads her to class.

“You’re late, Kitten Girl,” says the teacher, who is actually the Seductress. “Stay after class.”

Mayaka leads Kitten Girl to her seat in the classroom.

“Okay, let’s get started,” says the Seductress. “In case you don’t know by now, this school is about hypnosis and mind control and this class will determine how good of a slave you are. I’m going to need a volunteer.” The Seductress looks over at a cute blonde-haired girl. “How ‘bout you, sweetie? Come over here.”

The girl stands up and walks over to her teacher.

“Has anyone told you that you bear a striking resemblance to Hilary Duff?” the Seductress asks the girl, who nods in response. “I’m not familiar with everyone yet, could you tell me your name?”

“Actually it’s Hilary,” the cute girl responds. “Hilary Hart.”

“Your name’s actually Hilary, is it?” the Seductress replies. “That’s a coincidence. You look just like her. Any relation?”

Hilary shakes her head.

“Huh, well, anyway, I’m gonna use you for a demonstration. Now I’m not going to use any watches or crystals this time – you don’t have to look at anything – all I want you to do is cuddle close to me -” the Seductress says while slinking her left arm around Hilary’s waist, placing her hand on the girl’s stomach, and moving her right arm around so she can stroke Hilary’s soft blonde hair. The Seductress tilts Hilary’s head into her bosom, all the while holding the sexy girl very close to her body and constantly stroking her hair. “- and listen to my voice. Listen closely, Hilary. Think about how warm my body is. Feel my chest and tummy move up and down as I breathe. You feel very relaxed now. Relaxing deeper and deeper. You can feel your eyes closing. All you want to do is rest.”

Hilary’s eyes close as she surrenders. Kitten Girl also happens to nod off.

“Such a good girl,” coos the Seductress. “And now you’re my slave. You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hilary sweetly replies.

“You may open your eyes,” the Seductress tells Hilary. “You too, Kitten Girl.”

Hilary and Kitten Girl open their eyes. The other girls laugh at Kitten Girl for being hypnotized by something that wasn’t meant for her.

“Settle down, class. Okay, Hilary,” the Seductress continues. “Kiss me.”

And with that, the two girls kiss deeply and sensuously, after which they are both breathing heavily.

“As much as I hate to say this, Hilary,” the Seductress says. “You’ll have to go back to your seat now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hilary says as she moves back to her desk.

The bell rings, informing students that the next class is about to commence.

“Okay, well I guess that means that this class is dismissed,” states the Seductress. “You’re next class is down the hall with the Charmer as your instructor. Kitten Girl, you stay, I’ll later tell the Charmer why you’ll be late.”

The girls leave the room and Kitten Girl sits sheepishly at her desk. The Seductress sits atop Kitten Girl’s desk, looking down at her.

“Alright, Kitten Girl,” she says. “So why were you late?”

“I don’t know,” Kitten Girl remarks nervously, her eyes cast downward.

“I can’t have you showing up late to my class,” the Seductress chastises, reaching for a glass of water that happens to be on her front desk. “You must have slept in by mistake, because I know that you’d never be disobedient and arrive late on purpose. You’re a slave, Kitten Girl, a piece of property. I know how submissive you are.”

The Seductress slowly pours the cool water down the front of Kitten Girl’s white school shirt, making her breasts visible. Tears roll down Kitten Girl’s cheeks from humiliation.

“That nice,” comments the Seductress. “I like that. You look so humiliated, but you’re aroused too, aren’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kitten Girl meekly responds.

“Of course you are,” the Seductress smugly states. “You’re not to show up late at my class again, understand? I’m going to punish you now. Stand up.”

“You won’t hurt me, will you?” Kitten Girl says while standing up.

“Of course not,” the Seductress assures. “No one will hurt you. You’re so silly.” The Seductress walks to her desk and pulls a camera from a drawer. “I like how you look now, so pathetic. Keep your eyes cast downward.” She continuously takes pictures of Kitten Girl. “That’s right, nice and submissive. You really like to cry, don’t you? Poor girl. Pout a bit. That’s nice. I’m gonna circulate these around the school.”

Kitten Girl cries some more. “Please don’t, ma’am. I’m a good girl. I won’t be late again.”

The Seductress smiles as she puts the camera down and pulls two other objects from her desk – a motorized spiral and a small shiny object. “You know, to be honest, I really don’t care that much that you were late. I just wanna play with you is all. You’re the hottest girl in the school, you know that? Now come here.”

The Seductress positions Kitten Girl so she’s standing facing the spiral. She picks up a white cat’s ears hair braid and places it on Kitten Girl’s head. “You look better this way,” she says as she clicks on the motorized spiral. “Watch the spiral, Kitten Girl.”

Kitten Girl becomes immediately entranced by the spiral. The Seductress makes the slave girl bend over onto the desk and then places the shiny object – actually a small vibrator – over her middle finger.

“This is gonna feel really good, Kitten Girl,” the Seductress says to the hypnotized slave as she very gently inserts the vibrator into Kitten Girl’s bottom.

Kitten Girl moans as one would expect.

“You like that,” the Seductress remarks more as a command than as an observation. “I’m gonna tell about how Mistress Misty acquired me. I could always seduce anyone I wanted, which is great because I really love sex. I got a job as a secretary in some big office building, but I was a terrible secretary. In reality, they hired me to be an office plaything, but they gave me the position of ‘secretary’ for legal purposes. So basically I was a glorified prostitute. I told you I could seduce anyone, and I mean anyone – men and women. It didn’t matter what their sexual orientation was, somehow they all wanted me. So my job was like an endless sex session, which, for me, was great. Everyone was really nice to me too; really sweet and gentle. In some ways, the women – the straight women – were the most fun because they never understood why they had sexual feelings for a girl. It’s something I’m gifted with, I guess. I’d always tell them not to think too much about it and just enjoy themselves. I was always discreet about these things. I was eventually even given my own office; a place where I could have my sessions with other employees.

“So one day, I walk into my office, and there’s Mistress, or perhaps I should say Principal Misty, sitting on my desk. She was dressed in her usual skimpy dominatrix costume. I was so hot for her. I excitedly asked if she was a new employee, not that it would have mattered, I’d have had sex with her either way. She told me her name was ‘Mistress Misty’ and that she was my new owner. I naïvely asked if I was to be moved to another office building and she responded by asking me if I’d ever been hypnotized. Well, I said no, and then she placed this toy on the desk in front of me. It was one of those ball clacky thingies they usually use to decorate offices with. She told me she was gonna hypnotize me and brainwash me and take me away to her harem and keep me as a slave. For a second I just stood there in my incredibly skimpy ‘businesswoman’s uniform’ staring in disbelief. I asked her if she was kidding and she replied really sweetly, ‘Not at all, you’re mine now.’ She then told me to get on my knees, which I did. Why did I kneel? Well, I found the idea of being dominated by some hot girl really exciting, I guess. She’s got a voice where you just wanna do as she tells you.

“So there I am on my knees and I’m thinking, ‘Is this sweet dominatrix girl really gonna brainwash me?’ And then she starts those ball clackers. First the one on the left swings, then the one on the right. Then the left, then the right, and my eyes are totally focused on them, much like how your eyes are right now focused on the spiral. The Mistress keeps telling me how sleepy I am and how my eyes are drooping, and its actually happening. My eyes are drooping and I am getting sleepy. And soon my eyes close and the clacking sound stops and all I can hear is her sweet, luscious voice telling me how submissive I am and how she’s my Mistress and I’m her slave, and I totally believe her. Nothing has ever made more sense to me. So once she knew she had me totally brainwashed and under her control, which didn’t take long at all, she allowed me to wake up. She then took me out of the office building and straight to her harem, and here I’ve been since. And now, let’s finish you off shall we?”

And soon Kitten Girl climaxes. The Seductress holds her close and strokes her hair.

“There, that’s a good pet,” coos the Seductress. “I’ll escort you to your next class now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” obediently replies Kitten Girl.

The Seductress walks Kitten Girl to her next “class,” which is about hypnotic induction by music taught by the Charmer. When the two girls enter the classroom, the Charmer is already demonstrating her talent on Serpent Girl, using her flute to make the blissful slave sway from side to side. After a few minutes, The Charmer removes the flute from her lips.

“And it’s just that easy,” the Charmer explains to her “students.” “I can control any girl with a snake charming flute.” She then turns to Kitten Girl. “Well, you’re late.”

“It’s okay, I kept her after class,” explains the Seductress.

“Oh, alright then,” responds the Charmer, and then continues her lesson. “Okay, Serpent Girl, you can go stand with the other girls. Let’s try someone different for this next lesson.” She pauses for a moment, looking over the other girls. “Are you Hilary Duff?”

Hilary Hart gives an embarrassed look. “No, but we share the same first name.”

“Yeah, isn’t that weird?” comments the Seductress, her arm around Kitten Girl’s shoulder.

“The resemblance is uncanny,” remarks the Charmer. “Well anyway, Hilary, why don’t you step over here in front of this basket?”

Hilary does as she’s told and stands in front of the basket.

“Now this time, I’m not going to hypnotize you with music,” informs the Charmer. “I’ll play music, but it’ll be for someone else. You see, inside the basket is a cobra. Don’t worry, she’s harmless. What I’m going to do is charm the snake out of the basket with my flute and, well, you’ll see.”

The Charmer plays her flute and lifts the lid off of the basket and the cobra inside perks her head out. Meanwhile, Kitten Girl’s head starts to bob and her eyelids droop, even though the music isn’t meant for her. The Seductress smiles and simply holds the drowsy Kitten Girl closer, fully embracing her and kissing the top of her head. Hilary’s gaze is drawn to the serpent, which begins to sway from side to side, like most charmed snakes do. Naturally, the cobra hypnotizes Hilary, who sways along with the snake, her eyes glazing over. Hilary is now in the snake’s power, completely subservient to the serpent’s every whim. The cobra’s hissing makes Hilary sleepy. Her eyelids begin to droop. If the cobra could talk, she could command Hilary to do anything. Soon, the Charmer stops playing the flute and the snake coils up back in the basket to sleep. Hilary stands still in place, breathing heavily, her eyelids still drooping.

“You’re in a deep trance, aren’t you, Hilary?” questions the Charmer.

“Yes, ma’am,” Hilary replies.

The Charmer smiles. She places her hands on Hilary’s shoulders and displays her for the rest of the class.

“And as you can see, class, Hilary is now my slave, completely receptive to my commands,” states the Charmer, placing one hand on Hilary’s back and gently rocking her from side to side. “You’re very sleepy, Hilary. Your eyes are closing, closing, closing, aaand sleep.”

Hilary’s eyes close, her head slumps forward, and her body goes limp. The Charmer holds the hypnotized girl close, tracing Hilary’s bellybutton with her forefinger.

“You are hopelessly in my power now,” the Charmer says to Hilary. “You can only hear my voice. You will only obey my voice. Soon, I’ll allow you to awaken. When you do, you’ll think that you’re a cat. Not only that, you’ll be in heat. You’ll see Kitten Girl and desperately want to pleasure her. I’m going to let you wake up now: 3, 2, 1.”

The Charmer snaps her fingers and Hilary’s eyes open. She gets down on her hands and knees and purrs like a kitten. Hilary crawls over to Kitten Girl and starts to lick her thigh. Kitten Girl looks up at the Seductress nervously.

“Go along with it,” the Seductress commands.

The brainwashed Kitten Girl has no choice but to obey. She kneels down in front of Hilary, who has a look of desire in her eyes. Hilary immediately leans in to French kiss Kitten Girl, and soon gently pushes her to floor. Hilary is on top of Kitten Girl now, softly but deeply kissing her and moving her hands up Kitten Girl’s body. The blonde cutie kisses and licks her way down Kitten Girl’s chest and tummy, and soon her head disappears under the folds in Kitten Girl’s ridiculously short pleated schoolgirl skirt. Kitten Girl can feel Hilary’s soft warm tongue playfully pleasuring her down there and moans in an aroused and confused manner.

“Ohhhh, this isn’t right,” moans Kitten Girl, stroking Hilary’s long blonde hair while being pleasured. “I don’t like girls.”

“But it feels so good, doesn’t it?” asks the Seductress.

Kitten Girl, her face flushed, her eyes moist, nods. The rest of the class is aroused and pairs off, stroking and kissing each other, which soon leads to sex. Hilary continually brings Kitten Girl to the point where she’s about to climax and then stops servicing her, only to lick and kiss Kitten Girl’s tummy for a few minutes before continuing servicing her. She repeats this process for the duration of the class, while the rest of the classmates engage in group sex. As the class is about to end, Hilary finally allows Kitten Girl to climax, which by this moment is an overpowering sensation for her. Kitten Girl and Hilary Hart then lay next to each other on the floor, exhausted. The other girls have also finished pleasuring each other. The Charmer moves over to Hilary, sits the purring girl up, and swings a pocket watch before her eyes.

“Sleepy, sleepier, sleep,” commands the Charmer.

Once again, Hilary’s eyes close and her head tilts forward as she surrenders.

“And once again you’re human,” says the Charmer. “And you’re ready to go to your next class as soon as you awaken.”

The Charmer counts down again and snaps her fingers. Hilary awakens and the bell rings. The students all leave and move to their next class. This time it’s gym class. The instructor is Belly Dancer, still wearing her namesake costume.

“Okay, girls,” Belly Dancer begins. “Welcome to gym class. The change room is to your left. Inside, you will find the change area which consists of padded benches and a number of small cubby-holes above them. Each cubby-hole has a name printed on it. Your cubby-hole will have your name on it. Inside each cubby-hole are your gym clothes, which you are to change into. Further inside the change area is the shower area, which you will all use later. Now, go get changed.”

The girls enter the change room and take their gym clothes out of their cubby-holes. The clothes consist of a pair of runners, a white tank top, and a pair of white skimpy shorts.

“Is that all?” whines Kitten Girl. “Why do the outfits always have to be so revealing?”

“This coming from a girl who’s ‘superheroine’ costume consisted of a pair of lace panties and a bra?” Belly Dancer comments.

“Well, that was different,” Kitten Girl tries to explain. “It was a superhero outfit. It might have been a bit revealing, but my intentions were innocent. I mean, there was nothing sexual about it. I had to wear something formfitting and I was working under cover of night and, well - I never intended it to be sexual, it’s just all I had that could’ve been used for a superhero costume, is all.”

“Gosh, you’re dumb,” remarks Belly Dancer. “Now get changed and come out here.”

Belly Dancer leaves the change room. Kitten Girl lowers her gaze in sadness.

“She doesn’t have to be so mean,” Kitten Girl thinks out loud, pouting a bit.

The cat slave girl then undresses, the other girls in the room watching her with giddy smiles. She puts on the shorts and the tank top and the runners. Most of the other girls have already changed and left the room at this point. Mayaka walks up to Kitten Girl.

“You’re wearing the tank top wrong,” Mayaka states, displaying how she and the others are wearing their tops. “Here, let me fix it.”

Mayaka takes hold of Kitten Girl’s low-cut tank top and ties the bottom. She ties it so that it ends just under Kitten Girl’s breasts, showing off a lot of midriff.

“There, that’s better,” says Mayaka, playfully tracing her forefinger down Kitten Girl’s tummy.

“But it’s practically a bikini!” complains Kitten Girl. “Look at how much cleavage is showing!”

“Yeah, not to mention yours legs, back, and tummy,” observes Mayaka. “You’re really hot. Now stop whining and come on.”

Mayaka takes Kitten Girl by the hand and leads her out of the change room and back into the gymnasium.

“Well, it’s about time you got out of there,” says Belly Dancer holding a water bottle. “Now get back in line.”

Kitten Girl and Mayaka get into line. Belly Dancer takes a drink from her water bottle and then sprays water on the front of Kitten Girl’s white, cotton, tied up tank top.

Kitten Girl gives a shocked expression. “Why?” she asks, tears of embarrassment welling up.

“Because this’ll make the class go by much easier,” Belly Dancer replies. “You have such nice breasts. It’s good to show them off.” Belly Dancer then changes the subject. “Now, girls, I’m gonna work you hard in this class. You’ll be doing laps, pushups, sit-ups. I’ll also be teaching you belly dancing, cheerleading, and wrestling. Okay, let’s start with some laps.”

Belly Dancer makes the girls do fifty laps around the gym, and then two hundred pushups and sit-ups. She then gives each girl a hula-hoop and makes them do hip-swivelling exercises with them. By now, sweat is pouring down the girls.

“Come on, girls, let’s see those hips swivel,” orders Belly Dancer. “You’ve gotta be able to gyrate for Principal Misty. Kitten Girl, you’re doing an excellent job.”

“Thank you,” says Kitten Girl, moving her hips in perfect gyration, synchronizing herself with the spinning hula-hoop. The physical rhythm mesmerizes Kitten Girl. She stands in place constantly swivelling her hips.

After about an hour, Belly Dancer allows the girls to stop. Each girl is exhausted, their clothes soaked with sweat, their breathing heavy.

“You use the hula-hoops to learn rhythm,” Belly Dancer informs her class. “You must learn to swivel and gyrate to please Principal Misty. You’re all very tired, but we’re not finished yet. Now we’re gonna do some wrestling.” Belly Dancer holds up a cardboard box. “Everyone take one trinket from the box, everyone except you, Kitten Girl.”

Each girl, except Kitten Girl, takes one item from the box. Each item appears to be some kind of earring made of either crystal or shiny metal and shaped like a large drop of water. The girls look at the trinkets they’re holding, dangling them up to the light, nearly hypnotizing themselves.

“Put these in your pockets,” orders Belly Dancer. “You will use these for wrestling. When you wrestle, you will pin your opponent – that’s Kitten Girl – to the mat, and then use your trinkets to hypnotize her. You are then to make out with her, using her as a love slave and thoroughly humiliating her.”

Each girl giggles at the idea. Kitten Girl looks worried.

“That’s right, Kitten Girl,” says Belly Dancer. “Now come over here. Mayaka, why don’t you be Kitten Girl’s first opponent.”

“Can’t I at least try to win?” pleads Kitten Girl.

“Oh, sure,” remarks Belly Dancer, giggling. “If you think you actually have a chance, go ahead.”

The two girls get in their stances. Belly Dancer gives them the “go” signal and Mayaka pins Kitten Girl in about five seconds. Mayaka lays on top of Kitten Girl, who tries to squirm and wiggle her way out from under the Japanese cutie to no avail.

“Wow! And Mayaka used to be the weakest girl in the harem!” proclaims Belly Dancer.

Smiling, Mayaka takes the trinket out of her shorts’ pocket and dangles it before Kitten Girl’s eyes. Kitten Girl immediately stops squirming and surrenders to the shiny trinket. Completely helpless now, Kitten Girl relaxes and her breathing becomes steadier and more even.

“You’re mine,” Mayaka tells her captive. “You’re my slave. You will do my bidding whether you want to or not.”

“Yes, ma’am,” responds Kitten Girl meekly.

Mayaka leans in and kisses Kitten Girl. She makes out with her for a few minutes and then begins to slide her hand down Kitten Girl’s soft, white, cotton shorts.

“Ah ah,” cautions Belly Dancer. “Don’t have sex with her this time. Just make out with her and then let the other girls have their turn.”

Mayaka removes her hand and instead uses it to stroke the side of Kitten Girl’s head while kissing her. Mayaka continues for a couple more minutes and then another girl gets a turn. This time it’s Harem Girl, who playfully waves and mouths the word “hi” at Kitten Girl before the “match.” As before, Kitten Girl is easily pinned. Harem Girl holds up her trinket and mesmerizes Kitten Girl. They make out and the next girl, Hilary Hart, is given a turn. This continues for several hours – each girl pinning down Kitten Girl in some humiliating and sexy position, playfully pulling their trinket out of their pocket, dangling it before Kitten Girl’s helplessly docile eyes, and then using her as a love slave and continually kissing her.

“Okay, I think she’s had enough,” says Belly Dancer. “Everyone shower off.”

The girls move into the shower area and remove their clothes. An exhausted and deeply hypnotized and brainwashed Kitten Girl has to more-or-less be carried in by Harem Girl and Mayaka.

“Hold on,” says Belly Dancer, moving her hands up to Kitten Girl’s collar. “I’ll take this off of you for your shower.”

Belly Dancer removes the collar.

“How did you do that, ma’am?” meekly asks Kitten Girl.

“You’re the only one who can’t take the collar off,” informs Belly Dancer. “Principal Misty hypnotized you so you couldn’t.” She then turns to Mayaka and Harem Girl. “Okay, you two take it from here.”

Harem Girl and Mayaka undress Kitten Girl, peeling off her tank top, shoes, and hair braid.

“Come on, Kitten Girl,” says Harem Girl, pulling off Kitten Girl’s shorts – the last of her clothing. “You’re going into the shower. We’ll soap you down.”

They lead Kitten Girl into the shower and pour warm water down her body and then gently run soft soap all over her.

“There,” says Mayaka. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” replies the weak and dominated Kitten Girl. “I will obey.”

The two girls giggle as they clean Kitten Girl’s supple naked body. After the shower, the girls dress Kitten Girl back into her skimpy schoolgirl uniform – as well as her cat’s ears hair braid and collar – and then get dressed themselves.

“Will we be learning belly dancing tomorrow, ma’am?” Mayaka asks Belly Dancer before leaving class with Harem Girl and Kitten Girl.

“Maybe,” replies Belly Dancer. “We’ll see what we have time for.”

“Okay, see you,” Mayaka says cheerfully, waving goodbye.

Mayaka and Harem Girl walk Kitten Girl out of the class and take her back “home” (which is really another large room in the harem). Mayaka sits Kitten Girl on a nearby bed and cups the back of her head. Kitten Girl is now directly facing Mayaka’s stomach.

“Okay, Kitten Girl,” says Mayaka. “Look at my bellybutton ring.”

Kitten Girl stares at Mayaka’s shining bellybutton ring. The ring moves every time Mayaka breathes – in and out, in and out. The glittering ring steals Kitten Girl’s will. She can hear Mayaka telling her things, like how sleepy she is. Kitten Girl’s eyes begin to close. Mayaka tells Kitten Girl that she has no will and no mind. All Kitten Girl will do is what Mayaka tells her, and now Mayaka is telling her to sleep. Kitten Girl’s eyes close, she looks sweet and helpless. Mayaka gently lays Kitten Girl onto the bed and lets her sleep. Both Mayaka and Harem Girl then lay on either side of Kitten Girl. Mayaka strokes Kitten Girl’s tummy while Harem Girl strokes the cat slave’s thighs. In a few minutes, all three girls are deeply asleep. End of Issue 3.