I had finally been released from the prison that I’d been kept in for so long as an experiment. They hadn’t quite given me a real job yet, but I was pretty well free to wander wherever. They had pretty tight surveillance around the laboratory, and with me being so susceptible to obey almost any command given to me, I wasn’t exactly much of a threat.

Unfortunately, it seems that while I had been undergoing my “therapy” to become adjusted to working as a member of the faculty, my previous master had been busy. It turns out the “unnamed patient” – I guess everyone decided Roshen was just inappropriate – had escaped from confinement and had somehow figured out a way to remain in the lab without being seen on the CCTV. Worse yet, it seems that whatever they had done to him before he escaped had made him very violent, so security was on high alert to locate him as soon as possible.

My mind was busy elsewhere, though, as I continued to try and figure out what all the business with James and Jennifer O’Shea was. I still hadn’t seen James since he walked out of the room, and I discovered that being free to roam really didn’t help that empty feeling that continued to pull at my insides. I had a sneaking suspicion it was really just a desire for a companionship I’d been unable to find, and I considered asking Doctor Whitmore for her opinion. I got the feeling she might take offense to the idea that I wasn’t happy with her.

Of course, this never seemed to be an issue. Even while I was wandering the hallways, mulling my thoughts over in my mind, Doctor Whitmore approached me. “Follow me.”

I nodded slowly. “Yes, Mistress…” I had grown accustomed to her commands, so I just naturally slipped into a submissive state with her.

Thankfully, she’d learned to become a little less modest about asking for what she wanted. She took me by the hand and led me down the hallway to the faculty sleeping quarters and straight to her room. I smiled inwardly, because I knew she wouldn’t be in this kind of a hurry with me unless she was looking for sex. Or, at least, that’s what I hoped.

She didn’t disappoint. She pulled me into the room, closed the door, and shoved me back onto the bed. “Touch yourself for a little bit, I’m going to go change…” She winked at me, then slipped into the little side bathroom.

My thoughts turned to what she might be changing into, as I scooted up onto the bed, lied flat on my back, then brought both my hands up to my breasts. I knew what she really meant was to try and get myself worked up for her, and I had no difficulty doing so.

I closed my eyes as my tail started to twitch back and forth across the bed. I licked my lips, purring softly as I started imagining her in very little clothing. I imagined her letting her hands roam my body for me, and as I did, I shifted my own palms from massaging my chest to running down my sides. I started touching myself all over, stroking and letting my palms just glide down, caressing myself and enjoying the feel of my fur.

Then I imagined her as looking like me, covered in those little layers of fur, and having all those little subtle feline traits to her, and I let out something between a moan and a mewl. I smiled, allowing my teeth to show a little, as I imagined my mistress gliding on top of me, and pinning my wrists to my side, rubbing her body against mine and meowing in desperation.

I set my arms at my side, almost able to feel the pressure holding them there, as I started to writhe against the bed – I wasn’t even being touched, but I could picture it so clearly in my mind in my tranced state. My mistress would slip her tongue out and start lapping at my breasts, teasing them with her small, but quick tongue, and I twitched as I pictured it.

Then I felt a palm rest against my cheek, and I opened my eyes, to find my mistress had come back in wearing absolutely nothing. “I thought clothes would be an unwanted barrier.”

I just nodded in agreement.

“Are you ready to be my feisty little kitty?”

Mistress had planted a trigger in me a little while before, and I lost all ability to think whenever she said those three words. My body and mind immediately shifted into fuckable mode, and with a hungry rowr, I reached up and dug my claws into her back, roughly pulling her down on top of me as I immediately started kissing her. She could induce a feline heat in me with just a little phrase.

My lips roamed her face as my hands began to roam her back, finding new and different positions to hold her even tighter against me. Our breasts pressed against each other, as she slid her thighs against mine. I felt hypersensitive – every little touch excited me to grab onto her harder and to rub against her more firmly.

I flipped her onto her back and immediately mounted her, letting out another quiet roar as I started biting at her neck. I had learned to do it so it wouldn’t leave any marks, and she seemed to enjoy the small amount of pain it brought, so I kept with it. I soothed it as best as I could with more furious kissing and licking, but it was more a reaction than a real thought.

I straddled her, pulling myself back up, and ground my hips against hers. I threw my head back and let out a series of mewls and meows that mixed with moans and groans. She reached up and started massaging my breasts, flicking her fingertips over my nipples, and a haze melted over my vision. I shut my eyes, then threw myself on top of her once more.

Before I could continue, she looked up at me and said in a commanding tone, “Service me, kitty.” I was happy that she had grown accustomed to being more stern with me – not that it wasn’t a tender caring she showed for me, it was just more enjoyable for me.

Without a single thought, I quickly slid down the bed and set my palms against her hips. Normally, I would’ve worked her and teased her, but I was unstoppable at this point. I buried my face against her lips, flicking my tongue up and down the exposed part, then quickly drilled into her, exploring her depths and probing for that elusive little treasure.

She took hold of my fur tightly, gasping as I found her clit and started to suck on it, swirling my tongue around it and purring, sending vibrations through her. She started to pant quickly, apparently in such a state that she was ready for the raw pleasure I was in the mood for.

Then, all at once, she seemed to just go limp. I was allowed a brief pause before I suddenly felt the control of my mind ripped from my mistress and forced into the possession of someone else. My eyes rolled up as I collapsed onto the floor. I caught a brief glimpse of my previous master and a feeling of despair washed over me.

I wasn’t left to it for long before I was quickly on my knees, performing oral once again, but this time with my new master’s cock down my throat. I felt violated – I had been abandoned by him before, and now he had torn me away from a very loving mistress in order to service only his physical needs. He cared nothing for me, and although I would have died to be his toy in the past, now I felt angry towards him for treating me as such.

It burned me even more as I saw my mistress slide down the bed and spread herself for him. He quickly left me, shoving me back onto the floor as he shifted over to her. I could only imagine how much he was fucking with her mind, as I lie helpless on the ground.

My senses were all sorts of fucked up, and I had no idea what was even going on around me anymore. At some point, he turned his attention back to me, and started tearing into my mind again. He quickly started reprogramming me to once again love being his little fucktoy, and it wasn’t long before I wanted nothing more than to have him force my thoughts to gush out of me and pool on the floor in torrents.

Hardly even able to feel it from the way he was just ravaging my mind, I was only vaguely aware of him pumping into me hard, as I moaned and mewled and cooed for him to continue. I was completely separate from my body, and I knew I was just his little toy, and I had no idea how long he would use me.

It felt like forever. I was moved into all sorts of positions, flipped onto my stomach, onto my side, spread across the floor… And all through it, he never once had my mistress and I do anything with each other, and I felt desperate to somehow get close to her and try and use her for comfort to endure the pain I knew would be coming.

But then I felt a familiar presence. Although my senses were all but gone, my nose caught a scent that I was happy to smell. Somewhere, “Old Spice” registered in my mind, and I felt my master pulled from me.

Then everything very quickly went black.

I woke up in one of the infirmary beds, my head still half-swimming. I took a moment to become aware of my own thoughts again, but I had a splitting headache. I groaned, reaching up and covering my eyes – even with the lids shut, the light in the room felt awful.

“I’m glad to see you’re OK.”

James’ voice reached my ears, and it was calm and soothing to hear. “… What… Uh, where…”

“I know, I know. Just relax, I’ll tell you what happened.”

I nodded in approval, glad to simply listen while I continued to gather my wits.

“It seems our unnamed friend decided it was a good time to take revenge on you. I guess he got the notion in his head that his capture and subsequent torture had something to do with you. He hypnotized a number of the staff members and used them to get around unseen by the cameras – it seems a lot of old footage was replayed and we couldn’t tell the difference, or were too spaced out to notice.

“Luckily enough, I managed to avoid him. I decided to try and keep an eye on the staff members instead, and when I heard that before he escaped, he had mentioned Shana, I felt it wise to keep tabs on her. Well… I found him when he went after you and her.”

I shook my head slowly. “So why am I here? Why don’t I remember what happened?”

He gave a thoughtful “hmm…” before answering. “Well, it seems he had tapped into your subconscious so deeply that when he was killed, the shock of it created feedback that then hurt you, as well.”

I sat up, opening my eyes and looking over at James. “He’s dead?”

James paused as he steadily looked at me from behind his mirrored lenses. “I killed him.”

I’m not sure why, but I actually felt a little saddened by the thought. I’m sure the man James killed was not the master that I had grown so close to not so long ago. It was almost like a beloved dog had been put down because of rabies – I knew it had to be done, but it didn’t make me happy. “I… see…”

He set his hand on my shoulder. “… Get some rest, you still need a lot.”

I sat at the front desk, quietly typing away, entering data from various files that had been delivered. My tail slid back and forth along the floor as I just sort of zoned out, performing my requested duties as the new receptionist.

Doctor Whitmore leaned against the counter. “Any new patients for me?”

I glanced up. “Yeah. She’s really bizarre.” I reached over to the folder that had a sticky note attached to it that read For Shana Whitmore. “Here.”

She blinked. “Bizarre, huh? What do you mean?”

I shrugged. “Just look at the file, Doctor.”