Stray Cat Ch. 03

Part Three

"Look at the state our pet is in," Madelynn declared, rushing to Naoka's four-poster bed as she entered the room.

The Kittaran was lying sprawled out on the bed, panting and hugging a pillow to her chest.

"Explain what's happened to her," Selwyn demanded, addressing Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn had been sitting near Naoka when they had arrived and now floated anxiously near the bed. "She was bored so she started reading Terin's Great Voyage," she began. She explained what had happened with The Girl in the Mirror, going into great detail about the sexy games the two had played and then the horrible "joke" The Girl in the Mirror had made.

Naoka struggled to listen to the exchange. She was painfully in need of climax but determined not to get off without permission. Because of this the detailed description of the erotic adventure was nearly more than she could bear. I'm a good girl, she kept repeating to herself. A good girl who doesn't cum without permission.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been lying on the bed, hugging the pillow to keep her hands from getting her into trouble. One moment it felt like she'd been lying there struggling for hours, the next it felt like it had only been minutes.

One thing was clear to her: the arrival of her Mistresses was making her torment worse. Both of the women were like stunning sexual goddesses to her. Just the sight of their thick feminine curves made her want to jam her hands between her thighs and get herself in trouble.

When Madelynn had come and sat on the bed beside Naoka she'd almost broken. The woman had recognized this and grabbed hold of the Kittaran's wrists, holding them in place on the pillow on her chest.

Yet even that was a torment. The skin-on-skin contact made Naoka moan in longing, while the firmness of the woman's grip brought out the greedy submissive in her who wanted to obey so she'd be rewarded.

She realized she'd BEEN obeying and was impatient for her reward. "I've been a good girl," she whimpered pathetically to Madelynn as Gwendolyn was explaining what had happened with The Girl in the Mirror.

"Hush, little one," Madelynn told Naoka quietly as she soothed her, careful not to work her up any further. "Let Gwendolyn tell us what has happened, it's her job after all."

Naoka's furry ears perked up and she refocused her attention on Gwendolyn when the ghost girl began describing the erotic encounter she and Naoka had shared. There was a vast difference in how the girl described this encounter. Her sharing of events was much less detailed and a lot briefer, leaving out nearly anything that would hint at how emotional the encounter had been for her.

"You're hiding things from us," Selwyn accused when Gwendolyn was finished, voice cold and menacing. "Come to me, you WILL reveal your secrets."

The tone of voice she'd used shocked Naoka. That was not her sexy domineering Mistress. That was the voice of a cruel noblewoman or maybe something worse, perhaps the voice of a monster disguised as a Human letting its mask slip for a moment?

Naoka watched the ghost girl float submissively towards Selwyn, cowering as she drew near.

She looks like she expects Selwyn to strike her, Naoka thought. She'd seen that body language countless times from servants of nobles. Seeing such servants struck in anger when their service was found lacking was a common sight yet, seeing it here shocked Naoka. She'd never seen any hint that her Mistresses punished their servants in any way that wasn't welcome and part of some sexy game.

Selwyn did not strike Gwendolyn. She reached up, holding her hands on either side of the ghost girl's semi-transparent head. She held her hands there with her fingers spread and bent in like she was some vicious animal bearing claws.

Arcs of arcane energy began to spark out from her fingertips, flashing into Gwendolyn. The ghost girl groaned and whimpered in discomfort, convulsing occasionally when the bolts of arcane energy were thicker. While this happened Selwyn's eyes glowed, the same arcane energy sparking into the ghost girl illuminating her vision.

"What do her memories show you?" Madelynn asked her partner.

"Our pet didn't cum, not even once," Selwyn told her while continuing to read Gwendolyn's memories.

"You WERE a good girl," Madelynn cooed to Naoka.

Normally Naoka would have felt a rush of ecstatic pride and sensual pleasure at such praise but the sight of Gwendolyn in such discomfort was too disturbing for her to care. "You're hurting her," she blurted out. "Please, stop!"

"She must reveal her secrets," Madelynn told Naoka, gripping the girl's wrists a little tighter to convey a not-so-subtle message that she was not to try and intervene. "My dearest love will be done in a moment."

As soon as the arcane energy stopped shooting from Selwyn's hands Gwendolyn collapsed to the floor, dropping to her knees. She sunk partially through the ground, breaking the normal illusion that she was solid.

Panting and gasping, she looked up at Selwyn with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mistress. How shall I be punished?"

"What's been done is punishment enough," Madelynn said before Selwyn could declare a further punishment. "An invasion of the mind like that is uncomfortable for the living, but for you? Pushing past the veil of life and death to reach your mind must intensify that discomfort into pain. You need no further punishment."

Naoka noticed the last statement seemed not to be targeted at Gwendolyn, but rather at Selwyn.

"Besides," Madelynn went on, looking at the ghost girl with kind, reassuring eyes, "Gwendolyn has rarely disappointed us. She's one of our most useful and loyal servants." When the woman looked to her partner the kindness fell from her face. "What was she hiding, my dearest love?"

"She opened up to our pet emotionally in ways I'd thought her cold deceased heart not capable of," Selwyn began explaining, her voice containing a hint of cruel mockery in it. "Our new pet has melted her icy heart with her painful naivety and burning kindheartedness. She even let poor tragic Gwendolyn play out a fantasy of being with her former lover."

"Ah, it was about Liedia," Madelynn said as though that explained everything.

"What of the budding romance between Gwendolyn and our pet?" Selwyn asked. "It's not something we've had to deal with before, not from our resident ghost. Such games could... complicate things."

Madelynn shrugged, smiling strangely as she stared at Gwendolyn. "Come to me," she commanded.

Gwendolyn rose out of the floor and took a standing position before floating towards the bed. "Yes, Mistress?" she asked after closing her eyes for a moment to recenter herself.

"Do you wish us to remove you from the task you've been given? We can find a use for you in some way other than keeping an eye on our newest pet."

Gwendolyn's eyes flashed to Naoka, locking on her. "No, Mistress."

"You are not worried the opening of your heart to the girl will end up causing you more pain than joy?"

Naoka, staring into the ghost girl's eyes, saw a flicker of doubt as Gwendolyn hesitated to answer. "I think it might be worth it," she finally said. "And she made me a promise."

Selwyn chuckled, closing her eyes and recalling the memories she'd stolen from the ghost girl. "I'm going to help you reconnect with Liedia," she said, quoting Naoka's promise to Gwendolyn.

Madelynn returned the chuckle. "Quite the task you've set yourself," she said, looking at Naoka with quizzical amusement.

"There's more," Selwyn said excitedly. She closed her eyes, bringing back more of the memories she'd read in Gwendolyn's mind to recite more of what she'd heard Naoka say. "And I'm going to solve all the mysteries. I'll find out all about The Girl in the Mirror. I'll find out how to open that white door with the metal tree locking it shut because I'm certain it leads to the forest where the girl's witch lives. I'll find the Mirror Sword, but not to slay Madelyn and Selwyn. I'll find it and discover what it is and why it's important."

When she finished she opened her eyes and smiled at Naoka, her expression like a sly cat about to pounce on its prey. "I hope you accomplish all the tasks you've set for yourself."

"Especially the part about now slaying us," Madelynn added in a mock-serious tone. "You know, my love, it seems almost like the girl has begun to think we're the monsters from that book you accidentally left in her room."

"Mischief from The Girl in the Mirror no doubt," Selwyn replied. "As is the idea we've some magical door leading back to her witch's forest." She chuckled, flashing Naoka a sly smile. "If we had such a door discovering the way to open it would be beyond anything a simple stray cat could ever discover, regardless of how curious she is."

Through the conversation Naoka and Gwendolyn kept their eyes locked. Naoka felt the girl was trying to tell her something, but she couldn't figure out what. Maybe she would have been able to if she hadn't been painfully in need of climax, with the feel of Selwyn's firm grip and the sensual beauty of Gwendolyn's pretty eyes distracting her.

"Gwendolyn, dear, you've done well today despite your moment of weakness hiding things from us," Madelynn said as her attention returned to the ghost girl. "Naoka has been a very good girl not cumming and she's to be rewarded, but your presence spying on her will not be required during that time. I want to assure you we are not angry with you and that this is not some kind of punishment. Would you like some kind of reward to prove this?"

Gwendolyn, her eyes still locked on Naoka's, nodded. "Yes, Mistresses. You once offered to give someone of my choosing one of the treasures you've collected. At the time I refused, telling you I'd never have need of it."

"She's talking about the Necklace of Erizad," Selwyn said when Madelynn seemed not to remember what Gwendolyn was speaking of.

"Ah," Madelynn said, frowning. "I remember now. It was a trinket that, when worn, allowed the wearer to interact with ghosts as though they were living."

Naoka's heart swelled at the revelation that such an item existed, but the excitement she felt was soon lost.

"We no longer have it in our possession," Madelynn told Gwendolyn.

"You sold it?" Gwendolyn asked, finally breaking eye contact with Naoka and looking at Madelynn with immense sadness, and a hint of anger, in her eyes.

"No," Madelynn told her, a mischievous smile tugging at one corner of her lips.

Naoka's ears perked up, sensing something in that hint of a smile.

"Another of our servants requested it long ago," Madelynn continued. "One that still serves us." She paused, the smile growing. "Liedia has it."

Gwendolyn put a hand on her chest, inhaling deeply in shock. "She does?"

"She does," Madelynn confirmed. "Perhaps when Naoka next sees her she can ask to borrow it. But this is not a matter for us to involve ourselves in, not unless it leads to the three of you being unable to fulfill our wishes as your Mistresses."

When Gwendolyn looked back at Naoka the Kittaran spoke before the ghost girl could ask the question. "Of course I'll ask for it," she said. And I'll ask why she wanted it, she thought, hoping the answer involved a desire to reconnect with her former lover.

"You're dismissed now," Selwyn told Gwendolyn.

"We'll get to see each other soon," Naoka told the ghost girl, her affectionate smile returned as Gwendolyn faded from sight.

With the thought of a future sensual encounter with the ghost girl filling her mind Naoka was reminded of just how painfully horny she was. Once Gwendolyn was out of sight Naoka turned her attention to her Mistresses. "You said I get a reward for being a good girl. What is it?" she asked, certain her reward would be the two women allowing and helping her cum.

Selwyn chuckled. "Our pet thinks too loudly. Perhaps her reward will disappoint her?"

"Perhaps, but only at first," Madelynn told her partner. "Your reward is being allowed to accompany us to lunch."

Naoka's ears turned down in disappointment then perked back up. "I'll get to have my 'lunch' as you have yours?"

"Perhaps," Madelynn said evasively.

"Mainly you'll be allowed to serve as the entertainment for our guests," Selwyn told her. "The same important women Liedia introduced you to at the party."

Naoka was still lying in the bed, Madelynn holding her wrists and keeping her pinned down. The Kittaran's tail was partially below her, but enough was free that the way it vibrated and swished in excitement didn't go without notice.

"See?" Madelyn asked as she let go of the girl's wrists. "A proper reward for being such a good girl. But before we take you with us you'll need an outfit change."

"That's right," Selwyn agreed. "Something that will allow us to show her off while allowing our guests to make the most of the entertainment we'll be providing."

* * *

Naoka had been "dressed" in black thigh-high stockings, leaving it so the only other article of clothing she had on was her leather collar.

Once dressed they'd made her stand in front of the Mirror of Dhuarcain to see herself, pointing out all the ways the "outfit" made her pleasing to look at. The two women had caressed and touched her, describing all the ways they found every part of her body sexually pleasing both to look at and touch.

In the end it had been her thighs they'd spent the most time on. As their hands had tickled and caressed and grabbed the bare flesh between the top of the black stockings and her womanhood they'd made the girl move into different positions so she could see herself from many angles in the mirror.

"Such womanly thickness," Madelynn had cooed approvingly as she ran her hands slowly up Naoka's inner thighs. "Even on a girl as small and thin as you, these wonderfully soft curves remain."

"Yes," Selwyn had agreed. "Dense, womanly curves," she told Naoka as she used her hands to trace the shape of the girl's firm, perky backend. Her hands kept going, slipping under Naoka's ass and to her thighs. "Curves. Soft womanly curves," she cooed lovingly, delighting in the way Naoka responded.

"Poor thing," Madelynn said as she nuzzled her face into the upper part of Naoka's neck not covered by her collar. "Whimpering. Moaning in frustration as we torture her," she added before kissing then nipping the girl's neck.

"She loves it," Selwyn laughed, running the tips of two fingers along Naoka's swollen outer labia. "Cunt's so wet it's dripping all over our expensive rug. Girl's so damp the air is musty with the smell of her pussy."

Naoka shuddered and whimpered when the woman's fingers slipped away from her womanhood. "I'm hungry to cum," she whined pathetically.

"Patience," Madelynn told her as she and Selwyn backed away from Naoka. "You must save your hunger for now. Our dear friends will be delighted to see you in such a state."

Naoka wanted to please her Mistresses but after the prolonged teasing she couldn't control herself. As soon as they stepped away from her one hand shot between her legs and the other to her chest. She let out a long, deep, indecent wail of frantic sexual frustration as she began to grab and massage her breast while furiously rubbing her damp pussy. With as worked up as she was she knew it would only take her moments before she got the relief she craved so violently.

"Bad girl," Selwyn and Madelynn barked. They returned to her side with unexpected speed, each slapping one of Naoka's hands away from where it was.

Naoka let out a confused, half-barked half-moaned response to the stinging pain of the two slaps. It had almost been enough to push her over the edge into climax, but the utterance of the phrase "bad girl" had ruined nearly all the heat she'd just built up.

"I can't help myself," Naoka moaned, voice full of honest dismay as her hands shot back to where they'd been moments before.

"Then we'll help," Madelynn told the girl, grabbing her wrists.

Naoka yelped in surprise as the woman pulled the Kittaran's arms behind her back and held her wrists together. She struggled for a moment, needing to wiggle out a little more of the bubbling horny fire in her loins before she could calm herself. "Thank you, Mistress," she panted.

"I think some rope is required," Madelynn told Naoka. "Could you retrieve us some, my Dearest love?"

"Already doing so, dearest," Selwyn replied, returning momentarily with a bundle of rope.

Madelynn held Naoka's arms in place while Selwyn secured her wrists together.

"Not too tight?" Selwyn asked her.

"Perfectly tight," Naoka told her, purring deeply as she shifted her arms to test the feel of the ropes out.

Naoka had been lightly purring since then, reveling in the sensation of having her arms tied behind her back. The small feeling of powerlessness had made the journey from her bedroom to the dining hall a delight.

Visually she had feasted on the sight of her Mistresses as they walked beside her. Both were dressed in skimpy, revealing lingerie that left all their ample "womanly curves" on display. After having been made so intimately aware of her own meager curves she found herself hyper-aware of both women's far more substantial ones.

She longed for her hands to be free so she could caress and feel them up the way they had done to her. She imagined what it would be like to have them bound and helpless in a way that would allow her to feel both women's plump backends, to experience the softness of their inner thighs, even to experience what it would be like running her hands from their outer thighs up their sides, tracing out the outline of their thickened hourglass silhouette.

Mostly, though, she stared and drooled at the sight of both women's large breasts. Each wore an outfit that pushed their prominent breasts up and left much of their substantial bulk bare. Thanks to the state of heightened arousal Naoka was in the sight of them jiggling and bouncing as they walked left her drooling at the sight.

Both women were wearing high heels. For the first time Naoka noticed just what that did to a woman's body, the way it made their ass stick out and positioned her to press her chest out. She'd thought at first it was silly they were wearing the impractical shoes while going about in what was little more than underwear, but now noticing the pleasing effects it had on how they stood she understood the appeal.

"She's a right sloppy mess," Madelynn chuckled as they arrived at their destination.

"Oh, yes, look at how she pants and drools," Selwyn had replied with delight. "She's drooled all over her chest," she added, moving to wipe the moisture away.

"Leave it," Madelynn snapped before her partner could remove the mess. "They'll love the sight of it. They'll love the sight of her, seeing how far she's come along since they last got to see and play with her."

"As always you're right, my dearest love," Selwyn told her. "You've always been better with people, always had a softer touch with them."

"And you've always been better when a harsher touch is needed. Even when we were girls, remember those times?"

Naoka found the control to focus on their conversation. She thought about the painting she'd found of them and hoped they were about to reveal something of their past.

"I remember them, but I suspect my memories are a bit different from yours," Selwyn replied. "You were always kind, but the rest of your family wasn't."

"You were her servant," Naoka blurted out.

Selwyn cocked her head, giving the girl a quizzical look. "Was I?" She looked at Madelynn. "Is that how we met all those long years ago? Me some foreign girl, taken from her homeland and forced to become little more than a slave for some spoiled noblewoman. But not a cruel one like all the others, a wonderful girl that would help me discover my sexual truths and eventually became the love of my life?"

"It's a good story," Madelynn replied. "Smutty and with plenty of romantic intrigue. And tense drama when the noblewoman left her comfortable life to be with her servant-turned-lover! What adventures they must have had before becoming the wealthy, powerful women they now are."

"But is the story a true one?" Selwyn asked as sly mischief glittered in her eyes. "Or is it just that, a story? Perhaps one planted," she suggested, flashing Naoka a sinister grin. "Something to ensure those we enslave trust us more and don't realize we're actually monsters in disguise."

"Ah, yes," Madelynn added with a laugh. "Monsters like the villainesses in Terin's Great Voyage. Sinister creatures up to no good and needing to be slain by enchanted swords."

Selwyn met Naoka's eyes, chuckling when she saw the confusion in them. "What do you think? Which story is true?"

"Oh, don't ask her to make a choice yet," Madelynn chided her partner playfully. "She still has too many mysteries to solve before she can decide."

"This is a game you're playing with me," Naoka said suddenly.

"Oh?" Madelynn asked as she raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Naoka nodded. "Like the ones The Girl in the Mirror plays. It's all harmless mischief. Sexy, and sometimes scary, but in the end harmless. It's like the sex games we play, the bondage and submission. It's all a show, a game, and in the end harmless."

Madelynn stood in front of Naoka and cupped her chin, forcing her to look up into a suddenly serious face. "We do play many games here," she told Naoka. "And most, in the end, are harmless. But not all. Best to remember that. And best to never assume ANY of The Girl in the Mirror's games are harmless."

"She's a spiteful little brat," Selwyn added, voice full of ominous seriousness. "She hides her anger and pain well, but there's darkness in her cursed heart, darkness that can quickly turn mischief into willful harm to others."

Madelynn kept her eyes locked on Naoka's. "Fall in love freely with anyone in our manor," she continued in a serious tone. "With us, with our servant girls, with lovely Liedia, even with the tragic ghost we've set to spying on you. But do not fall for The Girl in the Mirror's false charms."

"She's not a true ghost," Selwyn added. "Not a specter clinging to the world of the living by choice. She lives a cursed existence for a great crime against one of the foundational powers of Alaria. Do not trust her."

"Then why do you have her?" Naoka asked, feeling more confused than ever. "Why leave her in my room?"

"She's useful," Madelynn told Naoka, releasing the girl's chin and stroking her cheek reassuringly. "She records the games we play with the special guests we allow to stay in that room. And she helps provide mysteries."

"And those build power," Selwyn added with a sagely nod.

"Yes. And she provides other services," Madelynn added. She pointed behind Naoka. "Look," she commanded.

Naoka turned around and discovered that the painting of Dunla Dhuarcain hung on the wall. She was certain it hadn't been there when they had arrived, but aside from an initial moment of shock Naoka was not bothered by the painting's sudden arrival. Mysterious magic leading to convenient discoveries was just part of being in the manor.

Madelynn and Selwyn each put a hand on one of Naoka's shoulders and walked her closer to the painting. "Did you notice the reflection in the Mirror Sword when this painting last revealed itself to you?" Madelynn asked.

Naoka made note of the wording the woman chose. Perhaps it was just part of one of the games they were playing, but the implication was clear: they did not control when things in the manor appeared, at least not fully.

"Yes," Naoka said as she stared at the sinister reflection in the sword. Perhaps it was the tense seriousness of the conversation, but Naoka felt the presence of that color-drained face was far more sinister than when she'd last seen it.

"Dunla was the girl," Madelynn explained. "And she committed a great crime, one she was severely punished for. But the punishment was not forced on her, she had to choose it. She chose to walk into her mirror, selfishly thinking the choice would save her and not caring that the one offering the choice warned her she would regret it."

"What led to her stepping through the mirror is a mystery for you to puzzle out," Selwyn continued. "But we will reveal one thing. It is only her soul that was brought to 'safety' inside the mirror, and once there it was torn and cut apart into countless pieces and spread across Alaria."

"Why?" Naoka asked, unsure if what she was being told was true but intent on hearing the tale regardless.

"Because all choices have consequences," Madelynn explained. "One was that the pieces of her soul would have to spend eternity serving the power the girl had wronged. Another was that she lost part of herself."

"Her body got left behind," Selwyn explained, voice cold and containing what Naoka thought was a hint of fear. "And it got to keep the name. That's why she's just The Girl in the Mirror."

"Look at the reflection," Madelynn commanded. "It's the body. It got to keep the name but nothing else of the girl remained. Yet it was as cursed as the pieces of her soul scattered across Alaria, cursed with eternity but given no purpose."

"Cursed with a life that has left it even more spiteful and angry than the pieces of the girl's soul," Selwyn declared. "Cursed to have only blood and ash. The body became a force of nature, one that has haunted Alaria longer than we have. It became a terror that brings eternal night wherever it goes, and wherever it goes it tries to sate its never-ending hunger."

"But it finds only blood and ash," Madelynn said as she picked up the story. "Immortal, as powerful as a demigod, and filled with cold spiteful rage. The Terror of the Eternal Night is a demonic demigod that haunts Alaria. Some think it only a legend to scare young ones, but we know it's real."

"We've faced it," Selwyn declared, voice shaking as if the memory of that encounter still shook her. "Held captive for a time that we barely survived. Even if we are monsters, we're nothing like THAT thing. Even as our power grew we always feared the body that kept the name, having seen the horrors its presence causes."

"So in our travels," Madelyn continued, "as we built our power through the discovery and seeding of mysteries we always searched for a way to protect ourselves from The Terror of the Eternal Night, fearing it might one day come for us."

"We eventually found something," Selwyn picked back up. "Discovered The Girl in the Mirror and her purpose."

"What is it?" Naoka asked, so rapt with attention that she was short of breath and had forgotten all about how painfully horny she was.

"The Terror of the Eternal Night fears nothing, nothing but the splintered pieces of its soul. It won't go near them, leaving them acting as wards to keep the Terror away. This is something the owners of the Mirrors of Dhuarcain find most useful as The Terror of the Eternal Night is obsessed with killing them."

"We stole our Mirror of Dhuarcain from its original owner," Selwyn explained. "It was not easy, the owner is a... force of nature, although they do not often seem so when encountered."

"But wouldn't stealing the mirror away doom the owner?" Naoka asked, trying to remember pieces of puzzles she'd been given and put them together. If what she was being told was true then the witch she'd seen in her dream, the one the white door led to, was the rightful owner of the Mirror of Dhuarcain in her room.

"Not doomed, only endangered," Madelynn told Naoka. "If stolen a new mirror will eventually appear in the owner's home. During that time the Terror could strike, but we made sure it was residing in a distant land at the time."

"We would not be responsible for killing one of the witches," Selwyn said darkly, seeming to confirm they were talking about who Naoka thought they were talking about. "We would not dare anything that could lead to us meeting the kind of fate Dunla Dhuarcain met."

"And with her presence here in our manor we ensure not just us, but the entire city and surrounding region, will remain safe from the Terror," Madelynn told Naoka. "It will not come near, not even close. Which is good because the Terror might one day decide to come for us."

"Because you escaped her?"

"It," Madelynn corrected Naoka. "The body is not a girl, it is a monster. A REAL monster, not like anything you'll encounter in our manor. But no, not because we escaped. It honestly did not care either way when we took our leave from the place where it resided. See, we'd entertained it for a time."

"Then it grew bored of us," Selwyn continued. "We were no longer its prisoners, not really. So we took our leave, but as we did we stole something."

"And if the Terror ever realizes we have the Mirror Sword it will want to reclaim it."

Naoka looked then not at the reflection in the sword but at the sword itself. "The Mirror Sword is what The Girl in the Mirror wants me to find, isn't it?"

"Perhaps," Madelynn said evasively. The serious tone that had been in her voice melted away. "Or perhaps this is all just another game."

"Another mystery to help build our power," Selwyn said.

Naoka thought the woman sounded much like The Girl in the Mirror then, her voice full of mischief that might be more than the lighthearted fun it first seemed to be.

Feeling they were in a mood to answer questions, but that the mood might soon end, she asked a question that had remained in the back of her head since her last encounter with The Girl in the Mirror. "What would happen if I let her pull me into her mirror?"

"Never find out," Madelyn said, the dark serious tone returning. "If you believe only one thing we've just told you believe THAT."

"I fear our dark warnings have ruined the state the girl was in," Selwyn sighed after Madelyn's warning hung cold in the air for a time.

Madelynn shrugged as both women removed their hands from Naoka's shoulders. "Do not worry, my dearest love. She's a Kittaran hard in heat who's spent the morning denying herself any orgasms. She'll be back in the state she was in when we arrived as soon as our guests' greedy paws are all over her."

"They'll enjoy that," Selwyn said. "Maybe even more than if she was presented to them as she was."

"What is expected of me?" Naoka asked as she turned away from the painting and looked at the door they were standing outside of. "What happens when we go inside?"

"Our dear friends will be waiting," Madelynn explained. "We all shall have a wonderful lunch as we discuss our various evil plots," she said, winking at Naoka.

The Kittaran furrowed her brow, unsure if the wink was meant to convey that the comment had been only a joke or if it was a sly acknowledgment of its truth.

"You'll be presented to them and act as their entertainment during the lunch," Madelynn continued. "We will tell them they can do as they please with you, but that they must share."

Naoka's tail vibrated in excitement. "This IS a treat," she declared, bouncing a little in eagerness. The desire for sexual stimulation and the painful need for release through climax quickly returned to her, muddling her mind with desire.

"Are you ready, little one?"

"Yes," Naoka said eagerly. "So very ready."

* * *

The long oval-shaped table in the center of the ornate dining room had space to easily fit at least ten chairs, but only six were present. Madelynn sat at one head of the table, with Selwyn sitting at the other end. Along the long sides of the table sat the four other women, the merchant noblewoman Estrid Trudottir and the Guard Captain Sylvia Thrundlin on one side with the Priestess Astani and the Headmistress Madam Phillipia on the other.

The center of the table was covered in vases of fresh flowers and a wide array of food that the guests, but not Selwyn and Madelynn, casually picked at throughout the lunch.

The women had already begun their meal and were in deep conversation when Naoka and her Mistresses entered the dining room. They'd all stood on their arrival, bowing as though Madelynn and Selwyn were royalty.

Madelynn and Selwyn graciously accepted the honor before explaining that Naoka would be their entertainment during the lunch. "You may do anything you wish to the girl," they had explained as the women clamored eagerly. "But you must share. Do not keep her for too long before passing her along."

As her Mistresses had taken their seats they'd handed Naoka off to Estrid, who sat neatest Madelyn. "A pleasure to see you again after so long," the stern, older blond woman said as she pushed her chair out before patting her lap. "Come, sit, I wish to feel the warmth of that perky little ass of yours on my lap."

Naoka eagerly sat in the woman's lap, enjoying the way the fur the woman wore around her neck tickled her bare skin as it brushed up against her. "It hasn't been so long since you saw me," Naoka told her, confused by the woman's comment.

The woman gave her an amused look then glanced at the others. "Poor thing's confused," she declared. "The party we met her at was nearly a month ago!" She looked at Madelynn. "What have you been doing to the poor girl to make her confused so?"

"Oh, many delightfully terrible things," Madelyn said cheerily as the other women sitting around the table laughed.

"No," Naoka said, brow furrowed and furry ears turned down slightly. "No, it was just last night... wasn't it?" she asked, suddenly uncertain.

So much had happened since then, she thought, how could it have been just one night? The harder she tried to remember all that had happened since that night the less certain she was of how much time had passed. Days? Maybe. But weeks?

Time moves differently here, she remembered. She'd understood that to mean days feeling longer or shorter than they should, but to have missed whole weeks those outside of the manor had experienced?

"You needn't think so hard about it," Estrid told Naoka. "Thinking isn't what you're for. You're our entertainment, remember?" she asked, slipping a hand between Naoka's legs.

The feel of her coarse, callus-covered fingers slipping between the soft flesh of her thighs was all Naoka needed to forget all about her confusion about how much time had passed. She moaned, face flushing prettily, and leaned into the woman.

"See? This is much better," she told Naoka as the girl parted her legs so the woman's hand could move closer to her womanhood. When she touched her there Estrid exclaimed, "She's a wet mess already! Is that why our gracious hosts were tardy in joining us?"

Naoka panted and moaned softly as the woman played with her pussy, for a few moments so overtaken with the joy of the sexual attention she couldn't follow the conversation the women had returned to.

The woman's hands were firm but skilled. They worked her quickly towards release, pushing Naoka over the edge when she slid two fingers into her sopping wet hole.

Naoka let out a shuddering moan of release, melting into the woman's arm after she pulled her fingers out of the Kittaran. Naoka leaned into the woman, panting and grinning madly at how much the orgasm had eased the mental and physical pain she'd been feeling. It hadn't come close to fully removing the mental fog muddling her mind, but in her bliss she barely noticed.

"One," Selwyn declared loudly, voice cold.

Naoka, eyes heavily drooping from the bliss of release, looked across the large table at her. The word seemed important, but her muddled mind couldn't quite place why.

"Pass her along, Estrid," the Guard Captain Sylvia demanded. "I'm eager to find out how quickly the tasty little stray can be brought to climax again. I've heard it's pantie-wettingly easy for a Kittaran in heat."

"Up with you," Estrid said, helping Naoka to her feet. The help was something required, not just because she was weak from her orgasm, but because her hands were still tied behind her back. The woman slapped the girl on the ass once she was up, sending her on her way.

Naoka, weak-legged and still in a post-orgasmic haze, stumbled toward the Guard Captain. For a moment fear filled her as she tripped and tumbled. With her arms tied behind her back she'd not be able to break her fall. But Sylvia caught her, bending her face down over her lap.

"I see she's put on some healthy weight," she told Selwyn, who she was sitting closest to, as she caressed and felt up Naoka's backend. "Not a lot, but enough that she no longer looks quite like the half-starved stray she was when you took her in."

"We've taken good care of her," Selwyn told the Guard Captain as the woman continued to feel up Naoka's backend. "She's fed regularly, but not enough to fatten her up too much. She needed some healthy meat on her, but we've no intention of thickening her out any further. She's perfect the way she is."

"That she is," Sylvia said as she slid her middle finger through Naoka's ass crack, starting at the top then working her way down. "Open for me, little stray," she commanded.

Naoka, moaning appreciatively as the woman's fingers passed teasingly over her asshole, spread her legs.

Sylvia reached under Naoka to find her pussy. "Fuck she's wet," she declared, slipping two fingers easily into the girl.

The Kittaran moaned louder then groaned out a whimper of frustration when the woman pulled her fingers out of her almost as quickly as she'd slid them in.

"And she's fucking delicious," Sylvia declared after noisily sucking her fingers clean. Naoka moaned appreciatively when the woman returned her fingers to where they'd been moments before. "I'll never stop kicking myself for overlooking a delight like you," she told Naoka as she fingered her.

"We're more than happy to share," Selwyn told the woman. "Especially with women as important and useful as you all."

"Ah, so we finally come to it," Sylvia said, looking away from Naoka but continuing to absentmindedly finger the girl. "You've spent months, or in some cases years, doing us all favors. Hosting balls and parties. Ensuring there are frequent lesbian orgies for us and our closest friends, allies, and servants. And now it's time to begin returning the favor, is that what this lunch is about?"

Naoka moaned and wiggled in the woman's lap, tail lashing wildly. The conversation had taken a turn that she wanted to listen to, but she was finding it difficult to do so. Thanks to having been in a state of sexual denial for so long even after cumming her body was heightened to pleasure. The woman was skilled with her fingers, but Naoka suspected even if she hadn't been she'd soon have been rocketing towards release.

The closer to climax she got the harder it was to focus on anything but the building pleasure, ensuring she lost track of the conversation. It wasn't until after the Guard Captain made her cum that her mind cleared enough to focus on what was being said.

"Two," was the first word she heard. Selwyn had spoken it loudly and with a voice full of dark menace, yet the strange proclamation was met with laughs from the women at the table.

"Pass her along," Naoka heard someone say impatiently.

Naoka was helped to her feet and pushed towards Selwyn. Her Mistress grabbed her, pulling her closer and stroking the Kittaran's cheek. "Having a lovely time, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," she told the woman, eyes darting between her intense dark eyes and her full lips. "Will you kiss me, Mistress?"

Selwyn replied by pulling the girl into her lap and wrapping her arms around Naoka. She kissed her hard, her tongue invading her mouth as her hands grabbed, groped, and teased her body in a sensual whirlwind that left Naoka panting into the woman's mouth.

"Go on then," Selwyn told Naoka after forcing the girl onto her feet. "To our next guest."

Naoka stumbled to her, feeling almost too dizzy to stand. She was confused, frazzled, and swimming in a sea of arousal. Her two orgasms had each only cleared her mind briefly and she soon found herself as horny and mentally lost as she'd felt after edging.

"Kittaran biology is so interesting," Madam Phillipia declared as she grabbed hold of Naoka and sat the girl on her lap.

She reached around the girl's lithe body and grabbed her small breasts, gently playing with them till the girl was moaning softly. Once Naoka seemed to expect the tenderness to continue the woman found her nipples. She pinched and twisted hard to make Naoka gasp, yelp, and moan in delighted pain.

"Their bodies, when in heat, react so strongly to sexual stimuli," she added as she continued to torment Naoka's nipples in a way the girl found most pleasing. "Constant pressure building into a painful need for sexual stimulation and release. Give it and their minds clear for a short time, but the mind-muddling pressure always soon returns.

"But here's the interesting part, orgasm denial intensifies this muddling of the mind. Deny a Kittaran release for prolonged times, especially if that denial involves sexual stimulation, and their biology goes haywire. The normal mind-clearing that sexual climax brings stops. Oh, they'll feel a few minutes of clarity at the most, but once orgasm-starved enough making them cum just makes them dumber and hornier."

The women at the table applauded as if they were students who had just sat through one of the headmistress' lectures.

"You like pain, don't you?" Madam Phillipia whispered into one of Naoka's furry cat ears.

"Yes," Naoka gasped as the woman pinched and twisted her nipples particularly hard.

"If I keep going you're going to cum, aren't you?"

"Yesssssss," Naoka yawled as the woman yanked her nipples down hard enough to send her over the edge. Her body convulsed as the woman held Naoka's nipples stretched down, grinding the overly sensitive nubs between her fingers.

"There's a good girl," Madam Phillipia cooed when she released her grip on Naoka. The girl, still convulsing, went limp and started to fall over. The Headmistress caught her, laughing sinisterly. "Or are you?"

"Am... a good girl..." Naoka gasped, mind steel reeling from the forced pleasure of the pain-induced orgasm. Her nipples ached in a way that left her purring deeply and she was eager for more.

"Three," Selwyn declared.

Naoka couldn't understand. Why was she counting? WHAT was she counting? Everything was so hazy. Her mind felt muggy, clouded with a swirling mix of desire, sated pleasure, and desire for more.

"Pass the girl along," someone said.

Naoka felt like she was floating, unsure if she was carried to the next woman or if she stumbled there on her own. It took her some time to understand what happened after that. Soft, comforting touches kept her addled mind muggy. Fingers running through her long hair kept her purring. Tender, loving kisses on the nape of her neck ensured heat kept building.

Through the haze snippets of conversation came to her.

"The men must not know what we have planned."

"How could they when WE don't know what you two have planned!"

"We mean to change this city, make it a haven for women."

"It's not such a bad place."

"No, but there are too many men. We'd prefer that changed."

At one point Naoka was shifted. She'd been sitting in someone's lap, her back pressed against them. Now she sat sideways, one of the woman's arms behind her holding her up and the other spreading Naoka's legs open. "Loyalty and love, little one," the woman told Naoka as she started playing with the girl's pussy.

It was then that Naoka was able to part the mental fog and recognize who the stunningly beautiful woman playing with her was. It was Astani, the Priestess of Inera. It had been her kind and affectionate touches that had kept her bobbing up and down in the sea-like haze of confused arousal for so long.

"The others have been quite greedy and cruel with your deliciously desirable young body. I wish to give you respite before passing you along."

Someone at the table laughed. "And if you bring her peace her future torments can be felt more acutely."

"There is that," Astani admitted with an enchanting laugh as she gently played with Naoka's pussy. Her fingers danced on and in the girl's womanhood, wet squelching sounds helping keep Naoka aware of what a mess she was down there.

"Lean into me," Astani told Naoka. "Relax and enjoy. I'll build you slowly to climax and you just luxuriate in the loving carnal attention. Go limp. Let your muscles relax. Let your mind go blank. Just be calm and enjoy."

Naoka's only reply was to moan softly in appreciation. She did as the woman wanted, letting her boy go limp and letting her mind go blank. It was like floating on a calm sea of pleasure, heat flowing under and around her. It allowed her mind to clear a bit, allowed her to once more follow snippets of the conversation the women were having.

"It can't be done. No spell or enchantment could do to a whole city what you've done to your manor."

"That's not true. There is a place where just what we intend has been done. The island haven of Altam."

"Altam? That's just a legend!"

"It isn't. I've read firsthand accounts of it."

"And we've been there. We learned many of its secrets. We intend to reproduce the magic that protects it here in Grayburn."

As Naoka floated on the sea of warm pleasure Astani's skilled fingers were bringing her the conversation brought images of the sea to Naoka's mind. She saw an island, a massive rocky spire rising from the ocean with a city built in terraced rows on it. A name came to her, one they had just spoken and she'd seen before.

Altam, Naoka thought. I saw a painting of the place, the Island Haven of Altam.

The thought had started her mind somewhere that was quickly interrupted. "You've had her long enough," someone declared.

"Too true," Astani admitted. "I've been most selfish. Let me finish the little delight off then I'll pass her along."

It took her mere moments to bring Naoka to climax. Being kept at a simmer for so long made the orgasm more explosive than the last few. Naoka lost track of everything for a time. There was only pleasure and confusion, along with one chilling spoken word that penetrated the haze. "Four."

The next time Naoka was aware enough of her surroundings to understand what was happening she found herself bent over the table.

Someone had their face pressed into her ass. They held her cheeks open and were noisily eating her ass. Naoka moaned and drooled, overwhelmed by the intense sensations of the woman's tongue licking, twisting, and pressing into her puckered hole. Sometimes she'd move lower, eating her pussy a little, but always she'd return to her asshole before long.

"Such a filthy stray," the woman at one point told Naoka when pulling away long enough to speak.

Sylvia the Guard Captain, Naoka thought as she managed to place first her voice and then the unique feel of her grip on her ass.

"But you're Mistresses have cleaned you up so nicely. They've washed away the filth of the streets and left only the tastiness of the natural filth of your nubile young body. Even the filthiest parts of you are now a delight to feast on," she declared before returning to eating out Naoka's ass.

She came not long after that, the mental fog it caused parting only for one thing.

"Five." Selwyn had said the word. Naoka knew that, but each time the rising count was sounded she found herself less able to understand what it meant.

Naoka found herself on the table once more, bent over on her hands and knees while someone pounded her cunt with three fingers from behind. The conversation continued, the finger-pounding Naoka was happily suffering through ensuring she only understood bits and pieces of it.

"If this is our goal we'll all need to be careful. If the men discovered what we planned..."

"We'll use our power and influence to lessen the power and influence of the important men in the city. By the time Selwyn and Madelynn are ready to cast the enchantment on the city we'll be ready."

"I'll ensure more of the male guards are replaced by women."

"Things can be done to lessen the financial influence of male-led noble families. Doing so will make space for more female-led ones. I'll feel out which ones would be receptive to living without men in the city, see who can be brought into the fold."

"The spoiled noblewomen who want so desperately to have their daughters attend my school can be coerced and tricked into undermining the men in their lives."

"There are male deities whose influence will need to be lessened. I've always felt doing so was a worthy goal, I'll ensure my followers double their efforts."

Naoka came again, the ominous calling out of the word "Six" all the girl was fully aware of till she came again. "Seven," she heard, struggling to swim in the sea of pleasure as she was passed around the table.

It was becoming too much. Hands all over her, caressing, grabbing, pinching, slapping, and rubbing her most sensitive of places followed by fingers slipping inside of her to do wonderful things. Mouths of every woman. Kissing her. Licking her. Locked around her nipples and sucking. Mouths on her pussy. Licking. Sucking. Tongues invading her sopping wet hole.

Through it all she endured a series of wonderful orgasms, each followed by Selwyn ominously counting.

"Eight."

"Nine."

"Ten."

"Eleven."

By the time it was over Naoka sat in Madelynn's lap, her Mistress holding her while running her hands through her sweat-soaked hair. "A little aftercare after enduring so much," she cooed to Naoka.

The Kittaran was sore, exhausted, and so very happy. She lay limp in Madelynn's arms, her face buried in the woman's large breasts as she purred contentedly. "I was a very good girl," she sighed. "The best entertainment I could provide to your friends."

Multiple women laughing in cruel amusement caught her off guard. She'd not realized the four women were still present. She had a vague memory of their meeting coming to an end, each given tasks to carry out the master plot she'd not been able to follow close enough to understand.

"The little treat was wonderful," one of them said. "Thank you for providing her."

"But she was not as good of a girl as she thinks," Selwyn declared sternly.

Naoka looked up at Madelynn, confusion on her tired face. "What does she mean?" she asked Madelynn. "What did I do wrong? I let them do everything to me."

"What is your first rule, little one?"

Naoka's ears fell nearly flat in dismay. "Do not cum without permission," she whispered as she buried her face in her Mistress' breasts in shame.

"Eleven times," Selwyn declared. "You came eleven times without permission."

The women at the table all laughed, the sounds a chorus of cruel delight.

"The little slut's in big trouble," one of them said.

"She'll need to be severely punished," another added.

"What fun! If only we could be there for that."

"I think that could be arranged," Selwyn told the woman. "What do you think, my dearest love? Should we let one of our dear friends join us as Naoka is given her punishments?"

"We did promise them all a little time with her eventually," Madelynn answered as she continued to hold and pet Naoka reassuringly. She made Naoka look up at her. "And I think a fitting part of our pet's punishment should be choosing which woman will help decide and take part in how she's disciplined."

"Yes," Selwyn agreed. "Let the pet decide."

"Well?" Madelynn asked. "Who will it be?"

Naoka turned and looked at the four women sitting around the table. All looked eager for the chance to help punish her. That eagerness filled Naoka with a rush of arousal that caught her off guard. She was exhausted, sore, and thought she was beyond being sexually sated. But looking out on them, imagining how each would choose to punish her she felt eager and ready for more.

Choosing would be the hard part. Which did she want? Estrid, the stern noblewoman merchant with her strong, callused hands? Sylvia the Guard Captain with her swaggering confidence? Madam Phillipia, the cruel and insidious Headmistress? Or Astani, the kind Priestess of Inera that managed to be as wonderfully domineering as all the rest?

"Astani," Naoka declared, purring deeply as the stared at the serenely beautiful blond Priestess. "I want Astani to be the one to help punish me."

* * *

After the other guests were gone Astani helped unbind Naoka. Once the girl's limbs were free she cooed softly while reassuringly stroking the exhausted but excited Kittaran as she helped her to her feet. "Firm your punishment may be," she told Naoka soothingly, "but remember while in my hands you're as good as in Inera's divine embrace. Through me the Goddess of Loyalty and Love acts. There WILL be punishment for your misbehavior, but there will be loving tenderness as I express my loyal devotion to your Mistresses through helping discipline you, lovely little kitty."

Madelynn and Selwyn chuckled as they led the way out of the dining hall, allowing Astani the bring Naoka along after them. They shared an amused, conspiratorial look as they glanced back and saw how adoringly Naoka was leaning into Astani's arms and purring loudly at the woman's kind and soft touch.

"I think perhaps our pet's mind is too orgasm-addled to understand the danger she's in," Madelynn told Selwyn in a conversation tone Naoka was beginning to recognize, or at least suspect, as part of a performance being put on she was meant to "overhear" and pay attention to.

Selwyn nodded, her expression growing serious. "I'd think after all the little stray has learned, all those little mysteries she's started to unravel, she'd be more suspicious of us and our dearest friends. After all, she's come to suspect we're monsters in human guise. Surely a woman like Astani, the pristinely perfect and oh-so-loving Priestess of Inera, would not be such close friends with monsters like us! Unless, of course, that seemingly pure and loving Priestess is as much a monster as we are."

Astani was a tall woman who loomed over Naoka, although the Kittaran suspected at least some of that height was from heels hidden under the resplendent, shimmering, white floor-length dress the Priestess wore. It left the slender woman towering over her, with the height difference leading to Naoka having to look almost straight up to stare at the woman's face for any kind of reaction to what her Mistresses were saying.

The Priestess smirked slyly, looking from her hosts to the girl she was helping along. "And who, exactly, has put such a frightening idea into your mind, my sweetly innocent little one?"

Naoka's ears twitched as she tried to remember, but the woman's sensual, calming warmth was so extreme it was almost suffocating. Astani had a cloud of peaceful, loving, tenderness and comfort that surrounded her. It felt like a muggy haze, leaving Naoka's mind dull and making both thinking and remembering even harder than it would have been.

"I... I'm not sure," Naoka started uncertainly. "There was book... 'Terin's Great Voyage'." She paused, closing her eyes and trying to grab onto the memories slipping away from the front of her mind as she tried to grab hold of them. "The villainesses in the story... Someone told me they were my Mistresses. That they're monsters in human disguise."

She opened her eyes to look up at Astani in hopes that her expression might reveal whether the woman thought this accusation was true or false. The sweet knowing smile on the Priestess' face suggested she DID know the truth, but did not betray whether the idea in Naoka's mind was only a lie someone had told her or the truth. But if it WAS a lie who had told her? Who was it that suggested the villainesses in the book were her Mistresses?

Suddenly Astani broke into enchanting, amused laughter. Naoka could feel it was at her expense, yet the woman's laugh was so sweet and pretty she didn't mind.

"Oh, lovely, sweet treat, you think so loudly! And your mind is so open, while your innocent heart is so trusting, that even thoughts and memories not fully formed in your conscious mind are clear to those who know how to look."

She stroked and held Naoka reassuringly as she shifted her focus from the girl to her hosts walking a few paces ahead of them. "I see who put the idea in her mind. An enticing girl, her long, well-muscled limbs and pretty freckled features enchanting enough to fool nearly all. A familiar visage, one I've not encountered for a long time."

For a moment Astani seemed lost in distant, happy memories, then in a flash her focus was back and she gave Madelynn and Selwyn a suspicious look. "You've never mentioned you have a Mirror of Dhuarcain hidden away in this manor. How in all of Alaria did you come by one of those? And I hope if it was your hands that stole it from its rightful owner it wasn't from the one who serves the goddess I serve." Before her hosts could reply Astani added, "No... If that was the case I'd have been able to feel the nasty little brat's presence. Even stolen she'd still serve Inera. So whose servant DID you steal her from?"

As Astani had turned her attention away from Naoka the Kittaran's mind had begun to clear, allowing her to focus on what was being said. When she realized Astani was talking about The Girl in the Mirror Naoka's mind cleared further.

I know the answer to the question she's asking, Naoka realized. She couldn't quite remember HOW she knew that, but she was certain that the witch this Mirror of Dhuarcain had been stolen from served the goddess Selm.

By then they'd long been wandering the labyrinthine, art-filled hallways of the manor. Naoka hadn't been paying attention to the various pretty things they were passing. She'd been about to blurt out the answer when a painting they were passing caught her eye. It showed a dark alley in a city that looked much like the back alleys she'd grown up in. The sky above was night, the moon filling it cracked and crumbling causing a shower of beautiful, rainbow-colored falling stars.

That, however, wasn't what caught her eye. In a lower corner of the painting was a pile of detritus, a silver-white cat slinking from behind it. The cat within the painting had moved, drawing Naoka's attention. The black collar around the cat's neck had a down-turned silver crescent moon attached to it, the symbol of Selm the Kittaran Goddess of Dreams and the Falling Moon.

A female voice, one she'd heard in a dream, slinked into Naoka's mind as she watched the sliver cat in the painting moving. Mysteries build power, the silky female voice whispered to Naoka, especially those whose answers are only meant to be discovered by a few. Discover secrets and answers, my precious protected kitten, but learn when not to share what you've discovered. Your Mistresses would not appreciate you sharing the answer to this particular mystery with this woman and neither would I.

Naoka's eyes darted to her Mistresses and saw Selwyn was looking back at her, her full lips pursed in disapproval. Naoka reached up, daintily putting a hand to her mouth to show she would keep the answer to herself. Selwyn's lips eased and she nodded only slightly before turning her attention to Astani.

"You know better, dear friend, to ask such questions," Selwyn told Astani, voice kind but with an undertone of threat.

"How and where we acquire our treasures is always a private affair," Madelynn added, voice sweet but firm. "You know this. Is it not enough to know there is no chance The Terror of the Eternal Night will ever threaten Grayburn or the surrounding area thanks to one of the many treasures we have hidden away here?"

"Many gracious apologies," Astani said with a serene smile and slight bow to her hosts. "I was simply shocked at the discovery. Memories of when I spent time in a cabin that held a Mirror of Dhuarcain filled me with nostalgia that made me forget my social niceties."

"So you spent time with one of the witches," Madelynn said, sounding as though the bit of information was a huge revelation. "I'd say that revelation makes your discovery a fair trade. I assume it was the one who serves Inera?"

"Of course," Astani replied, eyes twinkling as she seemed to lose herself in memories once more. "It was how I found my calling as one of Inera's most devoted servants."

The twinkle faded and her serene, happy expression fell to one of worry. She looked down at Naoka, concern on her face. "The Girl in the Mirror has her charms, but you've been warned not to trust her? You've been warned NEVER to take up her offer to enter her 'home'?"

"She's been warned," Selwyn said before Naoka could say anything.

"And we've taken precautions to ensure the spiteful little brat can't cause any real harm to our pet," Madelynn added.

Foggy memories drifted through Naoka's mind of all the times The Girl in the Mirror's mischief had been interrupted by Gwendolyn and others. But is that all they mean? Or are they speaking of other protections beyond all the wonderful, sexy friends I've made?

Astani leaned down, brushing her lips against the soft fur in Naoka's inner cat ear. The Kittaran's ear twitched before she let out a soft moan as the woman's warm breath in her ear sent a wave of arousal washing down her body. She began to melt further into the woman's arms, but then the woman began to whisper so low to her that she had to strain to hear her words which pulled her out of the sensual moment.

"Inera's blessings are strong with me," she began. "She gives me great power and along with it flashes of divine inspiration. I've had such a flash now. You must get The Girl in the Mirror to talk about her witch. Get her to talk about the witch's cabin, to SHOW it to you if this sliver of her soul can do that. And the sword. Ask about The Mirror Sword. I know not how that cursed weapon is tied up in your Mistresses' mysteries, but I sense it's important to your journey, precious special kitten."

"One must wonder what our dear friend is whispering so conspiratorially to our pet," Madelynn asked Selwyn with an amused chuckle.

Selwyn clicked her tongue in disapproval. "Just the mention of that brat in the mirror and her former acquaintances fall to mischief," she told Madelynn. "Let them have their conspiratorial secrets," she added, glancing back at Naoka and Astani.

Naoka's ears perked up at the sly smile pulling on Selwyn's lips. The sight of it left Naoka wondering if Selwyn knew what Astani had just whispered to her. There was no way she could have heard it... or was there? Could it be the whole conversation was just part of another game? It had felt so real in the moment, but now looking back it seemed like so much she'd lived through since arriving at the manor, like a play being put on for her benefit.

"It matters not," Madelynn declared happily. "For we have arrived! Let such mischief be forgotten for now as we enter the playroom. Our esteemed guest must be shown our gratitude for her love and loyalty by letting her take part in our naughty pet's punishment."

The two women eagerly opened the door to the playroom and waved their guest, still holding Naoka close, in.

Naoka's ears perked up and the base of her tail vibrated with excitement as she entered the room. Although it seemed nearly every room in the mansion was usable for the kinky play her Mistresses filled their lives with it was clear from first glance this room ONLY existed for that kind of fun.

The large room felt more like the set of a play, designed to look like a stone-walled torture dungeon but not feel quite real. It was exquisitely furnished and filled with a dizzying array of BDSM furniture, tools, and toys that had all been crafted to look like they matched the themed decor. Yet as expensive and well-crafted as it all was it all had a theatrical veneer to it, making it clear the torture dungeon setting was only play-acting.

Naoka was certain that at least some of the toys and tools making her tail vibrate with excitement could have easily found a home in a true torture dungeon, and might even have been used in similar ways to the way they might end up being used on her. But she was confident any used on her would be handled with affection and care, with any pain inflicted being doled out for pleasure and done so carefully to ensure no true harm was done.

Astani leaned down to speak softly in the overwhelmed and excited Kittaran's ear. "You think so loudly, lovely little kitten," she mock-whispered with joyful affection in her voice. "You see what kind of games your Mistresses love playing? So scary looking... Yet so theatrical. A flimsy illusion of danger that leaves such a frightening place feeling so... safe."

Naoka was about to nod and perhaps say something about the woman putting her thoughts into better words than she ever could have, but then Astani continued before she had the chance. "But is that feeling of safety the REAL illusion?" Astani asked. "Is the loyal, loving torment you'll endure in this room the theatrical veneer covering up the REAL danger?"

Naoka's ears turned down when she realized the woman hadn't been asking a hypothetical question but rather one she expected Naoka to answer. She wasn't sure how to answer, feeling even more uncertain when she glanced at her Mistresses. They both wore eager, predatory grins that made her remember the few times they'd seemed to drop the pretty masks they wore to suggest they perhaps WERE something monstrous with the memory of how Selwyn had invaded Gwendolyn's mind standing out above all others.

Then the answer came to Naoka, spilling out of her mouth before she understood what she was saying. "I made a vow," she started, voice uncertain but growing a bit more confident with each word. "I'll always drink the tea and I'll solve all the mysteries, no matter the consequences."

She looked from Madelynn to Selwyn's eyes, wondering if she looked as scared and reckless as she felt at the moment, then back to Astani. "Maybe they are Terin's villainesses, or maybe just some other monsters hiding in the form of women. I don't care. I adore this place. I adore my Mistresses. I adore the mysteries. I adore this life. And I adore the dangers I have to face to prove I'm a good girl. I even adore the punishments when I fail to be as good as my Mistresses want me to be." After a moment she added, hopeful the fun might begin soon, "I might even adore the punishments the most."

The three women laughed, the serious mood that had settled on the party suddenly gone. "I'm sure you will," Astani assured Naoka as she hugged the girl reassuringly to her side. "Although if I know your Mistresses as good as I like to think you're about to endure something that will push you to your limit."

"And maybe past it," Selwyn said, voice full of gleeful menace.

Astani hugged Naoka a bit closer, giving Selwyn a weary look.

"But not TOO far," Madelyn reassured Astani. "I complete my love, and she completes me," she said, slipping an arm lovingly around her partner's waist. "She helps ensure I am not too giving with our servants and pets, and I ensure her firm hand and more vicious side never gets too out of control."

Selwyn nodded. "And I, knowing my dearest love will keep me in check and ensure our lovely young toys are safe, can unleash things I might otherwise have feared to unleash. As she said, we complete each other. We allow each other to be our most complete selves."

"Loyalty and love," Astani said as though the three words were a powerful prayer. "Never have I known two women as worthy of Inera's blessings as you two. I think now more than ever you two are why she has led me to be in this place at this time. To aid you in your plans to make this great city even greater."

Naoka looked up, feeling the woman's eyes suddenly boring into her. Confused, she met the Priestess' eyes, wondering why her focus had fallen to her so intently so suddenly.

"And I sense this adorable, sweet, innocent little stray you've taken in is somehow at the center of it all. I can feel that the training you are giving the girl is important, that it will matter. That whether little Naoka here CAN be a good girl will be important to all of us."

As she held the Priestess' intense gaze one of Naoka's furry ears twitched, uncertain what to think of the comment and impatient to begin her punishment.

Astani smiled reassuringly at Naoka, sending a divine wave of calming energy into the girl before looking away from her. "But even Inera cannot see through the veiled layers of mysteries you two insidious, loving monsters have woven around your lives," she added playfully to her hosts. "So let us get to your pet's punishment."

"Return our pet and we shall begin," Selwyn declared as she stepped forward and held a hand out.

Astani passed Naoka to her, waiting almost as eagerly as the Kittaran to hear what the woman and her partner had planned.

"Our pet came eleven times without permission," Selwyn declared as she took Naoka. "Her punishment will be having an equal number of orgasms denied her."

Naoka's ears perked up, twitched, then perked up further, displaying the explosive mix of excitement and interest the declaration had caused. "And how will you do that, Mistress?" she asked, voice shaking with eager fear.

Madelynn waved to a section of wall where a pair of bondage cuffs attached to chains hung. "Your wrists will be secured in those cuffs and pulled tightly over your head while your lovely ankles will be secured highly in place with another pair of chained cuffs on the floor. Your bindings will be tightened, ensuring you can only wiggle and writhe as you are punished. With the help of our most esteemed guest we will torment you with pleasure, using magical means to ruin and deny each orgasm we work you to."

During the explanation Selwyn had finished untying Naoka's arms. She led the girl to the section of wall she was about to be bound to, picking up when Madelynn had stopped. "If left to our own devices your pleasurable punishment of orgasm denial would have been delightfully harsh, but since Astani is joining us I think we'll have to alter our plans so her delicate sensibilities are better catered to. Oh, she can have a firm hand and dole out punishment as well as we do to pretty young things, but in her presence it must be done with love and loyalty."

Naoka cocked her head to the side as her Mistresses began getting her bound to the wall. "Your punishments have always felt plenty loving to me," she purred, enjoying the feel of the two women's firm hands securing her bindings and pulling the chains tight to ensure her limbs were pulled rigid and her mobility limited.

"They're mocking and teasing me," Astani said with a pretty laugh as she walked up to admire Madelynn and Selwyn's handiwork, double-checking to see if Naoka was bound firmly yet comfortably. "This may be your punishment, by your Mistresses are never just playing one game. You were set an unwinnable trap earlier at our meeting, tricked into earning this punishment. Yet we women of importance were tricked as well, lured into joining you in a separate fiendish trap. I, like the others, took the bait and now they bait me further. But I happily play along, eager to see how they will turn the tables on me before your punishments are finished."

Madelynn put a hand on her chest, resting it on the upper swell of one of her large breasts. "Such accusations! Would WE do such a thing to one of our dearest friends and allies? To a woman whose loyalty and love we treasure so deeply?"

Selwyn, grinning fiendishly, added, "Perhaps our dear friend has come to believe we're the monsters our pet suspects us of being?"

Astani, smiling serenely and radiating a divine aura of excited joy, leaned in to mock-whisper to Naoka. "Always the wonderful games and play-acting with these two. Rest assured, there's a trap here for me as sinister as the one you've fallen into." She gave the Kittaran a soft kiss on the cheek then pulled away. "How shall you ensure your lovely pet's orgasms are denied?"

"Something simple," Selwyn suggested as she looked at Madelynn. "You're ever so good with those temporary magical seals of binding you can trace into women's skin. Perhaps some glyphs of orgasm denial, ones set to break after eleven orgasms are denied?"

Madelynn nodded then pushed the other two women out of the way to stand directly in front of Naoka. "I think the idea is a perfect one, my dearest love," she said, smirking as she met Naoka's eager eyes. "One so perfect someone might suspect we had it planned out in advance."

She placed the tip of a single finger on the center of Naoka's upper chest. "Open yourself to me, little one," she said softly. "Allow my will to flow into you, to bind and change you with my power."

Naoka closed her eyes, opening herself fully to Madelynn. "Happily and without hesitation, Mistress," she said through heavy purring.

"See how trusting our pet is?" Selwyn asked Astani as Madelynn began chanting softly in an arcane language Naoka did not understand. "She opens herself to us without hesitation. We may be firm Mistresses, but she feels our affection for her and trusts us with all her soul."

"Loyalty and love," Astani said, again speaking the words as though they were a prayer. "You may never have said the words but she senses you love her, and although I may have my suspicions about the 'deals' you make with these girls you take as your 'pets' I see how loyal you are to all of them, even after they lose that honored position and become 'just' your 'servants'. You love them, each and every one of them. You're as loyal to them as they are to you."

Naoka was struggling to follow the conversation. After Madelynn had begun chanting her incantation the finger she had on Naoka's chest had heated with arcane power that went flowing warmly into Naoka's body. Soon she was moving the finger across Naoka's skin, tracing out arcane glyphs the girl felt lingering in her skin. Her eyes remained closed, but she was confident that when she finally opened them and looked down she'd see those glyphs clearly, glowing arcane energy drawn into her skin as the seal of orgasm denial was woven into her.

"We give the love and loyalty that's earned," Selwyn told Astani. "We pick our pets carefully, train them and educate them to help them find their true selves, giving them a home where their lives can be never-ending pleasure while serving a purpose. They stay not just because of the pleasure and that purpose, but because we help them understand who and what they are."

Naoka was moaning softly, luxuriating in the gentle tickle of the finger tracing glyphs on her bare skin while deeply enjoying the warmth of the cascading heat of the enchantment being woven into her. It was more than just a physical sensation, the heat soaked deep into her core till it felt almost spiritual.

It felt so good she'd let her focus drift from the conversation, yet as the conversation turned to the OTHER girls in her Mistresses' employ Naoka forced herself to refocus on what was being said. Something came back to her, a memory pulled to the front of her mind almost as though some external force was drawing her attention to it.

"Right little monsters, each and every one of them. But you'll learn." Liedia's voice was so clear in her mind for a moment it was almost like she was in the room speaking to Naoka. Naoka's eyes flew open, expecting to find the Elven girl standing nearby, but she saw only the three women who had been there the last time her eyes were open.

Madelynn, still tracing out arcane symbols and complicated geometric patterns on Naoka's skin, had stopped chanting and was standing with her eyes locked on Naoka's. She smiled slyly, cocking her head slightly to the side. "And who, exactly, pulled that to the front of your mind at this particular moment I wonder?"

Naoka blinked, not sure how to interpret the question. Her mind was foggy with desire, muggy from the soft pleasure of the touch with the mental haze made thicker by the enchantment being woven into her. Was Madelynn playfully suggesting SHE was responsible? It was a thing her Mistresses often seemed to do. Yet there was something in her expression and tone that suggested maybe this time she was posing a sincere question, although not one she expected Naoka to be able to answer.

"There," Madelynn declared as she traced the last bit of arcane glyph work onto Naoka's body. The woman took a step back, admiring the glowing glyphs now covering the front of Naoka's body. "All done," she declared proudly. "The glyphs of orgasm denial will not break till our pet has had eleven orgasms ruined and denied."

"Masterful," Selwyn observed as she slid up to Madelynn and wrapped her arms around the woman.

Naoka found the sight of the darker-skinned woman's arms slithering and teasing Madelynn's body highly arousing. There was a romantic and not unhealthy possessiveness in the way she clung to her, something in her body language that said she could be proud of what her partner had accomplished because their bonding was so strong that their accomplishments were always shared on some level.

Selwyn released her hold of Madelynn, pushing past her to stand before the bound Kittaran. Her eyes locked onto Naoka's, their dark intense beauty full of sinister intent that left the Kittaran purring deeper in excitement.

"You're bound," the woman declared, voice full of playful sinister zeal as she ran a finger up the inside of one of Naoka's arms, tickling and teasing her till she reached the bondage cuff helping keep the girl's arms pulled up tight over her head. "Quivering with excitement and expectation," she continued, reversing course and making her way back down the girl's arm to eventually circle each of her breasts before circling further in to tease first one then the other nipple.

Naoka purred and moaned softly, enjoying her Mistress' tender touch and full attention. Selwyn was almost always the one to be rougher, so this more tender teasing felt like a special treat. It felt so good, all the sensations heightened by being bound up, that she forgot she was supposed to be enduring a punishment.

"I'm ever so excited," Naoka moaned as Selwyn lightly grasped a hard nipple and rolled it sensually between her fingertips. "I like this game ever so much," she added with a lusty, happy sigh while looking adoringly into the woman's intense eyes.

"So naively excited for your torments you forget that's what they are," Selwyn replied, the look of fiendish delight growing on her face. "Our poor stray, still so overwhelmed by this world of sensual delights she forgets the danger she's in, forgets she's being punished for being a naughty little thing."

Suddenly Selwyn's other hand was on Naoka's inner thigh, lightly caressing then firmly grabbing the softest part of it before stroking up towards the girl's womanhood. "Such a naughty girl that I can smell the reek of your arousal," she added as her hand slowed, stopping just short of Naoka's vulva. "No real understanding of the torments you're about to endure," Selwyn added, both hands holding still for a few brief moments that felt like an eternity to Naoka.

Then there was an explosion of greedy carnal hunger that left Naoka flush then dizzy with pleasure. Selwyn attacked Naoka, hungrily attaching her mouth to one of the girl's breasts to use her tongue to do indescribable things to the Kittaran's nipple while sucking on it. At the same time the hand that had been resting near the girl's womanhood grabbed it, rubbing with intense pressure against the whole thing with her palm while slipping two fingers easily into Naoka's sopping wet hole.

As Naoka rode the rising, crashing waves of pleasure she was reminded of how skilled Selwyn was at seemingly every carnal and perverse art. The things she was doing with her mouth left her quavering with delight while the hand on her womanhood was working her with skill she would be unable to describe in anything other than moans. The way she was using her palm and the three fingers not inside Naoka to work every part of her outer sex left Naoka feeling three hands were working her at once, while the fingers in her worked with such dizzying skill she felt it was impossible there were only two of them there.

Maybe it's magic, Naoka thought as she gasped and moaned while wiggling happily against the tight bindings keeping her limbs in place.

There was far too much pleasure to puzzle out whether there was magic at work or if the woman was just that sexually skilled. She was rocketing towards release and would be cumming in moments. Then that glorious moment came, the final swelling before the explosion, the pleasure growing, growing, and then...

NOTHING.

"One," Selwyn said cruelly as she detached her mouth from Naoka's nipple and slipped her fingers out of the Kittaran's sopping wet hole.

Naoka whimpered and whined. She wiggled then thrashed in frustration. She'd not understood, not been able to imagine what this torment would be! She'd practiced holding off before, struggling through what she now realized were meager orgasm control attempts. This was beyond that, this was DENIAL. Her orgasm had been ruined a moment before it began, the pleasure of release magically robbed from her leaving her a bubbling cauldron of frustration.

True torment, Naoka thought, smiling through the shaking frustration she felt. How will I ever endure ten more denied orgasms? The denial will be unbearable! Her eager grin grew. The denial will be exquisite, she thought, truly unsure how she'd endure ten more denied orgasms but eager to find out.

"The poor thing," Astani said, voice so full of sympathy Naoka was left suspecting that sympathy was merely performative. Looking past Selwyn to see the fiendish grin on the beautiful blond Priestess' face sent a chill running through Naoka. She looks as much a fiend as Selwyn does right now, Naoka thought in shock.

The Kittaran's tail, which had been lashing wildly to help work out the frustration the denied orgasm had left her with, went stiff and vibrated. "How does your guest get to help punish me, Mistress?" Naoka asked Selwyn, looking expectantly from her to the serenely evil-looking Priestess lurking behind her.

Astani stepped closer, placing a hand on Madelynn's shoulder. "With loyalty and love," she said, voice soft and full of evil menace cloaked in mock kindness. She pulled Selwyn away, taking the woman's place in front of Naoka.

Naoka's furry cat ears, which had been flat against her head, perked up. She liked the way these women were replacing each other in the place directly in front of her, it was like they were taking turns taking center stage in a play. There was a rehearsed quality to it all like it WAS a play they'd practiced. She had no idea if it was, in fact the longer she remained in her Mistresses' manor the less certain she was about what was real and what was just a play being put on for her.

Maybe all of it is a play, she thought. Or maybe none of it. Maybe that's the one mystery I should never try to solve. Regardless of the truth I'll enjoy every moment of it.

"With loyalty and love, yes, but HOW?" Naoka asked eagerly, her tail lashing towards Astani as the woman stepped closer to her.

Astani lowered the arm closest to Naoka's tail and allowed it to coil around her forearm. She stroked the girl's tail, giggling prettily when she saw how strongly Naoka reacted to the touch. "With loyalty and love," the Priestess repeated, voice serene as divine calming warmth began once more radiating out from her.

"You know, we haven't paid enough attention to our pet's furry bits, especially her tail," Madelynn observed from the place a few paces behind Astani where she and Selwyn stood. "We must change that in the coming days."

"Agreed," Selwyn said.

Naoka barely noticed they were talking. The calming, sensual warmth radiating from Astani was all-consuming, as was the even more sensual delight of the woman so lovingly stroking and petting the part of Naoka's tail coiled around the woman's forearm.

"Your innocence and trusting nature truly are a marvel," Astani told Naoka. "If you were any other girl I'd think you'd simply forgotten you are being punished. But I can TASTE it coming from your very soul. Trust. Trust that your Mistresses would never hurt you, that this is all just a deliciously perverse game. Trust that all the frustration and perhaps even outright pain you're about to be made to endure will be filled with loyalty, love, and sexual bliss beyond what your innocent little mind can imagine."

Naoka, purring so hard it hurt, nodded dreamily. "My Mistresses are good Mistresses. And you're a beautiful, lovely woman who seems loyal to them. So I trust you as well."

Astani leaned in, cupping Naoka's chin with her free hand and lifting the girl's face to receive a soft, tender, loving kiss that left the Kittaran breathless when their lips parted. "Poor, naive girl. But if this is what you are then Inera's blessings be upon you."

She pulled away, shaking Naoka's tail from her arm and turning her back to the girl. "Inera's blessings be upon us all, but especially me in this moment. If the sweet, innocent little treat is to suffer let that suffering move through me in a show of loyalty and love."

The Priestess, her back still to Naoka, then reached up and began pulling her clothing down. It slipped easily off her shoulders, exposing them and the woman's upper back with such ease Naoka found herself a little awed. It hadn't seemed possible that the garment could so easily be slipped off, yet the seeming wrongness of the smooth action was quickly forgotten as the woman sensually writhed and wiggled out of her clothing so her naked body was slowly to Naoka.

Her skin, pristinely pale, unnaturally smooth, and radiating a glow that left her looking more divine than mortal, was covered in glowing arcane glyphs just like the ones covering the front of Naoka's body.

Astani turned her head, not quite looking over her shoulder at Naoka as she dropped her clothing to the floor to reveal she wore no small garments. "Your Mistress traced glyphs of orgasm denial into you, while my goddess has covered me with glyphs of love and bonding connecting my body to yours. You shall feel what I feel, and I shall feel what you feel."

The end of her pretty lips pulled up into a sly, sinister smile. "Of course, any orgasm I shall rise to will be ruined by the glyphs covering your body when it's transferred to you, while I will get to enjoy any orgasm you're denied."

Naoka shivered then felt herself go limp. Her eyes rolled into her head and she let out a long, low, yawling moan of delight. "It will be such delightful torment," she moaned after taking in a long, slow, shuddering breath as her mind processed all the new ways her punishment might be carried out now.

As she spoke Naoka greedily drank in the sight of Astani's naked body. Her figure was slim and tall, but with enough womanly thickness to leave her looking softly feminine. The woman's perky, perfectly shaped ass drew Naoka's attention most, yet she longed for the woman to turn around. She wanted her eyes to be able to feast on the woman's front. To discover the shape and size of her breasts. To take in her belly and see just how trim or soft it was. To see her womanhood and see if she was shaved in the Elven style or if some or all her Human pubic hair remained, and if it did was it the same pristine, bright blond as the woman's long hair?

"A test is needed," Madelynn declared, startling Naoka with how close she suddenly was. Naoka had been so focused on Astani and her naked body that she'd lost track of her Mistresses. "A treat for you, Astani, and a torment for our naughty pet," Madelynn declared as she held her hand up.

At first the hand was closed in a tight fist hiding whatever was held inside. Then, with Astani and Naoka's attention on her, Madelynn opened the hand to reveal a smooth, oddly shaped stone covered in glowing glyphs. Naoka had seen stones like this in the manor and knew it was some kind of sex toy, but she didn't think she'd yet seen how the toy was used.

I don't think I've had one used on me... or have I? Did I see one used on someone? Did I dream about one being used? Her furry ears drooped slightly as her mind clouded over, the memories she was trying to draw on turning to mist in her mind.

"Worry not, pet, I'll explain," Madelynn told Naoka, stroking the girl's face with the back of her free hand. "It's placed on a woman's most intimate place like so," she said, stepping closer to the girl as she placed the stone against Naoka's sex. "Feel how the curves match those of your womanhood? That wonderful little smooth rise in the center of the stone fits so snuggly against your pretty little clitoral hood. And feel how once willed to activate the magic of the stone keeps it adhered to your body," she added, removing her hand from the stone to show Naoka it remained attached to her body.

Naoka's ears had perked up and her tail had begun lashing then vibrating in anticipation. "And then what does it do, Mistress?"

"It brings pleasure," she told Naoka, slyly putting off the true revelation for a few more moments. "Through vibrations," she added, taking half a step back, lightly tapping the stone, then stepped back a bit further to wave Astani forward to stand beside her.

Naoka forgot all about the stone when Astani turned around. The woman's naked body was on full display, leaving the horny Kittaran in awe. The Priestess' beautiful figure was beyond stunning. Immaculate grace dripping with sensual allure that seemed nearly too perfect to be real. The woman was so divinely blessed she appeared untouchable, almost Elven in her beauty yet more otherworldly than even Liedia seemed to Naoka's eyes.

Yet Naoka was not given long to eagerly drink in the glorious sight of the Priestess' flawless naked body. The stone attached to her womanhood began to vibrate, the motions subtle at first but strong enough to send an eruption of pleasure washing through Naoka's body and pulling nearly all focus of the world around her inwards.

The girl gasped, wiggling and moaning as her eyes grew heavily hooded from waves of pleasure. The vibrations, almost gentle at first, began to slowly grow in intensity. She let out cute, low, lewd moans of pleasure as she wiggled and danced in her bindings. Soon the pleasure was growing strong enough to leave her panting, rising towards release so steadily she forgot all about the glyphs of orgasm denial on her.

As the intensity mounted Naoka, feeling greedy in the throes of pleasure, forced herself to refocus her attention on Astani. The woman's otherworldly grace was now slightly lessened by the way she was braced against Madelynn for support, her legs shaking as she gripped the woman while moaning in pleasure.

It took Naoka's pleasure-overwhelmed mind a bit to process what she was seeing, especially since she'd prioritized using her limited brainpower to ogle the woman's crotch to see what her womanhood looked like. As blond as the hair on her head and even glowing slightly with her divine light, Naoka observed. Not clean shaven like my Mistresses prefer their girls, but kept so neatly trimmed her pubic hair is no more than a soft, thin, well-groomed decoration to the wonderful fleshy folds of her sex.

The way the woman was leaning against and clinging to Madelynn for support left Naoka confused. Then things clicked into place as her pleasure-muddled mind cleared slightly. She's feeling what I'm feeling, Naoka remembered. The vibrating stone, she feels its growing intensity!

Seeing the woman riding the same delightful waves of intense vibrating pleasure she was left Naoka feeling intimately connected to the woman in a way that intensified her pleasure. Suddenly the wonderfully erotic scene she was in the middle of was all too much. Being bound. Being the center of so much attention. The intimate connection with a woman so beyond her that she felt they didn't even live in the same world. And the mounting, ever-intensifying pleasure coming from the vibrations. All of it was too much!

Naoka gasped, knowing the swirl of sensations and stimulation was mounting to a crescendo of pleasure. The release went from something she was steadily building towards something that was going to suddenly explode from within her. And then... it didn't.

Astani's legs gave out under her as she wailed out a beautiful, lewd moan of pleasure. Madelynn had to grab hold of the Priestess while Astani came long and hard, the pleasurable vibrations she was still feeling thanks to her connection to Naoka's body prolonging and intensifying her climax.

At the same time Naoka felt... not nothing, but close to it. She was aware of all the sensations and delights that SHOULD have been bringing to her a climax as intense as Astani was suffering through. Yet all her senses had suddenly dulled just as she had been about to get off. It was like having a rug pulled out from under you just before the moment of triumph, not only was the victory you thought assured stolen but you were left feeling so frustrated from the denial it was felt as a physical pain.

The most frustrating thing at the moment for Naoka was still feeling the vibrations of the stone. But she only felt them as a faint shadow barely seen through a heavy mist, aware they existed but not experiencing what they offered. The frustration was made all the worse by watching Astani. Her orgasm was so intense and long that she seemed more to be enduring the overwhelming pleasure rather than enjoying it.

Naoka hissed and snarled like a feral cat, horny heart full of jealous rage.

"Two," was called out, the word making Naoka aware of Selwyn nearby laughing in cruel amusement.

Madelynn had more sympathy for the poor girl. "Enough," she snapped, the word of command filled with power that caused the vibrating stone's magic to end. It stopped vibrating then fell off Naoka, landing with a loud "thunk" on the floor.

Naoka's full senses came flooding back to her, leaving her hissing and snarling even more viciously. Her body ached painfully for release, but her closeness to that release had been ruined and she'd need to start all over. Naoka was suddenly uncertain if she'd be able to endure nine more denied orgasms, not in the playful way she'd doubted earlier but now with sincere concern and frustration that left her starting to wonder what would happen if she used her safeword.

"Yes, I'd like to know that too," Astani panted, still clinging to Madelynn for support as she panted heavily in her post-orgasmic haze of delight. "What would happen if your pet used her word of safety?"

Naoka blinked, confused for a moment. Had she been speaking her frustrations out loud and not realized it?

"No, pet," Selwyn said as she strutted up to the bound Kittaran. "We keep telling you that you think too loudly," she reminded Naoka as she started running her fingertips down the front of the girl's body.

At first Naoka closed her eyes and purred, enjoying the unexpectedly tender touch from the normally crueler of her two Mistresses. Then the pleasure fog muddling her mind momentarily cleared and she realized this tender kindness was actually a cruelty, just a way to begin working her towards the next orgasm that was going to be denied.

"I find it endearing," Madelynn declared. "Whether our naive, trusting, sweet pet is choosing not to try and hide her most intimate thoughts, or is incapable of it, matters not. It's part of her charm. Part of what makes her so special."

Selwyn had gone from gently caressing and tickling Naoka's bare skin with just her fingertips to running her whole hands along the girl's body. She did more than tease, leaving Naoka panting in pleasure and wiggling in delight. "She is indeed special," Selwyn declared, looking over her shoulder at Madelynn and Astani. "The perfect sweet, naive tool we required to help continue and maybe even finish so many plots and fiendish machinations we had in motion when we found her."

The soft moans coming from Astani as she leaned lovingly into Madelynn matched Naoka's own soft sounds of delight. "Yes, yes," the woman panted before letting out a matching moan along with Naoka as Selwyn started teasing the Kittaran's nipples. "She's precious. Gullible. Enough trusting innocence to fuel a hundred dark rituals. But what of NOW? What if she utters her safeword?"

As Naoka wiggled and moaned from what Selwyn was doing with her hands she felt touched for a few moments. Astani, seeming as nearly overwhelmed with pleasure as she was, was worried about her! The woman wanted to be sure Naoka felt safe, that she could end this cruel game of pleasure and frustration whenever she wanted.

The barking sound of an amused, cruel laugh coming from Selwyn made Naoka's ears perk up and doubt what she'd just thought.

"You misunderstand completely, pet," Selwyn told Naoka as she slipped one hand down the girl's midsection to snake its way towards her damp womanhood while slithering the other up to tease her neck then slip her fingers into Naoka's hair to tickle and tease behind one of her furry cat ears. "She's not anxious to ensure you have the power to stop this, she's anxious you'd be allowed to USE that power to rob her of HER delight, delight she only receives as long as YOUR torment continues!"

Naoka stared in disbelief, finding it impossible that her Mistress was accurately reading the intent of Astani's question. The Priestess had been so kind to her so far! Expressed so much concern... Then the woman looked over her shoulder at Naoka. Her beautiful face was flush and she was still panting from her climax, while the sly smile on her pretty lips revealed a hint of shame.

"See?" Selwyn declared in a gloating tone. "She's as much a monster as we are, she just wraps herself in her goddess' blessings of loyalty and love. But gods, no matter their domain, are cruel and selfish and only ever give forth blessings to further their impossible-to-understand machinations."

Madelynn clicked her tongue in disapproval. "My beloved is delighting in mocking our guest, not you, pet," she explained to Naoka as she continued to hold Astani. She'd wrapped her arms around Astani and was sensually stroking and tickling the Priestess' naked back.

Naoka felt every touch on the Priestess' back as acutely as if Madelynn were touching her, something she suspected the woman was aware of. When she met Madelynn's eyes and saw the glint of wicked playfulness in her eyes Naoka was CERTAIN she was only caressing the Priestess to tease and torment Naoka.

"If you speak your word of safety the scene will end," Madelynn declared. "You'd be taken down, the glyphs of orgasm denial removed from your body, and you'd be given whatever aftercare you needed."

The words reassured Naoka. She realized then her Mistress' fingers were not stroking and caressing her through the Priestess to tease but rather to calm her and show affection.

"But," Selwyn said, voice cold and firm. "If that WERE to happen our pet would have a choice to make. Either return to this scene and continue her punishment once she was able or take her leave of our mansion."

"She wouldn't be tossed out to return to the streets where we found her," Madelynn told Astani, who had been following the exchange with great interest. "We'd give her clothing, money, and find her a simple place to live while ensuring she had some work to be able to keep that place while also keeping herself fed. But her life here would be over and she'd never be allowed to return."

Astani stood, no longer needing support, but remained close to Madelynn so the woman could keep stroking and caressing her naked back. "Is this the same deal you have with all your servant girls?"

Her voice, still a bit breathy from her orgasm, was filled with a mix of curiosity and concern that touched Naoka. She's no monster, Naoka thought. She WAS worried about me and all my Mistresses' servant girls. She wants to make sure we're all here willingly.

The sound of a dark, almost bitter-sounding chuckle from Selwyn made Naoka's ears perk up and rotate towards the woman, although her eyes remained locked on Madelynn. She was enjoying watching her touch the Priestess, it made the things she was feeling more "real" and comforting.

"Our dear friend may be asking because she worries about you and our other servants," Selwyn said, "but there's more to it. If we're holding you girls here against your will, or even if your consent to live the way you do is dubious, she could use that against us in some way. Oh, she's loyal to us, it's her religious duty to be so, but if it gained her and her followers power she'd find a way to twist that loyalty to her advantage."

Madelynn had kept her eyes locked on Naoka's, paying close attention to the expressions dancing across the girl's face. "Do you wish the scene to end, pet?"

Naoka took a moment to think. "No," she finally said, voice hinting at some anxiety yet full of certainty. "You've reassured me I CAN end it if it's too much and put me at ease by reminding me you'd give me aftercare. That makes me feel safe, Mistress. And knowing I'd be allowed to return to and finish my punishment makes me feel even safer. I WANT to be a good girl," she declared, chin held up in slight defiance as she glanced at Selwyn. "I will be the BEST girl you two have ever had."

Selwyn snorted at that. "Perhaps she doesn't realize what a low bar she's set herself to topping. There are reasons past special guests who have lived in the bedroom you now inhabit didn't hold our attention for long."

"Selfish in all the wrong ways," Madelynn sighed sadly.

"Others far too eager to brat and be punished," Selwyn declared in disapproval.

"Most are too satisfied to lose themselves in the seas of sexual and emotional pleasure that comes from the life we live in this manor," Madelynn added. "With no curiosity or drive to try and solve any of the mysteries laid out before them."

"For mysteries build power," Selwyn announced as though Naoka hadn't heard the phrase a hundred times already.

"And your Mistresses ALWAYS hunger for more power," Astani said, her tone full of affection for the woman. "And after our lunch where you explained where all your plots are headed I now understand it's power you'll put to good use."

She pressed her naked body into Madelynn, grabbing the woman's wrists and pulling her hands to the Priestess' backend. Naoka let out a little squawk of delight when she felt Madelynn slap then grab the Priestess' ass thanks to the bond they currently shared.

"But right now I don't care about any of that," Astani declared, voice full of greedy, sensual eagerness. "Your pet wants to continue her punishment and I'm ravenously hungry to steal the nine other orgasms she's due to be denied. I want to know how we'll be tormenting her next!"

To Naoka's great surprise Selwyn started undoing her bindings to let her down from the wall. Her furry cat ears drooped and she looked cautiously at the woman. "Why am I being taken down?"

Selwyn didn't answer the girl, nor did the other two women in the room. Madelyn and Astani had pulled apart, both staring at Naoka with looks of fiendish expectation that left the Kittaran feeling increasingly anxious.

As Naoka was fully released from her bindings Selwyn took a few steps back as the other two women rushed to stand by her. The three joined hands, muttering something Naoka assumed was a spell of some kind.

She looked from the three women, ears flat and tail lashing in anxious agitation. As her unease increased she felt a strange power flowing through the room, a hint of... something. Magic? She still barely understood this dizzying world of sensual magic but she suspected the three were casting a powerful spell together, it was the only thing that made sense to her.

"Mistress," she began anxiously as she grabbed her lashing tail and started stroking it to soothe herself, "what is happening?"

The question became more relevant as the words left her mouth. While speaking them a ripple ran through the air, bursting out from the three women chanting before her. The world around them shifted and contorted as the ripple ran through it. For a few horrible moments Naoka wasn't sure what anything was. She wasn't even sure what direction was up and was left with the sensation of being both rooted to the ground and falling up into the air.

Then, as quickly as the disorienting chaos had begun, the world jerked back into place. Only now Naoka's surroundings were different. The faux dungeon playroom was now a temple. No, Naoka thought as she stroked her tail anxiously while her head darted from side to side, NOT a temple. It's still a playroom, the SAME playroom, only now dressed up to LOOK like a temple. And not just ANY temple but a temple of Inera! I recognize the goddess' holy symbol because Astani wears it. Two intertwining lines that form a cross and then swirl up into the shape of a heart. And there's something about the architecture and design of the place that FEELS like Astani.

The plethora of sex toys and all the heavy-duty BDSM gear and furniture remained, only altered slightly to fit into the new false persona the playroom now wore. It was an overwhelming change, especially coming so quickly.

Once her mind had processed the changes Naoka turned her attention back to the women that had used magic to change the room so suddenly and thoroughly. She found her Mistresses standing on either side of her, waiting for her attention to turn to them. As soon as it did they grabbed her by the upper arms, just firm enough to excite the girl and remind her they were in the middle of playing out a punishment scene.

"Come, pet," Madelynn said as she and Selwyn began leading Naoka to a throne-like altar in the back of the playroom. Astani, naked but sitting like a high priestess dressed in her finest robes, sat on the throne-altar awaiting their approach.

"Your punishments must continue," Selwyn told Naoka, voice theatrically menacing.

"And we need to show our love and loyalty to our dear friend by making her central in that punishment," Madelynn added.

As they neared Astani the woman smiled serenely, drinking in the sight of Naoka being brought to her. "And you have a goddess you need to worship while that happens," she told the Kittaran.

"Kneel before the Priestess of Inera," Selwyn barked, Madelynn and her pushing Naoka to her knees when they reached Astani.

The Priestess leaned back in her throne-altar, spreading her legs open and sliding forward in her seat slightly. As Naoka was made to kneel between the woman's long, slender legs it left her feeling like Astani's pussy was an altar she was being prepared to prayer at. The idea excited Naoka, leading her to purr loudly as her ears perked up while the base of her tail vibrated in carnal enthusiasm.

"Seems my firm hand is no longer needed," Selwyn said when she saw the Kittaran's eagerness. She released her grip on Naoka's arm and slipped away.

Although still vaguely aware of Madelynn's hands on her nearly all Naoka's focus was on Astani, specifically the Priestess' pussy. She'd been knelt with the woman's sex nearly in front of her sex. Naoka purred as she drank in the sight of the intimate fleshy valleys of the older woman's vulva.

Her pubic hair was just as blond as the hair on her head. Well-groomed and kept short, it looked almost like soft animal down. Naoka longed to lean in closer and press her nose gently into the hair to see if it would be as soft as it looked.

"Go ahead, pet," Madelynn whispered into one of Naoka's cat ears. The feel of her breath tickled her sensitive feline inner ear hairs, making her let out a soft moan of surprise and desire as the cat ear twitched. "But as you indulge in my dear friend's wonderful womanhood you must worship her, and through her Inera shall receive the faith you give forth. For the only ones that hunger more than your Mistresses are the gods, they are ALWAYS ravenous for faith."

Madelynn stroked Naoka's back with one hand while slipping the other up past her collar to tickle her fingers into the Kittaran's hair at the back of her head. "Bend forward in prayer and worship," Madelynn told Naoka as she pushed the girl's face closer to Astani's pussy. "Indulge. Inhale. There, she smells so good, yes? So womanly, so pristinely perfect she seems almost unreal. You smell her arousal. You smell the ripeness of her cunt after getting to enjoy the orgasms stolen from you. You can smell it all, can't you?"

Naoka let out a soft, low, mewling moan. "Yessssssss Mistress," she sighed as a hand slipped between her legs so she could lightly touch herself while huffing the Priestess' wonderful womanly odors.

Astani was moaning along with Naoka. She'd leaned further back in her throne-altar, writhing slightly as she felt everything Naoka felt. When Madelynn had started stroking the Kittaran's back and running her fingers into the girl's hair Astani had wiggled her back and reached back to touch her own hair as if stroking ghostly fingers she felt there.

When Naoka had moved in close and started inhaling her womanly scent Astani had put a hand to her face, breathing in slowly with her eyes closed. The blessing binding them together only shared physical sensations, so she did not smell herself the way Naoka was smelling her, but she felt the heat of her sex the way Naoka felt it as she moved her face closer.

At one point Naoka had moved her face, angling it up further so her nose was pointed at the woman's well-groomed blond bush. This had led the girl to breath heavily on Astani's slit, the heat and moisture of her heavy breathing sending wonderful waves of warm pleasure flowing up the Priestess' body. Astani had shivered in delight, the pleasure intensified as Naoka started touching herself. This had led her to almost closing her thighs tight around the girl's face. She'd managed to stop herself, but her thighs had moved in close enough for Naoka, and thus her, to feel the heat of her bare thighs on the girl's cheeks.

"Go on pet, do it. You want to so badly it's like you're screaming your desire," Madelynn told Naoka, gently pushing her face into Astani's crotch.

Naoka, purring deeper, happily pressed her nose into Astani's well-groomed pubic hair. It was almost as soft as she had imagined and smelt even more wonderful than she'd hoped it would. She started turning her face one way and then the other, purring deeper as she rubbed her nose from side to side in the soft hair.

This was nearly too much for Astani. Not only was she soaking in the Kittaran's sensual, loving, worshipful attention being directed at her womanhood but she was feeling the warmth, softness, and eventual dampness of her vulva as Naoka's facial rubbing into her pussy worked its way down the woman's sex. Her legs DID close this time, her thighs pressing gently into Naoka's cheeks, something she felt along with the Kittaran which only intensified the intimacy of the moment.

Above every other sensation was the girl's breath. Hot. Moist. But not just the heavy breathing of a woman soaking in the womanly allures of another woman's sex. The Kittaran was huffing in the smell of her cunt like it was cat nip. Each huff in left Naoka purring a bit louder and deeper till it got to the point Astani could feel the vibrations in her thighs.

Even knowing the added sensation would feel almost too much Astani slid her fingers into Naoka's hair to caress and partially hold the girl's head. She shifted from gripping the girl's furry cat ears to hold her in place to easing up and letting the girl shift from side to side or to move lower as she continued to inhale and breathe in her most intimate of scents.

Both Naoka and Astani had gotten so lost in the moment they'd both temporarily forgotten they weren't alone. Both were reminded of Madelynn's presence when the woman chuckled lovingly at the sight of the two lost in sensual delight. "I am thinking this is a 'scene' you've played in your temple plenty of times, bet even your most devout worshiper has never prayed to Inera so fully the way Naoka prayed to the goddess through you."

Astani, flush and breathing almost as heavily as Naoka, shook her head slightly from side to side. "The faith flowing from her into me then up into Inera is so... so intense. So freely given. It's a prayer the likes of which I've rarely experienced, faith so pure and strong it will feed Inera more fully then a temple or worshipers normally does. And the girl isn't even thinking Inera's name! She's not thinking any of the prayers. It's just adoration, recklessly and freely given. This girl... How can she be this pure and innocent yet live here with you?"

Madelynn ignored the question. "It's the huffing of your most womanly of scents that's making the physical sensations so different and intense, yes?"

"Yes," Astani gasped as Naoka, clearly at least half listening to the conversation, pressed her face more into the woman's sex and inhaled deeply. This led Astani to moan and wiggle as she tightened her thighs tighter around the girl's face while gripping her cat ears a bit tighter, all things SHE felt which increased her pleasure. "I've had cunt-hungry women worship me who CLAIMED to love the smell of pussy, but compared to this girl..." She trailed off, moaning and wiggling as Naoka's huffing of her pussy started to incorporate some light licking.

"As a Kittaran in heat Naoka's sense of smell is heightened to a degree we can't imagine," Madelynn told Astani. "She can pick up on scents neither of us can, she can smell fragrances and pheromones we'd never be able to experience even with the aid of magic. The heightened senses of a Kittaran in heat grow increasingly as they lose themselves further in the throes of arousal.

"The more she huffs your pussy the more acutely she'll smell you through it. The girl is learning all there is to learn about you through smell right now, and thanks to the little scene we've set up here in this fake temple she's doing it as a form of prayer to Inera. That WAS what you wanted, yes?"

"Yes," Astani moaned out softly as Naoka's attention to the woman's pussy shifted ever so subtly to become oral worship. Her tongue lapped at her fleshy folds, especially near her clit, like a kitten lapping up milk from a saucer, as though the taste of the woman's arousal was the tastiest of treats.

"Loyalty," the Priestess said, the end of the word turning to a gasp of joy as Naoka began properly eating the woman out. "Love," she added in another gasp as she gripped the Kittaran's ears while tightening her thighs around the girl's face.

After a few deep desperate gasps she started talking quickly. "A taste of the girl's faith, flowing to Inera as she worships her via my body. That was part of our deal." She gasped again, arching her back and locking her ankles behind the small of Naoka's back.

She laughed a bit, the moment's tension momentarily broken by Naoka's tail flicking up and partially wrapping around one of her legs. "Inera be praised! This girl's mouth is... Not the most skilled I've ever had on my blessed cunt, but her sincere enthusiasm! Goddess, there's no words for it."

Panting as though trying to hold back from climaxing she tightened her grip on the girl's ears while wrapping her legs tighter around her. "Sorry, you lovely little thing, but you're going to hate this." Astani then threw her head back, arched her back further, and let out a long, loud moan of pleasure as she came. The moan echoed like a sung prayer through the faux temple. The yellow-white holy glow that radiated from the woman as she climaxed gave the impression that Inera had received the orgasm as a prayer and rewarded it with powerful blessings.

Naoka had lost herself in the bliss of first huffing the woman's powerful scents, then the pleasure of tasting her, and finally the pleasure of eating her out. It had all been so strange at first, feeling every tickle, every breathe, every lick given to the Priestess on herself. Although she'd only smelt the woman there had been the illusion that she'd also been smelling herself. And then once the huffing and tasting had turned into full on oral sex there had been the wonderful, although slightly disorienting, feeling that she was eating herself out as much as she was eating out the Priestess.

The intimate closeness had grown into warm then burning sensual heat. But it had been more than that, more than the physical sensations. She'd been worshiping the woman's body, yet not. She was worshiping a divine power THROUGH her worship of the woman's body. She'd FELT it, felt something flowing from her, into Astani, then up to wherever the gods of Alaria resided. She felt that divine power greedily feeding on what she was offering, feeding as greedily as she huffed the Priestess' scent and lapped up the strong, wonderful taste of her sex.

As the intensity of it built there had been an aspect that had scared her a little. The greed of the thing taking what she was offering part of herself to was so immense. There had been the dangerous sense that if she kept giving to the divine power it would take everything she had to give and then some. Yet Naoka hadn't stopped. She could feel that the thing she was offering the deity would be returned in some way. A blessing would be put on her in return for the faith she gave.

And then there was the pleasure. Since coming into heat Naoka had learned over and over that there was nothing she desired more than women. Looking at them. Watching them move. Hearing them speak and moan. Feeling them touch her. Touching them. Smelling them. TASTING them. Every woman in every way. But to worship a woman? To actually pray to a woman's pussy not LIKE it was a holy altar, but to have it BE a holy altar? The pleasure was beyond what she could have imagined before becoming her Mistresses' pet. And to get to feel the pleasure she was giving to the Priestess as she worshiped her womanhood!

Naoka had quickly become so lost in scents and sensations, both physical and spiritual, that she had forgotten this was part of her punishment. She forgot all about the glyphs of orgasm denial on her, forgot about them till the moment Astani reminded her.

"Sorry, you lovely little thing, but you're going to hate this."

Naoka had processed the words' meaning just as she'd felt herself cresting that final rise towards orgasm. Thanks to their connection she'd felt it building in Astani as well, and thanks to feeling everything the woman felt she'd felt it doubly building in herself as though she was eating them both out to two separate climaxes.

Then the moment came, rising toward TWO orgasms and then... nothing.

The awful dulling of sensations. The terrible pain of having the orgasm ruined and denied. Naoka stopped eating Astani out, hissing in frustration into her sex as the woman wailed out her moan of pleasure that was a prayer to her goddess. She hissed louder, frustrated and jealous she didn't feel that hiss on her pussy the way Astani was feeling it. She grew angry as she felt the woman's orgasm intensify because of her hissing into her pussy, yet DIDN'T feel the pleasure and release of the increased orgasm.

Out of frustration Naoka grabbed the Priestess' legs and, still hissing into her pussy, extended her claws into the woman's soft flesh. Astani howled louder, the sudden addition of claws biting into her skin only heightening her pleasure.

"Ease up pet," Madelynn said firmly. Naoka realized the woman had grabbed her shoulder and was gripping her tightly to get her attention, but that she barely felt the woman's iron grip thanks to the way the glyphs of orgasm denial were dulling her physical senses. "The claws, pet," Madelynn said to ensure Naoka understood what she wanted the girl to ease up on.

Naoka's ears went flat while her tail lashed in wide arcs of agitation. "Yes, Mistress," she hissed, retracting her claws and huffing in frustration, but making sure she turned her face away from Astani's sex as she did. Her mind had come into focus allowing her to realize she needed Astani to come down from her climax so she could feel things once more.

Still, she kept her face close to where it had been. As Astani's thighs loosened from around her head the Kittaran rested her cheek on one, keeping close and ensuring she'd still be able to smell the woman as acutely as she had been smelling her, but not so close that her breathing would stimulate the over stimulated woman as she came down from her orgasm.

The moment it ended would have been obvious to Naoka thanks to the way the woman's entire body went limp. But if she'd had any doubt they would have been washed away by the return of physical sensations. The orgasm Astani had been having was over and now the glyphs of orgasm denial had allowed Naoka's body and her ability to feel pleasure to return to normal.

One more denied orgasm down, Naoka thought as she shifted her face slightly to enjoy the softness of Astani's thigh. Now that the worst of the pain and frustration was past Naoka could see the fun in this game. She started purring lightly, thinking about how wonderful building to another orgasm was going to be and how delightful the torment of having it denied would then be. Sure, eight more times might prove too much, but oh how she'd enjoy seeing if this punishment would "break" her and cause her to use her safeword.

Astani, still limp and breathing heavily, reached a weak shaking hand out to place it on Naoka's head. She gently pet the girl, scratching sensually at the back of one of her furry cat ears. The simple gesture made her convulse slightly, moaning as though feeling what she was doing to the girl was too much for her over-stimulated body to handle. She paused, giving herself a moment to recenter, then returned to petting Naoka.

"Loyalty and love," the woman sighed, the words equally a term of endearment as much as a prayer. "I've had many, MANY women worship me like this," she began, petting the girl and occasionally scratching sensually at Naoka's furry ear. "Some I could feel were only doing so out of religious devotion to Inera."

She paused, smirking at Madelynn who was kneeling behind Naoka and had kept a hand on the girl's shoulder, stroking and petting her along with Astani. "You know that feeling, don't you? The hesitation of a woman who has no true desire for other women, especially when they get their face close the way this lovely kitten's face is close to my womanhood. In some it's more than hesitation, it's near revulsion."

Madelynn nodded. "I know the feeling. There are times there can be heat in such a thing, but it's not something me or my dearest love indulge in very often. We prefer enthusiastic toys."

Naoka looked up, enjoying the view of the Priestess from the angle she was at. Looking up to see her trim yet soft mid-section, the valley of her breasts, the angle of her flush, sweat covered face. The satisfied smile on her divinely pretty lips! What a wonderful sight to behold, and all with the woman's pussy still inches from her face.

The Kittaran purred a bit louder when Astani looked down at Naoka, smiling lovingly down at the girl. Naoka thought about what the view must be like for the Priestess. The inverse of what she saw, looking down the valleys of her naked body to see Naoka's face by her pussy. Naoka felt a rightness to it. This is how she belonged, on her knees and worshiping women like Astani and her Mistresses.

"That was not the feeling with this lovely kitten," Astani said, looking at Naoka with sincere affection that made the Kittaran swoon. "Her desire for my womanhood, for ME as a woman, it was... beyond anything I've ever experienced. She's so... pure. Her desire is so... so... entire," she finally said, saying the word as though it wasn't enough. "The way she worshiped me..."

She finally looked away from Naoka. "Madelynn, dear friend, surely she's suffered enough? A girl this pure... to keep punishing her this way..."

Naoka tensed. She pulled her head slightly off the woman's thighs. Her ears perked up, rotating towards Madelynn. She kept looking at Astani, and although she directed what she said to the Priestess it was her Mistress she was really speaking to.

"I'm a good girl," Naoka declared. "I was naughty and I earned my punishments. I WILL receive it and I will enjoy every horrible, delightful moment of it. Even if it's too much. Even if I have to use my safeword and pause our scene, I WILL finish my punishments. And I will ENJOY it. I WANT it."

Madelynn stroked Naoka's back lovingly, causing both the Kittaran and Astani to moan out softly. "Don't worry, pet, you'll be given every chance to receive what you've earned. And Astani will endure through every moment of it, for that was what she promised us."

"Yes," Selwyn said as she stepped behind Madelynn and put a hand lovingly on the woman's shoulder.

It wasn't till then that Naoka realized she'd completely lost track of the woman. Where was she during that? What was she doing while we all lost track of her?

"But perhaps there's less of the punishment left than you both think," Madelynn continued. "Thanks to being the one who put the glyphs of orgasm denial on our pet I can feel how much strength the enchantment has left. Four orgasms have been denied now."

Naoka's ears drooped as she furrowed her brow. "No," she said slowly, thinking hard. "Three. Two before and one now."

"Two now," Madelynn corrected her. "Your divinely blessed mouthmanship worked you to your own orgasm alongside the one you worked Astani to. The magic might not always work that way, as this kind of magic is fickle and changes as the winds of magic blow through our world, but that was how it worked this time. You've now seven denied orgasms left, not eight."

Both Naoka and Astani let out sighs that were an equal part relief and sadness.

"Well, if she's eager and willing..." Astani said, moaning softly as she kept petting Naoka, feeling the soft tender touches as acutely as Naoka did. "But I'll need a bit longer of a cool down before I can endure more of the girl's delightful torments."

Naoka suspected that IF this was all part of some preplanned play for her sake she was being given an opening to ask questions. "Tell me about Inera," Naoka asked, voice soft as she enjoyed the two women's hands on her, stroking and calming her. Even if she was wrong about them wanting her to ask questions now she hoped they'd still answer them while Astani and her Mistress pet her.

"She is the Goddess of Loyalty and Love," Astani began, voice soft as she luxuriated in the calm, intimacy of feeling everything Naoka was feeling. "She inspires her followers to embrace a goodness that, unlike many other 'good' deities, is open with her worshipers' sexuality. She accepts all sexual desire and indulgent pleasure as long as it comes from a place of love and is fully consensual or at least from a bond of loyalty.

"In many lands Priestess' like me conduct marriage ceremonies even for those who do not actively worship Inera. She accepts all who love and are loyal to each other, and in a way any act of love mixed with loyalty is a form of prayer to her whether it is meant that way or not. Her powers and blessings are great in every part of Alaria where bonds of love and loyalty are strong and common."

Naoka was satisfied with the bit of information but her Mistresses clearly weren't. Selwyn clicked her tongue while Madelynn cleared her voice. "But she's not a Goddess who only blesses women who share sapphic desire?" Madelynn asked, her tone making it clear she knew the answer and thought less of the goddess because of this.

Astani sighed, hinting at a sliver of disappointment in her goddess as well. "She blesses all who share loyalty and love, regardless of gender or sex. But being so open she has far more sapphic faithful than most deities whose worship is not centered on such couplings. But worry not," she said, stroking Naoka reassuringly, "Inera's blessings are not dependent on my ministrations of her divine blessings to men. I am allowed to share my love and loyalty only with women and am as blessed by Inera as much as I would be if I DIDN'T keep my life as free of men as possible."

A dreamy look came over the Priestess' face. "To think, perhaps one day we'll live in a place where we needn't even see their faces on the street. A place free of men," she sighed. "A place they can't even enter."

"Soon," Selwyn assured Astani. "Once all our plans are carried out."

Madelynn, kneeling behind Naoka and stroking her back, leaned in close to whisper conspiratorially into the Kittaran's ear. "Once all the correct mysteries are solved."

Astani kicked a leg out, playfully pushing the woman away from Naoka. "Time for your machinations later," she told Madelynn. "Now the girl's punishments must resume so my pleasure can continue!"

Behind Madelynn Selwyn let out a playfully sinister laugh. "But haven't you seen, dear friend? The punishments. The pleasure. It's all part of our machinations!"

"That's right," Madelynn said as she got to her feet to loom above Naoka. "We're secretly monsters and this pretty little kitten is our captive heroine we're so cruelly, but delightfully, tormenting!"

Astani, still lounging mostly limply on her throne-altar, rolled her eyes. "The girl is a lovely treat and she IS special, but she's no Terin and her time in your manner is no great journey."

Naoka, ears perked up, looked from woman to woman trying to read their faces. Was this all just playful teasing? Or was this more... Did Astani not see the glint in her Mistresses' eyes that suggested there was at least some truth in their teasing? Or was it that Astani was as much a part of whatever wonderful perverse and potentially dark game her Mistresses were playing?

Madelynn, still looming over Naoka, gave Selwyn a sly look. "Our dear friend doesn't seem to realize what monsters we are. Perhaps we need to show her?"

A moment later Selwyn was behind Madelynn, arms wrapped around the woman's thick waist. "Yes, my dearest love, I think the pretty blond priestess AND our pet need to be shown what monsters we are!"

With a nod of approval Madelynn went on. "For the precious, sweet, always carnally hungry little stray we've taken in IS destined to be a heroine and she IS on a great journey."

"And perhaps we're the sensual monsters she's fated to face off against when her story reaches its climax," Selwyn said as her dusky-skinned hands wandered her partner's luscious curves. "Till then I think the pretty kitty needs to suffer through plenty of other climaxes to ensure she understands just how wicked we can be."

If not for the theatrical tone the two women were speaking in Naoka might have thought they were being serious. A glance at Astani told Naoka the Priestess certainly thought they were just playing around, at worse making fun of Naoka and at best beginning to build heat as the scene they were playing out changed a bit from what it had been into whatever it was now becoming.

Yet there was a part of Naoka that wondered. Things in her Mistresses' manor seemed to come wrapped in layers. Layers of theatrical scariness hiding sensual fun. But sometimes the fun and the sensuality hid things too. There were REAL Mysteries here. Ominous ones with real stakes Naoka's limited life experiences didn't allow her to understand.

"We're taking full control of the scene," Selwyn declared as she let go of her partner's breasts so she could step out from behind her. "We're monsters now, revealed in all our might and horror, and the little heroine is our captive," she declared, grabbing Naoka's arm and wrenching her away from Astani then pulling her to her feet.

Naoka's tail lashed out, stroking Astani's leg as the woman sat up as if to grab and protect Naoka. She met the Priestess' eyes and grinned, trying to express that she trusted her Mistresses and wanted Astani to play along with whatever this was.

"Yes," Madelynn declared, grabbing Naoka's other arm to help drag the delighted Kittaran away from Astani. The Kittaran went limp, trusting the two women to support her weight and letting her feet drag on the ground behind her as they pulled her away. "She's our captive and the pretty Priestess can't do anything about it! In fact, she'll PAY for having tried to aid the heroine in foiling our fiendish plot," the woman declared with a theatrically fiendish laugh.

The laugh more than Naoka's look seemed to put Astani at ease. She rose from her altar throne and followed after the other three with a hand on her upper chest in a display of mock horror. "No, please, don't hurt the poor girl! She's an innocent! Do whatever fiendish thing you had planned to ME instead!"

Selwyn threw her head back and let out an evil cackle that Naoka thought sounded perhaps a little too sincere. Since she was being dragged facing away from them and looking back at Astani Naoka was able to watch the woman's face, studying her response to everything her Mistresses did. It was clear the Priestess seemed not to think there was anything menacing going on, that this was all just a game.

"Oh, pretty priestess, don't worry," Selwyn said after her cackle ended. "You'll suffer along with the captive heroine, suffer FAR worse in fact!"

Although there had been a hint of sincerity in Selwyn that had made Naoka's tail lash in anxious agitation she was enjoying this all. Her excitement was rising and she was eager to find out what 'fiendish' things her Mistresses had in store for her and the Priestess magically bound to her.

"We've worshiped in this temple, but what about a sacrifice?" Madelynn asked. She threw out the hand she wasn't using to drag Naoka behind her, sending out a wave of shimmering magic.

Naoka was being pulled along behind them facing Astani, not the direction her Mistresses were looking. She'd been enjoying the position, been enjoying the mock helplessness coming from not being able to see where they were taking her. And she'd VERY much been enjoying watching Astani following them, her pretty, normally serene face a mix of pretend concern and real excitement.

The Kittaran had planned on keeping her eyes on the woman, intent on watching her react to whatever her Mistresses did to her. Astani was already reaching up to grab and stroke her upper arms, a reminder she felt Selwyn and Madelynn's firm grip as acutely as Naoka did. Naoka had wanted to NOT know what she was being dragged to, wanted to try and guess helped along by Astani's reactions to what her Mistresses were doing behind her.

But the clear sensation of a blast of magic as powerful as Madelynn had sent flying was something Naoka couldn't ignore. Although she feared it would spoil the surprise she HAD to twist her head around and see what wonderful, cruel thing her Mistress had used her magic for.

The girl turned just in time to see the wave of shimmering magic enveloping something in a sparkling haze. The shimmering haze obscured whatever the thing was, although Naoka suspected it was some kind of BDSM furniture. A sawhorse perhaps? She'd seen one earlier, hadn't she? With lovely leather padding colored and patterned to make it feel like it fit in the faux temple of Inera.

She watched, ears perked up and twisted to point at the cloud of shimmering magic, as the obscured thing shifted. For a few moments it was like a blob of paint being smeared this way and that. Then, in a startling snap that reminded her of the strange disorienting feeling she'd experienced when the whole room had taken the shape of the fake temple, the blob became a bed-shaped altar complete with leather bondage straps.

Naoka purred deep and loud as her tail quivered in excitement. "Are you going to strap me to it? Are you going to 'sacrifice' me to Inera?"

"Oh, yes, pet. The brave, captive heroine is going to be strapped down and made even more helpless," Selwyn cooed as she and Madelynn pulled Naoka to her feet and twisted her around to face the altar.

Madelynn released her grip on Naoka, allowing Selwyn to take full control of pulling the excited Kittaran onto the altar. She loomed nearby, stepping close once Selwyn got Naoka onto her back. Naoka purred and leaned into her Mistress' touch as the woman stroked her head and petted one of her furry ears.

"Strapped down, yes," she agreed as Selwyn began securing and tightening leather bondage straps to Naoka's wrists and ankles. "But YOU won't be sacrificed to the Priestess' goddess, your pleasure will. Thanks to these glyphs of orgasm denial I put on you the mighty heroine will have her orgasms robbed, while the pretty Priestess will feel them all. Your sacrifice will be her gain."

Naoka purred. She wiggled eagerly. She looked from domineering woman to woman, eager to discover just how they planned on working her to the orgasms she'd have stolen. Would they use their mouths? Their hands? Toys? Would Astani be made to help?

As Selwyn secured the last of the straps ensuring Naoka couldn't do more than vainly wiggle her body the young Kittaran thought about the mock sacrifice. She knew this was just a game, that the sacrificial aspect of the scene they were playing out was supposed to be make-believe, but she wondered.

Worshiping Inera through the worshiping of Astani's body had been real, Naoka remembered, purring louder. So why wouldn't this be as well?

With Selwyn's work done the woman took up a position by Naoka's feet, looming over the sacrificial altar. She leaned forward slightly, bracing her hands near Naoka's bound ankles. "The heroine is now completely helpless and prepared to be sacrificed," she declared, sneering evilly at the girl so convincingly Naoka's ears went flat and she lost a bit of the fun heat that had been building.

Madelynn, who was still stroking and petting Naoka, leaned down to whisper in one of her downturned furry cat ears. "Helpless, yes, but our pet must remember she's never powerless with her Mistresses. She ALWAYS has power here. The power of her safeword, the power to pause or end anything should that be needed."

The words of reassurance were exactly what Naoka needed in the moment. "Thank you, Mistress," Naoka whispered as her body eased. The flash of real fear washed away, allowing the heat to start rising again. Suddenly she was acutely aware of both her Mistresses' bodies. The way both were looming and partially bending over her left their magnificently large breasts positioned in ways that left her whole body vibrating with carnal excitement.

It occurred to her then that she had no clear memories of being allowed to do more than just drool over her Mistresses' breasts. Just doing so was enough for her, yet there was that part of her that always wanted more... The way Madelynn loomed over her... If she hadn't been wearing the skimpy outfit that was little more than lingerie her tits would have practically been hanging in Naoka's face.

Naoka closed her eyes, imagining what that would have been like. Imagining what it would have been like if they WERE hanging in her face, their warm softness maybe even resting on her. She wiggled and purred, opening her mouth and flicking her tongue out then pretended to suck on an imaginary nipple that was only there in her mind.

"Maybe later, pet," Madelynn cooed softly as she stroked Naoka's cheek while running the fingers of her other hand through the girl's hair. "A lovely treat that might need to be given as part of your aftercare. But you've much to endure before then. Nine more denied orgasms, remember?"

Naoka's eyes fluttered open. "I remember, Mistress," she said, purring louder.

"Nine sacrifices to be given," Selwyn declared loudly, drawing all attention to herself.

Naoka saw that her little fantasy had given her Mistress the time she needed to retrieve a toy that was going to be used in their mock sacrifice. The sight of it startled and excited the excitable Kittaran. It looked like a heavy-duty mix of magic wand and sex toy, with a bulbous end made of a magic material that would feel firm yet soft against her body.

When the item was activated it would vibrate, she was certain of that. But HOW am I so certain? Have I had one of these used on me before? Naoka tried to pull memories to the front of her mind, but once more had that disorienting feeling of all her memories turning to mist as she tried to grab hold of them. What had and hadn't happened during her time in the mansion was mist, a shifting confusion of sensual delights and mysteries that only came into focus when they needed to.

It WILL vibrate, Naoka told herself, certain even if she wasn't sure WHY she was so certain. And the vibrations will be intense, REALLY intense. Again, she wasn't sure WHY she was so certain. Perhaps not from direct experience... Maybe it was a thing she'd seen used on one of the servant girls? Or maybe she'd seen it in a dream?

Doesn't matter, she told herself as she quivered in excitement tinged with a hint of fear. It's going to be powerful. Intense. It's going to bring me to climax almost instantly. And the pleasure won't stop, not while it's still pressed on my body. I'll barely be able to endure it!

Her whole body was vibrating, the expectation and fear building, all mixed with exciting dread from how painfully frustrating having the orgasms denied was going to be.

A soft, warm tingling against her pussy snapped Naoka out of her thoughts. She thought for a moment that one of her Mistresses had started touching her, perhaps to help warm her up before turning the magic wand on and beginning her torments. But Madelynn and Selwyn were still where they had been, one stroking her hair and ears reassuringly and the other looming menacingly by her feet with the intimidating sex toy held up to build tension.

"Poor thing really does think far too loud," Astani said in a breathy voice. Naoka, who had momentarily forgotten the woman was there, looked at her and realized what she was feeling. The Priestess was leaning against a nearby pillar, once more flush and breathy as she lightly played with herself. That's what Naoka was feeling through the glyphs of love and bonding the Priestess had put on them.

"Far too loud, bet we adore her for it," Madelynn said, stroking Naoka in a way that made it clear she was sincerely praising the girl and not mocking her.

"Did you do that to her?" Astani asked. Naoka wiggled and moaned as the woman started rubbing at herself more vigorously, suggesting the Priestess found the accusation at least a little arousing.

"Wish we could take credit for it, but that's the way our pet came to us," Madelynn told the Priestess.

"But her memories. Her mind. The mist in there. The confusion. THAT'S you," Astani accused.

This time there was no doubt the accusation turned the Priestess on. After spitting it out she'd arched her back slightly and thrown her chest out while teasing her opening with a finger. It made Naoka purr and wiggle more vigorously, delighted by the bit of extra heat as she kept her eyes on the toy Selwyn was keeping in sight as a reminder of what was going to happen once this little distraction had passed.

"Yes and no," Madelynn replied. "It would be more accurate to say it's our manor. You've seen the kinds of treasures we keep here, and you know we've many, MANY more hidden away than we'd ever reveal to any one person. That much power, so much of it ancient and brimming with so many different kinds of magical energy, it... warps things. Memories. Thoughts. The perception of the passage of time. The actual passage of time. If you live in it long enough it warps YOU."

Selwyn let slip a soft, sinister-sounding laugh. "Unless you're powerful enough, although some seem to think only monsters can be so powerful. And since that's what so many seem to think me and my dearest love secretly are we'll play the part."

She held the magic wand up, running a fingering sensually down the length of its handle like it was a lover she was trying to turn on. As her fingertip neared the bottom she pulled it off the toy, gripping it tight with the hand holding it as she did. The toy came to life, the tip vibrating so powerfully that the sound echoed through the playroom.

Selwyn pointed the bulbous vibrating tip towards Naoka, climbing up onto the altar and moving to press the toy into the girl's bare and waiting sex. Naoka erupted in eager but fearful mewling half-purred moans as she wiggled then wildly thrashed against her bindings as the intimidating vibrator neared her sex.

Selwyn crawled closer, looming over her like a predatory cat while Madelynn kept petting and stroking Naoka's head and ears. "The sacrifice shall begin," Selwyn growled, seeming even more like a monstress prepared to devour Naoka.

Naoka howled in shocked delight the moment her Mistress pressed the magic wand into her pussy. The vibrations were even more intense than she'd imagined they'd be. The rounded head of the toy seemed to shift sizes, growing then shrinking as Selwyn moved it this way and that to try and find the perfect angle to press the tool against Naoka's pussy.

The pleasure came in a disorienting, intense blast. In mere moments Naoka felt herself shooting to climax, only to have the orgasm robbed from her by the glyphs of orgasm denial almost faster than her mind had been able to process what was happening.

Her mewling yawls of shocked, delighted pleasure turned to a spitting hiss of angry frustration as the glyphs numbed the senses responsible for sexual release. The pleasure was gone in a snap, any of the sensations leading to it numbed. Still there, still "felt", but only as hollow shadows that left her even more angry and frustrated.

"Five," Selwyn counted out with cruel delight.

Astani stumbled forward, nearly collapsing onto the altar Naoka was strapped to. As Naoka had yawled with forced pleasure Astani had let out a gasp then howl of her own. Even though she'd been expecting the intense pleasure she hadn't been prepared for just how strong the vibrator was nor how intensely Naoka would feel its power.

"Goddess, how can any girl cum so hard and deep?" she moaned out while draping her naked body over Naoka.

"Six," Selwyn called out, holding the toy tight to Naoka's body as the Kittaran hissed and thrashed about in frustration.

Astani remained draped across the girl's midsection, feeling everything being robbed from Naoka. "Could the girl... have endured... this?" The Priestess moaned out, turning to point the question at Madelynn.

"She's a good girl," Madelynn cooed, stroking Naoka in a way she knew was only more overstimulating the Priestess. "Perhaps the best we've ever had. She'd endure it all. But she's NOT having to endure it, YOU are. For the love and loyalty we share as friends. In the name of your goddess, Inera."

"Seven," Selwyn called out, cackling in joy as she watched Naoka hiss and spit in frustration while Astani lay convulsing on top of the girl. "I had other delightful tortures in mind, but I think I've decided to simply power through the rest of our pet's punishments right now. In the name of Inera, of course," she added as she flashed the convulsing Priestess and slyly sinister look.

Astani whimpered. "Please, I... I can't take much more. The girl, the way she feels it. She... it's... GODDESS!"

"Eight," Selwyn called, cackling in glee as she watched the Priestess pawing franticly at Naoka.

"Safeword," Astani gasped. "Say your safeword girl! It's too much!!!"

Naoka growled at her, directing a great deal of the painful frustration she was feeling towards the priestess. "No. I'm a good girl. I can endure ALL my punishments. YOU say YOUR safeword!"

Madelynn, stroking and petting Naoka with intense affection, laughed softly. "Never. Astani would NEVER give women like us the satisfaction."

Astani whimpered, digging her claws into Naoka. "Please, girl. I'm begging you. Feel LESS! I can't-- Goddess!"

"Nine," Selwyn called out as Naoka thrashed and hissed.

For a moment Naoka was thankful the glyphs of orgasm denial were numbing what she could feel. Astani was digging her nails so sharply into soft parts of her body she was certain the pain might have been enough to make her call out her safeword. Just as the denied orgasm Astani was feeling ended she released the painful grip she had on Naoka.

"Goddess, you feel too much," Astani whimpered as her grip went limp. She shook and convulsed as she started to slide away from Naoka, her legs having given out under her.

Just as Astani fell from the altar Selwyn called out, "Ten!" Although the Priestess fell out of sight Naoka was able to paint what she thought was an accurate mental picture of the Priestess lying curled up on the floor next to the altar. The loud thump of her landing and then the whimpered moans of forced pleasure made it all too clear in her mind's eye.

Picturing it helped her endure the painful frustration of the rapid speed orgasm denial. They were suffering together and there was an intense intimacy that she'd not expected, but it WAS something she'd remember and look for again.

"Eleven!"

As the word was spoken several things happened at once. Selwyn pulled the vibrator off Naoka, tapping it to turn it off. At the same time Madelynn stopped petting Naoka, keeping her hands in place but pausing for the moment. Naoka was thankful for that. For as soon as the word "eleven" had been said the glyphs of orgasm denial had broken. In a rush her full sensitivity had come back to her and the sensations she was feeling were overwhelming.

Her body ached. Her cunt was sore, sore enough that she could FEEL the eleven orgasms she'd had but not felt as they happened. Her muscles ached. Her body felt weak. On top of that was the built-up frustrations of each denied orgasm. Even though she was aching and sore, especially between her legs, she ached even harder for release.

Naoka could feel the intensity of everything that had happened since she arrived at her Mistresses' lunch bubbling up and preparing to boil over. All the intense sensations. The pleasure. The denial. The emotions! SO many emotions, all made more intense by the ebb and flow of sensual, kinky fun and terrifying frustrating play. It was like a sea crashing inside her, a tidal wave that would overtake her. It would come out as tears at first, but then everything else she felt would follow.

"Aftercare," Selwyn snapped, her tone making it clear the scene was over. "They BOTH need aftercare."

As Naoka broke into an uncontrolled, body-shaking crying fit Madelynn went to work comforting her. She leaned close, putting her cheek against Naoka's while whispering soothingly to her, telling her to let it all out and cry as hard and long as she needed to.

At the same time she worked with impressive skill and speed getting Naoka unbound. Once unbound she scooped the small Kittaran girl from the altar and held her in her arms. Naoka clung to the woman, burying her face in the crook of her neck as her sobbing breakdown continued.

Naoka knew Selwyn was taking care of Astani, but it was only a vague awareness. She was feeling too many emotions to be even partially aware of the world around her beyond the warm comfort of her Mistress holding and soothing her.

At one point Madelynn placed Naoka on something soft. The girl was still clinging to her so tightly that she had no choice but to lie down next to her. The added comfort of a soft almost bed-like surface soothed Naoka enough to open even more emotional floodgates. She cried. She clung to her Mistress. She kept her face hidden in the warm softness of her body.

Madelynn held Naoka. She soothed her with tender, reassuring pets. She continued to tell her everything was fine, that she should cry as long and hard as she needed to. That she was safe. That she was cherished and loved.

At one point Madelynn snaked her hand down Naoka's back towards the girl's tail. She seemed to know the Kittaran's instincts would be to coil it around her forearm. The sensation of her tail coiled tightly around her Mistress' wrist brought an unexpected rush of intimate closeness that began to turn her emotional tide. Her intense sobbing fit began to lessen.

As she started to come out of her crying fit Madelynn shifted how she was holding and physically comforting the girl. Later Naoka wouldn't be able to exactly remember the position they were both in, but for a time she'd felt more catlike than she thought possible. She FELT like a cat laying on a person's chest as they stroked and petted them. The girl had a clear memory of her tail still being coiled around one of Madelynn's forearms and the woman's other hand softly working the wonderfully sensitive spot at the base of her cat ears.

Later Naoka would try to puzzle out what had happened during that strange transitional time when her Mistress was giving her aftercare. Although not aware of it while it was happening, looking back she'd see clearly that the period had been so dreamlike she thought it possible she'd dozed off for a bit.

Yet something inside her told her that WASN'T what happened. There had been magic at work then, perhaps something her Mistress had done to help her aftercare be more soothing. Perhaps it wasn't something the woman had even done on purpose, perhaps the manor she lived in was so full of magic that the world around them had become dreamlike, leaving reality behind for a time while she cried out the intensity of the day's events.

What Naoka WAS certain of was that by the time her crying fit was over they were no longer in the playroom. She had no memory of leaving the room, yet as the dreamlike aspect of the world around her faded to crisp normality she was able to see that she was lying on her bed in her room.

Perhaps she HAD fallen asleep and her Mistress had carried her there? But that seemed impossible. In the state she'd been in she would have been almost painfully aware of being picked up from the comforting laying position she'd been in as she cried and clung to Madelynn. Somehow whatever soft thing she and her Mistress had been laying on had become her bed.

At the time Naoka only pondered about the confusingly magical transportation back to her bedroom for a moment. As she loosened her grip on Madelynn the woman pulled away slightly, keeping close and maintaining plenty of physical contact, but giving Naoka the space to take in her surroundings.

The first thing she noticed after noting where they now were was that Madelynn was naked. That seemed as much a magical transformation as the change of scenery. She'd been clinging to the woman for so long, and in the beginning she had clothing on. Not much, just skimpy domineering lingerie, but it HAD been there.

Naoka barely had time to wonder about this when she noticed the two of them were not alone in the bed. Selwyn and Astani were both there, as naked as Madelynn. They were crowded around the Kittaran, holding and touching Naoka the same way Madelynn was.

It was strange and disorienting. It didn't feel like they'd suddenly appeared in the bed with them, it felt more like they'd always been there. Always had their soft warm bodies pressed against hers. Always had their hands caressing and comforting her naked body.

"You were a very good girl today," Madelynn told Naoka. She spoke in a soft, tender voice the Kittaran couldn't remember ever hearing the woman speak with before. There was no sinister undertone hidden in her words suggesting she was some monster in human guise and the sweet yet domineering swagger normally there was missing. She was just a woman, speaking softly to another woman like one lover to another.

"Yes," Selwyn agreed as she stroked Naoka's cheek then leaned in to plant a soft, tender kiss on the girl's cheek. "A very, VERY good girl. Perhaps the best girl we've ever had."

She sounded just like Madelynn, sincere with no theatrical overlays hiding mysteries. It was an even more shocking thing coming from the normally far more sinister woman.

Naoka was immensely confused. Was this still part of her aftercare? Had she been in such intense need of comfort that they'd stopped all their games? It felt almost like the two women were actors she'd only ever seen on stage but now had been let into their home to see their most true, intimate selves.

Yet that couldn't be right, so what did it mean? Was this just another game? Another layer of confusing mystery? Perhaps the games that her Mistresses played during aftercare needed to feel different for the aftercare to work.

"Such a very good girl," Astani added, reminding Naoka she was in the bed touching her as well.

Astani's presence made the whole thing even more confusing. She wasn't one of her Mistresses. It wasn't HER job to give her aftercare, and having the woman in her room seemed somehow wrong. She was only a visitor to the manor, not one of its inhabitants. It felt like an invasion to have an outsider in such an intimate, private space.

If this was all just another game what did that mean? There had been times she'd felt Astani had to be in on the games her Mistresses had been playing throughout the day, yet just as often the Priestess had felt as confused and lost by her Mistresses machinations as Naoka was. Was Astani's presence in her bed proof she was just another actor in the play of sensuality and mysteries her Mistresses always seemed to be performing?

Later Naoka would wonder. Later the not knowing and her inability to puzzle out the truth would frustrate the Kittaran. But while it was happening the wondering came and went quickly. Even though her intense crying fit had made everything she'd felt when their scene had ended endurable she still felt overwhelmed. She was too physically and emotionally drained to do anything but lay there, happily overwhelmed by the three women's tender focus.

All three kept their full attention on her. Cuddling her. Stroking and caressing her. Kissing her. Throughout the rest of the encounter they nearly never touched each other, barely even acknowledging the others' presence. It was all about Naoka. She was the center of their world and was expected to do nothing but lay passively and let them shower her with affection, both physical and emotional.

"Such a good girl," Madelynn repeated as she nuzzled her face into Naoka's neck. Slowly she dragged her nose up the girl's cheek, eventually exhaling a warm, breathy, arousing sigh into one of Naoka's cat ears. "And good girls deserve treats," she continued, voice soft and sensual.

Selwyn copied Madelynn's movements then softly spoke into Naoka's other furry ear. "You are being permitted to cum as much as you wish while we remain in the bed with you."

Naoka moaned softly, a little overstimulated by the feel of both women breathing teasingly into her ears. Their breath tickled the overly sensitive cat-like hairs in her inner ear, making both of them twitch. Their hands, both caressing and ticking her upper chest, breasts, and belly, only added to the pleasantly overwhelmed sensation of intimate pleasure she felt happily lost in.

Astani deepened it all. The woman lay between Naoka's legs, having spread them open at one point. Her hands were caressing and tickling the girl's inner thighs while she kept her face close to Naoka's womanhood. The Priestess' warm, moist breath heated the girl's pussy before and after she spoke up to add to what her Mistresses were saying. "A good girl who deserves more than treats. She deserves to be worshipped as much as any Priestess or goddess, so that's what we'll do."

It was nearly too much for Naoka to handle. She started to wiggle and thrash weakly from side to side, at times trying to lessen or pull away from certain touches that were too much while leaning into others that she greedily wanted more of.

What had started as gentle, intimate comfort quickly became something intensely sensual and even more intimate. Reassuring petting became sexual yet tender petting. The never-ending waves of gentle kisses remained so, but they became wetter and more passionate. The women, always having remained close to Naoka, somehow managed to get closer. Most of the time she had no sense of whose hand was whose or which warm softness pressed or dragging across her bare skin belonged to which woman.

Naoka moaned softly and happily. She wiggled in delight. She thrashed about in joy. She'd never had so much tender attention paid to her so intensely, never even imagined it happening! Naoka felt the intense focus on her pleasure, which they consistently insisted she enjoy without reciprocating, was made even more intense by following the rest of the day's very different intensity.

"Just lay there and enjoy," one of the women whispered. "You've earned treats," another told her. "You deserve to drown in pleasure and love," another added.

The soft, sensual crashing waves of gentle hands caressing and wet mouths licking, kissing, and sucking did feel a bit like a rising sea of pleasure and affection she was drowning in. But drowning was a bad thing, a scary thing. This was whatever the opposite of that was.

It all had an intense softness to it. After what she'd just gone through... This was a kind of sensual overwhelming the day's events had left her unprepared to fully process. All those hands and mouths on her... So soft. So attentive. So passionate. The sensations all bled together, giving the illusion that it had to be MORE than three sets of hands, had to be MORE than three mouths.

"Just lay there and enjoy," they kept telling her.

So Naoka lay there and enjoyed it.

She enjoyed the three women's skilled, soft hands gently stroking nearly every inch of her body.

Naoka enjoyed them caressing her best bits in ways that left her purring deep and loud enough that it echoed over the wet sounds of their unending mouth-work and her own mewling gasps and moans of pleasure.

She enjoyed their kisses. Soft kisses. Wet kisses of tender passion, expressing more honest affection than a book's worth of words ever could. Kisses to her mouth. To her neck. On her breasts. Her belly. Her sides. Her thighs. Her pubic mound. Her pussy. Kisses to both her lips, mouths moving from one end of her body to the other with such ease at times she couldn't tell which set of lips were being so pleasingly kissed.

The Kittaran lay there and enjoyed not just the three woman's mouths and hands but the feel of their naked bodies against hers as well. The warmth of them. The softness of their softest parts. The heat of their hottest parts. The feel of their breasts brushing up against her, being dragged against her, being pressed into her.

They were everywhere at once, showering her with such intense sincere passion at times it felt like she was being weighed down by it. The wiggling and at times thrashing about as she endured the attention was a kind of bondage. In her mind it became the same feeling of being tied to the bed. There was no escape, and what SHOULD have been scary in a bad way was scary in a good way because of trust.

As time went on the hands and mouths working her slowly dialed up the heat, while dialing up the expression of affection as well. Those wonderful warm, wet mouths found their way to Naoka's nipples and pussy more often. Those nimble skilled fingers spent increasingly more time caressing and tenderly exploring and pleasuring more intimate places.

Whenever fingers were slipped into Naoka's sopping wet and sore hole they'd enter slowly and with careful attention to her body language. The others would pin her down in those moments with even more tender attention, increasing the sensation of being bound up by their unceasing attention.

The Kittaran was so overwhelmed by it all, both sexually and emotionally, that it never took long for those skilled fingers slipped into her to help bring her to climax. It took even less time for a mouth locked on her pussy to make her cum. And as it went on, none of the three women letting up even a little, her entire body became so inflamed from their attention that soon she was rising to climax even without them working her pussy.

"Feast, precious girl," one of her Mistresses told her. "Cum as much as you want. Cum as much as you can."

"But you must keep laying there and enjoying," one of the other women added. Naoka thought it was Astani, but she was so overwhelmed she couldn't fully be sure.

"Feast," another of them said.

One of her Mistresses? It had to be. But was it the same one who'd just been speaking? Naoka couldn't be sure of that.

"Feast, you wonderful, greedy girl. Feast on the pleasure. Feast on our love. Dive in and soak up all the selfish joy you can. You ARE as special as you feel. You matter even MORE than the most self-centered part of you suspects."

"You're desired."

"You're loved."

"Your innocence even as you lose yourself deeper in our perverse world is so endearing. Never have we found a girl who is such a perfect mix of innocence and sexual greed. "

"In most pets such levels of carnal greediness would be highly distasteful, especially in a girl so deeply submissive. But in you..."

The woman trailed off, her mouth finding more important ways to show affection. Naoka wasn't sure WHICH mouth licking and sucking on which part of her belonged to the woman who had just been talking. They'd become one woman, the triad pinning her to the bed with affection acting as one even as they spoke in three separate voices.

"She's perfect," one of them declared.

"Almost like she's been made by the gods just to be found by us."

"And found just when we had need of a girl exactly like her."

"Perfect for us. For this manor. For the women who live here and visit here. Perfect for this moment."

Naoka felt weak, perhaps even faint. She'd cum so many times, one soft mind-muddling orgasm bleeding into the next. The affection, expressed both through touch and verbally, was more intense than any sexual scene she'd played with her Mistresses.

There was a moment, as they were telling her just how perfect she was, that she nearly snapped. She'd gasped and moaned out, feeling it was too much to endure. Hours or days of intense orgasm denial? She could endure that like a good girl. But this? No, she might not be able to endure any more. After growing up so alone, so scared of the world and the people in it this kind of intense affection was what might break her, what might require the uttering of her safeword.

"You're perfect," one of the women said with a resigned sigh. "Right down to the way you think too loudly."

"There's no need to say your safeword," another of the women assured Naoka.

It didn't end then, not right away, but the three women did start to ease up. It was a slow, gradual thing. An easing of the rising heat that became a long, pleasurable, and deeply sensual cooling down.

They kept their focus on her but eased the intensity as they slowly worked a few more soft orgasms from her. They kept licking and sucking, but more often than not they whispered sweet assurances of affection. Their hands caressed and worked her body, but as time went on it was less about drowning her with pleasure and more about easing her into a blissful state of peaceful contentment.

The cooldown allowed Naoka to ease into the extreme exhaustion she felt both physically and emotionally. In its way the wonderfully peaceful ending was as intense and as filled with affection as the rest had been. The three women remained close even as their hands and mouths stopped working her. They eased her from sex into a cuddle pile so skillfully and smoothly that Naoka barely noticed the change till after she lay falling gently to sleep.

"We declare your day over, sweet pet," Madelyn whispered before gently kissing Naoka's cheek. Her wonderfully warm and heavy body was pressed against and partially over her. Naoka purred contentedly, her purrs sounding as soft as her Mistress' body felt against her.

"You were such a good girl today," Selwyn added. She was lying on the other side and also partially on top of Naoka. "But all treats must end. We'll lay with you till you fall asleep but remember that once we leave your first rule will be active. No cumming without permission."

Naoka's eyes were closed, partially because she was so peacefully sleepy but mostly so she could better enjoy the feel of the three women's bodies against and on top of hers. Astani was still there, lying between her legs and carefully resting her chest on Naoka's belly with her head resting by the Kittaran's breasts.

"Will I see you again?" To ensure the Priestess knew Naoka was talking to her she sleepily nudged her with one of her legs.

"Without a doubt," Astani assured the girl, sounding nearly as over-blissed and peacefully as exhausted as Naoka felt. "I know not when, but there will come a moment when Inera's desires align perfectly with your Mistresses', and my presence will be as essential as yours.

"But even if that were not true I'd find a reason to spend time with a girl as delightful as you again. I think you're Mistresses know all of us women of importance she's offered you up to will feel so. You're as much a trap for us as we are a trap for you."

She ended the thought by rolling over slightly to give Naoka a soft, reassuring kiss. "You're the kind of sweet treat even the wisest woman stupidly walks into the most obvious trap for, daring all for the chance of a single taste."

Naoka moaned a soft, sleepy sound of appreciation. She was drifting off, only semi-aware of what was being said to her.

"And just think what she'll be like after we've fully trained her," Selwyn cooed as she and Madelynn stroked and caressed Naoka fully to sleep. "She may end up being the most powerful, and maybe even dangerous, tool we have hidden away in our manor."

* * *

They kept going till the girl's breathing was soft and steady. Only then did they stop stroking her, but still all three women kept laying on the girl and listening to her sleep. Once they felt assured that sleep was deep enough they pulled away, carefully slipping from the bed. Once they were all out of the bed Madelynn tucked the sleeping Kittaran in, giving her one last peck on the forehead.

Madelynn went to a wardrobe and dressed in a silken night robe she found there. Then she took two more out, handing one to Selwyn before looking around to locate Astani.

The room should have been nearly pitch black, with only a sliver of light coming from under the door leading to the hall. But it wasn't. A faint glow came from the Mirror of Dhuarcain, giving just enough illumination for the three women to see each other clearly if they stood close enough to it.

Astani had gone to the mirror once she'd left the bed, drawn to its glow like a moth to a flame. She stared into its reflective surface, eventually looking at her hosts through the mirror as they joined her. She took the robe Madelynn handed her with a slight nod of thanks before slipping it on.

"Do you really see the girl like that?" she asked, meeting Madelynn's eyes through the reflective surface of the mirror. She looked at Selwyn the same way. "Is she just a tool to you? And is she truly a dangerous one?" Astani kept her voice quiet so as not to risk waking Naoka.

"We shall keep what secrets we choose, especially from our dearest friends," Selwyn told Astani, chin raised slightly in haughty defiance.

"But rest assured the affection is real," Madelyn said as she put a comforting hand on Astani's shoulder. "We love the girl."

The mirror before them shimmered, their reflections fading to be replaced by The Girl in the Mirror. She stood with her body positioned in a perfect mirror image of how Astani was standing and even wearing the same silk robe she wore. It was only her expression that was different, the girl wore a smirk that left her youthful face appearing far more sinister than it normally would have looked.

"Don't listen to these two monsters," the Girl in the Mirror whispered, eyes glittering with mischievous joy. "They've never loved anything other than each other."

Astani smiled serenely as she took a step closer to the mirror so she could place a hand on its surface. "Hello old friend," she said, smiling and stroking the mirror's surface as though being reunited with a long-lost lover.

The Girl in the Mirror reeled away from the glass surface separating her and Astani, reacting to the woman's caress of the reflective surface as if a stranger had slipped their hand up her dress. "I don't know you," she growled. "I'm NOT whoever you think I am, so please kindly take your filthy hand off my fucking mirror. You DON'T have permission to touch it." She turned her back slightly on them all, thrusting her nose up. "Besides, I'm sure it stinks of fingering and I prefer to keep the whiff of stinking, overused cat cunt off my home."

Astani nodded, her serene smile never faltering. "No," she said, caressing the mirror one last time before pulling her hand off its surface, "I suppose you're not the same girl I fell in love with."

Madelynn, her hand still resting on Astani's shoulder, said, "We told you, she was not stolen from the Forest Witch who serves Inera. She came from a different one."

Astani's eyes were locked on The Girl in the Mirror, watching her closely as the girl pretended to be ignoring them. But she knew she was as focused on her as she was on the girl. If she hadn't wanted to be seen she'd simply have disappeared, that she remained visible to them was proof she WANTED to be seen.

"I'd thought perhaps you were lying... Or... Or that she might have been a piece of the one I'd known. You know that's how it works, yes? A soul constantly being torn further apart and put into new mirrors as they appear in the Forest Witches' cabins. A new mirror always appears when another of the Forest Witches and their enchanted forests sprouts up somewhere. And when a mirror is stolen from them the sliver of the soul trapped inside is split, half of it being put into the new mirror that forms in the cabin not long after it was stolen."

"Split," the Girl in the Mirror scoffed. She whirled to face the three women standing in front of her mirror. She glared, trembling and fighting back tears of rage and pain. "No, you monsters, it's not 'split'. It's 'ripped'. That's what happened the day the Forest Witch who tricked me into becoming this 'saved' me. Just go through the mirror and you'll be safe, that's what she told me. But that's how it is with them, there's always a price and you often don't know what it is till after it's paid.

"As I went through the mirror to find safety the glass in the mirror world tore into my soul. It snagged on it, cutting and ripping pieces so they could be trapped in mirrors like this inside every Forest Witches' home. They ripped my soul apart till nothing was left inside the body, and you three know what THAT led to."

Tears were streaming down her face. Her body shook. She glared at Madelynn and then at Selwyn. "When you stole me the part of me that's the nameless girl's soul didn't 'split'. That's ALL I am, just a soul trapped as a ghost, a pathetic ripped piece of confetti. Such a small thing, and what you did caused all that I am to be painfully ripped in half and become even smaller.

"Oh, the pain WAS immense, and how convenient for you two monsters that you had my mirror locked away to 'keep it safe during travel' so you didn't have to SEE that pain. But never mind the pain. It didn't last long. What lasts is that I lost HALF of what I was. Half my memories. Half my personality."

Astani had been watching and listening in silence, her serene expression growing pained in sympathy for the Girl in the Mirror. This might not be the girl SHE'D known and loved, but she WAS a piece of what she'd started out as. Each piece was unique, yet they were all a part of one whole. Her time with that other Girl in the Mirror allowed her to see the emotions being expressed here were real. This wasn't a game, or if it was it was at least a game using sincere truths to tell some other lie.

Multiple times her arm twitched. She started to reach out to touch the girl's mirror but always stopped herself, knowing the unearned familiarity would only upset the girl further. Still, she ached to comfort her. She knew the sadness of her existence, knew how ALL the parts of her lived lives of loneliness and torment for a mistake made ages ago.

And that's part of her charm, Astani thought as she remembered her time in the Forest Witch's cabin. She's this volatile broken bratty thing, so sweet-looking and so full of anger and pain. It's so hard not to fall in love with her, especially if you think you can 'fix' her. And that just makes her even more of a useful tool for her master.

Selwyn and Madelynn calmly allowed the Girl in the Mirror to rage. Madelynn had quietly cast a simple spell to ensure the sound of the girl's voice, which had started as a whisper but grew into a shout, wouldn't wake Naoka.

"Have we not rewarded you for all we've asked you to do?" Selwyn asked the girl calmly. "We ask so little and give you so much, attending to your selfish needs ourselves when we have no special guest living in this room. And what about when there IS a special guest living in here? You're placed where you can watch it all and given access to naïve girls perfectly primed for you to play your games with."

Astani didn't fully understand everything Selwyn was saying to the girl and suspected she never would. But the conversation gave her a larger glimpse into the women's lives than she'd ever expected to be given. She remained quiet, listening and taking it all in. Afraid to do or say anything that might make the encounter end.

Madelynn took over when Selwyn fell silent. "And do we not give you things no other women could give you? Things even your precious Forest Witch could never provide. Is there anyone else in all of Alaria who can give you the kind of play and fun you desire INSIDE your prison?"

Astani gasped, turning to stare in disbelief at Madelynn. "Are you saying you have the power to enter her mirror world safely?" When she asked the question she grabbed hold of the hand the woman still had on her shoulder, gripping it tight.

She had thought such a thing impossible. No, she had KNOWN it was impossible. She'd SEEN what happened if someone accepted an invitation into the girl's mirror. The horror of it still haunted her darkest moments.

The Girl in the Mirror let out a cruel bark of laughter. "They're not going to answer that question. They won't even acknowledge you've asked it. But they WANTED you to overhear that juicy bit of information. Perhaps this whole night was orchestrated just to reveal THAT to you. Now you'll know just how powerful they truly are, and now you'll leave wondering if the vapid little kitten was right about what they are."

When it was clear Madelynn and Selwyn weren't going to acknowledge her question Astani threw Madelynn's hand off her shoulder and turned back to look at the mirror and the ghostly girl trapped inside it.

The Girl in the Mirror was standing with her arms crossed. Her lips were twisted into a cruel, gloating sneer that made her normally lovely features look immensely sinister.

"Pathetic," the Girl in the Mirror said with an amused bark of laughter as she met Astani's eyes. "And so delicious. Look at the shock and pain on your face now that you realize you've been had. If THIS is how easily the mighty Astani, Priestess of Inera, is played at the height of her power I can't even begin to imagine how the Forest Witch you spent time with easily manipulated the younger you. Tell me, you pretty blond fool, did you even see then how the other version of me played you like a finely tuned fiddle?"

Astani stood tall, trying her best to center herself. "Not till the end," she said, trying to sound defiant but knowing the emotional crack in her voice ruined the attempt. "But even that was orchestrated. Everything that happened there, all that I learned, all the pleasure, all the emotions I felt, it all had a cost. The pain of being made to see how deeply I was being manipulated through it all was part of that."

The Girl in the Mirror nodded. "It often is," she declared. Then her expression softened slightly. "Was it worth it? The costs you paid for whatever you walked away from that cabin with?"

Astani didn't hesitate to answer. "Of course it was. I entered a scared and lost girl, I left as a confident woman dedicated to Inera. I'd found loyalty and love there and had what I needed to go out into the world and help others find it too."

The Girl in the Mirror stepped closer to the glass separating her from the world outside her prison. She dropped her arms and leaned close to the glass. "Come close and we won't be overheard," she said in a mock whisper as if speaking so would prevent Madelynn and Selwyn from hearing her.

They all knew it wouldn't, but Astani was feeling a whirlwind of emotions unlocked by the familiarity of the girl's games. She felt her hosts take a step back, appreciating them adding to the theater of the moment.

"Alright," Astani said, stepping close and leaning near the mirror. Memories flashed through her mind, taking her back to moments like this when she'd been little more than a girl, overwhelmed by the magic she'd found in the Forest Witch's enchanted woods.

"Let's play a game," The Girl in the Mirror said in a mock whisper even more theatrical than she'd been speaking in. "The lying game. Did the other Girl in the Mirror you know play that game?"

"Yes," Astani said as she breathed heavily in excitement. "It was her favorite game!"

"It's my favorite too," the Girl in the Mirror replied, flashing a sly smile. "Perhaps that's a thing that stays a part of all of us. How did that version of me play the game?"

More memories came flooding into Astani's mind. Private moments when she'd been left alone in the Witch's cabin, only the sad, mischievous specter in the mirror keeping her company. "She'd tell me three stories," Astani said, memories of those wonderful games running through her mind. "Two of them would be lies and one would be the truth. I'd win if you could guess which was the true one, but she'd never TELL me if I won or not. And every time the stories were part of some larger trick or manipulation, helping direct my suspicions or desires in a direction the girl, the witch, and their master wanted."

The Girl in the Mirror nodded. "That's the game alright, although I've always played with FOUR questions. And I don't have a witch to serve any more thanks to my current masters."

Astani, feeling like that young and naive girl she'd been all those years ago, bounced a little while clapping. "And that's part of the trick, yes? By the end I knew just who those games benefited. It was always for the girl's master, the witch, and HER master Inera. But who will THIS game benefit? Madelynn and Selwyn? Or do you still serve whatever god or great power your witch served?"

"Perhaps not even I know that," The Girl in the Mirror said with a wink. "Are you ready to begin?"

Astani thought back to how she'd played this game with the other Girl in the Mirror. She dropped to the ground, crossing her legs and inching towards the mirror till her knees touched the glass. "I always sat like this," she excitedly told The Girl in the Mirror in front of her.

"Then so shall I," the girl said, dropping and copying Astani till she was sitting in a perfect mirror image of her.

The Priestess let out a soft sigh, remembering how the other version of the girl would copy the way she sat. It had been the first thing they'd done that had been a form of physical intimacy, both their knees pressed into the glass, ALMOST touching.

They both leaned forward, Astani unsure if the girl was copying her movements or if she was copying the girl's

"Are you ready now?"

"I'm ready," Astani told her.

"First story," the girl began. "Once there was a pretty blond girl who felt alone and scared. She ran away, looking for safety and thinking she'd find it in an enchanted forest. There she found love, loyalty, and all sorts of kinky perversions that unlocked the truest version of herself. She found her purpose and the goddess she'd devote her life to, leaving happy and with purpose to her life.

"But years later she met two women, powerful and offering all sorts of temptations. They seemed to give her everything her heart desired, including a plot to remove every nasty gross man from the city she lived in. So she helped them. She manipulated others through love and loyalty all for THEIR gain.

"She was warned these two women were more than they seemed. Warned they were monsters disgusted as people, and not just ANY monsters but the ones from her favorite book. A confused kitten told her but she didn't believe it since the information had come from a known lair.

"It would only be much later, after everything went wrong for the pretty Priestess, that she'd realize being told the truth had been her one chance to escape her fate. Even though she KNEW dark magic like those monsters used required such things she scoffed at the idea they could truly be monsters.

"In the end she had to face all manner of horrors, knowing she had her chance to escape them and had missed it. She'd even been given one final clear warning during a beloved game with a pretty freckled girl she was madly in love with but would never even be able to touch!"

The Girl in the Mirror ended with a preening grin. "What do you think about that story?"

Astani, smiling serenely, shrugged. "Feels a bit too obvious," she told the girl. "And smells of misdirection. If you and the villainesses lurking behind me are planting the same idea so frequently in one night it's clearly meant to distract from the truth."

"I suppose the mighty Priestess of Inera would know when to trust those she's supposedly loyal to," The Girl in the Mirror said without betraying a hint of whether Astani was right or not.

"Second story," she pressed on when it was clear Astani had no response beyond her serene smile. "Once there was a Kittaran, fated to do great things and change Alaria forever. But dark forces working to corrupt Alaria and turn it into something even more perverse than it already was coveted this young Kittaran. So the goddess who created this precious girl who would one day have the power to change so much, be it for good or ill, hid her away.

"The poor girl grew up homeless and without love, becoming a skittish fearful thing. Paradoxically her life of hunger and fear kept her far safer than she would ever understand. The dark forces looking for her would never find her as a street urchin, and by the time her power was needed her difficult life would have given her the skills to endure temptation and hardship. The power in her would be unleashed for good.

"Or that's how the story was supposed to go. The power that had hidden her away from corrupting dark forces overlooked the fact that there were OTHER dark things inhabiting Alaria, monsters that masqueraded as people that did not play the game the gods played. They cared not for purity and corruption, they cared only for pleasure and greedy sensual indulgence.

"By pure chance one day the special Kittaran fell into the monsters' lives. They took her in, thinking she was only a new toy to play with for a time then shelve along with all the other toys they'd grown bored of. Only slowly did they realize what they'd found, but once they understood ALL their plans changed. With the power hidden in the Kittaran they could reshape the world as long as they reshaped the girl carefully enough before using her power.

"Doing so would take all their guile, all their subtle and non-too-subtle tricks. They'd need the aid of all their friends and allies, enlisting them all but never letting any know exactly what they were helping shape. Each friend and ally that had the power to stop them must be given a chance, for that is how magic at this level works. But these monsters were skilled creatures and knew just how to tempt and manipulate to get what they wanted."

When the girl stopped talking Astani raised a skeptical eyebrow. "The second story ends there? That's unsatisfying."

The Girl in the Mirror shrugged. "The truth of a story still in progress often is," she told Astani with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Of course," Astani replied with a flirtatious smile, "but once more you've laid it on a bit too thick. The girl IS important, I can feel that. But just as I told her earlier, she's no Terin and this is no Great Voyage she's on. She's a marvelous, lovable, sensual treat but she's no heroine who has been captured to prevent her from accomplishing some great quest. She's JUST a stray with hidden potential, nothing more."

"Perhaps you're looking at the story from the wrong vantage point," The Girl in the Mirror suggested. "One never thinks of themselves as being a bit player in the prologue to another's Great Voyage."

Astani dismissed the suggestion by lifting a hand and daintily waving her long, slender fingers as if shooing away a stray animal. "I'm unconvinced. It's a lie. Tell me the next story."

"Third story," the girl began without hesitation. "There once was a specter, one whose full story was filled with far too much woe and sadness to go into now. For a crime she was tricked into committing she'd spend an eternity living a cursed shadow of a life, her body having nothing but blood and ash while the slivers of her enslaved soul had even less.

"One of these slivers served an antlered witch, who in turn served a mischievous trickster goddess whose domain was dreams. It was a domain she shared with many other gods, so she often went overlooked by the most powerful forces in Alaria. Yet even this was a trick this goddess was playing on the world, for her power was far, FAR more immense than most could imagine.

"Through dreams she'd learned of the machinations of two ancient monsters disguised as women. Their plans were of little concern to this trickster goddess, what mattered was the opportunity their goal provided.

"She decided their grand plans needed to be carried out so her secret servant could be there at just the right moment to ensure they resulted in unintended consequences. And although the monsters had grown to distrust the goddess, and had even forbidden the very mention of her name in their presence, they failed to see her influence on those most important to their plans."

When it was clear the girl's story was done Astani glanced over her shoulder to look back at Selwyn and Madelynn. Both stood just far enough back to keep the glow coming from the Mirror of Dhuarcain from fully illuminating their faces, preventing her from seeing any kind of reaction on their faces.

"I think that one was not so much meant for me but for them," Astani said when she looked back at the mirror. "And as such I'll hold any thoughts I have till after I hear the final story."

"Then I shall tell it," the girl said with giddy enthusiasm, rocking and bouncing in excitement. "For it's my favorite, which is why I've saved it for last.

"There once was a vapid, entitled blond girl who learned all the wrong lessons from the time she spent in an enchanted forest. She grew up to be an even worse woman than she'd been as a girl. Already vain because of her natural beauty she became even more entitled as the goddess she served blessed her with unearthly allure. She became disgustingly selfish and addicted to being the center of attention.

"The dumb cunt couldn't see how easily she was manipulated and used by all around her. And although she'd spent a lifetime dominating pretty young girls the scars on her heart left by a pretty freckled ghost trapped in a mirror made her particularly substitutable to manipulations from anything that wore the same face.

"She'd spend her whole life worshiping at the altar of love and loyalty yet find at the end of her life she'd earned none. In the end she'd be left with nothing but sadness and regret, alone at the end of her life with her beauty long gone."

The Girl in the Mirror paused as if her story was over then raised a finger as if having forgotten the final bit. "Oh, and her cunt was ugly and it smelt weird, but no one ever bothered to tell her." She dropped her hand, returning to take up a position that was a perfect mirror image of how Astani was sitting.

"There, all done," she proclaimed with a wide grin. "Now could you kindly get your knees off my fucking mirror? And close your legs while you back up, I'm afraid the stink of your nasty old snatch will linger on my glass."

Astani serenely smiled at the girl, not moving to pull away. "You're still upset I touch your mirror without permission. You're angry I reacted like you were the other girl I fell in love with. I'm sorry," she said starting to raise her hand to place it on the mirror but stopping herself. "Truly, I am. It was wrong. You're not her and I knew that even if I didn't want it to be true."

The girl pursed her lips and glared at Astani. "Knees off my glass and close your fucking legs," she snapped.

"Alright," Astani said as she finally pulled away. "And thank you," she added as she elegantly rose to her feet. "That was sweet of you."

The Girl in the Mirror shadowed her motions in reverse, although she rose with almost none of the grace Astani moved with. Her jaw fell open as she stared in anger and confusion at Astani. "What are you thanking me for, you blond bimbo? Or is your head so empty you couldn't tell that story was about you?"

Astani smiled serenely, causing the girl to cross her arms, pout, and stomp a foot in frustration. "You're not her," she said as the girl glared at her. "But you're all part of the same whole. Bitter, spiteful brats who can't help but ruin things. You can't help yourself. It's who you are. And the petty nastiness is just as big a part of your charm as the youthful and innocent face or that sensually alluring body of yours. I missed it. I missed YOU."

The Priestess gracefully spun around to smile at her hosts. "Thank both of you. This was a true treat, but I know it's one you don't plan on repeating. I won't be given the chance to see her again, will I?"

"No, you won't," Selwyn said, smiling kindly while shaking her head.

"But it makes us happy you were able to recognize the gift for what it was," Madelynn added.

Behind Astani's back The Girl in the Mirror stomped her foot hard enough to shake her mirror. When the focus didn't return to her she rushed the glass, pounding it a few times with a balled-up fist. "Hey, the game wasn't over, you blond twit! You still have to guess which story was true!"

Astani's body sagged. She hugged herself, shaking a bit. "My heart can't take looking at you again," she told the girl, turning her head slightly but not looking back at the Mirror of Dhuarcain. "But I'll finish the game if I must."

"We insist upon it," Selwyn declared.

Astani took a moment then stood straight, looking from one host to the other. With her normal serene composure returned she declared, "The third story is the true one."

"And why do you think that that?" Madelynn asked.

"I think this whole evening has been planned out but not in the way I had thought. Yes, I helped plan the scene we all played with the kitten sleeping so peacefully in that bed over there. I knew the games we were playing with her and why. But now I see there was a layer on top of that. Such games and manipulations were being played on me as well.

"You knew about my time in the Forest Witch's cabin. You knew I held fond memories of The Girl in the Mirror and my heart still ached thanks to the manner of our parting. How you knew all this matters not, you were right about it all. And you knew letting slip you had a Mirror of Dhuarcain would leave me eager to be face to face with her, which would open me to further manipulations."

"Well clearly we're not the masterminds we think we are if you've so easily seen through it all," Selwyn replied with a dismissive laugh.

"Oh no, you're true masters," Astani replied with a sweet smile. "And who knows, perhaps you ARE ancient monsters only wearing the form of women. Perhaps at one point it would have mattered to me, but not anymore. Monsters or not, I'm your friend and we are divinely bound through love and loyalty. This little treat has ensured that. Thank you both. Thank all three of you."

"That's not an answer to the right question," The Girl in the Mirror blurted out. "Tell us why you think the third story was the true one," she demanded.

"You planned it to be obvious," Astani calmly explained. "The first two were too close to the lies you've been telling that precious girl in the bed over there, and the last was too mean-spirited to be anything other than the girl ruining things.

"But as obvious as it was there was a trick hidden within the story, and I think it was not a trick meant for me. The secret agent of this trickster goddess, whose name I know but will politely not mention in the presence of my hosts, is not who we're meant to think it is."

Once more Astani turned her head, not quite looking over her shoulder at the apparition in the mirror behind her. "Your current owners are supposed to think it's their pet, but I think in truth it's YOU. I think they were allowed to steal you from your witch so that you would be right where you are when they accomplish their goal."

"A most interesting theory," Selwyn replied. "And if true then perhaps my dearest love and I need to have a very firm talk with a certain girl in a mirror about a certain meddling cat who has no place in our manor."

"Or maybe that too is just part of our games and manipulations, and us disliking whoever this 'cat' may be is just more lies," Madelynn added with a sweet smile. "Now come, dearest friend, it is time we leave all this behind," she declared as her and Selwyn each grabbed one of Astani's hands. They led her to the door in silence.

After they'd opened the door and left the bedroom Astani hesitated to follow them into the hallway. "I will get to see the precious Kittaran again? To play with her? To experience all her delights?"

"Yes, we promise," Madelynn told Astani.

"Just not in her bedroom," Selwyn said firmly. "The mirror and the girl inside it aren't for you. This was but a treat."

Astani looked over her shoulder then, seeing The Girl in the Mirror still stood visible, her mirror glowing. "I accept that. And it was a truly lovely treat. Thank you, all three of you," she said before looking away and stepping out into the hallway.

The door closed. The Girl in the Mirror remained where she was, staring at the closed door in silence for a long time. "You know I don't like that," she eventually said, voice soft as not to wake Naoka.

A white cat strut into view inside the Mirror of Dhuarcain. It walked up to the girl and started rubbing against her ankle, purring as it did.

"Yes, I know," the girl said with a petulant pout in response to a voice only she could hear. "But I HATE when they use me this way. How many important women holding broken hearts for other versions of me will they parade in front of me? And they ALL touch my mirror without permission in that same way. It's... infuriating. I can see it in their eyes, that sickening love. That thing that brought them so much trouble in their past, thinking they could 'fix' or 'save' those other versions of me. And even knowing they can't they STILL feel the need to try and comfort me."

She was seething but managing to keep enough composure to ensure her voice remained quiet. "I think it's what I like about the kitten you've tricked them into taking in. I don't get the sense she thinks she can fix or save me, I don't think she'd even WANT to. She just... likes me."

The girl scoffed in disbelief. "Stupid, painfully naive, and kindhearted girl. It's a cruel thing you've done bringing her here with all these monsters."

She fell silent again, listening to the voice only she could hear. "I know," she said with a heavy, weary sigh. "Yes, I remember what I have to do. Now shoo. Someone or something is likely to wake her up soon. We can't risk anyone seeing you here..."

* * *

Naoka woke with a start, yawling in alarm as she practically jumped out of her sheets. She scrambled around in a small circle on all fours like an alarmed cat, her tail puffed up, as she tried to figure out what the loud crash that had woken her up was.

The dim glow coming from the far side of the room allowed the Kittaran to see what had happened. Somehow the Mirror of Dhuarcain had fallen over and was now lying face down on the floor, the glow coming from its reflective surface seen only as an outline around where it lay on the floor.

Although certain she hadn't heard the shattering of glass Naoka still leaped out of bed, terrified the mirror had broken. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she felt it might pop, uncertain what would happen to the ghost girl trapped in the mirror if her home was broken.

Naoka thought only of coming to the girl's aid as she scrambled across the room. She wasn't aware of her tail being comically puffed up, nor was she consciously aware of scampering across the room on all fours like an animal.

The fearful tension building like an iron ball in her chest loosened when she tipped the large mirror back up and saw the glass was fine. The Girl in the Mirror was there too, easing her worry further.

What Naoka saw as she lifted the mirror left her feeling momentarily disoriented. It looked as though when the mirror had been tipped face down the girl inside the mirror's reflection had been left on all fours on the glass, like her home had been tipped over and she'd been left precariously sitting on a fragile pane of glass. The moment Naoka had started to tip the mirror back up the girl had slid off the glass, letting out a surprised "oh!" as she tumbled to the floor.

"I'm so sorry," Naoka blurted out, concerned she'd hurt the girl by tipping her home upright so quickly and without warning.

"You just surprised me is all," the girl said, laughing anxiously. Once her mirror was fully upright she stood up and dusted off the semi-transparent white dress she was wearing. This had kept her looking down. She'd been starting to say something else as she looked up, only to blurt out a barking laugh of surprise.

She erupted into an uncontrolled giggling fit, bending over with a hand braced on her side of the mirror for support as she pointed at Naoka with her other hand. "Your tail! Gods, just look how puffed up it is! It looks like a fucking feather duster right now!"

Naoka grabbed her tail and started stroking it to try and smooth down the puffed up fur. "I got scared," she said, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "And I was VERY worried about you," she added, glaring and feeling a bit hurt the girl was laughing at her.

"Dumb cat," the girl said, wiping away tears of mirth. "My mirror can't be broken, at least not by being knocked over. The magic imprisoning me in it is too strong. It's probably the most powerful thing in the entire manor. Well, ALMOST the most powerful thing."

Naoka huffed, refusing to take the bait for the moment. "What happened? What knocked your mirror over?"

The girl's expression went blank. "No idea," she said with a shrug.

Naoka narrowed her eyes. "You do that when you're lying," she accused. She narrowed her eyes further. "You do that when you WANT someone to know you're lying."

The girl kept her expression blank and shrugged again. "No idea what you're talking about. But now that you're awake--"

"Nu-uh," Naoka said, dropping her tail before putting her hands on her hips and stomping her foot. "No games till you tell me how you knocked the mirror over."

The Girl in the Mirror let out a long, dramatic sigh as she crossed her arms, turned her back to Naoka, and fell heavily into the glass separating her from the real world. She landed hard enough on it that the mirror nearly tipped over. "No idea," the girl said with another sigh, peeking over her shoulder to flash a mischievous grin at Naoka.

"If you wanted my attention you could have woken me up in a less alarming way," Naoka told her, still annoyed and not yet wanting to let on how happy she was that the girl wanted her attention enough that she'd knock her home over this way.

"Ah, but this was more fun," the girl declared as she turned around, grinning fiendishly. "And now I know how absolutely cute you look when you're startled! Your tail didn't puff out like that before you were in heat, did it?"

At the mention of her tail Naoka had returned to holding and stroking it to soothe herself. "Not really," she muttered, feeling slightly unsettled.

"And it wasn't common for you to scamper across the floor on all fours like that?"

The Kittaran stroked her tail faster, flushing in embarrassment as she realized she HAD scampered like an animal to the mirror. "I think it's getting worse," she muttered self-consciously. "I should ask Madelynn if it's going to KEEP getting worse."

"It's NOT getting worse," the girl said, her expression growing serious. "It's fucking ADORABLE. It's sexy in a cute way. It's getting BETTER."

"I don't know if I see it that way," Naoka replied, voice meek and full of doubt as she kept stroking her tail.

"Your Mistresses do, and their opinion is what matters," the girl told Naoka haughtily with her chin turned up. Her expression suddenly fell into a villainous grin. "Unless you've decided to stop trying to be a good girl. Are you going to refuse the tea tomorrow?"

Naoka dropped her tail and flashed a defiant pout at The Girl in the Mirror. "I'm not trying to be a good girl, I AM one," she insisted. "And I will ALWAYS drink the tea!"

The Girl in the Mirror erupted in a fresh fit of amused giggles, hugging herself as she fell to the floor to roll about in mirth. "You're so fucking easy to get a rise out of!"

Naoka forced herself to calm down and not grow further flustered. She could tell the girl was going to keep this teasing up unless she was able to redirect her mischief in a different direction. "You woke me up for a reason," she said. "But I think before I let you do whatever you wanted I should get to ask you some questions. I want to know about your past, BEFORE you got trapped in the mirror."

The Girl in the Mirror sat up, propping herself up on her hands as she lazily leaned back. "Sure, we can play the game of story time. I'll even SHOW you some of my stories. But keep in mind I'm a liar and most of it won't be true."

"I know," Naoka told her as she wandered off to gather some pillows and blankets to throw on the floor in front of the girl's mirror. When she sat she found identical pillows and blankets on the floor inside the mirror as though they'd always been there.

"Can you control that?" she asked as she got comfortable.

"Control what?" the girl asked, trying to look innocent as she looked around in confusion.

Naoka rolled her eyes. "The things in there. The way sometimes it's a reflection of what's out here but sometimes it's not."

The girl met her eyes, blinked dumbly, and replied, "I don't understand."

"Fine, don't tell me," Naoka said with another roll of her eyes. She was annoyed, but not in a bad way. She liked this game. She liked HER, liked her teasing games. But part of that game was pretending NOT to like it.

"But you WILL tell me about who you were BEFORE? And after that I want to know about this witch everyone keeps talking about!"

The girl, who was now sitting in a perfect mirror image of how Naoka was sitting, lit up. "No," the girl said excitedly, "that's what THEY want you to ask about. What you SHOULD be asking about is the Mirror Sword. It's what matters. And it has everything to do with who I was before, the witch, and your Mistresses."

Naoka's ears perked up. "You mean OUR Mistresses."

The girl made a dismissive wave. "Sure, sure, that's what I meant."

Naoka gave her a suspicious look. She wasn't sure The Girl in the Mirror did anything unintentionally. So what was that slip up? Was it misdirection for some game, a planted seed to make her think the girl served a master that wasn't her Mistresses?

Something in the mirror world caught her eye. Something just at the edge of what she could see, a flash of movement. Had it been a white cat peeking around the mirror's edge? Or had that just been her mind playing tricks with her?

"Did I just see Sel--"

The Girl in the Mirror made a "tsk" sound as though chasing off a curious cat. Naoka started, uncertain if it was confirmation of what she'd seen or if it was directed at her.

"No, you didn't," the girl said, expression and voice flat. "And even if you did you DIDN'T. And especially if you did it's best not to say her name out loud. Now enough about that, it's story time. You want to know about the girl I WAS, the witch, and the Mirror Sword."

When Naoka sat up, her attention piqued, the girl shadowed her movement. But as she did there was a flash in the mirror, like the sun reflecting off its glass that momentarily made Naoka look away. When Naoka looked back a large sword was laying in the girl's lap, its blade so reflective it looked like it was made of mirror glass.

"The Mirror Sword," the girl said, stroking it lovingly. "MY sword once upon a time," she added, staring down at it adoringly. "Before it was even THIS, it was just... my sword," she said, eyes strange as she lost herself in memories.

Naoka sat silently watching as the reflection of her bedroom faded to black. Slowly the world in the mirror returned, only different.

The room around the girl now had stone walls like it was inside a castle. She sat on a simple bed and more like it were spread through a spartan living area, like the place was some kind of dormitory and barracks. There were signs that the room was occupied by other young women, although women that lived simple lives with only a handful of personal possessions. Amongst them were several items suggesting the owners also lived a martial life. Naoka saw swords and pieces of armor along with magical staffs and wands.

After the world came into focus the girl was still sitting the same, only her clothing was different. The semi-transparent gown was gone, replaced with something that reminded Naoka of the black padded uniforms the city guard wore under their armor.

"Back then it wasn't the Mirror Sword yet," the girl went on, still stroking the weapon in her lap lovingly.

Naoka noticed the sword was different. The shape was the same, but the blade no longer looked like it was made of reflective glass. Instead, it was metal yet not NORMAL metal. It had a faint glow to it, suggesting a powerful enchantment.

"It was a family heirloom," the girl went on. "Passed down through three generations of warriors. Each greater than the last. The weight of the expectations that came with the sword..."

She trailed off, the scene around her slowly starting to dim. The girl looked up, eyes full of immense sadness. "I was supposed to be their leader."

The world behind her dimmed further, a spotlight shining on the barracks as a group of figures appeared. They were all ill-defined, little more than shadowed outlines.

Naoka counted six girls, their vague shadowed forms only hinting at tantalizing details. At least two had pointed ears suggesting they were Elves, one small and slender the other plump. One of the girls, a stocky one with an almost masculine build, had curved goat horns implying she was a Faun. Another had a bushy tail and animal ears, although Naoka couldn't tell whether the girl was a Vulpenite or a Kittaran.

The Girl in the Mirror started listing off their names. "Peare. Emiko. Teldy. Resi. Gwynaetha." She paused when she'd named all but one of the girls. "Maybe one day I can tell you stories about them all. Maybe we can play the lying game and I can tell you BETTER stories than the sad stories they all ended up being. But today there's only one of them that matters."

Behind The Girl in the Mirror the shadowed figures faded from sight one by one till only one remained, the slender girl with the pointed Elven ears. "Amoera," The Girl in the Mirror declared, saying the name as a soft frustrated sigh of sadness and longing.

Naoka gasped. "That's your safeword!"

The Girl in the Mirror nodded. "Chosen because there was never a less safe girl to have in your life. See she was... special. She made you FEEL things. You felt things STRONGER when you were around her. She WAS passion, a burning crimson passion none of us understood until it was too late."

Naoka had about a hundred questions she wanted to ask but kept them all to herself. She could tell this was a fragile moment. She could feel that interrupting the girl would ruin everything, so she waited for the girl to explain further.

"She was a Blood Elve," the girl eventually said. When she saw that meant nothing to Naoka she went on. "I suppose there's not many of them left. Honestly, I don't think there were EVER that many of them. But back then there was enough. Enough that people, especially the members of the Sisterhood of Righteousness, knew to distrust them.

"See, the Blood Elves, their race was... cursed? No... That's not the right word. Destined. Their race was destined. Every member destined to serve The Corruption, the evil perverse force the Sisterhood existed to fight."

The girl looked over her shoulder, letting out a long sigh of sadness as she looked back at the shadow of Amoera. "Amoera had never shown any sign of being anything other than good. She'd earned her place in the keep we trained in more than any of us, especially me. I'd never earned ANYTHING. I was given it all just because of who my mother was."

When the girl looked back at Naoka her face was full of anger. "Those nasty old cunts NEVER trusted Amoera. She was the best of us, yet they drove her away with their mistrust. And oh, how we all paid..."

She trailed off again, the spotlight shining on the shadowed figure disappearing behind her. As the background grew dim the shadowed girl ducked down, turning and disappearing into the shadows. "Their distrust drove Amoera away," the girl repeated. "She left the safety of the keep and fled into an enchanted forest where she met a Forest Witch, THE Forest Witch that would change all of our lives"

The world behind the girl shifted. The barracks in the keep faded, replaced by an enchanted forest shrouded in night and lit by dancing fireflies. The shadowed figure of Amoera was shown creeping cautiously through the forest till she encountered a small cabin. The door to the cabin opened, light flooding from it. A second shadowed figure, only their outline seen in the light shining out the door, appeared.

It was a woman, tall and majestic with magnificent deer-like Antlers. There was an earthy sexiness to the slender yet thickly curved Faun, a natural charisma the shadowed figure of Amoera was instantly drawn to. The sight of the girl going to the Faun as she beckoned her into her cabin left Naoka a little breathless. She could almost hear the woman's voice... Almost see what happened inside the cabin. Seduction. Submission. Corruption.

The world inside the mirror went black, the vivid dreamlike images flooding through Naoka's mind snuffed out in a flash.

"Even after all this time, even after all that happened, that witch still has enough power that YOU, pretty little kitty, can feel her allure," the girl said with a bitter laugh.

Naoka focused her attention on The Girl in the Mirror. She was standing now, dressed in armor and wielding her sword, yet it wasn't yet the Mirror Sword. She was in the enchanted forest, looking anxious and scared.

"I led the others to go save Amoera," she told Naoka as the shadowed figures of the girls she'd meant to lead appeared behind her. "But all I did was lead them all to their dooms," she said with a resigned sigh as one by one they all faded from sight. "See, Amoera neither needed nor wanted saving. And while they each met their doom in that enchanted forest I found myself a captive of the witch."

The forest behind her became a cozy, cluttered cabin as filled with magical implements as it was with BDSM gear. The Forest Witch appeared, although her features remained shrouded in shadow even as she stood just behind The Girl in the Mirror with her hand on the girl's shoulder.

"They're a sort of demi-god," The Girl in the Mirror explained. "Each serving a different master, each a different iteration of the same sensually monstrous, manipulative woman. Women who need to learn things are drawn to them, but everything learned while with one of the witches comes at a cost."

She paused, reaching a hand to stroke the shadowed hand on her shoulder lovingly yet begrudgingly. "How I became her captive doesn't matter. What's important is she knew I was there to kill her and accepted it was fated to happen. See, the sword, three generations of women in my family had used it to kill a Forest Witch. She put it in a mirror and then forced me to learn things, to ADMIT things. The way I felt for women... the way I felt for Amoera."

The girl sighed, holding the shadowed hand on her shoulder. "She changed me that day. But I still killed her," she said, voice low and sad as the shadowed, antlered figure looming behind her disappeared. "It drove Amoera away. I left the witch's forest changed, and so was my sword. Being in the mirror had done something to it."

Behind the girl the world inside the mirror changed once again. A stone keep with a forest in the distance. The Girl in the Mirror stood on the ramparts, a sinister army hidden in shadow making its way from the forest towards the keep. She stood, armored and holding the Mirror Sword. "The sword had power, but not enough to save me from something far darker than any Forest Witch. Yet even though I'd killed her some of her was left. Amoera had asked her to save me, so she used the last of her power to do it."

A door into the keep behind the girl opened and the mirror world moved into the room. In it was a full body mirror and standing beside it an antlered woman standing in shadow.

"Go through the mirror and you'll have safety, but at a cost. You'll only have blood and ash," The Girl in the Mirror said, her tone making it clear she was quoting the witch. "Those evil witches ALWAYS lie even when they tell the truth, and there's ALWAYS another cost that goes unspoken," she said with a weary sad sigh.

The world in the mirror went dark, slowly returning to being a mirror image of Naoka's bedroom, only with the girl standing where Naoka should be. "I was tricked. My soul was torn from my body as I travelled through the mirror to 'safety'. Those torn away pieces put into mirrors that each of the witches keep as wards to keep them safe."

When the girl paused Naoka could tell she wanted her to ask, "From what?"

"The body," the girl said as she slowly began to change. Her orange-red hair lost its color till it was stark white. Her skin paled further till it looked almost bleached out. Her eyes became red. Her clothing became a sexy, revealing leather outfit that would have looked at home on either a battlefield or a playroom.

"It kept my name AND the sword. It has only blood and ash. It's... a terror. That's what some call it, 'The Terror of the Eternal Night'. Everywhere it goes there is only night, no sun ever rises. It can't eat, it drinks only blood. It feels no love, only the bitter pain and anger of ash. It HATES the witches, blames them for what it's become, trapped in a never aging immortal body. When it can it tries to kill the witches, but the Mirrors of Dhuarcain ward it away. The only thing it fears is me, the pieces of its soul. It finds them abhorrent."

Naoka watched as the terrifying, evil version of the girl faded, replaced by the orange-red haired scamp she'd grown so fond of. "If all of that's true didn't our Mistresses stealing you from your witch endanger her?"

"Yes," the girl replied, blinking in surprise. "You're paying attention. Yes, it endangered her for a time until a new mirror appeared with part of me in it. But that's not what's important. The sword, kitten," she said, holding her hands out as the Mirror Sword appeared in her outstretched hands. "Before they stole ME they'd spent time captured by the body. They stole ME to keep it away in case it ever found them because before they escaped they stole something from the monster. They stole the Mirror Sword. It's here, somewhere in the manor. And you, naive, gullible, horny little kitten, are going to find it."

Naoka crossed her arms and gave the girl a skeptical look. "I don't know if I believe all of that. I think... I think MOST of that was true. But if it's even half true why would our Mistresses want me to find the sword?"

The Girl in the Mirror's face went blank. "They don't," she said, voice flat.

"You only do that when you're lying," Naoka accused. She remembered what she'd realized the last time she'd made the accusation and amended it to say, "Or when you want me to THINK you're lying."

"Maybe I want you to find it," she said, face and voice still blank. "Perhaps I just want you to get in trouble looking for it. Or if it IS real I want you to find it because doing so will enrage our Mistresses so much they'll kick you out. Maybe I despise your pure sweetness and want to see you booted out of here."

Naoka shook her head. "I don't believe THAT. You LIKE me." The Girl in the Mirror scoffed but didn't deny it, causing Naoka to smile in triumph.

"Maybe," the girl begrudgingly admitted. "And maybe THAT'S why I want you to find the sword. Maybe I think you're the one that can save me. Maybe if you find the sword then plunge it into my mirror--"

A purple shimmer appeared between Naoka and the Mirror of Dhuarcain then solidified into a floating ghostly girl. "Abso-fucking-lutely NOT," Gwendolyn half screamed to prevent The Girl in the Mirror from finishing what she was saying. "You, bed," she snapped, pointing at Naoka then across the room. "NOW."

The fierce look on Gwendolyn's face sent Naoka scampering to her bed. She practically jumped into it, ears turned down and tailed puffed out as she hid under the covers, only peeking out to watch what was happening on the other side of the room.

Gwendolyn turned to the mirror, nearly screaming. "What dangerous mischief are you up to? Why were you showing her THAT sword? You KNOW we're not allowed to talk about. And why were you trying to get her to... to..." She spluttered, unable to repeat what she'd heard the girl saying. "That's almost as monstrous as trying to trick her into going into your mirror!"

She started to say something else but stopped, looking confused. "Wait a minute. How long have you been talking to her?"

From her hiding place under the covers Naoka's ears perked up. She had forgotten Gwendolyn had been tasked with spying on her.

The Girl in the Mirror cocked her head and gave Gwendolyn a confused, innocent look. "Weren't you watching and listening? We've been talking for some time. I told her ALL about the Mirror Sword. Strange, you're supposed to stop me from doing stuff like that, aren't you?"

Gwendolyn looked even more confused. "But as soon as you started talking about it... But no, you HAD to have been talking for some time. But... But our Mistresses and the Priestess just left. But if so how did Naoka get over here?" She looked from the bed to the mirror, looking even more confused and more than a little alarmed.

The Girl in the Mirror gave her a mocking look of sympathy. "Aww, poor ghost girl, always so confused. Losing track of time. Maybe you're finally starting to fade away."

Gwendolyn's face twisted into a harsh expression of anger. She jabbed a finger at the mirror and blurted out angrily, "Mischief! This is mischief of YOUR making!!! I'm going to tell our Mistresses all about it next time I'm reporting to them. They'll want to know you can muddle my mind like this. And they are going to be VERY interested to learn you're trying to get her to look for that sword, especially since we're not even supposed to talk about it!"

The girl shrugged and started playing with her nails to show her lack of concern. "YOU'RE not supposed to talk about, not me. They WANT her to go looking for it."

"More Mischief," Gwendolyn accused. "They most certainly do NOT. I was given clear instructions that I'm supposed to stop her from even asking about it if she ever finds out it's h--" She stopped mid word, throwing her hands over her mouth.

When she glanced at Naoka hiding in the bed The Girl in the Mirror laughed. "Ooooh, you messed up there. Now she KNOWS it's in the manor somewhere."

Naoka wasn't so sure Gwendolyn had messed up. She had a strong suspicion this was all rehearsed, just another play being put on for her benefit. Then again, Gwendolyn DOES seem angry and frazzled, Naoka thought. Maybe like so much here this is truth and lies all mixed together.

"No more mischief tonight," Gwendolyn declared after dropping her hands from her mouth.

The Girl in the Mirror shrugged her shoulders again. "Fine," she said nonchalantly. "I've gotten up to plenty of it anyway." She leaned to the side, looking past Gwendolyn to wave then blow a kiss to Naoka. "Till next time, kitten!" A moment later she was gone from the mirror, the reflection in it appearing as it should.

Gwendolyn huffed then whirled around, floating angrily towards where Naoka lay peeking out from under the covers. "You just forget about all the lies and mischief she's been filling your head with tonight. It's VERY late and you need to get to bed."

Naoka, voice muffled from how she was cutely peeking out from under the blankets, said, "But I'm up now. I'm not even a little sleepy."

"Doesn't matter," Gwendolyn declared as she floated up beside the bed. "You need to stay in bed and stay out of further mischief!"

Naoka saw an opening and decided to take it. She dropped the blankets and gave the ghost girl a defiant look. "If you want me to stay in bed and stay out of trouble you need to stay with me till I fall asleep. I want attention, YOUR attention," she said, aware she sounded both greedy and selfish but not caring.

Gwendolyn rolled her eyes. "And if I don't give in to your demands for attention?"

"I'll go looking for the Mirror Sword," Naoka declared, furry ears rotating slightly to point at the door to show her interest in leaving her room.

"Fine," Gwendolyn said with a resigned sigh. "I'll spend time with you. I'll give you all the attention you want you. But you stay IN BED and as soon as you start to feel tired you go to fucking sleep."

Naoka bounced happily, throwing the blankets open and patting the bed beside her. "Come sit with me and we'll read together," she said excitedly as she turned and grabbed a book sitting on her nightstand. "I want to read more of Terin's Great Journey with you!"

Gwendolyn floated up into the big four poster bed then made to "sit" cross legged beside Naoka, floating close enough to the mattress that it created the allusion she was sitting on it. "Oh, you just want to read some smut and make yourself all hot and bothered," Gwendolyn said with another roll of her eyes. "You'd think after the day you'd had you'd be satisfied and at least want a break till morning."

Naoka had been about to open the book but stopped, turning to Gwendolyn and cocking her head as her ears perked up. "Were you watching the whole thing?"

"I watch everything that matters," the ghost girl said evasively.

The idea of Gwendolyn always watching her, no matter what salacious thing was being done to her, sent a thrill through the young Kittaran. Her tail lashed in excitement, flinging itself towards the ghost girl but not quite getting close enough to "touch" her.

"Does literally everything make you horny?" Gwendolyn asked in exacerbation. Before Naoka cold answer she added, "Do remember your first rule. No cumming without permission." She pointed at the book in Naoka's lap. "Is reading that going to lead to you getting yourself in trouble?"

Naoka looked from the book then to Gwendolyn. "I'm a good girl. I'm not going to get myself into trouble."

"We'll see about that," Gwendolyn said skeptically. "Go on, open it up," she added pointing to the book. "But this time you read it out loud. I read too slowly. You'll just end up staring at me and thinking dirty thoughts that will get us BOTH worked up and into trouble."

There was a tassel built into the book's binding that served as a bookmark. Naoka had thought she'd left it where she'd last read but found the tassel had slipped out. "Do you remember what we read last?"

"Yes," Gwendolyn said. "This was one of my favorite books, I could practically recite it from memory. Turn to the table of contents and I'll tell you where we were last."

Naoka opened the book to the requested page, turning it so Gwendolyn could see the table of contents.

"Huh," Gwendolyn said, staring at the open book in confusion. "This must be a different edition. All these chapter names look unfamiliar to me. Maybe it's a weird translation? I suppose with as old as the book is it MUST have been written in a different language. I guessed I'd never really thought about it."

Naoka's ears perked up. She closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on the book. It felt weighty in her hands and had a hint of warmth to it. There was a slight tingle coming from it, something special she suspected was subtle magic.

Nearly everything in this manor has potential magic in it and I'm starting to be able to pick up on when it's active, she thought happily. Not just magic swords and enchanted mirrors. But the women and the girls. The sex toys. The halls and paintings. Even the books, ESPECIALLY this book.

"We should open it to a random chapter," Naoka declared, confident the book would lead them to whatever game or mystery it was at work playing out.

With her eyes still closed she closed the book then reopened it, flipping through the pages till she felt the impulse to stop. After flinging the book open she opened her eyes, unsurprised to find she'd conveniently opened the book to the first page of a chapter. Naoka ran her finger under the chapter heading and read it to Gwendolyn. "The honored party guest."

Gwendolyn furrowed her brow. "I don't remember there being a party anywhere in the story," she said, looking confused.

Naoka was eager to find out if Gwendolyn was just remembering things poorly or if this copy of the book was drastically different from the one she'd read.

She started reading, using her excitement as an excuse to scoot a little closer to Gwendolyn. She knew she couldn't touch her, but she could be close to the girl and pretend, and maybe if she set the right mood the girl might touch HER.

The Kittaran knew that was selfish, but she planned on making it up to Gwendolyn one day. Next time I see Liedia I'll ask her about the Necklace of Erizad. She has it, I think that means she wants the ability to be with Gwendolyn one day. But if I can't get her to reconnect with her former love then maybe she'll let me borrow it so I can be with her.

"Do try to keep you sweet, naive hopes more quiet," Gwendolyn said softly.

Naoka glanced at her, fairly certain the girl's cheeks were flush, although with the way she was hued purple and slightly see through it was hard to tell. I was thinking too loud again, she thought.

"Yes," Gwendolyn agreed. "You were. You ALWAYS are. You should know there will be no happy ending for me, for Liedia, for anyone here. But it's sweet you think there can be. Just read, you horny, sweet mess," she said, moving as though tapping the open book but not actually touching the page.

Naoka started to read. There was something about the chapter that was more thrilling than the last one she'd read. In it Terin, the story's heroine, needed to find out some information about her foes. Conveniently the two monsters who wore the disguise of Human women were throwing a costume ball. Terin had dressed up, putting on a skimpy costume and mask and gone to the party undercover.

As the Kittaran eagerly read the story out loud she couldn't help but imagine the villainesses' manor was her Mistresses'. The party was easy for her to imagine as well, she simply pictured the party where she'd been Liedia's instrument but imagined all the guests had been in fun, sexy costumes wearing masks.

There was a tense moment when Terin had to interact with her foes, knowing who they were and worrying they would be able to recognize her. It was a tense meeting, with lots of flirting and even some light pawing at the heroine that left Naoka purring lightly as she imagined herself being the one the two older domineering women were pawing at.

"Hold up," Gwendolyn said. "Read that last bit again, the description of the villainesses."

Naoka did, but only after hissing slightly. Stopping and going back to reread a passage spoiled much of the heat she'd been building. "Happy?" she asked snottily after rereading the passage. "Can I go on? I want to find out what happens to Terin. I bet they know it's her and are just pretending. I like pretending. I want them to trick her and capture her and do things to her."

"You're already too worked up," Gwendolyn said dismissively. "You're thinking too much about what's going to happen and not paying enough attention to what you're reading. Don't you find that description of the villainesses... odd?"

"Odd?" Naoka asked, ears perking up. She looked up from the book and saw the look of consternation on Gwendolyn's face. "What's odd about it?"

"It's wrong," Gwendolyn said as her face twisted up in confusion and anxiety. "The writing style is all wrong. The descriptions in the story are always so vague... So you can picture yourself or women you fancy in place of the heroine or villainesses. That's always been part of the book's popularity."

Naoka tried to remember the other times she'd read from the book. Terin had never been described in any meaningful detail, but the villainesses had been. They'd always reminded her of their Mistresses and Naoka told Gwendolyn that.

The ghostly girl pointed at the passage they'd reread. "Never like that. That's TOO much like them. That's not two women who remind me of them, that's a clear description OF them!"

Naoka saw what she was saying but didn't care and told Gwendolyn so.

"Someone did something to the book," Gwendolyn declared.

Naoka thought the clear implication was their Mistresses had altered the book, but then she noticed Gwendolyn glaring at the Mirror of Dhuarcain. "She can't have done anything to it," Naoka told Gwendolyn.

"No, but she could have had help," Gwendolyn replied, staring daggers at the mirror.

"Or maybe it's all part of the game you're all playing tonight," Naoka suggested, flashing Gwendolyn a sly smile.

Gwendolyn crossed her arms and pouted. "Well if it is it's a game I'm not part of and I don't like it. Just keep reading," she added with a huff after giving the mirror one final glare then looking back at the book.

Naoka continued reading, growing more excited as she went on. It was made clear to the reader, but not Terin, that the villainesses had recognized her. They spent some time toying with her, teasing and playing sensual games of cat and mouse with the heroine. Finally they ended up tricking Terin into playing a party game where she would become a "living shrine" to Sylvulva, Goddess of Sapphic Desire.

As the villainesses tied Terin to a pillar Naoka read faster, purring loud enough to make Gwendolyn giggle. The position Terin was bound in left Naoka squirming as she imagined herself in the heroine's place. Bound to a pillar, her arms behind her back and her legs roped up and spread open so partygoers could come, kneel before her, and "worship" Sylvulva by eating her out.

Occasional glances at Gwendolyn told Naoka that the girl was nearly as into the heat of the story as she was. Her cheeks were flush and her eyes heavily lidded. She'd uncrossed her legs and adjusted them so she could slip a hand between her thighs in preparation of the heat rising enough for her hand to begin to wander.

What had started as a kinky party game turned into something more real when a Priestess of Sylvulva joined them. She gagged Terin, leading to the heroine realizing just how helpless she was. As the heat in the scene was rising both girls were preparing to start playing with themselves. They adjusted how they were laying, moving closer as they prepared for the intimacy of a little mutual masturbation.

Before they started something in the book ruined both their moods. At first there hadn't been a detailed description of the Priestess. But as a full-blown sex scene involving her began one was needed, and when Naoka read it out loud both girls were left unsettled.

"That's a description of Astani," Gwendolyn said, sounding as uneasy as Naoka felt.

"Why put her in the book?" Naoka asked.

"I... I don't know. This is... This isn't normal," Gwendolyn said, inching a bit away from Naoka and the book. "Maybe we should stop reading. We can do something else. We could--"

Naoka wasn't listening to her. She was staring at the book, rereading the description of the Priestess. "There has to be a reason our Mistresses put Astani in here," she insisted. "There seems to ALWAYS be a reason for a mystery here. Mysteries built power, I get told that over and over again. I don't fully understand what it means, but I've figured out that noticing the mysteries and trying to solve them is what our Mistresses want me to do."

"You're too curious," Gwendolyn said softly. "Naoka, look at me a moment."

When Naoka looked up from the book she was startled to see how concerned Gwendolyn looked.

"I've grown quite fond of you," Gwendolyn said, reaching out and to rest a hand on Naoka's knee.

The moment of contact caught Naoka off guard and she barely stopped herself from flinching, glad she didn't. If she'd moved it would have been her touching the ghost girl which would have made it so she wouldn't have been able to feel her touch anymore. She stayed perfectly still, purring louder as she enjoyed the feel of the girl's chilled ghostly hand on her knee.

"Naoka, dear... You're... You're too trusting. Too innocent. To naive. Too curious! You're not seeing how dangerous this place is. You're refusing to see that we're all monsters here. Our Mistresses... They aren't good women. And there are more sinister things they have hidden away in here. You... you should be more careful. You should be more hesitant."

"I'm a good girl," Naoka said dismissively. "I'll be their best girl ever," she added, sticking her nose up a bit. "I'm going to prove it by solving all the mysteries! It's what they want me to do."

"Yes, it is," Gwendolyn whispered as though afraid she'd be overheard. "But listen, Naoka, they aren't the only ones seeding mysteries inside the manor. They aren't the only ones who want things from you." She was talking quickly, her eyes trying to tell Naoka something she couldn't verbalize. "We don't know if it was our Mistresses that changed this book. It could have been something darker, something that wants to lead you astray and into even more danger than they'll lead you."

Naoka looked from the girl to the book then back to Gwendolyn. She grinned, the end of her tail lashing back and forth in excitement. "I like this game," she declared. "A little bit of danger makes everything so much more sexy. But I know there's no REAL danger. It's all a game."

For a moment the pained look on Gwendolyn's face made her doubt what she'd just said. Gwendolyn looked sincerely worried and more than a little afraid. But a moment later the doubt passed. "You're playing the game good tonight," she said, hoping a bit of teasing would break the tension. "Come on, let's get back to the book. It was just getting good."

Gwendolyn sighed. "Alright, you painfully naive, overly trusting, and doomed little kitten."

The scene heated quickly. Once Terin realized she was in danger the villainesses, aided by the Priestess, revealed they'd known who Terin was all along. As the Priestess directed random costumed women to eat Terin out as part of some mysterious and ominous religious ceremony the two villainesses teased and played with Terin.

They stroked her, telling Terin they'd ALWAYS recognize her. "Hide your face behind a mask," one of them cooed sensually as she played with Terin's breasts, "but it matters not. We have every inch of your body memorized. You think we could have buried our face in that lovely pussy of yours so many times and not know you just by the smell and taste of your sex? It could be pitch black and we'd know it's you with just a whiff or lick of your lovely cunt."

By that point both girls were playing with themselves. As Naoka's fingers danced on her sex, rubbing and tickling to enjoy the heat of the story but not stoke her fires too hot lest she risk getting off. It left her voice breathy, making the sex scene she was reading sound even steamier.

Gwendolyn, who had no prohibition against cumming without permission, was not holding back. Even if she'd wanted to the increasingly breathy sound of the Kittaran's narration, along with the sensual sight of her playing with herself, would have been far too much for her.

Naoka didn't notice how much deeper in the throes of self-pleasure Gwendolyn was, at least not at first. But eventually the girl's lewd moans drew her attention.

"Don't stop," the girl gasped out when Naoka paused her reading on noticing the ghost girl furiously masturbating beside her. "I'm close," she moaned out, spreading her legs open wide and arching her back as she moaned out a deep, lewd moan of pleasure. As she did this the clothing she'd been wearing faded from sight, leaving her naked.

The sight of the pretty girl's body writhing on full display suddenly beside her left Naoka's eyes practically bulging out of her head. Her mind filled with erotic images of what she'd do to Gwendolyn if she could touch her. She saw herself pouncing on the girl, pinning her to the bed and replacing the fingers she was thrusting into herself with two of Naoka's.

A moment later a different fantasy flashed through her mind, her crawling like a cat to slip between the girl's open legs and lap like a kitten at her moist, glistening sex. Then, her cunt-hunger growing, feasting on the girl's sex till she was screaming that should couldn't take any more.

"Don't stop," Gwendolyn gasped. When Naoka kept reading she groaned in frustration. "No, you horny little stray, never mind the book. The fantasies, keep going! You think so loud it feels almost like they are happening..."

Naoka tossed the book onto the night table. Whatever thing hidden in it she was meant to discover would have to wait. THIS was FAR more important.

The Kittaran closed her eyes and burrowed into the pillows and blankets, rolling a bit about to wrap herself up tight and better block out the real world. Once she was encased in bedding she focused fully on her fantasies, thinking them as loud as she could.

In her mind she pictured the scene they'd just abandoned, only in her mind it was Gwendolyn reading to Naoka. Not a ghostly echo of the girl, but the real flesh and blood her that Naoka was able to cuddle into as she listened to her slowly reading the dirty story.

While picturing herself cuddled up tight against the girl Naoka imagined all the ways she'd try and distract Gwendolyn from reading the book. Wiggling and rubbing against her. Letting her hands caress and wander. Flicking her tail under the blankets and curling it against her then dragging it up her thighs. Even breathing on her just right to leave Gwendolyn breathy and distracted all leading to the moment that the girl abandoned the book and gave in, letting Naoka have her way with her.

Beside the pile of pillows and blankets Naoka was buried under Gwendolyn was floating naked above the bed, her eyes closed as she gasped in delight while she played with herself to the vivid images Naoka was thinking at her. "Never... imagined... how clear... it would be... when you thought loud... on purpose," she gasped out between moans of pleasure.

Under the bedding Naoka was hidden in the Kittaran grinned so wide her lips hurt. "And you seem better than most at hearing my thoughts," Naoka teased as she let the fantasy end. "You sound so cute all breathy and moaning. But I bet you'd sound even cuter with a different fantasy, one where YOU get to take charge."

Naoka then began loudly imagining Gwendolyn stripping her. Securing a ball gag secularly in place in her mouth. In her mindscape Gwendolyn was dressed in a skimpy leather outfit, letting her dominate side out. She was armed with a riding crop that she was using to direct and bully the gagged Kittaran.

"On all fours like the horny little stray you are," the Gwendolyn in her mind was telling her. "Crawl about. Meow through the gag. Paw at me as you beg for treats. Mmmm... There's a good kitty. But cuter and sexier. EARN your treats."

The real Gwendolyn repeatedly gasped out the word "fuck" over and over again. Words kept coming, faster and faster as she masturbated and built heat. "Never occurred to me how hot making an actual animal girl do some pet play would be. There's an extra level of humiliation... And in your fantasy you look so cute and happy enduring it!"

Naoka took what she said and used it in the fantasy. She pictured herself looking even cuter and happier as she acted like a cat. And she says this pet play stuff is supposed to be humiliating. I can work with that, she thought, imagining all the ways being made to act the cat WOULD humiliate her.

The fantasy was getting her plenty worked up, but she was determined to be a good girl tonight. Although she'd wiggled and wormed a thick bunch of blankets between her legs and was grinding her pussy against them she was refusing to play with herself. She was doing this for Gwendolyn, not for herself.

As she continued to play out the fantasy in her head and enjoy the cute gasps and moans coming from the real Gwendolyn Naoka wondered if this was some of what her Mistresses felt when they were doming her. There was heat. There was sexual stimulation and pleasure. But that's not where the true joy was coming from. There was a thrill in leading the other girl, in orchestrating things.

There was a high from the power of being in charge she found surprisingly thrilling, although she knew it was a thrill she would seldom go looking for. She craved to be the submissive and the center of attention. Taking the lead like this, this was something special she'd only ever do with women she felt a special soft closeness with.

The thoughts jumbled up the fantasy running through her mind, derailing and changing it. Suddenly the pet play scene was gone, replaced by something for less kinky but FAR more intimate.

Gwendolyn was sitting in a chair, the lights dim. Naoka sat on her lap facing her, leaned over as she kissed and licked her way up the girl's neck towards her ear. "Love your weird Human ears," Naoka whispered to the girl as she nuzzled her nose into her ear. "They're just so... weird. This bit so soft," she said before kissing then lightly sucking on Gwendolyn's earlobe.

She kissed and suck on her earlobe for a long time, enjoying the way this made the girl moan softly. Gwendolyn returned the attention by running her hands up the Kittaran's back then back down to tickle and caress the base of her tail. Naoka's tail responded by coiling around one of the girl's arms, giving her something she was starting to recognize as a kind of ultra-intimate hug.

The romantic softness of the fantasy combined with the wrapping of soft, warm bedding was leaving Naoka sleepy. If she'd been alone she probably would have continued things this way till she slipped peacefully to sleep. But she wasn't alone, Gwendolyn was floating beside and above her, still playing with herself. Although now feeling ready to drift off she planned on thinking the ghost girl to climax before letting that happen.

"So soft and BITEABLE," the fantasy Naoka whispered into the fantasy Gwendolyn's ear before biting her earlobe. "And these parts, with their weird almost bone-like hardness, even MORE biteable," she teased in her fantasy as she nipped and bite all over one ear then the other.

Hearing an increase in gasping and moaning from real Gwendolyn was all Naoka needed to know the biting was working for the girl. She played into it, the fantasy her working her way down from Gwendolyn's ears. Licking between playful nips. Kissing then sucking and turning that sucking into delightfully painful things that involved teeth.

It was a fantasy so there was no need for consistency. They'd started with Gwendolyn sitting in a chair, Naoka on her lap and facing her. But as the Kittaran's mouth moved southward the fantasy shifted. Suddenly Gwendolyn was lying in the bed, Naoka kissing, nibbling, and nipping her way down her belly.

"My thighs," real Gwendolyn gasped out in a needy whine. "Nibble on them! Then attack my pussy. Nip at my labia... Suck on my clit. Yes, oh gods, Naoka, you think so loud and clear it's like it's happening! I'm so fucking close. Don't stop. Lower. Higher. Suck on my clit again. Gods, you're so fucking good at this. I didn't even know this was possible..."

She started to go on but whatever her next word was going to be turned into an incomprehensible moan as Gwendolyn started to get off. Naoka continued the fantasy, mixing reality into it. Suddenly her fantasy was her picturing the ghost girl floating beside her cumming, only Naoka was crouched between her floating legs able to touch her and eating her out while she came.

Naoka didn't stop till Gwendolyn whimpered out, "C-c-can't take any more..."

She didn't stop her fantasy, but she did end the sex. She pictured the two of them falling into the blankets, Gwendolyn alive so Naoka could pull her into the confusing pile of bedding and cuddle into her. "Sleep time now," Naoka cooed happily, unsure if she'd said the words out loud or only in the fantasy.

In the fantasy Gwendolyn was cuddled up close to her, their sweaty bodies tangled together under the now too-hot blankets. Neither cared, they wanted to be lost in the moist, dampness of their intermingled heat and sweat. It was messy and warm and they were both so drained and sleepy... They'd cuddle each other to sleep and deal with needing to bathe in the morning. Or maybe they wouldn't, maybe they'd wake stinking of each other and happily wallow in it till some external force forced them up from the bed...

* * *

Gwendolyn let out a long, exacerbated sigh as she floated away from the huge four-poster bed Naoka was sleeping in. "Gods, even in her sleep she thinks too loud," she muttered, rubbing her temples. "She shifted from waking fantasy to dream without me even noticing."

As she floated towards the Mirror of Dhuarcain The Girl in the Mirror appeared in it. "Oh, I don't know, I suspect you cumming your pretty little brains out was probably more responsible for you losing track of whether she was awake or not."

Gwendolyn, her already flush face growing more colored, seemed to realize then she was still naked. She waved a hand in front of her body, the elegant gown she most often appeared in forming around her. "I hate that you get to watch everything that happens in this room," she snapped as she finished floating up to the mirror.

The Girl in the Mirror smirked at her. "Right, because that's YOUR thing now. You're supposed to always be there watching her even if she can't see you. How convenient for you that few can tell when you're doing your job. Tell me, how often do you sneak off to spy on Liedia instead?"

Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes and glared at the girl trapped in the mirror. "Why do you have to ruin everything?" As she asked the question she choked up slightly, turning to look away from the girl to wipe a tear away. "You used to be so nice to me when I was alive..."

"You were interesting then," The Girl in the Mirror said, voice flat. "You were worth loving then," she added, voice colder and meaner.

Gwendolyn scoffed while hugging herself tightly. "Maybe I'm not anymore, but you NEVER were."

Behind her The Girl in the Mirror shrugged. "Maybe. But that painfully naive and kindhearted Kittaran loves us both. What do you think about that?"

"I think we're monsters," Gwendolyn whispered just loud enough for The Girl in the Mirror to hear her. "We're ruining her just like we've ruined everyone else who's been a 'guest of honor' in this room."

"You're wrong about that," The Girl in the Mirror replied. "We always make them believe they're special. It lasts just as long as it takes our Mistresses to ruin them and find a place to make use of them. But this one is different, this one IS special. Oh, she'll end up ruined, but NOT like all the others."

Gwendolyn, still hugging herself, peeked over her shoulder. "What were you trying to do with the book? Why did you change it like that?"

The Girl in the Mirror flashed a mischievous smile at the ghost girl. "I suppose you'll never know since you got too horny and asked her to stop reading. Besides, who says I was the one that changed it?"

"I'm going to tell our Mistresses," Gwendolyn told her as she turned to face the girl. "And they'll figure out what you're up to."

"No, you're not," The Girl in the Mirror declared confidently as a white cat strutted into sight in her mirror. She knelt and started petting it as it rubbed up against her.

Gwendolyn blinked. She looked around, confused. Why was she floating visible by the Mirror of Dhuarcain? Had she come to use it after putting Naoka to bed? She must have, the brat who lived in it wasn't visible, why else would she be over here?

She turned and floated back towards Naoka's bed. The girl looked so peaceful and happy... "Here's to hoping tomorrow isn't the day you discover what monsters we all are," she muttered as she faded from sight.

Once she'd faded from sight The Girl in the Mirror reappeared, still kneeling and petting the cat that shouldn't have been there. "It won't matter if or when she finds out, it won't change anything," she told the cat as she scratched behind one of its ears. "She's a good girl. She'll always drink the tea and she'll solve ALL the mysteries, or at least the ones YOU want her to," she added before grinning evilly and fading from sight.