Fetishes: BDSM, Degradation, Impact Play, Claws (Mild Blood), Electricity, Oral, and Mild Orgasm Denial
Noelle had never been to Catti’s apartment but it was exactly how she would’ve imagined it. The curtains were drawn, only letting a few fleeting wisps of daylight into the space, a phantom amount of illumination which was only supported by a few colourful bulbs and a couple glowing candles, the space kept purposefully dim.
There was a sofa, lounging chairs, TV, coffee table, and shelves. The basic functions needed to support comfortable living. Yet, there were a few more exotic items on display, as well, being classed into three separate but distinct groups.
The first group was items that seemed to be related to witchcraft, the occult, and magic, occupying a single shelf. These included a mortar and pestle, various jars filled with plant matter, herbs, and spices, and a couple intimidating animal bones. There were also a couple pieces of paper taped up against the wall with intricate symbols and diagrams upon them along with Latin words which Noelle wasn’t at all familiar with.
The second group was items related to anime. There was a decent collection of manga and a small grouping of character statues. Some were from shows that they had once watched as kids but there were also those belonging to shows they hadn’t partaken in together. Along with this, there were also a couple prints from various series which were framed and hung upon the wall. It would seem that a little bit of Catty was rubbing off on her little sister.
Then there was the third group of items as Noelle drew her attention past magic, anime, and a computer. Her gaze even went beyond an ironed trans flag which was pinned to the wall.
This final group of items occupied several shelves and included all the trinkets related to kink. There were so many exotic toys: dildos, vibrators, ropes, and plenty of items meant to cause pain. The sight of them made Noelle feel a little jealous, wishing that her polycule owned nearly as much.
Though before she could focus on this collection for too long there was movement as Catti emerged from the kitchen.
“Tea,” she said, placing the tray down upon the dining room table.
Kris smiled and picked up a cup and saucer, blowing upon it. “Thanks, Catti.”
Catti nodded and said nothing more, instead glancing between the duo.
She was still the same force of nature that she’d been as a child, wearing the full goth getup that Noelle was used to.
No, it wasn’t just the same, it was so much more than what her memories recalled. This was the kind of attire that having grown-up money and freedom could afford. Her outfit was centred upon a plaid skirt, a metal band shirt, and a leather vest. All of which were supported by dark jewelry and a complexion that was accented with a full face of gothic makeup. All of which…
Well, honestly, Noelle found it pretty fucking hot.
Her own outfit felt painfully plain in comparison. She wore a simple pair of jeans and a turtleneck sweater. Still, the hickies on her neck needed hiding and there were so few articles of clothing as adept at obscuring them as a turtleneck.
At the very least, Kris picked up her slack as they wore a bright sundress with a red sash tied around the middle. They did a good enough job of looking interesting for both of them.
“How’s school?” Catti asked.
Kris shrugged. “Mostly just been chugging along through the tail half of the year. I got one hell of a group project to work on once we’re back home. Our animation class is asking us to put together a full minute long animation which is…” They sighed. “A little outside my usual comfort zone.”
“Probably why they’re making you do it,” Noelle quipped.
“A minute?” Catti asked, offering a playful smile. “Long for you.”
Kris’ cheeks warmed. “Alright!” They glared at her. “I’ve gotten better since high school.”
Catti allowed her smile to linger as she instead nodded towards Noelle.
“I guess school is kind of up in the air at the moment,” Noelle said, working her jaw. “I’m not sure if I should finish up this semester and score the credits or if I should just drop things now and take some time off before the next semester starts.”
“I’d finish up with this semester,” Kris said, shrugging. “No point in wasting money, right?”
Catti nodded. “Agreed.”
“I know, I just…” Noelle sighed. “Civics is just so freaking dull.”
But in the end, she knew that their collective opinion was correct. Still, she had a whole day of spring break left and she was going to enjoy it to its fullest by not thinking about that executioner’s ax at this very moment.
“How has work been treating you?” Kris asked, gesturing to Catti.
Catti scoffed. “Good.”
“Have any interesting clients?” Kris then asked, smirking at her.
“Don’t kiss,” Catti interjected, rolling her eyes. “Don’t tell.”
“How is your career overall?” Noelle inquired, rubbing at her arms. “Sorry if that’s invasive. I’m just curious, is all.”
“Good and bad,” Catti answered, shrugging. As unhelpful as always. “Enjoy freedom. Hate… parasocial.”
“Yikes, I didn’t even think about that,” Noelle said.
Catti nodded and looked around the apartment. “Money's good. Nice condo.”
“Yeah, our apartment is about as big as…” Noelle paused, blinking. “Wait did you say condo?”
Catti smirked.
“Do you own this place!” Noelle yelped.
Catti didn’t allow her smile to slip as that ever-present coy little smirk did all the talking for her.
“Maybe I’m in the wrong line of work,” Noelle whispered.
Kris shrugged. “Maybe but I wouldn’t hedge my bets. Catti is just really good at what she does.”
“True,” Catti said, picking up her tea and taking a sip from it. “You’re…” She pursed her lips together and hummed, pondering her word choice. “Fun to break.”
“Been awhile since you last broke me,” Kris quipped, grinning as they leaned forwards.
Noelle looked at the last cup of tea and picked it up herself, bringing it to her nose. She breathed in the vapours wafting off of it and smelled the rich chai flavoured with honey and a splash of cream. It tasted extremely good as she sampled it.
“Do you think you’ll ever go to college?” Noelle asked.
Catti looked at her. “Couple years. Sex is good money. But…”
“You’ll only be making it for a little while?” Kris asked.
Catti nodded.
Kris closed their eyes and leaned back into the sofa. “If I didn’t love animation so much, I might’ve gotten into this kind of stuff.” They placed their cup aside on a nearby table. “Do you still do shrooms by the way?”
“And other things,” Catti added.
“We should get high again sometime,” Kris offered, leaning over and resting their cheek against Noelle’s shoulder. “I still remember that time we took acid and sat under a full moon.”
Catti nodded. “Nice memory.”
“That sounds intense,” Noelle said.
Catti’s smile grew, just a little. “They’re fun.” She then looked at Kris. “Remember graveyard?”
“Angel, how could I forget,” Kris said, snickering. “I thought for sure that we were going to go to jail for sure.”
Noelle’s eyes widened as she looked first at Kris and then towards Catti, picking up on something unspoken being transferred between them. Each of them had a satisfied little smile, the kind borne from fond memories that were inaccessible to mere mortals like herself.
“What’s this about a graveyard?” Noelle asked.
Kris shrugged. “We got high, went to one, and…”
“Fucked,” Catti finished.
“Someone must’ve noticed us jump the fence because the police showed up,” Kris added, snickering. “Thankfully it was just Napstablock and not Undyne. So, we were able to get away without getting caught.”
“With most clothing,” Catti added.
“I still miss that shirt,” Kris grumbled, shaking their head. They then looked at Catti and smiled at her. “Do you think the statute of limitations has expired and I could go get that back?’
Catti scoffed and cocked a brow, not offering a verbal response to this inquiry.
This seemed to appease Kris who simply shook their head, sighing. “Well, maybe one day I can actually get it back.”
“It sounds like you two got up to a lot of interesting stuff back in the day,” Noelle said, hoping her envy didn’t bleed through into her voice too badly.
“After Tasque, Catti was one of my first like…” Kris motioned with their hand, trying to summon the proper word for it. “You know.”
Genuine mirth coloured Catti’s lips. It was a little unsettling to see. “Say it.”
“I’m sure that Noelle can…” Kris began.
“Say it,” Catti repeated, a bit of an edge entering her voice. It was hard not to feel intimidated by it as even Noelle tensed. “An order.”
Kris sighed. “She used to Domme me as well.”
“Angel, babe…” Noelle snickered and covered her lips with the back of her hand. “I’m starting to get the feeling that you’re actually a submissive or something.”
“Look!” Kris interjected, flicking their wrist as they let out the most adorable sounding huff that Noelle had ever heard. “That’s only partially true. There’s also Zelda and a few casual partners before we met. I’d say that it’s like a fifty-fifty split at this point.”
Catti scoffed. “Don’t lie.”
“I’m not lying!” Kris yelped. They were honest to the Angel blushing with an intense crimson hue colouring their tanned cheeks. It was kind of adorable to see them get like this, so flustered and hot under the collar. They even squirmed in their seat. “I’m just telling a more selective version of the truth is all.”
Catti rolled her eyes and then looked at Noelle. “Want to fuck?”
Noelle blinked. “Like right now?”
“Yes.” Catti glanced away from her and at Kris, smirking. “They need correcting.”
Kris tensed. “I wouldn’t know about that.”
“Well, I’d love to see you do that,” Noelle said. She couldn’t help but bite her lip. “Plus, you’ve kind of been on my mind since that play party.”
Catti smiled at this and couldn’t help but seem a little pleased by this development as well. In response, she placed her cup of tea aside and then got to her feet, nodding towards her bedroom.
It was a silent command and both Kris and Noelle silently followed it. Each of them placed their respective cup of tea aside and got to their feet.
Kris was the first to head towards the bedroom, brushing past Catti on their way there. In response, Catti lifted a hand into the air and then lashed out, slapping it down upon their ass.
“My bitch,” Catti chastised. “Don’t forget.”
Kris huffed, letting out this adorable bratty sound that Noelle had never heard before. It was honestly kind of shocking to see them get this bottomy. Like they didn’t even get this way around Susie when she was topping.
“Bitch,” they finally grumbled, sounding so wonderfully indignant.
“Not yet,” Catti replied, leering at them. “But soon.”
Noelle also started to make her way towards the bedroom though was stopped as Catti lifted a hand to intercept her. She wondered if she would also be slapped across the ass. Instead of doing that, however, Catti merely observed her with what seemed to be a passive curiosity.
“Know Dreemurr’s limits,” Catti said, watching as Kris slipped into her bedroom. “Yours?”
“I’m open to a lot of things,” Noelle said, wincing as she realized how unhelpful that answer was. She remembered her Doms’ instructions to never answer a question like that with a response of that nature. “Sorry, sorry, I mean it’s more like…”
“Bondage?” Catti asked.
“I like it in moderation, nothing more intense than what we did at the play party though,” Noelle said.
Catti nodded. “Pain?”
“Spanking and claws are nice,” Noelle answered, looking down at Catti’s hand and seeing those tiny feline claws poke through. She idly wondered how they would feel against her skin. “I’ve been beaten with a belt and crop and stuff like that but I don’t know if I can handle much more than that.”
“Sex?” Catti asked.
Noelle smirked. “I’d love to be fucked by you.”
“Urine?” Catti then inquired.
Noelle bit her lip at that one, giving it a moment’s thought. “Let’s discuss that if it comes up. Never done it before and I don’t know if that would really be my cup of tea.”
“No anal?” Catti then added, nodding to the bedroom door. “Dreemurr mentioned.”
“Still new to it,” Noelle admitted, rubbing at her arm. She didn’t know why that made her blush but it did. It kind of felt like she was an amateur or something. “Plus, it’s a whole lot of prep work for something that might not even come up.”
“Dreemurr is intense,” Catti explained, reaching out and placing a hand upon Noelle’s cheek. Her touch was tender, warm, and soft. “Are you okay…” Catti worked her jaw, searching for the right words. “If they hurt?”
Noelle gave it some thought and then nodded. “I can always safeword if things get too intense.”
“Good teachers,” Catti stated, looking towards her bedroom. “Both of them.”
It took Noelle a second to realize who she was referring to. Though once she had, she simply nodded and offered a warm smile. “They are.”
“Last question,” Catti inquired, getting a little closer still. She got right into the midst of Noelle’s personal space, glancing up at her. She was only a little shorter than Noelle, maybe an inch or two at most. Yet, her stature made her feel far larger than that, stronger and bulkier too.
“Yes?” Noelle asked.
Catti stroked her cheek with a thumb. “Kiss you?”
Noelle nodded. “You may.”
The two of them dipped forwards, meeting somewhere in the middle. Their lips came together, melding into a unified presence. It took only a moment before their mouths parted and a pair of tongues ventured forth, circling around one another. Catti’s was unique, different from any of the others that Noelle had ever encountered before. It was coarse and oddly rough, covered in firm little hooks which tugged at her own appendage.
Catti’s hand left her cheek and instead reached around to the back of her head, gripping a hold of her hair. She ensured that the doe stayed in place, not giving her the chance to pull away.
Noelle reached up and rested a hand upon Catti’s chest, groping at one of her large breasts and giving it a firm squeeze. It was sizeable, more than a handful, easily being one of the largest that Noelle had ever had the privilege of getting to play with.
This clumsy groping must’ve been doing something as Catti let out a satisfied little moan, projecting her pleasure into Noelle’s mouth.
It almost seemed like their union could’ve lasted for hours, going on and on, with no end in sight. Yet, there was one little factor which Noelle hadn’t accounted for; one tiny aspect which had been left to the wayside.
Kris cleared their throat and the two of them tensed.
“You know, Catti, if you don’t provide me with enrichment, I might act like a cat and start knocking shit over in order to get your attention,” Kris teased, unable to keep that sickly sweet tone of utter mirth out of their voice. “You have a lot of shiny gemstones lying around that are just asking to be knocked onto the floor.”
Catti drew away from the kiss, rolling her eyes before focusing her attention on Kris. “Prick.”
Noelle snickered and looked at her partner, seeing them leaning against the wall with their arms crossed in front of their chest. They had a satisfied little smile upon their lips, taking pleasure as they winked at the duo.
“Though that was pretty hot,” Kris admitted. “Always love seeing my girlfriend make out with another women.”
“Cuck,” Catti chastised.
“I mean Zelda got me into it,” Kris teased, turning away and heading back towards the bedroom. “It’s the thinking monster’s kink. Didn’t you know that?”
Catti drew away from Noelle, giving her one last reassuring pat on the side. She then turned towards her bedroom and followed after Kris. It only took a confused moment before Noelle stirred and also got the memo, coming along as well.
The journey to the bedroom wasn’t too far as Noelle was the last of the group to enter. The room felt like it very much belonged to Catti, once more being a unification of the same three pillars as the living room.
The dresser held a shrine with various gemstones upon it, looking extremely spiritual, just brimming with magical energy. There was also an incense holder resting next to it. Catti was currently busy putting a stick into it as she grabbed a lighter which sat right next to it, using it to ignite the stick.
There was also a shelf that held a few plushies and statues from other shows that Catti enjoyed with a fair few fighting robots standing guard over the display. It was an impressive sight to behold, looking pretty pricey.
Though both of these displays paled when compared to just how much this space was dominated by the domain of sin.
The first thing that Noelle noticed was the bed itself which had an incredibly sturdy frame that was box shaped. It housed several supporting bars along the top which had a ton of anchor points embedded into them. It seemed that this frame could facilitate a person being bound in all sorts of interesting ways. The underside of the bed also looked like a large cage with a comfortable bedding on the floor for any prospective pets to lay down upon.
One wall was littered with little hooks, each of them housing a different implement for either bondage or pain. There were also some tools which Noelle had never even seen before, looking so exotic in nature. She kind of wondered what they would feel like as they came crashing down upon her person, flogging and battering her hide.
Catti seemed to notice where her gaze lingered, smiling at her. “Pays to invest.”
Lastly, there was a series of shelves which bore all sorts of penetrative devices with all manner of dildos on display. It seemed that every species in Hometown was represented and some that were even more exotic than the denizens of this community could possibly provide.
It also took Noelle a second to realize that…
“Wait, are these ordered by size?” she asked.
Catti nodded and walked over, looking at the collection. She touched a finger to the smallest. “Bird.” Then she went over to the next one, still lingering well into the below average category. “Human.”
“Okay!” Kris huffed.
Catti smirked and then moved all the way along the display until she was at the very end of it. “Dragon.”
“Yeah, that checks out,” Noelle teased.
Catti scoffed and then looked at Kris. “Any ideas?”
“Same old, same old?” Kris offered, stretching their body taut in order to show off how sleek and slender it was. “Tie me up, flog me, fuck me, and make me cry?”
Catti nodded and looked at Noelle. “And you?”
“I like the sound of all of that,” Noelle said, biting her lip. “Well maybe not the crying part but I like the sound of the rest of it.”
“Are you sure?” Kris asked.
Noelle paused and looked at them. “What do you mean?”
A guilty little look soon overcame Kris as they glanced off to the side, unable to make eye contact. They rubbed at their arm, working their jaw as they tried to get their thoughts straight and into something verbal. “It’s just…”
Catti also seemed a little concerned, glancing at Kris and then at Noelle. It didn’t seem like she had any idea what was up either.
“I just don’t want this to be another Tasque Manager situation,” Kris explained.
Noelle pursed her lips together. “Ah…” She thought about it for a moment, giving it some genuine grey matter. The memories of that encounter were still painfully vivid, a sore little barb which tugged at her mind. Yet, there was something different about this, subtle but different. “I trust Catti more and I know that I have a stronger grasp of a safeword than whatever nonsense happened in the Dark World.”
“Are you sure?” Kris asked.
Noelle nodded. “Positive.”
Catti scoffed and looked at Kris. “What did you do?”
Kris once more looked incredibly guilty, opening their mouth and then promptly closing it. The dark look that overcame them made Noelle internally wince, feeling more than a little guilty.
So, she cleared her throat. “The pair of us bit off more than we could chew in the Dark World and didn’t have the best of times. It wasn’t a bad time but it was a lot for me to handle with everything else going on in my life, you know?”
Catti looked at Noelle once again. “Tasque?”
Noelle sighed. “Yeah…”
“Consent Matrix?” Catti then followed up, getting a knowing little smile.
“Yep,” Noelle answered. “It sounded legit and…”
“Don’t trust AI,” Catti interjected, lifting a hand to silence Noelle. She moved towards the bed and plopped down upon the edge of it. “Especially with consent.”
Yet, that was all that she said about the matter as she instead took her time examining both of them. There was an analytical quality to Catti, in this moment, something deep inside which was taking the reins and controlling this encounter. It almost felt like that dark little look that Kris sometimes got when they slipped into their domineering character. Yet, this was somehow more mature, refined, and practiced in nature. She was clearly seasoned in this art, adopting the role well.
“Strip,” Catti dictated. “Both of you.”
Kris grinned and reached for the hem of their dress, lifting it over their head. Their slender body was mostly naked with only an adorable pair of panties lingering underneath. These were stripped, black and white, with a petite bulge in the crotch of them. It looked like a tempting treat with an adorable ribbon affixed to the waistband of them, making it look like a wrapped present just waiting to be opened.
Aside from that, they were utterly topless, obviously not seeing the need to wear a bra with their current attire.
“Cute,” Catti said, glancing down at Kris’ chest. She scoffed and shook her head at the sight. “No nipple piercings?”
“Hey, I just got my septum done,” Kris said, flicking this new piercing. “I have priorities.”
Noelle giggled. “And they’re too much of a baby to get them done anyways.”
“It’ll hurt like a motherfucker,” Kris whined, groping at their chest. “Do you have any idea how sensitive these things are on estrogen?”
Catti lifted a brow, looking down at her own chest before glancing up in order to look them in the eye. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
Noelle realized that she was still fully dressed so she started to take after her partner’s lead, starting with her sweater as she pulled it off over her head. Underneath was a simple bra. More importantly, however, it also revealed the various welts which Susie had left upon her throat.
“Susie?” Catti asked.
Noelle nodded as she touched one of them, feeling how sore it was.
“I’m impressed,” Catti commented, unable to conceal her smile. “Doesn’t seem the type.”
“You’d be surprised,” Kris teased. “She does worse to me.”
Catti lifted a brow and looked at them. “Easy to hurt.”
“Fair enough,” Kris commented.
Noelle continued with her attire, reaching for her skirt and pulling it down as well. Much like Kris, she wore a simple pair of panties though hers were a soft blue in colour, having no cute accessories to them. They were just a simple piece of attire, nothing more and nothing less than that.
Finally, she reached behind herself and fiddled with her bra, popping it open and casting it aside. She couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as her breasts finally came free, succumbing to gravity. Just like that, her and Kris were in a similar state of undress.
Catti looked from one of them and towards the other, seeming more amused than anything else. She hummed and hawed as she blew a puff of air into her cheek. Her face was impossible to read, just this perfect mask of a poker face sliding into place.
In the end, she cleared her throat. “Posture rigid. Hands at sides. Inspection.”
Kris obeyed immediately, going rigid and resting their wrists against their sides. It took Noelle only a moment longer in order to mimic their posture, looking straight ahead as if this was some sort of army drill instructor barking orders at her.
Catti got to her feet, going over to Kris. “Ensure quality.”
First, she rested a hand against their chin. “Open.” An order which Kris eagerly obeyed, opening their mouth and allowing her to peer inside. “Teeth good.” Then she moved her hand forwards and slipped a finger into their maw. “Warm.” And then that finger went deeper. “Tongue soft.” And deeper still. So deep in fact that Kris shuddered as their eyes grew wide. “Gag suppressed.”
Her finger came out and she instead moved her hand down their body, focusing on their breasts. She squeezed one of them and hummed. “Small. Soft.” Then she pinched the nipple between her fingers, making Kris gasp as she rolled it between them. “Still sensitive.”
The gesture seemed so dehumanizing, robotic, maybe even bureaucratic in nature. Yet, that was the fun of it, being reduced to such a state. It made Noelle’s heart beat just a little faster and it seemed to have a similar reaction to Kris as she noticed that their panties had started to tent outward with something hardening underneath.
This was Catti’s next goal as she reached into them and cupped what was inside, feeling it in the palm of her hand. “Small. Questionable usage.” She hummed. “Leaky. May require chastity.”
Kris shivered. “You wouldn’t.”
“Silence during inspection,” Catti dictated.
She withdrew her hand from Kris’ panties and instead walked around behind them, taking a knee next to their hindquarters. This time, she grabbed their panties and started to pull them down, exposing their ass to her.
“Sizeable,” Catti commented as she reached out and spread their cheeks. “Little loose.”
“Hey!” Kris barked.
Catti replied by striking their backside, clapping her hand down against their cheek. The blow was just hard enough to reverberate and echo throughout the space. This seemed to shut Kris right up as they yelped, flushing with shame.
“Require large toys,” Catti commented. “Eight inches. Minimum.”
She got back up and made her way over to a table set up in the room, grabbing a sharpie from it. It took Noelle a second to realize what this was meant for as she popped it open and came back over to Kris.
“C+,” she stated, writing that down on their forehead. “Damaged goods.”
Kris was stunned silent as a generous dusting of red coloured their cheeks. It was rare to see them in such a state, their brain having clearly logged out due to being far too flabbergasted to speak.
She then held the base of the sharpie against their lips. “Hold this.”
Kris obeyed and bit down upon the pen, holding it. They didn’t complain and just looked so wonderfully indignant about this development.
Catti then made her way over to Noelle, standing in front of her. It felt like her demeanour had barely shifted during this encounter. Yet, she was still so much more intimidating in nature, having this air of authority that was hard to deny.
First, she rested a hand against Noelle’s chin, cupping it. “Coat soft. Good hair. Pretty.” Her eyes were lost within Noelle’s own for a moment, seeming to peer right into her very soul. “Open.”
Noelle flushed but obeyed, opening her mouth. Her blush intensified as she noticed that Catti was peering inside. It was such a strange response, to feel so horny at having someone look into her mouth. Yet, it was the power of Catti that was so attractive. The fact that she felt so utterly in control that she could request something this odd and still be obeyed without question.
The request made Noelle feel lowly, like she was a product, an object, something that was meant to be consumed and not respected.
Catti hummed. “Teeth good.” She then reached inside, pressing one of her digits into Noelle’s mouth. The texture felt fuzzy as she reached inside, tracing a finger along Noelle’s tongue. “Warm… soft tongue.” Then just like she had done with Kris, she pushed it even deeper into place. Unlike with Kris, however, Noelle gagged, sputtering against this digit. A reaction which made Catti’s gaze narrow. “Responsive reflex.”
She didn’t comment further as she pulled her finger out. Though she didn’t need to, the icy look was doing the job fine enough.
Noelle was already failing this little exam.
Catti shifted her attention downwards, just like she had with Kris, reaching out and gripping one of Noelle’s breasts. She was rough with it, digging her fingers into the flesh as she fondled it, weighing it within the palm of her hand.
“Good sized breasts,” Catti stated, looking a little more pleased by this development. “Soft… fun.” Then she took the nipple between her fingers, tweaking it like the knob on a radio. The pressure was just enough to make Noelle shiver. “Sensitive. Good tits.”
Her hand then trailed further down, moving past Noelle’s belly and towards what lingered inside of her panties. It took a lot not to gasp or shiver as her fingers slipped down the front of them with two digits tracing along the length of her soaking wet lips.
“Wet,” Catti commented, “Warm.” Carefully she started to push a single finger inside, pressing it in all the way to the knuckle. “Still tight.” Another finger brushed firmly against Noelle’s clit, making her tense, finally gasping at this potent contact. “Sensitive.” She hummed to herself, pondering this fresh information. “Seven-inch toys. Maximum.”
She yanked her hand out of Noelle’s panties, holding her fingers up so that Noelle could see them.
Noelle couldn’t help but blush as she noticed that there was now a wetness dampening Catti’s fur, clinging to it in a singular thick strand of lust. Yet, she didn’t comment as Catti instead moved around to a spot behind her, slipping out of sight as she took a knee next to her rump.
“Little flat,” Catti commented.
“Hey!” Noelle yelped.
Catti scoffed and slapped her across the cheek, clapping her hand down roughly. The blow echoed, sending an intense burst of warmth deep into her muscles. It was enough to make Noelle shut up, clamping her lips shut.
“Takes after Dreemurr,” Catti murmured.
Even without seeing her, Noelle could feel her gaze focus upon Kris at that comment. Something which Kris obviously felt as well as their cheeks warmed and they threw a sideways glare in Noelle’s direction.
“I’ll remedy,” Catti continued.
She then took hold of Noelle’s flanks and spread them, exposing her other hole. The cool air of the room brushed against Noelle’s anus, making her shiver. It honestly made her oddly exposed. There was just something different about this orifice which made her feel anxious about all of this.
Catti hummed behind her, tapping a finger against her rump, again and again. That finger shifted, the tip of it resting against her hole, pressing against it. It felt like a warning, a promise of what she could do from this angle.
Noelle whined but kept her lips shut, letting Catti continue with her examination.
“Tight,” Catti commented. “Too tight. Need to loosen.”
She drew back and got back to her feet, moving around Noelle and standing in front of her. The look in her eye was mischievous as she reached over and plucked the sharpie out of Kris’ mouth, popping open the cap once again.
“C,” she finally said, scribbling the letter on Noelle’s forehead. “Needs improvement.”
“C!” Noelle yelped.
Catti’s gaze narrowed and she instead reached up, adding something else to her penmanship. “Minus.”
She then drew away and returned the sharpie to her table. Without delay, she redirected her path to the wall of toys, tools, and trinkets, looking through what she had on display. After a few moments of silent inspection, she selected a couple bundles of hemp rope.
“A game,” Catti said, moving towards the bed. “Should be fun.”
“What kind of game?” Noelle asked.
Kris hissed. “Noelle.”
Right, don’t speak out of turn.
If Catti minded, it was impossible to tell. Her expression remained as neutral and impossible to read as ever.
Instead, Catti clambered onto the bed, shuffling over to a space at the foot of it. There was a supporting bar directly above her, looking incredibly sturdy, more than capable of handling Noelle or Kris’ weight. Hell, it probably could’ve supported both of them at the same time if that were really necessary.
“Both of you,” Catti dictated, tapping the bar. “Over here. Hands up.”
Noelle came over and so did Kris, each of them standing side by side. She glanced over and saw the pleased little smirk that coloured Kris’ lips. They obediently lifted their hands above their head, placing their wrists together. Noelle decided to mimic them, lifting her hands as well.
Catti started with Kris’ hands, tying a knot around their wrists and securely cinching them together before binding them to the supporting crossbar. Just like with the shibari, she ensured that there were no binds applied directly to the arteries contained within.
“Simple safeword,” Catti dictated. “Red, yellow, green. Which colour?”
Kris nodded. “Green.”
Noelle smirked and looked at Catti. “Green.”
Catti slid over and started to bind Noelle’s wrists as well, being careful as she did so. The bondage was tight, secure, and more than capable of restraining both of Noelle’s hands. This wouldn’t be the type of bondage that she could fight against. All she could really do was squirm, being utterly at Catti’s mercy in this moment.
“If mouths occupied,” Catti continued. “Stomp twice. Test.”
Kris did so and Noelle followed behind, clopping her foot down twice upon the floor.
This seemed to please Catti who nodded and got off of the bed, moving around and standing directly behind them. She didn’t move. At least not right away. Instead, she took in the view, appraising the two trussed up cuties in front of her.
She approached Kris first, embracing them from behind.
“Missed this,” Catti teased.
Kris chuckled. “Me too.”
“Fun to hurt,” Catti commented, lifting a paw away from their body and extending her claws instead. “Your whimpers are cute.”
Kris sucked in a breath, tensing as those claws poked into their flesh. A frantic gasp escaped them as Catti took her time in dragging her digits across their skin, leaving a series of pale white lines behind. They didn’t seem to be deep enough to draw blood but they came awfully close.
Catti looked at Noelle. “Story.”
“You got one?” Noelle asked.
Catti nodded. “Kris came hard. One time. And cried.”
“Holy shit,” Noelle replied.
Kris chuckled. The notes were tainted by just the barest amount of legitimate pain. “Come on, little doe, does it really surprise you that I’m a little bit of a masochist?” They scoffed. “Or that Catti is one hell of a sadist.”
That would be the only comment they would have the privilege of making as Catti started to rack her claws across their belly. The pressure was enough to indent, once more leaving those thin white lines behind upon their flesh. Only, just as she neared their ribs, she really dug in, extending her lines just a little more.
These lines also started a pale white but soon the barest amount of red came bubbling forth from the wounds, staining Kris’ tanned flesh. It was enough to make Kris hiss, their eyes growing wide, panicked, prey-like in nature.
“Whoops,” Catti murmured.
Yet, her tone betrayed that there wasn’t a mistake. The mischievous twinkle in the fringes of her gaze told Noelle that she had done this on purpose.
“Bitch,” Kris grumbled.
Catti drew back, putting a little space between them. She lashed out and clapped her paw against their backside. The blow wasn’t too sharp, barely even a clap of fuzzy fur against smooth flesh. Yet, that wasn’t the point. The point was power, displaying that she could do this to Kris while they just had to stand there and take it.
Catti then made her way over to Noelle, embracing her from behind, just like she’d done with Kris. Her body felt so warm against Noelle’s as she kissed the skin upon the back of her neck. One hand went up to her breasts, kneading into it. The other dipped lower, brushing against that organ which had somehow only achieved Noelle a barely passing grade.
“Warm,” Catti murmured.
Just as the paw reached Noelle’s belly, Catti paused. Her claws extended, gently pressing down upon her coat. The gesture made Noelle suck in a breath, trying her best to get away from those potentially harmful little digits.
Yet, this only made Catti chuckle, letting out a dark little note of genuinely cruel mirth.
“Jumpy,” Catti commented, retracting her claws in order to condescendingly pat Noelle’s soft belly. “Like that.”
She didn’t linger for long, however, as she soon pulled away from Noelle and moved over to the wall of torments. Her attention brought her to the section which seemed to be dedicated to impact play, taking in the view of the dozen or so items which were meant for beating someone.
Catti hummed and hawed as she glanced between these objects and the two people trussed up behind her. Yet, Noelle knew that Catti wasn’t really the humming and hawing type. This was simply yet another piece of the performance, a part of the game, drawing out the moment that much longer and allowing the anticipation to build and truly fester.
In the end, she selected what seemed to be a pretty sizeable flog with a gnarled handle with many strands of thin leather coming forth from it. With it in hand, she once more came back over, taking up position behind Noelle and Kris.
“Demonstration,” Catti said.
She drew back and lashed out, slapping the various strands of leather across Kris’ back. It didn’t sound like it hurt, being kind of muted compared to a crop, hairbrush, or even the palm of a monster’s hand. Yet, Kris jerked forwards, gasping at the intensity of it.
“Fuck,” Kris whispered. “You’ve definitely worked on your core strength, huh?”
Catti scoffed and moved over to Noelle. “Job requirement.”
She then wound back and repeated the motion, this time sending the flog crashing down upon Noelle’s hide. It snapped against her coat, sounding just as modest as it had with Kris.
Yet, that muted sound was a lie, hiding away the true extent of this tool’s potent strength. The pain that ruptured forth was more than a mere bite, coming across as something far greater in nature. Her entire backside was warmed under the abuse, aching against the many invisible little welts which had been left behind. It wasn’t as focused as a crop, or palm, or even a brush, but the sheer area it covered ensured that it was equally as intense, if not more so.
Catti took up a position between them, gripping the leather strands and tugging them, ensuring that a sharp crack echoed throughout the space. “Understand?”
The sound made Noelle tense.
“Y-yeah,” Kris replied, glancing at Noelle and flashing a smile. Though their attention was clearly on Catti as they spoke. “You can make it hurt like a motherfucker if you want to.”
Noelle nodded in agreement. “How many lashes are we getting?”
“The game,” Catti dictated, looming behind them. “Ten each.”
“Ten!” Noelle yelped.
“Can tap out. Left over lashes…” Catti scoffed. “Goes to the other.”
“That’s evil,” Kris teased, unable to keep the awe out of their voice. “Where did you get this idea from?”
Catti snorted. “Saw.”
“The movie?” Noelle yelped.
She didn’t need to see Catti’s face in order to feel the cruel smile that came from her.
“Who’s first?” Catti asked.
Kris looked at Noelle and Noelle looked back at them, each apprehensive about who would be the first to go. If Noelle understood the rules correctly then it would be the second person who could potentially receive more lashes.
“You go first,” Kris said, winking at her. “I’m tough.”
Catti chuckled at that.
“It’s true!” Kris snapped, flushing as they attempted to glare at her.
“Sure thing,” Catti teased, unable to hide her amusement. “Very honourable, Dreemurr. But you first.”
Catti took position behind them. A moment went by, enough time for a flash of worry to cross Kris’ face. Then she lashed out, sending the flog lashing out across their back. It clapped against their skin, sounding like quite a heavy thud as it landed.
The note that escaped Kris’ lips sounded tormented, pained. Yet, it was still a modest yelp, an accent, a little flavour to betray their building torment.
The flog then clapped a second time and a third for good measure, each thwack sounding heavy as it impacted against Kris’ skin. Like they promised, they were tough, taking all three of these blows with little more than a few pronounced yelps and a little bit of pitiful whimpering.
It seemed that they were enjoying it as their cock had also hardened, standing tall and proud in the middle of the room. A bead of something thin and translucent leaked from the very tip and started to ooze down their shaft.
The fourth lash was the first to rip a genuine scream free as it crashed audibly against their skin.
It was this lash which made Kris jerk forwards. Little tears now glistened within the edges of their gaze. Yet, even through the pain, there was still a pleased little smile that lingered upon their lips. They were adoring this, that much was obvious.
“Tough,” Catti chided, reaching out and running her paw down the length of Kris’ back. “Lovely welts.”
“Joys of having skin,” Kris replied, glancing back at her. “Something something… it’s such a lovely canvas to paint.”
Catti offered a small smile. “It is.”
She drew back, just far enough to lash out again, slapping the fibres down across Kris’ back twice more in quick succession. The impact sounded oddly dulled, yet it was still enough to usher forth a desperate gasp from Kris.
Kris balled their hands into fists, clutching at the rope and digging their fingers into it.
Noelle couldn’t help but notice that another bead of something perverse leaked from the very tip of their cock. It momentarily hung suspended, slowly drawing away from their head. It didn’t take long before gravity caused it to sever completely and fall through the air, landing upon the floor like a droplet of water.
“Come on Catti,” Kris said, the edge of discomfort leaking into their voice. “If you keep babying me, I’ll just take all the lashes away from Noelle. Then you’ll actually have to think of some new material for once and we’d both hate it if you had to do that.”
Catti scoffed and swung yet again, harder, like Kris had asked for. This blow actually had an audible snap as it cracked forcefully against their skin. The blow was just harsh enough to make them scream, ripping a genuine note of agony free from their lips.
“Glutton for punishment,” Catti quipped, dragging the handle of the flog along Kris’ back. She started at their rump and didn’t stop until she was at the back of their neck. At which point, she moved the handle around to the front of their throat, resting it against the underside of their chin. “Always disobedient. Always a brat.” She scoffed and used the handle to boop them on the tip of their nose. “Defective.”
Kris shivered and almost went cross-eyed as they tried to look down at the flog. Yet, the angle was all wrong, making this next to impossible to achieve. Instead, they were just forced to stand there, taking whatever abuse that Catti opted to dish out.
Slowly, she withdrew the flog and once more took position behind Kris, lashing out once more for good measure. The flog impacted with a nice amount of heft, sounding like a fist colliding with a punching bag. It was enough to make Kris cry out, ripping a note of legitimate pain free from them as they bucked forwards instinctively.
“Okay, okay, okay,” Kris whined, whimpering. “Give Noelle the rest.”
Eight…
That had been eight lashes.
Which meant that Noelle was in store for the remaining dozen. That fact made a cool shiver crawl up the length of her spine, causing her to tense as Catti made a show of taking up position behind her. A part of her felt genuine fear, worry permeating throughout her system. Another part felt oddly enticed by this sinful promise, excited even. She wasn’t ignorant of the moisture which now glistened against her lower lips.
Yet, Kris was the tougher of them, being much more of a glutton for punishment. If they could only handle eight, then what chance did she have to endure an additional fifty percent. As she glanced at Kris, she could see the bratty little smirk they now bore as they looked at her.
This was an enby who knew exactly what they had just sentenced her too.
“Eyes forward,” Catti dictated, sounding so sharp.
Noelle obeyed, looking straight ahead at the wall. Yet, this only made her unease grow, adding to the tension which permeated throughout her system.
Catti was now behind her, swinging that flog through the air. It audibly whooshed as it cut through the atmosphere like a knife going through butter.
“You got this babe,” Kris teased.
And then Catti lashed out.
The flog brushed against her hide, feeling like nothing more than a meagre scratch, a tickle of a lash.
“One,” Catti teased.
Kris huffed. “Bullshit! You held back.”
“Never said how hard,” Catti replied, scoffing at them. “Brat.”
Noelle giggled, feeling herself relax. “Oh, come on Catti, I can handle a little more than just…”
WHOOSH!
CRACK!
Noelle’s eyes widened as fresh tears now glistened at the edge of her eyes. The sound of impact was promptly eclipsed by the eruption of a harsh and unrelenting yelp which escaped her lips. It was a proper roar, almost feral in its quality.
The pain wasn’t too harsh, more surprising than anything. Noelle was used to crops and spankings where all of the energy was channeled into a singular mark. This however was more uniform, a whole lot of force spread across her entire back. No individual thread was too much but together they packed quite the punch. She could feel her entire coat glow with a tender warmth.
Catti chuckled. “Surprise.”
Noelle whined and shuffled in her position, reinforcing herself. “Give me another.”
She didn’t need to see Catti to feel the nod that the other woman gave her. Instead, she kept her ear open, hearing the flog glide through the air, slowly building up momentum as it arched through it again and again. Until finally…
The threads snapped out and cracked against her skin. This time she was ready for it, merely whimpering as they smacked against her flesh. Her whole backside was glowing, she knew as much, yet she managed to stop herself from surrendering another scream. She didn’t want to give Catti the satisfaction of hearing her yelp.
“You can pass them back to me if you need too, babe,” Kris said.
Was that worry in their voice?
Noelle shook her head. “I can do this. It isn’t too bad. The first one just caught me off guard is all.”
“Remember,” Catti stated. “Traffic light.”
“Traffic light,” Noelle repeated, nodding to herself. “I can remember that.”
Catti lashed out with the flog again, this time aiming for her rump. It landed with a series of little claps, each fibre snapping against her flesh. Now that she wasn’t in shock, Noelle could appreciate the small details, the harsh heat borne from these tiny micro impacts. Together they offered a tantalizing warmth, unifying into a pleasurable amount of pain.
Noelle’s back arched and she gripped the rope, feeling her mind balancing on some sinful precipice. She couldn’t deny the warmth that lingered between her legs, nor could she deny how hot and flustered this was making her.
She knew that she was a masochist but this felt like a step above, graduating from one grade of torment and into the next.
“Holy shit,” Kris whispered. “I think she’s more of a painslut than me.”
Catti scoffed. “Wild.”
She lashed out again and again, smacking the flog into Noelle’s back over and over. Each rhythmic thud felt so divine, toying with Noelle’s poor little prey brain and sending her further into the depths of submission. She couldn’t help but get lost to the sensation, one lash feeding almost seamlessly into the next.
Who knew pain could be this pleasurable.
Each blow landed almost divinely, offering that tantalizing bite of torment which mingled with her euphoria. The warmth in her back paired with an explosion of pleasure between her thighs, making her sex glisten with a latent arousal. Her mind started to fray, her world narrowing in upon a singular note of submissive bliss.
It was hard to keep track of the number of blows as it seemed, that just as one subsided, the next was there to remind her of her place. It was a drumbeat, supporting her voice as she cried out, gasping and groaning. Yet, even she could pick up on the lustful notes which seemed to fade in and out, turning her pain into something more akin to a moan.
And this continued until…
Until no more lashes came at all.
“Huh?” Noelle asked, almost sounding drunk. “Why did you stop?”
“Twenty,” Catti said, sounding almost impressed. “Good job.”
Noelle had taken the remaining twelve?
As she looked over, she could see the pleased little smile that Kris bore.
“Good little doe,” Kris said, blowing her a kiss. “Proud of you.”
Catti moved around to the bed and clambered upon it, scooching over to a position in front of them. She smiled at Noelle and reached for the rope, carefully undoing it. It didn’t take her long to get it sorted, managing to undo her knots quickly enough.
Noelle drew her hands down once she was able, looking at her wrists. There wasn’t so much as an aggravated ring around them, no signs of the bondage having left any temporary imprints. She took a step back and looked at Kris’ back, whistling as she did so.
Their flesh was pretty much a canvas at this point, a crisscrossing pattern of aggravated red lines. Eight lashes hadn’t seemed like a lot but it was still enough to almost paint them a different hue.
Noelle noticed a mirror off to the side and decided to wander over, turning away from it so she could take a look at her own back. Much like Kris, her coat was a canvas that had also been tinted red. Yet, hers was more muted, obscured by the fur which covered her skin. Still, the fact that it bled through at all was an impressive feat of both endurance and Catti’s strength with her tools.
The sight of it was enough to make Noelle shiver, sending a pleasured tingle ebbing throughout her body. There was some pride there, a genuine sense of achievement for being able to endure so many blows with a stiff upper lip.
There was also a pronounced lust, a horny little thought clouding her judgement. There was something nice about being ruined for someone else’s amusement.
“Looking good babe,” Kris teased.
They were now free, rubbing at their wrists.
Catti smirked at the display. “I’m an artist.” She looked between them, obviously taking in the view before focusing her attention on Kris. “Now what?”
Kris chuckled. “I’m sure that you could think of something.”
Catti got up from her bed and looked at her instruments of torment and pleasure, taking her time observing them. Before she selected one, however, she instead turned to face Noelle and winked at her as she instead reached for the hem of her skirt.
With a coy smile, she lifted it, exposing what was underneath. It was a simple pair of pink panties that were tented slightly outwards with a wet spot nestled against this sinful bulge. This seemed like a sizeable organ though Noelle’s only real light world comparison was Kris and Berdly. Compared to these, this was a little larger.
Noelle flushed. “Do you want me to…”
Catti nodded. “You front, Kris back.”
“Wow, picking favourites,” Kris grumbled.
Catti scoffed. “Yes.”
Noelle came over and settled onto her knees in front of Catti, being close to that bulge nestled underneath.
Catti didn’t take immediate advantage of this as she instead briefly dipped to the side and grabbed a couple of items. These included what seemed to be two Velcro cuffs and her cell phone. She offered one of the cuffs to Noelle who happily took it.
“Bicep,” Catti instructed.
“What is it?” Noelle asked, doing as she was told and pulling it tight around her bicep. It was mostly flexible except for one hardened plastic mechanism contained inside that seemed to have metal bumps protruding from it. “Kind of feels like one of those things you’d put a cellphone in while running.”
Catti snorted. “Not quite.”
She nodded to Kris who came over, falling to their knees behind her. It seemed that any reservations had faded away, being replaced with a knowing smile. They took the Velcro from her as well and wound it around their bicep.
“Do we let her know?” Kris asked.
Catti hummed. “Noelle?”
Noelle perked up. “Yes.”
“Okay with…” Catti held up her phone. “Painful surprises.”
Painful…
The threat made a sinful voice flare up in the back of Noelle’s mind, making her rub her thighs together in anticipation. She bit her lip and nodded, very much liking the sound of whatever painful was supposed to be.
She couldn’t recall when she’d become such a masochist but she couldn’t deny how enticing that promise sounded either.
“May I touch myself?” Noelle asked.
Catti looked down at her and nodded.
Noelle reached for her lower lips, brushing two fingers firmly against her folds. A faint moan escaped her as she did so. Her fingers were a poor substitution for literally anything else but they got the job done, helping to feed that fire inside of her breast.
Catti held up her phone and scrolled through it. “Demonstration?”
Noelle nodded, eager to see what was about to unfold.
Catti merely smirked at her eagerness. She hovered her finger above the screen, clearly ready to activate some sort of app. Yet, Noelle still couldn’t figure out what the fuck that app was going to do.
Noelle would find out soon enough, however, as Catti pressed the button. The armband immediately shot a sharp electrical charge right into her arm. It was enough to make her tense, yelping. Yet, this was more out of surprise than actual pain. The bolt had been sharp, jerking her awake more than anything else.
“Holy shit,” Noelle whispered.
Catti snickered. “Shock collars unsafe. Best alternative.” She reached down and lifted her skirt once again, exposing herself fully. “Get to work.”
Noelle nodded and reached up, grasping the waistband of Catti’s panties and tugging them down along her legs. As she did so, her friend’s erection sprung forth, offering an intrigue item to play with.
Catti’s dick was utterly foreign to anything that Noelle had ever had the privilege of fucking in the past. She had foolishly assumed it would be similar to Tasque’s but this was more organic, imperfect, and maybe even intimidating. The shaft itself was comparable to Kris’ though a little thicker and longer. Yet, along it was a series of barbs which extended all the way from the base to a speared head where a ring of smaller barbs circled around it.
This almost seemed like a weapon.
Yet, Noelle couldn’t delay for long as she noticed that Catti’s finger had started to stray back towards the button on her phone. Yet, before she pressed it, Noelle caught sight of Kris spreading her cheeks and smashing their face between them.
Something which Catti clearly appreciated as she let out a pent-up little moan, allowing her finger to drift away from the screen.
Noelle took her shaft into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it. The barbs were rough, feeling especially coarse against her tongue. Yet, it wasn’t too bad, just so utterly alien in nature. She knew her initial motions were halting and explorative, trying to take in this strange anatomy. Yet Catti didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
If anything, she approved of this, letting out a bit more guttural of a moan as she rested a hand on the back of Noelle’s head. She even tossed her skirt over Noelle’s antlers, hooking it upon them.
“Good pets,” Catti murmured.
The sounds of sex soon filled the air, coming forth from a band’s worth of crude instruments. There was the melody of moans and panting, the rapid squelches of frantic oral, and the energetic slurps of rapid tongue work as the duo tried their best to please Catti. Each of these notes was soon supported by the heavy crescendo of an electric charge being applied to them without warning.
Noelle gasped, mewing like a pathetic little animal as her body shuddered on its own. The shock had stung, driving a pain directly into her muscles. It made her tense, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up.
She couldn’t help but appreciate how right Catti and Kris had been in their prediction. The electrical charge was something that she adored, the proper degree of pain, the right amount of tormented seasoning to really make her get that much wetter.
Her fingers continued to rub away at her folds, helping to further fuel that fire.
“Can I play with myself?” Kris asked, drawing back and panting for breath.
Catti scoffed. “No.”
“What do you mean no?” Kris yelped. “You let Noelle…”
There was the sound of a sharp zap coming from behind Catti, followed by a sharp intake of breath. It was enough to shut Kris up as they dove back in, without further complaint, doing their best to eat out Catti’s asshole. They were clearly doing a good enough job as Noelle could soon feel Catti’s cock twitch with a thin trickle of salty pre brushing against her tongue.
“I like Noelle,” Catti dictated. “Unlike you.”
Kris lifted a hand in order to extend a finger which earned them yet another sharp shock in response. Clearly it had been the middle one.
Noelle did her best to ignore these two, doing what she could to bob along Catti’s erection with a bit of regularity. She grew used to the strange texture of her friend’s cock, rolling her tongue around it as if it were any other phallus. It tasted strong, bearing a little of the flowery perfume that Catti obviously liked to use.
“Dreemurr,” Catti grumbled. “Find prostate. Or castration.”
Kris tensed and went still for a moment, obviously taking that threat to heart as they concentrated on what they were doing. It seemed that whatever they were trying wasn’t good enough for Catti, however, as soon another audible shock punctuated the air.
However, this one was shared, jabbing that sharp pain into Noelle’s muscles as well. It was pronounced but quick, rapidly shorting out through Noelle’s entire body. Still, she had stiffened and nearly bitten Catti by accident.
This didn’t seem to deter Catti, however, as she reached up and gripped onto Noelle’s antlers, using one of them for leverage. She pulled Noelle down her cock, taking control and getting a little rougher with her. This was obviously a woman on a mission, delving deeper and deeper with each successive stride. She treated Noelle like a mere fleshlight, a toy that wasn’t worthy of anything approaching dignity.
A reality which only made Noelle get even wetter with anticipation. Her fingers had no issue slipping inside, hammering into her sopping cunt. Angel, she was absolutely soaked at this point, drenching her digits in her lust.
“Close,” Catti breathed. “Little more.”
Noelle didn’t need to be told otherwise as she pressed further still, bobbing even quicker than before. She didn’t tarry, throwing her all into this as she constantly circled her tongue around. Her saliva and Catti’s pre were an enticing form of lubricant, allowing her to push ahead with reckless disregard for any natural limits.
Catti’s grip tensed, enticing Noelle along at her own pace. She was clearly losing herself to the sauce as well. She even tossed her phone aside where it landed with an audible thud upon the mattress.
“Little,” Catti grumbled, letting out what could only be described as a growling moan. “More.”
A few seconds, a couple moments at most. That was all it took for Catti to succumb to the raw temptations of her bliss. She promptly plunged into the waters of orgasmic glee, bucking her hips forcefully into Noelle’s mouth.
She plunged inside, all the way to base, and lingered there. It took a lot for Noelle to stifle her reflexes as she balled her hands into fists. Yet, she endured as Catti’s cock twitched and a thin rope ruptured forth, plastering the back of Noelle’s throat.
A part of Noelle wished that she’d been allowed to sample this taboo treat though a far more confident voice was just happy that she’d been able to help Catti get to this point in the first place.
That one rope was the only gift that she would receive, however, as Catti started to draw back, soon enough.
The heat in Noelle’s core had grown, taking up a holding pattern far away from the brink. Yet, she continued to pump her fingers into her cunt, savouring the sensation and the sounds of crude squelching. A part of her wanted to reach the brink but she knew that this would be impossible, considering her current circumstances.
Catti finally let go of her antlers and allowed her to draw back. An offer which Noelle gladly took, wolfing down breath. A few thin strands of arousal linked her to Catti, forming a crude, yet fleeting, web of depravity.
At the same time, Kris also drew back, panting for breath.
“Good,” Catti murmured. “Passable performance.”
“Passable?” Kris asked, scoffing. “Your standards are too high.”
Catti snorted. “No… they aren’t.”
She moved towards the bed and clambered upon it, scooping up her phone.
“Guess we’re done,” Catti commented.
Noelle’s eyes widened. “But I didn’t cum yet!”
“Correct,” Catti stated, seeming amused as she scrolled through her device. She took a moment to peek away from it and at Noelle. “Problem?”
“I… I… I got so close!” Noelle whined.
Catti cocked a brow and nodded, looking so utterly disinterested about this information.
“And I’d like to cum?” Noelle tried.
Catti cocked a brow and then nodded towards Kris. “Take care of her.”
“And if I don’t?” Kris asked.
Noelle whined. “Kris!”
The answer came soon enough however as Catti pressed a button on her phone, causing Kris’ armband to beep before promptly shocking them.
“Okay, okay,” Kris hissed, frantically shaking their arm as they glared at her. “I get your fucking point. Stop doing that.”
They got up and nodded towards the bed, silently relaying a command to Noelle. It would seem they were also extremely horny, their cock still tall and proud with the foreskin pulled back just a little. A bead of something thin dripped from the very tip of it.
Noelle got the memo and snapped to her feet, making her way over to the bed. She laid down on her back which ensured that her pussy was just about level with Kris’ crotch. Her folds were still soaking wet, draining along her fur and darkening it.
As the two of them got ready, Catti placed her phone down and instead reached into her bedside table, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
“Catti,” Noelle whined. “You can’t smoke.”
Catti cocked a brow. “Colour?”
Noelle thought about it for a moment and bit her lip. “Green.”
Catti nodded and snapped open the pack, plucking out a cigarette and placing it between her lips.
“At least get an ashtray,” Noelle hissed.
Catti smirked. “Got one.”
Noelle was about to ask what that was supposed to mean until she noticed that Catti’s gaze lingered upon Kris. The edges of her lips curled upwards in a cruel little smile.
“Unless Dreemurr complains,” Catti added.
Kris scoffed. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
They lined themselves up with Noelle, bracing their hands on either side of her body. Their cock throbbed as they smacked it down against her cunt, grinding against her soaking wet lips. Back and forth, back and forth, spreading her slickness along their shaft.
The anticipation was building, Noelle’s desires growing along with them.
“I want a show,” Catti commented, holding up her phone. “Don’t rush.”
She grabbed a lighter and lit the tip of her cigarette, drawing in a breath and causing the tip to glow a vibrant orange. As she exhaled, an acrid smelling smoke soon filled the air, making Noelle’s nose curl in disgust.
Catti blew this smoke out, allowing the tip of her cigarette to smoulder, still glowing that ever present orange.
Kris finally aligned the tip of their cock with Noelle’s hole, pushing forwards, nice and slow. Their initial penetration was halting, slow, and cautious as they pressed inside. Not that it was strictly necessary. After all, Noelle had taken this cock a hundred times before and she was still absolutely soaked, coating both of their anatomy in her lust.
Yet, she also didn’t mind them being tender with her, it was nice after all they had been through this session.
Slowly, Kris started to buck their hips, pumping forwards. Inch by inch, they pressed deeper into her, their slick organ brushing against Noelle’s inner walls. The sensation was euphoric, pleasant, a nice tingling sensation which lit up the back of her mind.
“Slow down,” Catti instructed.
Kris grunted and went slower, digging their fingers into Noelle as they did so. Their gaze was lingering upon Catti, and Noelle followed it, seeing that her friend had the shock bracelet’s app open, smiling as she hovered her finger over the screen. It was obvious that she saw the anxiety in the two of them, revelling in it.
Catti took another pull from her cigarette, making several inches glow. She then held up the smoke and looked at Kris. “Head down.”
Kris nodded and dipped forwards, hanging their head above Noelle. They continued to thrust into her, smiling as they did so. Catti reached over top of them and tapped out the cigarette, causing the grey ash to sprinkle down and scatter across the back of their neck.
“Good human,” Catti teased. “Faster.”
Kris sighed in relief and did as they were told, bucking a bit more forcefully into Noelle, pumping into her long and deep. It wasn’t long before their hips clapped roughly against her pelvis, smacking into it again and again.
The sensation was divine as Noelle could feel the fire in her gullet continue to grow. Every passing moment, each additional second was enough to feed that fire, increasing the pressure and her desire to cum.
Noelle bit her lip and looked at Catti. “Am I allowed to…”
“Nope,” Catti said, arching her smoke through the air. “Finish cigarette.”
Noelle whined, doing what little that she could to starve off her desires. Yet, it was like trying to douse a house fire with a thimble of water, hopeless by every definition of the word.
It seemed that Kris wasn’t in much better shape, their brow creased as they continued to thrust into her. They tried to keep their pace regular, plapping away at her hole again and again. Their actions almost felt robotic, controlled, as if deviating from them would displease Catti.
Catti watched them intently as she took another pull and let it out slowly.
“Can I have a drag?” Kris asked.
Catti cocked a brow and nodded, offering it to Kris.
Kris took it and allowed themself a drag, inhaling a good amount before offering it back to Catti. They then let it out in a cloud of ashen grey smoke. A feeble cough ruptured forth from them, wheezing out through the carcinogens.
“You smoke?” Catti asked.
This was news to Noelle as well.
Kris grinned. “Nope, I just wanted to help you finish your cigarette faster.”
Catti scoffed and opened her phone, going back over to that sinister app. She pressed the button and Kris tensed as a static spark soon punctuated the air. It was sharp enough to make Kris’ body shudder as they let out a pained yelp.
“Yeah,” Kris whimpered, stopping their thrusting, for a moment, in order to rub at their arm. “I deserved that.”
Their tempo resumed soon enough, methodically pumping against Noelle’s folds with all of their prior vigour.
Noelle had no idea if she could go on much longer, already feeling that inferno broiling away, just begging for an excuse to spill over and make this moment all the better. Her eyes were dilated and breathing haggard, coming forth in little puffs of exertion.
“Catti please,” she whined.
Catti cocked a brow. “What?”
“Don’t punish me for Kris’ mistakes,” Noelle groaned, digging her fingers into the sheets. “Please let me cum.”
“Wow!” Kris barked, glaring down at her. “Traitor.”
Yet, they didn’t stop pumping away into her, slamming their bodies together again and again. Their breathing came out in shallow puffs, a tense shiver coursing through them as they so obviously balanced upon a knife’s edge.
Catti looked at Noelle and then at Kris, humming to herself. She was pondering this request. Her gaze then moved towards the cigarette before finally settling upon Noelle once again, the edges of her lips curling into a pleasant little smile that was just dripping with dastardly intent.
“Sure,” she finally said before glaring at Kris. “Help her finish. But not you.”
Kris growled. “That’s unfair.”
“I know,” Catti chided. “Don’t care.”
Kris steeled themself and gripped the sheets tightly, drawing their hips back and plunging forwards with reckless disregard. They hammered into Noelle, clapping their hips firmly against her pelvis. Each thrust was brutish, violent, sending tingling bolts of euphoric bliss ebbing throughout Noelle’s entire person.
“Fuck,” Noelle groaned. “F-fuck.”
The sound of sex came forth upon panting breaths with flesh coming together violently with flesh. The smell of it was salty. The taste permeated the air, having a tinge of forbidden acrid smoke. The whole venue was an assault upon the senses, each sensation feeding into Noelle psyche and helping to push her further along.
Kris huffed as they leaned forwards, pistoning their hips into her again and again. “I can’t hold out.”
“You better,” Catti dictated. “Noelle cums. Not you.”
Noelle reached up and wrapped her arms around Kris, holding onto them for dear life. She knew that she was digging her nails into their skin but they didn’t seem to mind. In fact, they seemed to revel in this sensation, getting a twinkle in their eye.
A few more thrusts…
A few more thrusts would be all it would take to finish. The fire inside of her was broiling at a purposeful din, threatening to spill over and corrupt this moment at literally any second.
Plap
Plap
Plap
PLAP!
Both Kris and Noelle cried out at the same time, their voice intermingling into a single unified pleasured note. Noelle came, hard, squeezing Kris tightly as her pussy clenched around them. Her orgasm came forth in sheets, spilling out and splattering against their cock. At the same time, she could feel their own organ twitch and a stream of something warm fill her pussy.
Kris thrusted again, really pushing themself inside. They wanted to prove that she was stuffed at this point, filling her as much as they could with their rich seed.
Their collective pleasure lasted for a few blissfully long moments, each feeding into the next and being slow to subside. A tender energy crawled its way throughout Noelle’s system, radiating outwards. Her entire body felt tender, tingling. There was an electric quality to this moment which left her balancing precariously upon the edge.
“Holy shit,” Kris whispered.
Catti scoffed. “Bad human.”
Yet, she didn’t punish them further than that comment. She instead darkened her phone and placed it aside. With it taken care of, she then thudded back amongst the sheets, tossing her used up cigarette into the trash as she let out one last final contrail of ashen vapour.
She looked like an inviting person to snuggle with, offering both of her arms.
Slowly, Kris drew back, pulling out of Noelle with a nice wet slurp of fluids. Their sudden evacuation left her feeling rather empty, the coolness of the room curling against her soaking wet cunt. She shivered and mewed, trying to will her body into reacting.
Kris clambered onto the bed and occupied Catti’s left arm, cuddling up to her side. Both of them then looked at Noelle, motioning for her to come over as well.
Noelle’s legs were slow to get back into a working state, shaking like a newborn and being unable to support her weight. Yet, when she was able, she pushed herself up, wobbling upon her feet. She sighed as she rolled her shoulders, trying to pop the stiffness out of her joints.
“Cute,” Catti teased.
Noelle playfully stuck out her tongue at the duo. “You two are cute!”
She finally managed to move around to the side of the bed and clamber upon it, crawling over to Catti’s other side. Her arm was inviting, comforting as Noelle settled into place against it.
“You’re soft,” Noelle commented, resting her head upon Catti’s shoulder as she snuggled up against her.
Catti smirked. “So are you.”
Kris rolled over and reached across, brushing their hand against Noelle’s. Noelle looked at it and took it within her own, squeezing it in turn.
“How much do we owe you?” Kris teased, looking at Catti.
Catti scoffed. “Couldn’t afford.”
“Hey, we could totally afford you,” Noelle chided, firmly poking Catti’s boob. “We make good money back in the city.”
Catti smirked. “Discount. Friends and family.”
“Do you often do this with family,” Kris ribbed.
Catti rolled her eyes and made a show of reaching for her phone. Yet, sadly, it was just out of reach, saving Kris from yet another dose of voltage applied directly to their arm.
“Dick,” she finally conceded. Yet, her smile soon returned. “Heading back tomorrow?’
Noelle nodded. “Semester resumes on Monday and Kris can’t afford to miss any classes.”
“Already a billion years behind on all my classwork,” Kris grumbled, shaking their head. “Last thing I need is to get even further behind.”
“Miss you,” Catti commented, working her jaw. “Coming back?”
“Yeah, we’ll be around for summer break,” Noelle said, grinning. “You can’t keep us out of your hair forever.”
Catti snorted. “Damn.”
“So, do you two want to watch anything?” Kris asked.
Catti shrugged. “Anime?”
“Works for me,” Noelle said, leaning over and resting her head against Catti’s boob. “Thanks for having us over by the way.”
“Of course,” Catti said as she stroked Noelle’s arm. “Any time.”
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