| A Purr-fect Halloween 10/27/02 It was late afternoon when she finished carving the pumpkin. Finding a candle, she stuck it down inside of it, carrying it out to the front porch. She went back in, getting the lighter and her tea, putting on a jacket, she went out, lit the pumpkin and curled up on the porch swing. There was a light breeze on the crisp October afternoon. The sun already starting to set, its rays illuminated the brightly colored orange and yellow leaves as it filtered through the trees. The scents and sounds of autumn filled the evening, the smell of burning wood from a chimney somewhere, the flame within the pumpkin lending its subtle scent on the breeze, the sounds of falling leaves crackling gently to the ground. Sometimes she missed living closer to town, to be able to see all of the wild children set free for a night as they stalked the streets searching for treats to feed their insatiable hungers. She remained outside, the swing rocking her gently as she lost herself in memories of happier times. She was drawn from her reverie by a soft meow, and the sounds of children and car doors. A single house down the road, her nearest neighbor, had suddenly come to life as the little boy who resided there ran out in full cowboy ensemble, calling his mother to hurry as they headed off towards town. She smiled to herself as she imagined the hungry little beast growing inside of the child as it dreamt of all of the goodies it could have if only his mom would� �Meow� At the second more insistent meow, she realized there, next to her on the swing, sat a cat. It was a beautiful creature, its fur a golden brown almost as that of lions, free from any markings. It had the most amazing and expressive blue eyes she had ever seen. It stared at her, almost as if looking deep into her soul. She smiled at it and whispered �yes kitty?� It simply meowed again. As her neighbor drove past her house she waved, looking down to the kitty that had now ventured its way into her lap. She stroked its head, scratching its hindquarters just above the tail, smiling when its back arched and it looked at her, a deep throaty rumbling coming from it. �I�m sorry little one�, she told it, carefully setting it to the floor, �but tis time for me to get ready for this nights events.� She walked towards the door, the cat weaving in and out of her feet, and then sitting next to the door waiting for her to open it. She had always wanted a cat, and it appeared this beautiful little creature had chosen her for some reason. She smiles, �alright, you may as well come in, but you will have to go back out when I leave tonight kitty.� Once inside, she got the kitty some left over chicken breast from the refridge and a bowl of water. She turned the stereo on low, listening to Wagner�s Tristan und Isolde, while she lit a few candles. Starting the water running in the bath, she added bubbles and jasmine scented oils. She smiled at the kitty that stared at her so intently with those beautiful eyes. Getting herself a glass of merlot, she went into the bedroom, undressing, then headed into the bathroom. Setting her glass on the sink, she closed the door behind her. Pulling her hair up, clipping it off of her shoulders, grabbing her wine she slipped down into the hot bubbles, laying back, relaxing, and listening to the music. The creak of the bathroom door startled her, sitting up quickly in the tub, but in the candlelight seeing only the kitty, and his soft meow. She lay back again, sinking into the hot water, letting the steam and its scent soothe her. She had thought she shut the door, but then, how could the kitty have entered. Closing her eyes, she wonders if this Halloween party tonight was such a good idea, maybe she should stay home. She grinned to herself; after all, I have someone to take care of now. Lost in the gentle music, her thoughts drifting, she did not seem to notice as her hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them softly, tugging at her own hardening nipples as she felt the soft caresses between her legs. With her eyes closed, she dreamt of the man whose hand she could feel stroking her inner thighs. She imagined she felt his fingers move up slowly, caressing her sex before they gently probed between her nether lips. She purred softly, her legs opening wider for this imaginary man, though she could feel his finger as it entered her, thrusting gently in the hot water. As it caressed her insides, another stroked lightly on the outside, teasing her sensitive spot, drawing deep purrs from her lips. The sensations came faster, moving deeper within her till she found herself climaxing in the bathtub. Her heart pounding, she lay there wondering. Had she fallen asleep? How could a dream have been that real? But she knew she was alone. The only other one in her house was the cat, and she opened her eyes to find him lounging on the edge of the tub staring at her, one paw mischievously dangling down into the bubbles. She shook her head, smiling at the kitty as she rose from the water, her body glistening, beads of water dripping from her as she wrapped a towel around herself. She went into the bedroom, followed by the cat that immediately jumped up on her bed and made itself cozy in the heavy down comforter. She just laughed at him and shook her head. She had a costume picked out and was already to dress. Looking at the clock, she realized she still had a few hours before the party was to start. She sat on the bed next to the cat, stroking his soft fur as he purred, rolling over on his tummy wanting it rubbed as well. He looked so comfortable there. She smiled, shooing him over as she lay down on her bed thinking of taking a small nap, hopefully to revitalize her for the night�s upcoming events. She had small copper and glass wind chimes that hung inside her bedroom window. With the window closed, and no breeze to blow them; she was strangely soothed and comforted by their sounds. Within moments she had fallen asleep, drifting off into her dreams. And there he was waiting for her. A man who emerged from the shadows, coming to sit beside her on the bed. His eyes, such a deep dark blue, mesmerized her. He reached out to gently caress her soft cheek, and then taking her hand, without saying a word, he bound it to the iron bed with braided black silk cords. She started to protest, when again he caressed her cheek to calm her, and then bound her other wrist. He stood, looking down at her, and though she was frightened, his eyes took her fear away. He moved to the lower half of the bed, binding her ankles one at a time, first caressing each foot, kissing each toe before he did. He stood back looking at her for a moment, as if surveying her body before he reached out to touch her quivering lips. One finger upon them, started to slowly drift down her body. It glided over her chin, across her neck and down between her breasts. There it paused for a moment, going one way then the other to playfully circle her stiffening nipples before it kept moving lower. It went over her tummy, slowing on her mound, as he seemed to sense her need and anticipation. Her hips raised slightly as his dreadfully slow finger moved lower, she letting out a silent moan as his fingers brushed across her dampened cleft before entering her. His fingers caressed her insides for just the briefest of moments before withdrawing, turning to her with cheshire grin; he reaches for a lash draped over the headboard. � You are not to make a sound� he said to her, his voice soft and deep, a faint rumbling purr hidden within it. �Do you understand?� She nodded, looking at him, the fear in her eyes growing. �The pain you feel will not last forever, and will be no greater than the pain of living within a world of sadness. You have grown used to that world, I am going to awaken your senses and show you there is much, much more to experience in life than just death. You hold that power in you, I am going to help you release it.� He gave her a gentle smile then, just before striking her with the lash. The stinging pain that sprang from its caress caused her to yelp, faint pink stripes rising on her ivory flesh. She looked at him, her dark eyes full of confusion. He struck her again with the lash, working his way down her body, and then back up the other side. She squirmed in her bonds, the pain in her growing though his lashes were not too harsh. Her eyes filled with tears as he went on, looking at him, they were full of hurt, and she felt betrayed by him. How could he do this to her? How could he look at her with love in his eyes, and bring her pain? The soft pink stripes that covered her filled her with a warm, tingling pain, awakening her senses. She could feel the soft breeze from his movements as it flowed over her. He continued, lashing her breasts, working down her tummy to her mound. The long leather cords of the lash snaking between her trembling legs to lick at her damp cleft. Her whimpers of pain and sorrow slowly began to turn to purrs of need and desire as he continued. For what seemed like hours his lash tormented her, her voluptuous body writhed beneath it, first wanting to escape, and now, as his strokes became lighter, softer, she wanted more. Wanted to feel the leather, returning to her the tingling sensation that bolted through her body, as she grew wetter between her legs. She looked at him as he slowly dragged the cords over her, no longer whipping her, just teasing as they slithered over her cleft, tasting her juices, up her mound, then rising to her breasts where they circled her firm nipples. Looking at him, a pout on her full lips, she purred a hungry �please� to him, and he smiled. The hurt from her dark eyes gone, the betrayal dismissed, only a soft hunger burned within them. He leaned down, gently kissing her eyes, her nose, her lips, a finger slipping in between her nether lips to massage her for a moment, his tongue filling her mouth to dance with hers. Her hips rising from the bed as he filled her with pleasure making her body quiver. But the pleasure only lasted a few seconds before he took his fingers and his tongue away. He released her ankles from the bed, but instead of leaving her free, he bound them together, doing the same then to her wrists. A bit of confusion returned to her eyes, but her excitement unmistakable as he caressed her round, full breasts with his hands, licking the red stripes that lead to her nipples. He brought his lips close to her ear, she could feel his warm breath on her neck as he whispered, �are you ready to continue?� It sent chills through her, but she nodded yes, his hands already helping to turn her over, placing her on hands and knees, her wrists and ankles bound. He moved her long mane off her back and shoulders, pulling it to one side so that she could see what was to happen. He tenderly caressed her cheek, smiling at her with caring eyes, his finger trailed down her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, his hand gently rubbing her tush, then caressing her inner thighs as they urged her to spread her legs apart. His finger moved inside of her, feeling her wet heat as she pressed back against it. He held his hand still, allowing her to move back and forth on his finger, listening to her purrs, as they grew louder. When he felt her nearing the edge, he took his finger away, patting her rear again before he picked up the lash once more. �You are not ready yet to be truly free, you don�t want it bad enough yet� he whispered in her ear, kissing her neck. He brought the lash down onto her back. Immediately the cords left reddened stripes on her pale flesh as the gentle sting filled her senses. He striped her back, shoulders and rump till she looked like a tiger. Her purrs continued to grow louder as he worked his way lower with the lash, she looked at him over her shoulder with dark pleading eyes as she felt his lash strike her rounded cheeks. Her ankles tugging at the binds, trying to free themselves so that she could open wider for him. He would strike her with the lash, sending shivers through her as it nipped at her nether lips, drawing a moan from her mouth; she wanted to feel him inside of her. She needed him inside of her. But he only teased her, letting the leather cords slap against her, then dragging them up over her curves. When she felt she could no longer take his torments, when she was about to frenzy from her desires, he set the lash down. His hands ran along her sides, up her back, stroking her long hair. He caressed her as if she were an animal, making her purr like a kitten. He turned her head, kissing her softly, a hand stroking her buttocks, moving lower between her legs he caressed her nether lips bringing still louder purrs to her lips. She grew near climax when his fingers moved between her cleft, stroking her sensitive spots, one slipping up inside of her gently thrusting in and out. He felt her body beginning to tense and at the last moment he withdrew from her, not touching at all. The fire in her eyes when she turned and snarled at him, half growl, made him smile. Patting her gently on the rump he smiled, �now you are ready� he said as he began removing his clothes. He kept her bound, on her hands and knees as he moved behind her, first caressing her with his fingers, next with his tongue. He placed small kisses along the soft curve of her rump, working his way down between her trembling legs. He rubbed against her smooth hairless nether lips with his nose, feeling their softness, inhaling her scent. He kissed them gently before running his tongue along her cleft; he entered at its beginning, licking at the hardening bud, sucking it softly, and his rough tongue exploring her. His hands massaging her inner thighs, her desire had grown so that his touch brought her to climax quickly. Her sweet nectar flowing from her body, he continued to lap it up, bringing her to yet another climax. He could hear her heart pounding, her purrs softening as he licked up the last of her juices that had spilled over, running down her thighs. Still behind her, he loosened the binds on her ankles, spreading her knees apart as he moved closer to her between them. His swollen member caressed her nether lips, sliding through her wetness as he rubbed it against her. His other hand reaching forward, massaging her breast, gently squeezing her firm nipple before he entered her. He pressed himself against her opening, pressing, pushing himself in slowly, his shaft forcing her open. A gasp from her lips as he entered, her purrs turn to moans as he moved in deeper, then slowly withdrawing, her tight warmth wrapping around him, squeezing his shaft. He begins to thrust faster, deeper and harder, he leans over her, biting at her back and shoulders. Growling to her, her purrs change, growling back at him. A feral passion takes over, two animals mating, he drives himself deeper into her, it feels as though his teeth, sharp teeth, sink into her neck as his hot seed spills out into her, her own shuddering climax milking it from him. They collapsed breathless together; he pulled her into his arms. Her head on his chest, she closed her eyes listening to his heart beating and his soft purrs. That�s when she woke. She woke to a soft gentle purring in her ear. Sitting quickly, startled, she realized it was just the stray when it meowed at her. Its perfect blue eyes looked at her so inquisitively, but as if it knew all the answers before her questions spoken. She glanced over to the bedside table, the numbers on the clock illuminated in the dark. She realized it was almost 11; she was late for the party. She had slept way too long. Wide awake now, memories of the dream she just had filling her mind, and the wetness between her legs haunting her thoughts. She rose out of bed, throwing some clothes on without turning the light on, never noticing the pale red stripes that adorned her body. She grabbed her jacket, and calling the kitty, she decided to take a walk towards the small lake behind her house. Through the pines she walked, the cat staying close to her side. Once at the lake, she leaned against a tree staring out over the water, the stars in the night sky reflected upon its surface. The kitty at her feet, sitting quietly, his soft purr reminding her of the dream she just had. Never in her life had she dreamt of anything like that. Her hand reached up as she gazed into the water, rubbing gently at her neck, feeling small bumps there that, though not painful, made their presence known. She looked up into the sky as a falling star drifted down. She closed her eyes and smiled, �to wish on a falling star� she said softly, talking to the kitty at her feet, feeling his head nudge at her leg. �Do you know what I would wish for kitty? I would wish for,� she pauses for a moment, images of the man, the love in his eyes and the way he made her feel filled her mind, �I would wish for him.� As she leaned there, she imagined she felt his hand running up her thigh, caressing her once again. She felt his warm breath on her neck then and his purr in her ear and he whispered, �why don�t you make your wish then?� She turned quickly, eyes wide finding herself in his arms. �But, who? How?� she looked at him bewildered, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer. �Tis the witching hour, time to make all of your dreams come true, if only you wish them to be. You can set your mind and your heart free; release your spirit from the binds that tie it, from the world that destroys it. Be free, come with me.� He looked at her, eyes so blue, drawing her into them. Her body trembled, remembering his touch, the way he made her feel. �I wish� she said, her voice soft, but unafraid, �I wish to be free.� He kissed her, his tongue licking her lips as he pulled away, moving lower, his hands slipping her jacket from her shoulders. His kisses on her neck, she only felt the ecstasy of his embrace when he found the spot, biting her once again. �Look mommy� the young boy pointed out the car window �there she is, see, she is not missing. I told you she wasn�t gone.� The woman slowed the car, looking out the window as they drove past the deserted house. The young woman who had lived there disappeared without a trace on Halloween. The police had been by several times asking for details on anything her family may have seen or could tell them, but her son insisted that she was still there. She had tried to explain to him that the woman was gone, probably gone forever. And as she looked towards the empty house, the only thing she saw was a pair of cats sitting on the porch swing. A tawny brown one, looking regal like a lion, and curled up beside it was another, a smaller striped tabby. She smiled to herself thinking, the carefree life of a cat was something she could only dream of. � by darkest angell |