| The Hunter and his Kitten 9/8/02 Ever since that fateful picnic she slept, hidden from the sun held in his cold embrace. Together forever they would remain just as they are now, in love and lust, two sides of the same coin, so different and yet the same, complimenting each other perfectly. Her body continued to bring him pleasure, to satisfy all of his physical desires, and her mind would ever fascinate him. Each night as the sun set, she woke in his arms and together they would prowl the night. The fierce Hunter and his Kitten. That night when she woke, kissing him softly, licking his neck to tease, she whispered in his ear. �Let me go alone m�lord, allow me to bring back your dinner for you.� He looked at her with love in his eyes. Even though dead inside, his heart, his passion for her had never changed. �I don�t like the idea of you hunting alone Kitten,� he said, nipping at the soft flesh of her neck. �You know the kind of things that can haunt these woods.� He laughed, remembering back to the night that he was gathering wood, the night that changed both their lives forever. �Please m�lord� she asked softly, seductively, her hand caressing his inner thigh, then moving up to his hardening shaft. She slipped down his body, her hands stroking his shaft. She continued to look up into his eyes, whispering �please� once more, her tongue licking his head. �Please m�lord, I beg of you� she grinned, kissing his sensitive head, then wrapping her lips around it. Sucking him in deeply, her tongue rolling him around in her mouth. She felt his hands twisting in her hair, guiding her lips as she moved up and down his hard shaft. Her tongue teased and delighted him; she pulled his shaft from her mouth, licking it down one side and up they other. Looking into his eyes again, her hand stroking him, she whispered �please� once again. He couldn�t help but smile. At times so docile, he knew there raged a hellcat behind her innocence. �Yes Kitten� he said, guiding her mouth back to his throbbing shaft. She eagerly swallowed his length, the sharp points of her teeth occasionally adding a spike of pain to his pleasure. Soon he was swelling larger in her mouth, gripping her hair tighter he began thrusting into her deeper. When he finally erupted, she swallowed all that he offered, then licking him clean when he was done. Moving back up his body, she kissed his lips. �Thank you� she giggled, jumping up to dress for her hunt. Dressed to kill, she set out to tour the campground to bring home �dinner�. The pride in his eyes showed as he watched her go, dressed in her little shorts and shirt. It was not much later when she returned up the path to their secluded cabin, walking in between a young man and woman, both with their arms around her and a sexual hunger in their eyes. She was just about to call out to him to let him know that they had guests when he emerged from the cabin, a sparkle in his eyes. �Ah Kitten, you have returned, and brought guests with you I see.� �Yes m�lord� she smiled, winking at him, �these two have come to play with us this eve.� Rubbing both the man�s and the woman�s tush, she looked from one to the other and smiled, �please, come out back with me,� she purrs to them, � m�lord has many things to play with out there.� He watches as the two follow her, enchanted by her charms. His little kitten, so fatally innocent, and so deadly. He walks behind them, noting the way the stranger�s hand kept moving down on his Kitten�s tush. He will have to pay for that. In the back, an area had been cleared, only a few large trees remained, in their center a very large, rather roughly chiseled stone table. The woman, walking to it caresses it�s rough finish, marveling at the dark stripes that appear in it, almost as if stained. The Kitten walks up behind her, placing her hands on her shoulders, leaning in, she purrs softly in her ear, �are you ready to sacrifice yourself to m�lord on the alter?� She giggles softly, her hands gliding down the woman�s arms to her waist, taking hold of her shirt then pulling it up over her head. �Please, lay down� she smiled, helping the woman onto the alter. As the woman lies back, her arms covering her bare breasts, Kitten takes each wrist gently, wrapping the braided black cord around it and then fastening it to the hooks in the alter. The two men stand and watch, she could tell by the stranger�s eyes that he was growing hard just watching the two women. For his enjoyment, after binding the woman�s hands, she rubbed her breast, gently squeezing her nipples before moving down and binding her ankles. Next she went to work on the man, leading him to a tree not more than 3 feet from the woman�s head. Standing on the alter, she was able to bind his hands securely to a large branch so that his feet barely touched the ground. He started to protest a little, but when she tore his shirt off, and began licking at his nipples for just a few seconds, his protests turned to moans of pleasure, the button on his jeans about to burst open. Next came his legs, he was surprised to see the hook bolts cemented into the ground that she secured his legs with. Standing back with her love, she surveyed her work. Looking at him she smiles, �are you please m�lord?� He took her into his arms, the passion in his embrace and his kiss all that she needed to know. While the Hunter readied his lash, the Kitten climbed back up on the alter. Straddling the woman�s body, she bent over, allowing the man to look at her tush, and she tore the shorts right off of the woman�s body. Startled, the woman let out a scream, to which the Kitten replied, �you will have to learn that you are not allowed to make any sounds� while tearing her panties off. Next she turned, standing over the woman�s face, and then lowering herself as she reached out to grab hold of the man�s pants, tearing them from his body. His rigid shaft standing at attention immediately. While doing this, the woman on the alter snaked out her tongue, licking the Kittens inner thigh. She stood up, producing two gags from her pocket. �For that, you will have to be gagged as well.� Gagging both of their new toys, she smiled, looking over to Hunter. �I believe they are ready for ye now m�lord.� He stepped closer to the alter, the tongues of the whip swishing in the air. �It�s your turn now Kitten, take your clothes off, slowly,� he commanded her. �Yes m�lord� she purred to him, still standing over the woman�s prone body she began to dance, for her, for him, and her Hunter. Painfully slow she removed her clothes, the woman beneath her never taking her eyes off of the glistening valley that danced above her, the mans excitement was evident in his twitching jerking shaft. Once again she squatted down over the woman�s face, letting her breathe in the scent, to look at the thing she so desired, but the gag in her mouth would not let her tongue enjoy it. While doing this, she continually gazed into the man�s pleading eyes, knowing that he too wanted the same chance to taste. Winking at him, she turned, on her hands and knees over the woman�s body she slipped her finger down between the woman�s legs, feeling how wet she had already grown. When she did this, the woman moaned. Kitten moved over, lying on her side on the alter next to the woman. �I told you dear that sounds were not allowed, you are not to make even a squeak, now you must be punished.� The woman�s eyes grew wide as the Hunter stepped forward, and before she had a chance to think, the many tails of the lash came down cracking across her breasts leaving small trails of red where the braided leather had kissed her. She moaned again, but this time from the burning of the lash. The Hunter smiled at his Kitten, �this one may take a while to train Kitten, you may have to amuse yourself for a bit.� �Yes m�lord� she smiled, laying back on the slab, her knees up, legs parted so that the one bound to the tree could watch as she begun to move her fingers up and down the shaved lips before slipping them inside of herself. Her soft purrs call to her love, enticing him as much as the crack of his whip. She smiled at him, her hips rising up off the alter from her fingers caress. She reaches over, slipping a finger back between the woman�s legs, rubbing gently, and each time the woman moaned, the lash came down upon her. The woman�s body now criss-crossed with red welts, she grew silent, her own body betraying her as it attempted to thrust itself into the teasing finger. The Kitten stopped toying with her mouse for a moment, her other fingers working slowly on herself. She looked towards the man, and grinned, and then back to the Hunter. You could see the fear rise in the male mouse�s eyes as the Hunter approached him. �And this one Kitten, what would you have me do with this one?� She removed her finger from herself, raising it to her lips; she licked the glistening wetness from her flesh much to the delight of the others before responding. �Does it not bother you m�lord that he lusts after your Kitten? That he dared pet her?� She sat up then, on hands and knees and crawled towards him, straddling the woman�s body. The hot wet goodness of what lies between the Kitten�s legs, now rubbing against the woman�s belly, rubbing her juices into the welts her lover raised on the woman. She moved up further along the woman�s body until she could reach the Hunter, kissing his lips. The sweet taste of her nectar filled him with an animalistic lust and a need to protect his chosen mate. And she spurred his anger on, still looking sweetly at the mouse man. �Look m�lord� her fingers stretching out to caress the head of the man�s shaft, her touch making him forget his fear again for a second, �he wants to take me from you m�lord, look how the fluid drips from his shaft as he thinks about forcing it into me.� Her own juices drip down her inner thigh and onto the woman�s body who still lies between her legs. The Hunter eyes turn a fiery black thinking of what this man would do to his Kitten. Purring softly, the Kitten licks the Hunter�s neck, whispering into his ear, and then pulling his own hard shaft from his pants she begins to suck on his head again. While doing so, the Hunter�s lash begins to crack, the man receiving no mercy from its bite. The angry red welts appear from the Hunter�s fury and the whip�s bite. After a few moment�s the mouse�s shaft shriveled, the Hunter grabs his kitten turning her around, on hands and knees, still over the woman�s body, his tongue thrusts deeply into her waiting hole. She purrs loudly, the mouse beneath her only able to watch. So smooth, his tongue begins to gently caress her shaved lips before delving in between them again, lapping up her juices as if he were a fierce lion himself. Her purrs turn to moans, her fingers begin to caress the mouse below, the mouse fighting back her own moans, but her hips raising off the alter wanting more. The Kitten begins to tremble; her nectar flows to feed her lord. He then, after licking all of her juices, removes his own clothes, kneeling on the alter; he mounts her from behind, over the mouse�s face. The mouse watches his hard shaft thrusting into the tight opening above her. How she longs to taste, to feel that. Faster and harder he thrusts into her, grabbing hold of her hair, gently pulling her up to her knees, her back pressed to his chest, he sinks his fangs into her neck, drinking slowly from her. The Kitten moans loudly, and so does the mouse hanging from the tree. The mouse beneath moans as well, for the Kitten massages her breasts, squeezing and playing with her nipples. The Hunter removes his lips from his Kitten�s neck, a small trickle of blood remains before he licks it away. His thrusts slow, then coming to a complete stop, he whispers against the Kitten�s neck, �forgive me love, but we have some who would never learn if it were not for the lash.� He pulls his throbbing shaft from her, letting it rub against the mouse�s cheek, she moans again at his touch. His Kitten rises, coming to stand on the ground beside him, looking at the once again hard shaft of the hanging mouse. She watches as the Hunter retrieves his whip, untangling the braided leather cords, stepping behind the man, he shows no mercy as he begins to stripe his back. After 10 lashes, he stops, beginning to walk around the mouse when she whispers, a sparkle in her dark eyes, �not yet m�lord, I feel he needs 12 more.� The joy in the Hunter�s eyes apparent when he hears his Kitten mete out additional lashes. He teasingly bows to her, grinning, �as you wish m�lady�, and then returns to the mouse�s back, the crack of his whip against flesh resounds through the night air. When the lashes have been dealt, the mouse no longer stiff again, the pain in his eyes that racks his body obvious, the Hunter steps forward to deal with the other unruly one. She trembles on the alter; choking back her sobs, the tears rolling down her cheeks. �Don�t cry,� the Kitten whispers leaning close to the mouse�s ear, �he enjoys that even more� she begins to giggle then. The Hunter cracks his lash three times down the woman�s body, her breasts, her belly, and her thighs, some of the cords finding their way between the outstretched legs to bring a teasing painful pleasure to her. The Hunter then stops as his Kitten leans forward, dipping her finger between the mouse�s legs, finding the juices that dwell there. Her finger thoroughly soaked, she traces the welts on the mouse�s breasts, watching as the nipples harden under her touch, a moan escaping the mouse�s lips. She turns, licking the Hunter�s chest, �she needs more too m�lord.� He obliges her, his lash again working up and down the mouse�s body, this time drawing droplets of blood on the angry welts that cover her breasts and belly, and he takes special care with the whips lash between the mouse�s legs, her pale thighs striped with the red kisses of the leather. He stops then, waiting to see what his Kitten will do, for so many times it was she who was bound to the alter, the lash kissing her flesh. She looks at the Hunter, then stepping to the mouse, leaning down, she runs her tongue across one of the welts licking off the blood. She watches as it bubbles up again. Working down the mouse�s body, starting with her breasts, every welt she licks, the taste of the mouse�s blood making her hunger grow. She climbs back onto the alter, kneeling down between the woman�s legs. She wiggles her tush at the Hunter, who walks behind her, thrusting his shaft into her again. She lowers her head, her tongue licking the bloody welts on the woman�s thighs while her lover pounds into her from behind. Her tongue follows the welts to the mouse�s nether lips, licking at them slowly, teasing the mouse, before it slips in between them, lapping like a kitten with milk at the juices mingled with blood from the leather�s kiss. The mouse begins to tug at her binds, her hips rising up off the alter, her body trembles from the Kittens persistent tongue. The sight of his Kitten with the mouse excites the Hunter so, that he leans over his Kitten�s body, moving her hair to one side and again sinks his fangs into her neck. She in turn pierces the inner thigh of the mouse, drinking deeply, her fingers still working in the mouse, bringing her to climax, as she herself climaxes from the thrusts of her Hunter. With his Kitten�s climax, he withdraws from her, standing behind her and licking up her nectar. His Kitten returns to the mouse�s juices, licking them up, the mouse, still moaning softly, but no longer very responsive. The Hunter reaches forward, gently pulling his Kitten back to him, his arms around her massaging her breasts, pinching the hard nipples. �Look Kitten,� he points out the hanging mouse, �he has not learned yet.� The mouse�s shaft hard and throbbing, you can see it jump with the beat of his pulse. �What should be done about his insolence Kitten?� She smiles, melting against him as she leans back, the blood warming both of them. �I think m�lord that the cat should visit him again.� With that, he steps away from her and she follows, picking up his whip for him. She holds on to it, gently slapping her thigh as they approach the insolent mouse. Holding the whip out to the Hunter, she begins to grin, asking, �may I try m�lord?� He nods, taking a step back, but she gives him that pouting innocent little girl look that she has mastered so well. �Will you show me how to swing it?� The Hunter steps up behind her, taking her in his arms, caressing her breasts before one hand moves lower between her legs, the other to the wrist of her outstretched hand. His finger rubs between her lips, causing her to purr loudly, while his other hand holds her wrist, moving her arm, the whip resides with a resounding crack against the man�s chest, blood welling up immediately on the red welt. His finger begins to thrust in and out of her, the whip cracking once again on the man�s flesh. �Very good Kitten� he exclaims, removing his hand and patting her tush. When she looks at him pouting, he smiles speaking gently, �if you continue to do as well, I shall show you how proud I am of you.� She smiles then, raising the lash, it whisks through the air, this time not as hard, but still leaving the red welts. The Hunter offers a word of encouragement and she swings again, this time much better. The fiery red welts offer up blood to her. As she has seen him do before on the woman, the strokes of her whip work slowly ever lower on his body. Just above the dark patch of hair the lash strikes, one of the braided cords biting at his hard shaft, which seemed to get in the way. She began to giggle as the mans scream tried to find it�s way around the gag. She walked up to him, licking the blood from his welts, then taking his sagging shaft in hand. �Did I break it?� she giggled. Squeezing it slowly, she leaned down and licked it, bringing it immediately back to life. Offering it a few more strokes, she then let it go, stepping back, �see, it is okay now.� Her laughter combined with the crack of the lash again covered up the man�s scream as the whips many black braided cords made direct contact with his hardened shaft and balls, just before he fell unconscious. The blood dripped slowly from his shaft as it wilted, the Hunter grabbing his Kitten immediately, laying her down on the alter and thrusting into her so hard, her cruelty sending chills of desire through him. He rode her hard and fast, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her nails digging into his back. She felt him swelling inside of her, as she herself neared climax again. She gazed into his eyes for a moment, just before her lips found his neck, her fangs piercing his flesh, his entering hers at the same moment. Their blood flowing into each other as he seed filled her. They lay together for a bit, satiated in each other�s arms for the moment, oblivious to the world around them until a moan from the hanging mouse disturbs them. She smiles at the Hunter, �do you hunger now m�lord?�, giggling as they both rise. She looks at the hanging mouse, still in a lot of pain, but very conscious. �I am going to give you a head start, if you can outrun me, you can live this night.� She smiled, untying his ankles. The Hunter loosed his wrist; holding firmly to them before both were free, then let him go. The mouse stood for a moment, staring in disbelief at the two creatures that stood before him, drops of blood still at the corners of their mouths. �Run little mouse,� the Kitten urged. The mouse ran. She gave her Hunter a kiss, a wink and then took off after the mouse, pouncing him before he ever reached the corner of the cabin. Very soon the Hunter was their with her, both of them feasting on the blood of the mouse. When done, they dragged his body to the back of the yard, leaving it lie on the ground. The Hunter finished off the woman as his Kitten untied her. She was dumped beside the man. She looked up at the sky as the Hunter came to her, wrapping her in his arms, �the moon is growing m�lord, tis nothing more beautiful than the full moon.� Wolves in the distance began to howl, somehow knowing that once again food has been left out for them. The Hunter and his Kitten return inside, snuggling close as the morning sun begins to chase the night away. by darkest angell |