by Marc Cabot
He gave her an amused look. "You're enough for any man or any three, really." His voice was teasing and she couldn't help but smile back. "But we're not going to keep her. We'll have some fun with her first, of course. That part's mandatory anyway."
"Please explain to me, master. I'm confused and I admit you're cleverer than I am." Her own voice was mock-exasperated. He enjoyed her spirit: therefore she showed it. It didn't diminish her adoration for him one iota.
"Sorry." He didn't look sorry. "We're going to go find a Siamese catgirl. You're going to seduce her. She's going to come home with us. I'm going to bind her. Then we're going to give her to another master who desperately wants a Siamese catgirl for his very own." He held his head up high and spoke in a lofty voice. "It's noble work, really. We'll spread happiness wherever we go."
Siamese catgirls were somewhat uncommon, though nothing so rare as Spotted Queens. They had silvery hair with dark accents, jet-black eyebrows, and pale blue eyes with a very slight fold to them. They tended to be slender and even for catgirls they were graceful. Angeline had never had a Siamese girlfriend but she unconsciously licked her lips at the thought.
"Will we have to... do what you did to me, master? That was scary." Her voice quickened. "I mean, I'm so grateful now that you did! But what if we get caught? What if she gets hurt?" Angeline would do anything for Martin, but she was still essentially a peaceful soul.
"No, we won't have to do that. Don't worry your pretty little head about it." He reached out and stroked her hair and she started to purr. "Remember what I told you the night we met?"
"You told me a lot of things, master." Even through the pleasure she bowed her head, a little ashamed. "I was furious with you and I didn't really listen to all of them."
He gave her one more strong caress and lifted his hand with a laugh. "That's all right. You didn't know. What I said was, other catgirls will instinctively be submissive to a bonded Queen. Unbonded catgirls, even more so. You were made to keep order among the others, stop them fighting and keep the unbonded ones in line. She'll find you irresistible. In all senses of the word." The laugh was wicked this time and she shuddered.
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After giving Angeline the details of the plan, reviewing several websites, and asking her opinion about which bar was likeliest to have the prettiest catgirls, he selected one near Angeline's former campus. It was upscale enough that Martin could go in and not raise too many eyebrows, but near enough campus that any college-aged Siamese who might have a taste for barhopping would likely be found there. Siamese tended to be fairly clever, if not so smart as Spotted Queens, and had a definite bent for luxury.
It was Friday night, by great good fortune, and after having Angeline help him pick out the least-untrendy clothes he owned (mostly, it was plain black stuff and a grey jacket) they headed off to the bar. The place wasn't crowded yet, and they found a table in the corner. They sat and chatted as the crowd began to build. She was still trying to get used to using Martin's name, which she had been told to do in public. She mostly just avoided calling him anything: "Master" felt so much... righter.
Angeline spotted her first, of course: her feline eyes were much sharper than Martin's. An hour or so after they'd arrived, a Siamese catgirl walked in with two human women. They were all the same age and they were wearing matching sorority sweatshirts.
She pointed out the group to Martin, who nodded. "A college student and in a sorority. She has to be a hard worker for a FeleoSapien." Angeline did a subtle double-take at his use of the politically correct term. He'd never used it in her hearing before. "Give them some time. They'll probably break up, at least temporarily. When they do, go over there and talk to her. Like we planned."
Nodding nervously, Angeline tried not to stare at the group. They all had a drink - her ears told her they were Cosmopolitans. (How trendy.) Then she caught only snatches of conversation as they looked around the room, mostly about their sorority sisters (the human girls were, ironically, the "cattiest,") and the men in the bar. Occasionally one of those men would walk up to the group and be summarily rebuffed. But eventually one of the humans went off with a tall, handsome young man in a fraternity sweatshirt. A few minutes later the other slipped off her stool and headed for the ladies' room. Fortunately the Siamese didn't follow.
"How lucky are we, Angeline? Go get her." Martin's amusement that for once the women didn't go off to the bathroom together was obvious. But Angeline had already stood up and was walking toward the bar. She leaned on it next to the Siamese, who was holding a place for the human, and turned to face her.
Unbeknownst to Angeline, the presence of unbonded catgirls, and the desire to control them, caused some very interesting things to take place inside her body. Hormones mixed and surged: she felt powerful, dominant. Pheromones started to seep from her pores, filling the air with a scent no human could detect and no catgirl could ignore. In a few minutes, every catgirl in the place would start to feel submissive and needy. (And every man lucky enough to score with one would have a night he'd never forget.) But standing next to the Siamese, imposing her body language as well as her natural dominance and scent, the result was unbelievable.
When she saw Angeline, she just seemed to go... limp.
The smaller catgirl didn't actually faint or pass out. Her body just relaxed. She started taking long, slow, deep breaths, pupils dilating and the delicate pale skin becoming pink and warm. Her eyes were locked on Angeline's and her mouth was slightly open, like she wanted to talk but couldn't find the words.
"Hi. I'm Angeline. What's your name?"
After working her lips for a second, the Siamese managed to choke out, "Gail. I'm Gail."
Oh, my God. It's working just like he said it would. She's putty in my hands. Angeline's smile turned very wicked and she eyed Gail up and down. The blush on the other catgirl's face got even redder.
"You're cute, Gail. Come with me." Can it really be this easy? The blonde slipped away from the bar and waved slightly to her master, then headed for the door. Gail followed, tongue-tied and confused. They reached the door and walked out into the cool early evening air. Martin, meanwhile, stayed at his table, finishing his drink and glancing at his watch from time to time.
Once they were outside, Angeline headed for Martin's car, but before they reached it, she pulled Gail into a doorway and kissed her hard. There was no protest: the pale blue eyes grew huge in shock, then closed as she sighed into the kiss.
"You're hot, Gail. You want to come home with me?"
"I don't... I mean... I never..." Angeline kissed her again, harder. Her larger body loomed over the silver-haired girl. When she let her gasp for breath again Gail just shut her eyes and nodded.
"Good. Come on." She pulled the panting Gail out of the doorway and walked down the block to Martin's car. She had the spare remote in her pocket and unlocked the doors with it, then shoved Gail in the back seat and followed after her.
"What are you..."
"My boyfriend's going to drive. He'll be here soon."
"Boyfriend? I don't..." Angeline grabbed the smaller girl and kissed her again, which made her moan with lust.
"Be quiet, Gail." Her voice was rough with pleasure. She hadn't kissed a girl for a long time, and she liked it. The Siamese's mouth clicked shut: her eyes got even bigger, but then Angeline put her arm around her shoulders and kissed her yet again. She had to force her tongue between the other girl's lips at first: her mouth didn't want to open. But once it was they were soon tasting each other. Subtle chemical signals were forcing more and more submission into Gail's head and five minutes later, when Martin nonchalantly slipped into the driver's seat, she didn't even look up.
"Everything okay, Angeline?"
Lifting her head from Gail's unresisting form, Angeline replied, "We're fine, ma... Martin. Let's go." She pawed at Gail's slender body and there was a helpless groan. "She can't wait."
Smiling rather evilly, Martin started the car and headed for home. The drive se
emed to take longer than usual, even though there was no traffic once they got out of the bar area. The moans and sighs and the smell of catgirl musk wafting from the back seat may have had something to do with it. He had to fight to keep himself from watching the rear-view mirror instead of the road. But before long they had pulled into the garage and the door had shut behind them.
Martin stepped out and opened the door on Angeline's side. "We're here, Angeline." For a moment his words didn't register. He didn't appear to mind: he just watched the show and his smile got broader. Angeline had her hand down Gail's unzipped jeans, and had pulled up her sweatshirt to reveal lovely little tits which were currently getting kissed and licked furiously. Gail's whole body was shaking and from what he could see her eyes were practically rolled back to the top of her head. What sounded like a single continuous moan was issuing from her parted lips. Her tail was caught under her body, but Angeline's was lashing back and forth sensuously. It was a little mesmerizing.
Eventually he said, "Angeline... we're here. And we have beds inside." The mention of bed, or maybe just the louder tone, did the trick. Delicate spotted ears tracked around and she looked up. "Oh. Sorry, ma... Martin. She, um, distracted me." Angeline was licking her lips and smiling almost as wickedly as her master. Her face was shiny from wet kisses and the other girl's lipstick.
As Angeline's attentions eased Gail came partway back to reality. Her eyes got very wide at the sight of Martin looking in the door at them. Then she realized they were in a building and she gasped in sudden fright.
"Where... what? What's happening?" Angeline turned back to her and gave her another caress under her panties, which made her gasp in a very different way and her eyes fell shut.
"Don't worry, Gail, everything's fine. This is my boyfriend Martin. We're going to have lots of fun." At fun she moved her fingers firmly and the other catgirl moaned helplessly. "Now come on. Follow me and don't be afraid."
She gingerly removed her hand from Gail's pants and pulled her sweatshirt down. Looking at Martin again, she licked her fingers clean with an even naughtier smile than before. He swallowed and purposefully backed up, as much to resist jumping in the backseat as to give her room to get out.
Angeline flowed out of the car, dominance rolling off her, and Gail, after fumbling to pull her pants up, came hesitantly behind. The basic purpose of her kind, after thousands of years, finally lived again in her. She was every inch a Queen. Gail's mouth didn't quite close as she stared at Angeline. Her nostrils were flared, drinking in the scent of the dominant catgirl. Her eyes were huge and couldn't seem to focus properly. They were fixed on Angeline's face.
"That's better," said Martin, swallowing again. He opened the door to the house and gestured for the girls to go in. Angeline strolled through the door and Gail followed along as if in a dream. Martin enjoyed the view: Gail's silvery, black-tipped tail was limp and swaying over the tight jeans hugging her slender behind, and Angeline's hips were moving like a dancer's.
"Angeline, take her up to the bedroom. I'll be there in a minute." Angeline just nodded and took Gail's hand, leading her down the corridor toward the stairs. Martin, meanwhile, headed for the kitchen, where two racks had been set up on the granite countertop. Each held a flask on a heating grid positioned over a portable heater. One was similar to the one which had held the bonding agent he had used on Angeline that very first night, but the other was much smaller. He turned the heaters on and checked the settings, and then went after the girls.
When he got to the bedroom, he had to step over a little knot of clothes in the doorway. Angeline was normally quite tidy but apparently she'd been in a hurry. He paused after he stepped inside, eyes wide and evil smile returned.
The girls were both naked. Angeline's glowing golden skin was flush and a beautiful contrast to Gail's pale splendor. She was making the smaller girl return the favors she'd paid in the car: two of Gail's fingers were inside Angeline's tight little pussy and she was sucking on one of the bigger girl's breasts mindlessly. For her part, Angeline was sprawled bonelessly on the bed, her hips moving gently as Gail slid her fingers in and out. She was sighing lightly, but unlike Gail was completely aware of reality. When Martin came in she made a happy sound and held out her arms as if to pull him to her.
"She's wonderful, master." He'd told her she could use the "proper" term once they were safely inside the house. Gail didn't seem to care or even notice. "You were right, once we... ooooh, yes, Gail, a little harder..." The other girl's arm started to move faster. "Once we got to know each other it was easy."
"By now she should be ready for anything," he said. The power of the Spotted Queen over the other was so blatant that he barely bothered to be discreet. It was intoxicating to watch. "Tell her to use her mouth on that sweet little pussy of yours."
Angeline smiled. "Oh, yes, master." In a slightly louder voice, she said, "Gail. Lick my clit. Now."
The other girl slid down Angeline's body like flowing caramel. In seconds her face was between golden thighs and she started to lick and kiss. If she had any doubts about why she was doing it, it wasn't apparent. Angeline hissed with pleasure and thrust up into the girl's face. "Yeah. Like that. Suck on my clit. Put your fingers back inside me." Gail reached up without hesitation and fingered Angeline while applying delicate lips to her swollen little button.
Martin, meanwhile, had been undressing as carefully as he could without taking his eyes off the spectacle in his bed. Angeline let out an extra-loud moan as his hard cock sprang out of his shorts, and her hands made little grasping motions.
"Oh, master... she feels so good but I want you so much..." She was licking her lips at the sight of the naked man approaching the bed, but he shook his head.
"You remember the plan, Angeline. You'll get yours later." His voice was rough with lust but there was still a twinkle in his eye. She sighed in frustration.
"Yes, master. Gail, sit up." After a few more licks Gail struggled herself upright. Her face was totally blank. A little line of drool was running down her chin and her hand kept stroking Angeline in a steady rhythm. "Good girl." To Martin she said, "I asked her about the stuff you told me to in the car, master. She's clean."
At his nod she turned her attention back to Gail. "That's my master over there. Go and use your mouth on him like you were doing to me. Do a good job or I'll smack you." Angeline was normally a very polite person. But the hormones were raging and the knowledge that she wasn't going to get Martin's cock any time soon put a definite edge in her voice.
Gail blinked and looked like she wanted to say something through the haze. But Angeline narrowed her eyes and said, "Now!" The smaller catgirl jumped like she'd been pinched and floundered out of the bed to kneel at Martin's feet. She had to rise up on her knees slightly to reach him, but in the blink of an eye the tip of his cock was in her mouth and she was licking and sucking so exquisitely he swayed on his heels.
"Oh... yes... that's just perfect... mmmmm." His head lolled back and he started playing with Gail's gorgeous silver hair, using it to pull her a little farther onto him. She was too small and inexperienced to take the thick shaft all the way down, but her tongue was slipping around gracefully and when he looked down the expression of mindless bliss on her lovely face made his cock swell between her lips. Her ears and tail were utterly relaxed as she concentrated everything on pleasing him.
Angeline's tail, however, was thrashing angrily and her ears were back. She couldn't even think of disobeying her master but she wanted him and she wasn't going to get him. So her irritation attached itself to Gail.
"Harder, you little sorority slut. He's too good for you and you better make him feel nice or I'll yank your tail out by the roots! Spoiled little bitch!" Of its own volition her hand came down and stroked her slick little pussy and rubbed her clit. She started to pant with both anger and lust.
At Angeline's command, Gail started pushing her mouth further down Martin's length. He moaned at the feeling of her lips stretched hot an
d tight around his cock and the pressure of her sucking. Even she started to choke, she didn't stop trying to get more, and he had to hold her head back by the hair so she could breathe.
It wasn't long before Martin said, "If she keeps this up I'm going to fall over. Gail, get in the bed." She ignored him completely and kept trying to pull him down her throat. He was puzzled for a moment. The pleasure made it hard to think. Then he realized.
"Angeline, she's not bonded... she doesn't have to... Mmmmogods... do anything I say. Tell her to get in the bed."
"Get up in this bed and spread your legs, you little slut. Move!" Angeline's eyes were blazing at Gail's disregard for Martin's command. Her clit was throbbing and her pussy was clenching with need. The two fingers slipping into it were a poor substitute and she took it all out on the hapless Siamese.
Gail slid her mouth off Martin's cock and with a twisting leap that was astonishing to see flung herself into the bed beside Angeline. Her legs opened into practically a full split, one arching over Angeline's form. Her eyes were staring into nothingness but her nipples were hard and between her legs she was shining with moisture.
"That's better, you little brat. She's all yours, master. Fuck her good!" Angeline's expression was almost frightening with her passion but she did nothing except rub herself a little harder. Between the two catgirls the room smelled like an orgy. Their natural scents were designed to drive human men wild and they were working perfectly.
Martin took two steps and then jumped into the bed, if not as gracefully as Gail at least with determination. He didn't bother with foreplay: he was almost as needy as the two catgirls and he lowered his body between Gail's thighs and pushed his cock into the hot, slick little cunt. Gail gasped and started to shake but didn't move otherwise. Angeline gave her a little spiteful nudge even as she felt herself starting to climax at the expression on Martin's face.
