Day 4: Tabby (Tyger, Tyger, Painted Bright)

You finally reach Tabby on Friday.

Phantom: Hey, Tabby, I think you know me. I pulled your card in College Spread and I wanted to see if you were okay doing a challenge.

Tabby: Phantom? Of COURSE I know you! You’re the one who pulled that challenge with Kaori a few weeks back. Not to mention the final boss she faces in the play we’re putting on.

That intrigues you.

Phantom: Final boss?

Tabby: Yeah. Well, kinda. The play all leads up to a reenactment of the challenge you did with her. Well, kinda. If we get it set up right it won’t be exactly that challenge, but it will be you claiming her. Maybe you and Rebekah. I dunno. I’m not doing the writing. I’m doing the artwork. Well, kinda.

She’s excited. Evidently a lot more than that, given the chunk of information she just dumped and the uncertainty of all her ‘kindas’. You wonder exactly what the play is about now. You and Rebekah claim Kaori? Similar to the Phantom of the Opera challenge you did but different.

Phantom: Sounds… intriguing. And I don’t just mean ‘kinda.’

She sends a pouty emoji in response to your tease.

Tabby: Hey, it’s really cool that you’re using the Phantom name as your tag now.

Phantom: Well, everyone else seems to want to label me with it so I figured why not? Anyhow, about that challenge.

Tabby: Oh yeah, you want to challenge me, right? Cool. I’m at the theater right now if you want to come over. It’s just me and Rachel Lin here. We’re working on some backdrops.

Phantom: Wait, you want to do a challenge at the theater?

Tabby: Don’t tell me the Phantom is afraid to perform on stage because I won’t believe it.

That makes you laugh. Whatever embarrassment passed through your mind at the suggestion seems ridiculous after you yourself came up with the idea of a BDSM challenge in front of an audience on that same stage.

Phantom: Okay, maybe you have a point. I was only looking to do a kiss challenge anyhow, so it doesn’t matter I guess.

Tabby: A kiss?! Kaori gets a whole damn scene and I get a fucking kiss?

You hadn’t expected to piss her off with that request, but in hindsight maybe you should have expected something given how close the drama girls seem to have grown over this play. You’re trying to think of an answer when she types another message.

Tabby: Rachel says you only kissed her too. What is it? You only do the fun stuff with beautiful girls like Kaori and Camilla?

Phantom: No! That’s not it at all!

You’re about to hit send when you feel pressure on your chair. The heavy scent of Rebekah’s extra dark coffee hits your nostrils as she leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Are you SURE that’s what you want to say?” she asks.

You pause and reread your message, not immediately sure what the problem is.

“Men!” she says with a kiss to your cheek, wet and pressing. “Baby, you know I love you, right? But sometimes you’re fucking oblivious. That message basically tells the woman you’re trying to score with that she’s right about not being beautiful but that’s not why you’re doing a kiss challenge.”

Your mouth flops open as you delete that as quickly as possible. You whisper thanks to Rebekah and prepare to type again, but she leans across you harder, her breasts pressing against your back – deliberately you feel.

“Let me,” she says reaching for the keyboard.

Phantom: Who the hell says you’re not beautiful?

Tabby: Look, I know what I am. Even the deck has me as a Two doesn’t it? That’s what I heard anyhow.

Phantom: Yeah, well, the deck says Rebekah’s a Six but she’s the only queen in it as far as I’m concerned. The deck’s bullshit and we all know it.

Tabby: Then why a kiss challenge?

Phantom: Strategy. That’s all. I can’t really explain it to you, that would break game rules. But that doesn’t mean a kiss is ALL I want. I mean, if you’re down for it get that sexy body of yours ready because the Phantom wants to claim another sexy girl right now.

There’s a pause.

Tabby: Ookay, if you’re sure?

Phantom: Don’t back out on me now. You’re mine!

You look at Rebekah. She’s not even suggesting anymore, she’s demanding. It feels… weird. You always make sure that the woman knows her consent is required for anything to happen and can be revoked. Then again, Tabby’s been drawn in the game already so she knows that. No, this is play. She’s expressing want, need, desire. She’s expressed excitement about what you did with Kaori, resentment when she realizes she’s getting less. Rebekah knows exactly what game she’s playing.

Tabby: I’ll get rid of Rachel.

Phantom: Why? Are you afraid of a little threesome? I think I owe her for the strategic kiss too.

Tabby: …

Tabby: Okay…

Phantom: Be there in 10.

Rebekah kisses you on the cheek and turns to walk away. “There’s some body paints in my top drawer. I bought more than enough and I think there’s two little artsy girls who’d just LOVE to paint you and each other. Now go have fun! I got papers to work on.”

When you let yourself into the theater it’s dark, mostly at least. The lights are out in the auditorium but the stage is lit with lamps. Rachel and Tabby are facing away from you, chatting as they paint some kind of scenic backdrops. You ease forward quietly, each step carefully placed to avoid making noise. At one point Rachel notices you. She pauses for just a second, then smiles and carries on the conversation. She’s speaking just a touch more excitedly now about the backdrops, and the play, and anything else that can mask your approach. You’ve evidently found an ally in whatever happens between you and Tabby. It also gives you the opportunity to set up the College Spread tablet near the stage exit, using the zoom to focus in on Tabby’s location, and start recording.

As you get closer you see that the work they’re doing right now is on scenery resembling the inside of a train, but bent and twisted like it’s from a nightmare rather than reality. Faceless people sit on gnarly seats, looking behind them, to the backstage, directly up, anywhere that means they’re not facing whatever is happening on stage. An ugly purple haze hangs in the air of the carriage, twisting like smoke or fog. You know what this is - Kaori’s Chikan fantasy turned into artwork. And that makes you more intrigued about the play.

You step up behind Tabby without being seen or heard as she focuses on getting the shine exactly right on one of the train’s poles. You lean forward carefully before speaking into her ear, your voice soft and menacing.

“This…” you say, pointing past her to the scene. “I approve of. This…”

You grasp her and pull her into your embrace. You reach around and grasp her right breast with your left hand, squeezing gently. Your right hand finds the top button of the blouse she’s wearing and yanks it through the button hole. Her breath catches, but she does not pull away.

“I do not. You come into the Phantom’s realm, Tabitha, a tasty treat for him to devour and yet you wear CLOTHES!?”

You spin her round to face you. Tabby is biting her lower lip, enough that you see a slight red smear on her tooth. You twist her face one way then the other, before forcing her back to facing you directly. She’s not stereotypically beautiful. Her glasses are overly large. Her messy hair looks like she never bothers with a comb or brush. Her face is more sunken and drawn than slender. And you know anyone who thinks any of that is important isn’t worth her time in the first place.

You pull her lips to yours, kissing her fiercely. She responds, gasping for a second before opening her mouth to welcome your tongue. There’s no resistance there, but a strong welcome and you press deeper. Her kiss doesn’t match yours, revealing her inexperience you think, but the eagerness is there. A few seconds later you ease her back.

“You have a choice to make, morsel,” you say. “Leave now and never return to my realm… or show me what I want to see.”

You’ve already got the kiss challenge done, and though you didn’t ask first she’d given permission in her texts and you’ve clarified it in those options.

Her breath hits your face in short, panted bursts. “Sorry,” she whispers as she reaches to unfasten her own buttons.

You watch, pretending to be impassive as she pulls open her blouse to reveal the plain white blouse beneath it. You grasp one of the cups and pull it down over her breast, a mound much smaller than Jada’s or Rebekah’s but beautiful nonetheless. Your lips plunge to take her nipple in your mouth and you suck, hard. If she wants domination, she’ll get it. She knows she can leave, you’ve made that clear. Now it’s up to her.

“Naked!” you command, pushing her away from you. “In my realm, my morsels are naked.”

You turn to face Rachel Lin who is watching the display with a smile so slight the Mona Lisa would struggle to see it.

“And you? Another tasty treat for the Phantom to devour?”

She shakes her head slightly, but there’s amusement in her eyes. You remember when you did the kiss challenge with her. She wasn’t upset by it. She honestly wasn’t invested in the challenge at all, but in the interplay of the person and the game. Much the same as her pictures, her concentration of feet, on hands, on small aspects that told tales most would not see, spoke of her fascination with what lies beneath the surface. She wants in, you realize, but not as a sexual partner. She wants to help this play out.

“Ah yes, one of my succubi. A helper in the rites of passion.”

You toss the bag you carried the edible body paints Rebekah gave you over to her. She catches it easily and looks inside, her lips curling higher.

“You will mark her,” you say. “You will draw on her the sigils of sacrifice!”

Rachel begins digging through the bag you gave her and pulling items out: black paint, red paint, orange paint, a thick brush, a thin brush… Apparently Rebekah wasn’t interested in just a quick experiment to see if the two of you enjoyed this before investing. And now the woman before you gets to find out what it feels like first.

Tabby has already pulled off her bra, revealing erect nipples that are surprisingly large at the side of the breasts themselves. Her skirt lies on the floor and she’s pulling off her panties, a mixture of trepidation and excitement. In the stillness of the theater her gasps seem louder than they have any right to. You grasp her shoulders and spin her face Rachel.

“Mark her…” you growl, leaning into Tabby’s ear and nuzzling there.

Your fingers dig into her and her muscles tense, then relax. You brush your teeth against the nape of her neck, tasting a sheen of sweat. Rachel raises a brush of orange paint to Tabby’s face and begins to draw it across her cheek.

“What manner of being are you?” you hiss directly against her cheek. “You who dare stray into the realm of the Phantom… An offering, yes, but from the cult? Or are you a fool who dares to offer herself?”

Your teeth close over her earlobe, biting, teasing, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to add a touch of pain to her passion. Tabby does not resist. You feel her hands come back to your hips, her fingers grasping tightly. She pulls you more firmly against her body.

“A willing sacrifice then…” you croon. “Then let me make your final moments memorable.”

Your hands play along her sides, feathering up and down as you let Rachel have time to continue her paintwork. Leaning in close, you can still barely detect the light smell of the cosmetics over the various layers of decorating the girls have been doing.

“She will reveal your truth,” you say, hoping that Rachel can work wonders with the thick, clumsy brushes.

You nuzzle into Tabby’s hair, nipping the flesh of her neck. It’s slow, teasing, careful. And the more you continue, the more you feel the tremor of Tabby’s body under your touch. She’s at once frozen like a terrified rabbit and soaring with ecstasy. You can’t imagine exactly what her life has been like, but the way she took just being kissed, and being a two says a lot. So now, you will make her know what it is to be wanted and savored.

You give Rachel time to complete her work on Tabby’s face and move down to her chest. As you do, you remove your own clothes and take a condom out of your pocket. It’s not something you ever really thought of carrying until Rebekah’s pregnancy made you realize how much danger the game put you and your partners in.

“She’s ready, Phantom,” whispers Rachel when she’s done painting.

Tabby turns around to face you. Orange and black stripes cover her face, her breasts, her entire upper body. A black dab is on her nose and around her jaw the paint fades into yellow. It might not be an accurate tiger, but it has all the ferocity of the real thing, which is amusing when it covers someone as ready to be taken as Tabby is.

You plunge your mouth down on her right breast, sucking and nibbling her nipple. The paint is almost sickly sweet, a rendition of chocolate and orange in sharp chemistry. It’s not the most pleasant taste ever, but it inspires you to add the sharpness of your own teeth to your work on her breast. Tabby cries out in surprised excitement and wraps her hands in your hair. You continue for a few moments before pulling away.

“A perfect sacrifice for the Phantom,” you say as you begin to unwrap the condom.

Tabby grabs your hand and stops you. “Don’t!” she says. “I’m on the pill anyway, you don’t need this.”

Your gaze meets hers for a moment, wondering if she’s certain.

“I want to feel it,” she says. “When you orgasm. I’ve never made a guy do that before.”

You keep her transfixed in your gaze as it turns into a glare. You curl your lips in a snarl and narrow your eyes, growling low and long like a predator threatening its prey. She looks like she can barely contain herself, her tongue dabbing her lips, her fists curling against her hips.

“A tiger? An animal offers itself to the Phantom?”

You grab her shoulders and squeeze them hard, spinning her around to face an unpainted panel of the scenery. And then you shove her. Not gently, but not enough to make her fall. She stumbles, raises her hands to cushion her collision with the taut fabric of the panel. It stretches, but thankfully does not tear. You kick her feet further apart.

“Then I shall take you like the beast you are!”

You drop your hand between her thighs, stroking her slit with your fingers. She’s wet, ready, eager for what you bring. That’s all you need to go further.

Leaning into her hair again you growl “You’re mine now!”

And you press your cock against her slit. You still for a moment, feeling her shiver. Then you push inside, slow and steady until you are fully buried. You watch for the pain that you’ve heard comes from breaking a hymen but it never appears. That’s good, you think. It means she can just enjoy this.

Once you are fully inside her you reach around again and grasp her breasts. You squeeze the small mounds hard. If she wants to surrender, to lose control, to be wanted and taken, then that’s what she’ll get.

She pushes her ass back against you, showing you that this is what she wants. So you pull out, and thrust back in. Quickly you build up a savage pace, fucking her hard and fast. It’s not how everyone enjoys sex, you’ve learned that already, but Tabby? The wilder you get, the more she cries out in passion.

You forget about Rachel being present until you feel a finger brush your cock as it thrusts in and out of Tabby’s cunt. It takes you a moment to realize she’s not trying to stimulate you, she’s playing with Tabby’s clit. Tabby screams in ecstasy. The walls of her sheath seem to pull at your dick. And so you move faster.

You lock your teeth on her neck, biting harder this time, leaving a bruise if not a full ring of teeth marks. It brings another scream and for a second you wonder if you went too far. But she again slams her butt into your crotch, encouraging more. You squeeze her nipples between your fingers as your palms grasp and crush her breasts.

“No mercy, prey!” you growl.

“No mercy…” murmurs Tabby in response.

A hand grabs your balls as you slam in and out of Tabby. Now Rachel is trying to make sure both of you receive the most pleasure you can. You accept the touch eagerly, but keep your focus on the tiger.

“Cum for me, prey!” you cry, knowing you’re about to cum.

The scream that leaves Tabby’s throat fills the theater, reverberating off the walls like the final note of an opera. Her pussy milks your dick as she climaxes and you join her, flooding her womb with your cum. A moment’s fear crosses your mind as you pray she was telling the truth about the pill.

There’s a rip. Her climax done, Tabby collapses. She falls forward through the fabric of the panel. Holding her as you are and weakened by your own orgasm you can’t support the two of you and you quickly see the floor racing towards you. The panel breaks, collapsing around your plunging bodies like a broken picture frame. And then you’re on the floor, on top of her.

You roll to the side as fast as you can, checking to see if she was hurt. She’s laughing, high and strange. Her face is locked in a joyous, almost drunk visage. You’ve seen people’s climax face before — hell you’ve seen your own — but Tabby’s is special. It looks like she surrendered her very soul to the pleasure.

You reach out and pull her close to cuddle, careful not to touch her more sensitive spots. It takes several minutes for both of you to calm down enough to talk, but finally you regain your composure.

“So, Kiss challenge complete,” you say.

Tabby laughs. “If that’s how you KISS I’d love to see what happens if you fuck someone.”

You look around at the mangled wood and fabric you’re sitting in.

“I er… I hope these panels weren’t TOO expensive,” you say.

Tabby shrugs. “They have more. It’s not like they never get broken.”

And the three of you relax and talk. About college. About the game itself. About the work they’re doing on the scenery, though they don’t discuss the play in detail. Funnily enough, you don’t talk about sex. Not until you’re both dressed again and you’re ready to leave.

“That was great,” says Tabby. “Thanks for being my first.”

You nod. “Don’t let me be your last,” you say. “And don’t listen to bullshit about being a two. That scoring system is busted. You’re a ten as far as I’m concerned.”