Eightsome

What followed could best be described as absolute carnage.

Naturally, my dick was the most sought after price and so there was heavy scratching and hissing until one of the girls finally plopped herself on my penis with a satisfied moan.

The next best thing was apparently my tongue and the spectacle repeated itself even as the first girl was already heavily thrusting up and down. Eventually one of the catgirls shoved her already dripping wet pussy directly into my face.

“Lick!”, the second winner commanded. I didn't have to obey her, so that clearly wasn't Aiju. I still did.

But that certainly wasn’t the end of it. Five very horny girls remained and my body clearly had many useful pieces left.

My hands where next. I could feel my fingers being shoved into wet damp places. Even my feet would not be left alone as some of the girls tried to pleasure themselves with them.

And that still left one girl who seemingly out of sheer boredom started to play with my nipples.

To say I was woefully inadequate for the task would be an understatement. I didn't know how many times I came on this first of many orgies, but I know I fainted some times during the intercourse.

And so my rather interesting life with seven catgirls began.

Aside from Aijuka, there was Baijuka. Caijuka, Daijuka Faijuka, Raijuka and Naijuka. I didn't even attempt to memorize which one was which.

While the girls quickly realized that all at once was a too tall task for me, that only meant that every time I was unattended I was pretty much fair game. My clothing privilege was quickly revoked. And while I was allowed to freely walk around and mind my own business, the moment any of the girls wanted me I could do nothing but obey.

The nights where the worst part of it. Under the bush, there was a small burrow. I was expecting some hole full of dirt, but the girls did stuff it out with plenty of carpets, covers and all kind of soft materials they apparently stole from somewhere. Of course it was extremely humid, which was made worse by the fact that we where all huddled together with me being freely available whenever one of the girls wanted to have some fun during the night. Often I had to service two girls at once.

When I wasn't used for sex the girls made good use of my cooking. None of them ever used fire for their meals and the fact that I was capable of doing so amazed them to no ends. There was quickly a no mating during cooking rule established, but that was only because food was their second biggest passion.

From the moment I started cooking, I had all eyes on me and was gently encouraged to “hurry up, or else.”

As much as I attempted to create equal portions for all the girls, it was hopeless. The moment the food left the frying pan, all hell broke loose. The girls gladly accepted burns if it meant shoving food in their mouth one second faster then the competition.

That was also when I learned that there wasn't much of a hierarchy to the catgirls. They where all roughly of equal strength. There was however one clear runt to the litter. Yours truly. It wasn't as if they forbade me in partaking in the daily food wars. It was just that joining that fray of claws and teeth wouldn't be very healthy.

And so my only recourse was to either go hungry or beg for some scraps. If there where some left that is. The girls where astoundingly greedy. I quickly learned that the art of snatching food while cooking was a very vital survival skill.

Taking care of my other bodily needs was pure hell as well. The girls where used to relieving themselves in the brook and did not understand the concept of privacy. Whenever I needed to go I had multiple eyes on me as if that was the most interesting shit(pardon the language) they ever witnessed.

No pleading helped. (and certainly not there shouts of encouragement and patting my head while trying to do my business)

To get even the tiniest bit of privacy I opted to relieve myself at night. One thing the girls didn't do was restricting my freedom to move around. I could go wherever I wanted, as long as it was within the confines of the spell. This brought its own fair share of trouble with it, though. If a girl noticed me going outside you can bet she would stalk me.

Nighttime heightened their predatory senses like nothing else and me fumbling around in the dark screamed prey. I am pretty sure there where many instances when the girls where fully aware of me climbing out of the burrow and allowed it anyways just to experience the thrill of the hunt.

Sometimes they would take me in the middle of the brook while I was conducting my business. Other times they made a game to stay undetected for both as close and long as possible just to pounce at me the last second before entering the burrow again. And there where also plenty of instances in which I returned in the burrow only to stare in the pairs of seven very hungry eyes.

Regardless, what followed was usually an extremely intense act of fornication with plenty of scratching and biting.

Given this, it was perhaps to little surprise that another favorite pastime of the girls was fighting.

Usually with each other to decide who gets to use me. However, eventually, and probably invigorated with Aiju's heroic tales they really wanted to subdue me in a real fight.

Combat was impossible in my state of near constant starvation and exhaustion. Unfortunately, Aiju was not above ordering me to fight, so here I was flailing my dirk around pointlessly while the catgirls dodged my feeble attempts with ease.

I could count myself fortunate that the girls were aware that any attempt at actual fighting would result in heavily injuring me, so it quickly became a game of darting around me, spanking me on the butt and eventually pin me to the ground.

It was almost just harmless play fighting if it wasn’t for the fact that some of the girls were very eager to include the ball crushing part.

After the third time it happened I broke down crying, which did actually put a stop to it. They would still grab my balls, but with more care and as a simple sign of domination...or so I thought until one of the girls lost herself and crushed them once more.

The girl (it was Raiju by the way) was heavily scolded by her siblings and the girls decided as way of apology to cuddle with me (without sex) for one entire day.

That did little to alleviate my trauma, the slightest touch on my balls caused me to freak out. Unfortunately, that excited the girls even more and they just couldn’t help touching them and watching me squirm.

How I got through this without suffering a mental breakdown is anyone’s guess.

I did adapt though. I learned that the best way to placate them was to lay on my back with my genitals on full display. About half the time the girls acknowledged this sign of submission and I was allowed to bring them to a climax with my tongue. Other times I was not so lucky and another wild sex session followed as punishment.

Despite all of this, I really can't say anything was ever done out of malicious or evil intent, but simply due to their instinct taking over. Even after the most wildest sex, the girls became docile and started cuddling with me, often even asking me how I was holding up.

I tried to reason with them during these times, but my complains where either met with sympathetic smiles and nods or flat out ignorance. That was until one day I finally reached my limit and collapsed on the spot while cooking.

Of course I fainted the first day as well, but by now the girls knew me better and the fact that I also burned myself in the process really freaked them out. I woke up to seven catgirls hovering around me looking extremely worried.

The girls, close to tears, apologized profusely and promised to take much better care of me.

Unfortunately, just as with everything else Nekotamata’s know only zero or hundred, and so in order to protect myself from exhaustion. Aiju gave me the following orders.

“No more leaving burrow!”

“No more orgasm!”

This was a different type of hell. To be sure, I wasn't like to pass out from fluid loss anymore, but the girls saw it as their sworn mission now to cuddle with me and make sure I was constantly soothed. These cuddling sessions almost always resulted with the girls rubbing their bodies against me. The constant edging drove me almost mad. I tried to argue my point with Aiju but it took me to tears again, before Aiju finally allowed one orgasm per day.

I would have preferred around 3 or 4, but at this point I was just happy to relieve myself once a day. Eventually I was allowed outside the burrow again(my cooking was sorely missed)

Weeks passed in this strange equilibrium and the fight for survival became slowly but surely more managable. My body won the survival of the fittest and toughened up. I had now a bunch of scars and just as many popped blisters but I am now capable of wrestling any of the catgirls one on one.(Aiju lifted the strength reduction safety order rather soonish in our relationship)

Eventually, the cat girls stopped their extremely aggressive behavior towards me, and turned almost docile. Cuddles followed by naps more and more replaced sex and it got the point where I was actually longing for a good rough session of catgirl ****.

I would learn the reason for that change a little while later. All seven girls where pregnant with my children.

It was trough one of these cuddle session with Aiju when she finally asked me a rather weird question. “Mari..hmm...are you...happy?”

I never even considered this question in the last few weeks. I looked at Aiju who was snuggling against me on my lap. On the leaves shaking in the wind and the ever blubbering brook.

I was sure I was in hell, how else could you describe my situation? But if I am in hell, why do I feel so contend?

“I love you Mari, I love you”, Aiju purred.

I was not sure if I was happy, but it looks like somewhere along the way I actually fell in love with this girl.

“I love you too, Aiju”, I answered, kissing her softly.

“Our litter, I'm sure...will love their...daddy too.” Aiju said before dozing off.

For the first time since becoming Aiju’s **** I cried out of happiness.