Kitten in Elfland

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They call me their animal and I obey. I hate that I like it. They think I belong on my knees in front of them, my legs spread and my breasts bare… The trouble is, I have come to the conclusion that they may be right.

The old world, the human world, seems so far away now.

This all started when I went with my friend to new vampire bar. It was past midnight and I was tired. My friend and I had come to the bar out of sheer curiosity. To dance. To drink cool new drinks. To see all the fun people.

But then she was whisked away by some dressed-to-kill vampire, and it had been too hard to follow her. The music was too loud and the lights were too shiny and bright, and there were too many people. I had a headache and I wanted to go home.

I remember I closed my eyes to shut out the strobing lights and leaned my head back, my hand softly caressing my throat. That is when it all began.

‘You look tired,’ a voice said behind me. I felt strong hands on my upper arms, sliding up to my shoulders, starting to massage gently. ‘Headache?’ the voice asked sympathetically.

I nodded my reply, unwilling to do anything that risked the massage stopping.

‘It’s not surprising. This isn’t really your scene, you know.’ One hand slid up my neck and stroked my filigree elf earrings. ‘Elf princess belongs in the woods.’

I murmured my agreement. It was silly to have worn elf ears to a vampire party anyway. I didn’t know why I had. Just because I liked them, I guess, and I never had anywhere to wear them.

‘Why don’t you come and sit down?’ the voice continued, helping me off the bar stool and leading me gently but firmly from behind towards some couches in a darker corner.

Miraculously, one of the couches was empty and I settled down onto it with a huge sigh of gladness. My new friend settled in behind me, letting me rest back against him like a pillow. His hand started stroking my face, my throat, my shoulders, rubbing with practiced skill against the knots in my neck and shoulders. I murmured with pleasure.

‘Oh, you’ve found a pixie for us to play with! Or is it an elf?’ A new voice came from above me. I could have opened my eyes but my head still hurt and I was too comfortable. A different set of hands touched my knees, then slid down to my feet. The new stranger loosened my shoes and removed them, pulling my feet up onto the couch and into his lap.

I purred in pleasure. Shoulder massage and foot massage… I was in bliss.

My headache eased even more at the feeling of soft, cool cloth against my face. I didn’t realize it was a blindfold until the man behind me firmly tightened the silky cloth against my face. My breathing quickened at having random strangers blindfold me without asking, but I loved the feeling of the smooth, cool silken fabric resting against my aching eyes.

The man behind me went back to stroking me, and I purred even louder when the hands stroking me shifted their attention from my shoulders. One hand slid across my cheek to my mouth, a skillful thumb teasing backwards and forwards until my lips parted. The other hand slid downwards underneath my dress, seeking my breasts. I jumped as his hand fully enclosed my breast, rubbing my skin through my bra.

I was mildly shocked about where this was heading, but I had come to the club looking for an adventure after all.

The man sighed in pleasure at my full, rounded breasts. ‘Good princess,’ he murmured in my ear. ‘Let’s put you on display a little.’

I murmured in slight worried anticipation but I didn’t move away. It was too lovely resting back against him and the hand stroking my breasts felt too good. Not to mention the excellent massage from the other man on my feet, sore from hours in high heels.

I jumped to feel him pulling down the front zip of my dress and gently easing my bra-clad breasts out. ‘That’s better,’ he said encouragingly as I gasped to feel myself being half undressed by strangers in full view in a club.

‘It is indeed,’ said the other man approvingly. ‘Such pretty, sexy breasts. It makes me want to know what the rest of her looks like under here.’ As he spoke, he jerked my legs sharply apart and I gasped out loud in shock. My tight skirt was so short that I could feel it riding up onto my hips, exposing my panties.

I blushed, deeply, hotly, behind the blindfold, as I remembered my pretty lace crotchless panties that framed my hips perfectly.

The man at my feet didn’t touch me except for his hands holding my calves and knees firmly apart, but I could feel him looking at me. I flushed in hot embarrassment, tense, wanting to close my legs even as the feeling of his hard thumbs against the inside of my knees turned me on.

‘Oh what a nice surprise,’ he murmured. The man’s hands held my knees tightly, forcing them wide apart. ‘Yes,’ he murmured. ‘We’re going to enjoy using this one.’

I gasped at his words, shocked at his bold statement. I wondered if I should leave. But at some point, without me noticing, the other man’s hands had shifted and he was holding me tightly back against him, one hand in my hair, one hand on my throat holding my chin high so that my head arched back.

‘Good bitch,’ said the man behind me straight into my ear, while I moaned and wondered if I should yell out to stop them. But I loved how they were touching me and holding me and talking to me and talking about me… The voice in my ear continued. ‘Cut that bra off,’ he said, ‘I want her skin on display.’

I panted uncontrollably to feel a cold blade caress my breasts, then I whimpered as scissors cut deftly through the front of my bra, letting my breasts and nipples rise high into the air. I felt exposed and knew that my nipples were large and taut, embarrassingly demonstrating how turned on I was.

‘Good,’ said the man behind me. ‘Much better.’

There was a pause and I knew they were gazing at me, eyes on my breasts, my arched torso, my cunt completely on display between my spread legs. A lazy hand came down from above and started teasing one of my nipples, stroking, pinching, rubbing, twisting… It was as though he knew exactly what to do to turn me on the most, and I heard myself mostly, begging almost, saying ‘yes… yes… yes…’ over and over again, my mouth opening wide and my hips pumping unbidden, for sensation between my legs.

I heard a laugh of pure wicked joy from the man behind me and his grip in my hair tightened. ‘Is the slut wet?’ he asked.

The other man laughed softly in response. His hands were back on my knees. ‘I could smell her when I walked into the bar. Such an erotic animal. She’s ripe and ready for fucking.’

I was on a lounge, my breasts and cunt bare, one man holding my hair, the other man’s hands on my knees. Their words rang in my ears.

Is the slut wet?

Such an erotic animal.

She’s ripe and ready for fucking.

The obscenity of his words made me jump and squirm, feeling desperately exposed with my legs held wide apart, my cunt exposed by my crotchless panties for anyone who wanted to look. His words were embarrassingly true. I could feel how wet my cunt was, hot and needy.

The man kept talking. ‘The slut likes having her legs spread.’ He spoke a quick sentence I didn’t understand. But even I recognized it as fey magic. I jumped to feel the spell land on me, then started to pant, both excited and scared as I realized what he had done. He let go of my legs and I felt him settle back into the far corner of the couch.

I tried to pull my knees and ankles together, but to no avail. He had _magicked _them apart as if an invisible metal rod was holding me spread open.

‘Good animal,’ murmured the man holding my hair into my ear. ‘That will make you nice and easy to fuck later. Now. Tell me what you want inside you.’ As he spoke, his hand kept stroking my nipple, the sensations running from my breasts to my groin making it hard to think straight.

I whimpered in embarrassment, feeling hollow and empty between my legs, a need that was growing greater as I lay here with my legs spread apart. In trying to close my legs, I realized I had only shifted them further open and I wriggled desperately against his hands holding me.

‘Let’s help you decide.’

I whimpered in frustration, I was so needy to rub my legs together.

He kept talking. ‘You want something hard, don’t you? Something that pushes into you and into you and into you… You want it to be wide and ungiving. Something that stretches you. Pushing into you, Forcing you to open up, filling you…’

He laughed at my involuntary whimper of desire. ‘Yes, you do. Let’s put a toy into the animal,’ he said. ‘She can learn what happens to sluts who can’t keep their legs closed.’

The man at the other end of the couch chuckled. I could feel his gaze on my exposed cunt like a laser and I panted, intensely turned on by the feeling.

One finger stroked up and down my pussy, sliding through my wet labia to the sensitive flesh underneath, exploring me. I moaned suddenly and arched my back further. I couldn’t help it. The sensations were so amazing. I didn’t care that I was blindfolded, half naked, on display and being fingered in public in a club.

I sighed in disappointment as the finger went away, then half-screamed to feel the hard roundness of a toy probing between my labia, running up and down the sensitive skin between my entrance and my clit. I felt the toy pushing against my cunt entrance and I couldn’t believe what they were doing to me. I wanted to tell him to stop… But I was so needy, and the rounded toy felt so good pushing against me…

The man didn’t give me much of a chance to object anyway. I screamed as the round end of the toy stretched my entrance and slid into me with a pop.

I didn’t know how they could do this in a club with all the people around… Vaguely I wondered if people were watching. But I decided hedonistically that I couldn’t see if they were and the sensations were too intense for me to care too much.

The toy was big and cold and hard, but I was so wet it slid inside me embarrassingly easily. I blushed as the man pushed it firmly, deeply inside me. I felt so intensely exposed to have a stranger inserting a toy inside my cunt. He pushed it inside as far as it would go, its hilt outside me still holding me open.

I felt him strapping a belt around my waist and upper thighs, then gasped to feel him strapping the toy into me. My body kept clenching involuntarily around it, trying to push it out, but it was tied tightly into me. Suddenly, it started to vibrate with a slow purring hum.

I wanted to moan at them to stop. I didn’t know what they were doing or why. The toy inside me buzzed against my sensitive walls, and I pumped my hips, feeling how insanely wet I was.

‘Good,’ praised the man between my legs. ‘Flip her over,’ he said to the other man, and before I could respond, they had flipped me over onto my knees, the man at my head holding my face down by my hair against his chest.

I tensed as the other man spread my butt cheeks. What was he going to do? I still couldn’t believe what was happening to me but I didn’t want it to step. How were they getting away with this in a public club?

I jumped to feel something cold and slippery push up against my anus. He didn’t ask if I wanted it, simply started to push the hard thing into me. Involuntarily I pushed out against it, and he laughed in pleasure. ‘The slut wants her backside filled too.’

I started to pant as he pushed the second toy inside me. It was big and I felt myself being opened up impossibly wide, not painful but stretched in a way that felt weirdly invasive. He kept pushing steadily and suddenly I felt it slip inside, my butt closing around a thin stem. I sighed in relief, only to feel the thing pushing deeper, opening me up again.

I realized it was a series of anal beads, each with a ribbed surface and I struggled with the sensations as the second large bead slid into me and I felt the toy opening my anus up again for a third…

No-one had ever put such a large toy inside my butt before, and I struggled a bit, panting at the feeling of invasion. The man at my head just held my hair down tighter and I felt my legs slip uncomfortably wide. I was still unable to pull them back together because of the spell they had placed on me and each time they slipped apart, I couldn't bring them back to where they had been before.

The man inserting the toy into me was unrelenting. He didn’t say anything, just held me tightly by the belt he had placed around my hips, and pushed the toy deeply into me until I lost count of the number of beads now deep inside me. Finally, he stopped and my mistreated anus closed around the thick stem.

I felt very full, with the toy in my cunt and the beads in my ass. Then the beads started to vibrate with a slightly sharper pattern than the toy in my cunt. I could feel the two toys against each other inside me. I felt filled, deliciously invaded, a deep part of me loving the sensation and hoping it would never stop.

I started to moan again, still involuntarily bucking my hips, each time able to feel both toys inside me, vibrating and rubbing against each other.

The men moved me physically, awkwardly back into a seated position between them, laying me back against the soft cushions of the couch. My legs were still spread wide apart, and I knew my toy-filled pussy was visible for all the club to see.

‘We’re going to you a bit, I’m afraid.’

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