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A new Pet, for a Pet. ( freckled_beauty x Wolfy )

Chelsea squeaked, blushing red as she was led into the room, her eyes darting to everyone.
She shook her head trying to clear out the fog a bit, "W-what's going on?" she whimpered softly as Nanet stood infront of her in the circle, a hand reaching out from the crowed and caressing her round ass for a moment before retreating, causing the young feline to flush all over again. Whispers and catcalls started running through the group clients, as they leered at the girls, obviously used to whatever it was Nanet was used to doing.
 
Nanet's eyes were down cast and then she glanced to her own Master who gave a simple nod of his head for her to begin. "Just follow my lead kitty." She whispered into her ear and her lips crashed down on top of hers with out hesitation, and giving no mind to the people around.

Nanet had never liked to preform and wasn't in love with the idea of other people getting to see Chelsea.
 
Chelsea's ears stood at attention, eyes wide in shock before slowly dropping half closed, a purr building inside. Between all the tugging and ass smacking tonight and the first real attention she'd gotten from Nanet in a while, the poor kitten was wet almost immediately, and she quickly found herself losing the battle to control her sexdrive. Eyes flashing briefly, she broke the kiss to let out a loud meow and fell to her knees quickly, looking up to Nanet, patiently awaiting orders.

A clearing of the throat caused most heads to turn towards Nanet's owner, who grinned at the sight.
"Now you may have noticed this young girl's flustered expressions tonight, unlike my lovely Nanet, whom many of you know has been around for a long time, this little girl is a new addition to my collection --- and she's... special." his grin grew as Chelsea barely paid him any mind, it was like she couldn't even hear him, so focused she was on her Mistress. "Now I've a little treat in-store for you all in a moment, but first I'd like to show what makes this little pet so special." he grinned putting a leash onto the girl's collar and handing it to Nanet. "I'd like you to walk her around the circle, let everyone get a closer look at her." he instructed.
 
Nanet listened to her Master her eyes growing wide at the command. Closer look? she thought. She looked down at the leash that he placed in to her hand. A closer look always invoked touching, pulling, and allowing strangers to be that close to her pet.

Nanet knew that this was a test for her, but she thought it to be cruel and unfair. Her master knew well Nanet was posive of Chelsea. She did not speak on her emotions nor did she hesitate to tug Chelsea along starting in one corner of the room and moving around from person to person, until they were back in the middle of the room.

"Good girl." Nanet said softly rubbing Chelsea's ears.
 
Chelsea frowned at first, as she was pulled along the crowed, hands reaching out to eagerly grope her plump ass and breasts. Her tail was yanked and tugged on, testing to see how real it seemed, and she let out muffled whimpers as her ears got pulled and tugged at. Regardless of her discomfort, she was hot and eager by the time they came back, mewing desperately and rubbing herself close against Nanet, much to the laughter of the crowed who'd just molested her. Any and everyone could tell her discomfort and her almost instant relief when Nanet praised her at the end,

"She's quite the eager little one." he mused, addressing the crowed again. "And the more worked up she get's the harder it is to resist her Mistress' orders. It's a very useful feature, can cut down training time by a fair bit, my pet has kept this little kitten desperate and needy for your viewing pleasure tonight." he nodded and waved to Nanet to start her show.
 
Nanet smiled releasing her pet of the collar and tossed it aside. She pulled her close kissing her deeply holding her very close. She easily brought them to the ground and was on top of Chelsea going down on her. Kissing her neck and collar bone and groping her breast. As her right hand fondeled her chest the left slipped between her legs and teased her wet slit.
 
Chelsea growled at the words the man spoke, being silenced quickly with Nanet's lips, wide eyed as she melted under the woman's touch.

"Mrrrrrrooowwww." she cooed softly, eyes deep blue and sparkling as she looked up at her mistress, lifting her hips up to meet the woman's fingertips as a whimper fell out from between her lips.
 
Nanet smiled as she moved her fingers faster out of her pet. When Nanet knew she was on the edge of orgasm she pulled her fingers out and leaned away from her pet. She spread her legs for her and motioned for her to come closer. For her to go down on on her mistress.
 
Chelsea let out an almost painful moan as she was left hanging on the edge of release, her face and body begging for release as Nanet leaned back and spread her legs, waving the desperate feline forward. The poor girl could only pant for a moment as she pulled herself up and crawled on her hands and knees, falling once on the way - her body shaking so much. Barely feeling another stinging slap on her behind she dove her face in-between Nanet's legs, eagerly starting to lap at her folds as guests clapped and cheered at her desperate behavior. As she began pleasing the girl, Nanet's master placed the handle of a long black riding crop in his pet's hands, giving her a sly look.
 
Nanet gave a loud meow as Chelsea began to lap at her wet folds. Nanet turned feeling her master place the riding crop in to her hand. She looked up at him and gave a small smile. She gripped it and gave Chelsea a few swats on her bare ass. She was curious to know what kind of reaction she would get out of her pet.
 
Chelsea let out a hot, yeowl of pleasure as she dug her face further into Nanet's wet folds, the sharp sting of the leather on her ass causing her libido to go into overdrive as she lapped and slurped at her Mistress. She was desperate now, she had to taste Nanet's cum. She had to hear her moaning for her pet. Chelsea placed her entire mouth over the felines sex, pressing forward and thrusting her tongue deep inside her folds to lap away at her core. After a few moments, Nanet's master yanked Chelsea's head back by her roots, her mistress juices glinting in the light and dripping down her chin as she mewed and pulled against his grip, desperate to dive back between the legs of her owner.

"And this little slut kitten hasn't had any training for this yet, this is the result of my experiment in it's early stages. Her state of being while in heat is completely secondary to her Mistress' demands." he grinned releasing the poor kitten, still pulling hard against his iron grip and watching her dive back to her goal, slipping her tongue and fingers back into Nanet's slit, desperate to make her cum, not even pausing as he slapped her hard on her ass, leaving a bright red hand-print burning before motioning to his pet again to keep up the pressure with the riding crop.
 
Natnet mewed in almost agony when Master pulled Chelsea away from her. She then screamed coming all over Chelsea's face. She purred with content moving away from her pet. She turned to the crowd hearing them clap and her master smiled showing the show was over. Nanet stood to her feet stroking Chelsea's hair. She bowed her head just slightly before leading her pet away.
 
Chlesea felt her tail being tugged at as she was led away, slightly unsteady on her feat, and face still covered, she stumbled slightly as echo of chuckles springing up behind her as on the way back to Nanet's bathroom Her head still foggy and a little dazed and she mewed softly, the very tips of her ears turning a shade of red as her body started registering the embarrassment, even if her mind had yet to catch up.
 
Nanet took a wet cloth wiping off Chelsea's face. She then placed a simple white dress on her, but fit much like the maid outfit did. She smiled touching Chelsea's ears.
"There. We still have about an hour left for the guest. We can almost go to bed." She giggled stretching. She placed on a black dress and turned to look at Chelsea who still looked very dazed and red. "Hey. Snap out of it." Nanet commanded opening the door and grabbed her hand guiding her back down stairs. Immediately the girls were put back to work. She frowned as she was pulled away from Chelsea.

A man approached Chelsea leading her to another room. Nanet moved to follow but was stopped by her own Master.
"But-"
"No. He merely wanted a better look at her." He said coldly to Nanet who frowned.
 
Chelsea looked back over her shoulder, meowing worriedly at Nanet, ears fallen downwards as she was ushered into the room, the door shutting behind them. The little kitten trembled, stepping away from this new person, eyes watching the man wearily as he just grinned, before coming close and stroking her face softly causing her ears to press close against her head.

"Now calm down little slut." he whispered, her face burning red again at the insult, even as she felt herself growing wet again at his touch. 'Oh no...' she thought as as tears welled up in her eyes, 'not again, not with this too...' he pressed his lips to her neck and pulled her shirt over her shoulders, tossing it aside before groping her breasts. A soft, terrified whimper escaped her lips as a salty tear rolled down her cheek. Her entire body was on fire, but she shook like a leaf under his touch.

It took a moment to register that this time was different. She was turned on by his touch, horribly so, beginning to ache again to be felt up by Nanet, her lips, her soft hands, her tongue... But that was just it. It was Nanet her body was craving, not this man. She felt no desire for him, no hesitance at his words, no authority behind his voice. But.. how... why? Why wasn't her mind being clouded like before? What was going on this time?

"Good little slut." he grinned, squeezing her breasts so roughly she let out a soft cry of pain as the tears fell more freely now, and barely even knowing what she was doing she started pawing her clawless hands weakly against him, struggling under his touch even while she began to burn with desire to be fucked hard, but the only image in her head was of her Mistress pushing her hard against a bed, her lips fiercely pressing against her own, a strap on slamming hard into her tight---

"MERRROW!" Chelsea screamed, raking her non-extant claws at her assaulter as feirly as she could manage, her fingernails alone raking into his shirt and ripping holes in it. Her heart thundered in her chest as she wiggled and squirmed, crying out loudly as she slipped free from his grasp.

"What the--" the man muttered before a slow grin formed across his lips. "Listen you little mongrel, if you want to play rough so be it." he growled, lunging at her and twisting her squirming body around a she continued to scream and cry out, desperate to get away again.
 
Nanet jumped hearing her pet Meow. She quickly moved but was stopped by her tail being pulled. She growled. "LET GO!" She hollered on the defensive. She didn't care who was holding her tail all she cared about was helping her pet. She turned her class bared and swiped her master across the cheek leaving scratches not deep enough to cause harm but enough to bring about his anger. She quickly went to the room and tried the door.

"Chelsea?" She called knocking on the door. She jumped hearing a bang. She whimpered and quickly tried to open the door.
She had to jiggle the knob before the door finally gave way. Nanet didnt hesitate.She scratched the man across his face leaving long bloody scratches. She then pulled Chelsea into her arms holding her close. She watched the man with hard eyes easily ready to attack him if her Master did not step in. The other guest had been dismissed at Nanet's outburst.
 
Nanet's Master entered the room, furious, the light red marks evident across his face. He looked over to see his pet cradling the girl protectively in her arms, glaring hard at the man who'd assaulted Chelsea. He paused for a moment, taking this in, smiling inwardly. So it seems Nanet cared for her pet quite a bit more than he'd anticipated.... Hm.... that could be useful.....

He turned his attention to Chelsea, who was mewing and shivering like a leaf in her arms, eyes wide with terror and... lust. Deep, longing barely contained inside her small frame. Even after all she'd just been through she was helpless to her enhanced base feline desires he'd given her, so much more emotional than Nanet ever could be, so much more of a desperate need, but so physically helpless. She'd turned out to be more perfect that he'd intended.

"Get out." He growled, at the man who was struggling to his feet, eying the two girls carefully. He looked like he was about to say something but her Master cut him off. "And if you ever touch my property again I'll have you fed to wolves." he muttered, lips pulling back into a snarl.

(This would be longer but I need to dash to work. I'll be around again in a few hours~)
 
Nanet watched the man leave and looked down at Chelsea who was still trembling in her arms. She kissed her to help her calm down.

"It's okay. No one will hurt you as long as I'm around." She promised glancing at her master then looked down at the floor and continued to stroke her hair.
 
"Go." her master ordered angrily, gesturing to Chelsea and Nanet and pointing to the door. Tears started falling freely down Chelsea's face as the poor girl struggled to her feet, nearly falling on her ass her legs shaking so hard. She was in no position to walk all the way back to the bedroom.
 
Nanet let Chelsea climb on to her back and she carried her to the room. She opened the door and then placed Chelaea on to the bed.
 
"Mrrrowwww." Chelsea cried out, wrapping her arms and legs around Nanet, refusing to let go as she forced her Mistress down on top of her in the bed. She licked the side of Nanet's cheek softly, and nuzzled hard into her shoulder as she mewed. Scared, hurt, and insatiably horny all at the same time.
 
Nanet's eyes widened as Chelsea pinned her to the bed and licked her cheek. "Meoooww." She cried as Chelsea nuzzled in to her shoulder and licked her cheek. Nanet her self was still in heat but had learned how to deal with it.
 
Chelsea mewed desperately in response rubbing her wet sex against her Mistress' leg before pressing her lips hard to Nanet's mouth, her body a furnace of desire and pent up heat.
 
Her pale yellow eyes brightened and glowed when Chelsea's lips crushed down on top of her own. Though what sent Nanet over the edge was the feeling of Chelsea's sex against her leg. She growled flipping over and pinning her to the bed.

"I am your mistress!" She growled holding her to the bed. "I am the one who commands you never the reverse!" She said holding her to the bed and smirked "For not understanding you'll be punished." She said
 
Chelsea yowled under Nanet's grasp, her ears flattened against her skull as she squirmed under the far stronger woman, a light hiss escaping her lips as she tried to thrust her hips upwards before falling against the bed, defeated. Even as a storm raged within her, she pouted and cried out softly in apology for dismaying her Mistress. Chelsea's bright blue eyes sparkled as she bowed her head, submitting to the dominate female, worried what she ment by that.
 
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