PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 WIP | BONUS: Intoxicated
Waking is not an easy thing.
It comes to you in starts and fits. At first you are only aware of brightness all around you before you fade back to nothing. Again, you surface and this time you can almost make out browns and copper tones beyond the light before your exhausted mind drags you down again. You can't even find the energy to panic through this cycle as you slowly become aware of your body. Arms pulled uncomfortably behind you. The painfully hard chair you've been placed on. Something wrapped around your face holding your mouth open, leaving it dry. Something inside you.
Your vision finally sharpens enough that you can tell where you are - some hunting cabin, judging by the décor and the aging kitchen appliances. You've been tied to one of the wooden dining chairs and sat in the kitchen facing the cabinets and away from the rest of the room.
You shift to try and see more of where she has placed you and instantly regret the action as the things inside you shift and your head throbs. You snap your eyes shut and moan - embarrassingly loudly with your mouth so open. The pain is intense, and for a moment you are sent spinning back into the blinding light.
Then, like an angel, she appears at your side. You are unsure if her sudden appearance is from the lightness of her steps or the disorienting pounding in your head. Gently, she shushes you and places a hand in your hair. She pulls gently and encourages you to lean back as she slowly spills water through the gag. It's an awkward thing, swallowing with your jaw held open, and you end up choking and coughing half of the offered water up and over your naked body. She chuckles and blows on your nipples, causing you to clench on the things inside you and yelp. It's enough to pull you further from your delirium and you panic again wondering what was in the water you did swallow.
She leans over you, pressing her body into yours - you're terrified by how much her warmth on your form makes you shudder with need - and returns holding a gift that jingles gently as she holds it, her smile sharp and eyes gleaming.
“I wanted you to be awake for this, morsel,” She says as she wraps it around your throat, “So you'd know exactly what it meant.” You cant really thrash away, bound as you are, but you do try. The jerking motion upsets her attempts to buckle the thing enough her eyes turn cold. A clawed hand wraps about your jaw, digging the sharp points of her claws into the meat of your face.
“I'ng 'owy,” you moan in terror.
“Be Still.” She hisses and tightens the grip to a bruising force.
Once she has you collared, she pulls back and admires her work, humming softly before standing and walking past you into the parts of the cabin you can't see.
Taking stock of your body now, you realize that you can't feel the stinging of your wounds. You look, as much as you can, and realize that she has cleaned them, bandaged them, and even stitched up a nasty cut you hardly remember getting on your hip.
With each move, the bell at your neck jingles prettily. It makes you want to scream.
She is gone for a time. It gives you a chance to explore your surroundings and bindings, as much as your limited movement will allow. You trace the gag with your tongue where it sits behind your teeth as you see if there is hope of twisting out of whatever she tied your hands with. Whatever it is is buttery soft and has no give. The kitchen is full of knives and they fill you with as much dread as hope as you wonder just what this cat wants with you.
There is one knife in particular, a long one of dark Damascus steel with a handle of antler or bone, that your eyes keep returning too. It sits proposed on a shelf with a small light shining down on it. You are certain she means to use it on you. You are certain she means to use most of them on you, but this one seems left there to taunt you. It has the aura of a weapon that has killed someone.
The fact she lets you hear her come up behind you is frightening too. And her sharp claws following the path of your tongue against the gag makes you let out an involuntary moan of denial.
“'O, 'esh,” you beg, but she ignores you.
“Hopefully this will just be for today, pet,” She says, like you're her lover and not a captive, “I just needed to make sure you were forced to follow as many rules as possible on your first night. Wouldn't want to unjustly punish you,” Her hand comes up and cards through your hair, making you sob, “That wouldn't be fair, now would it.”
She pulls away and you whine for reasons you won't let yourself admit yet. She laughs behind you and it's almost cute.
Then the things inside you start to move.
And that is how she leaves you for what feels like hours.
You can't help the noises that fall from your mouth as the vibrators she's pushed into both of your holes start to pulse a-rhythmically. The sounds you make are full of half screams and gasps as you desperately try to hold on to your composure and propriety. You can not see her, but you can feel her predatory gaze on you as you shake and cry and clench your teeth against the unforgiving gag. She will not let you hide. Not here. Not in her den.
She steps before you, another vibrator in her hand, and dread surges through you so white hot you slip back into that unconscious space.
“'Leash, ‘leash, ’o. 'Ait." you beg her, but she has little mercy to give you. She presses the little bullet between your legs. You thrash ineffectually against your binds, twisting your wrists against the soft coils until they're raw and you're moaning in pain as much as pleasure.
She laughs and tells you how pretty your noises are.
She rakes her claws down your side as you fall into the first orgasm. You can feel the warmth of your own blood slipping down to pool on the chair and drip to the floor.
She chuckles as you beg for mercy as she forces out the second. Her voice shatters any resolve you had to fight as it carries the sharp sounds of her teeth sliding together.
By the fifth, your head has fallen forward and you drool down your body, barely making noises consciously anymore. She finally takes away the toy and the other two turn off, leaving you numb and shivering. Distantly, your head throbs in a mix of overstimulation and the still lingering effects of your non consensual nap.
She blows at your nipples again and this time you barely flinch. Only let out a token moan of what you swear to yourself is denial.
“Now that you're all nice and pliant, we can discuss todays plans” She sits back and presses a claw between your breasts, “We're going to start by going through a punishment,” Her claw breaks skin and you can only manage a whimper as a thin line of blood trails down to your navel, “I want to make sure you know exactly what happens when you break rules and piss me off,” the sudden slice of her claw down an inch makes you cry out, but she just smiles and continues, “First, I'm going to see what impact works well for you. What disciplines you and what you enjoy,” you're barely aware of her words as the searing pain in your chest grows worse as she presses deeper into the wound, twisting her claw, “Then I'll show you all the fun places I can put you when you need a time out,” she withdraws her claw and you watch in terror as the red of your blood matts the fur of her paw, “Maybe I won't show you the barn today, just the cage, and the box, maybe the fireplace,” Her teeth flash as she runs her pink tongue across her paw and the essence of your life, “I'd say I don't want to scare you, but that face you're making is so cute. Precious.” Her paw draws back and she slaps you, claws out, swiping thin lines of fire across the smarting of your cheek.
This time you manage to scream and throw your body away from the pain. This is a mistake and likely exactly what she wanted as you upset the chair and crash to the floor and into the small pool of your own blood. One of her massive foot-paws comes up and rests by your head. You can see her foot-claws better now. They're huge, and you consider for a second that she could kill you so easily. You desperately bite back the urge to scream.
“Silly thing. Wait there while I get what I need to train you," She stands and regards you with those piercing eyes for a second, “I think we'll let that little scrape on your face bleed with your chest. Give you some chores to worry about tomorrow when we go over tasks, ah” she looks away and sighs almost wearily, “Training is so fun but there's so much to get through.”
Things left
- A punishment (Impact with a few different devices)
- Showing off the Cage (In the living room by the back door to freeze you), Box (Under the bed, full sensory deprivation), Fireplace (Violently hot metal to burn you, the most terrifying and she won't leave you there long. Shows this one last. Causes POV to freak out and beg to be good)
- Being good: Fucking POV with her particularly mean strap (Slater but bigger as a ref?) and carving something into the POV's back with the knife from before (POV can not see it, but knows what knife it is)