Chapter 6

Chapter Six

The slithering of the leather belt being removed from the loops of his pants sent a shiver through me, and I closed my eyes and prepared mentally. He was going to whip me. With his belt.

"You embarrassed me," he said in a low voice. "You made a scene for all to see, and I warned you about Marx."

I wanted to scream at him, tell him that if anyone was embarrassed, it was me. I was the one naked, the one about to be collared, about to have a cat tail thrust inside of me, and about to be whipped by his leather belt. All while everyone watched. There would have been no scene if they had simply let me be. Hell, there would have been no scene at all if there weren't several women caged, tied, chained, and captured in this awful, terrifying barn. I could feel Marx's lecherous gaze on my upturned ass. Even though I squeezed my legs tightly together, I worried that my pussy was still on full display for him and his pets to see.

"You insulted our host," he continued.

I almost huffed at the statement. Host? What kind of host made a guest sleep in the barn? What kind of host offered items to be placed around a neck and shoved into an anus?

His boots crunching on the hay as he approached my quivering frame made me want to cry out, even though he hadn't even touched me yet. But I was so fearful of the bite of his belt I shook in anticipation.

He pressed his palm against my naked behind and began to caress. He rubbed small circles while alternating small pats, once again petting me as he would pet a cat—his kitten. He placed the folded leather belt in front of my face then caressed it on my cheek. I could smell the dust, Erik's manly essence, and the thick aroma of what would be the tool used for my punishment.

He was having me see it, feel it, smell it—it was pure torture.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I shook even harder. The buildup was too much, and I wanted him to just do it and get it over with. Now.

"It's just a spanking, my pet," he said softly. "No need to shake so much in fear."

He continued to stroke my bottom, heating the surface skin in the most delightful ways. The discipline was going to hurt, and I was going to cry. There was no way I would be able to take a beating from a belt, and yet the soft touch he gave now caused me to practically… purr.

"Please don't. I'll clean up the mess, and I will?—"

"Lick it up off the ground?" Marx said from the distance.

The bastard. Though I might have gone onto my hands and knees to lick up every single drop if it meant no belting from Erik.

Erik traced his fingertips along the seam of my ass as he pulled apart my legs, then lowered his fingers to my pussy lips and began to pet me in a place no one other than he had before. Tingles of excitement blended with my fear, and my head spun in confusion as my body hummed in need.

Erik patted my pussy lightly before saying, "You are going to be my kitty, Maya. Which means that you don't get to fight me. You aren't allowed to act out like you just did."

The crunch of his boots as he stepped back was quickly replaced with the swish of leather and the crack as it made contact with my poor behind. I didn't cry out at first, because the shock of what just occurred had numbed the pain. My mind was not in tune with my body… yet. But when the belt's second lash fell upon me, there was no holding back the cry. Fire seared my flesh as the punishment truly began. When the third lash rained down, I thought I might die from the pain.

"Please!" I screamed.

"You brought this upon yourself."

The leather fell upon my flesh as I wiggled and writhed to avoid the painful wrath. My only saving grace at this point was that Erik was whipping my behind at such a steady, rapid rate, I no longer paid attention to each individual stroke. Instead, I was able to focus on my breathing as I closed my eyes and bore the discipline. As odd as it was, the spanking seemed to become easier to endure as each wallop occurred. It was as if my body was submitting, therefore the pain became less. Not that it didn't hurt—oh, it burned like the depths of Hades. Tears ran down my face, but I no longer screamed out. I whimpered, I gasped, but I took the punishment as stoically as I could. Pain morphed into submission, and I suddenly wanted to please Erik. I wanted to be a good… kitty.

I surrendered.

I had no choice.

As if Erik could sense my complete internal obedience, the belting mercifully came to an end. Boot crunched against hay once more, and Erik was again caressing my chastened flesh.

"You held position the entire time," he praised. "For that, I ended early. Good girl."

I didn't say anything, but his praise and his touch warmed my core. I had pleased him, and that knowledge gave me a sense of accomplishment I had not encountered before. My head spun with what that all meant, since the only man I had ever tried to please and make proud was my father—a feat I had learned was impossible. Nothing I did pleased the man, so hearing the praise from Erik gave me a sense of pride. I would have to remember that he valued taking a punishment without hysterics—though I wasn't sure I would truly be able to do so every time.

My heart skipped when the realization hit me that I had just visualized another punishment. I had accepted the future with Erik. Was that even a true possibility?

"Marx, would you mind bringing me the collar and the tail?" Erik asked as he continued to run his palm over my ass.

I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see the stable ponies watching, or the hucows, or the caged kitties. I wanted privacy, and the only way I was going to get it was by keeping my eyelids sealed tightly.

Erik placed his lips to my ear, so close his warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of my neck. He gave a very gentle kiss on my neck, which surprised me.

"I'm sorry I punished you for all to see, but you gave me no option," he whispered so only I could hear.

"Here you go," Marx said. "I gave you the tail with the smaller plug attached. I'm sure she has a tight virgin asshole. No need making her meow all night since she took her punishment like a good little kitty."

Marx was a bastard, and I wanted to claw at his face as an angry kitty would.

I flinched when the collar touched my neck. I kept my eyes closed, so every sensation was heightened, but I couldn't bear seeing the pity in the other women's eyes. Erik fastened the collar as I listened to the tiny chime of the bell that hung from the front.

There was a short pause as I waited. Erik wasn't touching me anymore, and I was tempted to open my eyes and turn to see. Was he still there? I hadn't heard the crunch of boots, which also meant Marx was still standing near me. Erik was allowing him to watch the entire collaring and plugging.

I jumped when a cool, wet finger touched my anus. It felt different than the time before—slicker.

He circled my entrance, coating it with the lube before he pressed his fingertip past my puckered hole, inserting his digit all the way in. The sensation wasn't foreign, and in an odd way, I enjoyed it. It reminded me of the night before and the erotic sensations I'd experienced.

"I'm adding a second finger," he said as I gasped. The stretch of my hole stung, and it shamed me that the sensation was also pleasurable.

In and out, he eased his two fingers. They slid in, then slid out. Each movement hurt, but in a good way. I gasped, moaned, and writhed against the bale, scraping my belly and mound with the prickly straw. The wetness on my face from my tears was nearly dry, but a new wetness from my sex coated my inner thighs. When he removed his fingers, I had to fight the urge not to beg for him to place them back inside me.

"I'm placing the tail in you now. Take a deep breath and relax. This is going to bite, but if you tense up, it will only be worse."

My heart stopped, and my stomach flipped, but I did as he asked. I was terrified what it would feel like if I didn't follow his command.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," I mumbled against the hay, preparing for the invasion.

The foreign object pressed at my entrance, and very slowly, Erik inserted it. My tiny hole was much too small for something so large, and I panicked that I would tear or even rip in two.

"It's too big," I cried as every muscle in my body tightened. "Please, no. Please."

"Take a deep breath. I'm going slow, and it will fit. We have to get the base past the ring of your hole, and then this initial pain you feel will ease."

I drew a deep breath again and concentrated on relaxing my body. Erik would show me no mercy when it came to enduring this tail, so I needed to accept. I had no choice.

He pushed a little more, the plug popped inside, and as he promised, the sharp pain did ease, but the stretching threatened to steal every breath I took.

With the pushing stopped, I took that time to adjust to the sensations. Every second that went by did get easier.

"Are you doing all right? We're almost done."

It was so big, it did sting, and I wanted to plead for him to stop. And yet, I also wanted to please Erik again. The submission still ran strong through my veins, so I nodded.

The minute I did so, Erik pressed the tail all the way inside me. I cried out—more out of surprise than pain. I felt full, stretched, but not necessarily in pain.

Erik pulled me off my stomach, sat down on the bale of hay, and placed me in his lap in the most fluid of motions. "That's a good girl. You did very well."

He pressed my head to his shoulder so I could cuddle in the arc of his neck. His smell soothed me, so intoxicating, yet so undistinguishable. I just knew he smelled of man. All man.

My ass was tender from the belting, and the tail rested heavy inside me. I whimpered when he adjusted me so he could spread my legs as he still held me firmly against him. When I tried to close them, he swatted my inner thigh, silently commanding me to keep them wide. I flinched when his hand rested on my mound, but settled down when his touch was so gentle. He began to pet my pussy—his pussy. He caressed my thatch of hair as one would stroke the fur of a cat, and once again, if I could have purred, I would have.

Pain, surrender, domination, and the most loving care afterward caused my entire body to hum. Life surged through me, and although I remained confused and my mind was at constant war with my body, my body won this battle. I would sit there all day in Erik's arms while he petted my pussy and kissed me gently on the head, if he would allow it. If being his meant this type of affection—affection I had never received in my entire life—then maybe the turn of events with the hijacking wasn't exactly the worst thing that could have happened to me. Who knew what was waiting for me in Seattle when we landed.

"Erik, I never would have pegged you as a Daddy, but clearly you are cut out for it," Marx said, breaking my luxurious bliss, "but I'm hungry. Why don't you put your new pet in the cage with my kitties. She'll be just fine there. We'll bring them dinner after we're done."

Erik stopped petting between my legs, and I released a small whimper. He looked down at me with a smile then lifted me off his lap, forcing me to open my eyes and face my reality for the first time since my belting.

I stood on wobbly legs, squinting against the setting sun shining through the large wood planks in the barn ceiling, feeling as if my face was on fire. The shame, the humiliation that I hadn't hated everything that had been done to me, made me want to hide from Erik's captivating brown eyes.

Erik shook his head and pointed at the ground. "Crawl."

I opened my mouth to object, but the pressure in my asshole reminded me I was now a kitty . So, for the first time in my life, I got down on hands and knees and crawled after him as he led me to the cage holding the other females.

The hay cushioned the ground, but the sharp straw stabbed at my knees and palms. I tried to maneuver as gracefully as I could, but it seemed impossible to move without something poking into my flesh. Plus, I was so distracted with the movement of the long black cat tail that hung from the cleft of my ass and tickled the backs of my thighs as I tried to move like a cat.

Marx opened the cage and stood to the side so I could crawl inside. The other three women cowered to the back of the cage as if fearful of what Marx might do. They were skittish in their movements, much like feral barn cats would act.

"Mama kitty," Marx began, "I would like for you to give this baby kitten a bath. Her pussy is dirty from her most recent behavior."

I froze at the words, staring at a woman who obediently crawled toward me. I wasn't all the way in the cage and was reminded of that when Marx nudged me in the butt with the toe of his boot to keep me crawling. I looked over my shoulder at Erik with pleading eyes.

He nodded. "Go on, Maya. Do as Marx asks."

It wasn't the thought of punishment that had me crawling forward again, but rather the way Erik softly commanded for me to do so. It seemed as if he did care for my well-being and didn't want me to be punished harshly for disobedience from a man who I had a pretty good idea was completely unhinged.

"Lie on your back and spread your legs," Erik ordered the moment the cage door clicked shut.

There wasn't much room in the cage. Even if the female pets were allowed to stand, the cage was not high enough for that. The length and width were more accommodating. There would be enough room for four women to lie down and fully spread out, but there wouldn't be much more room after that. There would maybe be enough room for one more woman after I claimed my spot.

A woman—who I assumed was the mama kitty—crawled my way. Her black fingernails had been filed into pointy claws, and she also had tattoos of paw prints around her green eyes. With every move of her body, her little bell jingled beneath her neck.

I glanced at Erik one more time before doing as he said. Lying on my back, I spread my legs and stared at the bars of the cage above as I tried to mentally prepare for the unknown.

The woman crawled up to me and lowered her head to my pussy. Without waiting for another command, she swiped her tongue from my kitty tail all the way to the top of my mound. I gasped and arched my back at the same time.

The sensation sent electricity through me. It was too intense, so I moved my hands to block the woman from doing it again. As if she knew what would happen, she grabbed my hands and put them at my side. She looked at me with those big green eyes and subtly shook her head. There was warning in her gaze.

I swallowed hard and balled my fists at my sides, not wanting to upset Erik again. My ass still hurt, and the fear of another spanking sealed my wrists to the bottom of the cage. The woman placed her tongue at my anus again then ran her tongue all the way to my clit. She did this repeatedly, licking every inch of my sex. She bathed my most intimate of spots as a mama cat would bathe her kitten… all while the men watched. The embarrassment heated me as much as the sexual act.

Lick after lick.

Moan after moan… my moans .

"That's enough for one day," Erik mercifully cut in.

It wasn't that I wasn't enjoying it, but I worried that with another swipe of her tongue, my moans would rattle the barn walls. Something told me this act of bathing was not meant to give me pleasure.

Marx boomed, "All right, my pets. Please welcome our guest to your cage. We'll return with dinner later. If there is any disobedience at all, you'll be whipped soundly."

With that, the two men exited the barn, leaving me with my fellow pets.