Pussy Catt
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Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
947
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Bound
Hey! This is Malissa. I'm not crazy about the other chapters, so I might replace them. I'm going to be going from Kayla and Calico's points of views (Chapter by chapter) from now on. Hope it's better. Give me your opinion: 3rd or 1st person alternations? I think I write better in 1st person.
Anyway, enjoy! Please rate of review!
RATED:NC-17 (But I think I accidentally put "˜R' on the outside. Sorry.)
DESCRIPTION (For this chapter): Calico's POV. Calico knows there's something special about this girl"¦something powerful. They meet and plan an escape"¦which collapses .
Pussy Catt: Chapter two "Bound"
I just let her stare at me. I hadn't realized it, but I was staring at her too. It almost made me sick to my stomach to see her kiss that man. After she had drunk in my entire face, she'd been forced to look at him"¦to kiss him. God. What was the world coming to? Poor girl. And that dress had to hurt. All those ribbons and that tight neckline. I could remove it for her"¦and free that long, blond hair from it's well-ribboned prison as well.
Geez, that's sick, Calico. You're a fucking perv. She's fourteen! Yet I felt like I'd known her all my life. Like half of me was smiling and going "˜Geez, girl, how DID you manage to get yourself into this predicament?' Geez seems to be the popular word of the day. I hate it. The word, that is. Not her, the strange girl who was up there, and would never look at me again.
She nearly floated down from the podium, hot with embarrassment from the kiss, which I assumed had been her first. Every fucking adult in the room was looking the girl up, sizing her, drinking in with their eyes her youth and beauty. "˜Poor Girl', my mind repeated.
Well, if she was going to be embarrassed to talk to me, I would go up to her. Be a fucking man, Calico.
She was standing near the long table of drinks, sipping something her parents wouldn't approve of, I was sure. I pushed past people, trying to reach her. Nonchalance had never been on of my finer qualities. But she seemed to be moving in my direction as well. Not looking at me, though, not me.
"I've never seen you before. Are you a noble?" Beautiful lines escaped her lips, sautéed in a light French accent. I hadn't realized we were close enough to talk.
"No. Sorry," I said, brushing myself off playfully, "Do I look like one?" She giggled. I had made her giggle.
"Yes, I suppose, but you donoundound like one." A pinch of haughtiness that only comes from well-fed, well pampered rich girls like her was added into her speech recipe. I almost laughed at how ignorant she sounded.
"You going to marry him?" I asked, turning my head in the direction of Derick - boy.
She leaned in closer to me, her mouth near my ear, driven by something incredibly powerful and whispered, "Not if I can help it." She was tipsy. Not drunk, (after only one drink), but her inexperience with alcohol had made this first drink more potent. Why had I asked that question at all? What, was she going to turn around and jump into my arms, say "˜screw it' and marry me? No. No, she knew me less than she knew him maybe. Certainly not more. She hadn't been kissing me up there. Yet, there was some strange bond between us that was inexplicable.
She dragged me over to the drinks table and grabbed one for herself, handing me one as well.
"Do you do everything your parents tell you?" What a stupid question. Of coarse she did. She was Dutch. Almost a princess, I think. Maybe she was.
"I try not to, but I'm not fond of pain." She was drunk now. Funny how it expanded her vocabulary. And she was eyeing a third drink. I was feeling strange myself. What was in these drinks?
"They would hurt you?" I asked sympathetically, leaning closer to her. I could swear the temperature went up a few degrees in that hall.
"Yes," she said, almost"¦crying. The bond grew stronger, uncontrollable. "Hold me" she whined pathetically, and fell into my arms. I was in a trance, the bond blinding me.
I looked to see where her parents were. Her mother looked as though she were looking for the girl, but she hadn't seen me yet. It could only be her mother, as the resemblance between them was frightening. Her father was happily chatting with friends. I ducked lower in the thick crowd and put her fully in my arms, concealing her the most.
What am I doing? I'm smuggling a semi- princess (possibly against her will, after all she WAS drunk) out of her betrothal ceremony. I'm going nuts. But no one stopped me as I slipped past the door, into the night air. I didn't waste time for sight seeing. I plowed through the thin crowd of people in the courtyard, laying as low as possible.
Where was I going to take this girl?! Back to the ship, that was the only possibility. And I knew it was crazy, but I also knew there was a connection between us. I could feel her breathing, blowing crisp night air onto my neck. Her smell was so"¦exciting, mixing pleasantly with my nervousness.
Suddenly I was out of the crowd. I didn't look back. I broke into a run, air whipping past my body through my white suit. Faster and faster and faster. I was terrified, excited, pumped with adrenaline. The harbor wasn't far, and I spotted "˜The Trojan Horse' not far away. I could make it in a few minutes, at this speed. No one was there to see me run so fast"¦
And no one was there to see me trip.
Anyway, enjoy! Please rate of review!
RATED:NC-17 (But I think I accidentally put "˜R' on the outside. Sorry.)
DESCRIPTION (For this chapter): Calico's POV. Calico knows there's something special about this girl"¦something powerful. They meet and plan an escape"¦which collapses .
Pussy Catt: Chapter two "Bound"
I just let her stare at me. I hadn't realized it, but I was staring at her too. It almost made me sick to my stomach to see her kiss that man. After she had drunk in my entire face, she'd been forced to look at him"¦to kiss him. God. What was the world coming to? Poor girl. And that dress had to hurt. All those ribbons and that tight neckline. I could remove it for her"¦and free that long, blond hair from it's well-ribboned prison as well.
Geez, that's sick, Calico. You're a fucking perv. She's fourteen! Yet I felt like I'd known her all my life. Like half of me was smiling and going "˜Geez, girl, how DID you manage to get yourself into this predicament?' Geez seems to be the popular word of the day. I hate it. The word, that is. Not her, the strange girl who was up there, and would never look at me again.
She nearly floated down from the podium, hot with embarrassment from the kiss, which I assumed had been her first. Every fucking adult in the room was looking the girl up, sizing her, drinking in with their eyes her youth and beauty. "˜Poor Girl', my mind repeated.
Well, if she was going to be embarrassed to talk to me, I would go up to her. Be a fucking man, Calico.
She was standing near the long table of drinks, sipping something her parents wouldn't approve of, I was sure. I pushed past people, trying to reach her. Nonchalance had never been on of my finer qualities. But she seemed to be moving in my direction as well. Not looking at me, though, not me.
"I've never seen you before. Are you a noble?" Beautiful lines escaped her lips, sautéed in a light French accent. I hadn't realized we were close enough to talk.
"No. Sorry," I said, brushing myself off playfully, "Do I look like one?" She giggled. I had made her giggle.
"Yes, I suppose, but you donoundound like one." A pinch of haughtiness that only comes from well-fed, well pampered rich girls like her was added into her speech recipe. I almost laughed at how ignorant she sounded.
"You going to marry him?" I asked, turning my head in the direction of Derick - boy.
She leaned in closer to me, her mouth near my ear, driven by something incredibly powerful and whispered, "Not if I can help it." She was tipsy. Not drunk, (after only one drink), but her inexperience with alcohol had made this first drink more potent. Why had I asked that question at all? What, was she going to turn around and jump into my arms, say "˜screw it' and marry me? No. No, she knew me less than she knew him maybe. Certainly not more. She hadn't been kissing me up there. Yet, there was some strange bond between us that was inexplicable.
She dragged me over to the drinks table and grabbed one for herself, handing me one as well.
"Do you do everything your parents tell you?" What a stupid question. Of coarse she did. She was Dutch. Almost a princess, I think. Maybe she was.
"I try not to, but I'm not fond of pain." She was drunk now. Funny how it expanded her vocabulary. And she was eyeing a third drink. I was feeling strange myself. What was in these drinks?
"They would hurt you?" I asked sympathetically, leaning closer to her. I could swear the temperature went up a few degrees in that hall.
"Yes," she said, almost"¦crying. The bond grew stronger, uncontrollable. "Hold me" she whined pathetically, and fell into my arms. I was in a trance, the bond blinding me.
I looked to see where her parents were. Her mother looked as though she were looking for the girl, but she hadn't seen me yet. It could only be her mother, as the resemblance between them was frightening. Her father was happily chatting with friends. I ducked lower in the thick crowd and put her fully in my arms, concealing her the most.
What am I doing? I'm smuggling a semi- princess (possibly against her will, after all she WAS drunk) out of her betrothal ceremony. I'm going nuts. But no one stopped me as I slipped past the door, into the night air. I didn't waste time for sight seeing. I plowed through the thin crowd of people in the courtyard, laying as low as possible.
Where was I going to take this girl?! Back to the ship, that was the only possibility. And I knew it was crazy, but I also knew there was a connection between us. I could feel her breathing, blowing crisp night air onto my neck. Her smell was so"¦exciting, mixing pleasantly with my nervousness.
Suddenly I was out of the crowd. I didn't look back. I broke into a run, air whipping past my body through my white suit. Faster and faster and faster. I was terrified, excited, pumped with adrenaline. The harbor wasn't far, and I spotted "˜The Trojan Horse' not far away. I could make it in a few minutes, at this speed. No one was there to see me run so fast"¦
And no one was there to see me trip.