Tail Between Her Legs
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
6,913
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A Whisper
After Diane forcefully helped her into the scrap of glittery material classified falsely as a costume, she was plopped down in front of a tall brightly lit mirror. With a high note of contemplation another girl swooped down and hovered over her face, powdering it carefully. White smoke billowed into the in fat puffs, nearly suffocating the still slightly stunned cat demon. She narrowed her gaze, eyes flashing.
“Wench,” Kyra said in a growl, her anger beginning to simmer. “Quit with this foolish treatment before I have to tear off those stupid little fingers of yours one by one,”
The young woman lavishing her attention over the demon’s makeup gave an indignant snort and seemed not overly phased by the threat, casually brushing over her cheekbones with rouge and brightening her lips with a smear of color. She then held her eyelids shut as she sprinkled some sparkling substance from a tiny pot upon the tender skin, rubbing it in with careful precision. The young woman stood back and sighed in exasperation. “I did what I could…” she remarked bitterly, teasing a lock of the demon’s hair who flinched in return.
Finally at her wick’s end, Kyra growled in frustration, etiquette forgotten. “Why, you loathsome little creature!” she snarled throatily, shoving the woman backwards and causing her to slam quite painfully into the mirror situated behind. It all came crashing down with earsplitting shatters and screeches. A purr of satisfaction escaped her smirking lips, although it was cut short as a pair of arms abruptly lifted her up in the air and began to carry her forwards, toes barely touching the floor.
“Ah-hey! Lemme down, you brutes! I am not going to be held captive her any longer!” she cried, writhing and twisting violently in the guard’s grip. Her ears twitched forwards suddenly. Was that applause?
“The Master has had enough of your disobedience. You are to perform now,” A guard informed her stonily, no emotion relevant in neither low tone nor face. She blinked, falling lax in their hold for the briefest of moments before struggling again, her shrieks of protest filling the air as she gained a new wind.
“No, no, no! I will not! Set me down this minute before I—“
Thump.
They had dropped her. It was almost surprising that they had complied so easily to her wishes. Her eyes shut and lips twisted into a wince, she barely took notice of her surroundings until it was too late. A roar of voices met her sensitive ears and she whimpered slightly, raising her head. The sight that was splayed before her caused horror to dance brightly in her widened eyes.
“Ahaha, look at the pathetic little bitch!” Someone hollered.
“Get up, pussycat! Get up!” Someone else laughed.
“The brainless creature probably doesn’t even know how to dance!”
Her breath hitched in her throat, the light scuffles of feet drawing her attention to the young women on either side of her, dressed in similar attire. They were swaying gracefully to the steady beat of a drum, music suddenly rising up above the noise of the audience. She watched as one girl dipped low, breasts practically spilling from her top, eager hands greedily touching her exposed flesh. An inviting grin played across her ruby lips. Kyra gaped in a mixture of disgust and awe.
Suddenly, a toe nudged itself hard in her ribs. She gasped, shaken from her reverie, and looked up into the face of another dancer, decorated eyes narrowed in a cold glare. “Get up!” she hissed through smiling lips. “Do you want to be killed?”
Kyra stood, in a daze, her actions met by many lustful eyes. She stared back at them in stern defiance, swallowing her fear. “Am I expected to dance for these revolting fools?” She inquired icily, arms folded over her indecently exposed cleavage. The other dancer turned back to the audience and caught hold of Kyra’s hand in a quick movement, swinging her forwards. She stumbled, suddenly feeling fingers crawl up her ankles, grabbing hold of them like vines.
“Yes, you are. But I know you want to escape…” the other dancer whispered, sidling in next to her and twirling, her hip bumping against the demon’s. “There are potential buyers in the audience…” She paused as a man groped at her bare thigh, releasing a feigned giggle of flattery before continuing. “Dance well and one might want to buy you. It would be easier to escape from them, rather than from the Master… trust me.”
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Author\'s Note: I am well aware that not updating quickly will cause disinterest. Some may even forget about my store entirely, but those unfortunate results aren\'t really my choice. I\'ve been busy as of late and that has made the ability to update faster more difficult. Please understand and I will try my best to get the next chapters up more quickly. Thank you, and please continue to R&R, I love to hear what you think of the story and I would also appreciate suggestions if you have any. =^^=
“Wench,” Kyra said in a growl, her anger beginning to simmer. “Quit with this foolish treatment before I have to tear off those stupid little fingers of yours one by one,”
The young woman lavishing her attention over the demon’s makeup gave an indignant snort and seemed not overly phased by the threat, casually brushing over her cheekbones with rouge and brightening her lips with a smear of color. She then held her eyelids shut as she sprinkled some sparkling substance from a tiny pot upon the tender skin, rubbing it in with careful precision. The young woman stood back and sighed in exasperation. “I did what I could…” she remarked bitterly, teasing a lock of the demon’s hair who flinched in return.
Finally at her wick’s end, Kyra growled in frustration, etiquette forgotten. “Why, you loathsome little creature!” she snarled throatily, shoving the woman backwards and causing her to slam quite painfully into the mirror situated behind. It all came crashing down with earsplitting shatters and screeches. A purr of satisfaction escaped her smirking lips, although it was cut short as a pair of arms abruptly lifted her up in the air and began to carry her forwards, toes barely touching the floor.
“Ah-hey! Lemme down, you brutes! I am not going to be held captive her any longer!” she cried, writhing and twisting violently in the guard’s grip. Her ears twitched forwards suddenly. Was that applause?
“The Master has had enough of your disobedience. You are to perform now,” A guard informed her stonily, no emotion relevant in neither low tone nor face. She blinked, falling lax in their hold for the briefest of moments before struggling again, her shrieks of protest filling the air as she gained a new wind.
“No, no, no! I will not! Set me down this minute before I—“
Thump.
They had dropped her. It was almost surprising that they had complied so easily to her wishes. Her eyes shut and lips twisted into a wince, she barely took notice of her surroundings until it was too late. A roar of voices met her sensitive ears and she whimpered slightly, raising her head. The sight that was splayed before her caused horror to dance brightly in her widened eyes.
“Ahaha, look at the pathetic little bitch!” Someone hollered.
“Get up, pussycat! Get up!” Someone else laughed.
“The brainless creature probably doesn’t even know how to dance!”
Her breath hitched in her throat, the light scuffles of feet drawing her attention to the young women on either side of her, dressed in similar attire. They were swaying gracefully to the steady beat of a drum, music suddenly rising up above the noise of the audience. She watched as one girl dipped low, breasts practically spilling from her top, eager hands greedily touching her exposed flesh. An inviting grin played across her ruby lips. Kyra gaped in a mixture of disgust and awe.
Suddenly, a toe nudged itself hard in her ribs. She gasped, shaken from her reverie, and looked up into the face of another dancer, decorated eyes narrowed in a cold glare. “Get up!” she hissed through smiling lips. “Do you want to be killed?”
Kyra stood, in a daze, her actions met by many lustful eyes. She stared back at them in stern defiance, swallowing her fear. “Am I expected to dance for these revolting fools?” She inquired icily, arms folded over her indecently exposed cleavage. The other dancer turned back to the audience and caught hold of Kyra’s hand in a quick movement, swinging her forwards. She stumbled, suddenly feeling fingers crawl up her ankles, grabbing hold of them like vines.
“Yes, you are. But I know you want to escape…” the other dancer whispered, sidling in next to her and twirling, her hip bumping against the demon’s. “There are potential buyers in the audience…” She paused as a man groped at her bare thigh, releasing a feigned giggle of flattery before continuing. “Dance well and one might want to buy you. It would be easier to escape from them, rather than from the Master… trust me.”
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Author\'s Note: I am well aware that not updating quickly will cause disinterest. Some may even forget about my store entirely, but those unfortunate results aren\'t really my choice. I\'ve been busy as of late and that has made the ability to update faster more difficult. Please understand and I will try my best to get the next chapters up more quickly. Thank you, and please continue to R&R, I love to hear what you think of the story and I would also appreciate suggestions if you have any. =^^=