Legends of Belariath

Reigor Sureclaw

Disciple of Ishtar- Part Two

(Chapter Two)

“Do it Alara!” Mina hissed with sadistic pleasure as her friend’s knife sliced upward through the leather. Kami, bound tightly to the split fence, with visions of her death swimming in front of her eyes, could only mew pleadingly through the leather gag. To her relief, the knifepoint stopped at cutting into her skin and instead moved upward, the sharp edge parting the leather of her breeches, slicing them open.

“Don’t worry slut, we’re not going to kill you yet,” Mina laughed as she removed the knifepoint from Kami’s throat and instead used the strong fingers of her free hand to grasp the priestess’s left breast through her leather vest. The warrior’s hand dug into the soft flesh, palm pressed against the hard point of Kami’s nipple. The beautiful hybrid moaned through the gag, unable to understand why her treacherous body was responding in such a manner and scared that the two catgirl’s would find out.

“Damn, I have waited for a long for this,” Mina continued with pleased sound as she continued to maul Kami’s breast, her knife moving to cut the strings holding the tied girl’s vest closed. With each breaking strand, the priestess felt something respond within her, making her shiver in anticipation. “It will be a true pleasure to watch her scream and squirm!”

“Definitely,” Alara responded, having finished cutting away Kami’s breeches, the leather now hanging in long strips from her knees, leaving her bare sex naked against the warm summer air. The young priestess gasped through the gag as Alara brushed her inner thigh with her wrist, just barely grazing Kami’s moist sex, making her almost give away her secret right then and there. “The little slut is going to really get it.”

“Heh, lets do it then,” Mina declared as she cut away the last strand, causing Kami’s heaving breasts to burst free of the confining leather. They were immediately caught by Mina’s grasping hands, her knife back in its scabbard. Grinning down at her, the blue haired catgirl pressed her fingers in deep before sliding them up to grasp Kami’s nipples, pinching and tugging on them hard, Kami crying and squeezing her eyes tightly shut at the exquisite combination of pleasure and pain this caused.

“Just wait slut, we’re going to save those next to last,” Alara hissed grabbing a hold of Kami’s chestnut tresses and yanking her head upward, leaning down so that their noses were barely touching. The warrior’s leather covered hand reached down to undo her belt as her sister let go molesting Kami’s tender breasts to do the same. Both of them grinned cruelly as they held up the wide leather straps for Kami to see. “Are you ready for your punishment whore?”

“No! Please don’t!” Kami tried to beg, but her pleas came out in muffled grunts, the leather ball gag making her jaw ache as tried to beg for mercy. The feel of her spittle trickling down one cheek almost as humiliating as everything else, the fact she was helpless to wipe away the drool making her cry inside while the treacherous part sang with higher excitement and anticipation. Kami watched with feared filled eyes as the two warrior sisters stepped back and raised the belts, bring them down simultaneously onto her helpless body.

Then the strikes came, raining down one after another. Kami expected them to hurt, what she didn’t expect was the lines of fire that blossomed across her belly and thighs, followed rapidly by strikes to her upper arms, legs, and flanks. Each stinging blow made her gasp and jerk against the leather lashings, the fence beams creaking from the violence of her efforts. As the straps lifted upward from their impacts they left a trail of pain and heat behind them, Kami’s helpless body rapidly becoming crisscrossed with long red marks on her otherwise perfect skin. The young priestess’s hands clenched and opened, her bare tail lashing back and forth violently, as Kami bit down hard on the leather gag.

Kami tried to ride through the pain, but each strike broke whatever focus she could muster, her mind shattering into incoherency as the two warrior sisters tormented her mercilessly. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Kami realized that Baast Blessing her with such a sensitive and responsive body was a curse as well as a blessing. She felt like she was being torn apart with the need to cover herself, the feeling of helplessness and humiliation driving more tears from her eyes.

Mina and Alara both laughed with sadistic delight at their captive’s muffled cries and struggles increased with their beating. They then started to make a game over who could make Kami react the strongest, though they avoided striking the beautiful hybrid’s bouncing chest or delicate sex. Kami hoped that this was because they were showing some mercy, but Alara’s earlier words made her believe otherwise. Even worse, part of he seemed actually disappointed by this, as if she wanted to be struck there, throwing the nearly incoherent priestess into a deeper state of confusion over the torrent of feelings raging within her.

It was when Mina started spanking her ass with fast hard blows that Kami, through the daze of pain, fear, and shame, had a revelation. Each impact on her pert rear seemed to resonate into her groin, sparking something there, making the itch she felt before grow into a smoldering fire. Her body responded to this, sweat appearing on her skin as her breathing increased through her flared nostrils. Her nipples felt hard and erect, her sex hot and wet. Kami realized that part of her, some treacherous dark portion of her soul, was being aroused by painful blows, actually enjoying it! It was as if something in her was somehow equating a portion of pleasure for each dose of torment that she was receiving.

This discovery rocked through Kami’s inner being as the blows kept coming, leaving practically no part of her untouched. Even her tear drenched face, thrashing tail, and the soles of her feet received slaps from the leather belts. But the feeling of shame was the worst now, the shame that part of her wanted all of this to happen unbearable to the young priestess. It was as if she was a part of a vicious circle, her arousal from the lashing making her ashamed, which made her even more aroused making the punishment that much more arousing. The circle revolved in her without end, building up into an incredible need for release.

Finally, an eternity later, but what was likely only several minutes, Mina and Alara stopped their torture, panting a little and wiping the sweat from their brows. Their efforts had seemingly turned Kami’s poor body into a single mass of aching hot pain, the bound hybrid looking at her two captors with glazed eyes, her chest heaving as her sweat drenched frame hung limp from the split fence. It felt like there were waves of heat rising off of her skin, the burning matched only by the fire between her legs. Kami cried inside as she felt trickles of moisture run down her inner thighs, their passage exquisite across her burning, tender skin. Gods she wanted to climax so badly, the ache of it almost sublime in its pleasure.

“Eh? You smell that?” Mina said as she delicately sniffed the air. Kami’s dazed eyes widened as her nose picked up the distinct musky, but not unpleasant scent of her arousal. A fresh burst of terror ran through her as she realized that her secret longing was going to be exposed, the dark side of her laughing as the anticipation of the shame made the smell intensify, her sex now dripping droplets of liquid onto the ground.

“Heh, smells like someone is bit randy! That you sis?” Alara asked as she stepped next to her sister, running a hand down the warrior maid’s thigh while kissing her neck. “Punishing the whore is making me a little hot too.”

“Not me silly, though now that you mention it…” Mina replied with an affectionate giggle, returning her sister’s caress with one of her own, turning to kiss her deeply in front of a stunned Kami. The sight of the two locking their lips against each brought another wave of need in her, the girl fighting hard to hold her hips still and not roll them wantonly like the slut they claimed she was. This effort was for naught as the two catgirls broke off the kiss, Mina gently pushing Alara away and pointing at Kami, “I meant the whore.”

“Really?” Alara asked as kneeled down between Kami’s legs to closer at the bound hybrid’s inner region while her sister joined her. The young priestess strained her neck trying to peer down past her chest to see what was happening, but the big breasts which had done such a good job attracting the boys was blocking her view. She could feel though the two catgirl’s hot breathing of her inner thighs, but nothing else. Kami was terrified at what they would discover there in her most secret place. She knew of course and part of her demanded that she except the truth that was being thrust on her. But the aroused priestess couldn’t accept it, another part demanding she keep what little shreds of dignity she had left.

It was the feel of one nailed finger suddenly drawing itself over her moist folds that did her in. Something broke within Kami and she let out a long muffled moan as she jerked her hips forward to try to intensify the contact. Desperately, she tried to rally herself, to bring her treacherous body under control, but she couldn’t. It wanted to cum. She wanted to cum, and she could only acknowledge that this terrible need had been awoken by the actions of her two childhood tormenters, both of the gasping in surprise at her sudden action.

“Gods, she’s wet!” Alara exclaimed as she stroked the finger again, wetting it with Kami’s juices. The two catgirls stared to poke, prod, stroke, tap and otherwise examine the aroused hybrid’s sex in a teasing and cruel manner, mixing tender caresses with sharp pinches. Kami screamed through her gag, as the combination of denial and need rose up and overflowed, the girl sobbing as her hips churned and wiggled under the merciless fingers. Her treacherous sex felt like it was flowing continuously now, coating her tormenters hands with her sexual fluid.

“Yeah she certainly is a slut, only a real one would be turned on from being whipped like that,” Mina agreed as she shoved two fingers up Kami’s tight vagina, her inner walls clutching the probing digits spastically. The blue-tressed catgirl giggled as she pushed her digits up past their second knuckles, plunging them in and out of Kami’s pussy with a slow agonizing pace. Meanwhile her sister was laughing sadistically as she pinched and tugged at Kami’s labia, alternating between the thick outer lips and delicate inner ones.

It was too much, Kami knew she couldn’t bear much more, the darkness and heat rising higher and higher in her. When Alara started flicking her engorged tip with a fingernail, each snap a sharp spike of pleasure and pain, the bound priestess’s body started to tense. She felt as if she was being pushed to the edge of a deep abyss, whose depths held unknown terrors, pleasures, and revelations, the fingers between her legs almost getting her there, just a little longer and they would…

…stop.

“NOoooo!!” Kami wailed, the gag reducing her denial into an incoherent wail. She was so close to release that it felt like that the barest pressure would have been enough. The stopping just before climax had left a terrible ache inside Kami’s being, tearing at her with longing. But the two girls had withdrawn their fingers, making wet squelching sounds as they did so. They then stood up to lick them clean in the bound priestess’s view, mocking her want and need, knowing that the cruel names they called her rang true.

“Almost made the whore cum, we don’t want that right Mina?” Alara said as she finished licking off the last of Kami’s juices, her hand picking up the belt again, and sliding it, oh so slowly sliding up the beautiful hybrid’s quivering body.

“Absolutely, she doesn’t deserve it!” Mina agreed as she readied her own belt, using the end of it to lightly dance across one of Kami’s nipples, causing the young priestess to squirm and moan again as she realized what was coming. The blue haired catgirl then drew back and rose up the belt as her sister copied the action, both of them hovering over the heaving mounds with anticipatory expressions. “What she does deserve is to have these damn perfect breasts of hers spanked hard.”

“Hard and fast,” Alara nodded as she and Mina brought the two belts screaming down.

“MMmmmmpph!!!” Kami yelped through the gag as the two straps impacted directly on her breasts, her hard nipples feeling like they were screaming at her as the leather hit them. The material of the lashing straps wrapped around the curved slopes of her bosom before lifting upward, leaving now familiar twin trails of color and heat behind them, combined with a stinging pain. There was a brief pause as both sisters laughed as the way Kami’s breasts jiggled from the impact. The reprieve was only brief however as the two catgirls started to bring down the belts again and again, punishing Kami’s breasts with a fury of sharp licks.

The young priestess’s breasts seethed with sensation, the tender flesh feeling like it was swelling, getting more and more sensitive with each strike of the belts. Her nipples were rock hard under the torrent of slaps and unbelievably Kami felt herself get even hotter and more aroused. Her body, already burning with the need to orgasm, strained upward trying desperately to find the needed stimulation to push her over the edge, drops of sweat and her juices sparkling in the moonlight as they were thrown from her jerking frame. But the harsh spanking only kept her teetering there, just on the edge of climax, causing fresh tears to stream down her face from this unbearable frustration

“This is for stealing my boyfriend!” Alara growled as she and her sister continued to the relentless punishment, Kami’s breasts now glowing with heat, each slap making her shudder and cry out. Each of the jolting blows to her nipples sent a shockwave through her causing explosions of need in her groin, causing Kami to whip her head back and forth sending her chestnut tresses flying about. Her entire existence felt like it was it was focused on those two throbbing mounds, the blows coming faster and faster, pushing her against the edge, driving her mind and body against that wall that held her back from her release.

Finally, her breasts torture ended, the two catgirls stopping to catch their breath again. They grinned and kissed each other again, both obviously aroused themselves by the suffering they caused their rival. Kami could only watch helplessly, her chest a warm mass of heat and throbbing pain, as the two caressed and kissed each other lovingly and tenderly. Then with evil grins, Mina and Alara turned and descended upon Kami again, making captive priestess cry out again as they dug cruel fingers dug into tender breasts.

Kami screamed again through the leather gag as her reddened bosom was being mauled, pushed, and prodded. It hurt, oh it hurt, but it felt so terribly good as well. Her moans were half desolation half delight as the as the two warrior maids gripped and pinched her nipples hard. Both girls laughed with mean spirited delight as they pulled hard on the stiff nubs, giggling when then let go, causing Kami’s nipples to snap painfully back. The girls made another game of it as they teased each other over who made Kami’s tortured breasts jiggle more.

“Please…please stop,” Kami silently begged, her eyes screaming for mercy as the two girls took up the straps again, their grins even wider as they stroked the leather against Kami’s wet heat. The beautiful priestess shook her head back and forth as she realized where the two would strike next, the pain in her throbbing breasts only a fraction of what would be coming. The two catgirls ignored her pleas of course, both of them using their free hands to spread out Kami’s sex, exposing her soft inner leaves and her bulging clitoris.

“No…no more!” Kami continued to beg, torn apart by her dread and the part of her that wanted what was to come. That fraction of her wanted it dearly, the punishment that she so richly deserved. The luscious half-elf catgirl was a slut and a whore, and this was how all bad sluts like her should be punished, to be whipped and spanked until they broke, begging for the release that might never come. The burning ache of being so close to climax was just as sweet as the licking straps that had tormented her breasts and body. And now finally, Kami was going to receive something so terrible she could only dream of what it might be like. And as the straps came streaming down, Kami drew upon her final recourse, praying with her whole heart and soul to Baast to grant her desire once more…

…and her goddess answered.

Author’s note: As always, a big thanks to Ehlanna for her editorial magic and all around encouragement and support.

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