Raised By Wolves update

Again she lashed Laura with it. Betsy saw the rent it left in Laura’s panties and the red line underneath where her ass had been whipped. Kitty gave her another hard blow and the redness spread.

“Ready to clear the table now?” Kitty asked ingratiatingly. 

“Rather die! Ahhhh! Fuck you!” Laura cried, her body surging against its restraint, her ass jerking as if she were dancing to the beat Kitty set with her lashes.

“Oh, you’re in a mood,” Kitty said as she whipped Laura again, slashing Laura’s ass even harder, leaving an even deeper mark than before. It was healing, but as quickly as it healed, Kitty was beating it back into Laura’s flesh. The clone’s shredded panties showed the agony she’d felt.

Betsy watched with excitement close to terror. She was watching one of the strongest women in the X-Men allow herself to be treated like a bitch and she had to wonder why. Was it really that pleasurable? Did she enjoy it that much?

Her questions were soon answered. Laura kept screaming and struggling, her reaction to the cane’s lashes never lessening, until she let go of the chain and reached down her body. With a lustful moan she ran her hands under her panties, caressing herself, rubbing her cunt as frantically as Kitty was whipping her ass.

Her moan rose and grew louder, more guttural, as she seemed to tear herself in half between the pleasure she was giving herself and the punishment she was getting from Kitty. Her ass thrust up as the cane struck. Laura rocked her hips in undisguised passion as it slashed her. She was still screaming—orgasmically.

“Gghh! Yes!” Laura cried, her fingers a riot of motion underneath her panties, on top of her clit. “Whip me, you bitch, whip my ass, make me come! You fuck! You fucker! Hurt me with that whip! Let me get off!”

Her body roiled and heaved faster than the whip was striking her as her arm blurred with fingers deep inside her sex. 

“Yessss! Do it! Come on, do it! Don’t—don’t—you bitch, don’t stoooop!” With a heavy jerk, Laura orgasmed, her body thrashing against the body as Kitty lashed her ass apart, her panties now little more than a few strings of fabric. “I’ll clear the table… I’ll clear the table, Kitty, yes. Promise you’ll fuck me, ohhh, promise, I need it, you know I need it, promise, promise…”

She fell against the bar, panting, crying, never having stopped rubbing her pussy with desperate need. Kitty held the cane still. She ran her hand over Laura’s newly healed ass, the creamy skin perfect to the touch, and Laura gasped with fresh arousal as ecstasy replaced agony. Betsy was utterly silent as she watched Kitty untie her. Laura thrust herself up and immediately embraced Kitty, rounding her shapely legs around Kitty’s thigh, moaning as she rubbed herself against her mistress like a dog in heat.

“You didn’t promise, Kitty! Nnh—but you’re going to, right? Come on, Kitty,” she gasped. “Fuck me, fuck me. I want it really bad… need it so bad… need you, even if it hurts… punish me some more… make me heal… make me come with your hurt…”

“Clear the table and then we can talk,” Kitty said, undoing the chain but leaving the collar on.

“Yes, mistress,” Laura gasped, sounding almost orgasmic at the denial, at her own submission. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

She slowly pulled away from Kitty, pulling her dress down, straightening it out so her ass was covered as if nothing had ever happened.

Betsy didn’t move as Laura cleared the table. She could see Laura’s face and it wasn’t stoic at all. It seemed alive with both need and the satisfaction of submission. Her skin was flushed, her pouting lips trembling with barely suppressed lust. Her tongue frequently came out to lick her lips. When Laura leaned in to pick up the inner dishes, her pussy touched the edge of the table and she moaned. 

The atmosphere in the room was electric. Betsy felt almost as if she were being invited to abuse Laura too, to give her the satiation she craved… or to join her. The thought was unexpectedly tempting. Just to fall in beside Laura, helping her with her task, and perhaps receive the same reward. She was turned on, she wanted to be fucked, and Kitty seemed to be the only one there who could satisfy her.

Laura finished, even taking the tablecloth off, leaving the polished wood perfect in its bareness. She stood at attention beside Kitty, her legs spread wide, and Kitty reached under her dress to feel her hot pussy.

“You really are such a lustful little cunt,” Kitty said softly. “It’s a good thing I like to fuck bitches like that. Otherwise, I might be disgusted with what a submissive whore you are.” She looked at Betsy, smiling, and inclined her head. “Are you ready?”

“Ready?” Betsy repeated numbly.

“You’re still here. You enjoyed the show. The price of admission is that now Laura gets to watch you be punished. It’s only fair.”

“I never agreed to that!” Betsy cried.

“Then what are you still doing here?” Laura asked, then moaned as Kitty rewarded her with a stroke along her clitoris.

“Yes, Betsy—what are you doing here? This clearly turns you on. You either want to be in Laura’s shoes or you want to be in mine. I think it’s obvious which. That posh British snob in you would love to be a top, but you can’t be. You’re a submissive slut just like Laura and now it’s time for you to be treated like one. Either say ‘yes, mistress’ or I’m going to punish you. We’ve gone way too far to pretend you’re not my bitch.”

Betsy gasped. She knew she could still leave: Kitty couldn’t stop her, Laura couldn’t stop her. But she didn’t want to. She wanted—to be punished. So she held still. She waited for Kitty to make her call her Mistress.

Kitty could see her hesitate. It didn’t matter if Betsy was deliberately pausing or simply working out the last of her reluctance before she embraced her new role. One way or the other, she had to get with the program. 

She slapped Betsy across the face, the blow hard enough to hit like a brand. Betsy’s purpled hair fell in front of her eyes as she was rocked by the smack. She realized she had no choice. Straightening, she moved to take off her gown.

“Nuh-uh,” Kitty told her. “You lost that right. Laura, you do it. Show Betsy that she can have pretty things like her nice dresses when she learns to be obedient like a good girl.”

Betsy tried not to sob too loudly as Laura dismantled her dress with her four claws, finally throwing it in pieces off to the side. All that was left was her bra and panties. The two women looked her up and down, front and back, like she was a piece of meat they were buying at the store. What’s worse, they were evidently pleased by what they saw.

Kitty took her by the hair next, marching Betsy to another part of the room. She kicked Betsy’s legs apart and Betsy obediently spread them, putting her feet on the outside of two large eyehooks riveted into the floor. Betsy stood there, her flesh squirming with goosebumps, while her nipples puckered with a delicious itch, an arousal. She didn’t know what she was feeling. Stripped almost naked and in line for the same brutal treatment that Laura had received, she didn’t know how she could be anticipating more. And yet, she was breathless.

“What are you going to do to me?” Betsy asked, her voice quivering. She could be strong in the face of adversity, but not pleasure.

Kitty sent Laura to get her ‘things’. Betsy waited, heart pounding with suspense, not sure if it would resolve itself into need or terror. When Laura returned, Kitty took a series of leather straps from her. She tied them tightly around Betsy’s ankles and looped them through the eyehooks. Betsy felt an instinctive urge to rip them away, but she stopped herself. She had to let Kitty punish her. She couldn’t just lie there and be ravaged. She had to actively choose to be the submissive that Kitty had called her.

Still, Betsy tried to stay calm. She wouldn’t make a big deal of breaking, she wouldn’t act out submission. If Kitty wanted to master her, she’d have to do it for real. But as Kitty cinched the first strip of leather around her ankle, that felt like a very real possibility. Kitty pulled the strips tighter and tighter, until they were creasing her skin, keeping her ankles locked securely to the eyehooks.

“Now hold your hands over your head, if you don’t mind,” Kitty said with mock politeness. “Yes. Good. Like that. See, Laura? Betsy knows how to behave herself. British women are such good whores. We’ll have to work real hard to find something to punish you for.”

Betsy looked up. She couldn’t believe it, but there was a wooden two by four board hanging from a chain directly overhead. 

Laura pressed a button on the wall for Kitty. The room reverberated with an electric buzz as the chain lowered the board down until it touched Betsy’s fingers. In front of her, Kitty smiled. She wrapped another leather strap around Betsy’s right wrist and then tied it to one end of the board. Betsy felt her body straining to stretch even that much. She had to stand on her toes to let Kitty attach her left wrist to the other end of the board. It was like she was crucified, standing on the arches of her feet, wincing in discomfort as the aching began in her shoulders and upper arms.

“Does that hurt?” Kitty asked solicitously, her mincing inquiry pushed over the top by how she stroked Betsy’s face. “Look at you. Stretched wide open. Aren’t you used to that by now? Or… wait… did Scott never actually split you open? The way you threw yourself at him, I would’ve thought he eventually would get the message. But maybe he isn’t into dirty whores. Not like I am. Oh yes, your mistress loves dirty girls. And she loves them even more when they’re not wearing nice clothes. Nice clothes are for good girls. We want to see the piece of meat we’re gonna fuck and punish.”

She slipped her fingers underneath Betsy’s bra and tore it down her chest, making Betsy cry out as her breasts were uncovered. Her nipples were long and hard. For a moment, Betsy thought she saw Laura lick her lips. Then she couldn’t think even of that, feeling Kitty yanking down her panties. They went all the way down to her knees, where they were held in place by how her legs were splayed.

“Betsy, you’ve got such a nice, fat ass. I wish I had an ass like that. I’d show it off all the time the same way you do,” Kitty purred. “Wait… I guess I do have an ass like that. Because I’ve got your ass, Betts. And I am gonna do such naughty things to that nice… fat… ass…”

Betsy’s face burned with embarrassment; her cheeks felt like they would burst into flame as she felt Kitty’s hands roving over her ass, exploring all of its plump roundness. She had never been naked like this before, not strung up and groped and shamed instead of worshipped and appreciated like her beauty deserved. And this was only the beginning, she knew. That was the only reason she was able to stand how wet her pussy was.

“Laura, let’s see how much Betsy can stretch,” Kitty cooed.

Laura pressed another button on the wall. The pressure grew on Kitty’s shoulders, with the board slowly rising up again. Betsy’s eyes widened, she twisted her head from side to side to look at the bonds around her wrists as they grew taut. The tight leather pulled her away from the floor while the leather at her feet held her down.

Betsy threw her head back and screamed as she felt the kinks popping out of her shoulders, cracking out of her spine—tendons stretching, muscles pulled to their limits, her leather bonds biting mercilessly into her extremities as she was stretched like a torture victim on the rack.

Laura stopped it seemingly just before she would rip in two, her body stretched to its fullest extension. Betsy felt the tears that had invaded her eyes now spreading down her cheeks. She looked down at the floor to make sure her feet were still there.

“That’s the first thing a girl has to learn when she’s my bitch,” Kitty stated. “This is what happens when you break my rules.”

“But I don’t know your rules!” Betsy shrieked. Her fingers were growing numb with leather suffocatingly drawn around her wrists, her breasts bulging out from her chest as if on display, feeling more swollen and sensitive than ever.

“You’ll learn,” Kitty said pitilessly. “The only really important thing is that you do what I say, when I say it. The rest is easy. You’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out. Or maybe not. You only look Asian, right? The brain is just another upper-class English twit. Too bad. Guess I’ll have to teach you to obey Mistress Kitty by hand.”

Kitty turned and went to the wall beside of Laura. A large pegboard held various torture instruments and sex toys; it was hard to tell where one set ended and the other began. Kitty handed the cane to Laura, who put it back up in the proper place, while she tapped her knuckle against her lips thoughtfully. 

Finally, she picked out a cat of nine tails. Betsy cringed as much as she could while her bondage stretched every inch of her out to its fullest extension. No one had spanked her as a child and she’d never been into rough sex. There was battle, but that was all action, more of an adrenaline rush than anything else. This was just… pain. Sweat beaded on her face, over her breasts, while she stared with wide eyes at the awfulness of Kitty’s chosen weapon.

“No, wait—don’t use that! Don’t hurt me with that thing! I thought you were just going to spank me, for Christ’s sake!”

“I am going to spank you,” Kitty promised. “And fuck you and eat your pussy and sodomize you. But when I choose. Not you. You’re just some slutty cock holster I thought it’d be nice to fuck. I decide what happens to you. I decide what you get to feel. Me! And right now, I want to see what that perfect ass of yours looks like after I whip it.” Kitty smiled darkly. “You liked how Laura’s looked after I was done with it, remember?”

Kitty walked around Betsy as she spoke, but as she came to her last mocking word, she stopped behind Betsy’s back. Kitty gazed at Betsy’s sweet ass one last time. Then she forced the handle between those round cheeks, into Betsy’s anus. Betsy let out a gasping breath as her asshole was violated for the first time. Kitty rutted the cat’s handle in and out, in and out of her rectum. 

Betsy blanched, limbs quaking as much as they could. The muscles in her arms knotted. She threw her head back, shouting that she couldn’t take anymore. It was still several more minutes before Kitty pulled the handle back, stepping away with her arm cocked to aim at Betsy and her well-opened asshole.

Betsy knew what was coming. She heard the leather tails of the cat simmer in the air as they were swung, finally crashing down on her unprotected flesh. For one agonizing second, Betsy felt the hardest, sharpest thing she’d ever felt slicing into her vulnerable skin, burning inside her round ass, leaving four long scarlet marks to commemorate where Kitty had first dominated her.

“Yahhh!” Betsy screamed in agony, jerking and twisting, tears flowing down her cheeks. Her ass still throbbed from the blow. Then there was another one, crossing the marks that the first hit had left. She pulled hopelessly at her bonds, making the board shake and the chain shimmy from the useless power of her thrashing body.