Legends of Belariath

Kerra Brightpaw

Collaring of Kerra

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Part 1: Meeting Lizlongclaw

A little black kitten in an old faded dress and a rumpled red bodice walked into the inn looking around wide eye and nervously. She was new to this town having escaped her old job as an indentured bar wench at a town several miles to the south. She was an orphan her parents having been either enslaved or killed in a slavers raid on her home town.

Kerra moved to the bar and quietly coughed looking up at the tender, “Excuse me sir… may I please have a cocoa?” the kitten said to the tender softly. The tender eyed the kitten but filled her a mug and handed it to the girl, “On the house little one.” The tender said the kittens’ ribs slightly visible. Kerra smiled shyly moving to an armchair near the fire. She nodded to the only other occupant of the area near the hearth, a wolven.

“Hello kitten.” The female wolven said eyeing Kerra, “you are new here?” she asked. “Yes miss, my name is Kerra Brightpaw.” Kerra replied. “I’m Warlady Lizlongclaw.”

Lizlongclaw, that was the first time I ever heard my mistresses name, I didn’t know then that I would eventually become a willing slave of this woman, or grow to love her so much that I would give my life for her.

Kerra giggled shyly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you miss,” the kitten said softly her tail flicking against the overstuffed chair. “You probably get a room here Kerra it gives you free drinks and meals.” Kerra nodded, “Thank you Liz.” She said getting up and moving over to the bar and paying the bar keep obtaining a key and signing the registrar. When she got back to her seat she was a little nervous, another had joined Liz and was talking to her. A dark skinned male sat there and Kerra smiled softly at him.

“Liz who is this cute kitten who has joined us?” the dark skinned male asked.

“Nic, this is my new acquaintance Kerra, Kerra this Nicholas Shade, a skald, and an old friend.”

“Hello Nic Sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise little one.” Nic said to the kitten. “So Liz, how is the opera coming along?”

Kerra looked at Liz very curiously, “What opera is this Liz?” she asked. Liz smiled at Kerra, “it’s a wolven opera I’m writing Kerra called The Spanking of the Kitten.”

Kerra flushed deeply under her fur her ears flattening in embarrassment her tail flicking. “That sounds…… interesting Liz…” she said staring at the wolven. “Have you ever been spanked kitten?” Liz asked Kerra grinning. “Uh… no… well when I was a child…” she said. Liz smiled, “well how about you let me spank you, it can be very sensual and sexy.” Liz said.

“Um alright I guess.” Kerra replied slipping out of the chair and moving to Liz, “be gentle please.” Liz grabbed Kerra and pulled the kitten across her lap swatting her ass hard but sensually pulling up Kerra’s dress as she did. Kerra mewled and wriggled though it felt kind of good. “Please be gentle…” she whimpered her tail flicking in Liz’s face. Liz grasped the tail and laughed. “Oooh she does of have such a nice rump Liz.” Nic said, “But I must go I’ll see you later Liz.” Liz smiled and nodded, “See you Nic.”

Kerra wriggled flushing beneath her fur, “Let me go Liz.” She squealed. “No kitten, I’m going to spank you like I said.” Liz swatted her ass hard and then dragged her fingers over Kerra's slit. Kerra squirmed and moaned softly, “Let me go.” She said reaching up under Liz’s skirt and stuffing her fingers inside the wolven. Liz grunted but chuckled, “You’re going to have to do better then that kitten.” She growled swatting Kerra's ass again teased her fingers between her sex lips making Kerra mewl in pleasure and pump her fingers inside of Liz. Liz growled and grasped Kerra's head stuffing the kitten under her skirt “Lick it if you’re going to try that kitten.” Kerra mewed and whimpered but tried it dragging her rough kitten tongue across Liz’s cunnie each spank the wolven gave her pushing the black furred kitten’s face into Liz’s quickly moistening slit.

The exchange went on for several minutes until Liz was moaning softly continuing the spankings with one hand while she started to pump her fingers into the black kitty’s pussy causing Kerra to pant breathing raggedly and moaning into the wolven’s cunt. This again continued until Kerra yowled and Liz howled both orgasming and spilling there juices over the other, Kerra licking up the nectar spilled by the wolven and Liz collecting juices with her fingers and licking them then offering them to Kerra who tiredly lapped at them then curling into the wolven’s lap.

“Did you like that little kitten?” Liz asked Kerra scritching the girl’s ears as she tried to catch her breath. “Yes… Liz…” the kitten gasped purring softly. Liz grinned down at Kerra, “I think I’m going to keep you little one.” She said. “Wha… wh… what?” Kerra stammered looking confusedly at Liz, “What do you mean?” The wolven grinned toothily at the small body in her lap, “I’m going to collar you Kerra, and you are going to be my slave.”

Kerra gasped as Liz said this, her energy returning immediately. She struggled trying to get to her feet hissing at Liz. The wolven warlady was much to fast for the little kitty moving at a speed that was astounding for her size snatching Kerra and throwing her over her shoulder slapping her ass with a hard swat, “I… I… I don’t want to be a slave,” she whimpered as tears started to flow from her eyes. Liz massaged Kerra’s back, “its alright kitten, you’ll learn to like it sooner or later… whether you want to or not,” the big female said, “I take good care of my pets kitten don’t worry.”

Liz got up carrying the kitten in a fire man’s carry moving to the stairs and heading up from the main room heading down a hall of similar doors till she reached one in particular. The sounds of Kerra’s sobbing were heard as the little kitten beat against Liz’s back ineffectively. Liz pulled out a key and unlocked the door throwing Kerra across the room the kitten landing on the large bed in the center of the room with a bounce. Liz stared at her for a moment, “Kitten I have to go do some things, I’m going to lock you in here. If anything is broken or missing when I come back I will beat you to death, understand?” Kerra nodded whimpering and watching Liz leave. Kerra’s ears flicked as she heard the snick of the lock and she collapsed mentally and physically exhausted sobbing into one of the large feather pillows eventually drifting off to sleep.

Part 2: Training Begins

I don’t know how long I slept; my body was so exhausted it could have been days. It was afternoon when Liz next awoke me. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me and I didn’t like it when I found out. I’m not sure what finally made me stop hating Liz and come to love her but maybe writing this will help me figure that out…

Kerra squealed a she was awoken with the snap of a riding crop across her pert little rump. She scrambled of the bed and dove into the corner, huddling there, whimpering, and hissing at the large wolveness standing before her. Liz glared at Kerra, “Stop that kitten or I shall tear that tongue from your mouth.” Kerra whimpered but fell silent huddling deeper into the corner and gazing at Liz with tear filled eyes. “Liz please let me go,” she whimpered. Liz cracked out with the crop slapping across Kerra’s breast, “Rule one Kerra, you will address me either as Mistress Liz or Warlady Longclaw.”

The wolveness pounced on Kerra and quickly dragged her over to the bed tying her up spread eagled, hanging on the bed posts at the foot of the bed. She whimpered as she hung the ropes biting into her ankles and wrists. She looked at Liz with tear filled eyes, “please let me go.” Liz glared and the crop snapped out lashing across Kerra’s sex causing the kitten to squeal out in pain tear matting down her furry little face. “RULE ONE GIRL!” Kerra sobbed, “Yes mistress Liz...”

“That is much better Kerra,” Liz replied smiling at the kitten. “Rule two Kerra, you will obey every order I give you without question.”

“Yes mistress Liz,” the little black furred kitten answered her face soaking wet with tears.

“Very good kitten,” Liz told Kerra moving over and scritching the girls eats. “Rule number three, you will only wear the clothes that I allow you or tell you to wear.”

“Yes Liz.” *CRACK!* “MISTRESS LIZ!” The kitten screamed as the crop snapped across her rear.

“Fourth and final rule for now Kerra, NEVER let a goblin touch you or violate you, I can’t stand goblins,” Liz told Kerra with a snarl.

Kerra, now a quivering, sobbing, pleading wreck hung from the bed posts and nodded, “Y… y… yes… Mistress Liz,” she cried and pleaded, “May I please get down now?” Liz nodded and untied Kerra taking her stripped body and laying it on the bed. “Now rest, and make sure you remember the rules.”

Two weeks passed and this treatment continued, day after day Liz tied the kitten up and made her recite rules and learn the proper ways of being a slave being lashed every time she forgot something or got it wrong. By the end of the two weeks Kerra was a broken little ball of fluff cringing and nodding obeying every word that came out of Liz’s mouth even sleeping either at the foot of the bed or curled up in her arms like a pet would. She pleasured Liz daily learning what the wolveness liked or disliked; she learned Liz’s favorite food and drinks and brought her mistress daily breakfast in bed which, if Liz found complaint with, earned Kerra another flogging.

Finally Liz decided that her kitten was trained and ready to re-enter the world wearing her collar and serving her as a slave, a pet, and a sex toy, the relatively naïve kitten had been taught many things including how to pleasure Liz’s male friends if the wolveness decided to lend her out. Liz’s training had changed Kerra, the kitten still appeared to be a innocent little kitty but Liz had managed to turn her into a randy little slut whose only desire was to please her partner when she was turned on. She’d also lit the fuses to other changes as the kitten grew to enjoy being helpless and serving others due to Liz’s positive re-enforcement. One morning Kerra awoke to find her clothing returned and her mistress gone from the room. Kerra got up and tried the door finding it unlocked, but she didn’t even think of escaping, she was Liz’s now… at least for the moment.

The Collaring of Kerra Brightpaw

Part 3: The Collar

The day that Liz unlocked the door I was confused, what did she want of me, was it a test to see if I would stay? Did she mean for me to join her downstairs? Had she decided she know longer wanted me and left me to fend for myself? I sat for what felt like hours trying to figure out what was going on. My stomach finally grumbled telling me that no matter what happened I needed to eat and my mistress wasn’t going to feed me…

The 4’10” black furred kitten padded down the stairs redressed in her weather beaten skirt and worn red bodice. She padded over to the bar and slipped onto a stool not looking up yet just trying to decide what she wanted. Then a familiar voice came to her ears. “Hello little one, so the little kitten finally decided to get out of bed, tell me what you would like Kerra and I’ll get it for you. Then I’ll finish up on duty, I have a present for you.”

Kerra peeped and gasped hearing her mistress’s voice, “Oh Mistress Liz I’m so sorry; I didn’t see you. I would like a mug of cocoa mistress Liz… please?” she asked softly. “Alright Kerra, then go over and sit by the fire I’ll join you in a minute.” The wolven warlady told her pet getting the mug of cocoa and handing it to the kitten. “Yes Mistress Liz,” Kerra replied taking the cocoa in both arms and taking a sip then moving to the fire and taking a seat in one of the overstuffed armchairs.

Liz came over shortly thereafter carrying something in her hands behind her back. Kerra looked on with trepidation. Liz shooed Kerra out of the seat and sat down then pulling the kitten back into her lap. “I have a present for you Kerra,” Liz said smiling at the girl. “Mistress Liz that really isn’t necessary,” Kerra replied looking up at the wolven. Liz brought her hands forward a glint of metal in them until there was a snick of the collar closing around Kerra’s throat.

Kerra sat stunned for a moment and then yowled clawing at the collar trying to pull it off. Liz cuffed her hard and Kerra cringed whimpering, “I said you were going to be my slave kitten, didn’t you believe me?” Kerra just sniffled slightly gazing at Liz, “I di… did… didn’t know you were actually going to do it, I thought I was going to be like and unofficial pet.”

*SMACK* “Rule one kitten.”

“I’m sorry mistress Liz,” Kerra said wriggling in her new owner’s lap. “That’s alright Kerra,” the wolveness replied scritching her pet behind the ears, “Now be a good little kitten and go clean the room. It has been getting rather messy of late.” Kerra nodded and slid off Liz’s lap and headed towards the stairs, “Yes mistress Liz…”

There you have it, the story of my collaring into the service of Lizlongclaw, at the time I was still angry and hateful but there was nothing I could do about it. Soon though I realized I could have done much worse, and I gradually grew to love my mistress…

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Kerra Brightpaw

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