Best Left Unspoken
Done as a free request for a good friend
Best Left Unspoken
Sunlight fought its way through the dusty window of the local museum and into the small room where the old exhibitions were stored. Katherine sighed as she looked about the room, and there was so much to do but where to start. The snow leopard began to seriously regret her decision to take up the casual job she had accepted; it had sounded so easy, clean the old exhibitions so that they would be ready to put back on display before the weekend.
It was obvious that no one had been back here to clean the exhibitions in years. They were packed up in boxes that rested in massive bookcases that dominated the walls of the room. The dust on the floor was so thick that it left tangible footprints as she walked deeper into the room, and motes of dust danced in the air as they attacked her nose.
A sneeze that had been building ever since she entered into the room finally caught up with her, she brought her hand up to her nose to cover her mouth but all she did was put more dust on her nose. Suddenly Katherine was caught up in a sneezing fit that left her bent almost double, when she finally stopped sneezing she noticed a box that was partial open in front of her, and deciding that it was as good a place as any to start she pulled the box out from the shelf and took it over to a table to unpack the contents and dust them.
Katherine frowned as she started to unpack the box, the contents looked nothing like what she had ever seen displayed before in the museum. The museum specialised in Greek artefacts but these looks more Middle Eastern, almost Egyptian, she spun the box around to look at what they were labelled as but the label was so worn and old that it was illegible.
Cursing the lazy staff under her voice she went over to the rear bookcase, one of its shelves was dominated by books kept to identify artefacts if the labels were lost or damaged. She pulled out a copy of "The Historian's Guide to Identifying Eastern Artefacts" and stomped back over to the table, irritated that she was having to do something that should have been the museum's staff's job.
She pulled out one of the statues from the box, it was a statue of a massive lion with an impressive set of genitals, and she leafed through the book until she came to what she was searching for. Apparently the statue was of the Assyrian God Aborrash, the god of lustful pleasure and unending desire, Katherine raised an eyebrow as she read the entry. Whoever had written the book must have been interested in Aborrash because there was an almost unwholesome amount of detail about the 'rituals' the Assyrians performed for him.
Shaking her head in amusement at the strange obsession of the author about Aborrash she set the book down and was about to return to her work when her eyes ran over the author's last paragraph on the Assyrian pleasure God. It was a warning. Specifically a warning about statues of the Lion God, it said that if they were ever held aloft and a prayer to Aborrash was uttered the God would grant the prayer for a price to be exacted later.
Katherine laughed at the preposterous idea, clearly the editor never read this section or it would have been removed as a flight of fantasy on the author's part. She shut the book and began to work on dusting the box of Middle Eastern artefacts. An hour later she had finished the first box. The first out of eighty, Katherine groaned in frustration, this job was definitely not turning out as she had planned.
With a heavy sigh she sat down, the box of clean Middle Eastern artefacts looked distinctly out of place in the dusty storage room, Katherine picked up the statue of Aborrash and after staring at it for a few moments she shrugged her shoulders and said, "Might as well."
She held the statue up in the air and began to pray, to pray for the work to just be done, the price didn't matter she just really wanted to be out of this dusty room as soon as she could. As she finished her prayer a mote of dust flew up her nose, she tried to hold back the sneeze but she couldn't, with a curse she sneezed. Her eyes shut for one moment as she sneezed, just one moment, but in that one moment something strange happened.
The dust vanished, the room was immaculate. It seemed that Aborrash had been listening and he had answered Katherine's prayer, and it was to this immaculate room that Katherine found herself in as she recovered from her sneeze.
She froze, and lowered the statue down, looking at it with horror. It had been a joke, it wasn't a sincere prayer she told herself but Aborrash had delivered, and he would want his payment.
Katherine stood there for a moment, half expecting the Lion God himself to phase out of the air and take her on the table but no such divine ravaging was forthcoming, she glanced around but nothing seemed different except for the extreme cleanliness of the room. Katherine gently placed all of the Assyrian artefacts back into their box and put it back on the bookshelf, she didn't know quite what to do, it was a strange thing to know that at any time a God could call upon you and demand payment for a favour done.
For some time Katherine sat in the room and worried about what might happen but since nothing was happening she decided that she might as well take advantage of the circumstances. She walked out of the now immaculate room and into the museum proper; she really didn't want to have to explain how she managed to clean the storage room so she left a note to the curator in his office before dashing out of the museum.
Try and she might Katherine couldn't get the bizarre events of the storage room out of her head so she decided that she needed to do something to get it out of her mind. So she did what any reasonable person does when they need to get something off their mind, she went shopping.
The trip by the bus to the local shopping centre didn't take very long at all, and soon enough she was wondering through her favourite stores, picking out new clothes she was going to buy with the money she was getting from the museum.
Little did she know that Aborrash was about to call in her debt, and as she held up a flowing red dress up against herself to see how she would look in it in a mirror she began to feel hot under the collar. Her cheeks blushed beneath her snowy white fur and her breath began to come more quickly, Katherine looked around anxiously before dashing into the nearest dressing room.
She could hear people strolling around casually in the store, less than a metre away from her as she desperately pulled her shirt off exposing her breasts, Aborrash had laid his touch upon her heavily. Her sex drive had spiked into overdrive, she wanted nothing more than to burst out of the dressing room and pounce the first thing with a pulse that she saw.
Luckily the Lion God of Assyria had left her enough control to prevent her from doing that, but while he didn't insist he inflict his dreadful lust upon others he demanded that she pleasured herself. The lust that surged through her veins would not, could not wait. Katherine almost tore her jeans off in her hurry to expose herself; she sat down on the small seat they provided in the dressing room as she pulled off her panties exposing herself fully.
Her hands, almost without thought, cupped her breasts, she rolled her nipples between her fingers before roughly pinching them, she wanted it hard and she wanted it fast. She stuck a hand between her legs and shoved a finger into herself; Katherine knew that if she didn't satiate the Lion God's demands upon her soon he wouldn't be leaving her a choice in fulfilling his desires.
Soon one finger wasn't enough, so Katherine pushed another finger in, her juices dripping off her knuckles onto the floor below her, matting the fur on her fingers and around her pussy. A third finger joined the second and soon a fourth was pushed in as well, at last Katherine felt slightly better, she pounded her fingers into her cunt, stroking her inner walls as the palm of her hand dragged over her clit.
The Lion God of Assyria was greatly displeased that Katherine was not running around molesting the other patrons of the mall, this was not nearly as interesting as he had planned. He increased the pressure of his demands on the snow leopard as he watched her fingers pump in and out of her tight pussy. He wondered how she would react to his touch because mortals were such unpredictable creatures after all.
Katherine gasped as she felt the lust within her exploded out of control, she nearly threw herself through the flimsy wooden door that hid what she was doing from the rest of the untouched public. How she hated and loved that door at that moment, the rational part of her adored the door from preventing her from simply dashing out into the store while the lust filled extremes of her mind loathed that damnable chunk of wood for the reason her rational mind loved it.
Unable to resist the urge anymore the snow leopard forced her thumb inside of herself, her entire hand was almost completely within her but it wasn't enough. She roughly, almost brutally, rubbed her clit with her other hand, the soft fur of her palms driving her to the point of madness while the friction of her frantic rubbing pleasured her beyond what Katherine would have thought possible earlier in the day.
Though try as she might Katherine couldn't quite get over the edge, it seemed that Aborrash was being spiteful because she wasn't living up to her end of the deal in his opinion. Her fingers pressed deeper into her, desperately rubbing her inner walls, as she almost fisted herself. Her juices pooled on her seat and began to run down the legs of the chair, as they began to stain the floor the thing that Katherine had prayed with all of her might wouldn't happen did.
An attendant knocked on the door, "Are you okay in there, miss?" she asked politely. Katherine quietly thanked her lucky stars it wasn't a male, she didn't know that could have resisted if it had been.
As it was, Katherine didn't know if she had ever done anything harder in her life than gathering her voice firmly together and stammering out, "I'm....I'm ah fine, just having...some trouble with this zip."
Luckily for Katherine the attendant mistook her moans of pleasure and frustration as grunts of effort and cursing at a stubborn zip. The attendant rolled her eyes, thinking that Katherine was merely another woman trying to fit into a dress two sizes too small to fit her ego.
With both of her hands occupied Katherine had nothing to bite but her lip to muffle her moans of pleasure as Aborrash let loose his touch, the Lion God was determined to punish the snow leopard for defying him. With a feather touch he let loose all of the pleasure he'd been preventing Katherine from feeling at once, the orgasm that crashed over her was breathtakingly intense.
Her limbs shook beyond control, as her pussy clenched down tightly on her fingers milking them as they would a cock, the pleasure overflow was so intense that her body clenched down tighter and tighter on her fist. Tortured by pleasure far and away more than it was used to, her fluids squirted from her pussy, and coated her hands as it splattered against the mirror on the wall.
Katherine wasn't aware of it but biting her lip simply didn't cut it to suppress her yowls of pleasure, the assistant heard her yowl over the loud music the store played and walked back to the changing room with a curious expression on her face.
The fur of her hands was absolutely soaked in her juices, Katherine could feel every clench of her inner walls upon her fingers, and they squeezed down rhythmically every few seconds as raw pleasure attacked every part of her body.
And as suddenly as it had come the intense pleasure dropped off, the snow leopard slumped in the chair unaware of the juices soaked into her butt fur and trickling down her legs. Katherine was completely exhausted, she didn't think she could even muster the energy to pull her hands out of herself, but find the energy she did as another knock, far more insistent this time hammered on the door.
Katherine desperately scrambled for her clothes, and was halfway through pulling up her pants when she heard the assistant's key turn in the door. The assistant, a small doe, stood there, awestruck at what she saw and not quite sure what to make of it.
The snow leopard was bent over, her jeans just below her butt, they seemed more to frame the damp stains of Katherine's juices rather than conceal anything. Katherine hurriedly pulled on her pants on and dashed past the assistant before the doe could say anything, blushing furiously, she could almost hear Aborrash's mocking laughter in her ears as she ran out of the store.
It wasn't until she was outside of the mall entirely that she realised she could hear the laughter still, Katherine looked around to try and find the source of the laughter but she couldn't see anyone.
A deep voice whispered right into her ear, "You should have just kept your half of the bargain, Katherine, now I think I'll be keeping you around. Today was fun, maybe I'll have you run into that doe again"
Katherine started and ran off towards the bus as the mocking laughter of Aborrash followed her.