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As the festival of lanterns wound down, the mortals started to go

to sleep. It was nearly the time of night where they would all be

fast asleep, but the spirits of the forest demanded holidays

every month. The people didn't really mind; celebrating every

month was fun, children loved it, and parents loved time with

their children away to try to make more. But it was told that

those boys who were virgins could try to seduce one of the

spirits of the wood under the full moon.

This is what the cat-spirit wandering through the woods was

waiting for. Her reputation as a fertility goddess was well-

deserved; she had introduced untold generations of men to the

world of sex, and only grew more beautiful with every passing

century. She had a face that looked something like a cat, and

something like a mortal, being one of the lesser spirits. Her

nose was pink and wet, and her smile bore tiny fangs. Her skin

was covered in a soft pelt of cat-like fur, with a bright splash

of white fur on her face reflecting the moonlight.

Her clothes were minimal, ceremonial- just a simple silk robe

that covered her enormous, pert breasts and the large, bright

pink nipples that they supported. When she swished her long, thin

tail too high, or the wind picked up, the robe would sometimes

lift and expose the small piece of cloth that covered her

pillowy, firm rump in a false show of modesty.

*

She was not alone in the forest, however. Wandering through the

town that week was a traveler that heard of her legend and

decided to seek her out for himself. Having heard that she loved

to be treated well and only took to young men, he sang a love

song as lightly as he could to draw her out.

The well-endowed furry perked up her ears and started to bite her

lip when she heard the notes of the song echo through the dark

forest in the dead of night. She jumped into a tree with grace

that belied her incredibly curvy proportions. As she leapt

silently from branch to branch, drinking in the melody, her robe

fluttered open, revealing that the white fur pattern carried down

past her titanic bosom and drew the eye to her barely-covered

nether regions.

She landed easily and silently from over twelve feet in the air,

closing her robe and checking out the scene she came upon. A man

sat upon a large rock covered in dry moss that could have been

used as a bed, surrounded by old trees. As he sang, every once in

a while he would nervously withdraw a small mirror from the large

backpack he kept on his back to check his face. The cat stalked

around until she was behind him as the last notes of his song

drifted out of the glen.

He sighed and withdrew the mirror one more time, mumbling to

himself, "A sonnet, maybe? Spirits like those, right?" As he

brought it up to his face, the furry smiled and prepared to give

him a surprise he would never forget.

*

The man's eyes in the mirror snapped on to her. He grinned

hugely, and then calmly placed the mirror back into his backpack.

When he withdrew his hand again, he was holding something golden

and studded with gemstones. After taking it out, he swung it down

in a low arc and then stood and spun suddenly, catching the girl

in the strange chain. It seemed to wrap itself up her body on its

own volition, binding her arms and her robes tight to her body.

As he yanked on the chain, she fell flat onto her front- with a

cry of pain as her huge tits were crushed under her. He stepped

out of the shadows and into the bright moonlight.

This was no virgin boy, but a fully-grown man, complete with

something of a stubble beard and a well-developed musculature. He

laughed openly as he wrapped the chain around his hand, striding

towards her. The chain seemed to originate from the great

backpack that he carried with him.

The gemstones that touched against her skin- mercifully few

thanks to her robe- burned like the embers of a fire. She cried

openly a few more times, with eyes closed from the shock, before

she looked up and saw someone advancing on her. She sniveled

pitifully and cried out again, still in shock from the first

attack.

"What are you doing?!"

"Saving the village from a naughty spirit, of course." He replied

very calmly, arriving at her feet and switching out the chain in

his hand for a collar that he had hidden in the folds of his

adventuring gear.

*

The man tilted his head reflectively as he turned the spirit over

and surveyed her front half.

"You're Munyu, right?" She wailed and nodded her head in answer.

"I heard there was some kind of spirit prostitute out here.

Trying to make an army of half-human monstrosities, or just

trying to get more tribute from those poor villagers?"

"I don't! I don't!" She whined desperately, still trying not to

look at the collar and attached chain.

He took her head in his free hand and dangled the collar in front

of her. As he released his fingers, he revealed the main strap of

leather dangling from his thumb- and four more small straps

linked with chain. The spirit's eye's widened and she started to

struggle to break the chain even harder than before, a loud

sizzling sound now heard from the gemstones that were digging

into her thick, well-toned thighs and slender thighs.

The man removed the burning length of jewelry from her ankles to

her shocked gasp of relief and slipped the first two restraints

up over her feet, taking his time. He then brought the collar up

to her neck and closed it cruelly tight. Her cries were now

muffled as she struggled to maintain enough air, slowing down her

breathing. She looked down and saw that while her ankles felt

better from having the chain removed, he had arranged them with a

wooden bar in the middle that kept them spread wide when she tried

to close them.

"Is that too tight? Oh no," he mocked as the burning chain fell

the rest of the way from her and snaked back into his bag. He

ripped open her robe, forcing it past her wild flailing. She

tried to gasp as he smacked one of her nipples, but it got caught

in her throat and choked her. "These are incredible," he marveled

as he gave the other one a sharp smack next, watching the mound

of flesh jiggle to the beat of his captive's strangled moan.

*

The man quickly lifted one of her legs and attached the wrist

restraint to it, grabbing her arm and bringing it with great

strength into the leather strap. He pulled the restraint closed

to a great cry from the spirit he was binding. His face turned to

hers, and she flinched as he raised his hand in a threat to slap

her.

After she opened her eyes again and was about to see why he

didn't hit her, the slap connected. She gave one more yelp of

pain before silently weeping.

He easily lifted her other exhausted arm into the contraption,

leaving her legs spread wide open and her arms uselessly strapped

to them with a long wooden dowel keeping them apart. Whenever she

tried to struggle, she just rocked to one side or the other,

threatening to disable herself further by falling over. He smiled

and took off his backpack for the first time, withdrawing one

more item.

He collapsed in a heap on top of her, the conversation officially

over. A gag was hooked around the back of Munyu's head, and the

hard bit was shoved into her mouth. She had to stretch her jaw to

fit the hard piece of wood and metal between her fangs- it was

leaving her mouth wide open. Ironically, the gag did not serve to

silence her, only make her screams more garbled and nonsensical

as the man loosened her collar slightly to let her breathe easier

in the device.

*

As the cat looked straight at him in horror, the man pulled down

his pants and revealed his stiffening manhood. He smacked one of

her breasts with it, making a soft patting sound on her nipple

before his length stood to be fully erect. He grabbed her chest

from both sides and squeezed her breasts together cruelly with

his brute strength. The cat-spirit shook her head and continued

whining as he slipped himself in between the soft mounds.

He pumped his length in and out between her breasts, panting and

giving small moans of pleasure. The girl started to look away

from the whole situation, her eyes starting to glaze over. Before

she could, the man hooked a finger around the metal in her mouth

and yanked her head back to face him.

The man continued to smash the spirit's bosom all around himself,

until he started to slow down and make more measured thrusts. He

cruelly twisted her nipples, making her cry through the

restraints in a high-pitched sob. Chuckling slightly at this, he

twisted them even harder, pinching them between his fingers with

all the strength of his massive arms. Munyu kept on yelling and

spitting through the gag in pain, unable to escape or even

struggle against the assault while bound so completely.

The man kept on molesting her chest with his hands until he

seemed to remember that he had revealed himself. He started to

rub himself off with one hand, smiling hugely into her tear-

spewing eyes as he continued to grope her other breast.

"It's time you got what you want," his soft laugh met her furry

ears again as she gave a cough from the salty smell his groin

gave off. "Not where you want it, of course."

*

***

*

He re-adjusted himself, pulling his pants off the rest of the way

and throwing his shirt away, as well, left only in an undershirt

that did not hide his broad shoulders or hairy chest. The boy-

loving spirit moaned softly in protest as he lowered his genitals

to her face, a drip of his own spit from stroking himself

dripping off of the shaft.

The thing was slipped in between her lips and she tasted a salty

drip of fluid leak from the tip. Her tongue reflexively waggled

it to the back of her mouth to swallow before she gasped for air

and tried to push it away with her textured tongue.

"My gods, that feels amazing," the man said as her tongue

comically slipped out of her mouth and licked his head. The

spirit wept silently at this complement, and he started to get

her mouth ready by slipping two fingers in and out of it

repeatedly.

Munyu never let any of her partners do anything like this, and

they never asked because they were always so excited to stick it

in and hump her for a few moments before blowing their tiny load

inside of her. Most even masturbated while they waited for her,

thinking that she was just a legend, and that made them even

softer and even less full of seed. Now, the entire head of the

stranger's member was entering her mouth, slipping easily past

the caged fangs. Her tongue was suddenly tasting even more of the

salty syrup that was starting to come in a steady stream of clear

fluid down into her throat.

*

Munyu started to choke and sputter, her mouth and nose flinging

slime everywhere as the man put almost all of his length into her

mouth with one thrust. He couldn't get any further than the

restraining collar, her throat closed off to him, and the human

sneered with anger, withdrawing himself and slapping her again.

"Swallow it," he commanded harshly, and nearly instantly it was

back in her mouth. She wailed a hum and gulped under her collar,

the offending weapon slipping a bit further down. Her neck bulged

out around the leather strap and the man groaned loudly from the

tightness- as he mashed his pubic bone into her pink, wet,

dripping nose. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she

gagged hard, her throat twisting itself around the length as the

man roughly drove his tool into her. As he took it out again, she

took a gasp of breath, and then he had inserted it back in all

the way yet again.

His face screwed itself up into a grimace as the man started to

shake violently and hump the bound feline's mouth even more

violently. He wasn't like the boys she was used to, and prided

himself on the huge, fully-grown balls that swung into her chin

every time he drilled into her. They were full of over a weeks

worth of hard traveling with no access to release, and tightened

up around his shaft as his orgasm built to climax. Munyu's own

face started to become like a grimace, as well, her tears and

snot now flowing freely and intermixing with her spittle and the

horrible-tasting pre that dripped all around on the ground

surrounding her head.

*

The man gave a final long shudder and grabbed the spirit by the

back of the head, holding the gag's strap and digging her as far

into his lap as he could. His other hand grasped her cheeks,

hooking around her chin and pressing cruelly against her gag.

He leaned back almost until his head was against her ankle

restraints. Her eyes widened until her pupils seemed to be mere

pinpoints, his whole length now slowly and lovingly working its

way in and out as she stopped trying to fight it, letting her

throat open to please him so that he would stop trying to get

stimulation near the base.

The orgasm started to burst from the end of his shaft while he

was pleasing himself with her tongue, but he didn't even seem to

notice the first two or so ropes. They laid themselves all over

her sensitive, pink, textured organ, making her eyes close as she

analysed the strange taste. It was clearly impure- tainted with

age, with many previous lovers, and even with alcohol from

earlier in the night. Her nose wrinkled up as she sputtered some

of this first release out of her mouth, leaving a trail of white

gunk on her chin and neck.

The man roared as he started to feel the release, and he dug his

victim's nose into him one more time. Her throat closed around

the shaft as wave after wave of hot spunk flowed into her gut.

She gagged and shook violently, trying to escape from the meal of

sperm that was being injected into her. She rocked from side to

side aimlessly, her throat bruising from the neck restraint

pulling tight on her. This only served to make the sensations

more pleasurable for the howling man, who left no less than

twelve massive pumps in her.

*

Munyu started to black out from lack of breath, just like a

mortal would. The man withdrew his dirtied member and gave a few

happy moans as he rubbed the slime on her face, getting some that

was still dribbling out into her eyes. She started to give coughs

instead of yelps, and her body continued to gag from all of the

cum that was left in her mouth.

The man withdrew his softening pride and grinned hugely, removing

the gag. Instead of letting her talk, however, he slammed her

mouth closed and covered her cat-like nose with his thumb. She

looked into his eyes with a hurt expression as she swallowed

every bit, a tiny amount at a time slipping through her clenched

gullet. The man smiled at all of this, still stroking himself and

leaving a small drip of white on her forehead.

As she swallowed the last bit, she blushed deeply and started to

cry fresh tears again. The man took this as a signal that she was

ready for the next round of ministrations, and took his hand away

from her cheeks only to slap them hard again, once on each side.

"That was far less than you deserve, I'm sure."

"I didn't deserve any of that," she choked through her collar in

a high-pitched whine. "I only make mortals feel good. This mortal

made Munyu feel bad." She looked with defiance into her captor's

face, and he wiped a smear of his juices off of her face gently.

"You're right, Munyu. I'm going to make you feel good, too, okay?

I think that's fair." She snapped at his hand angrily before he

went back to his backpack.

*

He left her field of vision, and she was suddenly sorry that she

made him leave. The sound of him rummaging in his bag still

reached her sensitive ears even though he was ignoring her pleas.

"Are you still there? Hello? I'm sorry, please untie me," she

started to say in as even a tone as she could muster. But then, a

sound like a child's paper trumpet started up, and didn't stop,

only growing in intensity to a loud, low rumbling and humming-

like a spinner's wheel being run by a galloping horse.

"What's that? Who's there?" she started to panic, rocking from

side to side in her restraints again until the wood that kept her

legs spread was grabbed onto to steady her.

Something tickled her thigh more than anything had a right to

tickle her. It was a humming orb on the end of a pole, that the

man was holding in a gloved hand. The loud toy made her laugh

recklessly as he traced it over her legs and around to her tail

and firm butt cheeks. Then, he laid the bronze and wooden gadget

right on top of the silky slip of underwear that she wore, and it

was a very different sensation.

The vibrations seemed to shoot directly into her deepest regions,

and no matter how many times he removed it and put it back, it

always seemed to be a surprise when it connected again. Her body

very slowly started to build with orgasmic pleasure as she

finally started to feel the intended effect of the strange

clockwork tool.

*

Her nether lips started to lubricate themselves as the device was

pressed up to her most sensitive spot. Her face twisted into an

insane grin as the machine was pushed up in her undergarment and

made direct contact with her.

The man slowly removed her ankle restraints and the wooden pole

that kept her legs spread as she started to shake with orgasm.

When she finally reached the tipping point, almost the entire

round head of the device was digging itself into her welcoming

pink tunnel. She writhed and kicked her newly freed legs as he

popped it out and teased the nub of flesh that stood above her

hole, her pleasure building to its maximum.

She had never felt anything like the buzzing clockwork wand

before. Her body fell limp as she came harder than any boy could

make her cum. Her yowls of pleasure echoed into the woods as she

released a torrent of fluid against her will, squirting her load

for the first time in hundreds of years. The man's kiss was

readily accepted in shock as the last shudders of her climax wore

off, and she looked with awe at him as he stashed the wand back into

his backpack.

He still held the ankle restraints in his hand, keeping her on a

collar with her wrists bound. He lifted her by the arms and

looked her up and down like a fish he had caught. She threatened

to crumple because her knees were weakened from the pleasure.

"I'm going to clean off. You stay right here," the man joked as

he locked the restraints around a tree and left with his clothes.

Munyu didn't last long after that until she blacked out, the sun

rising behind her. A chorus of birds sang her to sleep as she

rubbed at her bruised neck with her hands- now bound tight

together- and waited for her new owner to return.