Ever since she was a child, Kiyotye had dreamed of magic. She used to fantasize about it every single day. Every stick she found on the ground was a potential wand, every pretty flower a possible spell component. She read about magic and talked about magic, and when she slept, her dreams were all about magic. She used to sit and daydream while her parents were out stealing, sitting up on the town walls of Alendale and kicking her feet while she imagined that a powerful wizard would lay eyes on her, realize her potential, and whisk her away to a life of power and majesty as his apprentice.
There were many sorcerers in the world, but while a king ruled the country of Daggeth, everyone knew the sorcerers of the Alchemists guild were the true power in this land... an order of immortal sorcerers practicing their arts for centuries until they were masters beyond masters. She would sit and watch them go in their black and gold robes, moving through the market squares and purchasing the rare ingredients they needed for their works. Occasionally, she had stolen especially rare ones so that she could be the one to sell them to one of the few alchemists in town, hoping that she would catch the attention of one.
Well, she had.
Alchemy, she knew, was the arcane science of exchange, of trading one thing for another thing. In order to gain anything, you had to sacrifice something else. Had she really considered that principle in more detail, she might have dreamed smaller.
One day, her father and mother never came back from the job they were on. Kiyotye and her sister had looked for them the next day, but it was Lorhreh who found them hanging from a pair of nooses over the town walls. Executed as thieves. The two of them were alone.
But, as any alchemist would have said, with sacrifice comes gain. The next day, while she was crouched against a wall, she looked up and saw a black and gold-robed figure looking down at her... Master Ezrin. He asked if she was the one who had sold him the golden orchid four weeks ago... she had, of course. She had stolen it fair and square. Then he told her that she had real potential. He wanted to make her his apprentice.
Of course, she had said yes.
Once upon a time, Kiyotye would have been thrilled beyond words to be the student of even a middling alchemist like Ezrin. He might not be one of the centuries-old Master Alchemists like the stories told of yet, but he was still orders of magnitude wiser and more skilled than her. She would have been willing to do anything, anything at all, to study beneath him.
Fate, it seemed, had a sense of humor.
Kiyotye was a young Nekonya woman of 20 years with long, flowing gold hair that reached down to her mid-back. Her almond-shaped eyes were a deep shade of blue and vertically slit like all Nekonya, and her skin had a light olive tone that hinted at her family's roots in the distant east. She was average height for a Nekonya woman, which meant she was short for a human, only 5'2, and she was decidedly slender, with a graceful demeanor that evoked images of a willow tree swaying gently in the breeze. Slightly darker gold pointed ears emerged from her hair and stretched upward, and their color was matched by the thin, furry tail that emerged from beneath her shirt... Kiyotya tried to keep both these things hidden when she went outside, but here in the tower, there was no need for that deception, at least.
Despite her delicate appearance, there was an underlying strength and determination in her gaze that spoke of a fierce intelligence. It was hard growing up as a Nekonya in Daggeth... her kind were rarely considered anything but vagabonds and thieves, not trustworthy enough for real, honest work. The irony was not lost on Kiyotye that the lack of honest work forced most Nekonya to become the thieves and vagabonds everyone already assumed they were.
The alchemist laboratory where Kiyotye spent most of her days was a marvel of ingenuity. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling wooden shelves, each one filled to capacity with bottles, vials, and jars of various sizes and shapes. These containers held a dizzying array of potions, powders, and liquid essences, all neatly labeled with Ezrin's cramped but legible script. Against the wall, there were a series of cages sized for a large dog that she had never seen the master use, but he insisted she keep clean anyway. In the center of the room stood a large granite slab, which served as a work surface for mixing and preparing substances. Above it hung an intricate system of pulleys and ropes that supported a series of adjustable mirrors designed to capture and reflect sunlight onto the work area.
In one corner of the laboratory, a large brass bellows sat on a table, its flexible leather accordion expanded and ready to be pumped. Next to it, a row of iron pipes led to a sealed chamber filled with burning coals, providing heat for various experiments. Along another wall, a collection of intricate brass instruments—scales, calipers, and dividers—hung from hooks, waiting to be called into service.
As Kiyotye swept the floor, her mind wandered back to the day when she had first arrived at Ezrin's tower, full of hope and anticipation. She had been eager to learn the arcane arts and become a master sorceress in her own right. But... she really had yet to do much in the way of learning. Mostly, Master Ezrin had her do menial labor for him. He calls them tests of her work ethic and dedication, and Kiyotye had whole-heartedly believed that was true for most of a year... but over the last couple weeks now, she was beginning to have her doubts that he would ever teach her anything.
She firmly told herself it didn't matter. She was the only thing Lorhreh had now... and if she left her place as Ezrin's apprentice, she wouldn't be able to pay for her sister and keep her from needing to become a thief. She couldn't let what happened to her parents happen to Lorhreh. So, instead of moping around, she methodically cleaned the cluttered laboratory and tried to ignore the way her fantasies of being a sorcerer were starting to taste like ashes in her mouth.
"Cat!" Ezrin's voice boomed through the laboratory, causing Kiyotye to wince. He had a habit of calling her Cat when he was angry, and it frustrated the Nekonya girl to no end. She wasn't a damned cat. Ignoring the twinge of irritation, she swiftly finished sweeping the last of the dust into a small pile before turning to face her master.
The alchemist strode into the room, his eyes narrowed behind his round spectacles. Ezrin, Kiyotye's master, was a formidable figure in his own right. His age was indeterminate, though he appeared to be in his early forties, with a well-groomed beard that matched the silvery streaks in his shoulder-length dark hair. He stood tall and imposing, with broad shoulders and a muscular build that suggested a life of hard work and discipline. His eyes were a piercing shade of green, which looked like they held the secrets of the universe within their depths. As an experienced sorcerer, he commanded respect from both his peers and his terrified apprentice."What have you been doing all day?" he demanded, sounding more exasperated than usual. "I need you to finish cleaning the mixers. They should have been done hours ago!"
Kiyotye pursed her lips but held her tongue. She knew better than to argue with her master when he was in this mood. With a slight nod, she made her way over to the row of mixing bowls and utensils that were still sitting on a side table, waiting to be cleaned. As she began scrubbing them with a soft cloth, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and resignation.
"Make sure you're gentle with those glassware!" Ezrin barked from across the room. "I don't have time to replace them if you break them! And once you're done, come and see me. I have another task for you."
Kiyotye gritted her teeth but said nothing. She was growing tired of being treated as little more than a servant, but she knew she couldn't afford to give up her position here. Not with Lorhreh relying on her for support. So, she focused on the task at hand, carefully cleaning each piece of delicate glassware and making sure not to scratch or break anything.
Kiyotye carefully wiped down each glass beaker, ensuring not a single speck of dust remained. Her hands moved with practiced precision as she worked her way through the pile of lab equipment. The soft cloth glided over the smooth surfaces, removing any residue from previous experiments.
As she continued to clean, Kiyotye was careful, and she just gently bumped one of the flasks with the cleaning cloth. She frowned as it wobbled precariously, almost slipping from its mount. It was so unstable! Why did the master have one like this? Regardless of why, the jostling stirred whatever potion was inside, releasing a strong, sweet scent. The fragrance hit her nose like a wave, flooding her senses and making her head spin. She stumbled, her balance thrown off by the sudden onset of dizziness. Her vision blurred, and she had to grip the table tightly to steady herself.
Kiyotye struggled to maintain her focus, but her thoughts seemed to twist and tangle like snakes in a pit. Her heart raced, and she felt an overwhelming sense of unease settle over her. The laboratory flickered in and out of focus, the shelves of bottles and jars becoming hazy apparitions that danced before her eyes. She tried to shut out the strange sensations, but they persisted, assaulting her from every direction.
Desperate to regain control, Kiyotye closed her eyes and took a deep breath. But the nauseating smell invaded her nostrils, triggering another wave of dizziness. She felt her knees buckle beneath her, and she knew she was falling. "Wha- M-Master... Ezrin... what.. what is..." she gasped, her voice barely audible amidst the chaos in her mind.
Before he could reply, her vision blurred, and everything spun around her. With a small cry, she tumbled to the ground amid the shattering glass, her world fading to black.
"Wake up!"
As Kiyotye regained consciousness, her senses were assaulted by a cacophony of confusion. The first thing she registered was the pounding ache in her head as if a hundred fire ants were feasting on her brain. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and it felt like she was barely hung over... her head pounded, her vision swam, and it was hard to focus on her surroundings.
Kiyotye's eyes closed once more before finally opening wide, trying to shake off the fogginess that clouded her mind. The voice rang out again, this time more insistent and louder. "Wake up!" She shook her head weakly, trying to clear the haze, and blinked several times, her vision slowly coming into focus. It wasn't until she felt the warm breath of the person hovering over her that she realized who it was.
Lorhreh!
Her sister was right in front of her, so close that their noses were almost touching, and Kiyotye jerked awake in a rush. The familiar face of her younger sister filled Nekonya with relief… but also worry. Why was Lorhreh here? And where exactly were they?
Groggily, Kiyotye tried to sit up, her arms trembling with the effort. The room spun around her, and she had to close her eyes once again to steady herself. When she opened them she was hoping that her sister would have vanished like a bad dream... but her sister was still there, still tied up. The sight sent a chill down her spine, and her heart raced with fear. What had happened to her? And why was Lorhreh here, too?
The room appeared to be some kind of dark, damp cell, with thick stone walls and a single small window high above them. Kiyotye tried to move, but she could feel the metal around her wrists restraining them above her head. Her legs were secured to Lorhreh's, making any attempt at escape futile. Together, they kept her from doing more than squirming a little.
Lorhreh's voice echoed in her ears, high-pitched and frantic. "Sister, please! What's happening? Why am I here? Why are we tied up like this?"
Kiyotye felt a sense of dread building within her as she took stock of their situation. They were both naked, their bodies pressed together in a way that seemed deliberately intimate and invasive. Nausea welled up within her as she realized that their vulvas were touching, rubbing together with each slight movement. Their breasts, small as they were, were likewise pressed against each other, and even their cat tails were wrapped tightly around each other before having a rope wound around them, leaving them with no room to move.
"I don't know, Lorhreh," Kiyotye managed to croak out, the words feeling like sandpaper against her parched throat. "But we need to find a way out of here."
Her sister's eyes were wide with terror, and she nodded vigorously in agreement. Taking a deep breath, Kiyotye began trying to wriggle free from their bonds, straining against the ropes that held her wrists firmly behind her back. But no matter how hard she pulled, the ropes refused to give, the rough fibers digging painfully into her tender skin. Lorhreh followed suit, twisting and turning in a futile attempt to loosen her own restraints. With each movement, their bodies rubbed against one another, sending shivers of disgust through Kiyotye. The intense closeness of their position, combined with the fear and uncertainty of their predicament, made her feel sick to her stomach.
As time passed, their efforts grew increasingly desperate, both sisters driven by the urgent need to escape from whatever twisted nightmare they had found themselves in. But try as they might, the ropes held fast, and their naked bodies remained bound tightly together, trapped in a cruel embrace.
The door creaked open, and Ezrin stepped into the dimly lit cell, exuding an aura of confidence and control. His eyes swept over the two struggling sisters, taking in their naked forms and the futility of their efforts to free themselves. Kiyotye and Lorhreh stopped squirming as they realized their captor had returned, their hearts pounding in fear. Kiyote's eyes were wide as saucers as her master stepped into the room... he had done this to her? But... why?
"Ah, I see you're both awake," Ezrin said, his voice smooth as silk. "Excellent." He sauntered over to them, running his fingers along their bare arms and down to their hands. Kiyotye's arms were still bound to the bed above her head, but Lorhreh's were behind her back and very vulnerable to his touch. "I trust you've been enjoying your little reunion. You were very stubborn about keeping your sister a secret from me..."
Kiyotye glared at him, her eyes afraid but also burning with defiance and a desire to protect Lorhreh. "What do you want?" she demanded.
Ezrin laughed, a cruel and mocking sound that sent shivers down their spines. "Why, my dear Kiyotye, I want so many things from you both. I want status and respect to match my talent. I want to live forever." As he spoke, Ezrin began running his hands over their bodies, caressing their breasts and stroking their thighs. His touch was invasive, making Kiyotye and Lorhreh squirm in revulsion. "But first and foremost, I want to rape both of you senseless."
As Ezrin's words sank in, Kiyotye and Lorhreh stared at him in horror. The realization that they were about to be violated by their captor sent waves of fear through their bodies. They both began to beg, their voices trembling with desperation.
"Please, Master Ezrin," Kiyotye pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don't do this. I'll do anything you want; just leave my sister alone." Her voice cracked as she spoke, betraying the depth of her terror.
Lorhreh, too, joined in the begging, her voice choked with sobs. "I'll do whatever you want," she cried. "Just don't hurt us, please!" She strained against her bonds, trying to break free from the ropes that held her attached to her sister.
Ezrin smiled cruelly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at their distress. "Oh, my dear apprentice," he said, running a finger down Kiyotye's cheek. "I have no intention of leaving your sister untouched. In fact, it's her purity that makes her so enticing."
He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling Kiyotye's ear as he whispered, "You are truly beautiful, my pretty little kitten. I would have happily taken you off the streets just to keep you chained to my bed for a decade or two. I almost did the first time you sold me your stolen goods. I'm glad I didn't... because if I had, I never would have taken the time to look closer to see that you had a sister..."
He trailed off, his hands moving to their crotches. Kiyotye felt an overwhelming sense of dread as Ezrin's fingers inched closer to her most intimate area. She couldn't see his hand, but he could watch her face in horror as he pushed his fingers into Lorhreh's pussy. The look of shock and pain on her sister's face showed Kiyotye clearly what he was doing to her, the way her lip curled in disgust, and it made Kiyotye's stomach churn. The mewling noises that escaped Lorhreh's lips sent shivers down her spine, imagining too clearly what her sister was going through.
She didn't have to imagine for long, however. All too soon, she felt her master's calloused fingers brush over her own cunt, and a second later, Ezrin pressed his fingers into her. Kiyotye felt a wave of invasive discomfort wash over her. Her body squirmed and recoiled from his touch, but the ropes and chains conspired to hold her firmly in place, leaving her helpless against his assault. The sensation of his fingers probing her depths was both foreign and unsettling, sending a mixture of fear and revulsion coursing through her veins.
Kiyotye and Lorhreh cried out in shock and disgust, their bodies tensing against the unwanted touch. Ezrin chuckled, clearly enjoying their reactions. "Yes, you're both still virgins," he confirmed. "I must say, I'm a bit surprised to find such beauty untouched. I was concerned I would be too late. You're both so beautiful that I worried you might ruin yourselves before I could get to you... but I am delighted that you saved yourselves for me."
As Ezrin continued to molest their bodies, Kiyotye and Lorhreh exchanged panicked glances, searching for any hint of escape or resistance. But their bindings held fast, and they were powerless to stop the depraved alchemist's advances.
Lorhreh sobbed uncontrollably, her entire body trembling with the force of her despair. She twisted and squirmed against the ropes that bound her as if trying to break free from the cruel hand violating her most intimate spaces. Kiyotye, on the other hand, clenched her teeth and fought to maintain composure, but the tears that rolled down her cheeks betrayed her brave façade.
Ezrin's fingers continued their invasion, plunging even deeper into the depths of the sisters' vulnerable bodies. The sensation was both foreign and excruciating, sending a wave of nausea through them. Their skin crawled with revulsion, and they could feel the wetness of their own tears mingling with the saliva dripping from their lips.
As Ezrin continued to grope the Nekonya sisters, Kiyotye felt horribly exposed. Nekonya girls never grew any body hair beneath the neck, not even a trace of pubic hair. Their smooth, hairless pussies contrasted with the sensitive pink flesh beneath his fingertips, and there was nothing to hide any part of their bodies from his seeking eyes and fingers.
"You bastard!" Kiyotye hissed, spitting the words at Ezrin through gritted teeth. "I swear to the gods, if you don't stop this, I will find a way to make you pay!" Despite her threat, she knew there was little she could do to resist the alchemist's advances. Her struggles only seemed to amuse him further. He reveled in the sensation of their silky skin, relishing the feel of their labia as he traced them delicately, rubbing their clits and probing their hymens with increasing pressure.
His fingers felt like they were coated in chili oil for how hot their touch was against her skin. It was only after a few minutes of squirming that Kiyotye noticed that her body felt hyper-sensitive and everything hurt... yet she was oddly numb to pleasure. It was as if every touch burned like a fire, but there was no corresponding spark of arousal to combat the discomfort of his assault on her pussy lips and clit. "Wha... what did you do to us?" she forced out.
Ezrin chuckled, the sound of his amusement sending shivers down Kiyotye's spine. He casually stroked her swollen labia while Lorhreh sobbed uncontrollably beside her. "You should be thanking me, my kitten," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You wanted to learn something of alchemy? You are one of the first to experience something very special I've created."
He slid a finger inside Kiyotye, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her as her body tensed. Her pussy felt raw and sensitive, every inch of her flesh aflame with discomfort. But what baffled her was the lack of arousal she felt despite the intensity of his touch. She bit her lip, trying to maintain composure as Ezrin continued his assault on her vulnerable body.
"It's an alchemical suppressing agent," he explained, his words laced with satisfaction. "Think of it as... something like an anti-aphrodisiac. It completely dampens any feelings of pleasure or desire. No matter how much I stimulate your sweet pussies, you'll remain dry and unresponsive... just the way I need you to."
Kiyotye groaned, partly from frustration and partly from the increasingly urgent need to escape from this nightmare. To have her body so at the mercy of such a despicable man was a torture she never could have imagined. As Lorhreh's cries intensified, she knew they had to find a way out of this situation, but their bindings held fast, offering no respite from Ezrin's depraved desires.
The alchemist chuckled. "I need to make sure you don't cum. I didn't need to make it heighten every bit of sensitivity while it's at it... but I like the way you squirm."
The lack of pleasure only added to their misery as Kiyotye and Lorhreh struggled to endure the prolonged molestation. Though they tried to remain stoic, the pain and indignity of the situation threatened to overwhelm them. They exchanged desperate glances, seeking solace in each other's eyes but finding no escape from their torment.
Ezrin chuckled at Kiyotye's horrified expression and placed his hands on the front of his black robes. He opened them up without flourish or drama, letting the robe drop to the ground and exposing his bare chest... and...
Kiyotye stared, eyes wide. She had occasionally seen a man's penis... burgling people while they were with a lover was a good way to catch them distracted. Ezrin's cock was larger than any she had seen before, no doubt amplified by some kind of alchemical magic... but that wasn't what got her attention. The second large dick nestled against his muscular thighs is what did that.
"What is it?" Lorhreh asked, tears filling her eyes as she looked down at her sister's horror-struck expression. Being on top and forced to face her sister, she couldn't see the alchemist behind them. "What's going on? Ki, what is it?!"
Kiyotye, however, couldn't answer... the Nekonya was struck silent with shock.
Ezrin laughed triumphantly, his eyes shining with a cruel gleam. "Behold the true power of an alchemist!" he boasted. He placed a hand on each of his erect cocks and began stroking them slowly as if savoring the moment. He stared at Kiyotye's terrified face as she gaped at the sight before her, unable to tear her gaze away from the twin shafts that stood proudly before them.
"What's he doing?" Lorhreh whimpered, her voice trembling with terror. She squirmed helplessly against her bindings, desperate to escape the nightmare unfolding before their eyes.
Ezrin chuckled, enjoying the fear he saw in their eyes. "I've always been gifted," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Conjuring a second tool was a trivial matter." He stroked his cocks faster, making sure they both reached full hardness before he continued. "It wouldn't do to take you one at a time... I'd just waste your potential. And besides..." he smirked. "Raping you both... simultaneously? Will be much more fun."
His words sent a shiver down Kiyotye's spine, and she could feel Lorhreh's body tense in horror beside hers. Both girls flinched away as much as their bonds would let them as Ezrin rubbed his twin erections against their pussies, heightening their discomfort and fear even further.
Kiyotye struggled against her bindings, trying to distract Ezrin with promises of obedience and submission. "Please, master," she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'll do whatever you want. Just spare my sister!"
Despite her terror, Lorhreh found the courage to add her own pleas to her sister's. Lorhreh sobbed, her voice trembling with fear as she begged Ezrin not to hurt her. "Please... don't do this to me... I'll do anything... just let us go." Her words were barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing and the rain outside.
"Master Ezrin, please," Kiyotye begged. "I've been your loyal apprentice... your servant! Please, take me instead!" Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. "Let Lorhreh go... I'll be your willing slave... I'll fuck you just the way you want!"
Ezrin laughed, his cruel gaze fixed on the two helpless sisters. "You already will," he said, his voice cold and unyielding. "But I like your spirit, Cat. Your devotion to your sister is commendable... if foolish. Soon, I suspect you'll think otherwise."
Undeterred, Kiyotye continued to beg. "I'll fuck you every day," she promised, her voice raw with desperation. "You won't have to tie me up or anything... I'll be your enthusiastic little..." She shuddered and swallowed. "...Kitten. I'll do whatever you want... just please, let Lorhreh go!"
Ezrin shook his head, his expression twisted with amusement. "I don't think you understand, Kiyotye," he said, his tone mocking. "You aren't valuable to me. You're only worth anything as a pair... and there's nothing you can offer me that's worth more than the elixirs I'll make from you."
Kiyotye's eyes widened with fear, but she refused to give up. "I'll steal for you," she offered, her voice dripping with shame. "I'll rob other alchemists... get you all the ingredients for elixirs you want... just please, don't do this to us!"
Ezrin chuckled, wrapping a hand around each of his erect cocks and stroking them slowly. "You truly are a resourceful girl, Kiyotye," he said, and she felt his cock prod against her slit again. "But I already have all the ingredients I need right here... and I'm going to enjoy taking them from the pair of you, whether you like it or not."
Lorhreh whimpered, her body trembling against Kiyotye's as she struggled to break free from their bonds. "Please..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Just let us go... we won't tell anyone... we promise..."
But Ezrin only laughed, his eyes shining with a cruel gleam. "No," he said firmly. "No, you won't."
Kiyotye had talked her way out of trouble all the time, and she opened her mouth to try again... only for Ezrin to cut her off by beginning to thrust himself inside her. Kiyotye screamed, and the Nekonya girl's younger sister let loose an agonizing cry at the same time, revealing that his second shaft was sinking into her at the same time.
Kiyotye looked up into Ezrin's smirking face, screaming as the alchemist began to push his twin cocks into the two Nekonya girls. His massive members strained against their dry pussies, forcing them open bit by agonizing bit. "Aaaigh! Stop it!" Kiyotye cried out as she felt the hot flesh of his cockhead beach her dry, unwilling entrance, battering it down like a ram against the gates of a fortress. Her eyes widened with disbelief as it slowly began to push past the resistance of her body, each inch causing her unbearable pain.
The surface of his cock was somewhat slick, covered with more of that alchemical suppressant he was using... but that didn't make the penetration any less excruciating for Kiyotye or her sister. Its only contribution seemed to be keeping Ezrin from chaffing his skin as he raped her, and making sure that her sensitivity was cranked up so high that she could feel every ridge and vein on his shaft as it slowly buried itself inside her.
She had occasionally played with herself, using her fingers to find pleasure, but this stretching of her tender flesh was utterly incomparable to anything she had ever done to herself. Her mind reeled from the sensations assaulting her body, each one more intense than the last. "P-please..." she whimpered, doing her best to stop the tears that wanted to stream down her face. "Stop... leave Lorhreh alone..."
Lorhreh, too, was whimpering incoherently beside her, her breathy pleas mixing with Kiyotye's cries of pain. "N-no... Stop... Ki... Ki, save me... help... stop... hurts..." The younger cat-girl moans drifted back and forth between thoughts, her words a confused jumble of desperate pleas and agonized complaints. Ezrin only chuckled and continued his relentless thrusts. Kiyotye felt her sister's body tremble against hers as Lorhreh arched her back, their shared suffering drawing them closer even as Ezrin's twin cocks brutally pried them apart.
As the first few inches of her former master's cock sank into her, Kiyotye felt her insides begin to burn. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a searing agony that radiated from her core outwards. It was as if her entire being was on fire, yet somehow, she could not break free from the torment.
Ezrin's hips rocked back and forth, slowly working his massive member deeper into her aching pussy. With each thrust, he pushed himself further inside her, the pressure building and building until she thought she might burst apart at the seams. Kiyotye's vision blurred as the pain intensified, her whole world narrowing to the point of contact between her ravaged pussy and Ezrin's merciless cock. There was no escape from the agony, no respite from the torture. All she could do was endure it, her cries echoing through the room along with Lorhreh's.
Then, abruptly, Ezrin stopped.
Kiyotye stared up at the sorcerer she had called her master as he rested against both of their bodies, and she felt his cock pressing against Nekonya girl's hymen. She could feel the delicate barrier within her, trembling under the weight of his thick member... pressed so tightly against him she could feel the alchemist's heartbeat against her virginity. Her eyes fluttered shut as she tried to brace herself for the misery to come, and above her Lorhreh whimpered, equally terrified...
But Ezrin didn't move. His eyes looked down at them with a calculating intensity, his bright gaze boring into them in the moment of his triumph... and still, he didn't move. Kiyotye's heart skipped a beat, hoping against hope that her words had somehow gotten through to him. That he would let them go... or, at the very least, let her sister go. But then, without warning, he slammed forward, shattering the last meager protection their holes offered against him in the space of a single breath.
Lorhreh let out a bloodcurdling scream, her body convulsing in agony as the membrane that had protected her maidenhood tore away. Kiyotye clenched her jaw, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood in her mouth, but even she couldn't completely stop the sound of her misery from escaping her lips. Tears streamed down her cheeks as unstoppable as the rain as she struggled to remain silent and deny this monster his satisfaction.
Ezrin's laughter echoed through the room, mocking their suffering as he began to move his hips forward and back. Now that he was this far inside of him, he could back up and ram himself forward, using momentum to hammer his way deeper... making his monstrous cocks saw their way in and out of the sisters' defiled pussies. The friction was unbearable, each thrust sending fresh waves of pain through their bodies. Kiyotye felt as if she were being torn apart from the inside, the burning sensation growing more intense with every stroke.
The sensations were overwhelming, each inch of his cock feeling like a mile as it invaded her body. Kiyotye's head spun, her thoughts scattered amidst the storm of pain raging inside her. Yet even in her delirium, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer this torture would continue, how much more her poor body could take before it finally gave out.
Despite her best efforts, a low moan of anguish escaped her lips, mingling with Lorhreh's cries. They were trapped in this nightmare, their bodies brutalized by the very man who had once been their mentor. At that moment, Kiyotye wished she could disappear or turn back time to when her greatest concern had been the intensity of her daydreams... But there was no escape, no turning back. They were at Ezrin's mercy, and he seemed to have none. His thrusts grew faster, harder, as he reveled in their torment. Kiyotye's vision blurred, and for her, the world vanished save for the point that his cock impaled her. The pain was so all-consuming that it left no room for thought... momentarily, it drove even her thoughts for her sister out of her head.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ezrin's pelvis came to rest against her own, signaling that his entire length was now buried within both Nekonya. Kiyotye gasped for air, her chest heaving as she tried to regain control of her shattered senses. Above the two of them, Ezrin grunted satisfaction onto the back of her sister's neck as he savored his victory.
"There," he said, his voice hoarse with exertion. "All the way in." Ezrin remained motionless for a moment, savoring the exquisite sensation of being enveloped within the tight, virginal depths of Kiyotye and Lorhreh. Their bodies clung to his thick members like a second skin, and the heat and the feeling of fullness alone were almost too much to bear.
Lorhreh whimpered, her voice raw with agony. Her dark curls brushed against Kiyotye's face as she begged Ezrin to pull out, her tears falling unchecked. Kiyotye tried to comfort her sister as best she could, pressing her lips against Lorhreh's damp cheek and kissing away her tears while she whispered soft reassurances. "It's ok, Lorhreh... be strong now. We'll be ok..." she promised... but Kiyotye had no idea if she was making false promises to her sister. There was no relief in sight. Their tormentor seemed all too content to leave them trapped beneath him, their bodies impaled on his massive cock.
"Please..." Lorhreh whined. "Please, stop..."
Ezrin chuckled, casually reaching down to touch their ravaged cunts. His fingers came back up, and Kiyotye could see that they were slick with blood - the price of their shattered virginities and unprepared flesh. "Stop? I suppose I could..." Ezrin said as he reached to the table and picked up a small glass vial. Casually, he wiped his fingers off the rim, letting their conjoined blood drip down into it. "I do have everything I need. I could stop..." He smiled down, meeting Kiyotye's wide eyes as he grinned his cruel grin. "But why would I, when having two subhuman whores wrapped around my cock feels this good?"
He began to move again, slowly withdrawing almost all the way out... before slamming back into them with renewed vigor. Kiyotye cried out, her voice mingling with Lorhreh's as they struggled to endure the onslaught. They felt stretched beyond their limits, their bodies burning with an intensity that threatened to consume them whole. The relentless assault on their sensitive flesh seemed to have no end, and each moment brought with it a fresh wave of agony.
Kiyotye tried to focus on anything other than the pain, desperately seeking refuge in memories of happier times. She thought of their days spent running through the streets, laughing and playing like carefree children. She remembered their mother's gentle smile and their father's booming laughter. But even those cherished memories were tainted by the brutality of their present circumstance, the darkness of their current situation casting a shadow over everything they once held dear.
Their cries filled the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing through the chamber. It was a desperate symphony of pain and misery, a testament to the depths of Ezrin's cruelty. Kiyotye knew they couldn't survive this for much longer and that their bodies were being pushed to the very brink of endurance. Even so, Ezrin showed no mercy… if anything. his thrusts grew even harder and faster as he reveled in their torment.
With each movement, Kiyotye felt herself slipping further away from reality, her mind struggling to cope with the unrelenting pain. She clung to Lorhreh; their bodies pressed tightly together as they shared this living nightmare. At that moment, they were each other's lifeline, their only anchor in a world that had turned against them.
Kiyotye's tough facade began to crumble as the pain flooded her senses, becoming too much for her to bear. Her screams grew louder and more desperate, mingling with Lorhreh's cries in an agonizing chorus. A part of her watched helplessly as her strong front shattered like fragile glass, leaving her feeling pathetic and weak.
The two Nekonya were now screaming harder than they ever had in their lives, right in each other's faces. The force of their cries caused Lorhreh's tears and spit to drip down onto Kiyotye's face beneath her, a salty reminder of their suffering. Kiyotye wanted nothing more than to comfort her sister and be the big sister she was supposed to be, but the pain was too great and too consuming. For the two of them, their bond as sisters was both a source of strength and a cruel joke. They drew solace from each other's presence, yet their shared agony only amplified their torment.
To Kiyotye, it felt like her cervix was being punched over and over again, and she couldn't imagine that Lorhreh was suffering any less as her abusive Master continued his relentless assault on their bodies. Each thrust felt like a million needles piercing their dry, ravaged pussies, the stabbing pain radiating throughout their beings. Their pussies wept crimson tears, the blood trickling from the cruel wounds his cocks had made of their cunts. Even the world's most veteran whore would have her slit turned into a bloody wreck by what the alchemist was doing to them, and they were just two small Nekonya...
At least the blood provided some slight lubrication for their dry holes, but if Kiyotye hoped that would make their lives easier, then she was disappointed. It seemed to hurt that it did almost nothing to alleviate the pain of being fucked. Instead, it allowed Ezrin to rape them even harder, his cock sliding in and out of their abused pussies with ease.
Ezrin's mocking voice cut through the air like a knife as he observed their shared torment. "Look at that. Lorhreh's blood is dripping down onto your pussy, Kiyotye," he sneered, the alchemist's mocking voice ringing in her ears. "It's almost poetic, isn't it? Your sister's suffering is lubricating your own." His words were salt in the wound... The thought disgusted Kiyotye thoroughly, adding another layer of torment to their already unbearable suffering.
Kiyotye gritted her teeth, trying not to scream as the pain intensified. Every fiber of her being longed to escape from this living hell, but there was no way out. The ropes binding them to the makeshift bed felt like iron chains, holding them prisoner as Ezrin took his twisted pleasure. Lorhreh's cries grew louder as the pain became too much to bear. She thrashed against her restraints, her body shuddering with every brutal thrust. Kiyotye could feel her sister's hot, salty tears falling onto her face, mingling with her tears.
Ezrin's torment continued, his fingers reaching down to play with Lorhreh's hair and her breasts as he mockingly complimented the two sisters on how good their bodies felt. The pounding went on relentlessly, with Kiyotye's pussy aching and raw. She could feel Lorhreh's warmth beside her, their bodies rubbing against each other as they writhed in pain. Their pussies ground together, chests pressed firmly, faces mere inches apart.
Ezrin tortured his helpless captives with meticulous precision, each thrust strategically designed to inflict the most pain possible. A sadistic smile spread across his face as he delighted in their suffering. His movements became more erratic as the sisters screamed in agony, provoking him even further. Each thrust felt like a jagged blade ripping through their tender flesh, the intense pain causing their muscles to clench around his violating shafts.
As if his brutal thrusts weren't enough, Ezrin decided to add to their torment by roughly pinching their sensitive clits and nipples. His strong fingers dug into their delicate flesh, twisting and pulling with the intent to cause as much pain as possible. Kiyotye and Lorhreh writhed beneath him, desperate to escape the torment he inflicted upon their vulnerable bodies.
The minutes dragged on like hours, slowly transforming into an eternity of agony. Each sister felt like she would lose her mind from the relentless torture Ezrin subjected them to. As the pain intensified, so did their screams, echoing throughout the tower and serving as a testament to their tormentor's cruelty.
Finally, through gritted teeth and desperate pleas, Kiyotye managed to tear enough conscious thought back to beg for mercy once more... and to her surprise, the words that came out of her mouth weren't asking for mercy for herself. "Please," she gasped between screams. "Let Lorhreh go... you've gotten what you wanted..."
Ezrin chuckled darkly, and he leaned down past Lorhreh, his breath hot against Kiyotye's face as he leaned down right alongside her younger sister. "Oh, I couldn't possibly do that," he said, his voice dripping with malice. He reached out his tongue and dragged it along her tear-soaked face, tasting Lorhreh's agony from her cheek. "You still have no idea why I'm doing this, do you? You really would have been completely worthless as an apprentice."
With a particularly vicious thrust, he drove his cocks even deeper into their abused pussies, eliciting fresh screams from the sisters. "Elixir Rejuvenata," he said, savoring each syllable of the word like it was a prayer. "That's the secret to eternal life and eternal youth, the secret that divides the lesser alchemists from the master. You are only a Master Alchemist after you have successfully brewed yourself a dose of immortality."
Ezrin violently bit Lorhreh's ear, drawing a trickle of blood that slowly ran down her neck. His words became more erratic as he continued to thrust into the two sisters, his voice rising in pitch with each sentence, enjoying taking pleasure from the sisters. "Alchemy is the art of transmutation, turning one thing into another thing... and to give myself life and youth, I need to take it away from someone else..."
He grunted in ecstasy. "Surely, even as worthless of an apprentice as you have heard the rumors. The folk tales that Nekonya have nine lives," he declared, spitting the word 'lives' as if it were a curse. "You have no idea how true those ignorant sayings actually are."
Kiyotye tried to focus on his words despite the pain coursing through her body. "What are you talking about?" the cat-girl all but shouted.
Casually, Ezrin grabbed onto their tied tails and yanked on them, making Kiyotye screech. "Surely you didn't think it was an accident that the people regard your kind as gutter trash... unworthy of any protection or regard?" Ezrin said with a laugh. "Life energy might be bound to our physical forms... but there are ways to unbind it, to separate the spiritual from the physical. But it requires precise timing... and very precise methods." He chuckled darkly, his fingers digging even deeper into Kiyotye's sensitive clit. "It requires two sisters... plucked from innocence in the same moment. Their life and youth uncorked and turned into fuel for my elixir."
Kiyotye felt her heart race as panic set in. She couldn't bear the thought of losing her sister, especially not like this. In desperation, she begged Ezrin to spare Lorhreh's life. "Please," she cried, tears streaming down her face, "if you need to kill someone, kill me! Just leave my sister alone!"
The sadistic alchemist laughed even harder, clearly enjoying the sisters' suffering. "Oh, you foolish creatures," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Don't you understand? You aren't going to die... that's why we use Nekonya. Why the Alchemists Guild has worked for so long to turn your kind into pariahs that no one will miss when they disappear? Elixir Rejuvenata cures any injury, and restores youth, and slows aging... but it doesn't work forever. Eventually, I will need to take it again. A normal, human pair of sisters would die after I used them to brew my elixirs... but not you. After I've broken you in, I can do this again, and again, and again... eight more times."
Ezrin sneered into Kiyotye's gaze. "Probably every master alchemist in the country has a pair of Nekonya sex toys bound in their home, there to be fucked and fed on for centuries until they are entirely used up. You two are going to be mine... So you see, you aren't going to die today. But that doesn't mean both of your lives aren't forfeit anyway."
Kiyotye's mind reeled as she tried to understand this: She had been taken in purely to serve as a source of life energy for his rituals and to lure her sister into his clutches. This tower, her home for her apprenticeship, was no longer a sanctuary of learning; instead, it had become a chamber of horrors where she would suffer for centuries.
As if to emphasize his point, Ezrin reached up and grabbed a handful of Lorhreh's long hair, roughly yanking her head back so he could see her face. Her eyes were nearly blank... there was no sign that the dark-haired cat-girl had processed anything that Ezrin had just said. "I think this one might already be half gone," he said with a laugh. "Her body and soul might be the key to my immortality, but the mind and innocence are such fragile things."
Ezrin's eyes shifted back to Kiyotye as he let go of Lorhreh and let her collapse back down onto her sister. "And you... no more talk, now. If you have breath to talk, I'm clearly being too merciful on you still." He raised one hand and began making arcane gestures with it... Kiyotye recognized the arcane symbols for "binding," "summoning," and "outsider," but he flashed through the rest too quickly for her untrained mind to process. Then a small tear seemed to rip itself open in the air by his side, and something emerged from it.
Kiyotye stared in shock and disbelief as a thing emerged from that torn hole in reality... A tentacle. It started small, but more and more of it slithered its way out of the portal, hanging in mid-air as if an invisible force suspended it. The thing was a vibrant purple, slick with glowing green slime, and covered in blunt spikes that menaced her with their mere presence.
"Please... please!" Kiyotye begged. "I'll shut up! You don't have to-"
Ezrin made a quick, dismissive gesture, and the tentacle shot forward like a striking snake... and every thought in Kiyotye's head vanished in a searing pain that seemed to consume her very being. She screamed like a banshee until her lungs were empty, and then she breathed in and screamed again... and it was only after her lungs and throat burned from the screaming that it penetrated her shock and agony what had happened. The tentacle had stabbed its way into her virgin asshole, its slimy surface finding easy purchase in the blood and mucus that coated her sensitive flesh. The spikes that covered it might not have been sharp enough to rip her apart, but her body had never been meant to take anything shaped like that either, and the dull spikes tore into her delicate tissues, causing her to shriek even louder as the abominable appendage relentlessly pushed deeper.
The pain was overwhelming, rendering her incapable of speech or coherent thought. She clenched her teeth, her body shuddering in response to the brutal assault on her anal cavity. The tentacle continued to thicken as it pounded into her, each thrust sending fresh waves of pain coursing through her trembling form. The deeper it went, the thicker it was, and the more it hurt.
Ezrin looked on with malicious satisfaction, mocking her suffering as he reveled in her tightened grip on the invading tentacle. "Oh yes... you are so much tighter for me like this," he told her. "You should take a lesson from this, Cat. Your defiance will only ever serve to make you more pleasurable for me to rape." Ezrin thrust harder as he hissed out the words, his voice dripping with cruelty. "Each time you fight me, I will enjoy breaking you that much more."
Kiyotye's world narrowed to the unending torment of the tentacle violating her most intimate places. There was no escape, no relief, only the unyielding pressure of the monstrous appendage as it mercilessly pounded into her vulnerable flesh. With every desperate breath, she prayed for a release from the nightmare, knowing deep down that this was only the beginning of a lifetime of suffering at the hands of the sadistic alchemist.
"Pleaaaaaase!" Kiyotye tried desperately to plead with Ezrin, but her voice was reduced to incoherent hoarse whispers between screams. "P-puhlease! Please!" she screamed as she endured the unrelenting assault on her body. Her vision blurred, and to Kiyotye, it was almost like she was floating outside of herself, watching the horrific scene unfold as if it were happening to someone else.
Ezrin's thrusts grew faster, harder, and more violent as he neared his climax. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his eyes blazed with a primal intensity that sent chills down Kiyotye's spine. She clenched her teeth, her body tense and aching from the brutal treatment, but there was no escape from his twin cocks.
Then, without warning, the alchemist cast another spell... and Kiyotye felt a searing pain course through her body as electricity suddenly sparked off of his cock. She screamed until her throat felt tattered... It was like he had stabbed her with a lightning rod and left her on top of the tower in a storm. The lightning tore through her every nerve ending and left her trembling and gasping for breath. On top of her, Lorhreh screamed anew… her own agony mirroring Kiyotye's as the electricity surged through her body as well.
Ezrin laughed cruelly, reveling in their shared torment. His laughter was like a knife to Kiyotye's heart, twisting deeper as he pulsed the electricity on and off, each surge bringing fresh waves of pain that threatened to overwhelm her senses. Her thoughts scattered, reduced to mere fragments as she fought to survive the unbearable agony coursing through her veins. Lorhreh's screams echoed through the chamber, a desperate plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. Kiyotye felt her cries merge with her sister's, their voices forming a tragic chorus of anguish. As the electricity continued to surge through their bodies, Kiyotye's grip on reality slipped further away, leaving her adrift in a sea of suffering. As the suffering intensified, a sudden realization dawned on Kiyotye. If given the choice to free herself or her sister, she wasn't sure she would choose Lorhreh anymore. The pain was too much, too intense for her to bear. She wanted it to end, no matter what the cost. It was a betrayal of everything she believed in, but at that moment, all she could think about was making the torture stop.
Ezrin watched their torment with malicious satisfaction; his gaze locked on the expression of guilty despair that flashed across Kiyotye's face. In that glance, Kiyotye could tell he knew her thoughts, her conflicting desires... and he relished in her internal struggle. He really was her teacher still, and he was teaching her a truth of the world... that this was what true power looked like. With nothing more than his will and his cock, he could reduce the proud, loving, kind, independent Nekonya girl to a quivering, broken mess, willing to sacrifice anything to escape the unyielding grasp of his sadistic desires.
Finally, with one last longer electric shock, Ezrin reached his climax, releasing a huge load of cum into both their pussies. The tentacle inside Kiyotye's asshole also released its contents, flooding her sensitive interior and adding to her humiliation. Ezrin's semen stung their insides, its bitter taste and pungent odor serving as a constant reminder of their degradation.
As Ezrin's orgasm subsided, he remained nestled within the two women, savoring the sensation of their convulsing bodies as they struggled to adapt to the sudden absence of pain. His massive erection continued to throb inside them, the pulsing veins pressing against the tender walls of their pussies. He could feel their bodies desperately trying to expel him, but he held firm, luxuriating in the exquisite feeling of their wetness around him.
Kiyotye let out a shaky sob, her entire body trembling uncontrollably as she finally began to process the horrors she had just endured. Her heart felt heavy with guilt, and her mind clouded with shame.
After several seconds, Ezrin gave a satisfied groan and pulled out, allowing his thick cum to pour from their holes. Kiyotye felt the warm liquid trickle down her inner thighs, mixing with her sister's juices and forming a sticky mess between them. The mixture dripped from Lorhreh's pussy onto her own, coating them both in a tangible reminder of their humiliation.
With a sadistic grin, Ezrin pressed on Lorhreh's back, causing both girls' bellies to push against each other. The pressure forced more of his semen out of their tight holes, creating a messy pool beneath them. As the bloody cum flowed freely, Ezrin chuckled in amusement as the two despondent Nekonya sisters hung their heads, their unfocused eyes staring into oblivion. With a smirk, he walked to his table. He gathered more vials, emptying them of their alchemical contents without any care for the potential consequences... putting one of them beneath the dripping mixture and filling it before setting it off to the side.
Kiyotye's heart ached as she watched her tormentor collect their combined fluids, a physical representation of their violation. She couldn't help but wonder what twisted plans he had in store for them next, and the thought filled her with dread. The cat-girl wanted nothing more than to roll over and disappear into a deep sleep, but her body refused to cooperate. She couldn't even muster the energy to object when Ezrin flipped her over so that Lorhreh was now on the bottom, and Kiyotye's long blonde hair, soaked in her sweat, covered her little sister's face.
As soon as they were in position, Ezrin sauntered back to stand before them, his twin erections jutting out like angry fists, ready to pummel anything that got in their way. "Now," he drawled, "it's time for you both to show some gratitude for giving your worthless lives meaning." The words dripped with sarcasm, his icy gaze boring into their souls.
Kiyotye felt her stomach turn when she saw the two engorged members glide closer, their glistening surfaces covered in a mixture of blood and semen. Bile rose in her throat as Ezrin grasped her chin roughly, forcing her to look directly at the horrific appendages. "Open your mouth, Cat, Kitten," he commanded, his voice laced with menace. "And don't even think about biting me. I'm a master alchemist in all but name... wound me, and I'll not only heal any damage you cause, but I'll rip your teeth out as punishment."
She could feel Lorhreh trembling beneath her, the fear emanating from her sister palpable and contagious. Squeezing her eyes shut, Kiyotye tried to refuse... to force herself to keep her mouth shut. She had seen some of the whores of the city on their knees in alleys, taking coin before taking men's lengths in their mouths and worshipping them like angry sexual gods. She wouldn't do it. He had already raped her, raped them both... but he couldn't force her to do this.
She was, of course, wrong.
When the first electric shock coursed through their bodies, they both screamed in unison, their muffled cries echoing off the walls of the dungeon. Their screaming mouths were all the invitation Ezrin needed to take what he pleased from the suffering sisters, thrusting his cocks inside with a force that left them gasping for air.
The sensation of warm flesh filling her mouth was almost too much for Kiyotye to bear. Her instincts screamed at her to bite down, to do anything she could to escape this torment, but the threat of losing her teeth kept her compliant. As Ezrin began to move his hips back and forth, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of their mouths filled the room, a sickening soundtrack to their degradation.
With each agonizing pass, Kiyotye could feel the rough, calloused hands of Ezrin holding her head firmly in place while his thick cock pressed relentlessly against her tongue. Cringing in disgust, she tried in vain to suppress the revolting taste of his semen mixed with the coppery tang of blood and saliva that filled her mouth. The knowledge that it was mostly Lorhreh's blood and cum she was tasting made it even worse, the thought of her sister's suffering tormenting her as much as the physical violation itself.
Despite her best efforts, Kiyotye couldn't help but shudder as Ezrin's swollen member slid in and out of their shared prison, the wet slapping sounds of his pelvis crashing against their faces, echoing through the dungeon like a warped symphony of degradation. She longed to escape this nightmare, but every time she attempted to jerk her head away or close her mouth, the damning threat of losing her teeth loomed over her like a vengeful specter.
For what seemed like an eternity, Ezrin mercilessly assaulted their mouths, treating them as nothing more than vessels for his carnal desires. The sisters' muffled cries echoed in the dungeon, their fear and humiliation feeding Ezrin's insatiable hunger for domination. The more excited he grew, the more frenzied his thrusts became, the rapid smacking sounds of his skin slapping against their faces reverberating through the air.
Ezrin grinned wickedly as he forced his engorged cock deeper into their throats, the wet, choking gasps of the bound cat-girls music to his ears. His hands reached to grab onto both of Kiyotye's pointed ears, using them like handles to fuck their faces more violently... holding both sisters in place as he ruthlessly pounded his length into their mouths. Kiyotye's eyes bulged, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought to keep her airway open, the feeling of suffocation overwhelming her.
"It's always a shame when I can't hear you scream anymore," Ezrin hissed, his breath hot against their faces. "But choking and gagging are almost as exquisite. I do so love to hear my playthings struggle."
Kiyotye tried desperately to breathe, her lungs burning as Ezrin stayed buried deep in her throat. She could feel her sister's body twitching beneath her, Lorhreh's airway constricted by the cruel hand of their captor. Her squirming ground their breasts together, Lorhreh's nipples scraping over hers.
The world was just starting to go dark, and Kiyotye was certain she was going to pass out, but just then, Ezrin pulled back, granting her a precious moment to gulp air into her starving lungs. This respite, however, was short-lived... just a few short gasps later, Ezrin mercilessly plunged back into her mouth, and his relentless pace pushed her quickly to the brink of consciousness once more. Kiyotye felt her vision begin to tunnel, the edges of her awareness growing dim. Panic welled within her, the knowledge that they were completely at Ezrin's mercy terrifying in its finality.
Then, just before she passed out, he pulled back again. She could breathe again. She was choked again. The sadistic sorcerer expertly timed his thrusts, pulling back just enough to keep the girls from passing out while simultaneously denying them the luxury of a full breath. Dimly through her own suffering, Kiyotye realized that he wasn't even pulling out of Lorhreh at the same time as he was letting her breathe... he was being careful to keep them both on the edge of consciousness, maximizing their suffering. Kiyotye's horror grew as her suffering-cracked mind processed this and wondered how it was possible that the alchemist was so good at this. He had honed this skill... how many women had he practiced on before then? How many other countless slaves had choked on Ezrin's cock before her? The thought sent a shiver down her spine... but her lack of oxygen quickly gave her more pressing concerns.
Endless minutes ticked by as Ezrin continued to violate their mouths, the torturous pleasure he derived from their suffering fueling his desire to push them even further.
With a triumphant grunt, Ezrin's cock twitched violently as he released himself deep into their throats, his hot semen flooding their already abused cavities. Kiyotye had no choice but to swallow as his semen poured directly into her stomach, but even so, there was so much of it that some of it backed up and spilled out of the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin and onto her breasts. She could taste the bitter saltiness on her tongue, and the feeling of his semen sloshing around in her stomach made her want to retch. The sensation of his semen pumping into her stomach was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but gag and cough as he filled her mouth to the brim.
Feeling satisfied with his conquest, Ezrin pulled back slightly... and in this, the hidden cruelty was revealed. His cock spat more cum even as both girls tried desperately to catch their breath, and they tried to breathe his jizz down... erupting into fits of coughing and gagging as both sisters spasmed. Their chests heaved as they desperately tried to regain control of their bodies, but Kiyotye could feel some of his hot semen everywhere, even trickling down out of her nose and joining with the tears that still streamed down her face.
As Ezrin pulled out, his cocks glistening with their spit and what little cum he hadn't left in their mouths, the alchemist looked down upon the two exhausted sisters with a smile that bordered on fatherly affection. "There, wasn't that lovely?" he asked, his tone mocking their distress. "I'm sure you both feel so much closer to me now, don't you?"
Ezrin pulled back from the girls' faces, revealing their tear-streaked features and reddened lips. A mix of saliva and semen dribbled down Kiyotye's chin onto Lorhreh's forehead, adding to the degradation of their bondage. With a smirk, Ezrin reached up and lifted Kiyotye's head, tilting her to ensure that she had an unobstructed view of her little sister's predicament.
"Look at her, Kiyotye," Ezrin growled, running a finger through the string of cum connecting their mouths. "Look at what you've done to your sister." Lorhreh's eyes widened in humiliation as she stared up at her older sibling, her own face now a canvas for Kiyotye's shame.
Kiyotye's stomach twisted as she met her sister's gaze, guilt and despair washing over her. But her misery was far from over. Ezrin seized her shoulders, pushing her down onto her sister's face, their lips pressed together in a grotesque parody of a kiss. Cum oozed from Kiyotye's mouth, running across Lorhreh's lips and trickling down her chin. Ezrin laughed, savoring the sight of the two cat-girls bound together in such a degrading manner.
Ezrin released the girls from his grasp, allowing them a moment to catch their breath and regain some composure. Then he turned his attention to Lorhreh, picking up the bloodied cum that had spilled onto her forehead with his finger. He held it in front of her face, a sinister smile creeping across his lips as he spoke.
"Now, it's your turn," he said, his voice laced with malice. "Kiyotye here has been learning all about alchemy, so I think it's only fair that you get a taste of your own medicine... or rather, potion."
Lorhreh's eyes widened in terror as she realized what Ezrin intended to do. But before she could protest, he forced her mouth open and poured the mixture of semen and blood into it. The foul concoction slid down her throat, choking her as she struggled to swallow the vile substance. Tears streamed down her face as she gagged and coughed, trying desperately to keep the bitter liquid down.
Kiyotye watched helplessly, her heart aching as she saw the torment in her sister's eyes. She wanted to help, to protect her little sister from this monster, but she was too weak and frightened to even consider resisting. All she could do was watch in horror as Lorhreh drank down the disgusting fluid, her body shuddering with each swallow.
As soon as Ezrin was satisfied that Lorhreh had consumed the entire cup of their mixed leavings, he stepped back, leaving the black-haired Nekonya to gag and do her best not to throw up. The alchemist observed the two sisters with a smirk on his face. Kiyotye felt her stomach churn as she watched her sister's pained expression, knowing that there was nothing she could do to ease her suffering.
As Ezrin moved to untie Lorhreh, Kiyotye felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe now was her chance to resist, to fight back against this monster who had taken everything from them. But as he unwound the ropes holding their legs and tails together, she realized just how tired and weak she truly was. Her muscles ached, her head spun, and her heart fluttered with fear. No, she wasn't the brave warrior she imagined herself to be – she was the weak, helpless kitten that Ezrin insisted she was.
With a rough jerk, Ezrin grabbed Kiyotye by her hair, yanking her off the bed and onto the cold stone floor. The pain shot through her scalp, making her cry out in agony, but she couldn't muster the strength to fight back. Instead, she was dragged across the room like a ragdoll, leaving a trail of blood and tears behind her.
The metal cages on the other side of the room, the ones that she had always wondered what they were for, were each barely big enough for her to turn around inside, but Ezrin didn't seem to care. He threw her inside the first of them with little regard for her fragile state, then locked the door with a series of loud clicks that echoed through the room like the final nail in their coffin.
Kiyotye curled up on her side, every part of her body throbbing in pain as she watched the alchemist return to the bed and begin dragging Lorhreh over the same way, tossing her into the other cage with just as little concern. She longed to protect her sister from this nightmare, but she felt too helpless and useless to do anything. Lorhreh lay motionless in her cage, her legs splayed open as she weakly twitched where Ezrin had tossed her. Tears streamed down Kiyotye's face as she watched her sister suffer, helpless to prevent her suffering.
Ezrin stood over them, leering at their vulnerable forms with a twisted smile on his lips. His gaze lingered on Lorhreh's exposed body, and Kiyotye felt an icy chill run down her spine. She knew that they were completely at his mercy now, and there was nothing she could do to stop him from taking whatever he wanted from them.
"Sleep well, my pets," he said with a smile. "Tomorrow will be another day of learning and discovery... for both of you."
Silently, Kiyotye sobbed as the alchemist she had called Master left the room, snuffing out the lantern and leaving them in the darkness. She knew that she should try to sleep, but her mind was too filled with terror and despair. The only solace she had was that she wasn't alone... but even that didn't seem to represent any love or concern. Merely a hope that if her cruel master was busy hurting Lorhreh, then Kiyotye might have a few moments to recover.
As the hours ticked by, Kiyotye's exhaustion slowly overcame her anxiety, and she drifted off into an uneasy slumber... knowing that today had only been the first day of what looked like the rest of her life.
For both of them.
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