Chapter One: So Long Sweet Juliet
Tiny autumn rays of sunlight danced through Bell's bedroom window and waltzed on the dance floor that was Bell's blankets. The light from the mid-morning sun awoke the cat and with a stretch and a yawn she slinked out of bed and pulled on a simple tee shirt and jeans. And as routine was every morning, Bell lazily slumped into the bathroom, relieving herself and brushed her long wavy black locks that she were so proud of and skipped outside to her favorite tree to sit and enjoy nature.
Bell Artio pulled back the century old door to the entrance of her old mansion and screamed at the vision that met her green eyes. There, hanging by a noose tied to an old oak tree, was her friend and coven member, Juliet. The young black cat ran to the gazelle and stood horrified at the dangling corpse above her, Juliet's tongue hung out, her eyes shot with red and rolled back in the head. The gazelle's face stared back at her all skewed with death and pain, like she was a Halloween decoration or something. The cat couldn't bring herself to look at her once alive friend anymore, and ran screaming into the house.
"Juliet's dead! She's dead!" Her tiny cat paws pounded in the house, running every which away and finally thumped into Heather Cian, Bell's other roommate and coven leader. Bell's gripped Heather's shoulders in a un-god like strength and shook her German Shepard friend. "Juliet's dead! Come outside! You'll see, Juliet's dead," Bell's head swam with disbelief and horror, she didn't wait for Heather's reply. The cat grabbed Heather's wrist and pulled her outside to see Juliet.
It felt like forever, but once they were outside in the front yard where Juliet's body still dangled, Bell's knees hit the ground at the foot of the tree, a river of tears flowed down the cat's face while a seizure of sadness shook her body. Heather just stood and gawked at the gazelle's body, "I can't believe she actually did that," The German Shepard's dark almond eyes left the morbid vision of Juliet and cast down at the oak tree's root, looking for something. It didn't take long to find what she was looking for, right underneath where Juliet's hooves floated in inanimated suspension; she found a brown leather book nestled in with the folds of the roots. Heather picked up the book, careful not to draw Bell's attention, and slid into her side messenger back that was filled to the brim with candles and other magic supplies.
Looking down at her grief ridden friend, Heather knelt down next to Bell, wrapping a comforting arm around the cat and whispered in her ear: "We need to call 9-1-1, they will come and get Juliet."
Bell only just shook with grief more violently, her tears raining down harder than ever, but she managed to nod her head with agreement, "You're right. It would be a disgrace to Juliet's memory to let her hand here another minute." Bell shrugged Heather's arm off of her shoulders and walked back into the house, her mind in a deep black fog. Heather followed her black cat, and called the police like she said and joined Bell who sat on the bottom step of the stair case, wrapping both arms around Bell in a warm hug, in an attempt to melt the icy confines of sorrow from her big hearted friend.
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In a few minutes the police came with a stretcher and an ambulance, they took Juliet to the morgue and questioned the two girls, as per routine. After of what seemed like an eternity to Bell, they finally left. The two girls now alone, they both could finally breathe and take in all of what just happened.
During this whole time Bell had racked her brain trying to figure out why her Juliet would kill herself. Sure Juliet and the coven aren't welcomed in this religious town in West Virginia, but she still seemed happy and had a lot life ahead of her. By this time Heather was in the kitchen preparing some food for the two, the German Shepard's lackadaisical personality through this entire mess was very suspicious. I mean, Juliet, a girl that has lived with the two of them since childhood had just killed herself, for Christ's sake and Heather hadn't even shown any signs of emotion what so ever.
Bell stomped into the kitchen and found Heather standing in front of a stove, blissfully cooking a pot of Italian soup as if nothing had happened.
Heather turned to look at Bell as she heard her enter the rose colored kitchen, "Oh, hello dear. Would you like some lunch?" Heather smiled and swayed a little, her pink apron danced to the motion.
Anger boiled deep in the pits of Bell's stomach. "Lunch?! After all this, you are in her smiling and thinking about lunch! One of our own just died Heather! And something tells me you know something I don't, or otherwise you wouldn't be in her dancing around like a happy fairy hopped up on soups." The cat glared and galumphed furiously to the Shepard, grasping her wrist tightly, taking her anger out on Heather's body. Bell looked Heather dead center in the eye. Never had another moment in Bell's life been more important to her than this moment that she was living right now. "Spill it Heather, I know you know something."
Heather growled and yanked Bell's long, wavy black locks to one side. The Shepard hated to be talked to like that, SHE is the leader of this outfit and only she can talk to someone like that, DAMN IT!
"How dare you talk like that to me," The German Shepard voice shook and trembled, almost sounding unworldly like a demon from the depths of Hell. The coven leader's face grew cold, her eyes smoldered into a charcoal black. Even the rosy kitchen that they were in turned darker; the cozy temperature froze icy, color coding the two furs' breathe into a misty white.
Bell's anger instantly vanished and was replaced with terror. The cat whimpered meekly at the harsh tugging of her scalp, her head snapping to one side of the sheer force of Heather's grip. Bell's whole body shivered in fear of Heather's power. Even through her fear, of seeing her life long friend instantly turn into this other person she never met before, she mustered up enough courage to stand up to Heather one more time. She owed it to herself and to Juliet to not cave in like a scardy cat in a moments weakness.
The feline's tiny body came alive, pushing with all her strength Bell pinned Heather's much muscular body against the wall, her kitty-cat claws digging in something fierce into both of the Shepard's shoulders. Heather's backside hit the kitchen wall with a thud, and she laughed devilishly at the cat, apparently deeply amused in the irony of the situation... A cat being "on top" of a dog, you see.
Bell, no longer cared about the pain of having her thick black hair clamped and pulled in Heather's palm, or feared of Heather's demon side. Hot white puffs of steam spewed from Bell's facial orifices and smacked Heather across the face. The black cat inched ever so closer to the elder member. The cat's body kindled with a fiery a passion of hate, scalding Heather's frigid aura. Their bodies writhed closer to one another, only about a half an inch of disquieted air fluttered about between them.
"Heather, I mean it. What the Hell are you on about? Something big is about to happen, I just know it. And I know that you know something... NOW FUCKING TELL ME, DAMN IT!!" The slits in Bell's eye widened, transforming her radiate green eyes to resemble a the wrathful blackness of the full moon, piercing with all her might into her friend's soul.
The German Shepard just laughed hysterically at the cat, like she was just told a hilarious joke and gingerly stroked the side of Bell's face with an eerie ‘Stepford's Wives' like demeanor.
"Oh, my dear Bell, I do indeed know something about Juliet's death. But I'm afraid that I cannot tell you anything about that," Heather blew Bell a tiny kiss accented with a sarcastic wink and continued, "But seeing you all hot and bothered like this is exciting me terribly. Do forgive me for this Bell, but I simply must have my way with you. Anger is such a great common denominator for us all, it's like the raw image of who we really are deep down," Heather stroked Bell's cheek again, ignoring the claws that still dug into her flesh. "I must be with you my pet, you are so beautiful like this, you're raw emotional self cannot be wasted. After all it is so rare to see one's primitive self out and about like this." And with that Heather telekinetically threw Bell five or six feet to the other side of the room, binding her to the wall with invisible tendrils.
Bell hit the opposite wall with a thud, she hissed and wriggled at the unseen bonds on her arms and legs, the hairs on her tail and back stood straight up in hate and pain... She looked like an emo raccoon from the other side of the room, her tail was THAT bushy. Her tiny wittle cat heart just pumped with adrenaline.
"What the fuck are you doing Heather?! Let me down god damn it! I am not your plaything!!!" The fine glass wears in the kitchen rumbled and sang a shrill song of vexation to Bell's ghoulishly un-natural wailing. And Heather just continued her eerie laugh, her bare footpaws slapping against the hard wood floors as she slowly walked to where Bell hung suspended a foot off the ground.
A feral cat growl lingered in Bell's throat as Heather inched nearer, never in her life has she ever been this angry... Never.
"Is this what you did with Juliet, hm? You tided her up to a tree and when you got bored, you killed her, is that it Heather?" Bell's words attempted to cut like a dagger into Heather, but as expected Heather just skillfully dodged them.
"God, Bell, you're so stupid. What Juliet did was all on her own. And she had very good reasons for doing it, too. None of which has anything to do with me, thank you very much," The Shepard was now standing about a foot away from the feline and looking up at her with a playful twinkle in her eyes.
Another invisible tentacle sprouted from Heather's back and pushed against the floor, lifting her up to be eye level with the suspended cat. Bell growled at pulled at the bonds, hatred filling up every cell of her being, "I hate you, Heather!" The Shepard just smiled and ignored Bell's last words, loving every minute of this, everything about Heather seemed to sparkle with delight.
The unseen tentacles that were wrapped tightly around Bell's ankle pulled her legs wide apart, the other two at her wrists lifted them up and pulled them to the side. The cat almost looked like someone who was getting crucified, apart from her legs being spread apart, that is.
Bell screamed and hissed, guessing from her position that she was going to be molested by this bitch, her gaze turned red with rage and she pulled with all her might at the bonds, wiggling wildly.
The cat's wiggling was amusing for awhile, but now it was just getting old. "Methinks it's about time I took real control of this situation," Heather mused out loud, while a few more tendrils sprouted from her back, one wrapped itself on the middle of her stomach, two more wrapped themselves on Bell's mid-thigh, holding the cat's lower half in place. Once that was taken care of, Heather snapped her fingers; a strip of masking tape summoned and fell through the air and into the dog's hands. The witch leaned over and placed the masking tape on Bell's mouth, silencing her screams that still pounded painfully in Heather's ear drums.
Bell's eyes widened again, now in fear and hopelessness of her situation. When the hell did Heather get this powerful? Bell felt the odd contradicting of invisible ‘things,' they felt round, smooth, strong and maybe... like two inches thick. Bell kicked at the tentacles again, fighting once again for her freedom. But they only merely bent in the direction that she kicked, assuring total bondage. Finally Bell grew tired and went limp, accepting the humiliation that Heather will now most likely put her through.
"I'm glad that you finally gave up, now it's time for some real fun, that doesn't involve talking, thank goodness. I am getting so tired of talking, aren't you?" Heather crooned devilishly, while the tentacle that held Heather up pushed slightly at her back, closing the space between the two.
Now only an inch or two away from each other, Heather slide both of her hands up Bell's shirt and cupped both of her breasts in her hands. Hectic patches of color rose in Bell's cheeks; she felt the coven leader's fingers rummaging through her silky black fur and pinching the tender pink nubs in the middle. Though still filled with rage, the almost loving attentions that her breast received sent a shock wave of pleasure through her body, and caused her breathe to come in short, hitched gasps of mingled ecstasy and revulsion.
Bell felt another unseen tentacle snaked up her left leg and brush up the crotch of her pants. A mixture of malice and unsolicited arousal washed over the cat's body, as she tilted her head down and watched with horror as her pants were undone and ripped off by an unseen force. Her favorite pair of blue jeans now lay in ribbons on the wooden floor, and her black lacy under sat uncomfortably askew on her hips. She continued to watch at the invisible monster pulled open the front part of her underwear and with one graceful flick, tore that all to shreds as well. Bell's girly underwear lightly floated to the ground like a dead butterfly, revealing the black cat's pink womanhood.
The tentacles that were still wrapped around her legs pulled them even further apart, making up completely at the mercy to whatever wanted to touch her there. Heather giggled, sliding Bell's modest tee-shirt up and popped one of the cat's nipples into her mouth. Bell's cries muffled against the stickiness of the tape on her mouth. While Heather's tongue danced hotly on the cat's pink nub, Bell felt a snaky tentacle slither down her pelvis and part her vaginal lips. She almost squealed as she felt it began to firmly knead her slit, a hot stream of moisture pooled in her nether lips. Tension began to build up within the poor cat and she felt as if her vulva was on fire with passion. The small patches of blush turned a furious shade of red, and sweat spilled from her glands, matting some of her fur a bit.
Tiny pulses of glee danced through the cat's mind, and unwilling she began to rock her hips slightly towards the tentacle begging for penetration. The tentacle only teased her, flitting sensuously at her slit and entrance and kneading the hot, wet folds of her vulva. Bell could feel her heart pound against Heather's tongue that was now wrapped languorously around her nipple, and the German Shepard's hand that messaged firmly at the other breast.
The fiery tension between Bell's legs only grew more, her emerald eyes fluttered back in her head with delight as another tentacle drew tight, firm circles around her vaginal entrance with its tip. Her hips rocked harder, pleading for more... And more she will receive.
The tentacle at her entrance pushed ten inches of itself into her and pumped slowly in and out of her, apparently wanting her to feel every bit of the heated action down there. The other tentacle at her slit messaged her sensitive skin there more vigorously; Bell's body trembled to their attentions.
She gave out a soft whine as she felt the smooth, scaly invisible tentacle slide along her slit all the way from bottom to top, while the other one slowly pistoned in and out of her. Bell's left nipple was being suckled by Heather, her other breast now being stroked instead of massaged. The tentacle at her slit gave her several more strokes, running up and down the intimate opening, and it sent small ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. The black cat's tiny toes on her footpaws curled in and out from the sensation.
Heather giggled maniacally and the tendril inside of Bell's walls pumped faster and much harder than before. The muscles in the cat's core tightened around the invisible appendage, her hips just bucking to its fierce rhythm. Her breathe came in heated short rasps while she arched her back in delight, border lining orgasm. Heather's hot mouth suckled hard of Bell's left nipple, while her other hand squeezed the other breast. The two tendrils down below stimulated Bell in every way known to man, the one inside of her pounded in her hard but not harder than her anatomy would allow and the other kneaded the dripping wet flesh that surrounded her opening.
Bell groaned hard as an adrenaline fueled orgasm rocked her body, her green eyes went cross as the wonderful feeling of electrical pleasure passed through her being. The tentacles slowed their attention, but still kneading and pumped her making her ride out the climax for as long as she could, then stopped dead when the eye of the orgasm storm passed. They pulled back and released Bell with a thud on the ground; Heather still stood suspended a few inches in the air and looked down at the panting cat with an immensely pleased expression on her face.
"That should teach you to talk back like that to me, next time I will have sex you personally myself. So keep that in mind the next time you decide to question me," The German Shepard crossed her arms around her chest and looked down her nose at the cat.
Bell peeled off the masking tape and threw it up at Heather like it could do any real damage, "I fucking hate you Heather! I'm leaving this god damn place!" The cat punched the wall, cracking her knuckles a little with her anger.
Heather chuckled, "I don't give a shit. Leave," And almost as quick as a blink of an eye Heather vanished into thin air, leaving Bell alone in the kitchen.
Bell just blinked blankly in a discombobulated daze for a few moments, trying to regain her bearings. After a few minutes, the cat picked her torn up clothes and stomped up the stairs to her bedroom to pack both her things AND Juliet's things... Never to come back to this old manor ever again.
((Bell plans to learn what really happened behind Juliet's death by studying her things.))
To Be Continued....
Characters and Story © Kisa