I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten

Chapter 60: (18+) Trauma

Trigger warning: You won't walk into it unexpectedly but this chapter has some heavy stuff in it. There's a horizontal line break that separates sexual content and the later context.

TLDR at bottom as usual.

Alisha and I went upstairs after eating and she started her routine of shedding extra items and layers. I sat on the bed, phone in hand. She came out, frowning in nothing but her underwear.

I felt my face heat up, her body was still quite nice to look at, but I respected her dignity and looked away.

There was a stiffness as she walked up to me.

I blinked, trying to look innocent, not sure if she was angry or horny.

“I want some fun. Are you willing to appease me?” she asked briskly.

“Uh…?” I couldn’t consolidate her mood.

“I can use a vibrator, Kitten,” she reassured. “If you don’t mind me masturbating in the bed next to you.”

I shook my head and reached out to very tenderly put my hands on her hips.

“You’re not mad at me?” I asked quietly.

“No, Kitten,” she reached over to pet me. “I’m sorry if I was a little rough earlier. It’s been a long couple days.”

I nodded. “I understand.” 

She leaned down to my level and gently kissed my forehead. “I’ll get a vibrator, you can get settled for bed, if you want. I don’t mind.” She went to step away but my grip tightened.

I blushed furiously as I hadn’t meant to grab her tighter. I wasn’t even that horny but… I still loved her and I wanted to make her happy.

The knowing smirk she gave me quickly sent sparks into my loins.

“I-I-” I stuttered. “Really like you… and your body.”

She kissed me again. “I like you and your body, too,” she said softly and gently picked my hands up off her hips.

I rubbed my thighs together, feeling the pressure down there building wantonly.  If I was a good Kitten, she might let me between her legs again. That would be nice.

She pulled my shirt off, then my bra, and then my pants and underwear. Even my socks.

I was naked in front of her, sitting on the bed and feeling way too heated for my own good.

She pulled my hand to her lips and kissed the back of it before trailing her lips to the tips of my middle two fingers and kissing there before opening her lips and pulling them in.

Did this mean…?

Her tongue licked them, spreading saliva across their entire length until they were sloppy with it at which point she pulled them out and planted a final kiss on the tips again before releasing them.

My pulse throbbed between my legs.

“You need to be gentle but I want to try this,” she said softly.

I nodded, adrenaline flooding my blood. 

She climbed onto the bed and beckoned me closer as she got settled on her back and let her legs relax and droop apart. I settled next to her and slid my wet fingers along her thigh, not wanting to jam them in there right away. That was just poor manners. Even I knew that, and Alisha was my one and only partner. I leaned closer and she met me for a kiss, letting me run my tongue against her teeth as I trailed my fingers closer. My other hand fumbled to touch her breast. It was soft and supple and my fingers found her nipple to play with it a little.

She breathed against my lips and reached up to pull my head closer so she could push her tongue into my mouth, deeply and passionately. Her fingers sank into my hair and pulled so my head tilted back and her teeth could nip down the tender parts of my neck.

My breath shook, and I closed my eyes to try and steady myself as her mouth found my breast and gave it a teasing bite as well. 

And then she put her hand on mine, down between her legs and pulled them closer, burying her face against my neck. I felt the tips of my fingers touch the short hairs on her mound, and she released my hand just to do something else with it down there.

I closed the distance and found her labia spread for me so my fingers made contact with the inner petals of her vulva. Her breath shook against my neck and the hand she still had in my hair tightened more, fisting there.

My heart raced faster. This was an Alisha I wasn’t familiar with: half curled up to bury her face against me and letting my fingers into her most sensitive parts.

I swallowed and pushed into her flesh, feeling her breathing pick up against me. I took my free hand away from her breast. That wasn’t what she needed for this. Instead I wrapped it around her, making her shift her face around briefly so I could pull her closer and got settled back down with my legs out to one side so my balance was more conducive for holding her.

And then I explored. She moaned agreeingly as my wet fingers felt the inner lips, the gentle pleating along them and the trails it made to her clit. I avoided that for now. If she didn’t find this overwhelming I’d be so bold to touch her there but I knew how sensitive it was and my fingers weren’t going to be as soft and warm as my tongue. Instead I let them part her folds and explored down further. There was a gentle ridge before her vulva opened to her vagina and I gently rubbed there in a few small circles.

“Kitten,” she panted and trembled.

I stopped, unsure if she wanted me to go further or if she was getting too much, or flashing back or–

She buried her face against me more and gently tugged me closer.

She wanted more.

I let my fingers slide past the ridge and into the hollow space beneath.

Her lips kissed at my neck between excited breaths.

I let them in deeper, into the warmth and wet tightness. She was very warm, even hot, inside her body. Her legs squirmed a bit as I went deeper, pushing past some tightness, feeling the different textures of her insides. 

“Let me know if something feels good,” I told her gently.

She nodded.

I was gentle, probing, exploring, feeling parts of her that were soft and others that were muscular and ridged. There was a lot more inside of her than I imagined. I found an almost spongy area: soft and springy with a different texture.

She nodded against my neck again.

“There?” I asked.

Another nod and another sigh of warm breath against my neck.

I rubbed and felt her vaginal muscles shift around my fingers, seeming to pull on them. I hooked my fingers to reach that spot a little more comfortably and continued to rub, feeling her tense against me again.

Her breathing quickened, slowly but surely and the occasional shudders and tremors increased. My neck heated up under her mouth. A soft moan came from her and I felt that familiar building tension in her muscles. My hand was tiring but I didn’t want to stop. This was a privilege I had just been granted. I wanted to make her orgasm like this, I wanted her to have that freedom from whatever trauma in her past had messed up her head so bad, made her get rid of any and all hiding places in her bedroom, and made it so hard for her to curl up against me as she currently was.

But I didn’t know if I would be able to. Tiredness was starting to morph into painful cramping and while she was close, I didn’t think she was there.

I kissed her forehead and slowed as the hand that was spreading herself for me moved into her own folds too. She rubbed something, her clit, I realized and another moan came from her.

“More,” she requested breathily.

I obliged her and ignored the pain to rub harder against that spot.

“Nn,” she moaned quietly. Her face pressed against my neck. “Kitten.”

Her breath shifted again, getting deeper now, and heavier as more moans were slipping out.

Something inside her moved slowly, lifting away from my fingers. Her hand in my hair tightened and then she twitched and my hair got tugged and her vagina clamped down.

Her voice moaned against my neck, louder this time, before I felt teeth there.

I winced a little. It was a sharp bite but it was brief. 

I slowed as the tugging on my fingers stopped.

She stayed curled up against me. I didn’t want to move but very slowly pulled my fingers free. She shuddered and her muscles down there seemed to flex around me.

The cold air sank against the fluids on my skin now.

I pulled her closer, careful with the stickiness of my hand. She was shaking, trembling and I couldn’t hear her breathing.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered quietly, realizing I must have triggered her at some point.

She shook her head and a sharp intake of breath turned into a sob.

I pulled her closer and buried my face into her hair.

Guilt festered in my stomach. She said she wanted it but now… did I hurt her? Did she flashback at the last second and now she was dealing with all of that on her own?

I didn’t think about the fluids then. I just gently laid us both down and pulled her head closer, letting her shake and tremble and occasionally there was one of those quiet gasps or sobs that betrayed her apathy.

I should not have done this. I just… should not have done this.

She calmed down after a while. My body was tense from holding her for so long. When her head pulled away from my shoulder, I saw the dark smudges and drips of her eye makeup. I kissed her forehead.

“I’m so sorry,” I told her. The expression on her face was completely helpless. This was not the Alisha I knew.

But I loved her anyway.

Alisha did not get out of the bed, and I stayed with her, only getting up to brush my teeth and pee quickly before returning to pull the blankets over us and hold her close.

She was quiet for a long time. I started to drift in and out of sleep, but didn’t really want to go unconscious while she was hurting.

When she finally did speak, it was in a small voice, though it didn’t hold the same emotions from earlier.

“I’m sorry, Kitten,” she said.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” I mumbled and kissed the back of her neck.

There was more quiet space then and I got settled, thinking she was done with talking but then there was an intake of breath from her.

“It’s been nine years…” she murmured.

I nodded, listening but not knowing if she wanted me to console her or reassure her or if she just needed someone to hear this.

“You would think I’d be over it by now,” she continued. “It was just a few hours. I don’t understand why it has to haunt me for the rest of my life.”

“It was traumatic,” I told her.

“But… I should be stronger than this. You–” she sighed mid sentence. “You’re the first partner I’ve had since then.”

That did surprise me a little. I thought she was more experienced than that, the way she acted made it feel like it. Then again, nine years ago she would’ve been seventeen and while not exactly of legal age, her family didn’t mind doing things illegally. She probably had partners of the sexual variety back then.

“I love you,” I told her. “And I’m very glad I have you, whatever the past is.” There were demons in my closet, too. Things I didn’t talk about and things nobody knew about.

When she didn’t say anything more I gave her a bit of a hug and said, “I’m listening if you need someone to hear it.”

There was a slow inhale, her chest swelling under the arm I had draped over her torso. “I told you my father wasn’t a good man,” she said. “When he got mad he could do some really awful things.”

She pulled my hand a little closer so my arm was tighter around her.

“After I came home, we had an argument. I wanted to go back to school and finish my diploma, and he told me I didn’t need that useless paper to do what I needed to do. I told him I was old enough to do what I wanted and he could go fuck himself. But when I went to leave he grabbed me…”

My stomach hurt a little, expecting there to be a graphic description coming. But it was something worse.

“This was when he told me my purpose was to make money for him. That was what I’d been born for, what I was allowed to live for, and what he would keep me for. Since I was refusing to work with him to learn how to do it properly… he started an auction with his captains and some of the other families’ higher ups. For my ‘purity,’ as he called it.”

“That’s disgusting,” I said without meaning to. I was supposed to be listening but the disgust and rage pushed the words out anyway.

She nodded. “Not everyone did bid, but he pulled the messages up on a screen and made me watch. First it was just a couple people from the other families, and then it was Sergei and Toni and Hue and…” she continued to list off the names, and a pattern started to emerge. She remembered every bid these people made on her body. She probably remembered how much each was and the exact order they were in. Sergei stayed in the bidding war right up until the end, it was between him and someone named Linh and eventually Linh bid him out. I didn’t ask how much the bid was, a human body couldn’t— shouldn’t be valued like that.

She didn’t describe the deed itself. Simply settled to admit it did happen, and her father told her if it wasn’t convincingly enjoyable he would kill her mom, and when she had tears in her eyes when he got her afterward, he slapped her.

“No one talked about it,” she said. “It happened but it's never spoken of, I don’t think even behind closed doors. Maybe they’re ashamed they participated… I killed Linh myself so there’s no record of exactly what happened in that hotel room… unless there was a camera. I wouldn’t put it past them…”

I hadn’t stopped hugging her. Everytime I started to think I might relax, some new detail drove a new knife into my heart.

When it became apparent she was done sharing I kissed the back of her neck gently.

“My father assaulted me,” I told her. “My mom had taken Sophia to church with her but my father stayed home to take care of me since I had the stomach flu. I was four. I think he believes I simply forgot but… I did not.” I still remembered the pain paired with the feeling of having to poo and the way that neither of them went away for a long time after. I also remembered the confusion for most of my early childhood, not understanding what he had done to me or why or why he acted like it was going to be a fun little secret between us when it hurt the way it did.

“You poor thing,” Alisha said softly.

“It feels pathetic next to what your father did to you.”

“Pain is pain,” she said. “Whether it's great or little it still hurts. The cost of caviar does not make bread free.” She finally uncurled herself and rubbed her eyes a little. “I’m a mess, huh?” she asked casually.

I nodded. “Just a bit.”

She got out of bed. I sat up to keep an eye on her as she went over to the bathroom and got herself cleaned up and finished getting ready for sleep.

I didn’t think either of us slept well.

TLDR: Alisha permits Kitten both to top her and to put her fingers inside her body. Its apparent she enjoys the sex, and the orgasm but there is a  difficult emotional response after and Alisha ends up crying against Kitten. Everything after the horizontal line break is inexplicit and not smutty.

TLDR Part 2 (trigger warning section): Alisha explains the traumatic process her father put her through and Kitten admits she was also molested as a very young child. Alisha tells her its okay she has trauma from the experience despite it being very vanilla compared to the elaborate and horrifying things she went through because 'pain is pain... The cost of caviar does not make bread free.'