SexKitten
12-23-06, 06:25 PM
Name: Tryphena Etana
Age: A girl never tells.
Race: Neko
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Silver
Height: 5'9" in heels
Weight: A girl never tells.
Occupation: Personal Servant
Personality:
I am very outgoing, mainly because there aren't many other ways to get a good woman. Even though many people take this to mean I'm dominating, they couldn't be further from the truth. I am a Neko after all.
Appearance:
Usually people seem to notice my cat-like ears, flicking tail, and glowing red eyes first, the only things that signify I'm not a human. This doesn't stop them from sizing the rest of me up. Smooth tan skin contrasts deeply with flowing silver hair that cascades... who am I kidding? As if they even notice I've got a head! Boobs. They aren't particularly that big, but they're well displayed in a tight white tank top that exposes a pierced bellybutton at the other end. Then there's a tight skirt that hardly covers what is supposed to be covered, and lacy topped, thigh-high tights. And supposedly a pair of shoes, but people don't really bother looking down that far. Anyone willing to put a collar on me?
History:
My father was a middle-class working man, and like many middle-class working men, he had a slave or two. One of the slaves was a furry who my father had taken a liking to. I'm not sure if what happened was consensual or rape, but the end result was me, a half-breed. My father didn't want me though, so when I could live without the constant attention from a mother, I was sold off to a rich family as a slave. And when I say rich, I mean a huge mansion filled with powerful people and toilets of gold, so even their shits were royal.
When I arrived, it was decided that I was close enough to the young mistress's age to be her playmate, and one day her personal servant. It was mostly so that only one wet nurse would be required since there weren't that many to go around.
The young mistress's name was Miri. She had long, wavy brown hair, and was always clothed in elaborately frilly dresses. It was unnatural looking. And yet she carried it all off with a grace that confounded me. How anyone could move under all that was a wonder in itself.
Since she was the only friend I'd ever known, I thought that the slave-master approach was a normal, healthy way to have a relationship. In many cases as we grew up together, she probably overstepped her bounds. Hitting me with anything she could get her hands on, locking me in closets, tying me to sturdy objects, that sort of thing. But I didn't really mind, she was just showing me that she cared. That I was hers, and ONLY hers.
On one such night when we were older, she slapped me across the face so hard that I fell to the ground. Her nails dug into the skin of my shoulder as she hissed, "I've had it with how you look at me like that."
My eyes filled with tears. "Like what, Ma'am?"
"Like that, you sick little bitch." She leaned into her hand that held my shoulder, keeping me pinned to the ground. "You love me, don't you?"
"Of course I do, Ma'am." I was confused.
She leaned in so close I could feel her moist breath against my face. "You love me more than you're supposed to." My lips were crushed in a gruff kiss as her free hand pulled down the front of my dress.
I turned my face away. "Ma'am! Miri! What are you doing!"
"This is what you want, isn't it, you damn slut!" She pulled on my erect nipple, sending a sharp pain through my body. "You ask for it every time you look at me."
My cry was stifled by another kiss. I was scared, but that only made me more excited. She found my neck with her mouth and bit down until her teeth met through my skin. I screamed from the overpowering sensations sent through me, in turn giving in to every painful stab of her nails as they moved up my skirt. But apparently my screams had been heard.
The door to the room swung open before Miri could get off me. It was all a blur around this part, with confused shouts and running and all that, but it ended with me running away, lucky to still have my life. I live now with the only talents I learned:
How to submit.
Skills:
I could show you sometime.. teehee!
Weakness:
Strong, sexy women. I'm always looking for one to tag along with for lack of much personal strength, and will do anything to be able to stay by their side.
Equipment:
I don't have much need for weapons, armor, or any of that. A set of claws to fend off drunks and some sexy clothes is all I really need.
Age: A girl never tells.
Race: Neko
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Silver
Height: 5'9" in heels
Weight: A girl never tells.
Occupation: Personal Servant
Personality:
I am very outgoing, mainly because there aren't many other ways to get a good woman. Even though many people take this to mean I'm dominating, they couldn't be further from the truth. I am a Neko after all.
Appearance:
Usually people seem to notice my cat-like ears, flicking tail, and glowing red eyes first, the only things that signify I'm not a human. This doesn't stop them from sizing the rest of me up. Smooth tan skin contrasts deeply with flowing silver hair that cascades... who am I kidding? As if they even notice I've got a head! Boobs. They aren't particularly that big, but they're well displayed in a tight white tank top that exposes a pierced bellybutton at the other end. Then there's a tight skirt that hardly covers what is supposed to be covered, and lacy topped, thigh-high tights. And supposedly a pair of shoes, but people don't really bother looking down that far. Anyone willing to put a collar on me?
History:
My father was a middle-class working man, and like many middle-class working men, he had a slave or two. One of the slaves was a furry who my father had taken a liking to. I'm not sure if what happened was consensual or rape, but the end result was me, a half-breed. My father didn't want me though, so when I could live without the constant attention from a mother, I was sold off to a rich family as a slave. And when I say rich, I mean a huge mansion filled with powerful people and toilets of gold, so even their shits were royal.
When I arrived, it was decided that I was close enough to the young mistress's age to be her playmate, and one day her personal servant. It was mostly so that only one wet nurse would be required since there weren't that many to go around.
The young mistress's name was Miri. She had long, wavy brown hair, and was always clothed in elaborately frilly dresses. It was unnatural looking. And yet she carried it all off with a grace that confounded me. How anyone could move under all that was a wonder in itself.
Since she was the only friend I'd ever known, I thought that the slave-master approach was a normal, healthy way to have a relationship. In many cases as we grew up together, she probably overstepped her bounds. Hitting me with anything she could get her hands on, locking me in closets, tying me to sturdy objects, that sort of thing. But I didn't really mind, she was just showing me that she cared. That I was hers, and ONLY hers.
On one such night when we were older, she slapped me across the face so hard that I fell to the ground. Her nails dug into the skin of my shoulder as she hissed, "I've had it with how you look at me like that."
My eyes filled with tears. "Like what, Ma'am?"
"Like that, you sick little bitch." She leaned into her hand that held my shoulder, keeping me pinned to the ground. "You love me, don't you?"
"Of course I do, Ma'am." I was confused.
She leaned in so close I could feel her moist breath against my face. "You love me more than you're supposed to." My lips were crushed in a gruff kiss as her free hand pulled down the front of my dress.
I turned my face away. "Ma'am! Miri! What are you doing!"
"This is what you want, isn't it, you damn slut!" She pulled on my erect nipple, sending a sharp pain through my body. "You ask for it every time you look at me."
My cry was stifled by another kiss. I was scared, but that only made me more excited. She found my neck with her mouth and bit down until her teeth met through my skin. I screamed from the overpowering sensations sent through me, in turn giving in to every painful stab of her nails as they moved up my skirt. But apparently my screams had been heard.
The door to the room swung open before Miri could get off me. It was all a blur around this part, with confused shouts and running and all that, but it ended with me running away, lucky to still have my life. I live now with the only talents I learned:
How to submit.
Skills:
I could show you sometime.. teehee!
Weakness:
Strong, sexy women. I'm always looking for one to tag along with for lack of much personal strength, and will do anything to be able to stay by their side.
Equipment:
I don't have much need for weapons, armor, or any of that. A set of claws to fend off drunks and some sexy clothes is all I really need.