Hollywood Catpack
By The Raven (raven@ravensword.com)
Chapter 3
Update: 29/03/1998 to raven

 
WHAT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE, IN HOLLYWOOD CATPACK, CH. 1-2:
Rocky Walsh, buddy starlet in 1960s Hollywood, discovered a secret
organization called The Catfire Club.  The members are Hollywood's
most rich and powerful men.  They gather together to watch their
female stars, wives, and whores wrestle and catfight regularly.
Rocky's beaten two bitches so far:  Angie Prickerson and Stella
Stellar, both who appear to be slaves to Angie's hubby, 
Art Prickerson.  Art and Angie gave Rocky the supernatural fuck 
of her life after the catfight.  Now, unconscious, her mind turns 
to visions of her past life as a female warrior, one that will 
have strange connections to the present...


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I saw the land I once lived in, long ago, Catalan, the strange 
world where women reigned over men and ruled vast empires.
	I was the Mistress of the House of Welch.  Mine was 
a newly born House, fashioned out of claws, muscle, a little 
bit of magic, and a lot of tempered steel.  I was born in the 
lower classes of Catalan, and had led a revolt against my own 
terrible Lady Dare, who pissed on us peasants every day of 
her miserable life.  I faced Dare on her own battlefield, the 
forest-maze of thorns.  We fought sword to sword, breast to 
breast, for hours until my blade Zaffire feasted on her 
breasts.  (If I had known now what I knew then, I certainly 
would have killed her with my bare hands.)  I claimed both 
Dare’s land and her seat in the Noble House of Catalan.  I 
took the title of the land under my own name.  
	The other Ladies were slow to recognize my claim to 
share their Queendom--until I started challenging them to 
personal combat in the Royal Arena.  My first challenge, 
against the Asian Lady Rose, resulted in victory.  I took great 
pleasure in having the bitch submit to me in combat, rather 
than face death.  I decided to let Lady Rose live, to be my 
slave for one month, and to show the others my skill at 
domination.  This would also legitimize my Royal status in the 
eyes of the Queen.   
	The fight was naked hand to hand combat, no 
weapons.  It had left both of us bruised and bleeding on the 
concrete floor.  I needed some time to recover.  It pleased 
me to dominate this bitch in her own land, so I decided to 
travel to Rose’s castle.  I gave Lady Rose special instructions 
to prepare herself, her family, and her slaves for my arrival 
in one week.  



I sat in a carriage, being pulled to the rural estate of the 
Hose of Rose.  From the window, I could see the ornate 
towers rise up over the horizon.  Black tigress cats jutted 
out from the rooftops to watch over Lady Rose’s land.  My 
cunt was already moist with anticipation.  It had seemed to 
take forever for this day to arrive.
	I wore a chain main bikini, covered by a cloak made of 
sheer magical Silk-Armor.  Boot-heels protected my feet.  
Small daggers clung to the side of my boots, held in place by 
a special incantation.  The sword called Zaffire hung from my 
waist.  These garbs of royalty were fashioned by my blonde 
Enchantress, who loved me like no other woman. 
	As we neared the House of Rose, I looked at the 
horses pulling the carriage.
	They were called horses, and they were animals for 
certain, but they had no hooves.  They were my slaves, a 
dozen naked, studly, strong, silent, sweaty men pulling my 
lovely carriage down the dirt road.  Their bodies, from neck 
to heel, were solid muscle.  While I loved and lusted after 
women as my main pre-occupation, I couldn’t deny the magic 
within the loins of man.
	The carriage stopped.  My chief slave, Romulus, 
unhooked himself from the shoulder strap harness, ran 
around quickly to the door, and opened it for me.  I admired 
his sweaty, muscular body for a moment.  I rarely went for 
men, but Romulus’ fine features and long brown mane of hair 
drove me crazy.  His face was stone cold expressionless. Of 
all my slaves, male and female, Romulus had been the hardest 
to break.  Perhaps I adored Romulus so much, because he 
hated my guts so deeply. 
	For that reason, he was my favorite pet.
	The only piece of clothing on Romulus’ body was a 
black collar.  A single amethyst gemstone lay in the center of 
it.  The Bitch Collar.  Only it’s magical properties weakened 
his will to the point where he could submit to me.  Of all the 
Ladies in the Queendom, only I possessed the power of the 
Bitch Collar, thanks to my lovely Enchantress.
	The Lady Rose, Mistress of a 400-year old dynasty, 
came down the steps of her estate, servants and daughters 
in tow.  Her face was oriental, her body strong and precise.  
Her body was wrapped in a red-purple cloak, her Royal Color.  
Silver heels clattered on the ground as she walked toward 
me.  Rose’s entourage was dressed in a similar manner, per my 
instructions.  We had fought last week in the Royal Arena.  
The prize was to enslave the loser and her House for an 
entire month. 
	I arrived with only my male slaves as an added insult 
to Rose’s clan.  I had a special humiliation planned for Rose’s 
women.  My female Catpack of warriors would arrive a week 
later, after the women of the House of Rose were fully 
broken down.
	Lady Rose bowed her head in submission before me.  
	"I submit to you, Lady Welch.  For the next month, my ladies 
and I are yours to command."
	I saw Rose’s naked breasts beneath her cloak.  Good.  
She had dressed exactly as I had instructed.
	I tipped Rose’s chin upward gently with my fingertips 
and said:  "Good.  You will make me a beautiful slave.  You’re 
body is ever so handsome."
	Rose blushed proudly.  "Thank you, Mistress."
	"I have something.  A gift, to make you even more 
lovely.  An adornment you must wear all of this month."
	"Whatever pleases my Lady."
	I grabbed Rose’s tits and pulled her upright.  I stared 
deeply into her eyes, and snapped my fingers at Romulus.
	He brought me a rectangular box made out of oak.  
He flipped the lid open to reveal a black collar that was the 
duplicate of his own.  
	I kept my gaze steady on the Lady as I said:  "You will 
look ever so fine wearing the Bitch Collar."  I picked up the 
collar and merely draped it across Rose’s upper chest.   The 
material moved around Rose’s neck, as if it were a liquid 
snake, sealing itself tightly around Rose’s throat.  An 
Amethyst grew out of the front center of the band.  
	Rose was a fine strong Lady, for she said nothing, 
although she could not completely hide her fear.  I could see 
Rose gulp deeply.
	"For the next thirty days, you are My Bitch.  Say it 
and kiss my breast."
	Rose looked at me squarely in the eyes.  "I am your 
Bitch!"  She bent down and nuzzled my right breast.  I 
shoved her head with my hand, till her tongue found my 
nipple, inside the chain-mail bra.  
	I made her suckle me until I heard her lips smack.
	I yanked her head back suddenly, pulling the roots of 
her jet-black hair.
	"Prove it," I replied, lifting my boot-heel.  "Lick it 
clean."
	Her daughters gasped.
	Rose didn’t hesitate.  She kneeled down by my foot.  
Her tongue came out of her mouth and swabbed my boot 
from top to bottom.
	Her daughters looked at me with resentment.  They 
presumed I would use the Bitch Collar only with male slaves 
and lower class women.
	"Your bitches are not as well mannered.  Romulus, 
unhook your men.  It is time they had some fun."
	The male slaves grunted their approval.  Romulus 
quickly started to unsnap their harnesses.  They were all as 
naked as their leader.  I could see their erections start to 
sprout immediately.
	"No!"  yelled Sato, Rose’s eldest, a short and squat 
Asian beauty.  "It is beyond belief!"  Her face scowled at me.
	I approached the young one.  She quickly adopted a 
fighting stance, throwing her cloak back to reveal breasts as 
supple as her mothers were.  Her sisters parted to watch us 
fight.
	"SATO!"  Rose yelled.  "You will abide by the rules of 
conquest!"
	She ignored her mother and threw a kick at my face.
I grabbed her foot, twisted it, and threw her body to 
the ground.  Sato fell on her gut.  I snapped the cloak off of 
Sato and stood on her back.  One of my sharp-tipped boot 
heels dug into her left bun.  I kept the upstart down with my 
weight.
	"Fucking lower class whore!"  Sato shouted.  "The 
Queen should have kill--"
	My other heel stomped the back of her head into the 
ground and silenced her.
	"Dionysus!  Come here!"  I shouted.
	My blond and buffed slave approached us.  His cock 
was bulging and jutting out of his body.  Rose’s daughters 
were horrified at his vagrant sexuality.
	"Fuck this bitch now in the ass!"  I commanded, and 
stepped off Sato’s back.
	Dionysus only too happily acceded to my wish.  He 
grabbed a handful of Sato’s hair and plunged his penis into 
her small anus.
	Sato’s head upchucked in the air with the first few 
thrusts.  She tried to throw Dionysus off her back, but he 
outweighed her by twenty pounds.  Her sisters and servants 
clutched each other in disgust at the sight of this savage 
fucking their kinswoman.  I looked over at her mother.  Rose 
stood watching her daughter, expressionless, containing the 
anger that must be welling inside her.  Only the Bitch Collar 
made her stand still.  Our next fight would be a big one.
That was the whole point of this grand humiliation: to 
fuel the catfire between us, to provoke another battle.  And 
in the next savage catfight, to claim Rose’s entire House, 
forever.
	I turned and spoke to Rose’s ladies:  "You will led 
these men to your own beds and let them fuck you as if they 
were women of the Noble House, or your Lady Rose will 
suffer tenfold what I already have planned for her!"  
	I pointed at my men: "Who is the greatest mistress 
of all?"
	"LADY WELCH!"  The men cried in unison.  "LONG 
MAY SHE REIGN!"
	"Pick up your prizes!  Claim your cunt!"
	The men hollared another cheer and raced towards 
the noble women.  They scooped up the bitches in their arms.  
Most of the men hadn’t had female sex in over two months.  
Some of them ran hurriedly to the castle.  Others darted off 
to the lawns to begin fucking immediately.  I heard screams 
of terror, and perhaps even pleasure for a few, as cock 
entered cunt.  
	"Romulus," I gestured at the buck who remained at 
my side.  His penis remained limp.  He watched Dionysus pick 
up Sato’s thighs.  His lover wheel-barrowed Rose’s whelp into 
the courtyard, still pumping his dick into Sato’s ass, making 
the bitch walk on her hands, towards the woods to our side. 
"You will accompany us.  Start getting hard.  You will fuck us 
both like we were Dionysus!"
	"Yes, Mistress," Romulus replied, through gritted 
teeth.  The hatred was always there, though his will to revolt 
had been stifled.
	I touched his penis.  It turned hard against his will, 
thanks to his Bitch Collar.
	Romulus hated me for making him fuck women.  
	He hated Dionysus even more, for loving cunt just as 
much as cock.


The Lady Rose’s chambers were magical.  Huge windows 
opened up on the south side of the Valley of Blossoms.  Soft 
white light filtered in through the tempered glass.  Red-
purple drapes blocked the light before it could reach Rose’s 
bed, where Romulus lay naked, his cock bobbing upwards, 
waiting for my pleasure.  
	I had made him bathe with Lady Rose in a scented 
pool.  I watched with great pleasure while the Rose scrubbed 
the barbarian’s back, genitals, and ass most carefully
	I sat at the side of the bed facing Rose, who stood 
naked before me.  I couldn’t wait to suckle those marvelous 
breasts.  But this had to be done ever so slowly.
	"Take off my clothes, cunt," I commanded her. .  I 
had stayed sweaty and dirty on purpose, to increase the 
bitch’s discomfort, just for this very moment.
	Rose walked over to me on her tiptoes as I had told 
her to whenever she walked from now on.  She kneeled in 
front of me.  Her hand unclasped my cloak.
	"Good," I said, "Take the rest off with your teeth."  I 
lay down on the bed.
	Rose climbed on top of me, so gently.  Her teeth 
nuzzled my chest again.  Her tongue poked around the clasp 
in-between my breasts, and played with it for minutes trying 
to unlock it.  The feeling was delicious.  I almost hoped she 
would never get it.  She finally unclasped it, bit down on the 
chain-mail, and pulled the bra off my body.  Rose plunged her 
mouth into my naked tits.  A small breach of command, one 
that I would allow, given that Lady Rose was as aroused as I 
was.
	"Now work your way to the bottom," I gasped, 
resisting the urge to touch my new bitch.
	The Asian Royal stopped kissing my breasts.  Her 
tongue slithered slowly down my belly and danced for seconds 
in my navel.
	I shivered with delight.
	Rose’s mouth swirled down to my pelvis.  The bikini 
bottom covered all of my pubic hair in battle and was 
impenetrable.  Her tongue slimed under the rim at the top, 
then moved over to my hip, looking for the clasp.  Rose got 
this lock much easier.  She bit down on the material, and 
slowly undraped my vagina.
	I spread my legs slowly and pushed Rose’s face down 
into my pussy.  She started playing with it carefully, licking 
the lips of my vagina.  Then her tongue plunged inside all the 
way, and my back arched slightly.  I moaned softly.
	I stopped Rose for a minute and lifted her head up.  I 
scooted backward on the bed, till my back lay on top of 
Romulus’ chest.  I got his penis between the crack of my 
buttocks, and pressed his rod flat against his belly.  The dick 
felt so good, even though it didn’t penetrate.
	I pulled Rose up toward me, back in my cunt.  Her 
tongue attacked my hole once again, kissing, slurping, 
smacking.  I loved the sounds and the feeling.  Rose’s hands 
played with my chest while I fingered her soft black head of 
hair.  The Lady Rose worked me to a climax, while my butt 
rubbed against Romulus’ firm cock and got it even harder.
	"Steady me!"  I commanded the male.  He raised up 
his sturdy arms in the air.
	I took hold of Romulus’ wrists.  I used the leverage to 
wrap my thighs around Rose’s head in a vice-like grip, just as 
I had conquered her in battle.  The move drove her tongue 
further into my pussy--but it also buried the Lady’s nose and 
mouth deeply in my vagina.  She suffocated a bit, struggle to 
pull her head out, but I would not let her.  The feeling of 
utter domination only increased my pleasure.
	"GODDESS!"  I shouted, coming into orgasm, my body 
shaking, mouth quivering, face trembling.  I kept the vice grip 
on Rose and experience a series of short little orgasms.  
"YOU ARE THE BEST....UHHH!!....SLAVE!"
	As the feeling faded, so did my grip on Rose’s neck.  I 
let her go, and she rolled over on her side.  She was panting 
heavily and getting the air back in her lungs.  Her face was 
red as a beet.
	Romulus’ cock was still hard and steady.
	I felt good, but I had even greater pleasure in mind.  
I turned Rose over on her back and started kissing those 
lovely breasts.
	Rose started moaning.  I couldn’t resist her anymore.  
I started eating her up, from head to toe.
	I climbed on top of her body, pinned her arms down, 
though she offered no resistance.  My mouth worked her 
breasts over and over, pausing only to kiss her mouth.  I 
could almost suck her tongue and swallow it hole.  My fingers 
reached over to play with Romulus’ cock ever so often, just to 
keep it hard and ready.  Minutes passed in sheer heaven.
	"Assume the position," I said to Rose, pulling her 
upward by her hair.
	The Asian got to her knees and laid her hands on the 
bed.  I mounted her back, dog-style.  I kissed her neck and 
played with her breasts.  My cunt tickled against Rose’s 
buttocks and I felt the urge to dominate her, stronger than 
ever.
	"Do it, Romulus!"
	Romulus crawled on top of me.  His dick started 
playing around my vagina, ever so wet and juicy.  The liquid 
got his cock wet immediately.  He plunged it into Rose’s 
snatch, and we all collapsed flat on the bed.  I was 
sandwiched in between the both of them.
	Rose moaned in pleasure as the cock penetrated her 
vagina.  My breasts were flat against Rose’s back.  I kissed 
her neck.  I felt Romulus’ cool chest against my own back.
	"Give me it to me," I whispered, looking back at my 
male slave.  I pulled his head down and kissed his lips.  "Give 
me your Chakra!"
	Romulus spread apart my anus and plunged his dick 
deep inside of it.
	"Oh Goddess!"  I moaned, as he started pumping his 
cock.  "Give me his power!"
	My body began to feel electric.  I still lay on top of 
Rose’s back.  The energy began to transfer, from my male 
slave to me.
	The Chakra Penis began to form on top of my vagina.  
I could feel it lying against Rose’s sweet ass.  There was an 
aching, and I felt truly supreme, as I had this male power.  
But I was now so much more than a man.  This was a power of 
knowledge.  It was communion, as well as sex.  I had the 
invisible penis, and it was aching, aching to be set free inside 
a woman.
	I plunged it into Rose’s cunt.  The Lady screamed with 
pleasure.  I grabbed her breasts and thrust in again, even 
deeper.  It was too much.  She squirmed and tried to get 
away, but I held the Lady firm.
	We were in a double fuck, mirroring thrusts: Romulus 
inside of my ass, me inside of Rose.  I leached Romulus’ male 
sex energy and used it for my own chakra penis.
	The Lady’s thoughts were known to me now.  I spoke 
inside her mind:  HELLO ROSE.
	"Oh my goddess!"  Lady Rose yelled.  "This can’t be--"
	I directed my thoughts at her again:  BUT IT IS.  I 
AM INSIDE YOU, MIND AS WELL AS BODY.  YOU 
WILL SHOW ME ALL YOUR SECRETS BEFORE THIS 
MONTH IS OUT.  WE WILL BE CLOSER THAN ANY 
PAIR OF LOVERS HAVE EVER BEEN!
	"NOOOOOO!!!!"  Rose shouted, and tried to squirm 
out from my body again.
	I pinched her nipples hard, and thrust into her cunt 
faster.
	YES!  I shouted with my mind.
	I laughed out loud and shouted to Romulus:  "Keep it 
up and keep it stiff, slave!"  
	He was a helpless witness to what happened between 
Rose and I.  He suffered the eternal male curse: to provide 
the raw fuel that brings women together, yet to always stand 
at the borders of our love.  
	The Chakra allowed much more than a simulation of 
male-female sex between two women.  It allowed the women 
to touch each other’s minds.  The Dominant woman could 
break any barrier in the submissive female’s mind.  The 
Chakra power came from only the finest male slaves, who 
were often the most barbarian.  It was said that some women 
had attained the power of the Chakra Penis without a man, 
but the secret to attaining this was shrouded in mystery.  
Even stranger still, some said that two women who both 
possessed the Chakra, who were equal to each other, could 
know the greatest power of all.  But that was not my role 
with Rose.  I was her Mistress, she was My Slave, the Chakra 
Sex was a tool to pry open her mind to me.
	As great as the pleasure of the orgasm Rose gave me 
had been, the pleasure from the Chakra was ten times 
greater, for myself as well as the Lady buckling under my 
thrusts.
	SHOW ME YOUR DAUGHTER, I spoke to Rose.  
SHOW ME SATO.
	YOU FUCKING BITCH, Rose spoke back mentally, 
for the first time.  Her defiance melted away like butter as 
my emotions powered through her mind.  HARM MY 
DAUGHTER AND I WILL KILL YOU IN COMBAT.
	YOU TRAINED HER WELL IN THE ART OF WAR.  
SHE DOMINATES HER SISTERS AS WELL AS YOUR 
SLAVES.  SHE WANTS TO DOMINATE...YOU?  BUT 
YOU DON’T LET HER.  YOU FUCK-FIGHT YOUR OWN 
DAUGHTER!  HER SWEET, SHORT BODY MAKES YOU 
COME IN BED LIKE NO OTHER WOMAN CAN.
	STOP!  Rose shouted.  I could feel her delicious pain 
as I pinched her nipples harder.
	ALMOST LOST CONTROL OF YOUR CATLUST 
AND KILLED YOUR OWN DAUGHTER IN NAKED 
COMBAT, EH, ROSE?  OUR COMMANDER OF HER 
MAJESTY’S FIFTH REGIMENT?  WELL, WELL, WELL.  
WHAT WOULD OUR QUEEN SAY ABOUT YOU KILLING 
HER FAVORITE LITTLE LOVER?  WOULD SHE BE 
JEALOUS OF YOUR AFFECTION?  MAYBE THIS IS THE 
REASON SATO REFUSES TO BE A ROYAL CONCUBINE!  
IN LOVE WITH HER OWN MOTHER, A VIOLIATION 
OF THE HER ROYAL LAW?  OH, WHAT WOULD OUR 
MAJESTY SAY!
	DON’T TELL ANYONE!  Rose screamed.  I’LL DO 
WHATEVER YOU WISH.  LEAVE SATO ALONE!
	Romulus shot his wad and come inside my ass.  I 
rocked my hips around to prolong his orgasm as long as 
possible, stealing as many Sato secrets out of my love-slave 
as I could.
	The orgasm passed through all of us.  I came, 
squeezing and nearly twisting Rose's tits right off her chest.  
The Lady’s body buckled wildly under my sweaty chest as she 
came.
	I screamed in pleasure and threw Romulus off my 
back.  He rolled over and crashed on the floor, unconscious.  
Stealing his Chakra was stealing a tiny part of his life force, 
but the barbarian had a long life span still ahead of him.
	I missed the feeling of the Chakra Penis as it faded.  
Now only my cunt touched Rose’s ass.
	I picked up her head gently, but firmly with my 
hands.  Rose’s face was covered with sweaty exhaustion and 
her eyes were droopy.  I kissed her on the mouth and bit her 
lip to wake Rose up.
	"Don’t worry," I whispered.  "If you’re a good little 
slave, I’ll keep your dirty secret about your daughter."
	"T-Thank you, M-M-Mistress," Rose stuttered.  
Chakra sex often left the strongest of women shattered, 
down to their souls.
	I stood up from the bed, walked over Romulus’ body, 
and poured myself a flagon of wine.  As I drank the liquid and 
flexed my legs, I noticed a display case.  Hanging inside were 
various torture devices, including a diamond studded whip.  I 
took it out and longed to use it on my Lady.
	"Of course, Sato will have to come and serve me in my 
House for the rest of the year!"
	"Over my dead body!"  Rose shouted, rolling over on 
the bed.
	I arched the whip across Rose’s stomach.  A red welt 
appeared immediately on her chest and she wailed.
	"That won’t be necessary," I replied, and threw away 
the flagon.



Her screams echoed throughout the entire castle.
	I kept at my Lady Rose and broke her body and spirit, 
time and time again.  When the Lady fainted and slept, I 
would seek out Sato and make her wear a Bitch Collar.  I 
would fuck the little cunt with the Chakra and gain her 
secrets as well.  I would find the women in her regiments who 
hated the little bitch and ally myself with them.  Sato’s days 
as commander were numbered.
	Romulus’ Chakra energy would keep me going, without 
the need for rest or sleep, for weeks.  I wouldn’t rest until 
the entire House of Rose would become Dominant to my 
House.  I would take their favor with the Queen!
	I gave no thought to the unconscious male slave name 
Romulus.  He was no more than the grape to a wine-maker.  I 
could kill him in an instant and replace him with another 
barbarian from The Savage Land.  
	He was less than nothing in my eyes.

To be continued in Hollywood Catpack, Chapter 4...