Kitten's Revenge (Her Plaything Book 4)

After almost a year in humiliating captivity, Kitten has fallen in love with the caring ministrations of her new mistress. But there's someone else who has used her transformation as an opportunity to use and degrade her, and now it's time for some payback...

The final chapter in the series Her Plaything.


“You fucking bith” he squeaked pathetically. “How could you do thith to me?” He began to cry again, and he tried in vain to hold his massive jiggling mounds to his chest to keep them from heaving with his great sobs.


“Now now, 'Candy'. We're not entirely cruel. We've decided we'll give you a way out, and if you do it then we'll undo everything we've done and let you go.”





“You can – sniff – undo this? It's not permanent?” Wiping his tears away he looked up at the two of us and batted those big doll eyes.





“Of course not, you stupid bimbo” is what I wanted to say but I settled for “You'll notice we left you your, ahem, 'package'. If you do what we ask then we'll let you go, as long as you promise to leave town forever. Sound fair?”





There was anger in his eyes, which quickly started to tear up again. But after a moment of biting his giant, puffy lip he said “Alright. What do you want.”





“First some clothes might be nice. A purse, too. Then we can talk about what we'll do next.”





Sniffling he awkwardly pulled himself back up to his heels and dutifully pranced to the closet. After my own escape I told Darla to install a camera in there as well and I looked forward to reviewing the footage. We waited for perhaps 20 minutes, busying ourselves with each other, until 'she' stepped out.





If there was any chance of modesty left for Candy then what we left in the closet ruined it. I was pleased to see that she selected a pink mini-dress with frills around her immense hips that swayed as she wobbled toward us in her high heels. It had no straps and her massive breasts rippled, barely contained in the thin pink fabric. Her nipples stood out erect on her chest, joined by her swollen cock pressing against the front of her dress. Looks like the hormones and aphrodisiacs we were feeding her were doing the trick.