Fleia

Name : Fleia
Gender : Female
Weight : 105 lbs
Height : 5"5
Species : Neko
Age : 18 (Can vary)



Fleia is a shy Neko with long brown hair reaching down to her rear. Her matching Auburn eyes glisten in the moon's peaceful light.
She stands an average 5ft 5" she is by no means a meaningful threat to many inhabitants of the park, rather a lost girl trying to find a way back to normality.
Her distinctive features are solely the cat-like additions she has. Her soft ears and slim tail while she holds a very petite figure consisting of her small breasts, flat skinny stomach and slim hips.

Only a few days old, Fleia was abandoned by her parents in front of a crumbling human orphanage. Astonishingly, Fleia was raised there in this broken 'home' until the age of twelve.

Being the only half breed child in the orphanage she was shunned by the other children and by most of the adults who gave their so called 'care'. The food was bland, the beds were hard and the toys were broken pieces of scrap but each day passed regardless.
Without the informal invite from the other children to play outside Fleia was often forced the spend most of her days indoors, something she hated but learned to get used to. Bullying was common in the orphanage, particularly for the neko who was never accepted by her peers and with nowhere to run suffering and enduring was her only option.

Days after her twelfth birthday a rare visitor came by the orphanage. It was a nerve racking time for every child since it was an opportunity to finally escape the hell they lived in.
Fleia had her hair pulled, her clothes torn and her ears and tail yanked, putting her in a rather poor condition to meet with the man. A tall, dark man towered over the children, carefully inspecting each one Fleia's unusual features caught his eye which rapidly lead to her adoption to the shock and disgust of the other children.

An excited and happy Fleia was escorted out of the orphanage with her new guardian but the silent walk home wasn't exactly reassuring to her.
She was led to a moderately sized house painted an inviting white on the outside.
The door swung open and she was kicked inside in the open space towards the log fire. Laying weakly on the floor her ears perked up hearing the door lock several times.
"Stand up and remove those clothes." he ordered quickly. Fleia turned around shaking her head. "I-I don't want to.." she replied quietly.
The large man stood up with a evil smirk on his face. He walked over to her, standing at 6ft 6" he towered over the 4ft 8" girl.
He began his assault by grabbing her hair tight to lifted the struggling kitten off the ground.
He pumped a fast punch into her slim stomach which was enough to almost knock her out cold.
Letting her cling to her consciousness he threw her onto the couch and stripped her himself before giving her just a moment to compose herself.
He undressed himself and started climbing on top of the dazed girl, rubbing his dirty hands all over her pure, untouched body.
She whimpered lightly at the squeezing but only when he lined his erect cock up to her immature folds did she realise what was going on.
Before she could protest he forced himself in, ripping through her hymen to indulge in the incredibly tight walls of his new victim.
The minutes felt like hours for Fleia, her body tightening up in shock from large intruder but it was only the beginning for the girl.

For six more years she was continually raped and humiliated by the unforgiving brute but got more used to the violent abuse.
Her teen years had been stolen by this man who used Fleia as nothing but a toy whether it be for his chores or his uncontrollable lustful desires.

Walks were permitted but under the strict condition she was naked. She often took the option since she hated the inside of his house. Every few days he'd strap a tight collar around her neck and take her out, forcing her to crawl around on her hands and knees and expose scars on her body be they fresh or old ones. The broken neko was constantly reminded of her status ~ that her body was nothing but a sack of meat for which he may use however he pleased. With the way she was treated and how she behaved, it was easy to see she believed it too.

Her eyes faded from a bright Auburn color to a dull, broken brown as what little fight she had left inside was dying.
One fortunate day, the worn out collar he used to walk her, whip her and tie her up was wearing thin and after tying her to a tree on an evening walk a weak, accidental tug broke the leather strap with him temporarily absent. She stumbled around to her feet then rushed into the city, tired, cold and hungry.

Having escaped the evil man's clutches she crawled through the dense streets searching and begging for help. Out of pity she was given a long white shirt, a pair of tattered shorts and ribbons to hold her hair in place.

She searches for help along the streets of the city and outskirts of the park just waiting for her savior.

Fleia is a cautious girl which makes her shy but after a hellish upbringing she couldn't afford risking being caught by a similar brute which means you might have a hard time getting her to open up to you but it will happen ^-^

Mate: Nersa


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