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Dawn of Dusk - Part 1: Tavern Wench - Chapter 6: My pet cat

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A few months after my first encounter with mistress Thistle I met her again. Whenever I thought about her, about us, I just couldn't think think of me as anything but her pet and her as my mistress. Serving her had been quite humiliating, but it had excited me a lot. I had enjoyed it a lot, mostly I think because no matter how much it embarrassed me to do what she commanded me to, I knew that never sought to actually hurt me, she just liked to play with me. And I liked being her helpless plaything. It was a day towards the end of the trading season. I had heard that further north and in the mountains travel ground to a complete stop during the winter because of all the snow, but Savan lay far enough south that we rarely had snow and when we did it was only a little and that usually again melted in a day or two. I remember one winter when I was five or six when we had five inches of snow and it took more than a week to melt. Most years we got only an inch or two and some we got no snow at all or maybe a little slush. Still, rain and storms were common in winter and few people who could avoid it traveled during that time. It was a somewhat lean time for us as there were few guests in the inn, but at least the town folk still visited the tavern and the warming punches and teas my parents brewed were in big demand. The day had been thoroughly unpleasant, cloudy, wet and windy. While it was not particularly cold, it was cool and if you stayed outside for any length of time the wind pierced any but the warmest clothes. It rained about half the time, mostly it was just an unpleasant drizzle, but every now and then there was a short downpour and the occasional roll of thunder. In short, you only left the house if you had to and then you hurried to your destination as fast as you could to get back inside. At least we had a fire going and my father let me drink as much of the warming tea as I wanted, though he only allowed me an occasional sip of the punch. I had to work and the punch was quite strong. And it did not take a lot to get me drunk. The tavern room was mostly empty, there were only two travelers, a few of our regulars and a squad of the town watch. They sat as close to the fire as they could and still looked like drowned rats. For once I pitied them, their duty had required them to spend most of the day outside and it showed. While I wasn't particularly enamored of them, two of the youngest members were decent enough and yet not in a committed relationship. With so few guests I didn't have much to do and I spent most of my time flirting with the two, doing my best to get them warm while I decided which of them to would get to keep me warm overnight.

I heard the door open and turned to look. Three figures in soaked and rather filthy looking travel cloaks entered. I turned back to the young male on whose quite comfy lap I was sitting, gave him an apologetic smooch on the cheek and got up reluctantly. The three newcomers had not yet removed their hoods even though they were safely in the dry now. I judged the two taller ones to be males and the third to be a female. At first they made a beeline for an empty table close to the fireplace but then the smallest, the female stopped her companions and gestured to the table that was in the furthest corner. After a moment they gave in and led her there. The female sat in the corner with her back to the wall, with the males flanking her. Once they were sitting, the two males finally removed their hoods. Since they were sitting rather far from the fire and the lit lamps I didn't recognize them until I stood right in front of the table. They were the two male companions of mistress Thistle, though for the moment I couldn't remember their names. Which meant that the third, still hooded, figure had to be her. "Mistress Thistle, you're back. I'm so happy to see you again." And then to all of them, "What can I get you." "Food and drink. Something to warm us up. The cheapest you have." At my look of disbelief at the last part, they had spent money lavishly the last time they visited us, after all, he added, "We were robbed. Our mistress got hurt pretty badly." They really looked the part. Their cloaks were still serviceable, but they had been far from the best when they were new and that had been a long time ago. And all three of them looked exhausted and frozen. At that moment she finally pushed back the hood and let me see her face. I almost felt as if I had been punched in the belly. The eyes, which had been so full of life they had sparkled like stars, were dull and empty. Whatever had been done to her had to have been bad, really bad. I swallowed several times before I was managed to answer, "We have hot tea or punch if you want something with a little more spirit. We have a hot stew and we can heat the bread rolls as well. If you can stand it, you can add dragon peppers to the stew, they really make you sweat." The two males looked at each other, at Thistle and then back at me. The half blood, suddenly I remembered that his name was Serrin, ordered, "Hot tea for all of us. A bowl of stew for our mistress and just bread for us." For a moment I was tempted to protest, but then I just answered, "Yes, Sir." and hurried to the bar to pass the order on to my parents. I felt sorry for them and especially Thistle. I just told my father that I would talk to mother and then continued into the kitchen. It took a bit of fast talking, but eventually I managed to convince my mother that we should help them a little. I went to my mother because I knew she would be a little more sympathetic to my request. And also, this wasn't a discussion I wanted to have out in the open where other customers could hear it, some of them would no doubt try to abuse such kindheartedness. My mother filled three big mugs with hot punch and I carried them outside. I put them on the table and announced quietly, "It's punch, I hope it warms you up good. And you'll all get a hot stew." Serrin answered in an equally low voice, "Thank you, but I don't think we can pay for all that." I gave them a friendly smile, "Don't worry about that. You look like you really need it. And you gave us enough in tips the last time you were here to pay for three such meals. I'll be back with the food in a few minutes." After making sure no other guests were in dire need of new drinks I returned to the kitchen to wait while my mother prepared the food. I could not help wondering what had happened to mistress Thistle and her guardians. One thing I found strange was that she was the only one who had apparently been hurt by the bandits. I would have expected the two males to have taken the brunt of any attack. But then I realized that the bandits must have raped her after they had been overwhelmed or had surrendered in the face of overwhelming odds. My mother looked up as a growl of anger escaped from deep in my throat. "What is wrong, Daisy?" "I think Thistle was raped by those bandits, probably a lot." She grimaced and said, "Then you need to help her as best as you can. She really likes you, after all. But be careful don't come on too strong, you might scare her." "I understand, mother. By Lillith's belly, I'll do whatever I can to help her." "I know you will. Here, the food for them is ready." "Thank you." I picked up the tray and carried it outside. I placed the bowls of hot stew in front of Thistle and her guards and the basket with the warm bread-rolls in the center of the table. And the smaller bowl with the finely chopped peppers. "Those are chopped dragon peppers. They really warm you up, put a few in the stew if you can stand them, but be careful they are really hot. Enjoy your meal." I had smiled at Thistle while I had served the food, but she showed almost no reaction, only when I had said my piece did she give me a wan smile. It hurt me to see her like this. I bowed and returned the tray to the kitchen. Then I spent some time bringing new drinks to the other guests and chatting a bit more with the town guards. I made another round to see if anyone needed drinks before I sat down between the two guards I had been flirting with before. "Tony, Dick, sorry for getting your hopes up, but I probably won't want either of you to warm my sheets today." "You want one of them" here he pointed in the direction of the table where Thistle was sitting, "to warm your bed. I'm jealous, those two guards do look quite handsome. I mean, I'm sure they look good to a gal." I had to smile a little, it was so obvious to everyone that Tony was interested in males as well as females. Nobody here would think any less of him, but he just couldn't help trying to hide it. Without much success, I might add. I lowered my voice a little more, not for him, but I didn't want Thistle to hear us talking about them, "That they do, but no, I'd invite the female in." "The cat chick? She doesn't look like your type or in the mood for fun. Do you even know if she's into females?" "Definitely yes to the last. I'm not sure yet if she's in the mood, but if she is, then I'll say yes to her. She came through here a few months back on the way north, and we had a lot of fun together." "You had. Wait, was she the one Andrew talked about, the one who made you her toy and had her fun with you right here where everyone could see you? And made you wake up half the neighborhood?" "Yes, that's her." "She looks like crap. Do you know what happened?" "They didn't tell me, but obviously something really bad happened to her. After the fun I had with her, I feel the need to try to help her." "I will pray that you can help her, she looks like she really needs it." "Take care you two. We'll have fun some other time. That's a promise, and you know I keep my promises." I kissed both of them and just before got up I had an idea. I turned to Tony and asked, "How about all three of us together? I'll be a little tight in my bed, but think of all the fun we could have together." Tony obviously couldn't help thinking about what he could do, and not just with me and began to blush furiously. I watched him for a moment, gave him a last lick on the cheek and got up.

I checked up on the other guests and refilled a few mugs. Thistle and her servants had finished their food but were still nursing their drinks. "Drink up before it gets cold, I'll get you some more." Serrin looked at his mistress and answered, "Thank you, we are really in your debt. But this time just the tea. The punch is good but it's a little too strong." "As you wish." I returned to the kitchen to get the tea. After a short deliberation I filled my own mug as well and carried all four mugs to their table. I put the steaming mugs on the table and asked, "Mind if I join you for a bit?" I was looking at Thistle and for a moment her eyes widened in panic but then she calmed down and she answered, "Please sit with me, Daisy." Serrin moved to the chair opposite his mistress so I could sit next to her. I sat down, not right next to her, she sat in the corner, but at right angles with her and close. I burned with curiosity about what had happened, but did not dare to ask outright. I could only hope that she would tell me when she was ready. I noticed very quickly that while the two males were reasonably clean (no one managed to stay really clean while traveling), Thistle was positively filthy. Her fur looked and smelled as if she had not groomed herself properly for weeks. The smell was unpleasant, but not overwhelming; I think she had tried to clean up a little, but had only cold water and no soap to wash with. One thing I could smell, faint and almost hidden by all the other unpleasant scents was that of male cum. From everything I knew about her, she was only interested in females and it was unlikely she had lain with a male by choice. We chatted a bit about less important matters, mostly about the conditions of the road and such. I told them what I had heard from other travelers about the road south and about the weather predictions from the diviner. They told me about the road north from where they had come. They were rather vague about where they had actually traveled or their trading. The most interesting thing they had heard was a rumor that the new king of Tukis was planning another invasion of Baneh and most likely an attack on Savan, my hometown the next year or the year after. They didn't say how they had come by this information, but something in the way they spoke convinced me that this wasn't a general rumor, but was supposed to be known only to a few people. This and the vagueness about their business deals strengthened my suspicion that they were spies of some kind. They assured me that they would inform the trader's guild tomorrow, which would see that the rumor got passed on to the baron and the city guard. Thistle had been very quiet the whole time and had more or less only spoken when I had directly addressed her. But I had talked less and less with her as it seemed to make her uncomfortable and stopped calling her 'mistress' when she asked me to. Every now and then I had excused myself to see to the other guests. When I came back to the table I asked, "So, will you stay the night?" Serrin answered, "Can we sleep in the stables? We can't really afford anything else." I thought about is for a moment before I answered, "No. Not in this weather. I'll see to it that you get a room. Thistle, would you like to stay with me? My room is rather small, but it's big enough for two, if a little cozy." She looked at me for a long, long moment and I could see the emotions flicker across her face. Uncertainty, even a little fear, but in the end she nodded, "I would be honored, Daisy." "The honor is all mine. But only after a hot bath. Come." I managed to talk my father into giving the two males the room next to mine. It was the smallest of the guest rooms and like my room it lacked a fireplace. But both rooms were built against the main chimney, which warmed them enough so long as it was not extremely cold. Of course this meant that my room often got a little hot in summer (while the fireplace in the tavern was only used when it was cold, the stove was of course in use year round). I didn't mind too much, I always slept in the nude anyway and it only meant that I (and whoever shared my room) didn't need to use a blanket all that often.

We still had enough hot water in the tank in the stove, but only barely. Thistle's fur was so filthy I had to change the water three times (and a fourth time to rinse her off) and I used up more than half a bar of soap before she was clean enough that the water didn't turn dark within moments. We didn't talk all that much. She was extremely tense at the beginning, almost cringing at my touch, but she slowly calmed down. I wouldn't be able to get her fur completely dry no matter what I did, but three wet towels later she was only damp. She covered herself with her cloak and then we retired to my room.

I found the glow-stone in its hiding place, lit it and hung it up. Then I closed the door behind us and asked, "Do you prefer the door locked?" Thistle had been staring at the mattress that occupied most of my room. She turned to look at me and finally answered in a quiet voice, "Please." I barred the door and turned back to her, "I always take off my clothes before I get into bed." I had considered this part carefully, normally I made it clear that taking off the clothes was not optional, but given her situation I didn't want to put any pressure on her. I took off my blouse and skirt and hung them on a hook. Thistle followed suit and hung up her cloak. Then I jumped on the mattress, quickly crawled to the headboard and turned around and held out my arms, welcoming her into my tiny domain, "Welcome to my empire, Thistle, small as it may be. May Lillith and Lespia bless us this night." "And their blessings on you. Thank you, Daisy." She got down on her knees and quickly crawled to me. We embraced and our lips met and then our tongues. The kiss went on and on and after a moment she closed her eyes and I felt her relax. Suddenly she began to tremble. I saw tears leak out between her closed eyelids and then she broke the kiss, buried her face in my chest and began to cry. She was mostly silent with only the occasional whimper but her body shook like a leaf. I held her tight but I was at a loss as to what else to do. Seeing Thistle cry in my arms felt strange. It is normal for a mother or an older sister to comfort a young child, but when it's the other way around it is rather unusual. After a while I began crowning a nursery rhyme I had often used to calm down Lavender when she was small. I didn't know if I had helped any, but eventually she calmed down. And then she began to lick my breasts. I think at first she just wanted to lap up the tears that had soaked into my fur, but then she began to get frisky. Her lips and her rough tongue felt wonderful and I began to pant and a long moan escaped my lips. Suddenly she stopped licking and looked up at me. I was shocked at the submissive, fearful look in her eyes and she asked in a quavering voice, "May I taste you, Mi..." I realized that she had almost addressed me as 'mistress' and was afraid to have angered me by being too forward. I forced myself to smile (at that moment it was hard, really hard, the fearful look in her eyes had felt like a stab into my heart) and answered, "Always." I sat down and spread my legs, "Always, my friend and lover. Lick me as much as you like. Will you will allow me to taste you as well?" She stared at me for a long moment. My heart almost melted when the fear left her eyes and she smiled for the first time today. At least it was the first smile that seemed genuinely happy and not forced. She bent down, put her paws on my thighs and gently but firmly forced them a little further apart and then she began to lap at my flower. I could almost feel her confidence return with every lick. Whatever she had been through, it had not affected her skill and eagerness to please a lover. She did not hurry, but she didn't dawdle or spend a lot of time to tease me either. I could feel her eagerness, nay hunger to taste of the milk of my body. My desire rose quickly, soon I was panting and moaning and then a chittering scream bubbled up from my throat as the first climax hit me. She redoubled her efforts and wrung several more screams from my body before she slowed down. She kept licking me, but now gently, not to get me off, just to enjoy my taste and scent. Thistle raised her head, licked each of my rock hard nipples once. She raised her head further, looked me in the eyes and kissed me full on the lips, sharing the taste of my joy with me. Then she leaned back, sat down and spread her legs a little, inviting me to enjoy her body. I leaned forward, pushed her legs further apart and sniffed at her flower. Tasting me had definitely excited her and started her juices flowing. I started lapping at her petals before I moved further into her with my tongue. I teased her a little more than she had teased me, but I had caught some of her her urgency and hunger and it didn't take long before her claws dug into my shoulders and Thistle screeched out her pleasure. I pushed my snout deeper into her and gently nibbled at the sensitive nub. Her whole body shook as an intense climax ripped through her. I withdrew my muzzle a little but kept licking, giving her one more orgasm before I stopped. As she had done before, I kissed her mouth so we could share the taste of her pleasure. I pulled away and studied her face: Thistle had a slightly dreamy look, but she also looked lost, as if she didn't know what to do next. I let myself fall backwards and lay down on my side, leaving a space between myself and the wall. When Thistle didn't follow right away, I patted the bed next to me, "Come lie down. That's the outer wall of the chimney, it's warm and will help to dry your fur." Thistle gave me a grateful look and lay down next to me. I scooted closer to her, put my right arm around her and licked her face. After a moment she responded in kind. We licked, kissed and touched each other, enjoying the company. We groped each other, but gently, touching lazily, letting our paws roam all over each other's body. It was somewhat arousing and exciting, but it wasn't close to actual lovemaking. After several minutes Thistle gave me a gentle push and I moved away a little. She looked up at me, by now I was lying on my side, while she lay on her back. My ardor cooled suddenly when I saw her face. Her eyes were hooded and she looked as if she was struggling with unpleasant memories. I wondered if I had done anything wrong. Thistle cleared her throat several times before she finally said, "Daisy, I suppose you will want to know what happened to me." It took a lot of willpower to answer, "Only if it isn't too painful." My burning desire to hear her story must have been plainly visible on my face, "Really? And you aren't afire with curiosity?" "I am, Thistle, I am. Still, only tell me if you want to. I want to help you, not cause you further pain." "It hurts just to think about it. But I always felt that sharing a burden lightened it. So I will tell you. Here's what happened to me:"

It happened on our way back when we ate lunch at a wayside tavern. One of the tavern wenches put a slow acting sleeping potion in our drinks. Serrin and Agan found that out later, when they returned there to find out what had happened to me. One of the tavern wenches disappeared in the night. Most likely she had been working for the bandits that abducted me. I fell asleep after a bell or so, Serrin and Agan held out a little longer, but eventually they succumbed to the potion as well. I woke up with a bad headache. I was in a dark room, lying on a filthy reed mat. The air was uncomfortably cool and I was completely naked, except for an iron collar around my neck. When I tried to explore I quickly found out that the collar was enchanted and that if I moved more than a few paces away from the corner of the room where I had woken up it began to choke me. At some point it began to choke me really hard. I explored a little more, but found nothing to help me escape and gave up after a while. There was a bed where I could just reach it, but it was far enough away that the collar became so tight that I could not remain there for long. And there was a chamber pot which I used. The choking increased both with distance and time, there was a big area where I could go but not stay for any length of time. There was a warm wooden blanket on the bed, but it had been nailed to the frame so I couldn't take it. I could hear faint noises and see a very faint light from outside, so I could not have been all that far underground, but that was about it. It was really hard to tell time in that place. I curled up as tightly as I could to keep from freezing and waited. I must have been out for quite a while because I was already hungry and quite thirsty and that only got worse as I waited. I waited a long while, it could have been a bell, or longer. I might have dozed off for a while. Suddenly I heard voices from the outside, noises like a door being opened and the light that filtered in suddenly became noticeably brighter. I got up quickly when I heard them climb down and moments later I was almost blinded by the lantern they carried. It was three human males. They stopped a few paces away from me and grinned down at me. The one in the center spoke up, "What do we have here? Looks like a stray cat, bet she's in heat. Well, kitten, want some milk or juice?" He thrust out his hips so there was no doubt what kind he meant. "Ewww, no." He looked at me sadly and said, "Your loss, slut. I'm sure you'll be in the mood soon." And with that they turned around and left. And I was alone in the dark again. I waited a long while before they came back again. They asked me the same question again and once more I refused. But by then I was getting really thirsty. And hungry and cold, of course. I thought about it long and hard and decided to stop fighting and give them what they wanted.

"You gave in that quickly?" "Yes. It doesn't make me proud, but I saw no point in fighting any further. I knew I would give in sooner or later and decided that sooner was better." "Why?" "Because when you're completely at someone's mercy and they have no compunction about what to do to you, they will break your will eventually. You can hold out for a while, depending on how strongly you resist and how much pressure they put on you, but you can't hold out forever forever. And at that point I didn't think I would be rescued, I had to assume that Serrin and Agan were either dead or captured as well. My family doesn't trade slaves, but it's a big business and our family has many contacts with slave traders and trainers and I talked with them about such things sometimes. Between pain, hunger, thirst, sleep deprivation and sexual abuse you can break pretty much anybody. And use magic for the really hard cases or when you're in a hurry. Full mind control is rarely used, but there are plenty of spells that can weaken a person's will. A favorite are spells or magic items that make a person really horny, either constantly or when she encounters specific triggers. These are used mainly for expensive and specially trained pleasure slaves. Like I said, I realized that they would break me eventually. When you travel like I do, there is always a small chance you will get captured, so the people I talked to gave me tips on what to do. From the slavers I learned that it's better to bend than to resist until they break you. Then you have a chance to keep yourself more or less intact, if they have to break you, they will often destroy you."

Anyway, I begged them to let me suck him off. I had to humiliate myself, pretend to be a total slut or just a cat in heat. It was pretty disgusting, I don't like males all that much in any case and they were not too clean as well and stank. Then I begged some more until he let me drink his 'juice' as well. That was even more disgusting, but at least it slacked my thirst or at least the worst of it. Then they just left and I was alone once more. They always stayed so far from the corner of the room that the collar tightened around my neck when I served them. There must have been a pretty complicated enchantment on it, because as soon as I was touching a male the collar loosened and when his cock was inside me it didn't choke me at all. They had drawn a line on the ground and if I tried to cross it without permission, the collar tightened unbearably. I'm not sure what other enchantments were on the collar, but I think it made any contact with the males more disgusting than it should have been. But at the same time it excited me. When they fucked me, I almost always came and when I did it I always had a very intense climax. Usually a sharp and short one and afterwards I felt unclean and terribly ashamed of myself. I was alone for a long while before they came back. This time it was four male humans, different ones than before. And they brought food. They carried a covered bowl which they put on the table and uncovered. The smell of fried bacon and bread filled the room and my stomach began to rumble. I begged them to feed me and when they didn't react until I offered to do all kinds of things and showed off my body. They watched for a while and finally one of them said something like, "I don't think you're really honest here. I'm not sure you really want to get it, slut." With that they left again. And I was alone again. By then it had been at least a day since I had last eaten and my stomach was an empty pit in my belly. And the appetizing smell of the food, which they had left, only made it a lot worse. I did try to get at the food, but it was well past the line where the collar began to choke me really hard and I couldn't get close. I sat on my mat for a long time, hugged my knees and cried. After another long wait they came back. This time I didn't mention the food at all but just begged them to touch me, fuck me and let me taste them. They, well, 'bantered' with me for a while, to get me to beg in ever more humiliating ways. Eventually one of them offered to bend me over the table and fuck me from behind. And he told me that he would shackle me to the table and showed me the pair of shackles connected by very short chains to the table, near the corners of one of the short sides. I had to confirm several times that I really wanted all that, was dripping with desire and wanted him to fuck me hard, that kind of thing. I was very nervous when I stepped across the line on the floor. The collar tightened but not nearly as much as it had when I was alone. It was unpleasant but bearable, at least for a short time. I knelt down in front of the male and waited for him to open his breeches. As soon as my tongue touched his cock the collar loosened a little. I got him hard and he positioned me the way he wanted and locked the shackles around my wrists. I ended up with my nose only inches from the bowl with the food. His three friends sat down, each on one side of the table and watched me. The one across the table looked me in the eyes. He grinned at me mockingly. As soon as his cock entered me the collar loosened and stopped choking me completely. As much as the whole thing embarrassed and humiliated me, I moaned as soon as the male behind me thrust into me. I really wanted not to have to meet the gaze of the male in front of me, to close my eyes or at least look away, but I didn't dare. Soon I almost forgot about him as my body responded to the stimulation of a big hard cock pumping into me from behind. The male fucked me hard, he was rough but not brutal. Still, getting slammed against the hard table hurt my hips. I came as soon as he shot his load into me, screeching like a cat in heat. He kept rutting a little longer and then pulled out. The pleasant glow of my climax faded as soon as he slowed down and was replaced by disgust almost before he pulled out. The others patted me and praised me, what a good slut I was, deepening my humiliation. The male who had just fucked me pushed a chair up behind me and invited me to sit down. And as soon as I did the collar began to tighten again. I quickly realized that the only way I would be able to eat, assuming they would feed me, was to sit on a male's lap with his cock inside me and so I began to beg them to let me do that. The male who had just used me wasn't interested, but eventually one of his friends agreed to let me sit on his lap, but he wasn't interested to, as he put it, 'stick it in a slimy hole'. After some more begging he consented to use my tailhole instead. He unlocked the shackle around my right wrist so I could get him hard with my mouth. I got as much spit on him as I could, but he wasn't nearly well enough lubricated when he declared that he was hard enough. He locked me to the table again and sat down behind me. He held his cock with one hand while another male guided me into position. As soon as his cock touched my rear entrance I was pushed down hard, forcing it deep into me. I screamed at the sudden pain. He pretended to be concerned about that and I had to 'reassure' them that I was fine and loved it, even though at first the pain was so bad I could barely speak and the tears ran down my cheeks. At least the pain faded as my muscles relaxed and I got used to having a big male cock in my ass. While I had been occupied with that the others had produced tankards of ale. They drank and chatted about their 'exploits' while they fed me. The three others treated me like a pet, scratched my ears and the like. As long as I played along they fed me bits of the food every now and then. There wasn't all that much bacon, most of the food was stale bread, but I was hungry enough not to care. They had fried up the bread, I'm sure more to give it a strong smell than for any other reason, but it certainly improved the taste and the grease was a big plus. The male on whose lap I sat played with me, squeezing my tits and nipples and feeling me up. It hurt, but it was bearable. Every now and then he lifted my hips and let me fall back down so he would stay hard. There was still a little food left in the bowl when they stopped feeding me. Suddenly I was lifted up and bent over the table and then the male fucked my tailhole. Once more I came with him. Afterwards he complained about getting dirty. It took me too long before I overcame my revulsion and began to beg to be allowed to clean him off. He did allow me to do that, but afterwards he just told me that it was time for sleep. I begged for a drink or for one of them to sleep with me, so I could lie in the bed, but while they let me beg for a bit they just turned around and left. As soon as they did the collar tightened unbearably and I had to flee to the corner of the room. I curled up as tightly as I could and eventually cried myself to sleep. I didn't sleep all that much, I woke up shivering several times. That became my life for the next month or so. Unless I miscounted I spent twenty-four nights in that hellhole. Most of the time I managed to 'convince' one of them to spend the night with me in the bed. They would usually fuck me on the bed, then I would lie with the male with his cock inside me, usually in the tailhole and in the morning he would fuck me again. It wasn't pleasant and I rarely got all that much sleep, but at least I wasn't freezing. I had to beg for everything and debase myself in other ways. They liked to watch me play with myself, but I wasn't allowed to get off. I usually got two meals a day and the only thing I got to drink were the juices I could suck from the male's cocks. They often spilled a little on my face or chest, undoubtedly on purpose. Since I didn't have any water I could not clean myself up. The only thing I could do was to 'cat-wash' and they 'encouraged' me to do that while they watched. The rest of the day I was either alone or 'entertained' them. They rarely told me what they wanted, they just left if I wasn't convincing and eager enough in my begging. And any failure to please them brought consequences later. If I didn't 'play' with them during the day, they would not feed me in the evening or I would only get very little. I quickly learned to do whatever they wanted or seemed to want. They did their best to make things as humiliating as possible and every now and then found new ways to do that. Later they would sometimes complain about my supposed shortcomings and I had to beg them to punish me, which usually meant a hard spanking. They were rough with me and caused me a lot of pain, but they were not so brutal as to maim me.

All the while they pretended to be bandits. Pretended? Yes, it took me a bit to notice it, but there were a lot of inconsistencies and by now I am almost completely certain that they were not actually bandits. Why? Let's see: The first thing was the collar. A magic item like this is really expensive. A group of bandits could live like kings for a month if they found the right buyer. And given how complex the enchantments were I suspect that they would need a wizard or at least and apprentice mage to control it properly. Sure, even mages have been known to be desperate enough to join a band of thieves, but that is quite rare. And to be honest, using it was completely unnecessary. A sturdy door, tying me up as needed and taking the blanket with them when they left would have accomplished the same as putting the collar on me. Escape would have been just as impossible and since there were at least two and usually three or four strong males present I wouldn't have had any hope to win in a fight, even if I managed to catch them completely by surprise. Even slavers rarely use a device like this as its not efficient. Sure it can aid, but you can get the same effect much cheaper. It's basically a device that only a particularly cruel slave owner would use to punish or to humiliate his slaves. Or sometimes to turn a particularly beautiful slave into a toy for pleasure without the risk of causing permanent ham. The room I was in was big, about as big as your two best rooms taken together and in decent shape. I doubt that any band of bandits would waste so much room on a single female captive. But the biggest clue were my captors. There were about fifteen males and they were all big strong and healthy humans. And they were much too disciplined. So they must have been soldiers and likely an elite unit, either mercenaries or more likely the house guard of a noble. Bandits are usually scum, convicts, deserters or the like. They are not known for having much discipline. Sure a strong leader can get them to fear him enough to behave, but even the strongest leader has limits on how much he can control his men. If he is smart he knows when to control his men and when to let them 'play'. Some leaders forbid their men from playing too rough and but usually only valuable hostages will be off limits. Few people want to become a bandit, the public executions are usually enough to convince people that it's not a good career and often a quite short one. There are not many cities or market towns that don't have the head of a former bandit or three on pike to remind anyone passing of that fact. And since furs are generally discriminated in the celestial lands they usually get sentenced unfairly more often than humans, so unsurprisingly they often take to banditry. The only fur I saw the whole time was a female canine who came by once a day to empty out the night-soil. She wore an iron collar and a simple smock, so she might have been a slave or a serf. She never said anything, from her looks she was clearly afraid to talk to me. The way the males treated me was obviously planned by someone to be especially humiliating. Assuming they had kidnapped me for ransom, bandits would either have left me alone or just used me when the fancy struck them. The males were actually not that bad as actors, but the longer I watched, the more their stories began to feel studied. And I began to notice inconsistencies where they added details to the basic outline they had learned. And there was one more thing: They were trying not to show it, but they knew that I preferred females. I didn't carry any items with me that would have told them this. I even leave the pendant of Lespia with a trader I know well before I enter lands controlled by celestials. The only way they could have know was for someone to have told them that. I suspect that a rival or enemy of my family hired them to humiliate me. One more thing I noticed was that they always stayed hard the whole night, even when they slept. I'm pretty sure that's only possible with the help of magic. Expensive magic which bandits would likely sell, rather than use it for such little gain. Maybe if there was a priest of Domm or one of the chaos lords among them he could have achieved that with a few prayers, but in that case I'm sure he would have insisted to be allowed to 'play' with me as well. And most likely play roughly. To be honest I was a little relieved when I figured out that they were not bandits. I couldn't really sleep much easier since it was possible that they would kill me eventually, but it seemed more likely that they would eventually ransom me back. That they were careful not to hurt me badly or maim me argued for the latter as well.

I knew that something was up when instead of the usual meal they had a saucer with a disgusting liquid which I had to lap up like an animal, while one of them patted my rump and felt me up. Yes, I was a little afraid that they would poison me, but not all that much. Or maybe I was resigned to my fate. Had I refused they would only have forced it into me. Or just killed me. It turned out to be a sleeping potion and I fell asleep not long after I had finished the bowl. When I woke up my arms were tied up at the back. They were tied so tightly that my elbows touched. I was gagged and blindfolded and they had given me something that made me really, really horny. I lay on my stomach in a wagon and there were at least two males sitting next to me. They touched me and I felt like I would burst with desire at each touch. One of them told me to lie still. I couldn't help squirming and received quite a few painful smacks on the rump for that. The wagon stopped and they transferred me to a stretcher and carried me on that for a while. From sounds and scents I figured that we had left the wagon out in the countryside and then entered a town. And I guessed that it was just before dawn. We stopped and they helped me up. I had to crouch a little while they lashed my arms to a pole. They made me stand with my legs spread and my tail up. One of them told me in a low voice that I had to stand still until someone came to untie me. He told me that one of them would be watching me and if I moved too much or closed my legs he would put an arrow in my gut. He moved behind me and played with my breasts and cunt until I was almost ready to cum. I could feel the eyes of his friends on me as they enjoyed my helpless squirming. He gave me a peck on the cheek and then they left. I had to wait for a long while until I was finally freed. My body refused to cool down and I could almost feel his fingers touch me. I knew perfectly well what a sight I presented, I could feel my juices dribble down my thighs. I couldn't stop squirming completely, but held my position as well as I could. While I was quite sure that they wouldn't actually kill me at this point, I didn't dare to risk it. By the end my arms and legs hurt quite a bit from holding that position so long. I only managed because I could support most of my weight on my arms. I could hear the approaching day as the noises around me changed.

Eventually a patrol of the town guard came by and untied me. To my horror they were more interested in the fact that I was naked than that I had been tied up and wanted to put me in jail and punish me for public indecency! As they were about to take me away Serrin, Agan and our merchant friend with a few of his servants showed up. The merchant managed to talk the town guards around, or at least he put enough doubt in their hearts that they let us go. Apparently the new local priest of Uriel was big on public indecency and had commanded the town guard to punish even the smallest infraction severely. Talking them around had taken a bit and caused quite a stir, so we got out of there as fast as we could before the priest himself showed up. One of the merchant's servants had given me his cloak so I could cover up but we had not packed our traveling supplies on the horses as they had expected to take me back to the merchant's house to clean up and rest after my ordeal before traveling back here. It seemed that my captors had a good idea when the town guard would show up and informed my friends barely in time so they would get there only after I had already been found. Agan managed to buy some clothes for me in the next village before we tackled the causeway. We rode hard the whole day, after going through that I only wanted to get back to a civilized city, not one where you get put in the stocks because your skirt was an inch too short. And now we are here.

I had held her through most of her story and I could tell how much even thinking about it had hurt her. Thistle looked at me, her eyes wet with tears. Then she shook her head and when she looked at me again, she was grinning once more. Well it was as much a grimace as a smile, but it was better than nothing, "And now I need something to make me forget about all that. Any ideas?" "Yes, just a moment." I got up on my knees and crawled over to the chest in which I kept most of my things. It took me only a moment to find the toys I was looking for: A finger-glove, a 'cucumber' (a kind of leather sausage on a stick) and a double sided strap-on. I dropped the items on the mattress and asked, "What do you think of my toys?" "Not the strap-on. Not today." For a moment I was perplexed about that, but then I realized that it probably reminded her too much of a male cock to be comfortable with it now. I quickly put it back in the chest. Once it was gone Thistle seemed to change quickly and her eyes seemed to light up, "I didn't know you had such toys. You naughty girl you!" "I didn't have them when you were here the last time. But I kind of got them because of you, Thistle." "Really?" "Yes. I really liked how you touched me down there and deep inside. I wished I could do the same", here I held up a paw, showing off my fingers with the claws, long and sharp but unfortunately not retractable, "so I went to the temple of Lespia and asked the priestess if she could help me. I can't afford any of the magical toys, but I could afford these. She showed a number of different toys and how to use them and I managed to save up to buy a few." "And? Have you used them?" "Yes, a few times. I usually prefer to sleep with males, but I've been with a few females as well." "And you liked it?" "Mostly, some were a lot of fun, others not so much. I can't remember any that were as much fun as you, though. Alright, the priestesses and initiates of Lespia were very good." "So I guess you'll want to use the finger-glove? Want me to use the cucumber or my fingers?" "Whichever you like more. I really liked your fingers, though. When your claws are retracted they are really soft and when you suddenly touch me with the tip of the claw it puts a shiver down my spine. Lust and mixed with a little fear, it was so intoxicating." "Then I'll use my fingers. Put on the glove." I did that and she helped me tie the string around my wrist to hold it in place. "Come here." She put one arm around my neck and pulled me close. Our lips met and we kissed. She was still a good kisser, really good. But even there something was missing. That mischievous spark in her eyes, the assertiveness in her touch, the spirit with which her tongue invaded my mouth. I scooted closer until our bodies touched. We smooched for a while and then our paws slowly moved around to feel each other up. I let her set the pace. It hurt so much to see her eyes darken with fear every time I moved too fast or touched her too hard. Her paw moved from my neck to the upper body and then slowly to my hips and I followed her example with my own paw. Her fingers finally moved to the petals of my flower and began to explore them. I followed suit and then slowly pushed my fingers deeper into her as she did the same. My claws, really. It was a shame I could not feel her insides anywhere as clearly as I would have liked, but at least with the finger-glove I could explore her sex without the risk of injury. We made gentle love. Thistle was skillful, no doubt about that, but the moments of sudden panic in her eyes whenever I touched her too forcefully hurt. But I could tell that she was slowly getting better, or at least she was getting used to me. We had a lot of fun, exploring each other and sometimes ourselves and tasting our juices. We kissed, gently nibbled each other's breasts or neck and felt each other up. The longer we played, the better we understood each other, entirely without words. Sometimes we mirrored each other, at other times one of us explored the other while that one just enjoyed it. Eventually Thistle set me off and I managed to return the favor within moments. Chittering and screeching with ecstasy, we let the neighborhood share our joy. And then we stopped. "That was wonderful, Daisy. Thank you." "You were a good as well." "But I am really tired, can we go to sleep?" "Of course." I reached for the glow-stone and turned it off and gave her a last kiss, "Good night." "Good night." With that we curled up together. I covered both of us with my tail and a blanket. Thistle must have been really tired, she fell asleep within moment. It took me a bit longer to fall asleep and I had some time to think about her. Making love to her had felt good. I knew that I could have probably have had more fun with someone else, but I was glad to be with her. She really needed someone friendly and female and it had felt strange but good to be able to help her. Eventually I drifted off to sleep as well.

We made love again in the morning, but I had to get up early to help in the kitchen. Thistle insisted on helping as well to repay our kindness. To be honest, we did not really need the extra help, but I won't say that it was not welcome. And she certainly enjoyed chatting with my mother and me. After breakfast they left to talk with their colleagues at the trade guild. They returned late in the afternoon and Thistle paid for the room they had used the day before. Apparently they had been able to borrow some money for the return trip. Thistle told me that she would stay at the temple of Lespia for a few days while her two guards would ride back to collect all the gear they had left behind. Three days later they returned and spent another night at our inn. Thistle did so as well and I spent the night with her. While she was still far from healed, I could tell that she was a lot better. She was much friskier than before and we had a lot of fun. "I am glad that you are better, but I wish I could have done more, Thistle." "Never think that you did not do enough, Daisy. You helped me a lot, much more than it might seem to you. Much more than anyone could expect. Really." After breakfast we kissed goodbye and then I watched them ride away once more.