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Amethyst's Christmas Tales

December 2023

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Drowned in Cement

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Master Tigress snarled as her body dropped into the barrel, her arms and legs tied with coarse rope. Her shoulder blades burned from where her arms had been wrenched back behind her, straining too far, though it was not as if the bandits who had captured her cared about her comfort in the slightest. Through the open mouth of the barrel, the tiger blinked up at the trees rising above, a soft layer of pine needles on the ground around her barrel.

She'd never thought hunting bandits, to bring them to justice, in the forest, would ever come to such means. Though that was sometimes the problem with being a well-known protector of the land… Others were out to get you. And, sometimes, Tigress well and truly was on her own.

“Well, well, well…"

A heavy-set wolf peered down at her, his lips curling back in a rancid smear. Although he was wearing a dirty shirt, it pushed out over his gut, showing his thicker midsection, how he carried more weight about him, dirt ingrained even into his grey, almost worn fur. He did not appear, not even to her, as if he had enjoyed an easy life, though that was not for Tigress to judge.

She wasn't going to judge, no… well, the tiger wasn't going to have the ability to judge very much of anything, not anymore.

She snarled, showing her teeth in return, though a second wolf only laughed and shoved her face down, a grimy hand gripping her muzzle and shoving her head down. Her neck rang through with pain and Tigress fought her bonds, trying to get her fingers into a position where she could untie the ropes.

Yet that was never to come to be as the wolves loomed over her, towering, her captors, her tormentors.

“You'll never get away with this," she spat, twisting her mouth, trying her best to distract them, even if she could only have a few minutes' advantage there. “There'll be others looking for me, the Furious Five… Po… They'll know I'm missing!"

“Oh, no one's going to find you up here, in the mountains," one wolf laughed, one with brown fur, darker and more ruffled around his neck and bare shoulders. “Believe me… But we're going to have our fun with you first, slut, have no worry."

“Yeah… Heh-heh…heh…" The second wolf, the grey-furred one, chuckled, though it rumbled from his maw as if he was not used to laughing like that. “Fucking whore… That's all you are, wank material… And we're going to damn well show you exactly how that is!"

Tigress flinched and tried to quail into the bottom of the barrel while she picked at the rope, thankful, at the very least, for her sharp claws. Though it was no consolation in the slightest that they dragged out their cocks from their pants right in front of her, dragging down the waistband only far enough to free their rising erections.

She snarled and thrashed, rocking the barrel, though she didn't want those dicks anywhere near here, not as she knew, in the back of her mind, that her more pressing quandary was to work on the ropes. Yet they would have been expecting her to fight back too and going still and quiet, to try to unpick the knots, would have raised attention.

Like all in her life and her way of fighting, there was balance to be had and she had to bear that in mind at all times.

Keep your head, Tigress.

“Get away from me!" She hissed, showing her teeth. “You curs! You'll never take me!"

“Oh, maybe not, we want to make sure no one ever finds your body, after all," the grey wolf said, smirking with twitching lips. “But we have one last present for you."

He jerked off, his hardening cock closed within his fingers, working up and down, though Tigress tried not to focus on that. She couldn't focus on it, snapping and snarling: anything at all she could do to distract them.

It was harder to work at the ropes, however, as her eyes flicked back up to the wolves, their cocks out, heads exposed as their greedy hands worked back and forth.

“Yeah, you're going to get what's coming to you," the grey wolf grunted thickly, caught up in his own pleasure. “You deserve this, all of you. You've been bothering guys like us, trying to make a living, for too long!"

“You rob people!" She couldn't help but snap back, shocked by the audacity of the wolves, that they even entertained the notion that they were, in any way at all, doing “okay" and right by themselves. “How can you even think that?"

“Oh, it's a way of life for us… Dull cats like you," the brown-furred wolf added. “They wouldn't fucking understand. Is it setting?"

He said that to the other wolf, though Tigress did not realise what it referred to. At least, she knew it couldn't be good in the slightest.

I've got to get free.

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She worked her claw through one rope, hoping they didn't catch the hint of it snapping in the air, yet there was no escape for her and, perhaps, it was just the act of it giving her false hope.

The wolves worked their cocks over furiously, stroking up and down, though she reeled from it, wanting no part in it. She was still wearing clothes, her usual banded top and loose pants that allowed her full freedom of movement, but that didn't help her in there, her legs bound above and below the knee, greatly restricting her.

“Unff… Slut… You thought you were…unff…so fucking big and bad," the brown wolf sneered down at her. “But you're just a useless feline, aren't you? I guess the rest of the fighters…hah… They probably did all the work for you."

“Hurry up… It's going to set before we even pour it in."

She didn't bother gracing that with a response, huffing and grunting, twisting her face away as two cocks were shoved in close to her face. She tried to ignore them, hissing through her teeth, ignoring the rancid smell of the wolves, though she could not blame them for not having access to bathing facilities. It really was the least of her worries with their dicks in her face.

Yet Tigress hadn't got the ropes free as the wolves ejaculated, first the brown-furred wolf and then the grey, ropes of sticky semen splattering her face and painting her muzzle as she froze there. Horror sank into her, fingers twisting and working at the ropes with all her might, though the cum trickling down her fur distracted her, adding another marking to her face, though it was not one she had ever imagined residing there.

“Unff… Yeah, we got her now."

Tigress hissed through her teeth, though they wrenched her mouth open to make cum trickle into it. The rank, sticky slickness of it on her tongue had her reeling, hacking and gagging, forgetting about her bondage, but only for a few moments. It clung to her tongue and slithered its way around her teeth as if it had a mind of its own, rank and sinking into the back of her mouth.

But she wouldn't swallow, no, not even as they slapped her mouth closed and covered it hastily with tape, forcing her to keep their disgusting semen inside. She pushed it aside with her tongue the best she could, though there was only so much to be done there, huffing and panting through her nostrils alone.

Another rope slipped free, loosening the bondage around her as she grunted in the back of her throat. Yet the two wolves did not even both re-dressing themselves in the slightest as one grabbed a bucket of something and poured it in.

It splattered down, somehow missing her head, pooling around her legs, heavy and cloying, wet as it trickled between her toes and flattened her fur against her body.

“Unff? Mmm-hm-mmmph!"

Tigress fought, wriggling back and forth, forgetting the ropes in her fear. Even the sticky grasp of semen clinging to her face in a last tribute was not enough to distract her, for they were filling the barrel she was in with setting cement. It was not even watery in that moment, but thick and gloopy, even if it dragged her down, stopped her struggling as it worked its way up over her bound legs to her hips and waist.

“Heh… Oh, so you realise what's happening now?" The grey wolf jeered. “Look at you… So helpless… Fallen… And no one will even know you're gone. No one will miss you."

Tigress tried to snarl, but the tape pulled at her lips as she fought in the moment, heaving and panting, her chest shuddering for those last gasps of air. Yet there was nothing she could do and nowhere she could go, even the work she'd done on the ropes was no good at all considering how quickly the cement was working its way up her body. When the first bucket emptied, another was added, more slowly increasing the level of it up her body.

The outside world fell away as Tigress stared at the cement, the dull, heavy feeling around her body increasing more and more with every passing second. Tigress huffed and panted, mind racing, though she didn't want to waste her energy. She had to escape, had to find a way, yet the cement crept its way up her waist to the underside of her small breasts, which were bound neatly to her body. She'd liked the feeling of support there before, yet in that moment all it proved to be another sense of restriction.

The wolves loomed, ominous figures with their cocks still out, laughing and jeering, adding to the din in her ears. The drum of her heartbeat filled her senses as she twisted and struggled, yet the thicker cement at the base of the barrel dragged her down, made her feel like there was no way, not even then, she could twist out of the way.

This is it…

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She did not accept her fate, however, not even then, not as the cement crept over her breasts, sealing them from her view for the very last time. Tigress grunted and chuffed, fear clawing at her, the cement setting around her feet and legs. At least, that was what it felt like to her, as she couldn't move or shift in any way, squirming with her shoulders, more wet cement sloshing up around the very top of her chest and base of her neck.

“Time to go to sleep, kitty…" The wolves laughed, adding the last of the cement to the barrel. “Drown, choke… Like we fucking care how you go. You're not going to bother any of us ever again."

Tigress closed her eyes, but they snapped open again, not willing to show fear in her final moments. Not even as the last bucket of cement rose over her chin, her taped mouth and crept up, into her nostrils. Tigress spluttered through the cement, wetness splattering from her nostrils, but it slopped up over the bridge of her nose and her eyes, stinging and burning.

And then she saw no more, not even the wolves, her head covered, even her ears. She couldn't even twitch them anymore as the wolves watched her drown in cement, encased and barely able to feel her sense of her own body.

Wet cement slipped into her lungs and she huffed and gargled, muscles stilling, her tail frozen in place in the setting cement, though the life left her before the cement set fully. There was no escape for her and no world that would accept her, not after her greatest failing.

Drowned in cement, there was nowhere even for Tigress' last breath to go, forever trapped in her lungs, the cement holding her firm as the lid was slammed on top of the barrel.

No one knew of her end, but Tigress would not have wanted them to know of her humiliation anyway.