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"You know, I had been worried that all this would be more..." Crane trailed off as if he were trying to find a word that wouldn't be so cursed. He knew better than to say it was easy or quiet.

"Difficult?" Tigress had no such qualms about saying things like that. She didn't believe in luck as much as her companion did. Her eyes darted to the side at their companion. "Though it might have been harder if not for your help." She bobbed her head in a slight bow, "You have our thanks, Lord."

Lord Shen tilted his head with a smile, "It is I who should be thanking you. It is not often one has the honor of traveling with the great Masters." Oh he was pouring it on thick, but he was playing up the honored noble. Neither his family nor anyone in town has spoken of his exile. Though he had plans in the works for seeing to that. For now, he would play the role of traveling noble, seeking knowledge and enlightenment. He shifted some and rolled his head, a little tremor racing down his spine. Odd. "I am just glad that they recognized me here, so we could get close enough to unseat that despot."

Fang rolled his eyes ever so slightly as he heard these so-called Masters pat themselves on the back. The old boar general held back a quiet sigh as he lead them up onto a platform in the middle of the town square. While he was grateful that they had come to unseat the Great Tyrant, there was a general unease in the air.

"Oh my," Shen trilled quietly, "Is this what he had in store for us? Nasty." His gaze swept over the platform and large, round stockades. Placed just high enough to let the crowd see, but still within arms length of most about. A shiver raced through the peacock at the mere idea of being chained and on display like some animal. Heavens above, he would die from the shame of it.

Fang glanced over at what the peacock was looking at. A faint smile teased at the edges of his lips. "Yes," he rumbled in a low voice. "His intent was to treat you as he would any criminal. Put you on display to show his might and prowess. Allow the entire city to see the prowess of each of you in your full glory." He rolled his hand as he spoke, "Or something to that effect." Oh their scouts and Intel had told of the Masters traveling to them days ahead. His former Lord had raced to put his plan in action. More than eager to see each of the legendary and renown masters humbled. Not only had he filed the streets with heralds, but he'd had the carpenters build custom stocks for each of them.

His eyes wandered to the stocks. As set of three iron and wood devices. Round like a shield rather than plain wooden planks with holes. Each with sturdy metal cuffs fitted into the surfaces. Tigress would be in the middle. Hers was made of the finest ironwood, banded with wrought iron and carved with details about her and her training. As well as having a small mural carved to show off her prowess and might. It was the largest and sturdiest of the three. To her left would be her fellow Master, Crane. His designed to restrain wings and those long legs of his. Like his fellow, it had carvings and proclamations of his name. Lord She's was to the right of the others. His round stockade made to keep his tail lifted and fanned. Artisans had worked diligently for days to construct each of them. It was a real shame, they would be unused.

Lord Shen stepped forward and flicked his tail feathers. The flash of white was enough to draw the attention of the gathering people. General Fang cast his eyes over the peasantry as the peacock began to give some grand speech. While the bird drowned on about justice and the new order that would see to their needs, the boar's eyes wandered.

The people would be better off. For some time now they had been downtrodden and oppressed. Taxed to the very extent of what they could stand. Each and every person looked thin, dirty, ready to collapse. Yet there was something else in their eyes. Some spark that Fang could feel as well. He watched how the populous looked from the noble and Masters to the stocks and back. They weren't the only ones. Fang could feel his own gaze roaming as well.

He looked over each of the Masters. Tigress' powerful thighs and shapely rear. Cranes more agile, lithe form. Over to Shen's nobility and grace, as well as that plump backside. He has to have some strong muscles to lift that tail so easily and quickly. Fang had seen the peacock whip his tail up and around in a flash. Using it as both distraction and cover for his attacks. His thoughts wandered to just how tight that rear must be… The General shifted ever so slightly. Reached down and adjusted himself as his trousers tightened.

"Do you require help there, Sir?" the voice was low, hardly above even a whisper. He knew without looking that it was Delan, his loyal right hand. "I am certain that someone in the crowd might enjoy seeing you get relief."

Fang snorted lightly, "We both know what they would enjoy seeing." A celebration. A punishment for ignoring them so long. Revelry at being free of nobility and those above them. His lips barely moved as he spoke to the crocodile. He knew just how sharp her hearing was.

A quiet hum, "We could still give them a show. Not of the Tyrant, no putting what's left on display."

"What are you suggesting? We put some of the soldiers on stage? Would send the wrong message, not to mention the morale."

"Oh no the soldiers," Delan clicked her tongue quietly, "We do have the stage set and had promised a show." Her shoulder bumped his ever so slightly, "New era of our humble city. One leader overthrown. The invading, meddling Kung Fu Masters put on display, and a new leader marches into a new era."

He chuckled a little louder than he meant to. Tigress shot him a look, but neither Fang nor Delan moved. The boar simply smiled and inclined his head ever so lightly towards the Master. She met his gaze then turned to keep looking at the crowd. "Are you suggesting we try to take them on? Even with the element of surprise, I do not think the men would join in with us. Not after watching their ferocity in battle."

Delan sighed, "True. They are rather formidable both armed and unarmed." Her eyes swept the peacock, "That one is always armed." Fang could almost feel the thoughts churning through her scaled head. He knew what Delan would like to do to that avian's backside. "It is why I took the liberty of slipping a little something into their victory meals earlier. As well as procuring these," the motion was quick and subtle. She flashed her hand just enough for Fang to spy the rings in her palm. Leather, sturdy, with a jade ornament on them.

Fang knew what they were immediately. His former employer had a knack for the mystical arts. Those rings looked loose, but as soon as they were on a manhood, the leather strips would tighten up and the jade would go to work. He'd been told they would instantly bring a male to the very cusp of an orgasm, and hold them there. It would build and build yet not allow a release. He also knew there was a matching plug for Tigress.

"A little something?" he questioned. Delan just inclined her head ever so slightly. Now that he looked, he could see Crane shifting a little uneasily. The Master's pants having a rather obvious bulge that he was trying to hide. As Shen spoke and his tail fanned, the boar could see a similar sort of distraction within his undergarments. While he couldn't see such a sign on Tigress, he knew she had to be in a similar situation. If Delan said she'd given them something, than he knew it was a fact. Though as he watched, the two Masters and the Lord swayed a little. Why if he perked his ears, he could hear a slight slurring of Shen’s voice. Something getting more prominent by the moment.

Another look at his second in command. Delan flashed a toothy smile and inclined her head ever so slightly. Fang finally took note of the guards that had come with them to the platform. Each had a hungry look in their eyes and had roughly arranged themselves into groups. It was subtle, slow, and carefully done. The only way he knew they were waiting was how they arranged themselves. With those subtle little gaps in the ranks.

A smile curled over his lips and Fang turned his hand outward ever so slightly. He didn't even have to say a word and Delan was pushing the ring into his fingers. She stepped back, falling into place as the Masters turned and began to walk off stage. Guards flanking them from all sides as if to escort them.

Oh Shen was excited, but that was hardly anything new. Addressing the peasants and talking of his own greatness was always thrilling. Plus he'd managed to sneak in a couple good looks at Crane. Mm, the things he would do to that Master if he had the chance. It had been easy enough to let his mind wander as he gave some speech. Though where it wandered was somewhere rather distracting. So he wrapped up the speech and ushered the others off. He felt strange as he walked down the stairs. Glancing ahead at Tigress and Crane, then at the guards that flanked them.

Before he could think too long on the number of guards, or how close they were pressing, they struck. Hands came at him from all sides, grabbing at his wings, his clothes, undergarments, and then pulled. Air hit his bared cock with almost stomach-wrenching chill. Shen’s tapered cock twitched as it stood so proudly bared. The peacock barely had second to squawk in alarm before a hand wrapped around his exposed cock and lifted. The shock was enough to knock the breath from him. Not every day someone used your cock to pick you off the ground. Shen's feet kicked at the air, mind reeling. His attacker picked him up and slipped something onto his cock. “What the!" was all he got being swung through the air and slammed to the ground. As the air rushed from his lungs, the ring tightened with an almost audible snap.

His entire world went white as the jade did something to him. Everything slowed to a crawl as the sensation of pure pleasure surged up his spine. It felt as if the most succulent hole, the most skilled mouth, was playing with him. Lavishing every inch of his length with attention. The feeling, the sensations, it was all too much! He was going to erupt before his feathers even settled from being dropped. It was such tortuous pleasure, made worse by how his mind seemed to register ever detail yet his body couldn't keep up.

Yet with all that, he could feel them. Eyes. Dozens, hundreds of eyes on him. The presence of those filthy peasants pressed at him from all sides. They were staring at his naked frame, gawking at his pristine magnificence. Shame burned through the peacock far faster than even pleasure dared travel. Here he was, a proud peacock writhing like some whore on the ground. Cock twitching and spraying his own body with his precum. Staining his feathers with his shame! All while pleasure continued to build through his loins until he was ready to spill his essence.

Just as his noble girth was starting to twitch with release, the sensations ended. Shen felt himself start to cry out as time came rushing back at him. The peacock gasped, head rolling as he staggered to his feet. He stumbled into arms and felt the guards lift him. His head swung drunkenly towards his companions.

Crane was in the same boat as he was. One guard held him about the neck and grapple one thigh. The other was tossing Crane's pants into the crowd, his other hand holding the ring in place. Crane's beak hung open and his eyes seem vacant for a moment. His, rather impressive, length trembling in the air as precum drooled from the tip. Crane’s thicker cock twitched, veins pulsing along the length. A low roar built in the crowd. Their cheers crashed down upon them, disgusting Shen and making Crane’s eyes go wide.

Tigress was putting up more of a fight. The striped feline kicked and swung, a dozen or more guards pushing and ranging in and out around her. Fabric ripped and clothing was tossed over their heads as the crew stripped her down. Shen caught sight of a jade plug being passed around and knew the fight would be lost when it was inserted.

Sure enough, Tigress drove the guards back with a series of blows. Leapt high and spun into a kick. One guard managed to grab her leg as it impacted. Another practically dove between her legs and…

" AhhHHNNGGH!" the entire pile went down in a heap. A striped tail lashing, powerful leg kicking, and a half-dozen guards groaning and nursing wounds. Tigress in a similar boat as the other two. Her body writhing as a jade plug sparkled in the light. Her feminine juices squirting around the shape of it as powerful legs trembled with magical delight.

The guards moved quickly to restrain them. Shen and Crane were easy enough, they had convenient handles to grab and yank them around with. Tigress fought still, but she was little more than a panting kitten at this point. Each were hauled up to the stage they'd been on seconds before. Those round stocks opened up and each one of them unceremoniously thrown in. Shen and Crane were easier to restrain. Thick ropes lashed about their ankles and pulled their legs apart. Leather-wrapped metal bands clamped about their waists as the stocks were slammed down. Shen could feel hands gathering up his tail feathers, lift, and strap them up as well. Leaving his feathers arranged in a rather proud display that overlapped with Tigress' area.

Ah, and Tigress. They had deemed her the most dangerous of the trio. Where Shen and Crane's feet were allowed to linger behind. Tigress had been secured in a semi-kneeling position. Thighs tucked alongside her body. Legs out in front, then bent back so her feet could stick through on the same side as her rear. Her arms had been brought back as well, wrists cuffed and hands sticking through the wood as well. Which left her front arched and posed, bared to the crowd as the guards moved in with the last bit of restraint. A thick rope gag that was shoved between gnashing teeth and tied into a knot behind her head.

With all three on display, the crowd cheered in delight and erupted into applause. The General leapt onto the stage and held his hands up, " Citizens! Hear me!" The applause died down and the boar's voice echoed across the market. "Our Lord, the Grand Tyrant, has fallen. No longer will his boots crush us into the dirt while he profits off your labors! He has been felled by these… Masters." There was a mocking tone to his voice that brought a ripple of laughter through the crowd. "Martial arts experts and self-made Peacekeepers. Where were they for the many seasons we suffered? All the time I and my loyal few worked our way up through the ranks. Snuck out food, medicine, and aid to each of you?" A ripple of boos rolled through the crowd. "I invite each of you to come forward. To feel them," his hand came down on Tigress' ass with a crack that echoed over the crowd. She leapt, yowling into the gag, but his fingers tightened their grip. Spreading her cheeks to show off the damp fur and dipping, plugged pussy. "And to bask in the glory of these so-called Masters of the Martial arts." His hand came down on Cranes rump, the avian squawking as his entire body jerked. "Give them your gratitude and thanks. Come morning, we will send them on their way and I will take my place among a council to lead you to a better tomorrow!"

The crowd erupted in cheers as Fang stepped away. Each of the bound captives began to rotate slowly. Their stocks set on a platform that allowed them to spin at a sedate pace. Letting them watch as the crowd gathered close. One person reared back and threw an egg that crashed off the wood near She's head, showering him with the foul muck within. He jerked his head to the side and hissed. Grinding his beak as a peasant leapt towards him. Landing a slap that sent him reeling to the side. Stars dancing before his eyes as he gasped and blinked.

Over the next few minutes, the three were pelted with less-than fresh eggs; produce that had seen better days; insults; and worse. Shen bore what he could with silence and glares. He remembered each person that threw something at him. Taking note of them so he could get his payback later. After what he had done to the pandas, what would a few more civilians be? Especially the ones with those cabbages. Heavens above he hated the cabbages! Their leafy green, horrid smelling vegetation just covered him.

Worse than the foul cabbages were the touches. The grabs. How their hands traced over his cock and sent gut-wrenching jolts through him. The shame of it all! He wrenched away as one hand grabbed his cock and stroked from base to tip. Coaxing a hearty dollop of precum from him. The person laughed and tightened their hold on his cock. Using it to set him spinning faster. Shen squawked out some curse, but his attacker was waiting on him. Their pre-covered hand met him in another slap. This one hard enough to make his ears ring and head spin. He could smell his own excitement across his face. Gut wrenching with the indignation of it all. Just as he went to shake his head, someone shouted. “My Lord, you are filthy. Let me get that for you!” before hurling a bucket of icy water at him. Gales of laughter erupted from the crowd as he coughed and sputtered. Shaking his head just in time for a tomato to crash off the wood and spray him. Horrid, awful, wretched PEASANTS!

Tigress bit down on the rope as some villager, a launderer by the looks of their garb, hopped up onto the platform with her. While a guard grabbed on the gag and pulled her front up, the sheep moved closer. “Graw, she’s got a lot doesn’t she?” Fingers swept over Tigress’ front until the fingers found a nipple. The crowd laughed as the fingers pinched and rolled her teat harshly. It will pass, focus on something else. Except she couldn’t. Someone had given her something, she could feel it thrumming in her. Drawing her attention to each touch. Her teeth dug into the rope as the launderer pulled at her teat. Bringing it to hardness in seconds. All before a wooden clothespin was expertly clamped onto her flesh. The Master felt the sting, felt fibers digging into her lip. She tried to hold back the yelp, releasing it as a shaking groan as she breathed out.

Feel, pinch, pull, twist, Clamp! Tigress’ eyes watered as that agony shot through her. Not only the pain of the clamp, but of betrayal. Which blended with the pleasure from that blasted plug in ways that left her beyond words. Pinch, clamp! She jerked and snarled, but a fist caught her head from one side. An overripe peach caught her between the eyes and made her reel. Juices pouring over her face and running down her back. TWIST, CLAMP! “Five!” cheered the guards, the crowd mirroring their calls. Once they had enough to work with, the sheep began to wind twine about the end of the clip, linking it to the others in a lattice web. All before they went searching for another teat.

Crane’s head jolted one way then the other. His breathing was fast, more pants than anything else. He was knocked completely off rhythm. His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. How could they do this, how could this happen? Worse, how in the heavens was he this turned on? Every time the wind so much as whispered past his cock, he couldn’t help but writhe. Which only brought laughter from the crowds. Hands reached up to grab his cock, touch it, caress it. Why were they doing this? He and the others had come to save them. What was happening. Betrayal mixed with shame, especially as they kept groping and grabbing him. He wrenched his head back and whined. Though he threw it back a little too hard. Skull cracking off the wood hard enough the he saw sparks. The bird ducked forward and panted. Vision reeling as someone threw cold water in his face.

That was enough to bring him to his senses again. Sputtering as he came up and shook his head. “Why?” he wailed at the crowd. Which made them laugh at him and throw the question back. Chanting it, trying to mimic his squawk and exaggerating it worse. His bill clapped as he rolled his head, “No… Stop it. Stop!” But they wouldn’t, the entire crowd was in on it now. Their voices pressing him down, bending his honor under the weight of their mockery and humiliation.

He heard someone spit into their hands before slick fingers ran up and down his the smooth underside of his length. That made him whine and jerk, trying to get away. “Wh, HEY! STOP!” he cried out. Breath picking up again as every bit of his focus shifted to the touch. He could feel his resolve crumbling as he tried to pull away. His hips could only go so far though. Ropes creaked as he bounced off the boards before accidentally thrusting into their hands.

“Oi, he’s enjoying it!” came a laugh.

“I’ve got something for him, then!” Crane tried to twist around as he heard someone get pulled onto the platform. Laughter rippled through the crowds as the person started to do something. Then a quiet silence and muttered questions.

Shen watched with horror and a little bit of fascination as some vendor hollowed a hole into a shaddock and drove Crane’s cock into it. The pale green fruit split, juices squirting out around the tapered length as it drove clean through the pulpy flesh. Crane squawked and tried to kick, but the vendor kept one hand on the stocks while the other slammed the fruit up and down over the avian’s cock. Just as the other avian was starting to rotate away, a guard reached to loosen the cock ring. Which meant that Shen got a full view of Crane’s face as the Master jerked. Eyes rolling back in his head as his beak fell open with a, “Ahh… Ahh!… AHHH!” as his entire frame jostled and the crowd erupted into laughter and applause.

In any other situation, Crane’s O-face would have been a delight. Now Shen could only feel horror boiling in his core. Crane’s eyes rolled in his head as that once-proud neck swung around. Bill scraping the ground as the master was spun around. Shen watched as the vendor hold up the messy, ruined fruit in triumph. He just caught sight of a guard claiming the cum-filled shaddock before shoving the hole over Crane’s beak. Cutting his noises off into whimpers as a mix of juice and cum drizzled down his beak. Though he saw as the Master’s head dropped and that hopeful shine left his eyes. Crane’s entire body shaking with the humiliation and betrayal. Every muscle going limp as if he were a puppet with the strings cut.

Lord Shen ground his beak and adopted his most regal look. Putting on his best, strongest face. He wasn’t going to let them know how it bothered him. Even as his hips twitched at the touches to his cock. His beak ground in disgust and shame. Each stroke pure lightning that surged up his spine and threatened to overwhelm him. Only a lifetime of training and courtly manners kept him looking as regal as possible. Though he could feel the cracks already. Every brush, each touch wore at him faster than it should have. He wanted to scream, but his head was pounding.

His eyes flicked over as Crane came into view again. The Master’s head hung low, that shaddock sliding off his beak slowly. Poor Crane, Shen thought as someone shoved the creamed fruit back up. Expert in the air and at his art, but so fragile in other ways. Tigress will likely be able to hold on. Not as long as myself, of course. I doubt they’ll find a way to break me.

As if hearing his thoughts, fingers splayed against his rear a breath before a tongue pressed underneath his feathers. Surprised jolted through the peacock. The tongue played across his pucker before pushing in a little. A slick, smooth hand came up to grip his cock. Stroking up and down over his length, giving him something to buck into. There was no stopping it. Between the ring and whatever they had dosed him with, he couldn’t stop his hips. Tail feathers jostled as the person chuckled against his rear. Tongue and hand working in concert, pushing Shen to higher places. I can’t, not here, not in front of the commoners! He wanted to wail, but his brain felt like it was misfiring.

The grip on his cock shifted, reversing how it was to change up the pressure on his length. He ground his beak and let his eyes start to tick backwards. Oh they are very good… Shen felt his head swimming. Groaning low in his throat. Smooth as could be, his partner grabbed the ring and pulled down.

The dams broke with enough force that Shen actually went cross-eyed. Any other time, he would have bit back the call. Kept himself proud and regal. Now? He let out a squawking honk as his tail feathers jostled and shook. His plumage rattled overhead as he came with explosive force. Even the noble lord couldn’t fight the feeling. It felt as it every feather on his body was vibrating with raw need. As his cock twitched and he came, he could almost feel his pride draining out of him. Every thought and bit of haughtiness poured out of his cock. Spilling out as the crowd went wild. Lord Shen’s beak hung open and his body shook as he let out a shamed sob. Mind starting to crumble as his pride tore him down.

His partner snapped the ring back on mid-twitch. That made Shen wheeze mid-sob. His balls seized mid-clench and a painful need shot up his body. Right on the heels of his climax, pleasure began to build again. Whatever magics were in the ring forced his aching body to ready itself again. He rolled his eyes and whimpered, vision swimming in and out as his mind drifted. Barely clinging to consciousness.

“A toast!” Delan called out. She stepped around Shen’s stockade with a fine bronze bowl. “To our saviors! Of course only the finest vintage for the Noble Lord Shen himself.” The crocodile stepped around and struck a pose. The crowd erupted as she tipped the bowl over. Shen’s own, thick seed began to drip and drizzle over his head. The peacock tried to wrench away. Delan was too fast though, keeping up with his writhing and fighting. Drizzling his own spunk across his head and beak. All before bringing the cup down to rest like a perverse hat atop his head. The vessel large enough to rest easily atop his head. Shen’s own excitement serving to help it stay there.

Tigress caught glimpses of her companions as she was rotated. Crane, her long time friend and companion, hung his head in shame. A blank look in his eyes already. Shen had held on longer, but she saw what a mess they’d made of him now. While she couldn’t see his face, she could only imagine what it had done to his ego to be in this situation.

As for her? Her stomach and back ached with the position she was forced to hold. The lattice they’d woven between those clips forced her to lean back. If she sank forward, the cords would tighten and pull painfully at her teats. She couldn’t drive herself forward and be free of them. They’d given her that much leeway. Relief only came as she leaned back, and even then it was only a lessening of the pain. This might make a fine training, under different circumstances. She growled at the peasants below. Teeth digging further into the rope gag.

Her looks and noises didn’t drive them off. In fact, it only seemed to encourage them. Someone had removed that blasted plug from her mere moments ago. Now fingers probed her most sacred of places. Grabbing at her thighs, pinching her outer fields, even diving into her depths. Even without the jade plug in place to tease her, Tigress felt a low rumble starting in her core. The steady building storm that would signal a climax. She tried to block it out, to think of anything else. No matter how she tried to wrench her mind away, something kept pulling her back. Nose wrinkled as she snarled and wrenched. Metal and wood creaking as she fought with every fiber of her being. Trying to deny that pleasure that was already surging through her.

Fingers dove into her body, hooked, and drew back. Rough finger pads found some spot within her that made the tiger leap and snarl. Thrashing, then whipping about stronger as the cords tightened and yanked at her tender teats. Tigress gasped as lights flashed behind her eyes. An eruption of pain and pleasure that exploded across her senses like fireworks.

More fingers joined the fray. Pushing deep, drumming, pulling back, and each searching out that spot within her. Hammering her g-spot in a rapid assault. After the jade plug, and the drugs? Tigress felt her eyes start to cross as well. Groaning low in her throat. The noise dragging around her throat and chest, trapped between a growl and a gasp. Her body clenched at the fingers. Thighs shaking within the bonds as her eyes rolled back. Jaw muscles tightened and rippled as the tiger groaned. Body twitching, pushing, rocking back into the fingers steadily. “Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!” the crowd began to chant, her attacker matching their pace. Palm clapping off her pussy with each dive, hook, and pull back.

“Come on,” someone snarled. “Let’s hear it.” Their free hand snapped up and clapped off her rear with a crack that echoed across the crowd’s chanting.

The stinging impact made her eyes water. Tigress jolted and bit down, sheering the gag. “GRAAAH!” she cried out then mewled like a kitten. Thighs quaking as she came harder than she had in years. Squirting around the invading fingers with enough force that the crowd let out a surprised call and she heard people backing up. Her assaulter said something she couldn’t make out over the roar in her own head. Their hand clapped off her other ass cheek, undoubtedly leaving a hand print. All while they continued to finger her faster, harder. Digits squelching inside her dripping cunt as they worked her straight from one peak into another. Pleasure wore at pride faster than anything else. Especially with the skilled touch of whoever was behind her. Her cheeks burned hotter than a forge as her body thrashed. Fighting weakly.

All while the crowds began to chant, “Mew Kitten, MEW!” Tigress gasped, tongue hanging from her mouth as she panted. Each gasp breaking out as she tried to resist their chants. Fought to keep that last shred of dignity that she had. Struggled with all her might…

“MEWL!” she yowled again as someone pinched her clitoris and twisted. Thighs shaking weakly as she hit another peak. Thrashing and jerking to try and get away from the hands. Head dropped, then wrenched up with another, “MEOW!” as the cords jerked at her aching nipples.

Fang chuckled as he watched the citizens and guards taking turns touching, mocking, and ‘praising’ the trio. “Think they’ll last the night?”

Delan rolled her shoulders in a shrug, “Does it matter?” She caught his look and sighed. “I will ensure they are fed, watered, and cleaned. They will be allowed enough rest to make it through. Though come morning, they will be so out of it, I am willing to wager that I’ll be able to lie to them. Convince them it was all a dream. Something brought on by a night of…” she paused as Shen let out a peacock cry as someone crammed a vegetable up his rear. Watching with delight as they twisted it around. His cock twitching and adding to the bowl. Filling it with another load to be dumped over his head. She smirked, “overindulgence.”

The boar chuckled, “Remind me to never get on your bad side.”

The crocodile clapped her jaws in a laugh, “Please, we both know where we stand with each other. Hard to find a good ally you can trust. Besides, you’re less fun to break.” She flashed a rather toothy grin before looking at the Masters with a sigh. “I did expect them to last at least an hour. Shame.”

“Mmm, yes. Shame.”