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Welcome, and thanks for taking an interest in my story. The Castle of Destiny's Gate is a yiffy story series containing primarily BDSM type sex, and contains lots of NC sex of a gay, lesbian and straight nature. So, if you do not enjoy or are opposed by these kinds of things, that is your opinion and I simply ask that you not read it. Or if you are not of a legal age in your country, state, territory or county, do not read it. If you still want to, or if you find these enjoyable, then by all means, read on.

~ Arturius

The Castle of Destiny's Gate

Chapter 2- Darkness and Despair

Darkness... Robert's world was utter darkness as he lay where he was.

Where was he? He groaned as he tried to remember. A party, hung-over? No... for one thing, his head wasn't pounding, he was just tired. He shifted to push himself onto his hands and knees. The floor was rough, lukewarm concrete. Finally, the gray cat opened his eyes... and then rubbed them, making sure he had indeed opened them, and removing the gunk that had formed on his eyelids.

Darkness greeted his opened eyes. Pure, utter pitch black. He sighed and sat back, thinking. Where was he?

Then he remembered. He and his sister Alex had been trying to hack the financial accounts of the Castle, the large BDSM-based pleasure palace on their planet. They had even succeeded, but something had gone wrong... guards had swarmed where he was, and had tackled him to the ground. Then they had pressed something into his neck, and the next thing he knew was...

Darkness... the dark, endless darkness that now surrounded him.

"Am I dead?" he wondered aloud to himself. No... the floor felt very real...

Robert began to crawl forward slowly, using his hands to feel his way in front of him until he hit the wall. From there he used his hands to guide him along the wall, searching and exploring.

The room, it turned out, was small, probably twelve feet by twelve feet. There was a hole in the floor in one corner just large enough for him to put his hand in it, but it was covered by an iron grate. There was also a steel door in the center of one room, but there was no handle, knob, bar or keypad for him to open it with. Other than that...

"Nothing... there is absolutely nothing in here." Robert said to himself. And it was true. No bed, cot, sheets or pillow, no light switch, no window. The room was absolutely bare. Even he was bare, as all of his clothes were missing; every piece of cloth, every piece of jewelry, all gone.

He sat there, and he began to wonder about his sister. Where was she? Was she in a room like his? Was she safe? Was she even alive? The fifteen-year-old cat fidgeted as he began to worry about his elder sibling.

Finally, he jumped up to his feet, and then felt his way to the door, whereupon he began to pound on it.

"Let me out! LET ME OUT! I want to see my sister! God damn it, LET ME OUT OF HERE, MOTHER FUCKERS!" He bellowed, pounding on the door with his fists. He pounded and kicked for a good long while. How long, he did not know, for there was no way to tell time in the blackness of the room.

Eventually he sat back down, shoulders slumped where he sat in front of the door. He hung his head, and he began to trace circles in the floor in boredom, exhausted. It was then he realized that he was hungry. And thirsty enough to drink an ocean. After a long, while, then, a slit opened in the steel door in front of him, the sudden incursion of light blinding him. He winced and held up a hand, trying to shield his eyes yet see at the same time. A plastic tray slid in through the door. On it was a sandwich and a large plastic cup with water in it.

"Eat and drink that, then slide it back out when you're done." A deep, rumbling voice said.

Robert looked at the tray curiously, and then went over to it. He examined the sandwich suspiciously for a bit, checking to make sure nothing weird was on it. It seemed fine, and when he was satisfied, he began to eat it.

The genetic modification of Beast-people created mostly aesthetic differences, but all were omnivorous, regardless of species of Furry, due to their human origins. Some did have teeth and tongues meant for carnivorous or herbivorous diets, and some adopted such diets for the sake of being closer to the animal they were, but all could digest all foods the same as humans. Thus was the case with the cat chomping down on the lettuce and bread of the sandwich with gusto.

When he was finished, he downed the water, taking his time with it. When he was done, though, he sat there, holding onto the tray and standing up.

"Put the tray and cup back through the door," the voice commanded.

"Fuck you! I want to see my sister!" Robert shouted at the door.

The door immediately opened up, and in stepped a large, muscular bear Furry. He wore the security uniform of the Castle, and was brown. He stood about three feet taller than Robert, and about a foot and a half broader, too.

"Give me the damn tray, bitch-boy." The bear said again calmly, though there was a tone in his voice that wormed Robert that he was not afraid to get violent.

"FUCK YOU!" Robert bellowed again, and he ran at the bear, swinging the tray at the guard's head.

The tray hit... and just sat there, the bear unfazed. The gray feline saw the bear lift his arm up and back, saw the fist forming in his hand...

And then he opened his eyes, darkness around him once again, and now his face aching. More than likely, he reasoned, from when the bear punched him.

Robert sat there for a good long while, holding onto the part of his face that was swollen and aching from the blow.

"Not the smartest thing I've ever done..." He finally said to himself. He had to say it, the silence was mind-numbingly boring.

Robert had no clue how long he was in there after that. The time between meals (which he now obeyed when he was instructed to return the tray) was irregular (though he couldn't tell for sure, as the act of trying to count each time was so long he would give up). All he did was sleep and eat, and when he couldn't sleep, he would walk around his dark prison, searching the room as if every time he woke up there would be something new for him, desperately needed something to do. He had come to use the grate in the corner for taking care of his personal business, which he guessed was its purpose after the first time he had needed it.

Perhaps it was only a few days. Perhaps a few weeks. Perhaps even a month. Robert couldn't tell anymore in his unchanging personal hell, but one day, the door opened once more, the first time since the guard had come in to retrieve the tray. Again it was the guard. He stood there in the doorway, then tossed something towards Robert, and held something else in his other hand.

"Put that on, cat. The chief wants to see you. If you won't put it on yourself, I'll put it on for you," the bear said.

Robert picked up the object and looked at it. It was a thick collar, completely metallic, with a few thick blocks around it in even intervals, six in all. There were also a few loops protruding from these blocks. It looked just large enough to put around his neck.

The cat gave the bear a hateful glare, but he slipped it on his neck anyway, latching it. The bear pressed something on the other device in his hand, which must have been a control, as he suddenly felt something shift on his neck, and realized the collar was now locked onto his neck.

"You will get on your knees and put your hands behind your back. The collar is electric, and I will zap you if you disobey. Do it now."

Robert had pretty much assumed that would be the case with the collar; the cat wasn't stupid, after all. He did as he was told, clasping his hands behind back his. The guard came forward and attached a lead to one of the rings on the front of his collar, and went to the door, tugging on the least. Robert stood up and began to walk, but went rigid and cried out in pain and alarm as he suddenly felt his muscles tense, and electricity course through his muscles. He fell to his knees, supporting himself up on his hands as he tried to catch his breath.

"You will crawl on all fours. Animals do not walk on two legs."

"Ugh..." Robert gasped, placing a foot back down on the hard floor, "Fuh... fuck you!"

The bear said nothing only pressed the button again. This time the gray feline did not cry out, although he did fall onto his side, tense and twitching from the electric shock.

"And you will address me as Mr. Malloy. Now, crawl."

Robert groaned and rolled over onto his stomach when he finally had regained some strength, and did as he was instructed, grinding his teeth the whole time as he entertained mental images of him placing the collar up the bear's ass and activating it. He crawled on his hands and knees behind the bear, who walked just fast enough so that Robert had to move quickly to keep the leash from tugging him to the ground.

The hallway was the same bland, rough concrete as the cell, though there were some pipes and tubes in the corner of the wall and ceiling for electric lines, water, etc, as well as lights to make sure every part of the hall was lit. They turned down one corner near the end of the hall, right past an elevator and into another room.

Inside the room was a single room adorned with dozens of tables, shelves, racks, cabinets and benches, all stocked with every toy and implement of pleasurable torture imaginable, as well as multiple versions of virtually every type of sexual machine and furniture invented. There were fucking machines, crosses of Saint Andrew, horses, racks, stocks, suspenders, shackles, and in one corner there was a big glass tank that Robert, with fear suddenly gripping his heart, was a tentacle tank, invented about fifty years ago, it used synthetic materials to create a semi-biological mass of tentacles use for those who had a fetish for being taken in every imaginable orifice by such tendrils. They were highly expensive, and only top grade pleasure palaces like the Castle could afford them. Robert began silently praying to whatever deity would listen that he wasn't going to be stuck in there.

The bear tied the leash to a post that was sticking somewhere near the middle of the room, then went to a cabinet and opened it up. He pulled out a small box, which he set on a table near the cat, and opened it. Inside were four thick, curved black cylinders with glowing neon lights along it (more than likely for aesthetics), and two ring-shaped ones, one big, the other small. The bear then applied them to Robert's wrist, ankles, tail and waist. He untied the cat, and then pressed a button on the case the devices were in.

The cat heard the devices begin to hum gently, then they lurched of their own accord, taking his arms with them as they rose upward and outward lifting him up to his feet, and then off of the ground. When they stopped moving, he was suspended about half a foot off of the floor, his arms and legs spread out to turn his body into an X floating in the middle of the room, with his tail up by his head.

The bear said nothing else after that, but left, shutting the door behind him. Robert tried to look around, but nothing else other than what he had seen initially came to view.

Not long after the bear left, the door opened again, and two figures walked in. One was a light purple dragon with blonde hair and small horns, wearing nothing but a pair of pants. Both of his nipples were pierced. The other was a tall otter female, though she was utterly flat-chested, even though she looked to be around his age. She wore a black trench coat (which had been seeing a comeback into fashion in recent months), though it was open to reveal a tight, bright-green tube-top and a bright-blue miniskirt. She also had thigh-high rainbow stockings and white sneakers which had been colored on with various artistic coloring tools for another rainbow of colors. The hair on her head, too, was a rainbow of glowing colors (the result of a new type of hair dye that actually caused the dyed hair to glow in the dark), being spiked and short, as well as glowing rings which constantly shifted color on her wrists, fingers and ears. Robert recognized it as the fashion called ‘Psychout', a predecessor of the ‘raver' type of look, which had actually thrived and become immensely popular around the 2400s and 3980s, to the point where even world leaders and politicians displayed some pieces of bright-colored jewelry, and still remained quite popular.

"Welcome to the dungeon," the dragon said, fishing a computer from his pocket and setting it on the table, opening it up. "This is the personal holding cells and training area for Miss Bella Staint-Crux's pets. Miss Bella is unhappy with you."

"Yeah, I get that a lot." Robert said, glaring.

"Hmm, I think we have to teach kitty not to speak when his betters are speaking, master Myx." The otter said to the dragon, sitting on a bench and crossing her legs.

"Don't worry, Punkadoo. He'll be taught manners eventually." Myx said, stroking the otter's hair before turning his attention to the gray-furred teenager.

"We don't like thieves in the Castle. And normally, we hand over trouble-makers to the police. But... Miss Saint-Crux has something else planned for you. You cost her quite a bit of money just fixing the records you tampered with to get her stolen property back. So Miss Saint-Crux has decided to take it out of you and your sister. You are now the property of Miss Saint-Crux."

Robert listened to the dragon, his hands balling into fists as he heard this. This was illegal! Sure, so was hacking and theft, but this was kidnapping and slavery! Slavery was universally outlawed across colonized space! This was a whole other grade of legally and ethically wrong!

"You tell that bitch that I'll kill her the first moment I see her! Me and my sister both ain't some weird woman's- AUGH!"

Robert had been cut off by the collar around his neck being activated, more intense this time. He shook violently in the hovering shackles that held him, but the shackles remained firmly where they hovered, as if they were physically attached to something. When the shock subsided, Robert's head hung low, and he panted for breath.

"You will address her as ‘Mistress Saint-Crux', at all times unless you are instructed by Miss Saint-Crux herself to do otherwise. The only ones who may call her by her name Bella are I, Punkadoo, and Zabina." The dragon said calmly, holding the remote to the collar in his hand as he watched the cat.

"F-fine..." Robert gasped. The shock had been much more intense. The electricity had gone through every part of him, and even though it was declining now, it had tensed his muscles enough so that it had given Robert the most powerful erection he had ever had in his life. "Tell Mistress Saint-Crux to go to Hell."

Again, the electricity hit him, this time not as intense, but still worse than anything the bear had ever done to him. When it subsided, his cock was back to it's peak length again.

"And you will show respect to Mistress Saint-Crux at all times, even when she is not present."

"Oh my... I will say, Miss Bella does have good taste in pets," Punkadoo said, standing up and walking over to the feline. She was tall while he was short, but with the extra height from being suspended, the otter was eye-level with Robert. She pressed her front against him, pressing his cock between their stomachs as she rubbed against him.

"You like him, my little otter-slut?" the dragon asked, smiling as he rubbed his chin.

"Oh yeah. He's a bit too strong-willed for my tastes, but physically... I think this cat is quite handsome."

Robert blushed as the otter pressed against him, every part of his brain focusing on the fact that her belly-fur was rubbing against the underside of his member. She continued to rub against him, up and down and side to side, nipping at his neck and chest all the while. Robert turned his head to the side and tried to think of something else, but the otter took his head in her hands and forced him to face her, then planted a deep kiss on the cat's lips. The cat's eyes widened a bit, and he blushed deeply as her tongue invaded his mouth, running along his tongue before she pulled away.

"Oh my," she said, using her fingers to part some of the fur on Robert's cheek to look at the skin underneath more clearly, "look at the blush on you. Let me guess..." she leaned in and ran her tongue along his ear before whispering, "First kiss?"

The look on his face was enough to tell her just that, and the otter smiled, pressing even closer to the feline.

"Oh-ho! And if that was your first kiss, then I guess no one has ever done this."

The otter had reached down and grasped Robert's cock tightly, moving her hand back, and then forward, at a torturous slow pace, smirking at her hapless victim's expression, a look that shows he did not want to do this and he resented being forced into this, and yet guilty pleasure at enjoying the rubbing, kissing and grabbing.

The otter then stepped back, giving Robert another lick along his lips before looking back at the dragon.

"Hmm, shall I fuck him now, master?" the otter asked.

"Yes you may, my pet," The dragon smiled and lifted up the controls to the restraints, which moved around in the air and brought Robert to hang close to the ground, his arms out to the sides with his legs spread down and slightly outward like he was on his knees, with the belt keeping his rear and midriff in roughly the same place in the air, tail raised straight into the air above him. The motion brought Robert's face towards Punkadoo's crotch, where...

"UGH, FUCK! YOU'RE A DUDE!? YOU SICK, GAY FUCK!" Robert yelled, spitting and making noises of disgust. There from partially underneath the miniskirt the otter wore was a large bulge, hinting that the flat-chested female was, in fact, NOT a female.

"Aw, you're no fun." Punkadoo pouted at Robert, putting a hand on his hip, "But you'll learn not to bias on gender, little kitty." He then put his hand on the back of Robert's neck and walked slowly behind him, letting his nails drag along the cat's spine as he did.

Myx had gotten up the moment Robert had begun to protest and yell threats at the otter, and forced a ball-gag into the cat's mouth, strapping it around his head after a brief struggle from the gray-furred feline. Soon Punkadoo had lifted his skirt completely, letting his pierced cock rest on the crack of Robert's ask. The otter giggled a bit, and rubbed his cock up and down along the fur on the other teen's ass.

After a bit of dry humping like that, Myx tossed a plaster cylinder towards Punkadoo, who caught it and squeezed some into his hand. Then, to Robert's growing horror, Punkadoo began to rub the warm gel onto his tail-hole. The otter even poked his fingers inside a little, making sure to lube-up the inside before applying some onto his cock. Then, without warning, the feminine otter stuffed his cock into the cat's tight, virgin tail hole.

Robert lifted his head and tried to scream, but the gag in his mouth muffled it and made it a rather loud, prolonged whimper. The cat tried to shake and kick and punch, but the floating restraints held him firmly in place as Punkadoo continued to violate the gray cat, moving slowly as he pumped back and forth. At first the penetration was light, then, slowly, the otter pushed his cock in all the way to the hilt inside of the cat, who continued to whimper, and hung his head low.

Punkadoo was quite talented (though the piercings helped as well), and he pounded on Robert's prostate each time, sending wave after wave of pleasure- pleasure which Robert loathed as he was raped- coursing through his system, making sure his cock continued to dangle at its full length. The otter leaned across Robert and licked his ears every now and again, reaching around and giving the cat's cock a few tugs now and again, enticing moans from the feline each time.

Myx, meanwhile, simply sat back and watched intently, reaching up and playing with the piercings on his nipples as he watched his pet rape the would-be thief. He pulled down his drawers, revealing his own cock, and he began to jerk off in front of the two of them. This, apparently, pleased Punkadoo, who picked up the pace and began to pound into Robert faster and harder, his technique now something halfway between a rut and a skilled fucking.

This continued for several minutes, before Punkadoo finally came, grabbing onto Robert's ass with both hands tightly as he pushed himself all the way in, shooting his load into the other male's ass. Robert, at this point, has given up on trying to resist, simply hanging there as tears ran down his cheek and he bit down on the gag, trying his best to shut out what was happening to him, but of course, nothing could tune out the constant rhythmic pounding. He opened his eyes, however, as he felt his hair grabbed and his head lurched up, then let out a muffled cry of pain as the dragon came in his eye and all over his face. The dragon released an impressive amount of cum, and he sat down, watching Robert with a clear smile on his face. Then to the cat's horror, he realized that even though the otter had reached orgasm, he was still fucking him, showing no sign of slowing down.

"Punkadoo is probably the best pet and lover one could ask for." Myx began to explain, "He is utterly insatiable. This little otter-slut has came over and over and over for me, and can go on until he passes out."

"Robert's eyes widened, and he let out another whimper as he heard this. And it was true. Robert had no clue how long he was there as the otter continued to fuck the cat over and over again. At one point the dragon took the ball gag out of Robert's mouth, and replaced it with a ring-shaped gag that allowed for the dragon to stuff his cock (which had after the otter's third orgasm had grown hard again) into his mouth, which the dragon did, fucking the cat's face and eventually shooting a load of cum down his throat as Punkadoo came a fourth time, this time letting his cum spray onto Robert's back as he did so. The fifth round for the otter, Punkadoo sat on a bench while Robert hung above him, and it became apparent now that the devices holding him in air could also be programmed to move as well, and this was the example as it made him bounce up and down on top of the otter's cock.

Robert tried to ignore it the whole while, but this time he found he couldn't. Around the time Punkadoo began to come again (Robert had, to his sickening horror, noticed that the otter's tail began to wag uncontrollably and he would whimper as he got closer to orgasm), Robert found himself lurched around by the devices again, his hands behind his back and on his knees (actually on the ground this time), and Myx came behind him, stuffing something up his ass again slowly.

"And now..." the dragon said into his ear, "the grand finale!"

Robert lurched his head back into the air as the dragon did something to the object inside his ass, and the next thing he knew, the familiar sensation of electricity overcame him, only this time it was very mild, and the source was the device inside of him. Robert's eyes rolled back as he came, the electricity causing him to shoot his load out into the air and onto the floor, and as he did so, the otter jerked himself off in front of Robert, shooting his fifth load onto the cat's chest and stomach as he did so.

Robert groaned as he continued to cum for a long time, then, when he clearly had nothing else to shoot, the dragon turned the devices supporting him up off. Robert simply collapsed onto the floor, cum covering his face, back, front and dripping out of his ass and off of his cock. The cat realized then that he was feeling weak, and exhausted, even though he hadn't done anything. Punkadoo removed the devices and gag from him while Myx put the leash back on his collar, and sat down on a bench on front of Robert.

"Now," Myx said, as if nothing of significance had transpired between the time he walked into the room and now, "you will come to get used to this. You are property now, and as such, you will be used to your owner's delight. I will make you a pet Miss Saint-Crux can be proud of, but until then, you belong to me, the otter, and the German shepherd... but you haven't met het yet. Believe me... you won't like her as much as me.

"But don't worry, you will come to enjoy this. Now, thank me for today's lesson."

Robert opened his eye slowly (the one that the dragon had jizzed in was on the floor, and he still kept it tightly shut), and he noticed the remote to his collar was next to the dragon, and he sighed mentally.

"Thank you... sir." He said in a dull, expressionless voice, with the ‘sir' as an afterthought.

The dragon sighed, then crossed his arms, shaking his head.

"Nope, that won't do," he said as if he were scolding a child, "I want you to thank me like you mean it. And you will address me as ‘master'. Now, thank me."

"Fuck you." Robert said after a while, anger suddenly returning to him. Myx simply tutted and shook his head again, and stood up, tugging on Robert's leash.

"I was going to give you a bath to clean you up... but now I guess Mr. Malloy will have that honor. Come on, crawl back to your room."

After that last outburst, Robert was too weak to defy any more, and so he slowly pushed himself onto his hands and knees, his head hung in shame. The crawl back to his room seemed to take longer than on the way back, partly due to the shame, partly from the exhaustion, and partly because his ass was sore from the otter's fucking. When he was back in the cell, the dragon removed the collar and leash, and then left, shutting the teenager in darkness again.

Robert lay there for a few minutes. Then he clenched his fist up, bringing it up and pounding the floor. He repeated the gesture over and over again, bellowing at the top of his lungs, a long, primal roar of anger, hatred and humiliation, tears streaming down his face once again. He didn't stop until his voice became hoarse and his fist began to bleed from the pounding onto the concrete floor, then he lay there, remaining still, rubbing the eye that had gotten cum in it until he could keep it open without there being any pain.

At that moment, the door opened up again, and Robert sat up, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding light. The bear, Mr. Malloy, was there, holding something in both of his hands. He had his usual scowl on his face, but this time it was accompanied by a wicked grin.

"Bath time," he growled, and turned something on the thing he was holding.

Robert was then immediately knocked back by a powerful jet of water that came out of the hose the bear was holding, the force of it pushing him back every time he tried to scramble up until he was in the corner at the far end of the room, the water soaking and pounding him until every inch of his body experienced a numbing sting.

Then the water stopped, and the door shut immediately. Robert lay there, slowly curling up, his arms and legs clutched to his chest and his tail around his waist, as darkness and despair, his only companions within his prison, came to visit him once again.

Afterthoughts of the Author: This chapter is not as long as the previous one, but I hope you enjoy it just as much. This is the first chapter of NC sex in this series, and plenty more of it will be coming this way. There was also some epic foreshadowing in this chapter with the mention of Zabina the German shepherd, who will be handling Alex in chapter three. Lesbian bondage ahoy, mateys! Yar!