{"sf1_id":1592799,"sf2_id":"4nAOxWNe","title":"The Price of Hospitality","author":"Malus","words":20115,"posted_at":"2020-06-19T19:54:48.000Z","tags":["Anal Sex","Aroused prey","Cat","Cat prey","Collar","Digestion","Fantasy","Fatal digestion","Fatal vore","Footjob","Gay","Gay sex","Human","Human Prey","M/M","M/M/M","Master/Pet","Master/Slave","Muscle","Oral Sex","Pet","Rakshasa","Semi-Willing","Shapeshifting","Size Difference","Slave","Soft Vore","Submission","Tiger","Tiger taur","Vore (soft)","arabian nights","fatal","master","oral vore","shapeshifter","unwilling prey"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1592799-the-price-of-hospitality","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nAOxWNe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f2/bf/f2bf96cb-6023-4737-8a63-a6351bdc4058","description":"When you start out as a naked slave in a cage with nothing but an iron collar to your name, you have little to hope for but that whoever decides to buy you will see you as a worthwhile little pet and not just a plaything to be thrown away once it has been broken - or worse...  \nSo, ending up a nobleman's cat does not seem so bad, even when your master is a proud man who expects your complete submission. It could get so much worse after all, right?  \n...alas, it still can when pride leads to my master deciding to brave the howling desert nights and the expectation of being deferred to to running foul of the rules of hospitality governing the otherworldly homesteads of the beings dwelling in those lands of ghosts and spirits.  \nAnd when you are nothing but a pet, you very well may still have to pay for your master's transgressions...  \n  \nThis story has been one of my longest so far and I do hope it will keep you all entertained from beginning to the end.^^  \nIt has been a trade with [Jeri](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/jeri/) whose work I have been a fan of for quite a long time and who has been kind enough to voice his appreciation for my writing.^^  \nSo let us venture into the Arabian Nights and see what might happen to you if you find yourself the guest of shapeshifting Rakshasas in their mysterious desert palaces.^^","content":"**The Price of Hospitality**\n\n \n\n \n\nI flinched, my ears flattening as the sudden roar erupted from the cage next to mine, followed by the sound, and the sensation, of the heavy impact of a large body slamming into the metal bars. I had been so lost in my own miserable thoughts that I had not paid attention to the man making the rounds, nor to how the tiger next to me had fixed on him, eyes narrowing as he tried to break his prison and lunge at the human.  \n He just kept doing these sort of things, even though he had to understand it was completely pointless...  \n I felt myself shivering as he slowly turned around, glaring at me now, as if my meek state was somehow offending him. It probably was…  \n I felt my tail nervously lash back and forth and despite everything, I could not help almost being glad for the metal bars separating us…  \n Watching the play of powerful muscles beneath the striped fur as he grabbed the bars, growling as he tried with all his might to force them apart, was impressive, that I had to admit. But it also made it more than clear that he would be able to snap my bones in half without much effort – unlike the thick metal rods which so far had resisted all his many attempts to force them open.  \n “Umh, wouldn't it be better to save your strength…?\" I asked meekly, crouching down into a submissive pose, hoping I could maybe calm him down – and if it was only to spare myself almost jumping out of my pelt every time he had a go at it..  \n He stopped, slowly turning his gaze back to me, instantly making me shiver as the fierce, green eyes fixed me in place. There was an openly displayed mix of contempt and a sort of hunger in his eyes.   \n “And just sit there and grovel before the humans like some little pet? Unlike you, kitten, I have pride in who I am.\"  \n He snorted, taking a deep breath, his gaze starting to travel over my body, as if he was fully taking me in for the first time. I was naked, just like him, except for the iron slave collar around our necks. Otherwise, though, we had rather little in common. I was just a common cat, my yellow brown coat a contrast to both my messy dark brown hair and the paler fur on my chest and belly. And a bit skinny to boot, which had not been helped by the poor mix of gruel and offal we were being fed…  \n He, in contrast, was still majestic looking, even though his striped coat was matted with sweat and his ribs started to show a bit.\n\n \n\nAnd thus, the slow, appraising gaze that seemed to eat me up bit by bit was definitely causing a flush of heat to rise up my cheeks. Scary as he was when snarling and roaring his defiance, I could not quite help imagining how it would feel being pinned down by him and…  \n “You know what I would do with a cute little kitten like you if we weren't locked up by those damn soft skins, don't you?\", he growled, moving closer to the double row of bars separating us.   \n I gave him a shaky nod, feeling myself trembling under his gaze, quickly lowering my own. Lowering it to the point where I could see the heavy balls dangling between his legs, spread apart wide as he crouched down, showing off the tip of the pink cock sliding from his sheath…  \n “Hnnh, y, yes. I, I think I do...\", I got out, feeling my heartbeat quickening as blood rushed to my own groin. Part of me definitely was rather intrigued by the idea...  \n He let out a huffing sound, moving closer, fixing me with his eyes, making a little gesture with his far from little front paw.  \n “Come here. I think I could maybe find myself something more fun to do than slamming against those bars...\"  \n I felt my body grow warm, my breath coming quicker as I slowly crawled towards the row of iron rods between us, hearing him make another huffing sound, watching mesmerized as he reached through the bars, grabbing me by the shoulder, much more gently than I would have expected.  \n “Now, get it nice and hard, until it is big enough so you can lick it through those bars...\"  \n I let out a soft, gasping sound, feeling my fingers grow sticky as I rubbed them against the emerging tip, making him groan loudly as his cock came to life, starting to spring from its hiding place.  \n “Good kitten..\", he growled, one hand on my hair, his sharp claws teasing my scalp as I began to work my hand up and down the slippery length of his shaft.  \n My heart was beating fast and I could feel my own cock growing fuller, as if an invisible hand was tending to it. Touching, being touched, felt good…  \n My ears twitched, hearing the thud of boots on the wooden planks covering the floor, a clang of metal. But I was only having eyes for the throbbing pink length in front of me, feeling the tiger tremble, his grip on my head tightening as he was bucking his hips forward, pulling me closer towards the bars.  \n “Hnnh, suck it!\", he growled, his cock pushing between the iron bars, smearing precum over them as I let myself be guided towards it, letting out a small whimper as the thick aroma of male arousal flooded my nose.  \n I slowly opened my mouth, breathing in and…  \n The sharp clang of metal was the only warning before I was suddenly flung back, yelping with surprise as I saw the tiger roar, lunging forward, to the laughter of the two men now standing in front of our cages.\n\n \n\n“I told you, Sahib, he is a wild one. But if you can handle him, I am sure you can see what a fine specimen he would make for the arena...\"  \n It was the familiar, oily voice of the merchant. He was standing there, rubbing his hands, his broad face twisted into a smile as he looked at the other man. The newcomer was tall, rather muscular, with a scar running from his forehead all the way down the left side of his face, his head shaved, making the carefully cut black beard all the more pronounced. He, too, was grinning, his attention focused on the tiger, not the merchant, just nodding slowly as he let his eyes run over the muscular body pressed against the bars, the big cat's cock still hanging flaccid from his sheath.  \n “Oh, yes, he will do fine. And even if he does not make it past his debut fight, well, there is still a fine pelt on him, a good trophy and a lot of cheering viewers without a doubt...\"  \n I could not help a shiver, letting out a small distressed sound before I could control myself.  \n “Then, might I also interest you in this one here?\"  \n My ears flicked, my whole body stiffening as I realized that the merchant was now pointing at me.  \n “Those two obviously seem to have some attraction to each other. Maybe give the tiger the little cat as a prize, if he wins. Could be an extra motivation. And I do hear that it makes for stronger fighters to feed them on meals like this, eh?\"  \n The man just made a rough chuckle as he eyed me dispassionately, before turning to the merchant.  \n “If I want to treat my beasts to a bit of playtime and a nice, squirming meal, believe me, there are more of those beggar boys and street urchins than you can count. Boys who won't be missed by a single soul. And better still, some just always come sneaking into the arena, trying to get to watch for free. You can believe me that in the end, they do help to keep the feeding costs down sufficiently to make up for that petty freeloading...\"  \n He was bearing his yellowed teeth, big and rather menacing despite their blunt shape. And for one brief moment, his eyes met mine, making me flinch and cower down with a whimper.  \n They both laughed as the haggling began, me still watching the tiger with a mix of pity, disappointment and relief. I would likely never get to know what he tasted like...\n\n \n\n...but at least, neither would he…  \n Chances were pretty good that, had we met without bars between us, he would not only have raped but also eaten me…  \n Still, I could not quite help feeling attracted to the large, muscular body beneath the pretty, striped fur, to the strong masculine scent that was still clinging to my hand…  \n He did only glance at me briefly as his cage was carried out by a couple of dark skinned men, collared like we were, their faces stoic and unmoving.  \n Just a brief last moment that I saw those blazing eyes, before they vanished, leaving me flustered and a bit confused about what I was feeling.  \n All I could do was to watch the other figures, the humans which were coming and going, looking at us, like pieces of meat at the market…  \n I began nervously licking my own slightly sticky hand, shuddering at the lingering taste of the long gone tiger. A small hint of what it would have been like, had we not been interrupted…  \n ...or if the man had decided to take the merchant up on his offer…  \n I was breathing heavily, feeling my fur standing on end as a shiver went all the way down my spine.  \n “This one does look nice, a bit of a plain coat, but he has a nice body, quite cute indeed...\"  \n I flinched, looking up hesitantly, my gaze traveling from the pointed shoes that were just an arm's length away from my cage, along the baggy white trousers to the crimson and black belt tightly wound around the trim waist.  \n The man the voice belonged to was definitely well built, rather muscular for a human, his chest half visible where the embroidered vest parted to reveal olive skin glistening just faintly with some fragrant oil.  \n “Oh, yes, and he is indeed very meek, just what the young master said he was looking for.\"   \n The second voice belonged to the merchant, already back, as it seemed, from selling off the tiger, giving me a pleased look that nevertheless held the menacing promise of punishment, should I not manage to please the wealthy seeming younger man next to him…  \n I furtively snuck a squinting glance at the man's face, seeing his full lips purse, twisting the line of the thin, deep black mustache that matched the equally meticulously groomed goatee.  \n “I admit, having seen one of my friends with that most delightfully pretty little leopard, I had hoped to find myself one as well...\"  \n I felt a bit of apprehension. I was certainly not a leopard. Just an ordinary cat…  \n Not that I was desperate to be sold to this man, but with the other prospects the merchant had so casually outlined just earlier and also knowing how he might later show his displeasure should I prove an unappealing piece of merchandise, I could not help but tremble with nervous dread, letting out a soft little purr. It was less a sound of satisfaction than an attempt to calm myself though…  \n “Ah, but sahib, leopards from the wild will never be the sweet and meek attendant sahib has told me he was looking for. And even the breeders who raise them in captivity will only be happy to tell you what rare a find it is to have one with the sweet and gentle disposition. If you want my advice, a cat like this one is what you need. He is as sweet as a kitten and, Sahib, very willing to serve your every need, if you know what I mean...\"  \n I felt a bit of a flush to my face as the merchant let out a rather dirty chuckle, which the younger man responded to with aloof silence.  \n I was waiting with nervous anticipation when I suddenly felt a hand touch my head, making me let out a startled meowing sound, my body growing tense and then finally relax as I felt the fingers brush through my hair. The man's fingers were stroking, traveling over my scalp as if to explore my body, reminding me unwittingly of the clawed hand of the tiger in my hair just so shortly before…  \n It did feel nice. Even if it was most likely just to get a feel of me, inspect me...  \n I let out a soft purr and the touch did seem to become more gentle, fingers brushing over my cheek as my tail began to relax, be less stiff, stop its nervous movement.  \n My face was lifted up to look into the man's dark eyes. They weren't gentle, but there was a desire in them as he toyed with the dark strands of hair framing my face, contrasting the yellowish brown of my coat and the softer cream tones of my chest and belly.  \n “Now, Sahib, even if he is just a common cat, isn't he a pretty little thing? His fur is just as soft as a leopard would be and you see how easy he will be to handle, yes? He is a price, I assure you!\"  \n I saw the man's mouth twist into a sardonic smile as he spoke, but his gaze kept fixed on me.  \n “Oh, and would you not say that about all your merchandise? Including that scrawny half starved looking jackal boy who was looking at me like a puppy dog hoping for a scrap of food? No, this one is just one cat among many, so if you want to convince me to pay good coin...\"  \n The merchant quickly cut in, clasping his hands and trying a winning smile that nevertheless just seemed greasy and off putting.\n\n \n\n“Sahib wants a demonstration then? I am sure once you have had some time with this cute kitten in our side tent, you won't want to be without him, I assure you!\"  \n The corner of the man's mouth twisted in an expression that seemed to attempt to hide his anticipation, his fingers digging into my fur.\n\n \n\n“That would be acceptable. Now, show me how well behaved he is outside of his cage. I cannot be bothered with a pet that hasn't learned to heel...\"\n\n \n\nHe finally let go of me, allowing me to take a calming breath, rising to a half crouch and looking at the merchant in anticipation.\n\n \n\nIf nothing else, I really wanted out of this cage…  \n I had been a slave for long enough to know exactly how futile it would be to try to run. I had seen others who tried that being recaptured, seen them punished for their attempt at freedom, knew that one of them was now nothing more than a beautiful black fur draped across the fat merchant's bed…  \n So when the door opened with a creak, I was at my best behavior. Looking up meekly at the man who might soon own me and letting out a soft purr.  \n He stretched out one hand with a haughty smile, inviting me to rub my head against it and let him trail his fingers through my hair again, this time without the bars between us.  \n Another hand, his or the merchant's, I could not tell, brushed the silky strands aside where they fell loosely over my shoulders, followed quickly by the metallic click of a leash being attached to my slave collar.  \n I did not resist, just making a very small insecure sound as I was led, like a four legged animal, to the side entrance of the tent, leading to the separated area the merchant had earlier referred to.  \n I knew the place…  \n And while it did hold some not so pleasant memories, this area was undoubtedly rather comfortable, setup as it was for the rich patrons, furnished thus with all the little amenities that they would expect.  \n But to the eyes of the man holding my leash, it seemed barely worth a small, terse clicking of his tongue. He quickly motioned me to kneel down in front of him as he let himself fall down into the well cushioned seat that had been set up in the middle of the room.  \n “Get to work, cat, show me whether you are worth your price...\", he grunted, looking at me impatiently.  \n I drew in breath, nodding quickly as I lowered my gaze, reaching out, my fingers touching the ornate fabric of his cloth. His shirt felt wonderfully soft to the touch and I was careful to keep my claws sheathed as I hastened to untie the sash holding it in place. With it sliding down, his abdomen came into view, flat and olive brown, with a trail of trimmed black hair leading up to his navel.  \n I could feel him shiver and let out a pleased grunt as my breath and whiskers tickled his naked skin. He definitely was not unpleasant to look at, with his stomach all flat and well defined.\n\n \n\nI leaned in to tentatively lick from his navel to his groin, following the trail of black hair, causing him to let out a throaty sound as I undid his breeches, already feeling a firm stirring as the silken loincloth came into view beneath the baggy fabric. My nose was brushing against the thick, dark pubes, trimmed carefully, just like his treasure trails had been, feeling the thick scent of perfume tickle my nostrils. It was not unpleasant, but maybe a bit too much for a feline nose and somehow strangely artificial, drowning out the softer, musky note of building arousal.  \n I flinched a bit as I felt his hand in my hair, roughly pushing me down as he made an impatient hiss.  \n I whimpered in response, untying the string that held his loincloth in place, brushing my paw pads against the stiffening cock hidden beneath. It was rather thick, a little darker than the rest of his skin, a faint ring of scar tissue showing where his foreskin must have been cut off…  \n He started to moan softly when I nosed it, inhaling the scent of male where it was strongest, carefully licking over his smooth balls. He sharply drew in his breath, fingers digging into my hair as my tongue lapped from the base of his shaft to his tip. He did not taste bad, already oozing a bit of bitter sweet precum. He must have been pent up, his arousal coming fast and with immediate demand. My muzzle opened obediently, letting him slide in, feeling the insistent pressure as he pushed me down on his throbbing cock.   \n “That is good, cat, keep that up...\", he gasped roughly, my full mouth allowing me only a meek sound in response. I had been desperately hungry and anxious enough to flinch at a mere harsh word, but sex, even though it solved neither of those issues, seemed to pleasantly numb everything with the comforting bliss of touch and intimacy, soothing me as I just gave in and obeyed. It was my new purpose, serve my master: lick up his oozing arousal, let him push me down on his length, stop only when I would be whimpering and gagging. He grunted impatiently, leaving me only a moment to catch my bearing and lick placatingly over the sensitive tip until he continued his rhythm.  \n And despite him focusing, as expected, solely on his own need, I could not help my own member growing stiff. My thoughts were traveling back to the tiger, the thicker, bigger cock, the intense aroma of dominant feline male arousal. This here seemed like nothing but a pale substitute, but there was a safety in submission to a human, to whom I was what I already had resigned myself to be: a slave, a pet…  \n “Hnnnh, don't stop now...\", the rough voice was admonishing me, his breath growing ragged as I felt my nose pushing right into his thick, curly pubes, inhaling his scent as he was throbbing on my tongue, oozing bitter and salty pleasure to run down my throat…  \n It was not bad. All thick, pulsing warm and firmly, the salty tang of male sweat beneath the perfumed oil as I coaxed him closer to the point of no return.  \n “Haaaaah!\", he was panting hard now, hips bucking, fingers digging into my scalp, as I felt his body giving in to the rush of climax, holding me firmly in place as he flooded my mouth and throat with hot, salty release. He was not letting me go, not until he had me lap it all up, just like a starving kitten. And I was whimpering just like one, trying not to gag as it all became a bit too much.  \n Finally, he released me, letting go of me so I would just fall back on the ground, my chest heaving as he looked down on me, his face softer in its content afterglow.  \n “You will do...\", he finally got out, looking rather pleased, his penis still shimmering slickly with my saliva. I just let out a little moan, my face flushing as I saw his gaze focus on my own stiff cock, tip likely by now glistening with precum. I felt a bit dirty, being this hard from giving someone else a blowjob, especially since it was someone to whom I was nothing but a thing to buy. But I had been starved for touch – and it had been quite some time, too, since I had been allowed release...  \n “Seems you rather liked that, hmmmh…?\", he asked with a mocking tone, reaching down to grab one of my legs. I was not much smaller than him, but slender and undernourished as I was, his hand fit neatly around my ankle. And as he teasingly spread my legs apart, my stiff cock slapped against my flat abdomen.  \n “I guess cats like you really enjoy their cream, hmmm?\"  \n I whimpered, lowering my gaze, only to see him lift on of his feet, the pointed shoe hovering over my body. A startled sound escaped my throat when I felt the soft sole rub over my stiff cock, making me twitch nervously, my whole body trembling, not daring to move or show a sign of resistance.\n\n \n\n“Yes, I think a good new pet deserves a small treat...\", he chuckled, rubbing his foot over my stiff arousal, letting it hover just on the edge of discomfort as he occasionally let it brush just a bit too roughly against my balls. Now I really was feeling dirty, ashamed, cheeks burning, but at the same time, I still could not help bucking and arching into his touch.\n\n \n\nThe truth was, I really, really wanted to get off, wanted to finally be allowed to come…  \n I was panting heavily, feeling sweat dampening my short fur as he kept toying with my wide exposed groin, my glistening pink shaft slicking up the smooth soles of his shoes, barely separating me from the toughened skin beneath – just as there was barely anything left separating me from my desperately yearning for orgasm...\n\n \n\n“You beasts really are dirty little creatures. Driven by your urges, eager to rut even when it is like this, in the dirt, beneath your master's foot...\"  \n His voice had a harsh almost cruel edge to it, but at the same time, his touch seemed to home in, push in the way that made me moan the loudest, teasingly driving me closer and closer to my impending climax.   \n “Tell me, pet, do you want me to grant you release like this? Want to beg for it? Beg your new master like it befits a lowly creature such as you?\"  \n He grabbed my leash, tugging on it till I was whimpering for breath, feeling the cold metal digging into my neck fur.  \n “P, please, please master...\", I gasped, feeling my cheeks burn. It was humiliating, arousing and rather scary, knowing what he could easily do to me if I were to arouse his displeasure. And still, I was desperately yearning for it, wanting to drown my shame in the sweet euphoria of release, even knowing as I did that it would only make me feel all the more dirty and ashamed afterwards...  \n His eyes locked with mine, his mouth twisted into a pleased smile as the rough touch continued, up and down, my sharp ears picking up the lewd, slick sound of his heel coated in my own precum rubbing back and forth over my aching shaft as I bucked helplessly, whimpering and moaning and begging with my whole body.  \n “Yes, good boy, now come for me, cat...\"  \n His heel ground against where my frenulum joined my slick shaft to the oozing tip of my erection, making me yelp as I felt a sudden, painful surge of heat, my whole body convulsing as the aching pressure finally reached bursting point in my balls. It felt painfully intense but still so wonderfully hot and sweet that I could not do anything but lie on my back, open mouthed, panting, tongue lolling and eyes dazed as rope after rope of hot, sticky semen splattered over my heaving chest and abdomen in thick, burning surges of pleasure.  \n And he just watched me all the while with a mix of disdain and a hungry, ruthless pleasure in his dark eyes.  \n I felt the brush of smooth leather as he wiped his shoe along my trembling loins, leaving a sticky trail of dust and semen smearing my soft fur as he just, slowly and carefully began dressing himself again, while I was still shaking and whimpering on the floor.  \n “Get yourself cleaned up...\", he said without any hint of compassion, looking down on me with a callous indifference as he rose to his feet, followed shortly by the click of the leash being locked to a small metal post placed near the seat for the customers.  \n “When I am done with the formalities, I expect you to be ready and presentable for the journey back to my estate.\"  \n I nodded, barely able to get out a small whimper as I looked up at him, hoping desperately that my submission would be sufficient to please him. But he did not even waste another moment, just giving me a final, measuring look that told neither of satisfaction nor of displeasure as he strode past the curtain, leaving me alone, a cum splattered mess on the floor.  \n I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to quell the stinging sense of shame now piercing through the all to brief blissful oblivion of my climax.  \n It was no use though. Shame or pride, neither meant anything anymore.  \n I was just property after all, something to be owned...  \n I tried to take refuge in the cold, hollow acceptance of the reality of my situation, tried to quell the pitiful burning sensation creeping up at the corners of my eyes. After all, it would not change a thing, neither tears, nor shame or despair…\n\n \n\nFinally, I managed to rise to a sitting position, taking a long breath before stretching, bending my spine like only limber small cats like me could. Tasting the bitter salt clinging to my body, I slowly but carefully started to lick the sticky mess from my fur…\n\n \n\n \n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\n \n\n \n\nI let out a little whimper, pressing my face against the back of my master to shield myself from the howling wind. Things had wrapped up pretty quickly after he had left me in the tend. My collar now bore his seal and, leash dispensed with, I was clutching tight to him as he drove his stallion along the desert road. The pure black horse was quite a majestic beast, with a fiery temperament. And I had to admit that I was quite scared of him at first. That was then, but now, there was more on my mind than the fierce, dark creature on whose back I was sitting...  \n I had been feeling for a while now that there was something strange in the air, in the harsh wind that howled around us like a mourning wail.  \n We had traveled alone on the road for hours, ever since we had passed the little caravansary where the friendly old proprietor had warned us to stay the night, telling us that we would only arrive at the next stop, a small oasis, long past nightfall. And that the sky was bearing bad omens...  \n It would be a night where the Afarit and other evil spirits haunted the desert lands…  \n But my master had called the old man a fool, not wanting to waste his time idly, when there were hours of good travel left.  \n And now we were here, out in the desert, the storm howling and strange lights visible like apparitions in the distance.  \n I yelped as suddenly, the horse let out a panicked cry, rearing up, making me cling tightly to my master as he shouted and cursed, doing his best to rein in the panicked beast.  \n I caught my breath, feeling the trembling body of the horse beneath me, watching the beast raise its head, cry out with wide open eyes.  \n It did not move. No matter what my master did, the horse would not take another step, just staring into the distance, trembling, sweat running down its muscular body.  \n Finally, with a muttered curse, my master turned to me, telling me to get out of the saddle and joining me on the ground in one swift, fluid motion himself.  \n “Calm, calm...\"  \n His tense lips betrayed his irritation, as he spoke to the obviously terrified animal.  \n I for my part felt hardly any better.  \n There was something in the night, something dreadful…  \n Voices in the wind, shadows that seemed to move where they should not and a feeling, a looming sense, that there was someone, something drawing near, closing in on us like a pack of hungry jackals…  \n “M, master...\", I barely got out, my voice shaking, my arm reaching out to him, looking at the ornate scimitar slung to his waist, hoping with ever diminishing certainty that the steel blade might protect us from whatever was coming our way.  \n Then, suddenly, there was a crack, a bright flash of light that made me wince, closing my eyes as I heard the unearthly scream of the horse.  \n A hard body slammed into me, throwing me to the ground as the scream of the beast was joined by the sound of hooves, beating into the sand in a mad gallop.  \n I winced, opening my eyes to see my master on top of me, cursing angrily as he tried to catch his balance.  \n Relief washed over me, dispelling the panicked thought that whatever unseen creature had been stalking us had launched an attack.  \n I was still breathing heavily though as I got to my feet.  \n The howling wind had ceased, dying down to a distant moaning sound and the air had cleared.  \n Cleared enough to see the horse slowly vanishing into the distance, running as if chased by a pack of ravenous demons, back to where we had come from…  \n I winced, fearing his reaction as I looked over at my master, just standing there and gazing into the distance.  \n Where the storm had previously made the air hazy with sand, now, we could see clearly into the distance to where we could make out lights. Bright little windows and big fires that lined the entrance to what had to be a large house, hidden between or cut into the cliff face rising from the sand.  \n “Damn horse...\", my master muttered, staring and rubbing his eyes, as if he was not quite willing to trust what he was seeing yet.  \n “Master, do you intend to seek shelter at, at that place…?\", I asked meekly, feeling terribly torn between the fear of the howling desert night and the nagging feeling that this house, the lights, looked a bit too nice to be true.  \n My master turned, looking at me as if he had completely forgotten about my presence.  \n “Of course I do. I am not going to travel on foot through the desert or stumble through the night searching for that damn horse. Whoever owns that place will be honor bound to provide us shelter and maybe even a fresh mount for the next day\", he spoke loudly, as if to drown out the now so much more distant howl of the wind. But even so, there was something very tense in the set of his shoulders. And the hard, imperious tone in his voice seemed like it was meant to hide what lay beneath…  \n “Come!\", he gave me a sharp look, before he turned towards the distant lights, his feet leaving deep tracks in the sand.  \n I hesitated for only a moment, looking back at the dark desert stretching to the horizon where the wind was still howling, before quickly running after him, shadowing his every step.\n\n \n\nMy skin was tingling, a shiver running down my spine as I wrapped the simple gray cloak I had been given more tightly around my shoulders. It was more than just the cold of the night though that that made my skin crawl...  \n And even as the lights came closer, even as the splendor of this desert dwelling became more and more apparent, my anxiety remained.  \n Soft flute music sounded from one of the high up windows and for a moment, I thought I could make out the outline of a strange, undulating figure, as a shadowy silhouette.  \n It was sweet, lulling music that seemed to envelop us in ethereal beauty as we stepped into the circle of light the large braziers were casting, able now to see two tall, dark shadows flanking the entrance like guardian statues. Tall and muscular with a feline grace, their outlines fuzzy, making me think of two lurking black panthers.  \n But as I blinked and stepped closer, all I saw were two half naked Nubian men, their eyes shining brightly in the fire light as their gazes fixed on us, their hands on their pole arms.  \n “You there, let us in, we have lost our horse and need shelter for the night!\", my master barked at them, making a quick gesture with his hand as if to shoo them away.  \n For a moment, as both of them stared at us with eyes gleaming yellow in the firelight, I thought they were going to send us away, that the shafts of their weapons would cross to deny us entry.  \n But one of them, with a rich, deep voice, addressed my master, looking down at him to meet his gaze:  \n “You wish to seek sanctuary at my master's palace? If it truly is your desire, then enter, traveler. Cross the courtyard, do not stray from the path and my master will bid you welcome in the great hall and grant you lodgings for the night.\"  \n The blunt end of his weapon struck the ground as he and the other guard made a step aside, their arms gesturing to bid us inside.  \n My master just huffed, not deigning them a response as he walked past them, leaving me behind to attempt a quick, shaky bow in gratitude, before I hastened to catch up.  \n But the strange look the man who had bid us enter gave me did nothing to ease my anxiety…  \n Past the stone gate, there was a small tunnel, lit by torchlight. And just as we had been told, it led straight to a grand courtyard, illuminated in the soft light of the moon.   \n I could not help but gasp in surprise, seeing the lush greenery and the gurgling fountain at the center, glistening like silver. Nothing in here seemed like it belonged in a place of howling winds and dry sand and within this beautiful little oasis, I could not even hear anything but the soft sound of water, the music and the distant sound of merriment.   \n Flowers of all sizes and shapes, their colors muted in the twilight, filled the courtyard with a sweet, almost intoxicating fragrance. And as I drew in air, I could not help but feel myself relax a little as their sweet scent filled my nose. Some of the flowers were trumpet shaped, big and red, others like delicate blue silken sheets, that looked as if they had been artfully tossed about and others like tight, small white pearls shimmering in the moonlight. I was still gasping and marveling when I saw my master casually stroll off the pass of flat stones, walking over the soft green grass, cupping a tight, pure white blossom in his hand, drawing in its scent as his fingers toyed with the thin stem.  \n The words of the guard echoed back in my mind, as I let out an agitated gasp, stretching out my arm towards him, not daring to follow though.  \n “M, master, please, the guard said not to stray from the path...\"  \n I winced, seeing him turn around, carelessly plucking the flower he was holding from its stem as he turned towards me.  \n “And what of it? I have never seen such a flower, I want to ask my gardener about them, so he can grow me a nice bed of them at my estate.\"  \n His mouth twisted to a smile, almost showing pity as he stepped closer, reaching for me, yanking me towards him, running his hand through my dark hair.  \n “It would look nice in your hair\", he said in an almost sweet tone, giving me a long look as he let the broken stem scritch along my scalp.  \n It actually did feel kind of nice, the gesture sweeter than I would have expected, just...  \n There was no real warmth in it. It was the appreciation someone would show a possession that pleased him, ringing somewhat cold and distant, even as his hands stroked through my hair...  \n My purr was a bit shaky and my body strangely stiff as I leaned into the caress.  \n “I, I am just afraid for you, master, this place, it, it seems strange...\", I said, carefully, hoping I would not seem disrespectful.  \n He chuckled, seeming more amused than displeased, his hand slowly withdrawing, carefully pocketing the flower.  \n “You beasts and your moods. You are just like the horse, getting spooked over nothing. Well, but unlike him, you are a good, obedient little pet at least. And good pets should, after all, always want to do what people tell them...\", he said, his mouth opening into a lewd grin.  \n I lowered my gaze, feeling a little shiver run down my spine.  \n My heart was thumping a bit as I watched him turn around, taking a few second to snap out of it and follow after him as he made his way to the lights at the other end of the courtyard.  \n I still felt pretty nervous, but as we entered through the doorway into the light filled great hall, I could not help but once more look open mouthed at the sight in front of me.  \n There was so much color! The heavy curtains and carpets seemed to show an endless variety of animals, both real and mystical, flowers and trees and wonderful complex ornaments that might have been either. And the floors, walls and pillars were no less elaborately decorated, showing intricate mosaics and beautifully veined marble. Potted plants and gurgling basins glittering in the light of fires and candles seemed to carry the splendor of the garden inside. It was so beautiful I had to rub my eyes, unable to believe for a moment that it all was, in fact, real.  \n A large twin staircase, set around a fountain gushing from an ornate tiger's head lead to an elevated area where many people were seated or reclining on cushions and divans, chatting softly and listening to a young, handsome musician.  \n I made a soft sound, my eyes wide as I felt my heart flutter with a mix of emotion, the wish to go up and join the beautiful people in their fine clothes battling with a fearful awe.   \n “Quite a sight out here in the wilderness...\", my master said dryly, but his calm disaffected air could not quite hide that he, too, was impressed. For I had heard the suppressed gasping sound he had made as we had entered.  \n “Hey, boy!\"  \n I was startled, thinking for a moment that the harsh command was directed at me, only to turn my gaze to where my master was looking and seeing a young man coming from the corridor to our left.  \n His head turned, deep, emerald green eyes fixing on us, his expression betraying no emotion, though the set of his eyes and mouth looked neither servile nor particularly pleased.  \n More than that, in his fine silk clothes that accentuated and showed off his lithe, toned body and the soft, chocolate brown skin, the golden bracelets and jeweled necklace, he did look like anything but a servant – even though I assumed my master might see anyone of this dark complexion as a slave by nature, just as he did with a cat like me…  \n He stopped, looking straight at us, making me notice the little tear marks, strikes of pure black coal, running from his eyes down to his cheekbones.  \n “Who are you that you call out to me in this manner?\" the young man said calmly, his soft voice almost hiding the note of censure it was bearing. More than just almost though, it seemed, for my master…  \n “Who I am, boy? I am prince Umar of Najran and you better run to your master and tell him I am here to seek shelter for the night.\"  \n He was waving his hand in a dismissive gesture, but the boy just stood there, his head held high, looking my master straight in the eyes, finally breaking the silence with a tone that was chilly as ice.  \n “A traveler lost in the desert? Then I shall ask lord Ravana whether he will deign to house another guest on a night where he already is hosting so many others. Follow me, prince Umar of Najram.\"  \n I winced. This clearly had to be another guest of this palace's master and yet my master had treated him like a serving boy, like he was a slave…  \n I tried to catch his attention, hesitantly touching his arm, but he only absently petted me as he followed behind, up the staircase, to where men and women in fine clothing were seated, some of them turning their heads to watch us – like predators eyeing a straggling animal…  \n I shivered, my gaze drawn to the man seated at the center of the gathering, just as he rose up, spreading his arms in a gesture of welcome that barely was able to calm my nervous heart.  \n He was tall, his skin light brown, his hair pitch black, a meticulously cut beard framing his masculine features. Piercing eyes were fixed on us as his mouth formed to a smile showing perfectly white teeth with canines that seemed unnaturally large for a human – if that was truly what he and the rest of these people were…  \n I lowered my gaze, falling down to my knees while my master kept standing tall, seemingly unperturbed.  \n “I see another guest has found his way to my palace tonight...\", the man said lightly, speaking in a rich, deep voice as he smiled at us with a regal, yet reassuringly gentle expression on his face.  \n It was not the voice of a young man, even though his face was without a single line. And befitting this strange contrast, the lord Ravana seemed to veritably glow with health and vigor, a searing energy that matched the blazing yellowish green of his eyes. It made me really glad I did not have to be the focus of his attention. And I could only hope, pray to all the gods, that my master would not offend him...  \n “Indeed. I am prince Umar of Najram and I seek shelter for the night for me and my pet. I have lost my horse in the desert and will require a fresh mount to continue my travels on the morrow.\"  \n No request, no plea or supplication, my master was stating a fact and making a demand…  \n I could not see the face of the lord, bowing deeply as I was, but I noticed the tension in the air before he continued, his voice betraying no note of offense – yet…  \n “I see. This indeed must be most vexing, my dear prince, to find yourself stranded deep in the desert, without a horse and in the depth of night... Come morning, we shall see what we can do to speed you on your travels. As for tonight, you shall enjoy my hospitality. Though as I hope I need not remind you, I shall expect your courtesy and respect towards me and my household in return.\"\n\n \n\nMy tail was curling nervously, flicking from side to side as I listened, almost certain that I could feel my master tense next to me.  \n “Then I shall express my gratitude for your kind welcome, lord Ravana\", my master said without actually doing so, “and as I am both weary from my travels and unwilling to further disturb you and your company, may I ask for your boy here to lead us to your guest quarters? Of course, I hope not to impose on your staff too much if I ask for some light refreshments to be brought as well as something for my pet here?\"  \n I felt him petting my head as if I was a loyal hunting dog, unable to help myself from shivering slightly. Why was he being so disrespectful? Did he feel he had to prove something by being condescending towards our host?   \n But as I dared a brief, furtive glance through the strands of hair hanging over my forehead, I saw the corners of the lord's mouth twist in apparent amusement.  \n “My boy, you say…\", he turned his gaze slightly, exchanging glances with the young man who had led us to him, as I assumed, before continuing to speak.  \n “Samir? Would you be so kind to show this man and his pet to one of the guest rooms?\"  \n The young man, Samir, did not betray any reaction, not from my limited perspective. But I was noticing the edge in his voice as he replied, “If it is your wish, Lord Ravana...\"  \n The lord just smiled enigmatically, appearing as if he was enjoying a joke of his own.  \n “It would be indeed. And I shall be most grateful to you, should you take the time to explain things to them.\"  \n There was a moment of silence before the young man inclined his head, turning to us again, his bright green eyes burning, as if he wanted to pierce my master with his gaze.  \n “Then follow me, prince Umar. As lord Ravana requests of me, I shall show you to the guest quarters.\"  \n He turned abruptly, leading us back down the stairs at a brisk pace, barely waiting for my master to say his thanks to our host.  \n Samir did not speak to us and thankfully, neither did my master try to talk to him. And thus, we walked in a tense silence, down the beautiful corridor, until we arrived at a series of doorways that were closed off by deep red, heavy curtains. Some of them, however, were slightly ajar, allowing us to peer in and be greeted by the sound of gurgling water, hinting of fountains within. I could tell from the ceiling of the corridor and the rooms we were able to glimpse that all of this had to have been cut out of the rock and it was frankly quite beautiful, with the insides of the rooms showing a harmonic composition of natural and carved stone.  \n Samir finally led us to one of those half open doorways, drawing aside the curtain for us to let us enter.  \n I could hear the soft indraw of breath as my master surveyed the room. There were beautiful plants, a decorative platter of fruit and sweets, carafes of wine on trays, soft carpets and pillows, chairs around a small round table, a luxurious bedstead at one end of the room, flickering oil lamps that emitted a soothing scent and a large natural spring where water was gathering in a basin, the surface moving in a soft current that must be connecting it to other such basins. This natural spring was also beautifully decorated with flowering plants, a small light well above making the water shimmer softly in the moonlight from far above, mingling with the dancing flames of the lamps. There were pitchers placed nearby and a smaller basin beneath was filling with the overflow, draining it away to somewhere unseen. It seemed the perfect blend of natural beauty and the artistic touches of a human hand.  \n As anxious as I had been since entering this forbidding palace, I could not help wishing that we could stay for just this room alone. Everything was clean and beautiful and inviting, even though I knew none of it was for me. But still, just serving in such a place seemed so much better than the chains and cages and the pervading stench of fear and anger that I had grown up with…  \n “This should do nicely, I guess...\", my master said with affected indifference, slowly striding from one end of the room to the other, letting his gaze travel from the bed, to the small table and finally the spring. He let one hand trail through the little cascade that ran over the edge of the basin, his brows rising slightly.  \n “A bit cool, perhaps, but this big basin there would still make a rather adequate bath. And I see you even have towels for us to dry ourselves off...\"  \n Samir made a step forward, catching my master's hand and looking him square in the eyes.  \n “This spring is not for bathing. All the water in this palace is connected, no one is to dirty it for all the others to be thus sullied. If you wish to bathe, the servants shall bring you a basin with hot stones and perfumed oils, so it can be filled from here. Otherwise, you are to use the pitchers and fill them from the spring and empty them into the lower basin so it can drain away into the deep sand again.\"  \n His voice was harsh, and for a moment, I thought I saw a strange flicker, as if something was moving on the wall behind him, like a dark, angry presence. I could not help but flinch a bit as I saw him glare at my master, finally letting go of his hand and turning around, pointing at the tray of sweetmeats and fruit while my master just stood there, mouth agape, lips moving silently, but too taken aback to get out a reply before the young man continued.  \n “Likewise, should you require something more substantial to eat, the servants shall bring you a full meal to your room.\" He paused for a moment, turning around and making a step towards the door.  \n “I shall show you how to call for them...\"  \n But before Samir could move any closer to the door, my master lunged forward to grab him by the wrist and pull him back, right against him, so that he was towering over the smaller man, holding the lithe, young body firmly in his grip.  \n “No need...\", my master said, in the same tone he was using when addressing me.  \n “I have you right here after all. I don't quite like your tone, boy. I don't think you understand how to serve a visiting prince…\"  \n I could not quite make out Samir's face, just the rigid set of his shoulders and the twisting of the corners of his mouth as my master's hand was wandering over the soft brown skin so amply exposed. The young man was trembling, as if still caught by surprise at the audacity, like an animal about to strike out...  \n “You can go and get a basin and then wash me, boy. Then I want you to get rid of those clothes and join me and my pet after that...\"  \n I saw my master's hand slip beneath Samir's waistband, drawing the young man closer to leave no doubt about his intentions.  \n His eyes widened, glaring fiercely and angrily at my master, before Samir's body suddenly moved with almost inhuman speed. And this time, I did not just see a flicker. This time, I saw what the blur of movement actually was…   \n Samir's shadow was billowing, seeming to grow and twist as he struck at my master, pushing him away and making him land on the carpeted floor, causing him to yelp as his backside collided with the thankfully thick and soft fabric.  \n His eyes were blazing like two green flames as he stepped back, looking down at my master, his right hand twisted and twitching.  \n “Do not dare, you arrogant fool, to disrespect me again. I am Samir, son of the great lord of the southern lands who has granted this domain as a present to his peer, Lord Ravana, to whom I am an honored guest. Up to now, I have been willing to forgive your impudence as a favor to him and a concession to your lesser nature. But do not think I shall tolerate any more of this!\"\n\n \n\nAnd with that, moving faster than a human should have any right to, he vanished from the room, leaving nothing but a billowing curtain behind.  \n I stood there, frozen in shock for a moment, before a pained groan made me hurry over to my master's side, grasping his hand to help him up as he was staring at the deep, red streaks on his forearms, where fabric had torn to reveal naked skin.  \n “M, master, I, I wanted to tell you that I did not think he was a servant...\", I stammered, my ears flattened, unsure how my master would react.  \n “Hah, well...\", my master said, slowly, still inspecting the scratch marks that had reddened, but not pierced his skin.  \n “He can hardly complain about that! As if a respectable noble man would show off his body like that. Like some pleasure slave! With his dress and his skin color, what else should I take him for?! It's his own fault for not introducing himself properly. If he does not want people to think that...\", my master ended up muttering, shaking his head and huffing.  \n I got on my knees, rubbing my head against him, purring softly, hoping I could soothe him. And luckily, he did start to scritch me behind the ears before taking seat at the table, pouring himself a cup of wine and devouring one of the sweets placed there.  \n “Well, but no matter, while I would have liked to have that boy bend over my bed, especially with how haughty he was, I still do have you to plow, my little cat...\", he chuckled, letting his hand travel over my body, toying with my sensitive nipples until I could not help but whimper.  \n I was feeling quite a bit hungry myself. And while it was not exactly a filling meal, I might feel better for getting to lick up the salty milk from his balls…  \n I was just about to move between his legs and work his manhood free, as I felt a firm hand on my shoulder, motioning me to stay where I was.  \n “No, as nice a mouth as you may have, I want to take you fully tonight, have you squirm beneath me...\", he sniffed, cupping my chin so I had to look up at him.  \n “But not as you are, all dirty from traveling. And you do smell...\", he chuckled, seeming amused by my flustered, embarrassed reaction.  \n “Nothing a little bath cannot fix...\", he said teasingly, emptying his cup before rising.  \n “Strip, cat, and then undress me, we shall have a nice little soak in that spring together...\"  \n I felt my neck fur bristle, my tail darting nervously from side to side.  \n “M, master, I, I can use the pitcher and the washcloths to get both of us all nice and clean, it will be really good...\", I meekly tried to say. But I could tell from the frown of his face that he would not have any of that…  \n “Cat, do I need to repeat myself? Have I somehow not been clear?\"  \n His voice had a stinging tone, cruel and angry. I felt like I was frozen in place under his gaze, my body shaking as the fear of the master of the palace and my own master warred inside me.  \n “N, no master, please, forgive me, master...\", I got out, trembling as I removed the little I had been given to cover my nudity, now that I was no longer on naked display for everyone. My cloak, then the loincloth, leaving nothing but my slave collar as I moved forward looking up at him, seeing him smile as I went to carefully undo his clothes.  \n As I had observed before, he was nicely built, in good shape, well groomed, his skin smelling of a mix of sweat and perfumed oil. I had gotten a glimpse of it before, when we had been alone in the side tent at the market, but now I had the chance to properly take in all of his body. His cock was already half erect, throbbing with apparent anticipation as my warm breath washed over it and I inhaled the now much more concentrated smell of arousal.  \n “Good cat...\", he said with a chuckle, rising to his feet and stretching leisurely as he walked over to the pristine stone basin. I looked after him, still on the floor, shivering as I watched him step over the edge of the pool, causing a big cascade of water to splash into the little overflow basin.  \n “Haaah, a bit cool maybe, but still...\", he groaned, stretching and splashing about, cupping up water to wash his face.  \n I knew he expected me to join, I knew I had to obey him, but…  \n “Come.\"  \n His voice was still calm, but there was an edge in it. It did not help my trembling, tail-flicking nervousness at all, but as much as I was afraid of breaching the rules of this strange house, I was even more afraid of the immediate wrath of my master…  \n So I got up, trying to calm my nerves as I made my way to the beautiful spring, putting one hand in the pristine water.  \n It was not really cold, a bit cool, but not unpleasantly so. A good temperature for drinking, unless perhaps one wanted a really refreshing, chilled drink.  \n I made a startled meowing sound as I was suddenly grabbed by my arm and half pulled in, stumbling to get over the edge and making a big splash as I found myself pulled against my master's soaking wet body.  \n “When I tell you to do something, cat, it would suit you well not to be so tardy...\", he said sharply.  \n I winced, looking at him pleadingly and luckily seeing his scowl soften a little.  \n “...but I shall discipline you later, first, you will get yourself nice and clean and attend to me while we bathe.\"  \n I nodded, looking down, my throat feeling a bit too tight to form words as I began to wash my face and my hair, combing through my fur with my claws, occasionally using some spit, too, like I would have done in captivity – like wild cats would.  \n I tried to pay attention to any signal that my master wanted me to service him, but for now, he seemed to be content just watching me, his lingering gaze making me feel self conscious as I cleaned myself under my armpits, rising a bit from the water, bending and twisting to get to every last spot.  \n It was a lucky thing, really, that my fur was short and not too thick. It would already be a bit of work to get myself adequately dry as I was. I could tell already whenever I rose from the water, feeling the water dripping down my body.  \n My groin and my ass came next and I tried to make as thorough a job of it as I could, especially for what he had told me would come later on. It had been a while since I had anyone take me…  \n I winced, making a startled meow as I felt firm fingers teasing my ass as I was leaning over, spreading my cheeks to better get to the tight ring of my sphincter. My master was chuckling, groping my cheeks as he watched me push one finger against the ring of muscle, both scrubbing it clean and trying to prepare myself for what was to come. His cock was already half erect, pushing against one of my legs. If I could get him in a good mood, I thought I would not mind so much having it inside of me...  \n I was trying to pick up my pace, giving the last remaining square inches of my body a good, thorough cleaning, sensing my master's growing impatience. He was stroking his shaft, finally having enough and pulling me up on his lap, his hard erection rubbing against my cheeks as he grabbed my hair.  \n “You seem decently clean, time to see if you really were worth your price...\", he chuckled, pressing his tip against my hole, hard enough to make me cry out.\n\n \n\nI had hoped that I had loosened myself up enough, but, apparently, no…  \n It hurt. And I was only tensing up all the more. I was nervous, afraid of what might happen in this strange place and my body was reacting instinctively, clenching up hard, making his cock slip away, denied entrance to my clenched up body.  \n My master did not like that…  \n “Cut that out! I don't have the patience for any silly antics.\", he growled angrily, yanking at my hair, making me yowl as I trashed instinctively, trying to get free my arms flailing and legs kicking.  \n The good part was that I did not end up accidentally clawing at my master. But the bad part…  \n We both ended up slamming against the smooth stone, my master letting out a gasp, me a frightened kitten sound as I realized what I had done.  \n “M, master, I, I am sorry, I did not mean to, I, I was just...\", I stammered, trying to rise up and check on him.  \n He grunted, getting back to his sitting position in the water, slowly feeling up his body as he gave me a very dark look.  \n “I shall extend you the benefit of the doubt, cat. Thus I shall believe you that you were merely clumsy and did not mean to strike at your master…\"  \n I breathed out in relief, not daring to show it on my face though as I looked at him placatingly, smiling nervously. My wet tail was thumping against the stone, my whole body trembling as I waited for him to continue. I could tell he was not done…  \n “...but you seem to have been forgetting your station. You dare to do whatever I say, please me in every way I desire and you are not only failing in that, you have kept calling my orders into question, kept placing the words of others over my own…\"  \n He made a quick, impatient gesture, pointing at the rags lying folded up close to the basin.  \n “Get yourself dry. You will have time to get yourself ready for when I leave the bath. Ready for me to take you on the bed. And you better show me then that you know who your master is...\"  \n I just nodded, feeling a tightness in my throat as I rose from the water, tightly gripping the rim of the stone basin as I got out, resisting the urge to just shake like a wet dog and instead starting to wring out my tail and smooth down my wet fur to get the worst of the moisture out of it. Even with the ample supply, I knew I better save as much of the towels as I could, not to make my master angry by having too little left for himself.  \n They were still warm, smelling softly of flowers, thick and so wonderfully absorbent I could not stop myself from purring as I toweled myself off. It almost felt a bit magical. Magical like the rest of the place…  \n For a moment, it made me forget that I had just earned myself my first punishment…  \n And I was rather certain that my new master was not a kind man when it came to disobedience or incompetence in fulfilling his needs…  \n My still slightly damp fur was bristling slightly as I cast my gaze about the room, hoping there would be something, something to help get myself ready…  \n Of course there was, right next to the bed, a glass vial with a stopper, full to the brim with an amber colored, oily liquid. Why had I not seen it immediately?   \n The answer was of course that I was too nervous to really think straight.  \n I remembered the pain of unrelenting pressure and my body clenched involuntarily, trembling as I combed through my hair with my clawed fingers, smoothing down my fur.   \n Almost mechanically, my feet carried me to the bed, pausing for a moment, feeling rather self conscious before letting myself sit down on the soft, clean fabric.  \n With a deep breath, I tried to calm my racing heart, reaching for the bottle, fumbling with the glass stopper. The oil smelled softly floral, not that much unlike the towels, smooth and warm on my finger pads.   \n I, I could do this…  \n Spreading my legs, lying on my back, I pushed one oil coated finger against the tight ring of muscle, trying to calm myself, trying to relax.  \n The splashing sounds coming from the bath told me my master was just about to get out, so I did not have much time left…  \n I felt my body trembling as I pushed, too hard. It hurt. I had to relax, I had to, but I only got more tense, settling to slowly rub my oiled finger over my pucker, trying to breathe slowly, trying to coax my tense body to loosen up. Very slowly, I managed to push in, still feeling a bit of pain, trying to keep my finger in there, and ignore the not quite pleasant feeling.   \n I tried to think of something nice, like one of my friends way back in my youth pressing the blunt tip of his leaking cock against me, so obviously eager and still wanting to make sure I was okay. It had all been slow, steady pressure and the familiar scent, sweat and arousal, a warm, furry body pressing against me.  \n My cock was starting to swell at the memory and at last, I felt myself able to relax, just a little, the rush of warmth helping me as I thrust my finger in and out, in and out. I still felt tender, but, good…  \n I breathed heavily, trying to add a second finger. Still too tight…  \n I, I could do this, just, just had to take it slow…  \n I tried to push, feeling a mix of dull pain and finally that pleasant tingle I was searching for. I was getting there, just a bit more…  \n Slowly, my fingers started to slide in and out, the ache starting to subside a bit.  \n Until suddenly, a harsh voice sounded from close by.  \n “It appears you already are in the perfect position. Good. I want to see your face as I teach you how to behave.\"  \n I flinched, feeling the tension return, my body feeling all numb, shivering as I slowly let my hands slide down, leaving an oily trail along the inside of my loins. The bed frame was creaking ever so slightly as my master lowered himself on the mattress, his stiff cock pointing at me eagerly, all swollen and ruddy.\n\n \n\nI, I could do this, just, just relax, then it would maybe even feel pretty good…  \n After all, it was not like I was not feeling blood rushing to my own cock with every quick thumping beat of my heart…  \n He grabbed me by my chin, making me look up, seeing him grin as he loomed over me, running his other hand over my body, toying with my metal collar, as he pushed my legs apart. I was shivering, letting my body go soft and compliant as he manhandled me, his big hand closing around both my wrists, locking my arms in place as he pinched my sensitive nipples, yanking at them until I was crying out, whimpering like a kitten, pain mixing with pleasure as my sensitive flesh was being toyed with.  \n His naked, damp skin was making the outlines of his muscles gleam in the dim light, his chest rising as he let out a harsh breath, pushing his swollen, slick tip against the cleft between my spread cheeks.  \n Please don't hurt me!  \n I wanted to beg, but I did not are to speak, all I could do was let out a feeble kittenish sound as his swollen tip pressed against my oil slicked hole.  \n “No… Not like this…\", he leered at me, his eyes gleaming feverishly as he withdrew for a moment, grabbing me by my scruff.  \n “On your knees, cat… Ass in the air…\", he yanked me roughly, making me cry out. I was shaking, shifting my position, feeling my elbows dig into the soft mattress.  \n I felt his heated body pushing against mine, against my ass cheeks, leaving smears of precum as his stiff cock rubbed against them. I whimpered, my whole body shivering as I raised my tail…  \n “Hnnnh, now I will teach you to obey me\"  \n I felt his stiff cock pushing between my cheeks as his hands grabbed me, holding me still as he forced himself into me…  \n And it did hurt, even though I tried my best to relax. I knew that if I clenched up, he would only make it worse for me, so I desperately tried to let him in, screaming with pain as he finally forced me open, his hips bucking, slapping against my spread ass cheeks as he sunk into me.  \n “Good, I see, haaah, that you learned not to be difficult. But that is not enough...\", my master panted, his hot breath tickling my ear as his finger dug into skin and fur. I had always liked this, liked being fucked and that pleasant sensation was still there. But most of my lovers had been much more gentle, waited for me to adjust, given me time to have the pain fade into pleasure.\n\n \n\nAnd thus, all I could do was scream in a confusing mix of sharp pain and growing pleasure as my master's cock rammed into me like a knife, stabbing and stabbing again until I could not help the tears running down my cheeks.\n\n \n\nI, I had really tried to be good, please…  \n My cock was half flaccid by now, feeling all weird and lukewarm, my body trembling as I tried to endure, hearing the rasping, groaning voice, felt the throbbing hardness of a cock balls deep inside of me.   \n Time seemed to slow down to a leaden trickle as I did my best to just bear it, hoping that my master soon would be satisfied, hoping I would be back in his good graces if I just took whatever punishment he wanted to mete out. And the worst thing was that I felt so completely helplessly unable to predict what I could do, express or just refrain from doing to make him satisfied. Trying to please him might make him think he had not been harsh enough, but would signs of my discomfort make him annoyed at me, or would me suppressing them make him think, too, that he would have to punish me more harshly?  \n I was trembling, trying to keep the whimper down to a low whine as I felt him rapidly nearing his climax, both his breathing and thrusting becoming harsher, faster, pressing down on me as he gripped me hard enough to really hurt, pushing down on me with all his weight.\n\n \n\nIt was hard to breath as the relentless assault pressed my face into the soft, yielding mattress, making me jerk in panic, only to feel his grip tightening, hurting me, making me cry out. Tears were soaking into the fabric as I heard him laugh with cruel amusement. I did not want to look at him, but I had to turn my head to breath freely…  \n And at least, it allowed me to look at he still beautiful room, which I had been marveling at. The room full of little wonders…  \n And then I saw it, just at the corner of my eyes, something moving, something dark, like a shadow...  \n Startled, I felt my body tense up, sending a wave of pain through me as I felt my abused hole clench around the thick shaft slamming into it. But as much as it hurt me, it only made my master let out a hoarse, grunting shout, his whole body collapsing on me, heated and sweaty, as he shot his hot seed right into me, hips pumping, making me cry out until the frenzied rush finally ebbed down into the sticky warm feeling of post sexual lethargy.  \n I tried to move, just a bit, feeling his whole body pressing down on me, still heated and sweaty from his climax. And luckily, my master, seeming all spent and pleased for the moment, rolled on his side, holding me possessively as his hand lazily traveled down my shivering form…  \n “M, master...\", I croaked, hesitantly putting my hand on his arm, trying to catch his attention. For now I just had to squint a bit to see the figure approaching, looming over us. I had not heard him enter, not sensed anything, a realization that made me shiver, even when there was the excuse of all the noise we had been making…  \n The master of the palace, lord Ravana, was looking down on us, with a strange expression on his face. Amusement, seemed to mingle with cold contempt and a hungry, almost feral intensity. His skin was gleaming in the soft illumination, nothing but a light, crimson robe covering his muscular body, accentuated with golden jewelry and gleaming gemstones.  \n He looked regal, like a king from a far away land, one who would be told of in stories and legends. And yet, still unaware of the imposing presence, my master just let out an annoyed moan, pressing his nose into my hair and drawing me closer, as if I was a skittish pet. After the cruel fucking, it was almost a tender gesture…  \n “Don't annoy me cat, I was just about to consider your punishment done, don't waste your chance at mercy with your whining and begging. If you want me to grant you release, earn it...\", he groaned, shifting his body as if trying to find a more comfortable resting position for himself.  \n “N, no, master, it is not that, we, we're not, you should...\", I stammered, not sure what I really wanted to say. But I knew that something very bad was about to happen and my master, my master was…  \n “Spare your efforts, little cat\", the lord said with a dispassionate look at me, before focusing his attention on my master, his voice rising sharply, as if to strike at his exposed, sweat gleaming body with his biting words.  \n “Prince Umar, I seem to not be mistaken to observe that you so far have been enjoying the hospitality granted to you?\"\n\n \n\nMy master tensed, letting out a deep breath, his face contorting as he slowly lifted his gaze, anger mixing with surprise and for once, it seemed to not be directed at me…  \n Slowly, deliberately taking his time, he rose up, his still stiff cock sliding out of me, leaving me gaping and exposed, with cum running from my well abused ass, as I watched him slowly stretch and move to a sitting position, deliberately ignoring our host, until finally, with a sigh, he turned to him.  \n “Is that so? Well, as much as I have to commend your powers of perception, Lord Ravana, I have to beg your pardon, I fear. Is it customary in your household to intrude on your guests merely to make such an asinine statement to their face, or have you just found no better pretext yet to spy on them like some adolescent boy seeking to pleasure himself would?\"\n\n \n\nI winced at his words, trying my best to get myself out of my sprawled position – as much as it made my ass hurt – looking up at the man before us with supplication in my eyes, hoping against hope to make up for my masters rude insult.  \n “Please, lord Ravana, I, we, we meant no offense...\"  \n But he just smiled, amused, apparently both at my master's impudent affront and my own pleading, his mouth twisting to reveal gleaming white teeth, teeth that seemed wrong for a man, fit more for a predator, a beast…  \n “My, what insolence and bad sense. Both foolish and bad mannered, are we, my prince?\" he growled, his muscles rippling as he made a small step forward, his shadow dancing on the wall behind him. It was billowing, pacing angrily back and forth like a wild animal. Just like how Samir's shadow had been flickering on the wall when my master had offended him…\n\n \n\nThese shadows were bigger than they had any right to be, not the shadows of men, but of terrifying beasts, struggling to break loose...  \n “Do you think me unaware that you insulted me and my household, not once but three times while claiming shelter under my roof?\"\n\n \n\nHe shook his head, anger and cold amusement blending into a feral gleam that made his eyes shine like that of a tiger, ready to pounce on his prey…  \n And now, finally, even my master seemed to begin to stiffen with terror, his gaze shifting between lord Ravana and the hastily discarded pile of clothing, at the pale flower that by some strange accident had ended up on top of his rumpled shirt, next to his scimitar, too far to reach for…  \n “Oh, you can hardly be, I mean, not because of one flower...\", my master started weakly, making a dismissive gesture that was betrayed by the sudden tensing up of the muscles in his back.  \n “Be silent.\"\n\n \n\nThe lord growled, dismissing him with a short gesture, his muscles flexing as his fingers slid to the sash that was keeping his robe fastened.  \n “You have taken one of my flowers, even when you were instructed by my guards not to stray from the path and go straight to the main hall. That, I was considering to forgive, should you have acted as a respectful guest...\"  \n His face seemed to contort, anger lines forming on the unmarred skin. No, not just lines, deep, black strokes, like dark ink, spreading not just across his face, but also his arms, their bare skin taking on a reddish golden hue.  \n “You disrespected one of my guests, a boy I am fond of. There, I was willing to leave it to him to demand redress. Treating a noble like a servant, amusing as it may have been for me to see the pretty little thing so close to unsheathing his claws on you, is not becoming of a prince...\"  \n I stared in horror and dawning realization as I saw the lord's unnaturally large fangs grow, saw his body ripple, his muscles tense. There was no vulgar creaking of bones or breaking of skin, just a melting shift as if the ripples on the surface of a pond were finally starting to calm, making a distorted image return to its true, clear form.   \n I could just stare in shock, my master frozen in place next to me as we watched the lord carelessly unravel the knot holding his robe in place, the flowing red garment spilling like a blood red pool onto the carpets…  \n “But defiling the sacred springs, sullying the waters others are to drink and use to cleanse themselves, that, my prince, forfeits all of your claims to my hospitality and thus...\", he grinned, showing the formidable teeth of a tiger as is human shape flowed away, “you shall have no protection from my hunger...\"  \n Lord Ravana, the Rakshasa lord Ravana, lunged forward. And I could just stare with awe and terror at his powerful body, a union of a mighty four legged tiger and the sculpted body of a two-legged big cat, all of it covered in the same perfect, reddish golden black striped fur that was melting into ghost white around his chest and abdomen, the fierce head of a tiger snarling and showing off his gleaming fangs. The Rakshasa was on my master before he could do more than let out a helpless scream, the impact throwing me of the bed, making me land on my ass with a cry of pain of my own as I could do nothing but watch, watch as my master, the man who had overpowered me, forced himself on me, was pinned down. His naked body was struggling feebly, the tiger paying it no heed, one of his fore paws pressing down on his abdomen, leaving bloody streaks as the claws dug into his skin.  \n “A, Allah protect me...\", my master cried out, high pitched, like a child crying for his parents, only to be silenced as the Rakshasa's hand closed around his neck, making him cough and whimper helplessly as he pulled him up, like he was nothing but a toy…  \n “No god will save you, my prince...\", he purred, using his other hand to teasingly trace a claw over his chest, down to his still semi erect cock, leaving nothing but a faint line of reddened skin this time.  \n “This is my palace… And you, my dear prince, shall have the honor of being my meal...\"  \n And with that, the tiger's maw opened wide and I could do nothing but sit there, on the floor where I had been tossed by the brief struggle, watching in a mix of horror and a weird, morbid curiosity as my master's head disappeared between the row of white fangs, his last, coughing, squeaking cries silenced as with a loud, audible gulping sound the jaws descended and the Rakshasa's neck began to bulge out grotesquely. My master had broad, muscular shoulders, but the gaping maw just encased them, making the sweat gleaming muscles vanish in just the blink of an eye.\n\n \n\nIt was frightening and at the same time oddly intriguing, watching the muscular neck and chest of lord Ravana expand, watch the muscles in his arm strain as he so easily subdued my master's helpless struggles. His sweat glistening body was disappearing bit by bit as I watched the tiger tongue lap over his naked flesh, his pert nipples, his defined abdomen. The strong hands were pinning his arms to his hips, while his legs were flailing, making his still half erect cock flop against his lower abdomen, leaving a sticky smear of semen behind…  \n It made me feel a strange surge of heat running through my body as my own cock stiffened with a sudden jolt of arousal. I could only numbly reach down in stunned disbelief, almost shocked at how sensitive it was to the touch, swelling quickly to its full, throbbing size...  \n It felt wrong, but I could not help it, could not prevent myself from slowly running a finger along it, whimpering as I felt the surge of pleasure, as if I had to prove to myself it was real. I was utterly spellbound as I watched the rasping tongue cup up the dangling cock and balls, dragging them in as he grasped my master's sweat glistening buttocks, shoving him into his impossibly extended maw…  \n I let out a feeble sound as I saw his legs being tossed up into the air, the Rakshasa's hands grabbing him by the knees and just pushing him in under wet, hungry gulps as the humanoid belly of lord Ravana began to bulge out grotesquely, filling with more and more of my master. The Rakshasa's eyes were gleaming as he made a guttural sound, licking along the inside of his prey's thighs.  \n My heart was pounding and my cock pushed hard and aching against my own abdomen, feeling hot and sticky. The act seemed both horrifying and lewdly sensual. No cracking of bone, no sharp smell of blood, just raw, consuming hunger and the feeble movements of a man I had had been harboring such mixed feelings for.  \n I could not mourn his fate, only observe it, like the execution of a guilty man on the city square.  \n Nothing was left, no expensive clothing or perfume, nothing of the haughty, arrogant air, just his calves, dusted with dark hair and his twitching feet, before those, too, slowly sank into the gaping maw…  \n A loud, lewdly carnal gulp filled the air and with a final lick over the human's soles, the Rakshasa's gaping maw closed, his throat contracting with a final swallow, letting lord Ravana's face return to its regal, unnatural beauty, the perfect, majestic tiger.  \n I flinched, whimpering and mewling as I felt the burning, emerald gaze fall upon me, saw the mighty creature's head slowly turn towards me…  \n “Come here, cat...\", he said without malice, but neither with any compassion, looking me in the eyes as he slowly let himself sink down on the very same bed I had just been taken on…  \n I was shivering, trembling with fear, more than I had ever felt in my life, but the deep, commanding voice allowed for nothing but obedience. And it made a deep, overwhelming desire to give in and submit well up within me. There was no hope in defiance, no salvation, just the glimmer of a chance of mercy for those who gave themselves completely to it…  \n I was not able to look away, trapped in the gemstone like gaze of his eyes as I rose up, wincing and whimpering, ashamed at my stiffly erect manhood as I made step after step towards him, until finally I could fall down in supplication before him, my body cowering down on the bedstead.  \n His heat and his scent were enveloping me, the sharp scent of tiger mixing with rare incense and spices and a strange, fiery note, burning in my nose like searing metal.  \n I flinched as I felt a powerful hand cupping my chin, lifting up my gaze to meet his again.  \n “Good boy...\"  \n His voice was soft, deep and growling, with the hidden promise of danger and fury. His strong hand closed around my wrist, holding it like a grown man would that of a child, moving it to where his bulging belly was still full and squirming with the living man inside. I could feel the helpless struggles, thought I could hear the muffled cries, feel the churning rumble like a tremor running through me…  \n “Your master has wronged me, little cat, you understand that, do you not?\" he looked at me, trailing one clawed finger through my hair. I felt my heart beat fast and hard, shivering under his attention, feeling both fearful and strangely aroused by the sheer majesty of his powerful body.  \n “Y, yes, lord...\", I stammered, having to work past the tightness in my throat.  \n “Then you will understand that I have to punish you as well, as you have been part of his last and most severe transgression against me...\", he growled, not aggressively, but full of a lusty, hungry delight.\n\n \n\nI felt my heart thump, aching in my chest as I heard and felt it, his emotion washing over me, in the rumbling of his muscular body, the heat he radiated, the gleam in his eyes. He was like a wild beast, having tied himself down with manners and etiquette, finally allowing himself to snap his silken bonds and delight in his animal urges…  \n I did not even know where the thoughts came from, but the powerful, sheer wave of emotion seemed to crash down on my shivering, feeble body, numb my paralyzing fear as he made me look at him, made me watch as he licked his lips, bared his gleaming fangs.  \n His grip around my hand tightened, pressing it more firmly against the bulging outline of my master's body inside his and he just grinned, taking a deep breath, as if to savor my scent in the air.  \n “Yes, little cat, I will devour you as well...\"\n\n \n\nAnd as he pronounced the end of my life, purring like a big content tomcat, all I could do was look up at him, whimpering feebly, my body shaking helplessly. And all the while, my cock was growing achingly stiff, leaking a thick drop of precum, rolling down my throbbing length.\n\n \n\nThere was no escape, there was no resistance I could offer. I had been nothing but my human master's plaything and to this majestic creature, I was even less. I was just…\n\n \n\n“Yes, you are not a man, not a wild beast either. Just a kept animal, something that belongs to others...\", his sharp claws caressed my face, almost gently as he toyed with my hair, my ears, soft scritches that promised that the claws could just as easily dig into me and tear me apart...\n\n \n\n“And now you belong to me...\", he chuckled, making me whimper as I felt a sharp claw tracing my jugular.  \n “Had you not been instrument in your master's transgression against me, maybe I would have kept you for a while, let you entertain me until you would please me more by getting to slake my hunger…\"  \n He purred softly, pulling me close, pushing my head into the twitching bulge in his belly, making me feel the gurgling, churning motions.\n\n \n\n“Your master is already nothing more than meat now. He will be utterly reduced, without the mercy of swift death, alive to the very end… But for you little cat, I need not talk of mercy...\"  \n He let out a rumbling purr, his claws trailing over my shoulder blades, teasing me with their sharp touch until I was whimpering, only now realizing that my achingly stiff cock was rubbing right against the hard muscular body beneath the soft tiger fur.  \n “To you, I shall grant the honor of pleasing me, giving yourself up to me and finally die to nourish me….\"  \n I let out a soft, helpless sound, feeling a surge of heat all through my body as he guided my hand, allowed me to feel his powerful muscles, let me inhale the hot scent of spice and musk, feel the tremble of lust and hunger run through his body.  \n All I could do was look up at him with a mix of fear and complete and utter submission. He would devour me, without any compassion and I could do nothing but give myself up to the fiery, burning hunger that would consume me. I was nothing but a moth, helplessly sinking into the burning, wondrous beauty of the flame….  \n “Pleasure me, little cat… Once you have sated my lust, you will feed my hunger. I will devour you whole and leave nothing behind….\"  \n My heart was thumping, loud and fierce, as if it knew it was already counting down to my impending death. I was shaking and nevertheless feeling all flushed and hard, flustered with desperate arousal.  \n Feeling the unrelenting squirms, the churning gurgle of the stomach contorting around its prey, I buried my nose in the pale fur, feeling the straining muscle, the sculpted abs stretched over the faint outline of the human body beneath. I inhaled deeply, granted an ever so fleeting moment to take in the majestic body, like a worshiper throwing himself at the idol of his god…  \n The rumble of a content purr spurred me on, letting me know I was pleasing my new lord, touching, caressing, worshiping the muscular body, inhaling the hot musk and spice.  \n The warm daze of arousal and the sweet throbbing sensation of my hard cock felt like merciful intoxication, a haze that numbed my fear enough to let myself be compliantly pushed and gently pointed down, my face pressed against the firm muscle where a tiger's chest and neck would be and instead the bulging abdomen ended. The mighty paws were playfully toying with my body, before allowing me to slide down along the firm muscles and finally be greeted by the sight, the salty musk and the sheer, radiating heat of the glistening shaft that poked at me, already dripping precum.\n\n \n\nIt was eerily like what I had faced just this morning, when my cage neighbor had shoved his hard cock through the bars, commanding me to suck it. And I had wanted it desperately then, craved the physical contact when I had been locked up, nothing but a caged animal…  \n There was none of the rank scent of the cage, just pure, hot musk as I opened my mouth with a soft mewling sound, my face only inches away, letting me breathe him in, feel the heat.   \n The rich, salty taste flooded my mouth as I went down, letting the thick, throbbing shaft slip right between my lips, fill my mouth as I felt the powerful body twitch and rumble with another content purr. The muscular legs were twitching, moving so effortlessly to pin me right against his body, against the taught stomach of his lower half. I was close enough to listen to it churn and gurgle. It was waiting to be filled. And I was trembling with a mix of terror and a deep arousal I could barely understand.  \n It was him of course. The only he that mattered anymore, that ever would matter…\n\n \n\nHis taste was flooding me, his heat welcoming me like flames licking against wood.   \n My hands were stroking the base of his shaft as I tried my best to take as much as I could of his thick length, feeling up his heavy balls, so hot and full with the promise of his thick, salty seed. I wanted it, craved it, even if I was nothing but a useless, empty vessel for it, sucking on his cock like a kitten as I felt the heady taste of his arousal. I was lapping it up, hoping to coax more out of him, wanting all of it. He was twitching and growling, making my body shake, making me melt into his heat as he began thrusting his hips, pushing into me, making my jaws hurt, forcing me to fight for breath as he was plunging his thick, throbbing length into my throat.  \n Helplessly whimpering, I fought to breathe through my nose, inhaling his thick, musky scent, unsure whether I wanted to beg for mercy or for his release.  \n But it was neither which granted me reprieve, just a gurgling sound, a heaving of his body and the sudden pressure of movement as I felt the muscles in his body rippling and the thick, wriggling bulge in his upper stomach starting to lurch down with a swift glurk…  \n I was pushed away as I felt the squirming body of my former master come to rest just where I had been held by the muscular legs, the thick, throbbing cock bobbing lewdly up and down as his meal came to rest comfortably in his so much bigger tiger stomach…  \n He looked down at me with an amused gaze, burning emeralds transfixing me as he slowly licked his lips, a growling, rumbling sound from his again flat, rock hard abdomen signaling that there was now room for a second course. And room as well still in the gurgling, bulging belly right before me…  \n My lord had shifted to a comfortable position, lying half on his back, presenting his full belly and stiff cock, his gaze still fixed on me.  \n There was an unspoken command and a confusing surge of pure desire welling up inside of me as I gasped and whimpered, feeling my heart thumping in my chest. I hesitantly moved closer to touch the thick bulge, spreading my legs as I climbed on top of the lazily stretched out body. My hard cock pressed against the layer of fur and skin and muscle spanning over the slowly digesting meal inside.  \n “Good boy… Now show me… Show me your complete submission...\"  \n I felt the rasping voice tickling my senses, making me twitch with helpless arousal as I clung to his full belly, able to feel the outlines of bony shoulders in the curled up shape of the still living human inside. I finally could feel his stiff, slick cock slipping between the cleft of my ass cheeks, between my spread legs, clumsily aiming for my hole…  \n I was still feeling the faint ache from earlier, when my master had taken me, but even as I was fearing the pain, there was a strange, all consuming flame of desire, of need, spreading through my body. I wanted it. I desperately craved it and I could do nothing but make high pitched, kitten-like sounds as I felt the thick shaft teasingly rub over my hole, smearing me with thick, gushing precum.  \n My ears were flattened with fear and the anticipation of agony, but my body moved as if under a spell as I desperately tried to impale myself on his stiff, throbbing shaft.  \n It was hot, thick and completely overwhelming as it finally pushed right against my puckered hole, oozing its pleasure. I whimpered, bracing myself, shivering, my face burning with heat as I felt the first wave of dull, swelling pain as my abused body was stretching to let him in, let him take me.  \n It was like I was going limp all over, clutching to the churning bulge with all the feeble strength I had left as my hips twitched and I was slowly, slickly being impaled.  \n It hurt! It was too much for me to endure! It felt absolutely glorious!  \n His whole body was vibrating, making my own cock throb with heat as I felt the overpowering wave of it like a soft, merciless assault, right against my most sensitive parts. He did not buck, did not thrust, just lay there, all huge and majestic and growling in sensual delight as his muscular body flexed lazily.  \n Soft, helpless cries tore from my mouth as I desperately struggled to take more, fight against the overwhelming sensation of being torn apart, like a helpless insect flapping on the spike I was being pierced by. The urge to serve and submit was strong and overwhelming, like a reflex to his sheer presence. And feeling his lustful enjoyment of my body that was clinging tight to his big, meaty spike felt intoxicating, made me want more…  \n I was starting to bob up and down, on his shaft, as if I was trying to impale myself on a pole of hot, greased metal. His arousal was raking against my inside, making me cry like a cat in heat, burning up from within as I felt my cock smear sticky stains over the bulging stomach I was still clinging to. Pain and pleasure were clouding my mind in a feverish daze, making me shiver at every rumbling of pleasure, every twitch of his powerful legs, the heated fire in his gaze as he looked at me.  \n His fierce green eyes held a promise, one repeated every time he hungrily licked his lips. But even knowing that nothing would save me from the yawning abyss behind that row of white fangs, once I would have made him flood me with his thick, warm seed, I could not help craving it, longing for it with every helpless twitch of my body.   \n A loud, growling sound from beneath me made me yelp, my body twitching as I felt the churning gurgle, the helpless, frantic movement inside. I, I would be in there, soon, I would be, would be…  \n A deep, fierce growl joined the carnal sound of digestion as I felt a shudder running through the muscular body beneath me.\n\n \n\nAnd then, in an almost lazy motion, the mighty tiger rolled over, one hand enough to playfully shift my body about, rotating me on the thick shaft I was impaled on, as he pressed me into the covers, still smelling of my master, his sweat, his release…  \n I cried out feebly as I found myself, once again, pressed right into them, my erect cock rubbing against the soft fabric and leaving smears of precum. I felt embarrassed at the thought of staining it, helpless and panicked as the weight pushed down on me and still horny like I never had been before.  \n The gurgling bulge of my former master was pressing down on me as I found myself pressed to the ground, mounted like by a wild beast…  \n It was hot and scary and I could not help feeling a weird pride that my new lord had decided to not just lazily lie back and let me service him. No, I, I would be taken, all the way…\n\n \n\nLord Ravana let out a fierce, rumbling growl as he started to thrust into me. There was no more teasing command, just the hunger and lust of an untamed beast that merely wore civility and manners like a fine garment, easily discarded. And I could do nothing but give myself up to it, to him…  \n I could not tell how long it took, but my body was hot and trembling and aching with every thrust, my own cock hard and throbbing as I felt the flex of muscle, the twitch of hips bucking, driving his thick, hard shaft deep into me until I was screaming with pain and pleasure. His whole body was shuddering, pushing down on me with all his might as I felt the explosion of heat flooding me, as the Rakshasa threw his head back in a triumphant roar.\n\n \n\nMy own cock was throbbing, aching almost as much as my abused hole as I lay panting beneath him, feeling the last thick spurts of his seed filling me. I could not help whimpering like a needy kitten, my own release seeming just inches away as felt the front paws hold me possessively, his whole body vibrating under the rumble of his voice as he audibly drew in the air…  \n “Mrrrrrrh, you are quite the delightful little thing… How delicious you smell when you are just about to burst...\", he growled, his stomach starting to rumble again as I felt the feeble squirms of the man trapped in the bulging stomach pressing down on me. His whole body seemed to be flushed with heat and lust as he kept thrusting into me, fucked me until I felt my own cock erupt with searing heat. My body jerked helplessly, fueled by lust and panic, my ears flattening to my skull as I felt myself casually flipped over, back to where I had been, looking up at him as my body still was shaking and spewing semen. He just grinned at me, his mouth opening to a yawn as he licked his lips, wrapping his fingers around my upper arms, closing around them, slowly, teasingly working them through his hands. He was kneading my trembling muscles as I stared at him, whimpering and afraid, stiff and still shooting semen in a throbbing fountain, splattering my quivering chest in thick, creamy spurts.  \n Then he slowly took my hands to his maw, giving them a slow, teasing lick.  \n “It is time to join your former master, little cat. I am still so very hungry and you are making my mouth water...\", he said, his low, rumbling voice vibrating over my trembling fingers, feeling the rough, slick tongue cupping me up as I saw them vanish into the all consuming heat. A swift, fierce gulp sent me in to my elbows, strong hands guiding me forward as the thick, slippery shaft began to pull out of me with a lewd, squelching sound as my body desperately clung to it, like a swimmer to a branch that was saving him, if but for a moment, from the raging torrent threatening to carry him away.  \n But of course there was no respite, no salvation for me…  \n There was just the loud, lewd sound of wet, clingy flesh and another relentless gulp. The yawning maw opened wide to engulf my head, enclose me in hot, humid darkness as my teary eyes were covered in wet, hungry licks. My cheeks, my chin, my neck, grazed by sharp fangs, making me hold my breath in helpless, animal terror, making my twitching, still ejaculating body grow still as I was pulled deeper, feeling the tasting, teasing tongue push into my armpits, lapping up the aroma of my sweat.  \n Shameful heat and a confusing rush of warmth as I felt the pleased rumble all around me, the obvious enjoyment of a meal being savored as the clawed fingers played with my twitching body, kneaded my ass, cupped my balls and teased my still throbbing cock as I was plunged head first, like a young diver plunging himself recklessly into wild, surging water, right into the dark tunnel hungrily taking hold of me…\n\n \n\nI had been staring with a mix of horror and arousal at my master being devoured, just like I was being devoured myself now and I felt the same chaotic rush of emotion as the strong hands pushed gently but insistently against my ass, giving me a playful slap as I was kicking helplessly. Bit by bit, I was licked, teased, gulped down, my pert nipples offering sheer endless seeming moments of languid teasing, before a series of quick gulps offered up my navel, allowing his tongue to push playfully into the little hole, filling it up with thick, warm saliva.  \n The helpless, pitch black blindness of hot slick flesh clinging to my face seemed to focus all of me on the sensation of vanishing into him, feeling his grip shift, down to my loins as he was slurping up my still stiff cock. My hungrily lapped up cum, still dripping from my shaft mixed with the warm saliva to engulf my erection in a wonderful bath of hot, viscous fluid, granting me but a moment to hover on the tantalizing edge of pleasure before I bucked and cried out into the all-consuming embrace of muffling, hungry flesh. I was shooting cum until my balls ached and my whole body trembled under the merciless onslaught of climax, giving all of myself up to the teasing licks of his tongue, until I was left so completely spent and dazed as never before in my life.  \n By now, my hands had already entered a wider space, and with the suffocating tightness around my head and my throat, I was already pulling myself forward, scrambling for purchase like a panicked little rodent, right into the waiting, gurgling belly…  \n All that greeted me was sweltering hot air, tasting sharp and acrid and still in a carnal, primal way of my former master. I was gasping for breath helplessly, flailing as the tongue slid between my legs, pushing into the cleft of my ass and playfully nudging me down. The tight grip around my calves arrested my kicking legs, robbing me of all movement as I tried to breathe, desperately, until I suddenly realized that I was not actually suffocating, even though the air felt biting and strange in my lungs.  \n Clawed fingertips toyed with my twitching feet, teasing my soles and paw pads as I breathed in the hot, burning air, feeling it flowing through my body, making me gasp as I felt the electric surge that hit me like yet another orgasmic climax, just as my cock slipped through the tight ring of muscle, flopping out, joining the rest of me as the rough tongue now took over to lick my toes, sharp teeth grazing them as I realized the Rakshasa's maw was just about to close…  \n I was nothing more now but another meal for the mighty, majestic creature whose warm seed was still oozing from my hole…  \n A final gulp forced my legs and finally my twitching, slicked up feet to join the rest of me as the churning walls forced me to curl up, pressing down on me in a soft, spongy embrace.  \n I could hear my lord and master growl with pleasure, felt his body shift, making me slosh and flail about, as the thick, viscous slime was covering every surface working its way into my fur, coating me with a warm tingle…  \n I was just where I had felt my master before, squirming in the tight confines, nothing but prey helplessly wriggling in the unrelenting grip of its predator, unable to escape anywhere but right into the waiting arms of death…  \n And at the same time, I could feel it, all around me, the cruelly lustful and selfish pleasure, the delight of the predator savoring his meal…  \n Not just the hunger and grateful satisfaction I had felt when slinging down the feeble scraps thrown to a slave like me, this was, sensual…  \n It was the deep, blissful ecstasy of carnal delight, sex and food and the lust of the hunt all suffused into an ecstatic afterglow that made my cock stiff, aching with more arousal than I could ever find relief for.  \n And it was all his…  \n His cruel, generous reward, letting me bask in the rippling waves of his delight as his strong hands pressed down on me, toying with the bulging shape I must have been making beneath his perfectly sculpted muscles.  \n I squirmed, my body jerking helplessly as I felt the churning grip of the stomach closing around me, kneading me playfully, knowing it had all the time in the world to slowly break me down, churn by churn until there would be nothing left…  \n I let out a whimpering cry, not sure whether out of fear or lust, my hand gripping tightly around my cock. I could not help but stroke myself, quickly, with desperate fervor, as if I had to do something to find an outlet for the strange, invading feeling of lustful bliss. For the all consuming heat that was enveloping me, making me wince and jerk and shake with helpless terror. It was all just too much and there was nothing but the desperate desire to submit. Just give myself up, let the churning, hungry darkness swallow me, burn me up in its searing heat that was already prickling on my skin. I felt more sensitive than ever, painfully so as I could do nothing but grind my body against the spongy walls that were mercilessly pressing down on me.  \n My balls were aching, feeling so completely spent and yet I could not help but jerk my cock, press against the playful hands patting me through the thick walls of muscle separating me from the world outside…  \n I had only one world now and soon, I would be nothing but another part of it, melting into the flesh and bone and the fiercely beating heart thumping along with the rhythm of my frantic strokes.  \n It seemed like an eternity, a fever dream of lust and terror and complete abandon, until the soft, steady gurgles and churns made way to a slow, powerful convulsion, pressure like an iron grip around my slick, tingling body. Tight around my rib cage, pleasure and pain around my stiff cock, as I felt something open beneath me, my body turning, flailing in panicked vertigo until I was finally pushed face first into another, bigger chamber. And suddenly I found myself pressed against a slick mass, slippery, moving softly, making sounds like pitiful animal groans mixing with the steady, fierce gurgling symphony that had welcomed me with hungry delight.  \n Another convulsion of muscle, then the next, pressing my head against something hard, bony, no, against flesh and skin drawn tightly over a basket of bones, a rib cage…  \n A loud glurk sent the last of me into what had to be the second stomach. And the body held within it was apparently still alive, agonizingly so, nothing but a moaning mass of slick, slippery skin that seemed to start softening…  \n Arms were wrapping around me, like a desperate drowning man clinging to a fellow swimmer…  \n This man had once been my master, someone I had feared, someone I had longed to please, whose mercy and affection I had been begging for like a starved kitten…  \n But now, there was nothing left, nothing but a man who was about to become meat…  \n And yet, I could not feel any anger or malice towards him either. There was nothing but the lustful haze that had taken me over, just like the hungry stomach had taken me in. Nothing but the reverberating rumble of pleasure as our only lord and master savored the feeling of squirming, live meat in his big, bulging stomach…  \n The poor man who had once been a prince was clinging to me, hugging me desperately as we were squirming for a tight, snug fit as the walls of flesh churned and contracted around us.  \n Like lovers, we were squeezing against each other in the sweltering, tingling heat. Like a lover, I pressed my face against his chest, tongue rasping over his nipple as I pressed my aching cock against his abdomen. He was moaning, seeming half insane as he bucked helplessly, until I could feel his own stiff, slime slick cock pressing against me.  \n Was this still, still his punishment? I could not tell, could not know what my lord made him feel while he was mercifully drowning me in his own ecstatic bliss, but it did not matter…  \nI was beyond the terror of my impending demise, beyond questioning anything. There was nothing but the unrelenting heartbeat counting the remaining moments of my life and the certainty of the all consuming heat slowly eating up everything I was...\n\n \n\ncould do nothing but give myself to it, letting lust and the ecstatic pleasure dissolve me as I was rubbing my stiff, throbbing arousal against the poor, miserable man, pressing against him as if to melt into him and share the merciful, sweet burn of lust as I felt my body starting to dissolve and everything fade away into the relentless fire…  \n It was nothing but the sweet feeling of the mating act finally burning into the waves of release and the never ending moment of climax until finally, after a sweet and yet so fleeting eternity, there was nothing just heat and lust and him…\n\n \n\nThe Rakshasa stretched languidly, licking his lips to taste the last traces of the sweet life fading away within him, looking down at the bulge, already beginning to soften, soon to slowly dwindle into nothing but muscle and fur and hungry fangs…  \n He would call the boy, Samir, let the sweet, proud and yet so willfully submissive little cheetah feel the lingering traces of life force as they would melt into him. He might perhaps pout a little, but…\n\n \n\nIf there had been anything redeeming about the foolish prince's transgressions, then it had been to put little Samir in his place…  \n And if he would be a good boy, that place could just as well be riding his cock as he would have the satisfaction of seeing the punishment of the foolish mortal to its very end…  \n Oh yes, indeed, that would be most delightful…  \n As delightful as it had been to make the little pet submit to him, worship him and then sweetly, ever so deliciously melt and burn away into him…\n\n \n\nThe Rakshasa was purring softly as he stretched on the soft mattress, savoring the lingering taste as he let the deliciously sweet anticipation and reminiscence mingle like the taste of fine wine...  \n And, indeed, it did not take long for the curtains to part and the young man he had been thinking of to step into the room, the sparkling emerald green eyes meeting his.  \n He just smiled, seeing how within the lovely boy, indignation gave way, first to disappointment, then to the toothy smile of satisfaction at justice well served as the slender fingers toyed with the pretty clothes his t body was wrapped in.  \n Shadows danced on the wall, until a lithe, beautiful spotted cat, humanoid and felid body merging just as they did with the Rakshasa, slunk towards the bed, head submissively lowered, making chirping sounds as the little head rubbed against him…  \n Lord Ravana smiled, pulling the younger male up to the bed, his arousal already beginning to swell as he felt the sweet little thing nuzzling against him.  \n He knew what the boy wanted and he was willing to let him, especially when it so amusingly mirrored the pose of the little pet now slowly being digested within him. Samir was rubbing against the soft outline the cat and his master made, nuzzling and kissing the Rakshasa's chest, letting himself be pulled closer…  \n The cheetah prince's fiery passion made for the most delightful digestive and the mighty tiger did not waste time to make the smaller cat serve him, like a willing page…  \n No pouting after all, just that lustful eagerness as he let himself be taken against the softening bulge, rubbing against it as if to spur it on as it ever so slowly began to shrink. As flesh and bone and life force were taken in by the Rakshasa's ravenous, lustful hunger…  \n And getting to empty his hot seed into his willing lover only made him all the more hungry to take in everything of the little feline who had previously filled the very same position…  \n Finally, panting, reclining lazily with the whimpering sweet little thing nestled against him, the Rakshasa half rose, feeling a fierce, rumbling pressure from within.  \n A growl, a convulsing wave hitting his body and with a loud, gurgling cough, the Rakshasa spat out a glistening ball of long, dark hair, mixed with light brown, topped by something dark and round…  \n It landed on the soft carpet, carelessly tossed there, making the spent, panting cheetah purr as he curiously peeked over the muscular body of the tiger. By now, there was just the barest outline of a slightly distended belly bulge in his lower half…  \n The Rakshasa chuckled, reaching out and slowly picking up the ring of corroded iron, lying on top of the small pile.  \n “I have a souvenir for you, Samir...\", he smiled toothily at his lover, running a claw over the half melted seal that had been stamped into the metal ring, before putting it into the cheetah's hands.  \n The boy seemed just a little flustered as he looked at the grinning tiger who slowly licked over his lips.  \n “...so you will always remember what I do with bad guests who offend me and those who are mine...\"  \n He winked, pulling the little cheetah closer, inhaling the sweet scent and feeling him shiver in the most adorable way as his hands ran through the spotted fur.  \n “...as for myself...\"\n\n \n\nThe Rakshasa chuckled, trailing off as he pulled Samir into a hungry kiss, teasing him playfully as he let the satisfied tingle of a double course of both an enjoyable meal and equally enjoyable lovemaking suffuse him with a pleasantly warm afterglow.  \n For lord Ravana, the price of hospitality had been most deliciously paid indeed...","series":{"name":"Vore Stories","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1550667-a-bacchanal-dinner-rp-with-nipatie.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1661278-ghostbusted-this-stream-s-gonna-end-in-mayhem.json"}}