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The Power of Pain

Part 6

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

Cerise's first thought when she woke up was that she was cold. Very cold. She reached out with her magic to try and heat the room, a simple enough spell for anyone with sufficient power, and her thoughts turned to panic when the magic refused to work.

The dragon-kitsune's eyes opened wide, and she stared at the far wall of a strange chamber. The rock walls were entirely black, stained with the same power that had so easily defeated her. She tried to get up, but she could rise no higher than her knees before she was yanked back down by something pulling at the back of her neck.

What...how...

As far as she knew, there was nothing around Rallsin that could serve as this sort of prison. Either she'd been knocked out for a very long time, or the goddess had teleported her somewhere much further off. Considering the power of Bast, either was possible, and the implications didn't settle well.

Gritting her teeth, she held up her arms. She stared down at her hands, trying to ignore the cold still - as well as the implications of having bare arms, and what it might mean for her clothes - and tried to focus on her magic. Cerise took a deep breath, forced it out through her nose, and then breathed in again. And again. And again. Each time, she tried to focus on the magic that was in the air, tried to imagine it coming into her and mixing with the magic inside. If she'd been too exhausted to use magic, that should have given her at least a little to work with.

Yet, no matter how she tried to reach for it, there was nothing. It was as if she was in a magical dead zone.

The dragon-kitsune clenched her fists, her claws pricking at her palms. She could feel that there was still magic inside of her, but it was distant, like it was locked away. Surely that was impossible; that power was kept from the gods themselves, so how could Bast -

Bast is here physically, though...

That was the terrifying part. The goddess was actually there. Not some far-off being that had to work through intermediaries or other agents, but a physical presence, complete with all the power that that brought along with it. That meant that Bast could do things that everyone else had said were impossible.

Damn...damn...

When the fire still refused to come when she called, she let her arms drop. She leaned back -

"Ah!"

Only to feel just how cold the stone was against her back. Cerise hissed, her tails twisting behind her, and she finally realized just how fucked she was.

She was naked, tied up, and alone in a room that canceled out all of her magic. Any chance of being held as a regular prisoner had just gone right out the window, and the fact that Bast had kept her alive when she had fought back as hard as she could meant that she faced something horrible. She didn't know what it was just yet, but she knew that it would be completely horrifying.

She gritted her teeth, trying to be brave, but all she could think about was the fact that she was alone. No Nigel, no party, no...no Kain...

She was alone.

The tears came after that, and she pressed one hand to her face, whimpering under her breath. Terrified of what would come, she pulled her legs in tight, feeling her knees bumping against her bare breasts, feeling the cold settling in from beneath. The rough rock behind her dug into her back, but it was better than the choking feeling that came when she tried to lean forward or pull away.

What am I going to do? What do they want? What...what's going to happen to me?

All those questions burned in her head, and she couldn't think of a good answer. The hybrid leaned her head down -

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of claws on stone caught her ear, and she lifted her head. A gray-green sergal female stepped into the room, and she stared.

The female was naked, smirking at her, almost seeming to flaunt her nudity as she stood with her legs further apart than they needed to be. Some white oozed from between her legs, and - was she pregnant? It was hard to tell; her belly was swollen, but not to the point of a full pregnancy, and a big enough, well-endowed male might have left her...overfilled. Cerise blushed, bringing her gaze up from that stretched, dripping slit to the other woman's face.

"Who...who are you?"

"My name is Maeve. You're Cerise, right?"

"Yes. Please, you - you're not one of hers, right? You can't be, you're not a cat. Please, please, let me loose." She held up her hands. "If you just get me out of here, I can -"

"If you're Cerise, then you belong right where you are."

"W-what? No, please, I didn't do anything wrong. I was tricked. I just -"

CRACK!

One moment the sergal was standing on the far side of the room, and the next, she was right in front of the hybrid. The crack of that palm slapping across her face was more than she expected, and she was left breathless, stunned, shaken from what had just happened. Her eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open.

"What...why..."

There was no immediate answer. Instead, the sergal looked down at her with a smirk.

"You were Kain's girl, weren't you?"

"...You...you knew him?"

"He's alive and well. And he's only a few rooms away."

Her eyes widened further as she stroked her stinging cheek. The idea that her former lover - the only one that had truly cared for her - was so close by almost took some of the fear away. Then she remembered what she had done, and she knew what had happened.

"He...he asked for me to be...tortured, didn't he?"

"Heh, not quite."

"What did he want?"

"Revenge," Maeve said, squatting down in front of her. "Revenge on everyone that hurt him. And he traded everything that he had to get it."

"Is he okay?"

"He's alive. And happy. Which is more than he got from you at the end of things, isn't it?"

Cerise hissed, clenching her teeth together as she glared at the sergal, but the glare did nothing. She lost all intensity to it after a few seconds, too, looking down at the floor. She just...

Without someone at her side, the fury kept dying out, extinguished by shyness and depression. She had fucked up, alright. Everything that she had, everything that she could have had, she'd thrown away when Nigel offered her something different. She could have kept it, could have kept Kain. He was so kind, so gentle, that she probably could have gotten what she needed from him if she'd just asked. But no, she'd needed it taken, and that...that had been where everything had gone wrong.

Another slap followed, forcing her to look up at the sergal again. Maeve grinned at her, and those teeth were terrifying.

"And now, I'm going to teach you the lesson that you should have learned long ago."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to make you his, properly."

"He...he'll take me back?" Cerise asked, whispering with the faintest of hopes on her lips.

"No."

"..."

"No, he has many females, now. You'll just be the back-up, another breeder that might give Bast a few magically-talented children over the course of your life. You might earn your way into the favored ranks, but he'll never take you back. He's too busy enjoying himself. Enjoying me."

"Y-you?" She looked down again, saw the white fluid oozing from the sergal's sex. "Then...that..."

"Is his."

Cerise couldn't believe her ears. It had to be a lie. There had to be something that she had missed, something that would prove that it wasn't Kain's seed. Almost out of desperation and instinct, she leaned forward, sniffing, hoping that it would be an unfamiliar seed. She would have settled for that. She would have lived with the indignity of sniffing at a sergal female if it meant that she'd proven that her lover was still chaste and...and...

And it was his.

Her eyes widened, and Maeve's narrowed. The sergal grabbed her by her new collar, lifting her up. The chain that was attached to the back came loose, and she gasped as she was lifted off her feet. Maeve looked up at her, chuckling and shaking her head.

"It's his, alright. And the only way that you'll be his is when he's done with me and all the other breeding females that we have. He's gained a...preference. And if you don't fit that, then you won't get him at all."

"Nnngh..."

"And if you cry, you'll be less than nothing. You'll be dead. Your tears won't save you here, unfaithful girl. There's no one to save you anymore. There's no-one who cares. If you want to stay alive, then you'll do what you're told - not that you have a choice anymore - and make sure that you're as sexy as possible. Otherwise..."

Otherwise...what? She'd be dead? Cast out? She didn't know, but she knew that the punishment was going to be horrible regardless of which one it was. There was nothing she could receive that would go well for her, so...so she'd have to do what she was told. That was all. She could do that.

She had learned how to do that very well with Nigel. As long as someone told her what to do...

This is what you wanted...

The words came to her as if from a distance, a voice that was as magical as it was powerful speaking them. She knew that it had to be Bast. Who else would have that tone to them, that mocking, tormenting smirk to the words? The hybrid lowered her head, nodding in understanding.

"I'll do what I'm told."

"Good. Then finger yourself."

"What?!"

Smack. Another slap, and she stumbled back against the wall, her breasts rising and falling. Maeve leaned in close, the sergal showing her teeth.

"Did you not hear me? I said, finger yourself."

"Y-yes, ma'am."

"And make sure that you call me Mistress. I'm so much higher than you that I could grow a cock and fuck you myself if I wanted to. There's nobody around who'd care. Not even Kain. The only reason I don't is because I want a turn on his dick later, and I can't do that if you're busy on mine."

The idea of getting rutted by the sergal was as reprehensible as she could imagine, and she shivered, biting off the vomit that wanted to come up when she held that mental image in her head. She slowly lowered her hand to her pussy, gently stroking around the outside, teasing herself, trying not to get too riled up right off the bat. She didn't like the idea of being watched while she touched herself, but at the same time...

Think of Kain. Just think of him.

So she did, and for a time, that worked. She was able to force herself to think of her former lover. Nigel was long gone from her mind, someone that she didn't even want to remember existed anymore. The black cat, her old lover, the one that had cared? He dominated her mind. She remembered his gentle touch, the slow way that they made love, and it was enough to get her wet.

She was just starting to get into it when Maeve grabbed her hand, pulling it away. Cerise hissed softly, only for the other woman to pull her close.

"I don't recall telling you to get off."

"...You didn't. No. Sorry, Mistress," she said, barely remembering the title in time.

"Come with me."

They walked out of the cavern, but despite the lack of darkness on the walls outside it, she didn't get her power back. The magic was as distant as always, and she wondered if she would ever be allowed to have it back again. The hybrid kept her head down as she followed behind the sergal, hearing the low sound of bestial grunts and thrusts from left and right as they walked along. She kept her tails down, not wanting to show herself off, but not wanting to try and cover herself and get in trouble. She settled for keeping her tails over her ass and keeping her pussy covered by keeping her thighs pressed tightly together.

Maybe that would be enough? Maybe.

They came to a sudden halt a few minutes later. She looked up, curious as to why, and her mouth fell open at the sight before her.

It was Kain, alright, Kain as she had never seen him before. The black-furred cat was muscular, thick in the arms, legs, and shoulder, no longer the willowy male that she remembered. His body was hunched over, and between his legs was a tigress sucking on his cock. The other female was heavy-breasted, her nipples leaking with milk, and her hands were busy between her legs, rubbing her pussy and getting herself off as Kain rammed her head down on his cock.

"He's been very busy since you abandoned him," Maeve said, whispering in her ear. "Ever since I educated him on what he could have, he's been almost insatiable. Just like my old lover from the past..."

"He's not...he's not..."

"He's mine, though. Mine, and Bast's. You gave him up. You could have had this, but oh, you were greedy."

"I was tricked...I swear..."

"No, you weren't. We've seen the past. We know what you wanted, what you were. Whore. Slut."

Cerise whimpered, looking down at the ground, not daring to look up as the wet smack, smack, smack of flesh on flesh continued. She knew what was happening in front of her, knew that it was only going to get more obscene before it was done. The sound of swallowing, the sound of sucking, the sound of fucking and cumming -

The tigress moaned all of a sudden, the splitter-splatter sound of juices hitting rock filling her ears. Her nipples were hard, poking through her fur, and despite her humiliation, she wanted that. She wanted to be treated just like that.

This isn't...this can't be...

She glanced up at him again, her tails twitching ever so slightly behind her. She looked past his cock - bigger than she remembered, definitely bigger and thicker - and looked at his face. Despite the changes, despite the furious, fierce look on his muzzle, she recognized his eyes. It really was Kain, just...not as she had ever seen him before.

"Nnnngh!"

Suddenly, the black cat thrust forward, burying his cock up to the hilt in the other woman's mouth. She gagged, gasping, trying to pull away, but Kain grabbed her by the back of the head, holding the tigress down. Cerise watched the bulges of his cum oozing down her throat, filling it up and then making it go flat again. She watched as his balls rose and fell, rose and fell, delivering seed that would have impregnated villages from just how much he was letting loose down her throat.

And then the tigress fell backwards, her eyes wide, her legs falling open. She'd cum, alright. Her inner folds were still clenching, her clit throbbing, her entire body shaking as she drooled her juices along her other hole to the ground. Her mouth was a mess of cat cum, too, drooling out of the corner of her muzzle.

"Darling."

Maeve's word grabbed the black cat by the neck, it seemed, and he whirled around. His eyes fixed on the sergal with a hint of feral love, something that cut Cerise even further down to size. He didn't even look at her; it was like she didn't even exist for him.

Don't you remember me? she wondered. Don't you have any pity left for me?

If he did, he didn't show it then. Instead, he walked away from the drenched, shivering tigress, approaching Maeve with his arms outstretched. He pulled the sergal to him, pushing her back and dipping her down. She moaned as he kissed her, and the sergal shivered, her pussy clenching, squirting out more of the cat's cum. The show was utterly humiliating, reminding Cerise of what she no longer had. Doubtlessly, that was the sergal's purpose in letting it happen.

Then it ended, and they were both standing again. The green-gray sergal pointed at her, and Kain finally seemed to take notice.

What little hope she had left faded at that moment. He looked at her with hate, with rage, with everything but the affection that she remembered. Whatever he had forgotten, he had not forgotten what she had done to him, how she had betrayed him. She looked away, unable to meet his eyes.

"You."

The word was nothing more than a growl, but she still heard the word in it. She opened her mouth, then let it shut again.

"You. Do you know what you did to me?" he asked, stepping closer to her, a black shadow of a cat as he leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Do you know how much you hurt me? What you left me as?"

"...Yes..."

"You're the monster here. Worse than anything else in this cave."

There were no words to answer that. She looked down at the ground, instead, not saying anything. Not until she felt a heat along her belly. Cerise huffed, hissing as she pulled her arms around her middle, feeling something growing warmer and warmer against her flesh. It was magical, she realized.

"What...what is..."

"A slave mark," Maeve said. "A gift for you, dear," she added, rubbing the black cat along the shoulders, gently pushing him closer to the hybrid. "She's yours. Nothing but a slave, to breed if you like, or ignore if you don't. But she'll never betray you again. That mark will make her more and more devoted to you every time you fuck her. With every climax, she'll become more and more addicted to you."

Cerise gasped in shock, her eyes widening at the implications. If that was true, if she was going to lose herself that badly...

She looked down at his cock. It was bigger than it used to be, and what it used to be was...well, not meager, but average. Now, it was a few inches bigger than Nigel's, and thicker, too. There were days when she could barely take what the Doberman had to offer her, and she didn't know if she would be able to take what Kain had, now.

She looked up at him, trying to find something to say, some way to apologize, some begging plea that might get her out of this -

And then he looked at her. His eyes glowed, and her eyes went wide. She arched her back as a pleasure seized her by the crotch, leaving her thrusting against the air.

"Ah...ah..."

She gasped for breath, trying to pull back, but her legs spread further and further, the need that she felt getting worse and worse. The curse mark glowed brighter against her belly, but it was Kain's glowing eyes that held her the most.

You will be bred.

The voice was the same as the black cat's, but it was in her head rather than her ears. She shook her head, trying to deny him -

You will be bred. And you will cum.

"AH!"

She screamed as her sex suddenly clenched on its own, heat and warmth and more spreading through her as she came right on the spot. Cerise went up on tiptoes, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as her vaginal walls clenched around nothing. Every little spasm was another surge of pleasure, and her juices ran freely down her thighs, dribbling around her knees before pooling at her toes.

With nothing but a look and a thought, he'd made her cum. The sheer power that implied sent shivers down her spine.

"Get on your knees," he muttered, and she had no choice but to obey, falling down to all fours. She raised her tails, showing off her holes, and was instantly humiliated and aroused with how wet she was already.

It was only when she fell to her knees that she realized that she was surrounded on all sides by other felines. She had been so embarrassed by the fact that she had been brought to Kain like this that she had only had eyes for him and the floor. Now, she could see the glowing eyes of at least a dozen other feline females, all of them looking back at her, all of them holding their arms around pregnant bellies, and each and every one of them oozing his seed from one hole or another.

She tried to drag her tails back down, but it was too late. Kain had a grip on them, yanking them yet higher, and she yelped as he slapped her across the ass.

"Keep them up, whore. You're going to take it, and take it hard. You're my bitch, now."

The words were so different to the Kain that she had loved, but they were enough to keep her wet. The idea of belonging to him again, even on this low level, was more than she had ever hoped for after Nigel started pushing her away. She would take it. She'd take this and everything else that he was willing to throw at her, as long as it meant staying with him for a bit longer.

His cock slid between her thighs, heavy, hot, and hard. It was just big enough for her legs to be forced further apart, exposing her pussy, and then he pulled back slowly. The barbs at the tip of his cock tickled at her sex, reminding her of just how -

Squelch.

He slammed in, that first brutal thrust ripping through any expectation of gentleness and kicking the air right out of her lungs. Cerise stared straight ahead, her mouth hanging open, her eyes going wide.

"Ah...."

She wheezed as the air was forced out of her, unable to so much as shift position as he started pulling back. Those brutal barbs raked along her inner walls, forcing her tight again even as he was lining up for the second -

Squelch.

Squelch.

Squelch.

Each thrust knocked the air right out of her lungs, but that wasn't the worst part. That was reserved for the sheer pleasure that came from each thrust, the rough use building up a need in her that she had never felt before. Even Nigel at his best hadn't come close to this, and she bit her lips as she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. Her breasts swayed beneath her, her tails curling up and over her back as she felt his balls swinging forward, slapping her clit in punishment every time that he hilted with her.

"Ah...ah..."

The gasps for breath turned into something else, something more desperate, hungrier than she expected. Each time that she felt his barbs as he slammed in, she felt another surge of excitement, another rush that was entirely down to her body needing some affection, some touch. The curse mark flared, and she could feel another orgasm coming. Her toes curled in anticipation, and she bit her lips to try and stifle the sound.

It didn't help when he started pulling her back against him, the hint of claws through her fur reminding her that this was never going to be the loving, caring intimacy that they had once had. They were never going to do that again. They were just going to rut and fuck and -

He slammed in hard, and it was enough to take her over the edge. Cerise screamed despite herself, clenching down on his cock, pulling it into her depths and holding it there. She could feel every inch of him, every bit of the pain-pleasure that came from the barbs at the tip, every little bit of that feral manliness that was already driving her mad. The curse mark burned, and she moaned out loud as she felt like the shape of that shaft was burning itself into her. She knew it, knew it intimately.

"Ah...ah..."

As soon as she stopped clenching, he was thrusting away again, forcing her on towards another orgasm. She could feel that fear fading, the worries, the anxieties about Bast and herself slowly disappearing from her mind. They didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing mattered but having Kain again. She could only have him if she satisfied him, if she made him want her, and that meant...

That meant being better.

That meant being...being sexier.

Being a good girl.

Being a naughty girl.

Being his girl.

She moaned for him as he started to bottom out again, picking up speed, ramming into her so far that she was half-sure that his cock was ripping her up from the inside-out. Yet, it didn't matter. Not anymore. All that mattered was getting him to breed her, to fill her up, to soak her womb.

Fuck me...fuck me...

She started to roll her hips back. Some part of her knew that this was a bad idea, that she was sacrificing herself to the lusts inside, that she was giving in to some kind of trap. That part didn't have a chance against the part that needed Kain so badly.

More...more...

She slammed her hips back, taking him up to the hilt, feeling that stiff rod ramming into her again and again. He was holding her down now, pushing her head down to the floor, and she went with it. Her breasts squished against the cold stone, and she didn't care that the chill ran through her nipples.

All that mattered was his cock in her. That breeding stick, that...that shaft...that...that...

Oh gods, it was hard to think. His cock was fucking her stupid, and all she cared about was getting more. Her tongue hung out as he hammered into her, her toes curling, her pussy clenching down again.

"This is where you'll stay from now on," Maeve said, squatting down beside her. "Nothing but the back-up toy. Something that he can use when I'm tired or too pregnant to move. You're going to be his, I suppose. But never more than that. Never more than the one that he uses when nothing else is available."

She opened her mouth to protest, only to scream as another orgasm ripped through her. She arched her back, squeezing on him, whimpering as she looked over her shoulder at him.

"Nnngh...m...mmm...."

Cerise couldn't even talk. Her mouth didn't want to work. Her hips were struggling to keep thrusting back, and the curse mark felt like it was burning all the way down to her womb. It was impossible for her to focus any longer, and she stopped trying. As long as Kain was willing to keep fucking her, that was all that mattered. The part of her that was afraid, the part of her that had wanted to stop Bast, no longer mattered. It was getting buried beneath the pleasure, and she felt better for it.

Bast sat on her throne in the depths of her cave, holding court as she had come to do after conquering most of the known world. There were some few holdouts here and there, some species that had sufficient power to turtle up and stay out of her immediate reach, and they had come to beg for some treaty or other. She looked down at the dragons as they made their case, tapping her fingers on the black stone that served at her throne.

They were talking about tribute, or she would have already lost interest. They spoke of gold, jewels, and even the breeding rights of some of the lesser species under their claws. It was sufficient to turn her interest from them for the moment. Besides, the dragons were sufficiently powerful that they would make conquest a trifle difficult, and she had enough little irritations on her claws at the moment.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye at the rutting pair at the far side of her courtroom. It was Maeve and Kain going at it again, the sergal riding her chosen lover on one of the rocks. She was the only one that he would consent to let push him down, to keep him on his back as she took her pleasure. The gray-green sergal moaned like crazy, too, unable to help herself.

Then again, Bast imagined that the female would never be able to help herself again. She had a lover that would live as long as she did or longer, considering that Kain had the blood of a demi-god now. That meant that he was functionally immortal. It would be interesting to see just how long Maeve's obsession would last with someone that she wouldn't outlive.

Further off in the corner, she could just make out the curse-marked hybrid. Red, white, and brown, the dragon-kitsune sat on the balls of her feet, staring at the rutting couple on the rocks, her eyes wide as she waited her turn. The many long tails behind her twitched and moved like a cat's ears while she watched, and while her face was focused, the jealousy that she felt for Maeve was plain as day.

Consider this my torment, girl, Bast thought. You had it in the palm of your hand, and you threw it away. Now, you'll have it again, but only when he chooses to have you.

"Is this acceptable, oh great one?"

The dragon's offer. Right. Bast let the terms play through her mind again. Her weight in jewels every month, three hundred breedable females every year. Yes, that would be sufficient. The black cat goddess nodded.

"You will have your treaty."

"Thank you, oh Bast."

"Now, leave."

"But, uh, the paperwork..."

"It will be done. Now, leave."

The goddess gestured, opening a portal for the dragons to flee through. They were quick enough to depart, likely understanding that they were best served by not challenging her decisions at that point in time. They were gone in seconds, and she closed the portal behind them, not wanting to leave an opening to her inner sanctum.

The black-furred goddess got to her feet. Rainbow Lux appeared, the tama bowing from her floating orb.

"Your greatness," the tama said. "Is there anything you require of me?"

"Yes...I want you to see to it that we have a better breeding chamber. The one here is getting a little...crowded."

"Where shall I put it, Mistress?"

"Somewhere to the north. Well away from here. And we can send those two to it," she said, nodding at Maeve and Kain. "He's served his purpose, and she will be insufferable as long as he's around so she might as well go with him."

"As you command, Mistress. Anything else?"

"Yes. Wash up. You stink of your toys as badly as she does."

The End

Summary: Cerise is finally brought back to Kain, and she is exposed to what he has become. The breaking begins.

Tags: M/F, humiliation, sergal, hybrid, dragon-kitsune, dragon, kitsune, cat, bast, goddess, breaking, curse, vaginal, orgasm, addiction, cum, breeding, magic, forced orgasm, series, fantasy,