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There was barely a sound when the servants closed the door, leaving the room empty except for a naked, chained charcoal black panther. He sat on his knees, arms raised over his head by cuffs that were chained to a metal support a few feet out of reach on the ceiling. Short chains connected thigh cuffs to ankle cuffs, ensuring he stayed low to the ground, with a flashy ring gag inserted into the back of his jaws to disbar him from speaking. Silver and gold adornments ran over his body, decorating his muscular frame and dark fur, while several choice piercings still relatively fresh hung from his nose, nipples, and navel. His exposed shaft sported five gold barbells perfectly spaced out along the underside of the flesh, with one more ring resting on top of his ballsac, and a long cascade of studs trailed down his spine from his nape to the base of his tail.

A former prince himself, the now enslaved royalty flexed his fingers and gold painted claws to keep a decent amount of blood flowing through his arms and forepaws. It had been but a week ago that his father's kingdom fell to the ravaging horde of barbarians, with his father being executed and his two older brothers taken as slaves for labor. Their army had fought as well as they could, but the numbers had been too overwhelming and their fighting fierce and brutal. As others had been taken as workers or farmers or weapon and armor smiths, one of the chieftains had taken a lurid attraction to the youngest of the princes and decided to choose him as his spoils, rather than a weapon or sum of gold from their treasury.

Though their kingdom had decent defenses, their region of control was not that large, nor close enough to other powers to be given support. In time, the barbarian hordes had closed them off, and after months of running them dry of supplies, stormed the city and won against tired and starved soldiers in under two days. For those who hadn't been killed, many soldiers were forcibly conscripted into fighting for the barbarians. Some ran with what little energy they could find, but the desert lands stretched on for dozens of miles and it was a safe bet that few, if any, made it to safety before succumbing to the heat and dehydration. Jasper faced a different fate.

Jewelry covered many parts of his body: a two tiered choker, collarbone chains wrapping around his upper chest and back, silver cuffs around his ankles and wrists, with flowing chains that spilled down his arms and legs. Even his piercings were gaudy, with symbolic gems dangling from rings and barbells and a tight cuff near the end of his tail with a chain that trailed all the way to one of three rings pierced through his taint. Though he did look objectively beautiful, Jasper felt no dignity from his attire. What he did feel, however, was the long, silver studded phallus that had been inserted into his rectum hours ago in preparation for his body being claimed by the chieftain.

Time crept on by in long seconds, but seemingly fast minutes. Lubricant slowly leaked out from his speared anus, the metal buttplug sunk far enough to enter a couple inches into his colon. His breaths remained shortened as the light weight of the gems hanging from his sore nipples stung every time he shifted his restricted body around. Not in any position to fight it, the black panther felt a creeping sense of dread invading his psyche. How long would he remain here? Was there any chance of freedom ever again? No answers came to him, but his ears finally picked up the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the resplendent hall just as his nose caught the scent of thick musk and sweat.

They fell more loudly with each stride, stopping in front of the closed door. A grunt preceded the twist of the knob and then in walked a male that Jasper instantly knew to be his new master and owner. White fur ran down a thick frame, dark red eyes locking with Jasper's own gold ones, a leering smile growing on his face as those ruby orbs traveled up and down his captive body. A sharp nose sniffed pleasurably at the scent of the perfume the servants had oiled into the panther's fur and a long tongue spilled out to lick his lips before moving closer.

Standing just under six and a half feet tall, the white furred bat still sported his cuirass, shoulder armor, and two serrated blades that Jasper had personally seen slay a few dozen soldiers during the assault. Those red eyes matched the blood stains matted into the winged mammal's short coat, and his smirk hid the full capacity for violence behind sharp teeth Jasper could almost count for how long those jaws remained open. Walking over to the table that was once Jasper's study, the chieftain peeled off the rest of his armor, then his clothes, before turning his naked form back to the captive prince's.

"Yes, you will serve me well."

No other words were spoken before he approached his chained prisoner. Jasper couldn't avoid mentally acknowledging the long, deep red shaft that hung from the chieftain's crotch, reaching midway down his thick thighs with balls that were each bigger than the panther's entire sac. His butt clenched in fear at the notion of it at full mast and buried deep underneath his tail, but fear wouldn't save or defend him and so he tried to push that feeling away and remain as brave as possible.

The bat towered above the panther, his waist meeting the feline's open jaws. Deep musk ran over his nostrils before long fingers wrapped around the back of his skull and pulled his muzzle into the chieftain's crotch. His cock remained underneath his chin, but was already stiffening up, the tip grazing against the middle of his ribcage as it filled with blood. Jasper struggled to breathe through the damp fur, unable to resist against the strength behind the bat's arms, muffled moans through his open jaws chuffing the crotch fur against him.

Seconds passed on as his captor drug his scent against his new slave's lips and nose, coating them in his warrior reek. Smells of dried blood, sweat, and dirt pasted into the panther's airways, overwhelming any other stimuli in the room. Jasper had never experienced such indignity before, nor such unrepentant dominance. Tears welled up in his eyes, thought mostly from the harsh smell. Closing them, the black feline tried to focus on other things, but in his efforts, felt that batcock sliding further up his chest, hardening and lengthening.

Precum had already begun to dribble out of his owner's meat, the glans swelling, even throbbing slightly as it began to exert upward pressure under the panther's chin. Jasper groaned as his new master ground his crotch against him even harder, starting to grind up and down, smearing precum onto his chest in growing amounts. Rivulets soon began to dribble down his wettened fur, trailing down the grooves of his muscles. The formidable shaft hardened up the rest of the way within a minute, and left a few long trails of precum in its wake before the bat finally let go of Jasper's head and stepped back to allow his batcock to stand up freely.

Gold pupils dilated as the panther, at long last, saw the immensity of the length of flesh in front of him. The orbs below looked even larger than before, but above them stood a proud and very erect shaft. Fourteen inches was the best estimate Jasper could figure, though he didn't have too long to calculate as the chieftain stroked his left hand from base to tip, draining out a long stream of precum onto the panther's lips and into his forced open mouth

Jasper would have spit the fluid out as a reflex if he could have, but the position of the ring gag made the contraction too difficult to commit to. Instead, he flinched as the translucent liquid trailed down his tongue, introducing him to a flavor and essence he would undoubtedly become so very familiar with in time. Another few long strokes of the bat's schlong left lines of precum dripping down the panther's cheeks and chin, the chieftain above him sneering dominantly, enjoying the slow humiliation of his beaten and owned adversary.

"Hope you like the taste, slave."

A grunt was all the cat could muster as the precum slid down his throat and dribbled out of his lips, almost wishing he could swallow just to lessen the embarrassment. Within seconds, he realized how futile it would have been as the bat kneeled down in front of him now, scooting closer until their lips met and his flesh pushed up against the panther's chest. All Jasper could do was moan in despair as the bat's tongue snaked into his mouth, slithering to the back of his mouth and then several inches into his throat. If it were not for the ring eliminating his ability to gag, he would have for sure.

Fingers slid all over his back, running over each of the sixteen metal studs implanted into his back, tracing his backbone from neck to tail. They caressed the muscles there, as the feline was no twink, having trained for years for battle. Here though, those years had proven to be no match to the horde and now, they simply existed as more for his owner to enjoy teasing. The long tongue kept dancing forward and backward, exploring every ridge of his slave's throat and mouth, lips pressing against lips, saliva mixing with precum to drool out of their mouths. With the bat forcing him to lean backwards, the mixture fell primarily on him, beginning to progress past dampening his chest fur to soaking it.

Sounds of wet smacking cracked against the walls of the room that was once his, but now he simply endured the sexual onslaught as the bat claimed his body in the lewdest of manners. Jasper moaned as his mouth and throat were constantly assailed by the chieftain's flexible tongue, shivering as claws danced along his back, tensing as they slid down to caress and squeeze his butt cheeks. His own claws clenched above him, his arms still held by those chains and cuffs. He wanted out, but there was no possibility of escape, yet some part of him was beginning to like it.

Before he had a chance to process such a thought, the bat dug his claws into his sides and growled just as semen launched out of his shaft. Pulses spilled out as the fourteen inch monster unloaded itself all along the panther's chest and belly and neck. Smears of cum plastered over Jasper's frontside, each pulse spilling seed that hit the underside of his chin and rolled back down his already drenched fur. One final time, his owner toyed his tongue inside the feline's throat before pulling back out with a slurp and leaving the cat slave to pant and gasp for air around the thick saliva that bathed his esophagus.

"Looks good, but needs more."

Broken gasps took a while to mellow out to long, ragged breaths, having to initially choke through the viscous spit to open his airway once again. Ounces of spunk drooled down his front, thick rivers of white marking him ever so thoroughly. Jasper felt gross and humiliated, but at least it was over with for now, or at least he hoped. When he looked back at the bat chieftain, however, all he saw was his still hard shaft now leveled with his lips. Seconds later, it was gliding deeply into his mouth.

Jasper nearly panicked as the still hard, still very wet schlong sunk between his locked jaws and slid halfway inside. The tip pushed against his esophagus, this time much thicker than the tongue was before it. Pre streamed down the panther's throat, the bat growling in satisfaction, giving his slave a few seconds more to breathe and ready himself before the other half pushed down into his gullet. Only offering a few seconds of recovery yet again, he quickly pulled all the way back until only his tip rested on Jasper's lips. Sneering downwards, he stepped forwards, tilting the cat's face until it looked directly at the ceiling, and then sunk back down to the hilt, causing a lewd squelch to spill from the panther's throat.

His shaft was thick enough that air couldn't effectively pass through Jasper's throat in order to fill his lungs. Shallow stutters were all he could manage as that cock now worked through his oral passage, the precum bathing his tissue to allow for even smoother thrusts as his owner picked up his rhythm. The up and down motions caused the new slave to move a few inches with him, which in turn reminded him of the metal phallus lodged up into his butt and colon. Groans were muted under the cacophony of wet slurps, but the intense stimulation against his prostate and sphincters made his clench and shudder.

The rough stimulation was more than enough to bring the muscular felid's cock up to full mast, the length now beginning to pulse, throb, and leak its own fluids. Sensations of cum on his fur and flesh sickened the once regaled prince, but there was nothing he could do but endure. Spunk from the first orgasm still flowed down the fur on his torso, beginning to ooze puddles onto his thighs and even his testicles. He strained to keep up with the long humps rolling in his throat as precum started to seep into his stomach, the shaft throbbing heartily and streaming like a faucet inside his esophagus.

Snarling with dominant delight, the bat pulled completely out of Jasper's mouth, precum and leftover saliva filming between cheeks as he coughed and gasped for air once more. Several more long strands of precum fell onto his cheeks and muzzle and ears, staking a claim he'd fulfill shortly, of that there was no doubt. Jasper coughed up what he could, lowering his muzzle to use gravity as a support, After a minute, he was able to clear his throat enough to take full breaths again, though in the interim, the chieftain continued to bathe his face in the clear fluid spilling from his shaft.

"Mine. All mine. I shall make it so."

All of a few more heaves were taken before the bat gripped the panther's precum soaked jaws and forced his gaze upwards again. Leaning down, the bat let a very long trail of drool splatter and drain down his pet's tongue before he positioned his dick and slunk back inside, stopping only when his balls rested under the bitch's chin. Jasper practically gagged, but at least he felt lucid once again. At this point, he had found some level of stability in his mind, even as his body writhed from the excessive stimulation in his ass and throat.

His nipples stung badly as the bat began to more forcefully breed his esophagus, the rough fucking making them swing even against the stickiness of the slowly evaporating fluid. The vertical movements of his frame were now lessened from the easy gliding down his gullet, though Jasper soon found himself involuntarily bucking on the phallus probing his rectum in an attempt to derive pleasure from the experience. Some part of him wanted to enjoy this, no matter how repulsive the abuse was -perhaps just to abate the anguish- and he was ill equipped to deny that desire anymore.

Mewling around the thick, long shaft, Jasper felt his chest warming slightly as heated precum kept spilling into his stomach. Based on the increasingly erratic movements of the bat chieftain still fucking his throat, climax couldn't be much further away. His vision began to blur at the edges again as the oxygen concentration in his bloodstream faltered. Limbs shook as the panther reflexively struggled to gasp for air. In shock, the bat suddenly removed his entire cock, yelling as the flesh swelled. Jasper managed to catch a single breath before hot jets of bat cum spilled into his open muzzle.

Jasper tried to lower his muzzle, but the bat impaled his muzzle first, sinking further and further down to bathe his whole throat in jizz, each pulse further drenching the tissue. Choking on the fluid, but with just enough oxygen to survive the climax, the slave felt his stomach heat up and stretch. The sensation of satiation ran through him even as the bat kept pulsing strings of cum into his organ. Seed that was forced out as the panther gagged flowed back out of his mouth, pouring down his face from his lips, staining the fur alabaster and filling his nostrils with his thick reek.

A few more heavy pulses fell on the slave's face and filled his mouth before the stream slowed to a long dribble and then ceased. Jasper gagged and choked on the fluid for several long seconds before lightly regurgitating a stream of it from his stomach and slumping his head downwards. His long hair was now matted with the viscous cum, his eyelids coated in it to keep him blind. Even the elegant accessories that had been affixed to his neck were muted in color against the white ball juice.

The bat chieftain stepped back, admiring how thoroughly the defaced once-prince glowed in the light of the room. His shaft slumped somewhat, with two vigorous rounds of sex having sated most of his lust. However, this was a special night and a proper consummation of ownership of another male simply had to include a rough ass fucking. Over a quart of semen still clung to the panther slave's fur and face, with a cup or two in his stomach; the bat's balls felt lighter, but he knew one more quality load remained and he was determined to empty himself inside his prize. Besides, he wanted to hear the cat mewl and see him tense as the bat made him cum, and there was only one proper way to do that.

Popping the cork on the vial he had placed down when he undressed, the bat drank half of its contents, before stopping it and returning to the cat. Already, the heat surged into the chieftain's body, one that centered on his crotch. He growled ferociously as he walked around and knelt behind the still heaving kitten. Those red eyes leered lustfully over his mostly unmarred back, most of the gold studs still shining with an unmuted light, only the first few coated with the torrent of spunk he's just bathed his slave in. Bringing his hands up, he finally unshackled the exhausted panther, helping him lower his arms and stretch his legs a bit before pressing his weight down onto him.

Jasper groaned as blood started to fill and warm his arms again, then whimpered as pain lanced through the muscles in his legs as they stretched back outwards. The pain dampened rather quickly as enough blood had settled into his lower half that they just felt heavy more than anything else. As he was pushed down onto the soft floor, he felt the cum press into the rug, groaning as he remembered how much his father spent acquiring it and how he liked lounging on it in between training and studying.

Relief washed over him as he felt the gold dildo removed from his guts, though his intuition informed him it wouldn't last long. Propping himself on his forearms in a desperate attempt to retain any last shred of dignity, he was caught off guard as long fingers slipped under his arms. He mewled again as they found his cum coated nipples, a harsh wince dropping from him as they teased over the slick flesh. His asshole winked open and closed, and then stayed open as the bat took little time in filling him up.

A choked gasp that spittled more seed onto the rug fell from his lips as his body was invaded by the bat's flesh a second time. His maw gaped, still white from the previous load, groaning as his captor sunk all the way up into his colon, driving deeper than the plug had. Clenching his gold painted claws into the rug, Jasper whimpered as the bat bottomed out fourteen inches inside his guts, spearing him deeper than he could imagine. It was like being bred by a stallion and all his backside wanted was to force him out.

That, however, was an impossible task to manage and all Jasper could do was shiver and clench his pucker as the bat lingered on top of him, tongue dancing along his ears while drool started to fall on top of his head again. Dexterous fingers toyed with the rings pierced through his nipples, pulling and twisting lightly, promises of more intense play and abuse once they were fully healed. Jasper's whole body ached from being so thoroughly worked over, and he whimpered as the bat above him began to draw his long dick back, gliding out nearly a foot before he drove back inside, smacking his hefty balls against the panther's secured sac.

Ragged mewls and throaty snarls soon echoed nearly as loudly as the wet squelches of flesh rubbing against flesh and powerful thighs humping against trapped ones. Each thrust was deliberately long and forceful, making the panther slave shake as his black tailstar was endlessly throttled. Precum had already begun leaking into his depths, lubricating even the furthest reaches of his insides. Jasper panted desperately, clawing into the rug with all four paws as the chieftain pounded him. His own shaft throbbed below him, his balls swollen and begging for a release part of him still didn't want to partake in.

The chieftain huffed above his slave. He was well aware that the relentless abuse he was enforcing upon his new prize wasn't something he could do often, but there was no holding back tonight. Hours had been spent drinking and celebrating, getting into fist fights while the remaining free civilians tried vainly to escape. They had guards covering all exit points and within a few days, almost every felid soldier and citizen would be theirs to command and dominate. Such fine creatures, obscenely regal, yet very well trained for battle. Most others they would have killed and eaten, but these warriors showed heart even in defeat.

Heart was only worth so much, though. It did nothing to salve the humiliation that had already come to pass, nor what was approaching. The bat continued to drool all over the black leopard underneath him, savoring the gratification he felt in dominating the former prince. His hips were fatigued from battle and fucking, but he willed them onwards, all fourteen inches of his manhood straining with blood. Precum practically flooded out of his tip, the whole length engorged from the potion, so very ready to spill its final load of seed. He hissed as each thrust sent shocks of bliss through his whole cock, holding off for longer to ensure every drop he had left in his balls filled his pretty bitch.

Both bodies were tense, each member hard as rock and as swollen as could be. Jasper craned his neck upwards, short gasps at least easy to catch now that most of the bat's cum had drained down his throat or out of his lips. His whole body shivered with delirium, the rough assault in his buttocks and prostate causing cum to simply glaze out of his urethra. Breaths started to catch as his body tensed, growing heat building behind his pelvic muscles. Muscles flexed in his inner thighs as he hopelessly tried to fight off his orgasm, but the floodgates were opening whether he wanted them to or not.

An almost pathetic, but equally exhausted whine flew from Jasper's lips as his cock spasmed, balls pulling up as much as the gold ring allowed them, cum spraying violently onto the rug beneath him. The panther couldn't help but arch upwards, fingers and toes clenching, claws flexing, as his balls, prostate, and spire throbbed. He cried out, practically screaming as the bat drove hard into his passage, purposely directing each thrust against his nub. The bat scrubbed it dry, moaning out in his own pleasure from how hard the panther's insides were gripping his length.

After about twenty seconds, the feline collapsed on the floor, eyes rolled upwards, jaws still locked open, arms sliding out from under him as he splayed out, defenseless. Small, short, raspy breaths and long whimpers fell out in large quantities as his body gave in and his master kept thrusting. Stars danced in his vision, and the residual flavor of cum mixed with an outpouring of his spit, streaming out over his chin.

Barely able to hold his own stamina any longer, the bat stretched his slave out, gripping the feline's adorned wrists with his hands, spreading his legs out. Leaning down, he scruffed the cat's nape with his teeth, almost hard enough to draw blood. A low growl rumbled and built inside his throat, vibrating out into the wet charcoal fur, his body smacking a few more times before he sunk deep. Fucking only a couple inches in and out as rapidly as he could, his vision faded to white at the edges, red stars fluttering in his vision. And then he came for a third time.

Cum rushed up the entire length of his worn out cock, undulating through the shaft before gushing out deep into the large intestine of his pantherine slut. Another one followed, and then another, absolutely painting Jasper's insides. The vial had sent his production into hyperdrive and now it was all pulsing vigorously into the slave prince. New mewls quivered out of the black furred feline, his body tensing underneath him. By the fifth throb, cum started to backfill and weep around his shaft, and the sixth brought forth the first of what would be a cascade of disgusting squelches and splatters.

There was no real way to describe the experience other than having dozens of wet eggs laid inside his guts. His body felt uncomfortably hot, and his guts stretched as over a pint of jizz flooded every crevice of his colon. Cum began to seep out, initially draining down his taint and balls before several more pulses caused the fluid to splatter out in an extremely lewd fashion, a beautiful and obscene cream-pie smeared over his butt cheeks when it was all said and done. Both males panted for a couple minutes as more spunk leaked and sprayed out.

Too exhausted to even squirm, the panther still wanted nothing more than for the bat to pull out, but he remained hilted for a few minutes longer, savoring each sensation as his shaft slowly softened. Jasper remained awake only from the pressure in his intestines, the severe discomfort growing as he began to whine and shift very weakly. Growling above him, the bat pushed in even further, forcing his slave to endure the intestinal bloat for a little while longer before sliding his arms backwards until they gripped the panther's hips.

"Sleep well, slut. Look forward to next time."

With that, he grunted as he stood and lifted up the feline's splattered butt a couple feet off the ground. Tilting him entirely vertical, the bat finally pulled out the rest of the way. Caterwauling from below, Jasper's face grimaced and his hole winked a few times before white jizz began to spill out in pulses, and then spit out in a jet that reached half a foot in the air, falling back down to his thighs, balls, and butt. Once he was placed back down, his rump claimed as clearly as the fortress the barbarians had just taken over, the bat pulled him back to the same kneeling position he was in when the bat first entered the room.

Without resistance, the foot long, bulbous buttplug sunk back inside him. Jasper cried out as his guts were forced to remain stretched around the insertable, silver studs sharply tingling his wracked nerves and flesh. The short chains once again connected his thigh and ankle cuffs, though the bat spared his arms the circulation issues, folding them behind his back and connecting a chain between them through the ring on the back of his choker chain.

"Going to clean up and then sleep. You sleep too, but stay quiet."

The bat squeezed one more string of cum out into the panther slave's maw before wiping his hand on his nape. Without another word, the chieftain left the room, walking heavily down the hall to the bath chambers, blowing out the lanterns as he exited. The only thing left in the room besides the abused slave was the smell of sex that reeked throughout the whole room, and Jasper was very confident it would become a scent he would grow highly used to.