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Day 21: Objectification

"The Sinners' Saint"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Teryx

What happened...? How long have I been here? I remember the cafe. I went for a morning jog after having a discussion with my boyfriend... I think he's my boyfriend. I don't remember. I don't even know how long I've been here.

The cafe. I met him there. A hyena. He said he was an adventurer. No, an archeologist. Yes. And he was coming back from an exploration, I think? I don't remember. He was telling something about his travels, and I really liked him. I wanted to seduce him. I was still so angry with someone that sleeping with the hyena felt like the right thing to do. And then... and then... what happened?

I can't move. I haven't been able to move since that day at the cafe. I did... but not because I wanted to. I think he made me move. And he made me follow him here. I've been in this living room for days. I don't remember for how long. No matter how much I try, my body doesn't move an inch. I can't even look somewhere else; my vision is locked to the mirror he put before me to mock me.

I have a perfect view of myself standing over a small circular podium. He left me in the middle of his living room like a trophy of some sort. And all I do all day is watch myself standing here, naked, with my arms flexed. All day. I don't get tired. I no longer feel thirst or hunger. I have control over my thoughts, yet this does not offer me any comfort. I'm a slave inside my body.

My perception of time is disappearing, and so is my sanity. I tried to count the hours and days at first, but he kept all the curtains closed, and he was not consistent with the time he spent around. And with no mouth to express myself, how else am I supposed to express my frustration? I have screamed in the deepness of my mind for so long that it's starting to become my only thought.

For how long am I supposed to stay like this? What did I do to receive a punishment so sick? I no longer care about finding out how he did it. All I want is to leave this rotten podium and go back home. Before I forget the way back there and the face of the male who waits for me.

But with each passing second, I feel more and more memories slipping through my fingers like sand. And my sanity is spiraling down into madness, begging me to stop thinking. Stop remembering. Stop counting the seconds. Just... stop.

I know time hasn't frozen because he likes to come and admire me. He sits where I can see him and stays here for a while. He says nothing. He just watches me. Sometimes, he uses me. He has a particular liking for my paws, but my pits and pecs receive some attention. And it's when he's close to me that I can perceive that sickening desire, and the flame of a corrupting lust in his eyes.

I think his name was Sparx. A hyena named Sparx.

I heard voices in the distance. That's... new. I don't remember people coming here before! Could it be...? Am I being saved? Did someone come to my rescue? While I can't express it, I believe I can feel the tears trying to roll down my cheeks. I'm happy! After being trapped here for so long I'm moments away from being free.

But it's weird. They're laughing. Why are they laughing? And I can hear Sparx desperately trying to explain something. I don't hear his words, but I can tell he's scared. Fear of being caught, you sick bastard? I bet that's why they're laughing. They're laughing at his misfortune and how pathetic he might look right now!

Yes. Laugh at him! Mock him! Make him feel pathetic!

"No fucking way..."

I don't recognize the voice. It's a male, and he's big, judging by the sounds of his steps as he runs towards where I am...

A black stallion. He's huge and strong, with eyes blue like the sky, and silky hair tied in a ponytail. And he looks... happy? Why is he smiling like that? Why isn't he horrified?! YOU SHOULD BE SAVING ME!

"This is fucking amazing! Did you find it on your latest expedition?" The Stallion asks.

"K-kind of..." Sparx reply. He's standing next to me. The stallion is blocking the mirror but I know he's there.

"Looks too realistic for a sculpture made by an ancient civilization."

A sculpture?! I AM NOT A SCULPTURE! Whoever said that is behind me. It's a soft voice, and there's doubt in his voice. And it should be, I'm alive!

"You'll be surprised at what old civilizations can do." That's Sparx talking again.

What? No, I'm not a sculpture. I'm alive! I need help!

"It's still impressive. You always find the weirdest shit, man," the stallion takes a closer look. He reeks of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Judging by the way his body wobbles, he at least has been drinking a lot.

"Let's talk more about it over dinner, shall we?"

They're leaving. No, wait! Come back here! I need your help! I'm not a sculpture! I'm not a sculpture!

But it doesn't matter how much I cry. They won't listen to my words. The only one listening it's me.

...

They've been at the dining table for quite some time already. I can't tell how long. Minutes? Hours? I hear them talk and laugh but I don't care what they're saying. I feel again this hopeless crawling up my back. The impotence of not having control over my body to send a message. And this desperation throws me back into that spiral of madness that is sucking away the little sanity I have left.

And that's when they come back. The smell of alcohol is even stronger now. I notice that first, then their voices.

The one I didn't see first was a fox of orange fur with white on the chin. He has a sly and smug expression as if he knows what is going on. But how is he supposed to know it? A living statue? It's ridiculous even for the one standing on this podium.

The alcohol doesn't seem to affect his arrogance. All the contrary, he approaches to take a closer inspection at me. Maybe he'll figure out the truth. Please do, please... save me.

"It's even better from up close. The details are astonishing."

"Yeah, it even feels real."

It's the stallion who says that. He's behind me. Fuck me he's tall. I can feel his warm breath on my nape. The reek of alcohol mixed with cigars is... intoxicating. Devious fantasies are filling my head while he puts both hands over my shoulders. He's rubbing carefully but with a sexual intent palpable on each movement from those huge fingers. I can't think straight...

"Impressive, isn't it...?" Sparx sounds nervous. He's afraid. And he should be! They're gonna find out any moment now!

"They even made the slit realistic."

The fox is on his knees. His delicate fingers are playing with the edges of my slit. Why is it so sensitive?! And the stallion is licking my pits, his long tail leaves no inch behind.

"Fuck! It even smells good," the stallion praises me, a compliment that puts some blush on my cheeks.

Why am I feeling this?! Why is it so intense?! I can't move my body yet I'm forced to feel their touch! And it's so... so fucking good. The stallion keeps kissing and licking my pits as if it were my lips. The fox presses his nose against my slit, slowly shoving it in. The alcohol has awoken their libido and shot down his reasoning. They see me like some kind of ancient sex toy!

And it makes me feel disgusted that I can't ignore this pleasure nor can I ignore what they're doing. I see my reflection, my proud dragon self reduced to a mere sexual toy for their sickening's so intense it's melting my brain. I don't want this! I hate this! And being unable to express the joy I'm being forced to experience just makes it worse! It's so strong and I hate that I want to moan and beg for more. These thoughts aren't mine! These desires do not belong to me!

I've felt like this before... I remember, at the cafe, while Sparx was licking my paws. I hated every second of it and yet my cock was throbbing and dripping like crazy. And not in a single moment I was convinced that was what I wanted...

The stallion has moved down. He's now rimming my ass while the fox is licking my slit. God, the pleasure is tearing me apart! I can't handle it anymore! I wanna moan and squirm but no matter how hard I try my body refuses to leave. And it's so frustrating! It's an itch I can't scratch. It's a yawn that doesn't come out! It's so... so...

"Bloody hell!"

The fox jumps away. In my reflection in the mirror, I see the reason... my cock has gotten out of the slit. I wanna look down but I can't, yet I perceive my strong musk overcoming the reek of sweat and alcohol coming from these two. Even the stallion stops rimming to check on my throbbing shaft.

"What the fuck...?"

This is it! This is the time to confess! You have no choice but to say the truth and release me! And that's what he does. I don't see him but I hear the fear in his voice as he starts to explain what he did to me. The excavation and the gemstone, and the strange powers he had over people. And I know he's terrified of having to admit his sins.

But as he continues, the fear spreads to me when I notice that, instead of shame and disgust, the stallion and the fox look at me with wide smiles and lust in their eyes. And only when both studs began to take off his clothes did I understand they did not care about me at all. They both have that same flame in their eyes, the one I see in Sparx's eyes whenever he approaches me.

Lust.

In a drunkard rampage, they kneel before me to praise and worship me like the statue of a saint. Their hands and mouths share the burden that is pleasing my throbbing cock, and the pleasure that was already unbearable becomes... an absolute nightmare. And I'm forced to watch... I see them in the reflection...rubbing and licking... kissing each other... pure and total debauchery before my eyes.

God... I can't... it's too much. I can feel it... cracking my head open. It's like pumping air into a balloon. And it keeps getting bigger and bigger, and I can't handle more of it!

I'm in tears. They're rolling down my cheeks as I speak. And my cock throbs against my will, prey of a pleasure that has me already on the verge of climax. And these two... they don't stop. They keep worshiping my cock like a deity; his behavior is more and more desperate with each lick they give.

Wait... is this what the hyena did to me?

"Move, toy.."

Sparx's voice. I don't hear it. It's a thought that crosses my head and moves my body against my will. I still can't move my eyes, yet I see in the mirror how I get off the podium. Without thinking, I adopt a crouching stand, my arms, and claws up in a threatening way.

"Go on, boys. Have some fun."

The hyena is standing right in front of me. He's completely naked, with a vicious smile that shows his huge fangs. His right hand attends the throbbing cock while the left one holds something tightly. And that's all I can see, but I notice from the corners of my vision the fox crawling below me.

"Fuck, I need this..."

He's out of his mind, and so is the black stallion, who has moved behind me. I notice his tongue the moment he starts rimming my hole again. They aren't thinking, and I can't put the blame on the alcohol. Something else is controlling them. Something sinister...

Saliva falls from my maw when the fox, using my pre as a lubricant, impales himself in my cock. FUCK. IT'S... IT'S SO TIGHT. And I'm already on the verge of climax but this isn't enough to make me cum! Holy fuck! Why does it feel so intense?! Each inch of cock that goes in feels like another step closer and closer to my climax, but I can't cum! But it's not enough! Why isn't this enough?!

His insides are so tight and hot. And the stallion is already shoving his tongue inside my ass. This pleasure... this is madness! Tears and saliva fall from the mess that is my expressionless face, and it seems to please the sick bastard that is Sparx, who stands there, witnessing every second of my body being abused!

And I can't help but want more and more and more of it...

The fox is ramming himself against my cock. The stallion is fucking my ass with his tongue. And he's standing there. No shame or fear in his eyes. He's like a completely different person. And so I am...

This pleasure is... something is breaking inside me. Who would have thought... that instant before a climax could be so long and so... so... mind-blowing? What kind of pleasures have I been missing all my life? How puny my life before this moment feels now? More... I want more! More! MORE!

The hyena isn't in front of me. I feel it. He's standing behind me. He's somehow... different?

"Relax, toy. You'll be more than just a saint for sinners to worship."

His voice is deep. Secure. Confident. I don't hate him anymore. I wanna praise and serve this male. Why? WHY? I can't tell! I can't explain but I just want to!

And when he takes me in his embrace I don't reject him anymore. He shows me love in a moment when they're using my body. And I want his love above all things! So I accept his embrace and let him be a part of me...

Yes... a part of me. I feel it. I feel his love invading my body and his essence fusing with mine. And it's the most glorious feeling I've ever experienced! It's an ecstasy forbidden to mere mortals, the pleasure given by a god itself! His glorious touch is crushing my mind, not meant for me to be understood. My body is nothing but a conduit for his message.

Why did I fear this male? Why did I hate his presence? Now that I'm seeing him for what he is, I feel honored to be used by him. My body belongs to him. My freedom has no meaning anymore, for I have another purpose as the one who shall deliver his message. I am the host of a God!

And I feel him inside me. I feel his glory invading my body and it's pure bliss! I move, but it's not me who is controlling him but Sparx. I am nothing but a witness of his power. And witnessing is what I do when he grabs the fox and fuck him harder than no one has ever fucked him before. A ferocious beast is what I have become; the embodiment of lust itself, controlled by the carrier of the cursed gemstone.

The gem has fused with me too. It comes through my chest and lays there, spreading its influence to those lucky enough to see it. And Sparx, using my body at his will, turns the fox into the first slut blessed with his seed. The vulpine can no longer moan or scream, the intensity of each thrust too much for his weak body to handle. Yet this did not stop my Master, who rammed harder and faster with each thrust.

Until that glorious climax finally arrives. And I am here to experience it! The bliss... the joy... Heaven on Earth... an instant that lasts an eternity, translated into the potent roar of a ferocious dragon that makes the house tremble. My, no, HIS seed floods the fox's insides, the biggest load I've ever shot; so big the little slut can't handle it: it leaks not only out of his ass but also through his mouth and nose, having flooded every part of his weak body. He tries to keep it in by holding a hand against his maw, yet it proves useless for his glorious seed.

Before it ends, he makes me pull it out. My cock is still erect, and the last shots of cum bathes the fox's back and the stallion's face. He throws a deep growl and stretches, getting used to his new body. I am nothing but a mere witness of what he has planned for me.

The stallion is speechless. The fox keeps spitting cum. And Sparx takes some of his cum in his fingers to taste it, sharing the seed with me. Salty. What a glorious flavor. He smears some of it over the gem embedded in his chest. And for a moment I have a taste of its power; the ancient being that had been worshiped for centuries, the god of lust and debauchery. And I am lucky enough to be his messenger.

"I believe I'm the kind of God this world needs."