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Jasper could still feel the wetness in his fur after he woke up to the light of the sun. His new owner had come in an hour after breaking the panther in, ruffling his headfur a bit before falling asleep in a bed that used to be his own. All night, the feline slave felt his guts sloshing and gurgling, occasionally farting out a wet, weeping stream of backlogged cum from his intestines, sliding around the dildo that sunk about a foot into his anus. His gagged lips had dribbled more of the bat's semen for two hours, mixing with his saliva to generate strands that dangled for inches from his chin.

Sleep had been difficult in his position, but the exhaustion from the battle, stress, and ruthless fucking had finally won over. Wanting to wipe his eyes clean but remembering his bindings, Jasper squinted through slitted eyes, his pupils thin as they were met by sunlight for the first time this morning. He felt a little ill from the bat cum he drank, bloated and gassy further below. Held open for an ever increasing amount of time, his jaws ached, wishing to relax and close. Drool still spilled over his lips and dribbled onto his matted and slathered crotch.

His ears swiveled about somewhat, catching what noises it could. The sounds of heavy movement, of large and muscle bound brawn trudging unceremoniously through the hallways and corridors. The panther caught what he thought were the sounds of pleading servants and other captives further away, but in his state, they were further away than the Sun. The notion of never even leaving the room again felt terrifyingly possible. Dread sat in his guts like his master's sperm had all night.

A growl rumbled in his chest as his stomach tried to spur him on into finding food, but there was nowhere for him to go and no way for him to leave. Oh, how desperately he wanted to stretch his cramped legs and arms, and goddamn, he needed to piss. His bladder ached dearly. 'At least I can take care of this,' he thought to himself, not finding any reason to care about what little remained of his dignity, and then whimpered in surprise. He simply couldn't.

Facing downwards, the cat saw a gold rod sticking out from inside his urethra, his bejeweled shaft shimmering in the light of the room. Flexing his still relaxed and sleeping length, the sensation of metal against tissue ran the entire way down. A spasm from his prostate nearly made Jasper cry out, feeling it try to clamp down around the metallic invader, spreading just a little further until a sharp sting from deep inside let him know that it was inside his bladder. His sphincter gripped around it in return, the rod thicker than it was used to opening, but the sounding rod had no give. The concubine didn't remember the tool being inserted, leading him to assume it was done while he was sleeping, perhaps to ease the pain of such an intrusion.

That was when Jasper recognized the acrid smell wafting from beneath him: urine. Though his bladder strained, almost as full as the panther imagined, small dribbles fell out from the closed off top, as if the sounding rod was hollow. He had heard of these devices before, insidious tools meant to take even basic body functions away from slaves, and often sex slaves especially. Groaning helplessly, the feline trembled, starting to truly realize the level of submission and subjugation his bat owner meant for him to experience.

Speaking of the bat, Jasper's ears flickered as he heard a figure stop in front of the door, opening it a few seconds later after the sound of a lock being undone. Shivers ran through his spine and tail, knowing what might happen to him, but perhaps he might let his poor feline slave relieve the dire need in between his legs. Panting and squirming slightly, the panther's eyes met the red orbs of the bat's, his master in full barbarian armor, covered in sweat and lather from what Jasper suspected was training.

"Slave hasn't gone anywhere. Good. I have use of you. Hard work in the pits today."

Turning towards the same table as he had the night before, the bat took off his armor, leather and leaves and fur that covered and protected the muscular frame of his owner. Jasper couldn't help but feel somewhat impressed at his body, but it was shaken away by the fear he felt as the bat grew more and more naked, until his owner yelled at an, as of yet, unseen servant to take and wash them. A smallish wolf rushed in, gathered a few pieces and promised to return for the rest once he was done with what he had. A gruff chuff and nod were returned, and the door closed once more, leaving the owner and slave alone.

Red eyes turned back to the feline's body, a familiar leer tainted with lust growing on his face. Naked once again, the barbarian moved closer until he knelt down to meet his gaze at eye level. Jasper mewled through his ring-spread jaws, the studs through his tongue shaking as he broke his gaze to look down at his body, trying to draw the bat's own perspective to his strained bladder. Trying to squeeze out a few more drops, Jasper pleaded with his owner.

"Learning place quickly, I see."

The panther hated hearing such praise, stated with a matter of factness that came from a high ranking barbarian that was used to getting whatever he wanted. However, he couldn't look away for even a moment, as the bat gripped him under the chin, steadying his sight forward. Barely able to let loose a mewl of despair, the panther felt and saw the bat's tongue snake out and glide into his maw, diving several inches into his throat before their lips met.

Heads pressed together, the bat used his other hand to glide along the panther's back, teasing slowly over each one of the eighteen dermal studs lining the groove of his backbone. He slid his tongue down as deeply as it could, driving against the very base of the slave's own appendage. Gagging sensations spasmed around the thick spit-snake, but the metal ring in the panther's jaws kept him from committing to it, allowing the bat to conquer his throat easily.

Minutes passed on as Jasper tried to breathe in between quivering gasps and wet, ragged moans. He could feel his master's long shaft against his chest again, pulsating and dribbling out oozes of precum to wet his fur once again. The hand gliding along his back tickled his nerves, then assaulted them, alternating between light grazes and deep scratches. His own cock stood at full mast by now, the stimulation and stiffening at least belaying his bladder's cries for the time being. Huffing through thickening and copious saliva, Jasper tried to hold onto reality as stars danced in the edges of his vision.

Finally, with a disgustingly wet schlorp, the bat broke off the kiss, though this tongue kept playing with the panther's. He grinded against his slave's chest and belly, enthusiastically painting him in stringy oozes of his precum while entwining his tongue with his bitch's. Leaning forwards one more time, the chieftain tilted his sex slave's maw up and then joined their lips together for just a moment longer.

Jasper clenched his fingers and toes as a huge amount of saliva was fed into his maw, glazing over the entirety of his cheeks and throat, a bit even spilling out over his muzzle. When his head was let go a few seconds later, the slave heaved for oxygen, coughing around the viscous spit. Tears welled up in his eyes, and with no way to wipe them, the black-furred feline closed his eyelids. The shuffling sounds of movement were hard to decipher, but he soon felt himself being forced to lean backwards.

The sensation of the buttplug exiting his rectum was as relieving as it was grotesque. Backlogged cum, all of which had been lingering inside of his guts for over eight hours, possibly up to ten, spat out as it left his insides. Air felt like it rushed into his gaping orifice, slightly cooler than he was prepared for, causing him to shiver and clench his anal muscles. They barely closed, the multi inch gape spilling out another long drain of semen, soaking the first several inches of his tail.

With a few graceful moves of his one free hand -the other supporting his slut- the bat undid the chains locking Jasper's limbs. The slave moaned in relief, but also in pain, as stiff muscles initially restricted his range of motion. Slowly he brought his right arm over, using his wrist to clear his eyes, gasping softly as his back touched the warm, soft comfort of his velvet rug. It felt heavenly, though within moments, his arms were slowly stretched back out until his hands rested a couple feet past his head.

The bat chained them together, using the hand that had previously been supporting his back to keep them straight out. His legs, just starting to regain some circulation and flexibility, were lifted up until they rested over his raised waist. Spread out to either side, the slave's open asshole flared and weakly winked just a few inches from the bat's elongated muzzle. His black length throbbed in the center of his field of vision, the five silver barbells muted by the saliva and precum that coated it like a glaze.

His upraised asshole gaped in a way that had the bat chieftain rowdy. Moving both hands upwards, he slid them along the sides of his slave, gliding his claws tightly against the skin and wet fur. Grooves in the slave's coat furrowed behind his fingers until his hands rested just beneath the panther's hips. Steadying his body, the bat then moved a bit further to grip the feline's built thighs, spreading those legs out in a lurid and obscene way before he dipped his head down, pressed his lips against the quivering tailstar, and slid his tongue deeply into the bitch's guts.

Jasper practically cried out in protest, but the saliva in his throat was too thick. That tongue slid easily into his backdoor, lips pressing against and making out with his pucker to seal it shut. The sight of his own body was humiliating and it was only a small respite that at least no one was there to view. His accessories only served to accentuate the forced sexuality, the butt chains practically glued to his cheeks via last night's cum, and the panther knew more of the bat's seed was to follow in short enough order.

He knew moving his arms around would displease the chieftain, so he kept them still, though the wrists and fingers clenched and tightened and relaxed aplenty. His legs shook with fatigue, held aloft in such an unnatural position and angle. Precum dangled from his sounded pisshole, the opening stretched out around the ribbed rod that would likely never leave its new home. Cumming would certainly feel different now, an idea that only now entered his mind as fresh saliva began running between his thighs and down his asscheeks, just starting to tease the nerve clusters there.

Above him, the bat eagerly feasted on the catastrophic mess he'd left behind while adding plenty more. He moved his highly flexible tongue around inside his slave's rectum, even teasing the sphincter that opened into his colon. His hands gripped at and deeply massaged the panther's inner thighs, grinning to himself as he felt the cat cry out and squirm as millions of sensitive nerves responded strongly to his fingers. Groaning in wanton lust, the bat fed long trails of his slick spit into Jasper's beautifully claimed anus. He made out with the helpless hole with passion, enjoying an activity he rarely got to do with such a gorgeous male.

Jasper's groans had morphed into gasps and cries of pleasure, his body being assaulted in such a way that he couldn't help himself. The tissue in his rectum quivered from the endless work from the chieftain's tongue, the relentless donation of saliva into his hole turning it into a bubbling, frothy mess. Liquid drained into his large intestine, his receptors so hyperstimulated by now that he felt the coating move along inch by inch. Spasms wracked his prostate, leaving the panther to mewl and cry, his legs now shivering from fatigue and the bat's continued work on his thighs.

When his climax hit, the slave wasn't even prepared for it. His cum began to spill onto his face and into his mouth in long, oozing globules. Pulse after pulse followed, his prostate swelling up and rapidly throbbing. Jasper's cries were strangled, his fingers digging into the rug beneath him, more cum spilling out as his insides were vigorously worked over. Bliss overcame the slave. He slumped into his master as the final strands of semen dangled from the screwed on bead of his sounding rod, threatening to add to the alabaster mess chaotically splayed along his muzzle.

Just as quickly as it had entered, the bat slurped his tongue back out of the feline bitch's guts. Several times, the panther's hole queefed, splattering frothed saliva out to spill down his taint, butt, and hamstrings and thighs. The bat rubbed his legs a few more times, more gentle with each second, before lowering the slave's saliva slathered crotch onto his lap, resting his hard, engorged cock on top of him.

"Name is Rakule, but you refer to me as Master. Do not speak unless spoken to. You get one chance."

Jasper wasn't immediately sure as to what the bat referred to, but as Rakule leaned over him, moving his unbound hands behind his head, the panther let out a sob of relief. With tender care, the bat unclasped the feline's ring gag, safely pulling it from his maw. A mixture of cum and spit and even sweat spilled out over his lips before the slave could maneuver his jaws around at all, but there was instant gratitude in his eyes as he could finally relax them and try to swallow the cemented mix.

"You will still wear at day, but if good, not at night. Nod."

Without a second thought, the panther slut nodded. A mental register went off in his clouded head, concerned about how easily and reflexively he submitted, but there was nothing he could do about his predicament except make it less harsh by complying. Looking up at Rakule, all he could see was the primal desire to breed and dominate. And looking down, he saw him start to draw his hips back, positioning the cat for the tool he'd do it with to slink back over his balls and taint. With a whine from the panther, and a growl from the bat, every one of those fourteen inches plowed into him in one smooth, squelching thrust.

Saliva and spunk wept from the panther's still gaping asshole. Jasper clutched at the carpeted threads beneath him, howling as the hard flesh blasted through both sphincters. His groans were as desperate as his pucker was exhausted, shivers running through him as sweat sparkled against any still unspoiled fur. His own cock still laid limply, dangling over his left thigh, soaked in its own and the bat's fluids. Managing to lock eyes with the bat, he had barely a second to try and settle before his master knelt over him and pressed his lips to the slave's.

Just as before, the barbarian sank his tongue far down the panther's vulnerable throat. Though the slave's jaws felt a bit more flexible, having gained a slight bit of their mobility back, his mouth was helpless against the driving demands of his master's appendage. Mewling around his trapped lips, the panther felt his master, no, his owner, draw his hips back at an intentionally slow speed. Inch after inch glided out of his hole, liquid spitting in front of the engorged organ. Jasper's anus' grip was pathetically weak, offering nigh but a light massage to the bat's penis until it was just past halfway out, the tip teasing just behind his throbbing and open colon.

As slowly as the bat drew backwards, he pushed back in, kissing even harder at his slave as the putrid sounds of residual sex squirted against the walls. His slave squeezed his eyelids closed in horrified disgust, but his body shook as the barbarian hilted him once more. This time, he pushed hard into the feline, grinding his pelvis tightly against the whore's hole. His kisses were fervent and demanding, rivaling the ferocity with which he'd fucked the former prince the night before.

Rakule drove his tongue forcefully down the black feline's esophagus, reveling in the gagging noises he caused his slave to make. Saliva drained out of his maw, drooling down his lips and muzzle, and as he began to pull his hips back and start rhythmically bucking into his pet, the combined effect of the sounds of wet squelching and the visual of the slave's face becoming soaked caused him to go into a frenzy. Lurching forward, the bat pushed his bitch even more so into the rug, lifting up his hips to elevate Jasper's rump. Sliding his arms underneath the feline's shoulders, he gripped the back of his head and began to simultaneously ravage both rectum and throat.

Oblivious and deaf to the panther's squirming and muffled protests, the echoes of rough, soaking wet fornication smacked around the walls. For several minutes this pressed on, Rakule breaking only a few spare times to let his whore catch a few ragged, choked breaths. He didn't even fully remove his tongue, but happily gathered his saliva to spill it back into Jasper's mouth when their lips made contact once more. The gyrations of his hips were already losing order, depth and pace becoming random. Cum and spit and sweat combined into a lather that coated the feline's asshole and spread out in a thick, white slime a couple inches from his abused pucker.

When he came, it was a wretched, lurid display. The bat continued to thrust as hot spunk erupted into the slave kitten's guts. Pulse after pulse streamed into him fourteen inches deep, smothering his colon in a fresh load of jizz. Breaking off from the kiss, the chieftain bellowed thunderously, draining several strands of viscous saliva all over the panther's muzzle, cheeks, and chin. Sexually overwhelmed, his cock responded with a vengeance as soon as it felt the touch of its master's hand. Within a matter of a dozen seconds, it was rock hard, and only took half a minute to reach his second orgasm.

Throbs of feline spunk splattered all over the whore's chest, his body too weakened to even tense up. Jasper couldn't even utter a sound anymore, as his throat was too saturated for his vocal chords to function with any success. A small gurgle was about all he could do, his climax coming to an end, white alabaster painted in chaotic ropes along his abdomen. With a small bit of strength left, the panther turned his head and spat out a large loogie of spit, gasping in a long needed, uncontested breath. Shivering, he lay there, his guts mildly distended and stuffed with bat jizz.

"Slave knows he is not prince anymore. Nod."

Jasper did as he was told.

"Slave knows his place in palace?"

Jasper nodded once more, his neck aching.

"Does slave enjoy being soaked in his master's juices?"

Not knowing what else to do, the panther forced his neck to nod one more time.

When the bat pulled his cum glazed cock out, the loudest squirt of the night slapped the walls. A gout of cum pumped onto the underside of the whore's tail, a second oozed out to drain over his cleft and rump. Jasper's eyes fluttered, his mind and body forgetting that he had only just woken up less than two hours ago. However, when he felt the bat's hand squeeze gently at the organ just above the base of his sheath, Jasper mewled and involuntarily spasmed. His bladder was so full.

"Slave will empty his, but Rakule shall do so first."

Jasper murmured in confusion, remembering not to speak words, groaning as he felt his owner rotate his frame onto his chest. His brain was too muddled to recognize what his master meant, but seconds later, he was informed. The chieftain stared with glee over how much of a mess his whore's rump was, awash with his fluids, but missing one final liquid. Lifting his softened, but still blood-laden shaft, he rested it over the cat's back and began to relax his groin and pelvis.

It took a few seconds, but soon a trickle of light yellow liquid began to flow from his urethra onto the felching feline's lower back. He saw the slave tense for a moment, but he slid his hands under his prize's thighs and held him steady as he began to piss in earnest. A groan of relief fell from slackened jaws, as did another stream of drool. Teasing his thumbs over the kitten's butt cheeks, he smiled with sadistic pleasure, finalizing his domination over the once regal cat. It had only taken two wildly humiliating copulations to break his bitch down, and as several pints of acrid urine mixed into and flooded and stained his back, Rakule felt confident the panther would never attempt to rebel against his ownership.

Jasper had never experienced this level of unbelievable degradation before in his life. It took more of his willpower than he thought he had to not try to pull away, though none of the muscles in his body had the stamina to do so. The smell of piss washed over him, spreading throughout the fur on his back, draining over his hips and ribs, even reaching his nape to run over his collared neck. The indignation was more than he could withstand, some part of his psyche faltering, and then breaking. No longer was he a former prince, no longer did his past life of royalty mean anything. As each passing ounce of piss spilled over his back, whatever pride he had left washed away with it. By the time it finally ended, the panther no longer had any question about what and who he was.

When he felt his body lifted up once more, he offered no resistance or protest. The cold, golden dildo felt relaxing as it sunk into his abused asshole for the third time. His anal muscles had been forced into compliance and now only lightly pressed against it. Even his colon offered no defense, the ribbed, bulbous head slipping into his intestine with a plop. Cum still drained out around it as the panther's guts churned. Chains attached his thigh and ankle cuffs together again, and his arms were lifted up and connected to the long links hanging from the ceiling.

The bat's versatile tongue moved forwards and teased each of his nipples for a mere few seconds, but they were long enough to make the slave shiver. Still, his bladder ached, and he looked longingly down at his crotch and then up to his owner, hoping the bat didn't forget. Unfortunately, what he was offered was the reinsertion of his ring gag. His jaws vainly resisted, but the contraption was set with relative ease, leaving him just how he was when the chieftain entered a day ago, or an eternity far as the panther was concerned. Even two days in the past felt like another lifetime ago now.

Grinning like the devil, the bat pressed his lips against his slave's one more agonizing time. His left hand teased around the cat's asshole, milking out froth and making it spittle out in lewd contractions. He kissed him softly this time, but no less authoritatively. Transferring one final glob of spit into his whore's maw, the chieftain pulled back, rotated his hand to the cat's groin, and squeezed his bladder once again. Jasper bucked and whimpered in response, both in hope and desperation. Rakule just grinned even more sinisterly.

"Will empty tonight before sleep. Until then, revel in my scent."

Horrified, Jasper mewled out, but the bat ignored him. Dribbles of piss spilled out of his sounded shaft, but relief was nowhere to be found. His body was smothered in the bat's fluids, but his own urine remained locked inside of him. When the bat left to clean up, leaving the panther behind in torment for an unknown number of hours, all Jasper could do was squirm and whine to the empty void. The room grew still and dark as the bat blew out the lanterns, closed the curtains, and closed the door behind him.