The Alchemist's Study: Chapter Three
The continuing series written and gifted to me by my loving kitten pet, Cyr.
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Chapter Three: Care Versus Cruelty
Turning off the hot water, I watched as the pressure weakened to a constant drip from the showerhead. I opened the door of confined heat to the cool tile below and grabbed the towel left for me. Like a desert scavenger he eyed me whilst I began to dry my headfur. The steam began to dissipate but the fog on the mirror remained heavy as I padded over to it. Looking through a small spot, I was barely able to recognize myself through the distortion. A disheveled feline was standing naked in a stranger's home, being humiliated and treated like nothing more than a sex toy on multiple occasions. Who exactly was this tiger facing me in the mirror? Was this really the elixir at work, or was I actually enjoying this? Everything was so unclear to me---what a fitting image the mirror had portrayed. I grimaced at the sight of my own muzzle, shaking my head as I broke away proceeding to towel dry my fur.
"Well, the privacy was nice while it lasted," I told myself, wrapping the towel around my waist hoping to shield myself from the dragon's lustful eyes.
Making my way towards the door I averted any eye contact with him, just standing there to signal that I was finished. There was a strong mix of anger and anxiety bubbling inside me. Sure I planned to escape, but I don't think I'd ever forget what happened here today. I'd never forget how much of a pathetically weak-minded whore I felt like with this dragon. Not even binge drinking myself into a short-term coma would erase these terrible memories---not that it would stop me from trying it anyways.
"What's wrong kitten, you've gotten all nice and clean for me and now I don't get to enjoy the view?" He chuckled. "That's fine for now; you'll be getting your new clothes shortly anyways."
With a paw on my shoulder, he guided me through the hallways and back towards the kitchen. Upon entering, my stomach began to growl; I held a paw up to it remembering I hadn't eaten all day. The dragon must have heard because he stopped halfway through the kitchen and gave my shoulder a squeeze. He let go without a word and padded over to the black fridge.
"My pet must be hungry. Well what kind of Master would I be letting him starve?"
The dragon opened the fridge, grabbing a gallon of milk along with a cat dish from the cupboard above; the words "loving pet" where on the side of it. He poured the bowl full and put the milk back, turning around and setting it on the floor at his feet with a smile. He was joking right? What the hell was this---I'm not some house cat; I'm a damned tiger. There was no way I'd lap up milk from a dish: what's next, making me play with a ball of yarn? I decided to take a passive stance towards the dragon, seating myself at the table and intertwining my fingers as a gesture of patience.
"Come get your milk, kitten," he called.
I shifted in my chair, grinding my teeth. I would not be demeaned any further by this insufferable dragon, no matter how hungry I got. Slowly the sensations build back up with the voice chirping its harmony. Punishing me for disobeying, the sensations fluttered around my body. They sent various levels of pleasure and tension, leaving me with an increasing arousal.
"I'm not a kitten you lunatic. I need real food," I growled. "I'm not lapping a bowl of milk at your feet to feed your already inflated ego."
"I can hear your tummy rumbling kitty, come get some milk. Here, I'll even warm it up for you." He snatched up the dish and put it in the microwave for a few moments; a beeping sound went off and he took it back out, setting it back at his feet. "There we are: a bowl of nice warm milk for my precious little kitten," he said warmly.
I sat there twisting and turning every now and then from the sensations; slowly my arousal grew until my phallus pushed out the towel wrapped around my waist, unfolding it against the chair. Not seeming to mind my protests, he made himself a sandwich and started to happily scarf it down while I watched him. My stomach grew louder as the hunger pangs had gotten the best of me. Slowly, I lowered my paws under the table and dug my claws into the grain of the table at every sensation. This was absolutely maddening: it took every bit of will I had left to retain my resilience at this point. Through alternating clawing I began to whimper softly to myself watching the dragon quickly devour another sandwich.
"Well, that was delicious." He licked his lips. "My poor kitten still hasn't had any sustenance though. I guess I'll just have to wait and see if he's hungry again tomorrow." He leaned over to pick up the bowl with a shrug.
My ears twitched while he mocked me; I wasn't strong enough mentally to handle this kind of torment. With my eyes glued to the bowl being taken away, I just couldn't take it anymore. I snapped. My claws were dug deep into the table, feeling like they might break off from pushing in so hard. Finally yanking them out, I brought my paws up and slammed them against the table. Looking down at the finish angrily I almost began to snarl.
"Fine-FINE! I'll drink the damn milk!" I screamed, lifting myself up from the table as I continued leaning against it with my arms.
"Hehe, I knew you were hungry kitten. Now ask nicely for making me wait here, and apologize for raising your voice to your Master." He set the bowl on the counter.
I dropped the floor, naked in front of him like a ragdoll. He had defeated me and was going to hold it over me proudly---he knew I was breaking. He knew it wasn't much longer before I was completely bound to his will. On all fours, I began to plead my miserable little heart out.
"P-please let me have my milk. I'm starving Master. I'm very sorry---for yelling at you; I should never raise my voice to my---owner and always graciously accept your generous offers." Speaking in shaky breaths, I wasn't even aware of half the things I was saying. I pleaded hastily in slurred words as the sensations laughed and dancing around my body, causing me to spill pre onto the floor.
"Good boy, I forgive you." He scratched my ears and set down the milk in front of him. "Now, I expect that not a single drop will be left in this dish: I know how much you felines love milk." He said, ruffling my headfur.
Lowering myself further, I desperately lapped at the now lukewarm milk at the dragon's feet. I seemed so much smaller in stature, so miniscule at this level in comparison with him---it only furthered my feelings of worthlessness. A few minutes later I finished the milk, licking the bowl clean and sitting back. The sensations slowed down and my stomach wasn't quite as bad, but I couldn't help asking myself: was it really worth the shame I had just put myself through? The dragon made another comment about felines and their love for milk while picking up the bowl and placing it in the sink. There were no words to describe how absolutely humiliated and angry I felt. Where there any visible knives around, I might have actually sunk it into his back without much thought.
"Let's go ahead and get you suited to your room kitten. I'm sure you'll like it." He said.
I sat there in silence until he finally pulled me up by my arm. I dragged my feet in a sulking manor as he practically dragged me through the living room where the television had been buzzing earlier. There were a few recliners spread around and a large couch. A few large shelf units were packed with movies and dragon figurines. In the corner sat a record player with a stack of records snugged next to it. Across the living room was another small hallway leading elsewhere but before that where two things: stairs and---a door!
Suddenly, I was thrust back into the world; my sorrow began to mix with a bit of hope. I was so close to the exit, so close to just bursting out of here at full speed and praying to the heavens that he wouldn't be able to catch me. I knew I had to wait though, as hard as it was. One scolding from him and I'd probably fall flat on my face, there's no way I'd be able to get far after that. So I tried my best not to look at the door, hoping the dragon wouldn't suspect anything of me.
He brought me upstairs, a large bay window sat behind me showing the stars and a pale glow from the moonlight outside, no other houses seemed to be in view. The only sight I could make out was a long driveway with a mass of trees. The landing was surrounded with doors on all sides; several paintings of dragons decorated the walls.
"Here we are," he said, guiding me into one of the rooms.
It was a decent size: containing a bed, a large standing mirror, a television, and a few other commonplace items. There was no welcoming feeling to the room, no comforting greeting: only the cold feeling of a holding cell. A large painting of a dragon was on the left wall above the bed. This one was actually readable: it said "Obey Master". The painting above the words was of the very dragon that had been tormenting me this whole time.
"What a shock." I rolled my eyes.
It became obvious to me I was not the first of his guests who were forced to sleep here. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to those before me? An unnerving question yes, but I had no intention of finding that out for myself.
There where clothes lying on the bed, but they couldn't possibly have been for me. A pair of light pink lace panties, smooth white stockings with pink ribbon tops, and a very light lavender colored top with graphic pink hearts were all spread out on the comforter. I took a step back and ended up walking into the dragon as he propped me up with his chest. Looking up at him, I jumped forward turning around towards him.
"What the hell is this?" I pointed at the clothes. "I can't wear any of this; it's all for girls. Where the hell are my actual clothes?"
The dragon walked over the bed and picked up the top. He held it up on level with my chest and smirked before holding it out to me. Unbelievable, did he actually expected me to wear this?
"This is your new wardrobe; I got rid of those ugly rags you had on. I want you looking more like what you really are: my slutty little bitch. " He smirked. "This is much more fitting of my pet. Now hurry up and get dressed so I can see."
I ripped the top out of his paws, balling it up and throwing it to the floor. "They're more fitting? How about you go fu-"
"Bad boy," he interrupted.
A painful shock rumbled against my balls causing me to cry out. He grabbed them tightly in his paw a tear ran down my muzzle. Tugging, the dragon reinforced his punishing words.
"If you ever want to cum again with these pathetic little balls of yours I suggest you put on your new clothes. Otherwise I can just keep sending you shock after shock until I get bored." He threatened, finally released his grip.
Wiping my watery eyes, I put the clothes on in silence as the dragon snickered and remarked at what a cute little pet he owned. It was difficult holding back more tears, wincing at every moment as my incredibly sensitive orbs where brushed up and squeezed by the tight pink panties. Strangely, the clothes had all fit me; it seemed very odd that the dragon had somehow guessed my exact size.
"That's my sexy kitten, always wanting to dress up for his Master. Come take a look at what a slut you really are."
He guided me to the mirror, assuring I would get a good glimpse of myself. The same strange tiger who made an appearance in the bathroom mirror was once again staring back at me. This tiger forced me to peer into a world I wanted no part of, a body I now refused to call my own.
"Tell me what a worthless slut you are kitten. Tell me how much you love it," he demanded.
I fell to the bottom of my stomach, barely able to contain my emotions as they slowly spilt out. I murmured the words he wanted to hear, turning my head from the mirror. I was nothing but a toy to him and he wanted to be entertained. His form was reflected behind me in the mirror, too tall to actually fit inside it.
"I love being your slutty kitten, Master. "
The dragon grabbed my head and moved it back to face the mirror. "I want you to look at yourself in the mirror while saying it. Say it with some meaning, some passion. Exclaim to your Master how much you appreciate being his little bitch." He growled. "Don't ever let this image of yourself disappear from your memory. Never forget it!"
"I want to always to be your slutty kitten, Master. Getting dressed up in suitable clothes is the least I can do to please you."
Every word chocked out of me and all I could do with the constricting paws holding me was look back at the tiger in disgust. I was constantly checking the alarm clock near the bed out of my periphery, knowing he'd have to sleep something---or at least I hoped so. The desire to escape continued to fester inside me, but the parasite of subservience was rapidly outgrowing it.
"Give your Master a kiss." He angled his muzzle down to look as my body turned itself around.
My body, acting on its own, faced him and my muzzle moved towards him. We locked into a kiss as he braced me with arms. While a comforting gesture in any other manner, I wasn't exactly thrilled about this dragon getting closer again while my body reluctantly kissed him. There was no breaking out of it, the elixir was in full effect and I couldn't seem to willingly move away.
"Don't worry you'll grow to like your new clothes---they turn your Master on quite a bit."
He locked muzzles with me once more and ran a paw down my back. His paw stopped at my ass and gave my cheek a squeeze, keeping my mind alert. He moved his digit in through the tight panties and prodded it against my tailhole. In a panic I tried arching my body away from him only to fail. Instead, he actually brought me in closer, keeping me snug against him.
"Quite a bit..." He reiterated; pushing a digit into my tense d tailhole. "Mmm---I can't wait to try out this cute little ass kitten. The ass I own, getting to abuse it whenever I please," he said, prying deeper into me.
All I could do was whimper. He kept up his seduction as he began to kiss and lick at my neck. I must have looked like a zombie because I just stood there held snugly against the dragon as he toyed with me, staring off into oblivion. I begged myself to hold together for a little longer, to keep a clear head.
"You want to get fucked into a daze by me don't you my pet," he taunted.
"N-no" I shook my head.
"Just let the urges of your body take over. You can't resist me for much longer kitten." He whispered into my ear as he ran a fang across it. "Once your body is completely mine, I'll give you your collar. You'll be doing my every bidding and love it. These slutty clothes will be your official uniform as my servant."
The seduction continued with him spreading my tunnel open even further; working another digit of his inside me. I let out a cry but he muffled it by forcing his tongue into my muzzle and playing with mine. There was a sliver of my sanity left screaming to retain myself, begging to not give in. My body, however, wouldn't easily allow me to fight against him at this point. I moved my paw around his head, running through his long black hair and pushed further into his kiss, letting him take complete control over my body. I began thrusting back against his digits, moaning loudly until he broke from the kiss and removed his digits from my hot tunnel.
"Tell me how much you want my cock slave. Get on your knees and beg for it." He gestured to the floor.
My knees buckled under me, bringing me to a kneeling position in front of him. In my head I screamed and wretched to get back up, to stop what was about to happen. My body wouldn't listen; I was far too gone from his seduction. It seemed the second evolution gave him complete control over my body when I was aroused. With that thought, my lips began to move on their own, despite my mental struggle.
"P-please Master I want your perfect---no---Please fuck your---kitten toy." I begged him in stuttering regression.
The dragon pushed my face against his sheath, rubbing the sides of my muzzle with it. My nose was brought to his weighty orbs; his powerful musk flaring my nostrils with each breath I took. A dark laugh befell the dragon as he took in the sight.
"You want to stay close to that powerful scent don't you? You want your body to belong to me; so why the struggle?" he asked.
There had to be some way of eluding his grasp---or at least a way of prolonging the final nail in my freedom's coffin. Suddenly, A last ditch effort came to me. Exerting all my remaining willpower and energy, I took my paw residing at my thigh and dug in as hard as I could, hoping to bring myself back to sanity. I let out a grunt from my claws piercing through the skin tissue as small trickles of blood stained my fur. Through a desperate act I was able to push back against the dragon's control; a bit of clarity skewed the fog of lust. Quickly following I withdrew my muzzle from him and looked up to show I was not yet defeated.
"I'm not your toy. And I never will be," I growled.
I forced a slight grin hoping it would come off as confidence in my resilience to him, like a nervous applicant to an employer. Silence quickly filled the air as I awaited his next action, expecting him to bark those dreaded words of punishment at me. There was a sharp pain in my leg and my claws where still deeply embedded in my leg, not thinking to pull them out. What was this going to prove anyways? I knew my struggles didn't mean much against his chains of supremacy at this point anyways, and so did he. Even knowing this, I still had to try. It was all or nothing at this point---a little pain was nothing compared to a lifetime of bondage to this dragon.
He knelt down so we were eye level and grinned widely, I could see the fire behind his eyes. He then let out a monstrously loud roar inches away from me. The sudden abruption of sound and his hot breath against my muzzle literally made me jump and fall backwards onto the floor. The fur on my arms and legs stood straight up as he laughed heartily and took a seat on the bed. I had released my claws from my thigh during the event letting a few drops of blood fly onto the light grey carpet.
"Your struggles against me are so pathetically cute kitten. To think, such a timid creature as you could ever stand proudly is a joke in itself. Even in your most desperate struggle you remain on your knees like the true helpless little pet you are. Claims of independence, delusional thoughts of dignity and outside priorities: these are detrimental to your health as you have no true desire for any of it. Soon you'll accept it all: hearing the final creak in that gated heart of yours, grinding against the hinges as I step inside to take what's rightfully mine."
He spoke continuously in longwinded sentences with his now familiar condescending tone as he rested on the bed. Apparently degrading me was tiring work. I sat back up but pretended to be distracted by my new clothes as I pulled at them feeling the material with my pads.
"Stand up kitten"
I stood. He let out a yawn and stretched his arms out. The muscles of his chest flexed out and retracted back to his relaxed position. I noticed the subtleties of every contour turning in and out, despite the black spirals running down his arms being a bit distracting.
"I can make you do pretty much anything I want when you're aroused kitten; it's such a beautiful part of your evolution. I could take your last ounce of freedom away right now if I chose to, but I think it's much more fun to watch you struggle."
"You're wrong," I protested.
"Oh?" The dragon huffed. "Show me how horny you are my pet."
Suddenly the sensations began to swell at my sheath, softly vibrating around in spirals down my sheath, quickly bringing my feline flesh out of its home. The pain swelling in my leg was replaced with continuous arousal.
"You've gulped down cups of my seed within a day and whored yourself to just about as low a point as any other pathetic pet could. How're you going to keep denying yourself the position you were born to take---clawing yourself a new wound every time you get horny?" He laughed. "Well even that didn't get you too far now did it."
Well here I was again, standing in front of him exactly as he wanted. Even worse it was in tight feminine clothes further proving his points. All I could think of was how I'd hopefully be back in normal clothes soon, and out of this psychopath's clutches.
"Give your nipple a nice squeeze," he demanded. .
My body complied.
"Bend down and show me that cute little ass of yours again," he demanded.
My body complied.
"Now face me again and smack yourself in the face for being wrong, bitch."
My body complied and he laughed.
"As amusing as this is I'm tired, so I'll be going to bed shortly. Make yourself at home here and get some rest. We'll have some breakfast at 8:00, so be downstairs by then. You aren't allowed anywhere besides this room and the bathroom. No touching yourself and no sneaking around or there will be punishment, understand?" He spoke to me as if my defiance had never happened---did he actually think I'd stay here?
"Yes Mater," I replied, hurrying him to leave
"Good boy" He said as he kissed my forehead and headed out, closing the door behind him. Alone again, but at this point I'd been pushed to an even lower point. Not bothering getting up to flip on the tv I just sat there peering around the room in a frenzy. I had a few hours before I'd leave to assure the dragon had passed out.
"I want to always be your loving slutty kitten Master."
"Don't ever let this image of yourself disappear from your head."
The phrases repeated in my head over and over as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I punched the bed and curled up onto it. Burying my muzzle into my arms I began sobbing and cursing myself quietly. How could this be happening to me, what the hell did I ever do in this world to deserve such a cruel experience. I'd never felt so belittled and confused in my entire life. I hated that dragon with boiling blood but I wasn't strong enough to resist his manipulation, what the fuck kind of tiger was I?
No, that wasn't important right now; I finally attempted to regain my composure as I sat back up. I had to run a scenario of how I'm getting out of here and what to do, but the plan was simple really. I'd sneak out of this room and creep down the stairs hoping he wouldn't hear; the door was right there in the hallway. Once I got to that I'd be out of this house and finally be free.
I started to worry wondering what would come after that. I have no idea where I am, and from the looks of it there weren't many houses around here either. I could try hitching a ride on the street nearby but I don't think many furs would stop to pick up someone dressed like this, and naked wasn't much better of an option. I'd just have to figure it out once I got there.
After a while I finally looked at the alarm on the nightstand and noticed it was almost one in the morning, surely he'd be asleep by now. I got up and walked over to the door as I touched the knob with a trembling paw. What if he was waiting right outside? I'd just say I had to use the bathroom; that makes sense. I cracked the door open and peeked outside looking into the darkness.
Assuring myself that he wasn't there, I took deep breathe and stepped into the hallway, gently closing the door behind me. Tip-toeing over to the stairs my heart was racing, my throat becoming thick as I inched ever closer.
"This is it, the door's right down these stairs. This is it, I'm finally free." I thought gleefully
Making my way down the stairs I finally approached the door noticing it wasn't even locked, perhaps he forgot about it. This seemed almost too easy; how could he not have set up any way of knowing whether I'd leave or not? Did he believe his elixir had completely taken over my body at this point? Whatever, it didn't matter; there was no time to think about it. I quickly turned the knob and broke through the door, the cool night air brushed against my fur as a light wind began to pick up. The pale moonlight peeked through the trees as a winding driveway led out to a road. An explosion of angst ran through my body as I realized I was actually outside---I was free and nothing would stop me at this point. I couldn't help but swish my tail and pinch myself to make sure I hadn't fallen asleep inside and this was just a dream.
I began to run though the grass ignoring the stinging pain in my leg. As I followed the driveway up, trying to maneuver around the many trees and hiding incase he where to find out I was gone. Something felt weird as I continued up through the yard. My heart felt like it was slowing down; breathing became more and more difficult. It was like each step began to take the effort of a thousand.
"I couldn't be this worn out from today; I'm in better shape than this." I thought confusingly "Something's definitely wrong here"
I took a short rest leaning against a tree to the back of the house. Looking behind me I saw the horrid place I had been captive in. A tall stone manor stood there with a small blue door that led an entrance to the devil himself.
"I'll die before ever going back there." I muttered to myself
Even resting it seemed to be getting more and more difficult to breathe, time felt like it was beginning to slow down rapidly. I got up and continued running through the brush coughing and wheezing as I was about half way to the road. Not a single car had passed the house---it felt like the world was empty around me. It was as if the entire planet had become vacant leaving only me to suffer at a tyrant's hands, a god's wrath upon the remaining brimstone. I must have made got about 100 yards from the front door when I finally began to collapse, tripping over my own two feet and landing hard on the ground.
The leggings where torn: stained with blood and dirt. I groaned from the ground pulling against my self-inflicted wound, my limbs feeling like jelly. I continued on, crawling through the wet grass and pushing my body's limitations.
I had to make it to the road no matter what--- I just had to. Someone would find me there and get help at least right? There had to be other people living around here and they'd surely help someone who was just lying in the street. I urged myself to continue through the pain. I wanted to see my friends, my family, myself; I wanted to see a future.
My vision began to fade and I was beginning to choke "No---no it c-can't end here, I---"
The once vibrant image of the street that passed the endless driveway turned to black and my lungs felt like they had been impaled. What where the chances someone would find me before the dragon, and what would be in store had the latter gotten to me first? I soon fainted in the grass about 140 yards from the towering prison. My body was laying there a mess, half naked with only the faint sounds of the night attending to me.