The Justice of Persuasion
work of fiction
Leon stood tall as he entered the torch-lit throne room. He was a fierce lion warrior: 6'1", with a proud mane that covered his neck and disappeared under his plate armor. He held in his right hand a long sword. The sword bore chips and cracks from the golem he had slain previously. In his left, he held a large metal shield, adorned with the lion's crest, the symbol of his kingdom. He walked to the center of the room, an aura of justice around him.
He pointed his sword to the throne and said in a victorious tone, "I have defeated your monsters, wench. Now, shall you come with me, or shall I bring only your head?"
The cheetah on the throne did not seem frightened; in fact, she seemed bored. The cheetah was 5'9", with attractive short, braided hair, and firm C-cup breasts. She wore a tunic which covered her legs well. However, its neckline was low and loose, so it might easily expose her bosom.
She tapped her fingers on her throne's arm. With a sigh, she asked, "Just how many of you musclebound knights is that kingdom going to throw at me? Do they really think I see them as a threat? If they do, they're flattering themselves. I haven't even entertained the thought of destroying them. You're the fifth damn person to attack me this month."
"I doubt any of those weaklings made it to your chamber, vile sorceress; but I have slain your golems and I am here to take you in--alive or not" said Leon, in a proud masculine voice.
The cheetah put her hand on her chin. "Just who are you, exactly? Sir...?"
"Sir Leon, sorceress, Grand Champion of the great kingdom of Pridonia," replied Leon, with a grand pose to display his manly physique.
The cheetah covered her mouth, trying to hold her tongue. Leon smiled at the wench's reaction. No woman could resist him, and no evil could have courage against him.
Suddenly, the cheetah began to laugh uncontrollably, her crackling voice filling the room.
Leon had not expected this reaction. With some anger, he asked, "What do you find so funny, bitch?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, brave knight; it is just that your stupid kingdom thought it was a bright idea to send their greatest champion? That's a frivolous waste of resources." She sighed and calmed herself. "I was planning just to kill you. But the 'Grand Champion'...I think I will make an example of you instead."
"You dare insult me? You die tonight, vile enchantress!" yelled Leon. His sword before him, he rushed toward her seat.
The cheetah stood casually and waved her hand. Before Leon made it to the steps, he heard a whisper from what seemed like nowhere.
"Sleep."
Leon's eyes became heavy; his body became lead; and the world darkened around him.
****
Leon awoke to the strange smell of an alchemist's brew. As he attempted to get up, he realized that his hands were bound in metal cuffs in front of him, as were his legs. His armor was gone. He was inside what seemed like a box, but with manacles. He also felt metal on his neck and a ring on the base of his cock.
"I assumed the 'Grand Champion' would have a much bigger package. Then again, in that kingdom, you don't really need one," said the Cheetah. She was seated across the room, at a table full of bottles and beakers.
"Release me, wench, so that I may bring you to justice."
The cheetah stopped what she was doing and looked back to him, slightly annoyed. "I'm sorry, but did you actually think that would work? That I would say, 'Oh yes, brave hero, I have learned the error of my ways; and before you send me to justice, please ravage me,' like some witless witch in a story?" She turned back to her work. "On a different subject, why am I getting all you visitors lately? I haven't made any threats to your kingdom."
"I am here to bring you to justice for your crimes, woman. Now, release me!"
"I am not going to repeat what I said about that earlier. What crimes, specifically?"
Leon snorted. "The murder of the former captain of the guard and of High Duke Rolf 12 years ago. The kingdom only found your home recently."
The cheetah grabbed a bottle of pink liquid and stormed over to the Lion. Anger in her voice, she said, "Oh yes, I did kill them! I was just a 13-year-old girl; no one would take my word over a noble's. I was going to be executed for learning magic anyway, so why not fuck a scared little girl?" she grabbed Leon's nose and made him open his mouth. Once open, she began to pour the liquid down his throat.
"That is one of the many reasons I hate your kingdom. It's the noble's words over the commoner's. If someone gets too powerful for the nobles to control, they either call him a criminal and kill him or win him over. Since I don't own a dick, they decided to kill me.
"All I wanted to do was make a little money with a few tricks. They locked me up because I was a threat to their patriarchy."
Leon gagged as the pink liquid went down his throat. It tasted awful, worse than anything an alchemist had given him before. When the bottle was removed, he spit out what he could and yelled, "What did you give me, you venomous whore?"
The cheetah grabbed his dick and pulled hard, making Leon scream. "Just something to help your kingdom realize that if they keep bothering me I will do worse to their high class."
She grabbed a tube with a gag and attached it to Leon's mouth, then brought another to his nose. "The mouth is for feeding. The nose is for breathing. I think one day should be enough."
Leon struggled and screamed into the gag, but nothing prevented the Cheetah from closing the top of the box on him. It became dark; then he felt the box filling with a strange-smelling liquid! He struggled in vain. He began to grow drowsy. Dimly, he figured that the potion must have been a tranquilizer. His eyes closed.
****
"Rise and shine, champion. Welcome to your new life."
Leon slowly opened his eyes to see the cheetah over him, smiling.
"Huh? W-what?"
Leon heard himself and knew something was wrong. His voice was too high; it was as if a female had spoken his words. "Y-you vile bitch! What did you do to me?" he yelled at the cheetah.
She only smiled, but the smile chilled his blood for an instant.
"Why, I made you an example, bitch. Hold on, let me position you better." The cheetah went to a crank, applying pressure to move the box to a standing position. She grasped the box and turned it to a mirror. "How do you like your new look?"
Leon was shocked. He saw a 6'1" mostly-female lion, in good shape but bound tightly. She had D-cup breasts and a 5-inch dick. Leon could see no mane, nor could he see anything of her (other than his dick) that bore much resemblance to the body he'd had until recently.
"YOU FUCKING WENCH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" he yelled in his new female voice.
Bored with this lion/ness's failure to understand her/his place, the cheetah snapped her fingers. The ring at the base of Leon's dick became smaller.
Leon screamed at the pain, reflexively bringing his bound hands straight to his dick, trying to shield it from this torment.
"It will stop when I command it. If you want me to stop it, say, 'Thank you for the new look, Mistress.' If not, then it falls off."
Leon swallowed his pride and said, "T-thank you for the new body, Mistress!"
The pain stopped. Leon fell to the floor, body weak from confinement and agony.
"We are going to the dungeon, now. Say, 'ah' first though."
Before Leon could say anything, his nose was covered. Then the sorceress placed a wider, rounder version of a horse's bit in his mouth. "A friend of mine made this for me. I haven't used it yet. She calls it a ball gag."
The cheetah unbound Leon's legs so s/he could walk.
Immediately, Leon took her/his chance. Muscles protesting, the lion/ness sprang--clumsily, but with power--and tried to strike the woman with her/his sharp-clawed feet--
--Excruciating pain burst through her/his stomach, and s/he collapsed to the ground.
"The potion I gave you hurts you when you try to harm me," said the amused cheetah.
She attached a leash to the collar on Leon's neck, then clipped clamps on his nipples and hung a chain between them. Leon squeaked in pain from the sensitivity of his altered, enlarged nipples. The powerful magic-user smiled. "Yeah they tend become more sensitive for your kind than is usual, perhaps because you weren't born a woman." She twisted the nipple clamps, and Leon screamed with pain. The cheetah freed Leon's arms, only to immediately bind them behind him with a snap of her fingers.
"I just love magic." Leon's captor tugged the leash and nipple chains. "Get up, slut, time to train you," she said, like a slave trader to a new product.
The walk was hell. If Leon lagged, then the chains would pull his nipples hard. The sheer pain was enough to make him squeal. The Sorceress knew this all too well: sometimes she would give playful little tugs just to hear the gagged cries.
She stopped at a large metal door. "Here we are. You'll see this place a lot in the future," said the magic-wielding woman with an evil grin. The descent was much worse than the previous walk. The height difference of the stairs made it all the more frequently that the cheetah pulled on Leon's nipple chains.
Upon reaching the dungeon floor, the enchantress magically lit the torches
The next sight scared Leon more than anything had ever done.
The walls were adorned with torture devices. The floor was filled with strange furniture. The cheetah smiled at Leon's fear. She said in mock-surprise, "Don't tell me that the Grand Champion of Pridonia is afraid of a little torture? Surely the brave knight can take anything that is thrown at 'him'?"
She led Leon to the center of the room, suspended his hands above him, and used a spreader bar to keep his legs wide open. The clever sorceress walked back and forth, pondering what to use. Leon's heart was pounding. He was scared, so very scared.
The cheetah selected several tools and sauntered back to Leon. "I think these are perfect for you," she purred. She first attached small weights to the chains on Leon's nipples, light enough to cause the correct amount of pain.
Next, she picked up an item shaped like a lion's dick and slowly shoved it into Leon's tail hole. "This is probably the size of your king's dick. How does it feel to figuratively take it up the ass from royalty?" Leon's tears ran from his eyes. S/He moaned loudly as the object penetrated her/him. S/He began to struggle--
--The pain redoubled as Leon felt the ring around her/his dick shrink. "No struggling, bitch," said the cheetah harshly.
The lesson had barely begun. There was a loud crack, and Leon felt a sharp sting on his back. He screamed his torment into gag. There was another sting, and another. "First thing you need to do is learn the pain I can give you." The formidable cheetah struck Leon's D-cup breasts. Leon screamed with as much volume as the gag would let escape. The torture was not only from the whip strike but also from the effects of her/his movement. The weights on her/his nipples pulled so hard! The whip struck her/his dick next. Leon moved wildly, causing another chain reaction of pain.
After a few minutes of whipping, the cheetah stopped.
Then Leon felt a burning sensation on her/his ass. It felt like droplets of fire were pouring on her/him. The cheetah turned to Leon's front and showed Leon her newest interment of torture. A simple candle, with the burning wax dripping--the drops fell onto Leon's breasts, s/he screamed painfully into her/his gag, convulsing her/his body, which only brought more pain. "This is a common technique for torture. I should know; it was how that perverted duke tortured me, to make me plea guilty for a simple magic show," said the cheetah. She then dripped the candle a little bit over Leon's cock. Leon screamed incredibly loud.
Leon felt her/his knees hit the floor.
The cheetah walked up to him, her robe gone. She removed the gag and said, "I can stop the pain. All you have to do is say you are my slave, then lick me till I cum to seal the deal." She pointed to her pussy. "My pussy, the contract; your tongue, the quill; my cum, the ink."
Leon could only say one word. "No."
The cheetah placed the gag back into Leon's mouth. "Oh, well. I guess we do this the long and boring way." The chains that bound Leon's arms pulled tighter and s/he was raised from the floor.
The cheetah said a strange word. Suddenly, Leon was fully hard--no, not only hard--he was on the brink of cumming! In addition, Leon's ass and breasts seemed to be on fire. The rest of her/his body felt weak.
The cheetah woman approached Leon once more and covered her/his eyes with a black cloth. "I control if you cum or not. I control when you get hard; I control almost all physical parts of you; but I want an independently functioning, obedient minion, not a puppet. If I leave you like this for a day, you will become more willing to obey."
Leon felt the painful, biting strike of a whip. It struck from the front; and the cheetah was behind him. "I enchanted that whip. At random times in the night, it will keep you company. I made sure to make it target certain sensitive places the most."
Before she climbed the stairs, she turned around. "Since you had to be stubborn, I couldn't get a nice licking. Wonderful thing, freedom! I am gonna finger myself to my satisfaction. You'll hang here, bound and sore and horny, and only getting hornier."
The dangerous cheetah left silently.
****
She slept in pretty late the next morning: perhaps the night had been later than she'd though. Yawning, (and wearing nothing) she descended to her dungeon.
Once inside, she saw her bitch, bound arm and leg, begging to cum. The sorceress slowly lowered the lion/ess to the hard floor and removed the gag.
"Do you want to cum?"
Leon responded in broken speech. "Yes, cum. Want...please--cum."
The cheetah smiled. She pointed down, and the tall warrior immediately dropped to her/his knees. The sorceress spread her pussy in front of Leon. "Make me cum, then I'll let you cum. Now swear your allegiance to me as my slave," she ordered.
"I...am...slave," said Leon, barely audible.
The cheetah slapped the lion/ess across the face. Leon's forehead in her tightening grasp, she said, "Say it right or it will be another night."
Leon, scared to go through another night of such maddening torment, spoke as calmly as possible, "I, Leon, swear allegiance to you, Mistress Kuromaru, as your slave. Please, let me lick you until you cum, Mistress."
Smiling, the cheetah said, "Then lick me, slave."
Leon dove right into the cheetah's pussy, licking it the way a thirsty dog drinks water. The cheetah could tell s/he would need practice, but smiled all the same. This 'champion' had submitted and would never challenge her again. After a certain amount of time passed, the cheetah began panting hard, thrusting the lion/ess deep into her groin. She came all over Leon's face.
"Now you get to cum, slave," she said. She unbound the chains and laid Leon flat on a table, with her/his ass pushed outward invitingly. As she had expected, the lion wasn't trying to escape.
She grabbed a double-ended dildo and moaned as she pushed it into herself. Slowly, the powerful magic-user removed the lion-dildo from Leon's ass. "You're going to love this, slut; if not now, then in the future." The cheetah plunged the dildo into the lion's anus.
Leon screamed in pleasure as his fiery ass was penetrated. S/He was enjoying every second of it, the rough fucking s/he was getting.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," gloated the victorious cheetah. "The Grand Champion of Pridonia, now my little slut--and you fucking love this!"
Leon nodded energetically at the last part. S/He was loving it: the fucking, the treatment; s/he was loving every second of it! After an hour of merciless fucking, Leon screamed and came. Her/his pierced nipples tingled; her/his cock shot thick white semen into the cool, damp air of the dungeon; her/his ass seemed to melt with ecstasy.
The cheetah wiped sweat from her brow and grinned. "Cumming from an ass-fuck? You're gonna fit your new role nicely, slut."
****
The dog knight was thrown to the floor. His blade broken and so was his pride. Standing before him was the sorceress he needed to kill. He had not gotten near her, due to her bodyguard: a strong lioness who was incredibly skilled with her sword.
The Lioness seemed to have no shame; she wore no armor, only a short silk kilt covering her crotch. Her nipples had rings piercing them; she wore cuffs on her wrists and ankles; she bore a fur-lined steel collar around her neck.
"Damn it, I will not give up! I must avenge Leon the Proud!" yelled the dog.
The sorceress began to laugh. "Avenge him? He isn't dead. He's right here, though she doesn't go by 'Leon' anymore. Isn't that right, Leona?"
The lioness turned her head to the cheetah and said, "Yes, Mistress."
The sorceress spoke again, her soft voice full of menace and fury. "Go tell your kings what I have done to their champion. I will do worse to them if they continue to bother me. I'm not interested in destroying your puny kingdom, but I will if your stupidity continues.
"Get out of my sight."
Once the dog left, Leona crawled to her benefactor. "Did I do good, Mistress?"
"Yes, slave, you did."
"May I cum, Mistress? Please?"
"Lick my cunt first; then we will see, slave."