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Sargon awoke from a peaceful slumber. The early morning light shone in through the large windows of his chamber. His three wives snuggled against him on their massive bed, surrounded by pillows and sheets. The lion sat up and stretched. The red locks of his mane framed his face, with its strong muzzle and hard, yellow eyes. Golden yellow fur covered his lean and muscular body. A thin, flexible tail flicked out behind him. He moved to retrieve some clothing. As he prepared for the day ahead, the three lionesses stirred as well. Before he left, they each wished him a good morning and nuzzled against his broad chest.

It was tempting to remain and enjoy their company, but there was much to do. As the lord of House Sharur, one of the most important noble families in Babylon, he rarely had time to relax. He had various political duties to perform, and there were matters of the household that needed attention. Keeping the house in order was time consuming. He always made a point of reviewing all inventories, records, and expenses personally. He had seen other noble houses collapse in his lifetime due to poor management, and he would never allow such shame to fall on his own family.

After a short breakfast, the first item on the day's agenda was a meeting with the king and some other nobles. Much of Sargon's status derived from his position as a royal advisor. The king trusted his wisdom and judgment and held his word in higher regard than most of the other nobles. It had taken years of careful political maneuvering to achieve that distinction.

Of course, the power of House Sharur did not lie entirely in political connections. The family had achieved great wealth through careful use of its land and resources. The noble house owned huge farms and great herds of sheep and cattle which were worked by hundreds of slaves. Dozens of artisans and craftsmen were employed to work the stone and metals that were retrieved from quarries and mines on the family land. The household itself was a palace of burnt brick. The noble family lived there, attended by a few dozen specially trained slaves who took care of tasks such as cooking, serving, cleaning, and maintaining the buildings.

The meeting was boring, as there were no issues of true importance to discuss. Babylon was at peace and running smoothly for the moment. There was the usual bickering between rivals and the usual attempts to curry favor with those of higher rank. After taking the better part of the morning, the gathering finally came to an end. Sargon walked home. Once he returned, he listened to reports about the state of the farms, mines, and house. For once there was nothing that required his immediate attention. He was thankful that his afternoon schedule was open; it would give him an opportunity to spend time with his children, an all too rare pleasure.

He had twelve cubs running around the palace - four by each of his wives. He spent a few hours playing with the younger ones, and then sought out the older ones to question them about their studies. Finally, he sought out Kurush, his eldest son. Lately he had been giving his son lessons on how to properly manage the affairs of the house. Today he intended to teach the boy how to keep track of the food stocks.

He had some difficulty locating his son. No one seemed to know where to find him. Sargon checked the living quarters and the great hall before moving outside. In one of the gardens, he overheard some nervous whispers.

"Please don't make me do this," said a female voice.

Kurush's voice scolded her, "Be silent, slave, and obey me." He was doing his best to deepen his voice and put a fierce, domineering growl behind his words.

Sargon moved around a vine-covered wall and saw his shirtless son holding a smaller cat by the wrists. The slave girl's clothes were in a heap on the ground. The adolescent lion had the same golden yellow fur as his father, and the barest wisps of a red mane were beginning to grow on his chin. He was a bit lanky, but his frame was starting to fill out. His plans for the helpless cat girl were obvious.

Sargon was unimpressed by the boy's attempt to sound older. He decided to demonstrate how to put real force into one's words, the way only a fully mature lion could. "Kurush!" he roared.

"Father!" The swaggering growl disappeared. In its place was the high, cracking voice of a pubescent boy. Caught in such a compromising position, he fumbled for a believable explanation for why he had a naked girl pinned to the wall. "I was just instructing this slave on a task I needed done."

It took a great deal of self-control to not laugh at the feeble excuse. Maintaining a suitably stern demeanor, the older lion replied, "It will have to wait. I have something more important for you to do." He turned to the nervous slave. "Girl, return to your usual work." Eager to comply, the girl threw her clothes back on and rushed from the scene.

"Father, let me explain. It was just -"

"Quiet. I know exactly what kind of task you wanted her to perform." Sargon stopped and glanced around. Convinced that they had enough privacy, he leaned close to the boy's ear and whispered, "The next time you look for someone to help you with that 'task', seek out one of the canine girls. That way there will be no risk of an illegitimate child. And be more discrete about it." His son's eyes widened; he couldn't believe he wasn't in trouble. The older lion clapped his son on the back and smiled. "Come on, today I want to teach you how to manage the food stocks."

***

A few hours more and it was time for the evening meal. The afternoon had been productive. Everything was running smoothly. Kurush was already starting to understand the basics of managing the house. Now Sargon could enjoy a delicious meal in the company of his entire family. The two lions walked together into the main hall, where the dining table had already been set. The other family members entered soon after; all sat in their places. Slaves served their masters food and wine.

The slave girl holding the jar of wine caught Sargon's eye. She was a fennec fox of unusual beauty. The girl was young, but not too young. She seemed to be right on the cusp of adulthood. She had a slight frame, but possessed the beginnings of alluring curves that would fill in with age. Her facial features were more delicate than the average slave, topped by those huge ears for which fennecs are known. Her body was covered in soft fur that was the color of desert sand. A long fluffy tail swished behind her. The girl's appearance filled him with longing and, strangely, nostalgia.

Darkness fell. They finished eating, and the slaves brought out torches and games. For a time, the family played around the table or talked about the day. Finally, as the hour grew later, Sargon's wives left to put the younger children to bed. The older children eventually retired to their chambers and their own devices. Sargon was left to his own thoughts.

He considered going to bed. It was getting late after all, and his wives would be waiting for him in his chamber. He was eager to see them as well. After a long day, he felt the need to deal with certain urges. His three lovely lionesses were always willing to take care of those urges. However, he felt particularly lustful tonight. Even the combined efforts of his wives might not be enough to satisfy his desires. He might need some additional help.

His thoughts and eyes were drawn to that fennec slave. She still stood by the wall, holding a wine jar. She could not leave the hall until the lord of the house had left the table. If he chose to fall asleep in his chair, she would have to stand there all night. He idly wondered if she was dedicated and obedient enough to actually do it, but quickly dismissed the idea. He would much rather spend the night in his own chamber, and he was sure that the girl could be put to more productive uses than standing in a corner for hours on end. He smirked as a new idea formed. She could be put to a much more productive use indeed.

"More wine," he called.

The fennec girl moved towards him gracefully. She refilled his cup. He downed the wine in one huge gulp.

Before she could return to her position, Sargon placed one paw on her shoulder. "Girl, what is your name?"

She froze in fear. For one such as her, low ranked even among the slaves, to be directly addressed by the lord of the house was beyond unusual. Surely he would only bother to single her out if he intended to punish her. She desperately tried to figure out what she had done wrong. In a small voice, she answered, "I am called Batel, my lord."

He did not raise his voice. He almost seemed to smile as he spoke, "Come with me, Batel. I have a task for you."

Sargon rose from his chair, signaling that the meal was officially over. Slaves moved to clear the table and clean the hall. No one looked at the fennec girl. They had no idea what kind of task awaited her, but they did not want to draw the master's attention in this situation. The fox followed the lion, still apprehensive.

It had been nearly a year since he had last ordered a slave to perform the task he now had in mind. He had thought that he had finally gotten his lust under control. After all, he was starting to get older. The fire of youth no longer burned as bright. But now, this beautiful fennec fox aroused his old passions. He wondered how he had never noticed her before.

Sargon led Batel through the passageways of the palace until they reached a relatively secluded storeroom. At this time of night, no one else would have any reason to be in this part of the building. They entered the room.

Batel turned to face her master. Although his demeanor had seemed friendly when he asked her to follow him, she had only grown more nervous as they moved deeper into the palace. "What now, my lord?" she asked.

Sargon grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the wall, growling his lustful dominance. Batel yelped in pain and fear, but the lion clamped one large paw over her mouth. "Listen carefully. Do not make a sound. Do not try to fight me. When this is over, tell no one. Do I make myself clear?"

Batel could only nod. Panic was reflected in her eyes. Sargon reached down to the leather strap that held the girl's skirt in place and shredded it with one claw. The garment fell to the floor. He loosened his own pants and allowed them to fall around his knees. Something like an amused purr rumbled from deep in his throat as he rubbed his growing erection against the fox's hips. Her fearful expression made it obvious that this was her first time, so he licked and nuzzled her face in an attempt at reassurance. He had little actual concern, but things would be much easier if she remained calm and cooperative.

The older lion decided it was time to continue. His fully hardened cock was ready to fulfill its purpose, so he lined it up with the younger fennec's passage. He pushed in slowly and steadily. As the lion tore through her hymen, Batel gasped from the strange pain of being filled for the first time. Sex was not at all how she had imagined it, and this was not how she had wanted her first time to be. That large paw covered her mouth again as the lion leaned close to her ear. His deep voice came out in a threatening whisper, "I told you to remain silent."

Her eyes screwed shut as she nodded again. She would do her best to face the situation stoically. With any luck he wouldn't take long, and she would be able to forget that any of this had happened.

Sargon stayed still for a few moments to try to let the girl adjust, but he was in no mood to be accommodating. He pulled back, and then slammed forward. He set a fast pace from the outset. Only rarely would his wives allow him to be so rough, but here and now he could be as rough as he wanted. It was one of the advantages of using a slave to burn off excess energy.

Each powerful thrust set his nerves tingling. She was so tight! He couldn't remember the last time he had taken a virgin. There was a visceral satisfaction to it that appeased his hunting instincts. He gripped the fox tighter, letting his claws dig into her shoulders; tiny rivulets of blood trickled down her back.

Tears streamed down her face as her master violated her over and over again. Every movement hurt so much. Every time his undeniably large shaft plunged into her depths, she felt like it would split her open. However, there was no relief when it retreated, either - his feline barbs tore at her inner walls. It was almost too much to bear as she choked back frightened sobs. Her whimpering grew louder as the pounding grew faster until she couldn't take it anymore. She cried out, "Stop! Stop! Please let me go!" The lion only snarled at her, angrily baring his sharp fangs. Terror restored her to silence. She prayed to every god she knew to protect her and end this torment, but no answer came. As a last resort, she let her sense of self float away, as if by distancing her mind from her body she could deny what was happening and protect herself. It almost worked. She felt like she had gone numb. The merciless pounding seemed less painful.

Batel lost track of time as she retreated within her own mind. She could have been in the storeroom for minutes or hours or days. She just wanted the ordeal to end. A sudden new sensation shocked her back to full consciousness. The lion's shaft throbbed and pulsed, and then she felt a hot flood deep within her body. The realization hit that her master's seed was inside her now. She was thankful that they were not the same species; at least there was no chance that she would carry his child.

Sargon nearly roared when he came, but he remembered the need to stay quiet. Instead he let out a heavy sigh, and then growled in satisfaction. He looked down at the fox with a grin. "You did well. I think you could do even better with some training. Meet me here again tomorrow night."

He finally pulled out of the poor girl and stepped back from the wall. Released from his iron grip, she slumped against the cold stone wall. There was no strength or will left in her.

Sargon briefly examined his crotch. It was a bit of a mess, so he pulled the young fox back up and rubbed his length on her face, smearing cum and vaginal fluids into her fur. Once he decided that he was sufficiently dry, he pulled up his pants and tightened his belt. He smoothed his clothing and looked down at the fox, who had collapsed back on the floor after he let her go. She was curled in a ball, sobbing quietly. The lion's thick and copious seed oozed from her ravaged sex, and his musk hung over her body, proclaiming that she had been taken. He admired his handiwork for only a moment.

"Remember, tell no one."

Then he walked out.

***

The next morning, Sargon felt quite well-rested. After having his way with the fox girl, he had gone straight to his chambers and pleasured each of his wives. By the time he finished with the last of the lionesses, he was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. He was ready and eager to face the new day.

He spent much of the day dealing with the hundred tiny crises that arise while managing any large organization. Later in the afternoon he found time to be with his family. However, by the time of the evening meal he only had one thing on his mind.

The fennec fox once again held the wine jar. Sargon couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Batel couldn't bring herself to look at him. While she refilled his cup, he whispered, "Do not forget what you must do tonight." She cringed.

After the meal, he walked to the same storeroom he had visited the night before. He waited impatiently, wondering why Batel was taking so long. He finally heard approaching footsteps. When he looked down the hallway, he saw Batel accompanied by another fennec fox. The other fox was also female, but older, perhaps close to Sargon's age. The closer they came, the more Sargon noticed how similar the two looked. There was a clear family resemblance. More importantly, Sargon recognized her. He was so amazed that he forgot to be angry at the younger fox for defying his orders.

Memories of his teenage years rushed to the forefront of his mind. When his earliest sexual urges had developed, he soon found that masturbation alone was not enough to suppress his overactive sex drive. By a stroke of luck, there was one female slave who happened to be exactly his age. She was a fennec fox, an extremely attractive one too. He frequently ordered this fennec girl to come to his chambers. She was the object of his lust throughout his adolescence, until he married his first wife. In the years since, he had occasionally enlisted her help when he was feeling particularly amorous, although it had now been several years since their last clandestine meeting.

The two foxes now stood before the lion. Batel looked terrified, but her mother seemed at ease. There was a friendly smile on her face, and only her eyes gave a hint that she was not happy.

"Well, this is a surprise," Sargon said with a half grin. "What are you doing here Talya? Shouldn't you be supervising the kitchen staff?" He finally understood why he found Batel so attractive, not to mention why the girl made him feel nostalgic. She was just like her mother. Talya was taller and somewhat rounder, with the full curves that a woman should have. There was little doubt that Batel would eventually grow to have the same figure. The older fennec had the same bushy tail and sandy fur, although she had a few streaks of grey caused by the stress of slave life. Without question, she was beautiful. In fact, the only females the lion had ever found more attractive were his own wives.

Talya bowed slightly. "My lord, my daughter tells me that you have set a task for her; however, she is young and may not be the one most able to complete it. May I humbly suggest that one of more experience take on the work? Perhaps I would be better suited for what you have in mind."

The older fennec's words were the model of polite servitude, her posture was one of submissiveness, but her eyes spoke of cold hatred.

Sargon appraised his slave's words. Talya had certainly served him well over the years. She already knew how to please him, whereas the younger fox would need some training before she learned how to use her body to its fullest effect. It took only a few seconds to make a decision. "Yes, I think you would do better. Batel, you may leave."

The fennec girl, who had stood nervously to the side through the whole exchange, glanced at her mother. The older fox leaned over and kissed her daughter's forehead. "Run along, dear. We'll talk later." Batel retreated down the hallway as quickly as she could without running.

"Come, Talya. Let us begin." The lion and the fennec fox stepped into the storeroom and closed the door behind them. The two faced each other. Memories of the past hung between them.

Talya had once been much like Batel, fearful and reluctant. She had never wanted to lie with Sargon in his chamber. He had enjoyed training her. It had required force at first, although in time she learned to please her master without resistance.

For her part, Talya had resented her master's advances for years. Learning that her daughter had been forced into the same service infuriated her. She would ensure that her daughter would never again be taken by force, even if it meant becoming Sargon's toy once more.

The fennec looked the lion in the eyes and pleaded, "My lord, I want you to know that Batel did not mean to disobey you. Last night, I could tell that something weighed on her mind when she returned to the slave quarters. I pressed her to share her burden with me. Would you punish a girl for obeying her mother?" It was risky to speak to the lord of the house out of turn, but she felt the risk was worth it if she could prevent any reprisal against her daughter.

"I would not. I know well how mothers worry."

She decided to push her luck even more. "Then, as a mother, may I beg a small request?"

"Perhaps."

"I have served you loyally for many years, and so has my family. My mate works your farms, as do my sons. Batel is my only daughter. Please do not use her as you used me."

Sargon considered for a moment. Part of him said that granting a favor to a slave was beneath him. At the same time, he had a certain fondness for this fox. They had history together, after all. In either case, he was in a charitable mood. "Very well. I shall not touch her again, nor shall any of my sons."

Talya bowed. "Thank you, my lord. Thank you." She felt genuinely grateful, although her gratitude couldn't erase the anger and revulsion she still harbored toward the lion for his past actions. She straightened and mentally prepared for what she knew would come next. It was imperative that she maintain her submissive demeanor in spite of her emotions. Her daughter would only be safe as long as she pleased her master. She waited for his orders.

"Dance for me, the way you used to all those years ago."

The fox complied. She slowly moved her arms and swayed her hips while twirling to let the lion see her entire body. As she moved, she removed her clothing piece by piece in a sensuous strip tease. Before long she was completely naked in front of her master, who had removed his own clothing as soon as the dance began. She twirled closer, brushing him with her tail. Even closer and she rubbed her body against his, feeling his warm, soft fur and hardened muscles.

Sargon breathed heavily as his pulse increased. This was the vixen he remembered. She was so soft, so well-formed. She knew how to use her body to its greatest potential. Her familiar scent wafted into his nostrils; the memories it invoked only increased his arousal.

He couldn't contain himself anymore. His strong paws fell upon her shoulders and forced her to her knees. She knew what to do without being told. She wrapped her hands around his growing penis and teased his tip with her tongue. It took only a few licks before pre-cum began leaking from it. Her lips closed around his head; her tongue felt out his barbs. The length of flesh grew longer and harder until it reached its full size. She took it deeper into her mouth and caressed it with her entire tongue. With one hand, she cupped his balls and tickled the sensitive spot behind his sac. She kept stroking and sucking until he groaned. The hard shaft throbbed and she swallowed each salty glob of hot spunk as it shot into her mouth.

As his orgasm subsided, the lion pulled his cock from the fox's mouth and gave it a few good strokes to coax out one last squirt of cum, which landed on the slave's face. A contented smile spread on his muzzle as he looked down at his slave. "That was good. I'm glad to see that you still have a great deal of skill."

"Thank you, lord. I do what I can," she said as she licked away errant drops of semen. Her feline master kneeled down beside her. Again she knew what he expected. She turned around on her hands and knees and presented her behind, moving her tail to the side to expose her sex.

He wasted no time in shoving his cock into her hole, and she gasped as her loins stretched to accommodate the intruder. He rutted into her with wild abandon, making her wince. There would be no pleasure for her this night. She could only be grateful that the lion had apparently decided to make things quick.

It hurt, but Talya bore her pain silently. She even faked small moans of pleasure to stroke Sargon's ego. Their coupling lasted for only a few minutes before the lion bit the nape of the vixen's neck, making her yip in surprise. Seconds later she felt his cock twitch inside her and release another wave of semen.

Tired from their heavy exertions, they collapsed in a heap. Lying there with his cock still inside her body, he tenderly fondled her breasts and stroked her belly fur. It was far too close to a lover's caress, and it made her bristle. How dare he pretend that there was any love between them? She hated him for the way he had used her as his personal toy for years. She hated him for what he had done to her daughter. She hated that she had to pretend that she didn't hate him.

They stayed together on the floor for only a minute before Sargon arose, his half-flaccid penis dripping with sexual fluids. There was a self-satisfied look on his face as he observed his cum trickling out of Talya's used vagina.

"You have done well Talya. I will have to remember your abilities more often."

"I am honored by your praise."

"Before I get dressed, clean me."

"Yes, my lord." She obeyed and licked his cock clean, and then she dried it with the fur on her arms.

When Talya finished, Sargon dressed and ordered, "Clean up the mess here before you go." He moved towards the door, but stopped. "One more thing: I think you should meet me here again tomorrow night," he said with a self-satisfied smirk.

"Of course, my lord."

Once he was gone, she let out a low, angry growl. She was once again relegated to being Sargon's sex toy. Her only consolation was that this time she believed she had made a worthy sacrifice. If she could keep his attention, he wouldn't bother the other female slaves. No matter how painful or humiliating, she would continue to attend to his desires. She would even pretend to enjoy it if necessary. It was all for her daughter's sake.

She cleaned up the remaining evidence of their encounter and put her clothes back on. The vixen sighed as she left the storeroom and began her walk back to the slave quarters. There was too much on her mind. What would her mate think when she returned home covered in the scent of another male? It was true that this had happened before, and he had always seemed understanding when she explained the situation, but each time she secretly feared that her mate would reject her or see her as tainted. On top of that, there was no way of knowing how many of these clandestine meetings Sargon would force her into, and no way to be sure that he would keep his promise of Batel's safety. More importantly, she had to figure out what to say to Batel. She needed to comfort her daughter, but how could she offer comfort when she needed it herself? The coming days would not be easy or pleasant, but Talya had survived her master's advances before. She would find a way to do so again.