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It was a beautiful winter afternoon, icy, but with a clear sky that let the sun rays stream through the window and heat my trembling, naked body. It's warm touch was a blessing. Nobody around me seemed to care that my bristling fur wasn't thick enough to withstand the winter. Everybody had better things to do than to worry about the welfare of a slave. The mercenaries spent their time randomly nudging me, just for fun, while the lady wouldn't miss a chance to see my sheath bounce every time the irregular terrain made the carriage jump.

So while everyone entertained at my expense, I stretched my neck and looked through the narrow window. We were going through a quaint rural village, the kind that abound so much outside Vemiria. On both sides of the road, the red-roofed white houses clustered next to one another, to keep the warm, so rare at this time of year. A couple of kids were running around their mother as she took down the freshly washed clothes. Some cute wool caps protected their ears from the cold wind. I wished I had one of those, or any clothing for that matter. The scene was adorable and brought me fond memories of my childhood. For a moment I'd managed to forget my worries, but that only lasted until the next nudge from the mercenary on my right, who snickered.

**

The carriage turned and entered a narrow path between the fields full of workers. The more time we spent inside that green corridor, the more endless its extension seemed and our journey too. But gradually, the soil became white gravel and the path widened and widened, till there were no longer crops to our sides. We finally stopped before the great stone residence. It was three story high and had more windows than I could count. The amount of smoking chimneys didn't stood behind neither. It was an impressive sight; the walls seemed thick as a castle's and the garden was extensive and well maintained, it even had those feral shaped little threes.

I snapped out of my awe when the carriage door opened. One of the wolves came down the vehicle while the other held me tight from the neck. Not that with these shackles I could go anywhere, but these muscled idiots simply like to feel empowered. The one who got off went to the door, guarded by two armored coyotes, and announced himself. One guard entered, while the other looked coldly to the mercenary. He returned at once, accompanied by a fancy dressed raccoon. At first, I thought he was the owner of the residence (my possible buyer), but then he approached the carriage and introduced himself as the manager.

"Lady Lydia, a pleasure to meet you", the raccoon kissed the wrinkled hand of the hyena. "Please, join me. Lord Kirian is waiting for you in the main hall," with that said, the hyena descended from the carriage and followed the manager inward, ignoring the lump that fell sharply behind her. Me.

Smiling after having pushed me, the wolf pulled me up from the gravel and escorted me to the entrance. Inside, the temperature was far much nicer, allowing me to feel the heat on my cheeks caused by the prying eyes of servants who moved from room to room. My tail wouldn't leave my abdomen as I shielded my cathood with it.

I counted every step, every turn we made, memorizing all the details that could help me escape. The manor's interior was just as impressive as the facade. Fine paintings decorated the thick walls of oak and stone, and the floor was covered in pelts I hoped belonged to beasts. As we kept walking, something began to worry me greatly: the constant presence of guards; each room had at least one. I've never seen something like that for someone who didn't belong to the royalty.

Leaving the foyer behind, we passed next to a huge staircase that must lead to the chambers. It was as ominous as the rest of the property, with it's exquisitely carved railings ending in two bronze roses. We followed the raccoon's hurried pace a few meters more until he, with a gesture, finally opened the big doors of the main hall.

The first thing I saw was the impressive library covering the back wall. In the center stood a long wooden table with padded high-backed chairs and enough room for twenty furs. To it's left, three huge picture windows with curtains of red velvet brought in the daylight in a shower of colors, while on it's right a big chimney was crowned by an even bigger portrait of the manor's owner. The magnificent brushstrokes copied with great realism the dark and glossy fur of the black panther. Below, it's model left his smoking pipe aside to, then, rise from one of the couches that surrounded the chimney and walk slowly towards us, with his arms folded behind his back.

"Lydia, what a pleasure to see you! I see you have brought me what I asked you for". The deep voice of the panther rumbled in the room as he kissed the hyena's hand and glanced at me.

"My dear Lucius, when I received your letter I was so glad! It's been a long time since my favorite client -she winked at him- required my services, you got me worried".

"It's true my friend, work has kept me busy. There are some vices I cannot leave...", he looked back to his ebony pipe, " but others, they are easier to avoid living in the country. Besides, I'm sure your cleaning staff must be more than relieved from my absence this last few years" he smiled proudly.

The hyena laughed hysterically and remembered "Oh yes, you seem like some kind of perverted alquimist. You mix your body with the one of a sex slave and obtain, in return, an explosion of blood, sweat and semen like I've never seen in a room! Just to think of the walls... we had to paint after every of your visits", again her annoying giggle echoed in the vast hall.

The idea that his sexual encounters included blood spilling made my body shiver. The panther must have noticed it, he got serious and started walking slowly around me.

"He perfectly matches the description I gave you: Young...", he licked his lips. "Pretty...", his gaze was fixed on my purple eyes. "Weak...", he mocked me, lifting my thin arm. "Fragile, above all", his demoralization concluded, my ears hung flat.

"And with a virgin ass, don't forget that", the hyena added.

"I would never forget that", he smiled, tracing my spine with his fingertips, making me quiver.

The nerves were eating away at me, I had to clench my fists to stop my hands from trembling and make the shackles rattle. I wanted to run away from there, as soon as possible. This couldn't end up well for me. My nakedness made me feel more uncomfortable with every second that passed. All the looks were set on me.

Taking his meditative hand away from his chin, the panther addressed the female "Yes, I want him. It seems you know me too well, Lydia".

"Oh, Lucius, of course I know you well. You were just a few years older than this cat when you came for the first time to my whore house in Fangast, full of money, searching for an exotic and unbroken boy. Tell me, did I disappointed you that time?

"No. In fact, you overcame my expectations. You gave me an alberin slave, and a straight one, furthermore. It was a truly memorable fuck", he smiled, his eyes lost in the flames of the chimney.

There was an awkward silence while the bulge in his pants wouldn't stop growing. "Well, my dear, please make your mercenaries take off the shackles from him and arrange the payment with my manager", the panther folded his arms behind the back.

"B-But milord, we haven't discussed the price!" The raccoon complained.

"Give her whatever she asks", he said cryptic and then turned back to the hyena, "And Lydia, it's getting late. Would you like to join me for dinner?"

"Oh, Lucius, I appreciate it, but I have more 'deliveries' to do. Besides, I'm sure you're anxious to play with your new toy" she winked him. The panther said goodbye to his friend while a wolf set my hands and feet free from the chains. I rubbed my sore wrists with relief as I watched the raccoon guiding, moodily, the hyena and her group to his study. That's when I realized I was left alone with the panther. That is, without counting the guard, still as a statue, protecting the door. I haven't seen him blink in this whole time. Disturbing.

I stood idly in the middle of the room, holding my tail, not knowing what to do. The Lord approached the table and opened a rectangular box, pretty big, of black velvet. He moved aside, letting me see the content: Two red leather collars. One had a thick golden bone with a blank space for a name. The other, carried a huge goldplated sleigh bell.

"What's your name, slave?", he asked, leaning on the table.

"Nimbus, sir" I avoided eye contact. He played with the name in his mouth, deciding if he liked or not. With a simple "how fitting", he acknowledged my fur pattern.

"Well, Nimbus, I really hoped you were a feline, but the fact that you're a cat, just makes it better" he laughed and inevitably lifted the one with the sleigh bell. The panther positioned himself behind me and few seconds after, the generic collar that had been put on me in the market fell to the floor, and the swanky, humiliating replacement took it's place.

I couldn't help sticking my chin to my chest, it was the first time I was wearing something so expensive without having stolen it. I saw my dilated pupils as two black splotches reflected on the perfectly polished surface of the bell. The panther yanked the collar, making sure it was well secured and bringing me back to reality.

"Lovely", he said looking me up and down and making the bell ring with his thick finger. Enough for me to blush and look away in shame. The panther turned and walked to the fireplace, on whose mantelpiece there was another box, of red velvet, which he grabbed and opened in front of me.

No, he didn't proposed to me. Inside there was a solid gold arm bracelet. "Put it on", he said, handing me it. I held it in my paws for a moment, inspecting it. I knew it's intricate turns and refined details. So many times I had seen it through the shopwindow. "This is from Massimo's!", I couldn't contain my excitement.

"Ohh, the kitty knows his jewelry!", the panther seemed amused with my reaction. I hurried to put the bracelet on. Wearing so much gold made my chest swell with joy. Unconsciously, I was purring. "I see you like what I've bought for you. Good, because we're not finished yet", he pulled out a small silken bag from the bottom of the box. Inside, were four earrings.

"E-E-Earings? Master, I've never used... m-my ears ain't-", I stuttered trying to explain something that was evident. "That can be easily fixed", he grinned, fondling my ear. His body towered over me and I was completely covered by his shadow.

**

We went outside the main entrance to wave goodbye to the hyena. While the carriage never seemed to leave, I daydreamed with having a coat. The only good thing about the cold draft was it numbed the pain in my freshly pierced ears. The panther menaced with hanging the keychain for all the rooms from them if I tried to fight it. "There are 42 locks in this manor, just picture that weight" he said, tugging in emphasis. With a lot of whines from my part and enough blood for the panther to lick, the four earrings got finally attached.

Just when I had exhausted all the ridiculous ways to keep my body warm, all the cold-induced little dances, and was seriously considering hugging the nearest fur around, that's when the carriage took off.

I followed the panther inside, almost striding to get back to the main hall and take comfort in the heat of that huge chimney. But my master had other plans. He stopped next to the staircase and I, completely lost in my noble cause of not dying from hypothermia, didn't notice. With a loud "ahem" from the dark fur, I froze in a different way than already was and turned back sheepishly to his side. "Sorry", I put a crooked smile. He checked, once more, my body thoroughly, and then pointed upstairs with his gaze.

There was no doubt of where that led. I swallowed hard, considering if this was the right moment to take a sprint and get the fuck out of here. My tremors, though, reminded me that the nearest town was at least a mile and a half away. If the guards didn't catch on me, the cold would. I needed to get some clothes. But that meant... I had to follow along with this. Again, I gulped.

"Do I have to drag you up the stairs?! Because I'll be more than happy to do so!" he menaced, and by his expression he really seemed eager to do it. "N-no master", I shook my head frantically. He told me to go to the third floor and enter the first door to the right. The panther could've simply made me to follow, but he wanted to stay behind me, staring at my ass all the way up. Each step I climbed it slowly, never wanting to get to the end. The only thing pushing me forward was his hot breath on my back.

On the last step, a "Yeep!" escaped my maw as he squeezed my right buttock. He didn't let go until we entered the bedroom. Inside, my attention switched immediately to the fireplace. I got so close to the flames that I almost burnt my tail. When I raised my sight off the fire, the panther had already lost his jacket and shirt. Damn.

Damn, he's going to fuck me RIGHT NOW, and damn he works out. An anatomy book couldn't depict better proportions. He had the idyllic body to which all males should be compared, and dream to have. Hell, I wish I was so defined. Like the heroic statues we see in the main square, his muscles were carved out of stone. My fingers twitched by just thinking about tracing their form. If only he wasn't so much older than me.

"What are you waiting for, slave? Come unwrap your present!" The panther's tail rubbed his crotch suggestively. There was no point in fighting it. I knelt between his legs and slid my paws along the bulge in his pants, hearing him purr. The fabric was tensed to the breaking point. I unbuttoned them and the tension released, slapping right over my nose. The musk of his bright red member hit my nostrils like an stampede of hormones. It was big. I mean, I was cautious and kept a considerable distance before undoing his pants, yet there it was resting comfortably between my eyes. The balls were just as impressive; a pair of coal-furred, heavy low-hangers that could easily surpass the pound each. After years of selling fruits and vegetables in my dad's store, I'd become quite accurate weighting things with my paws. Though if this was the kind of goods I had to handle, I would end each day with a wide smile.

Hold on a second, is that?... he has something going through his nut! Fuck, and I thought the piercings on my ears hurt, that must be unbearable. He gotta be mad. Why would somebody do that to himself?

I preferred not to ask and squeezed his balls lightly in my palm. He groaned softly, closing his eyes. A glob of precum splashed the bridge of my nose. I pawed it off, getting the cock up and off my face. That's when I saw it's full girth. I'm scrawny but it was almost as thick as my arm. 'It won't fit', I told myself, shaking my head unconsciously.

The panther's hand took hold of my chin, his thumb rubbing my lips. "Open up", he commanded. I took a deep breath before following his order, it might be the last in a while. Inch by inch his cock entered my maw, stretching my jaw to no avail. And so the game of asphyxiation began, with my unsuppressed gag reflex painfully massaging his rod.

His iron grip on my head set the pace, just giving me enough time to either take a half breath or swallow a droplet of pre. At least he didn't tugged my ears, I settled with the smallest of acts.

Much more sooner than I expected, the jingling of the bell in my neck ceased and the panther pulled out. A thread of saliva connected my mouth with his tapered tip as I tried to ease the pain in my lungs.

"You didn't really expected me to waste my seed on your mouth, didn't you, slave?" He grinned, lifting me from the armpits. Bastard, he could've spared me the choking. Once on my feet, he turned me around and pressed his hardness on my back. His hands wrapped around my torso, one casually brushed my brand. "Don't!", I yelped.

"Don't? Nobody tells me what to do, slave. If I want to touch your wounds...", he rubbed my pubis, making me squirm, "I'll touch them. Is that clear, Nimbus?" I nodded silently, my voice would came out cracked if I tried to speak. There was a wet spot on my back, this dominance over me really turned him on.

His right paw made it's way up against my chest, before it's index finger pushed into my mouth. I instinctively sucked it. I liked the feeling, it calmed me like a pacifier. Only when his hand disappeared from my sight I realized what I'd just done.

"Now, relax" He whispered to my ear. It took all my efforts to stop my insides from clenching on his finger. When I had grown accustomed enough to voice down my moaning, a second appendage joined the other. It lacked some lubrication and my muscles were failing to dilate fast enough, causing me to groan in burning pain. A few more thrusts and a loud *pop!* later, they were gone.

The panther pushed me roughly into bed, my heart racing as I got on all fours. It was happening, I'm finally gonna have sex. He's not the ideal partner I'd been waiting to, but if he's going to fuck me, I may enjoy it as well.

I was hard as a rock, the anxiety taking me over an emotional rollercoaster, going from lust to fear. He was too thick. It was like trying to get a finger trough the eye of a needle. Either one will break; and I'm guessing in my case, it won't be the "finger".

The panther's paws squeezing my buttocks, forced me to express my concerns. "M-Master... Please be gentle. Y-You know it's my first time", I looked pleadingly into his eyes.

"Gentle? Kid, the last time I had a tight butt like yours, all to myself, was probably before you were born. This is going to be the opposite of gentle". He leaned over me and softly bitted my ear, his hardness rubbing between my cheeks, getting my crack slick with pre.

I trembled.

The only warning I got was his tapered tip, playfully teasing my tailhole. An instant later, what I thought was his full length, got brutally shoved into my little pucker. In a fraction of a second I lost my breath, my ears raised, my mouth and eyes widened and I was completely unable to utter a sound from the terrible pain of what could only be described as a thousand little knives stabbing my anus.

"Ooooh, so warm and tight! Tight, tight, tight! You're the tightest fuck I ever had!", the panther slapped my ass. That, just like a newborn baby, made me suck air and scream.

"It huuurts! Please, take it out! You're TOO BIG", my whines did nothing but stroke his ego.

"I'm too big?", he laughed, "Well, guess what slave, I haven't bottomed out yet". My eyes widened in terror as I felt his penis recede and then return with further speed and deepness. The moment his balls slapped my taint, my body went rigid. I desperately tried to shear the mattress with my claws, but thanks to those bastards in the market I no longer had them.

I clenched my teeth, my fists, everything but my tailhole, and groaned with each of his relentless thrusts. In the middle of such prolonged pain, a sudden spark of pleasure blinded my sight. He'd hit a spot inside me; a sweet, sweet spot. I wanted -no, I NEEDED- to feel that again. So long, I'd been idle as he pounded me, but now I strived to meet his thrust and flood my senses with pleasure.

At first I was completely out of sync, awkwardly bouncing against his thighs. But with time I achieved my goal and received that sweet reward, moaning in absolute delight. Several times I was able to enjoy that feeling, but not enough before the panther reached his climax.

Without a warning, Lord Kirian dug his fangs deep into my shoulder, adding a dash of red to my silver fur.

I cried out. Two opposite sources of pain were too much for me to handle. More now, that he pounded me furiously. I was stuck in an endless whimper.

And then, all the fornicating sounds ceased abruptly, giving room to the great solo finale. The panther's body went still, his jaw somehow clenched even harder on my flesh. There, it was my turn. I interpreted the slave's song. They were just my raw screams, but for him it was music, the kind that no instrument can play.

For a brief moment, all my senses went out and I could focus on that new experience: his warm cum filling me. Spurt after spurt, one erratic thrust after another, his bite on my shoulder slowly loosened. Completely spent, he collapsed on top of me and, by inertia, I fell flat on the bed. We stayed like that, panting in silence while he licked the blood on my shoulder.

Eventually and with a loud groan from my part, he pulled out. The panther grabbed a white rug and toweled his dick off. My poor ring of leather was so sore I yelped when he stroked it with the soft cloth. He tossed the rug to the floor and it was all red. I whimpered, squeezing the covers, imagining for how long I would suffer the sequels.

The panther had put on a robe and walked calmly around the bed, just looking at me with a big smile.

"When you're done wailing, come down stairs and join me for dinner. I imagine you must be hungry. I sure am. Nothing like a good fuck to open the appetite!" He left the room laughing.

I waited a few seconds before burying my face in the covers and scream all the sorrow out of my chest. Very therapeutic. The delicious smell of food being cooked made it's way to my nose. My stomach ached, last thing I ingested was that disgusting beverage early in the morning. Fuck, it was tempting, but no. I have to get out of here.

With wobbly legs I made it to a standing position and opened his wardrobe. I snatched a pair of way-too-long-for-me pants and a coat that reached to my knees. With a few folds and a belt, they were good to go. I peeked outside the window and was surprised to see no guards. This is it.

With the same curiosity, my head peeped to the hallway. A coyote was in front of the stairs, he almost saw me. Dammit! How the hell I'm gonna get to the ground? Unless...

**

It was the second time today that my body hit the gravel, that improvised rope I made with the beddings untangled itself in the last few meters. Luckily, I bounced in the bushes before ramming the ground. I cursed myself for not taking that stupid collar off, it jingled with my every move. Fuck it, it will be my prize for putting up to this hell.

I ran for my life. My heart felt like exploding but I kept sprinting through the crops. As if things weren't hard enough, it started raining. The lightnings showed me the path but the mud seriously slowed me down.

After several minutes on my personal marathon, I made it to the nearby town. I leaned against a wall to catch my breath. My legs were shaking and I felt lightheaded. My body couldn't keep with this pace, but I was certain a pack of 'yotes would be chasing me anytime soon. If I don't keep moving, they'll catch me.

That's when I saw the horses in front of the tavern, nobody was on the street but I still sneaked to get to them. Just like ever, luck was not on my side. They were tightly secured to the post and I couldn't untie the knot. I even made an honest try at chewing the leather leash, but nothing.

Time to improvise...

"Anyone here is willing to ride me to the city or sell a horse?!" I made a dramatic entrance, kicking the saloon doors open. It would've been much more cooler if I wasn't panting and my voice curtly from a sore throat.

"I would ride you all night long!" A drunken rat yelled. I glanced at him and made my way to the bar, wincing when I sat. My tailhole was on fire. The looks weren't very friendly, but I guess it's normal in a small town to distrust foreigners.

"Come on, I pay well!" I slammed two of the earrings on the countertop. That raised their attention considerably. An alberin sitting beside me left his drink and turned to face me.

"What's the story, cat? What are you doing here in the middle of the night, looking for a ride?" His eyes were completely inexpressive.

"I'm traveling from Mavlin, I have urgent affairs to attend in Vemiria. My horse couldn't stand the trip, he died halfway from exhaustion. I've been on foot since. There, happy? Now, do you have a horse or are you just wasting my time?" Lying came natural to me.

"What a mood! It's raining pretty hard, you know?" Of course I know, I'm soaking wet! "I can do it for those two pieces once the storm stops. But if you want to go now... it gets pricier" he eyed the other two earrings on my left ear.

"What?! I'm already offering a fortune! You're ripping me off!" With all I suffered to get those, I really hoped to keep them.

"It's on you, cat. Just how rushed are you to meet your destination?" He'd figured me out. I was desperate, every second counted.

"Fine." I squinted.

"Good, I'll take half in advance", in a blink, he snatched the two pieces on the table and briefly inspected them.

"Hrm, it's engraved, <<L.K.>>", he arched an eyebrow, "It will be harder to sell, but it's still good. Have a beer, it's on me" he saved the earrings in his pocket and motioned the bartender to serve me.

"No, really, I'm just fine. Let's get going." I got down of the stool. But he stayed there, giving me the back.

"Come on, don't be rude. We're making a trip together, have a toast with me" he insisted.

"Okay" I rolled my eyes and sat down again.

"For not getting struck by a lightning before I get to spend your gold!" He laughed and slammed his jar against mine. I drank it all in three gulps, impressing the bartender.

"Satisfied? Good. Let's get out of here!" My feet made contact with the floor and I would have fallen if it wasn't for the alberin's paw on my chest. Quickly, my limbs were getting numb.

"What have you done?!" I looked angered at him. He got up and opened my coat. Fuck, the collar.

"Just what I thought... but I gotta confirm it", he grinned and pulled down my pants. I was unable to move a finger as he touched my brand.

"Yep... you're a slave. One so foolish to steal from the Mayor and wear his darn clothes! Come on guys, help me tie him down!" Each of his words was a little nail being hammered into my heart.

"Nooo, pleaaase! Don't take me back there! I can't go back! Pleaase!" Tears fell down my cheeks.

"Listen, kid. He OWNS this town, we don't want any trouble. I imagine your life must be hard enough, but if you keep screaming, I'll hit you. Do you understand?" I nodded, unable to contain my sobbing.

They tied me down on the floor and loaded me on a horse. The rain helped to hide the constant flow of tears. Halfway through the crops we met with the coyotes' search party. They escorted us back to the manor.

The strength had begun to return to my limbs when I stepped on the gravel again, but they were just too many and I was too devastated to try anything. The coyotes moved me through the house without I could touch the ground again, they were holding me up from my armpits. The raccoon looked pissed off at me before opening the main hall's doors. Inside, the table was served for two. One plate was empty, it's cutlery dirty from recent use. The other had cold, untouched food. With his arms folded behind his back, the panther faced the fireplace, watching the flame in silence as he held a glass of red wine.

"Milord, the villagers brought him back" announced the manager.

"Good, see they get rewarded for their loyalty", he sounded calm but didn't even turn to face us.

"And what shall we do with the slave?" The raccoon slapped the back of my head.

He shook the wine, pondering the answer. "Take him to the frame, he must be punished". The frame? I didn't knew what it was, but the second part of that sentence was enough to make me tremble and whimper, pointlessly fighting the 'yotes iron grip.

I was brought to a dungeon. Yes, he had a fucking dungeon. Just how lucky I am. They tied me over a pivoting X frame and then left me facing the ceiling. The room's walls were nightmare material, and my active imagination wouldn't stop bringing new conceptions of what he could consider "punishment".

The moment he entered the room I started begging. "Master! I'm sorry, it won't happen again! I'll be good. Please, don't hurt me!"

"SHUT UP", he roared. Had he smacked me harder, my cheekbone would've been broken. I was paralyzed in fear, my head aimed in the direction his slap left it. He removed my collar and replaced it with a heavier, metal one. It had a knob on it's side which he began to adjust.

"Nougk!" I squirmed as it tightened around my neck, cutting the airflow. It was painful, my own Adam's apple suffocated me. He turned the frame ninety degrees, leaving my crotch at eye level, and disappeared behind me.

A whooshing sound drew my attention and the next thing I knew, a whip cracked on my balls. I tried to scream but no sound left my maw. I just choked.

He flogged me madly, giving special attention to my cock, balls and ass. During an hour I faded in and out of consciousness, my head pulsing like a second heart. He was relentless, determined to set every inch of my body on fire. My eyes were dilated, my vision completely blurred, my ears were there just to hear the next whiplash. Pain had become my world.

It only stopped when I was no longer responding to his abuse. "You look miserable enough", he acknowledged, putting the whip aside. The panther rotated the frame back to his original position and removed the metal collar from my strained neck. His paw softly stroked my heaving chest as I sobbed.

"Don't ever try to leave me again, Nimbus. Submit to me and this will be the worst punishment you'll ever receive. However, if you insist in this behavior... I'll make sure the damage is permanent. I can be very kind, you'll discover, but that... you have to earn it.", his voice was calm, almost soothing.

He unfastened me and took my limp body in his strong arms, carrying me all the way up to his chamber. He got me in bed, undressed himself and got in too. There he licked, caressed and nuzzled me in a very tender way. Hell, we were even spooning. It was too much for me to handle. Yet again, I was crying. The same panther that had just tortured me some moments ago, was now treating me like a lover. It was confusing, I loved the feeling of that warm mass of muscles enveloping me, his breath heating my neck. But at the same time, my body trembled with fear and soreness.

"Shhh... It's all right. Cry if you must. But don't be afraid of me, Nimbus. As long as you do what I say, I won't hurt you", he pressed my body tighter against his frame and nuzzled my neck some more. I did sobbed for awhile. Until now, I hadn't accepted I was a slave. There was always the hope of escaping and taking my life back. But after today, all hope is gone. My brothers, my father. I'll never see them again. Yes, they were mostly assholes with me, but they were my family.

I decided I was done with this awful day and left the panther's caresses sooth me into sleep. His third leg pressed on my back was strangely comforting. For so many years I'd wanted to feel another male against me... at least I got this, I settled, with a big yawn.