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“Get the…ff…FUCK off me!"

A loud sigh left the alligator's scaley lips as he entertained his own exasperation. “You really don't know how to be civil, do you pussy cat?" he asked, firmly gripping the tigress' chin and lifting to look her in the eye. He recoiled quickly, barely evading her snapping teeth. “Fuckin- Alright you, enough. Hold her steady" he said, sheathing his sword.

“Get…Get…LET GO, MUTT!" she yowled out. The feline shook her shoulders to try and break free.

The two guardsmen behind her lifted her a little higher, holding her arms behind her back from either side. A sickening noise filled the air as one wicked fist connected with her belly, the feline doubling over. She coughed and tried her hardest to not immediately lose her lunch. She failed miserably, of course. What? You try getting a solid punch to the gut without warning!

“Right. Take her to the stockade before she bites someone's face off. Oh, and..." said the alligator before he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. “Pull her hair back," he commanded; the cat shrieked in muffled indignation as her hair was stiffly yanked, and a sweat-fouled cloth stuffed into her maw. “Last week she tricked some poor guardsman into letting his guard down. Be weeks before his ankle's healed enough to walk again," he warned them.

Muffled noises followed the three of them as their sergeant grumbled his frustrations, not quite as out-of-earshot as he expected. The guard on her left, a stout ox with a notch in his horn, snorted and then spit as he carried her along. “Lucky fer you I loik m'women docile 'n' sweet," he drawled.

The other one, a grey wolf with a bit of mange on his ear, laughed, “Not me. I like'm to have a little fight in em. More satisfying to tame em." As his compatriot looked over to him, he reassured, “Aaah don't worry pussycat. I only tame willin girls. 'sides, you're so damn feral I'd prob'ly never get the fleas off!"

The tigress' ears flattened as she seethed silently, trying and failing to block out their humiliating laughter. They could both rot in Gorlena, for all she cared. Damn them both! For big, strong men, they sure had weak skins. At least the alligator only hit her when she tried to bite.

“Call me a mutt one more time, bitch. I'll show you a mutt," whispered the wolf in her ear. “Might take a while though; you gotta grow em for me first," he sneered before they turned the alley to the stockades. She ignored him as best she could, knowing he was all bark. The sight before her, however, was rather more intimidating.

Silbriton was many things. A trade town on a crossroads, the path between two major empires, the first jewel of the Fathered Valley, and a scum pit. But most pressing of all, it was a place of merciless lawmen. Lawmen who tuck their damned noses where they didn't belong! What business of it was theirs if she defended her honor from a cad and a brute? Even if she put her claws to use in the process, a girl had to protect herself around these parts!

The sound of clinking chains rushed past her ears, shortly before the sound of shouting men and a yowling woman; the door had opened to allow a cacophony to escape. A moment of panic took her, and she tried in vain to break free. The heavy thud of the thick door closing behind her ended her struggle as she felt doom settle on her.

“This one fancies herself a fighter. And a biter, no less," claimed the lupine on her right to the bookman.

“Aye, nearly took ol' Ophus' fingers off, she did," drawled the one on her left. “An' we caught'er tryna send some poor guy's nads t'the sea. Roight li'l toothy-tart this one!" he added.

She made her complaints about this characterization of her actions. They were far less effective than the thick cloth at blocking them.

“Is this the one that broke Teepo's ankle last week?" asked the bookman, his voice gratingly high-pitched and raspy; a vulture. How typical.

“Aye, that's what Ophus was tellin' us anyway," answered her right-arm-man. She growled from behind her gag.

“MMm… Let me get a closer look at her," rasped the vulture man, standing up and leaning over the bench. He adjusted a monocle and squinted at her. Somehow, his smell was more offensive than his voice. “Myes. You probably didn't hear that she tried to make off with his family jewels, too. Lucky enough, she missed. Teepo's a bright-eyed rookie, you know. He certainly didn't deserve what you did to him," he chastised, as if she cared.

The ox man snorted and gripped her arm tighter, pressing into her back painfully. The wolf on her other side did similar. “Sounds like this one needs makin' an example of," he growled toothily, turning his head to snap his jaws just next to her ear. She might've kept her cool, if not for the fact that door was DEFINITELY too heavy for her to try and break free.

“Myes. I rather agree," rasped the bookman. “Take her to the back cells. She won't be hurting anyone there. I'll start the arrangements," he said. Her eyes widened, and she tried in vain to struggle free. Her eyes stayed on him as she was unceremoniously dragged away, panic overcoming her as she feared what unstated arrangements he intended for her.

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The feline caught her breath in the isolated cell they left her in. She was frustrated as hell! She'd banged her fists uselessly on the door to her new 'residence,' and took to screaming when that failed. As she'd finally given in, the tension burned out of her. Pain and the soreness of her freedom-seeking struggles angrily made themselves known, a merciless reminder of her failure.

She stood up with a deep breath, finally regarding the cell for something other than its unyielding door. There was a window with iron bars blocking escape; they were far too thick to bend. A small bench hung from the wall, an uncomfortable seat and bed for a single occupant. It was about as ill-appointed a room as one could find and still call it fitting occupancy for anything other than a beast.

She wondered after her…more unmentionable needs, but a small mini-door opened at the base of the door. It was as if they could read her mind; a bucket unceremoniously slid in, shortly before the mini door slammed shut again. Well…it'd have to do; humiliating as it was, it was better than the available alternatives!

She sighed as she tried to plan her escape from them. Fighting her way out was clearly off the table. Charming her way out? Off the table. Sneaking out? Not that she could see; at least, not that she could yet see, and she didn't expect to be here long enough to figure a way out. The easy way-no. Definitely not.

No. She was stuck here for now, however much she might hate it and the men holding her here. Stuck as she was with her impotence, her thoughts, and her memories, she began to ponder just what that measly morsel of a clerk had to say. With too much energy, and little else to do, the feline paced angrily in the small space. Back and forth she went, waiting to pounce on anything that might come within her reach.

“Arrangements," he'd said. What sort of “arrangements"? Was she to be flogged, her body scarred and ruined for most but the worst of things? Or perhaps the labor camps; perhaps they'd put her to work feeding and attending to the glorified slaves of the mines. Perhaps they would toss her in a dark hole somewhere and forget about her. Or banishment… She'd never heard of anyone banished who'd ever lived, let alone returned.

“QUIET DOWN IN DERE!" she heard from a frustrated guard, clattering a mug on the bars shortly after her scream of frustrated rage. As her rage gave way at last, she curled up into a ball on the bench. She stuffed her face in against her thighs, hiding from the light, from the guards, from her shame…and the very gentle sobbing she now tried to conceal from her captors. She didn't want them to have the satisfaction.

An hour later, a plate of food came through the little hatch. Perhaps that was too generous; it was a slab of chipped wood with stale bread on it. She picked it up and regarded it, her lip turning up as she realized it was more than a day old; they fed to her what was no longer fit for anyone else. How typical.

And yet, hunger is hunger, and food is food. The needs of the body eventually outweigh the dignities of the mind; any strumpet or alms-seeker knew that. As she finished the bread and the stagnant silence set in again, her mind wandered to other needs.

Would she be able to sleep tonight? The bench was hardly comfortable. Would she be fed enough? She doubted it; enough to not die, but certainly not enough to quite live. At least she was granted a bucket for the most insistent and unrelenting urges.

It didn't take long for her to eventually grow bored. She'd never had so long with so little to occupy herself. For a time, she tried humming; it was some old dancing tune she'd grown up with. Apparently, the guard outside didn't find it quite as appealing, and she had to stop.

Next, she tried thinking of old riddles and trying to remember the answers. Riddles are far less appealing when you're sharing them with only yourself. Once again, the guard was of no help. Before too long she was down to cloud-watching and counting-games, vestiges of the desperate.

She counted stones, boards, bars, clouds…eventually she tried counting hours, and even dates. It wasn't long from there before she realized that her heat would be coming around any day. Wouldn't it be just her luck if she went into heat while under the watchful eye (and crushing thumb) of the city's 'finest'?

It started from there as a tingle. A little itch that made itself known more and more as the sun began to set. She'd had so little to do, and there's only so long a girl can go with nothing to do before she thinks of that little distraction. She tried focusing on her counting games again. The last thing she wanted was to give the guards a show! …even if one or two of them might be kind of cute.

She almost slapped herself. Wake up, girl! It's the restlessness talking! That's what she told herself, and she put it out of her mind. Four-hundred fifty-six stones…four-hundred fifty-seven… It'd probably been that many days since she'd got laid last. More even. What she wouldn't have given right then for-

She sighed loudly and shouted, “How much longer!?" The guard outside didn't answer. She wasn't sure why she'd bothered.

The itch was, of course, still there. Her cheeks burned a little, more from frustration than embarrassment or arousal. She realized that she wouldn't be able to hold out forever; eventually her body would win. Again. At least it would be a way to pass the time…something to do, something they couldn't so easily take from her. And it'd be damn fun. …there were surely worse ways to pass time in a dark cell!

The following day was uneventful. More stale bread, more pacing, more clouds. The bars stayed the same, as did the stones and that DAMNABLE DOOR! She took a chance trying to pry a window bar free. Predictably, it did not budge.

More bread. More pacing. More clouds, different colors. She realized there was a new guard. She found out that he DID like humming! However, she also realized that he liked humming patriotic anthems and depressing old war tunes. She did not. The itch was back.

More bread. More pacing. Some clouds, and the setting of the sun. She'd been there more than a day, at that point, and she'd completely run out of things to do. The itch was incessant, merciless, and taunting.

The night wasn't much better. Unable to do much all day long, she had fallen into naps more than once. It was night-time, and she couldn't sleep. The itch was as oppressive as before, if not more so. She couldn't be sure if it was just bad timing, or something they laced the bread or water with, but she was almost certain her heat had started. She was miserable!

Thankfully, she was also quite practiced at being quiet. Don't judge; have you ever been in heat and locked away from any source of relief? Try it and then judge a girl! It took three sessions, and a squeal that ripped past her self-applied gag before she finally burned off enough tension to pass out and properly sleep.

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Clanking and jingling noises woke her from her slumber. She covered her eyes as the glaring sunlight scorched her retinas, having overslept after a late night of worry and helpless rumination. Only when exhaustion overtook her did she finally fall asleep. She was paying for it now, groggily grunting as she was dragged to her feet again.

“What…where-" she tried to ask, before being cruelly having her jaw wrenched open. Two guards again, one taking hold of her arms and lifting her while the other stuck some kind of metal into her opened maw. She hissed and spat at him, but she was unable to shake either of them off. A strap went around her head, and she glared daggers at the man while he fastened it into place.

“You won' be boitin' nobody t'day," he said, before making an ominous chortle with a creepy grin. She felt her heart leap in her chest, then drop into her stomach. Something about that look made her night's worries come rushing back. The one behind her loosened his grip, and she wrenched herself free!

The tigress kicked off, running for the open door. Their surprise gave her just enough time to get away! Her surprise at slamming face first into a rhinoceros man gave him just enough time to catch her. She bounced off him with a grunt, and she was thankful for his quick reflexes as he caught her fall. She was far less thankful for the sudden black of the inside of a burlap sack over her head, or the stench of the wretched thing.

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She was outside. She could tell that much, feeling the blessed warmth of the sun on her fur. Many of the wimps of this town complained about how hot it could get, especially in Sordas' time of the year. But for a tigress like her, the heat was a blessing. The winds that blew down from the mountains could chill the bone of a stripeling like her, and they only seemed to relent during the summer months.

Beyond being outside, however, she could tell little else. The sack smelled strongly of vomit and even the faint acridness of urine; did they never wash this fucking bag!? She'd have rendered her complaints to the proprietor, if not for lacking the ability to work her jaw and tongue effectively. Or who even was next to her, for that matter.

She muffled a yowl as her toe smacked against something. Wood, by the sound of it. She felt herself being lifted, and the thump of the guards' heavy boots on some sort of stair…no, it was a platform of some kind. She heard words, though she was surprised just how effective the sack was at concealing the particulars. A conversation, likely a hand-off of some kind.

The feline plotted in that moment a means of escape; such trade-offs were excellent opportunities, with both parties distracted and focused on each other. Unfortunately, one of the two escorting her took this moment to kick her leg to the side, hobbling her gait. She felt one hand grip her shoulder painful and the other hold her wrist tensely; the man forced her forward, and she worried she might fall on her face.

She felt, instead, something catch her. Her forehead hit something, and then she was forced to step forward again. Her breath hitched, loud in the bag; she was dizzy from so little fresh air. She felt a hand on her unrestrained wrist, then a pull; the other wrist was similarly pulled. Both forwards, as if she were holding her hands up in the air. A loud THUMP sounded about her, and the hands finally released her.

She shouldn't have been surprised; no way would they let her go like this unless they had no reason to hold her still. She knew she was in the public stocks even before they ripped the bag off her head. Loud gasping and coughing filled her ears; it was her own of course. She felt her senses and sensibility coming back to her as fresh air filled her lungs. That damnable bag!

A scruffy dog knelt before her, thumping a sign into place on the pole holding her up. Damn. Not the stocks; the pillories. This was humiliation at its finest; she'd seen poor saps here before. The last time she'd been in this square, some guy was coated in half-rotten vegetable matter; looks like they hadn't been idle about making her an example.

The dog looked up to her, a complicated look on his face. She wasn't sure, but it seemed to be some mix of excitement and…pity? Her tail tucked as she felt the dread roll through her again. She grunted wordlessly at him, trying in vain to ask him what was on the sign. He stood and went around her side and out of sight. She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to find some measure of comfort in this strange position.

Her ears shot up in alarm as she heard the sudden sound of ripping behind her. Rhythmic tearing ran up her back, some cool metal tool running along her spine while fabric went lax about her. She shrieked in protest, feeling her blouse being destroyed without warning. Shortly after it fell away from her, she felt another pull at her waist, shortly before her skirts fell limply about her ankles.

Even without words, it wasn't hard for her to make the dog know her displeasure at this indignity. She'd seen one left naked here before. She was quite thankful it was much warmer this time.

Everything was quiet for a moment; they must've taken her here shortly after the workers in the district had all arrived at their places of employment. A few random folks turned their heads to look at her as they passed. Some looked alarmed, some looked and then quickly looked away. But the most frightening look was the one man who stared for a moment and then smiled at her. Something about his look made her stomach turn…and flutter?

She growled at him, watching him laugh and turn back to whatever business had his mind. Meanwhile, she was still growling. Not at him, but rather this strange feeling in her gut. She didn't like it. Not in this place, and certainly not at this time.

Her ears flattened, reddened with embarrassment as she squeaked in surprise; the tingling sensation of a hand on her bare ass caught her quite off guard in her moment of reflection. She whimpered and lashed her tail as she felt it squeeze and rub along her bare fur. “The real fun starts soon, pussy cat…but I want a turn before everyone else gets their shot at you," she felt rumble into her ear.

Her eyes shifted wildly in her head as she contemplated what he meant. That hand on her back, on her ass, against her tail. The warmth of the sun on her fur. That damnable feeling in her gut.

Perhaps it was that pity, but she heard his voice again; she was sure it was the dog now. “They picked a rough one for you. But if what they told me was true…well, you sure sound like you deserve it," he said. “I'll try to ease you into it some, though; I can't imagine how horrible this would be if you got started with a rougher man than I," he murmured past her ear.

She had no time to parse his words before she felt a burst of warm air, followed by a hot, wet lash against her sex. An unstifled moan escaped from her as he shamelessly licked between her forcibly spread thighs. She tried to close them, but her ankle smacked painfully against wood. She whimpered as he just…kept…going.

There were many things to make her angry in this world. Right at that moment, however, was the feeling in her belly. She just couldn't stop herself from feeling it: enjoyment. Anticipation. She should be furious with him, the guards, the town. She should be terrified of what she knew would almost certainly come next. She should be fighting for her life to break free.

Instead, she felt the anticipation, the enjoyment, and the insatiable lust. Instead, she felt the tip of her tail twitch against the middle of her back. Instead, she felt her hips lifting as his hands took hold of them.

A shriek filled the empty square, reporting as he made sure she was no longer empty. Too easily it slid in, the cat's cheeks burning as he so easily slipped himself deep into her. She dropped her head, closing her eyes for a moment as the sensations took her. The soft wind past her whiskers. The sun on her back. Fingers gently kneading her backside. His cock throbbing inside of her. May Felas bite her scruff, it felt…good.

She let out a whimper, helpless to resist as his hips shifted until they met her rump. He was graciously gentle with her, as he'd promised. She'd had a couple of lovers in her past, enough to know that this dog was being rather kind by comparison. Well, kind if not for the fact that she couldn't exactly say 'no' to him.

“That's it, pussy cat. Mfff…Nice and easy. Loosen-ah fuck-loosen up for me, girl," he crooned behind her, and she could feel the strange shift of his thickness inside her, wiggling side to side; he must have been wagging. Damn dogs. “Trust me, it's for the best. Ahhhh yeaah. Better me than some of these brutes out here," he rumbled down to her.

She moaned out despite herself, unable to stay angry at a moment where his hands were playing her body like a fiddle. He was decently endowed, and he clearly knew how to use it. That feeling in her gut blossomed, and she felt her nipples tingle while her dangling tits jostled with his quickening pace.

She tried to call on her anger, to tell him to fuck off and to take his bullshit well-meaning with him. She couldn't have finished it, even without the strange ring in her maw. She was making a long, humiliating moan as he dragged out what only her own fingers had ever successfully managed before.

One hand slid up her belly, gently supporting her breast while he throbbed his way to completion inside of her. Fur frizzed across her body as she realized exactly what he'd done, a chill rolling down her form as reality settled in. “Sorry, but-mmnng-I'm p-pretty sure one more won't matter by – hah – by the end of the day," he justified as his unrequested semen built an afterglow inside her.

She couldn't speak, not in any effective way. Perhaps it was something in the way she was mewling for him, or just a moment of remorse; she felt his hands gently kneading her breasts as he cooed her sentence to her, “One day, free use. Breeding bitch to be tamed. Cum and go, no questions asked." She felt her heart drop from her chest. A big part of her was suddenly very glad he was her first, even as the rest of her hated him for what he'd done with her…to her.

She heard the gentle shooshing sound from behind her, and a soothing petting along her back and belly as he tried to calm her. She was hyperventilating, and her neck and wrists hurt from banging in vain against the pillory. She relaxed as she heard the first bells ringing in the distance. Perhaps not so much “relaxed" as “gave in to exhaustion."

She gasped out wearily, a weak little mewl escaping as he came around in front of her. All she saw at first was his messy, dangling cock in front of her before got his trousers back into place. He kneeled and she saw his face. “You're the second one I've seen like this. If you uh…if you have any pups that look like me, come find me?" he offered with a half-pity, half-smug smile before he turned and walked out of view again.

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Ragged whimpering reported her senses returning as her latest “disciplinarian" rubbed himself clean on her cheek. It was hot in so many ways as the sun passed its zenith; she'd been here for hours. She could barely register the words as one man passed the torch to the next, even as the exchange took place in front of her. She was too tired…too sore…too turned on and needy.

She was sore everywhere. Hours of heat – figurative and literal – and punishment had been enough to make her remember this day forever, let alone the souvenir likely already taking root in her belly. She'd lost count of the number of lovers emptying themselves on and inside her, and old and new marks scored her pelt from the grip of claws and fingertips as each left their mark on her.

As hot as her ass burned from the spanking and rutting, she suspected she could serve as a light source. Graciously, she'd become used to the smell; the second hour had been the worst so far as the heat soured the fluids left on or dripping from her. It was a small blessing from Verasta that she hadn't lost her breakfast from it; that would've smelled even worse.

She felt a light pressure on her cheek, absently disregarding it while going over just how thoroughly she'd already been used. That and just how eager she was for him to just get it over with and get into her already. She was almost certain at this point she was in heat; was it luck, or did they somehow plan this?

“I said 'how's your sentence going,' slut? You deaf? They fuck the sense out of you already?" she heard the words float through. Somehow, she realized that this time the new man was trying to talk to her. That was surprising. She lazily looked up, and the fire in her blazed once more as she realized it was the wolf guard from before.

The man laughed as she growled ferally at him, grateful for the sturdiness of her bindings; the wood creaked as she reflexively tried to strike, clearly forgetting her situation for only a moment. “Yeah, there's that pussy cat. What? Cat got your tongue? Someone catch a tiger by her tail?" he taunted her.

She heard the wood scraping under his feet as he stood up and looked her over. “Sheesh, looks like a lot of dirty bastards caught your tail already. You're a sloppy, dripping mess, slut," she heard from behind her. Her cheeks burned, somehow his disgust more humiliating than any of the fucking she'd be subjected to so far.

“Yeah, I don't want to touch that. Who knows what's up in there by now," he said. She heard the ruffling of cloth, and then a pressure on her cheek again. “Hey. Bitch, I know you know what to do with this, now get to it!" came his impatient demand.

With the sensitive, easily damaged flesh of the man who got her put here inches away from her maw, she couldn't help but think to herself: why does heat have to make him smell so good right now? She was so eager to give him his well-deserved comeuppance. All she had to do was open her jaws and-

She moaned out as she sucked, her eyes opening wide in disbelief as she realized she was giving him head rather than biting it off. “What the fuck!?" she internally said to herself. Her jaw and tongue seemed to be working on autopilot…and from how he was groaning, that autopilot seemed to be good.

“Gods damn, slut, you're good at this. Either you've been playing hard-to-get with me, or yer a damn natural," he slurred, his fingers working carelessly at and between her ears.

She seethed internally, willing herself to bite down. Instead, she just drew a groan from him as her lips took the brunt of the pointed pressure. DAMN THIS HEAT! And damn him for rutting her face!

She heard a muffled male voice, too distracted to catch wind of what'd been said. She found out quickly, though, as she felt the next man slide under her tail. Apparently, her reaction was hilarious to the wolf.

“Wow, and here I thought you had no more surprises for me. Slutty little kitty not a back-door beauty?" he taunted her once more. “Don't worry, you'll have all the training you need before the end of the day. Probably a litter too, by the smell of you. Speaking of…a good litter needs a good meal. Now hold still," he continued.

She squealed in furious indignation as his fingers gripped under her chin, holding her head like some kind of sex toy. He certainly used her like one, his hips thrusting vigorously. He was big, too. Too big! She could barely breathe between moments of her throat being blocked off by his glans. She felt a moment of gratefulness for his constant squirting lubing her mouth up for him; she hated that moment so deeply. The man behind her seemed to feel otherwise.

“Unnghh! H-here comes your snack, slut!" he warned her, moments before stuffing her nose painfully into his crotch. The stench made her feel almost drunk, his musk overwhelming so close to the source. She realized she was swallowing, and that the guy behind her was filling her back door as if waiting for the wolf-guard's queue.

Breath surged back into her lungs and then back out as she broke into a hacking fit. She glared at the guard, or one of them; she was seeing double in the moment's reprieve.

“Hope you liked that. It's the only kind of meal you're getting today. I'll be back later to check on yer…training," he said, stuffing his cum-slicked cock back into his pants. He turned and walked off with a laugh. Her empty sex clenched needfully. “Fuck you too, asshole," she barely managed.

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As the sun set low to the horizon, she closed her eyes from the glare. She wondered if the Sun Gods were enjoying the show. She wondered if they were stroking themselves with her in the spotlight. She wondered if perhaps one of her studs had secretly been a Sun God in disguise. That'd be kind of hot.

She imagined someone watching her, spit-roasted like this in public. The way her fur felt, she must be dripping with fluid from a number of men she'd lost count of already. With even a little luck, at least one of them had already planted a bastard in her belly; the third man to claim her had been feline, barbs and all.

She figured she wasn't the only one feeling hot about the whole mess. Several more than just the men who'd fucked her had seemingly passed by just to enjoy playing with her breasts or giving her ass a slap. Somehow, those teasing hands were more humiliating than the cocks inside her. Sexy enough to touch…but too used and abused to be bred.

Fucked. FUCK. The part of her that still clung to dignity internally cursed herself for thinking of it all in such base terms. Base…and appealing, apparently. She could feel her cunny clench around the guard inside of her, shortly before he groaned and spent his load.

“F-fuck, this…she's still got life in her, this one. Not much though. Think she's about…fff-fuck…end of her rope. Ahh yeah, needed that," he sighed triumphantly. She felt his hand slap her sore backside shortly before hearing him put his tool away. “Oi, think she's had enough?" he asked.

“…yeah. Yeah, I reckon she has. Been thinkin' about knotting her up to finish things off, take a shot at putting one of mine in there with the rest but…eh. I'm not into sloppy fiftieths," called another guard; she quickly recognized the wolf again. Of course he was back.

He came around and kneeled, lifting her chin so he could look her in the eye. “Still. Let that be a lesson to you: don't. Fuck. With the guards. We fuck better," he said, rubbing salt in the wound. “Right! Cut her loose!" he called.

The feline barely realized anything had been done until she felt pain again; she was too tired to even realize she was falling when they set her loose. She groaned weakly as two guards picked her up.

“Carry her back to her cell; let her sleep it off and let her out tomorrow. I think she'll remember this lesson for a long, long time," she heard a cackling laugh instruct. To its credit…she really was too tired for anything else, and a solitary cell to rest in sounded pretty good right now. She could figure out what to do next tomorrow.

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She moaned out loudly, unable to hold back as the minotaur behind her did his best to “punish" her. She'd heard they were big, muscle-bound brutes with cocks the size of her arm before. She'd heard that but never seen it. …she supposed, technically, she still hadn't. With that flat spongy head smacking into her cervix, though, it was impossible to deny.

It'd been a few months since her first time here. She'd spent the next couple of days either screaming in frustration, masturbating furiously with neediness, or creating an "accident" for that one vulture. What? It certainly wasn't her fault that nightshade got into his wine! And you certainly couldn't prove otherwise! But after weeks of slowly coming to terms with it, and eventually realizing that her heat had borne fruit (as she would in the not-to-distant future), there was a new truth she couldn't ignore.

“Gunna knock you up, slut!" he growled out; they might also be known for a propensity toward crossbreeding. Unluckily for him, someone had already claimed that little perk. She wasn't about to tell HIM that, though! She was still thin enough that it wasn't obvious she was pregnant; just enough of a pudge to feel like she was Venestra incarnate, though. She pondered finding one of their temples and becoming a temple-whore, once she was too fat and pregnant to run.

“AGGNnnnggh~!" the minotaur grunted, moments after she felt that thick probe of his twitch and flare inside her. Hooooly fuck, that was a unique feeling, especially with all that liquid heat pooling against her cervix. “Sorry boys, no occupancy!" she giggled internally. Ffffuuuuck, he was certainly trying his best; he was quite the productive stud!

Yeah. turned out she was a total slut, and apparently into free-use. You got a problem with that?

She yelped out loudly as he almost ripped his still-flared cock out of her, gasping tiredly for breath. What? She might be a hopeless slut, but that's a BIG dick! She heard the soft splatter of some of his seed following after, then sighed in relief as she heard the telltale sound of hooves clopping off.

It didn't take long for her next “discipline session." He didn't even announce himself before she felt him inside of her. This one felt like eating buttered fish after working your way through a plateful of roughage. She felt his hands on her hips, firm but forgiving. She could tell he was enjoying this more for the moment than for the feeling of her around his-oh, it was a wolf.

Wolves had definitely become her favorites. There was just something about their eagerness, and the way the bulb at the base-they call it a knot, she thought-kissed with each thrust. Oh, and the throbbing. Soooo much throbbing and leaking, it was like a tingly massage to go with the hot-blooded breeding. Sex. She meant sex.

Her ears flicked as she heard him speaking to her; she didn't catch it. “Wh-wha?" she half-drunkenly replied, panting softly as she savored a gentler mating than from the previous male. It wasn't exactly a high bar to meet,

“I said, I'm beginnin' to think you enjoy this, slut," he rumbled with a little snicker. “Lucky me, that dumbass before me pretty much ripped all the cream outta ya. I still don't like sloppy seconds," he said. Aw hell, it was him. Well, she guessed he was going to find out sooner or later.

“Y-yeah well…so's your…Grrr. Shut up and fuck me, asshole," she growled, her ears and cheeks flushing even deeper.

“Your wish is my command slut. Too bad you're a mommy already, I might consider taking this little lost kitten home with me," he taunted, even as he VERY OBVIOUSLY INTENTIONALLY mushed his…knot? against her joybuzzer.

Ffffuuuck, no other males could push her buttons quite like that. Worse, she could tell from his snickering he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Asshole. Jerk. STUD! …wait, not that last one.

His grip on her hips shifted up towards her waist, and she heard his breathing deepen before he started slapping his hips to her ass. And that's how she learned that she really liked the feeling of balls bouncing off her lower belly. Mons? Was that what that's called? Each thrust came with a loud grunt from him, the male trying to…something. She could feel the bulb pop in and then out again, though she couldn't exactly tell what he was attempting.

“G-gotta thank that last asshole for…NNggg. L-loosening you up. Wanted to try…knot-fuckin ya," he said, his breath ragged. So, it WAS called a knot…and it was throbbing like crazy, like it couldn't figure out whether to stay or go. Well, why wouldn't she help with that?

“H-HOLY Sh-SHIIIIT~!" he growled out in shocked tension; he hadn't expected her to clamp herself down around his knot. To the tigress, he was almost cute when he was moaning like a little puppy, even if he was seeding her sealed up cunny. It wasn't the first knot she'd taken. With Venestra as her witness, it sure as hell wouldn't be the last; not when they could make her cum my brains out like this!

As their collective wits returned, and the drunken buzzing settled from a dull roar to a light tingling, she heard him gasping for breath. “K-kitten…you…Fuck~" he struggled, unable to put two words together coherently yet.

“I hope…hah…you've l-learned…your less-lesson," I stammered back to him, laughing a little as he slapped my ass in retort. Wait, her ass. The girl from…from the story. Not me, I-

Drat. Guess the cat's out of the bag, isn't it?