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“I didn’t do anything! I DID NOTHING!” Kenet snarled out as he was bound to leather and chains, jerking forward against them. “I AM A SERVANT OF THE PHARAOH!”

The temple was quiet save for three women that stood before him, the silence disturbing as he swallowed a lump in his throat and lifted his head. It was the temple of Sekhmet, the great lion-headed goddess that the priestesses were bound to serve and protect, one that he had come to with a handful of other men who had handpicked by the general to demoralize and destroy the women that kept the temple. It had been an easy job, one that he had been proud to accept. The women had aided the enemy, they had betrayed the royal family, they had begun to destroy everything that their people stood for! He had joined the rest in a midnight raid that had set fire and chaos to the sleeping women, their guards killed to allow the men ample time to convince them that their splintering from the pharaoh would only end in their destruction.

It was supposed to be easy, not to kill them, but to break them using their bodies the way any man would use them. That had been last night, today when the sun was shining, there was only himself and the battered women that had made it. He was hung from several sets of bonds, his shoulders aching as they were yanked back in a sharp jerk that made him feel every burn and ache through his shoulder blades. He was miserably aware of the fact that the rope that had been used was rasping against his wrists, burning slightly while he balled his fingers together with a low growl of anger in the direction of the women.

They had already gotten rid of the rest of the men, the goddess herself had seen to that. He had been pinning one of the older priestess beneath his body when he had first heard the outraged roar and then the world had turned to chaos. There had been great shadowed lions that had erupted through the darkness with claws that tore through skin and rushed through the halls, it had been chaos. The battle had been brief and bloody with little chance for the human men to hope to win. Kenet had survived, though he had been forced to retreat and surrender, and he began to regret it as he hung at the brutal angle in front of the women that were left. They were garbed and wrapped in clothing, bruises showing in the sunlight.

“You are a treasonous dog with no loyalty to any but those that fill your coffers with coins.” The older priestess, the one he had personally violated, stood in front of him with her lip twisted up in a snarl. “You betray your country with your actions, siding with animals across the river that should be cast away and left to die in the desert.”

“We betray? When the gods themselves call upon your pharaoh and he ignores them, we do not betray, we only speak the truth.” The priestess curled her lip back. “But you… You desecrated a sacred temple, many lie dead today because of your actions, many pledged to the goddess herself!’

“I was summoned to do it! I am a soldier, nothing more.” He protested, he leaned forward with a little bit of a ragged noise.

“Did they tell you to rape our women? To violate us?” She snapped back, her angry tone grew by the moment.

“They told us to do what we must!” Kentet looked up, the anger growing by the moment. “I did what I had to do, war is not pretty and there are casualties. I accept my guilt, but will only be tried by my pharaoh.”

He shifted, his weight rocking backwards, he was uncomfortably naked, his knees digging into the unyielding stone, but he forgot his discomfort as he saw the shadows shifting behind the woman. The temple stood between their country and conquering a land that they had dreamt of for centuries, a desert filled with rich oasis’ that would allow a caravan to easily reach the ocean with their goods in good order. It would allow so much, their world opening up into a shining future, but the temple stood against him. The goddess’ name used to decry the very idea that he would dare take those lands. For three long months they had tried to break apart his support, doing an admirable job as they refused any and all gifts meant to bribe them into speaking out against the war. The other temples had not been so foolish.

Kentet’s breathing came a bit faster, his fingers curling down before he saw a rippling through the shadows as the older woman stepped back. Her face was lined with tears, wet and eyes puffy, he wanted to hit her, to make her back down. He tried to surge up to his feet again. If they had just shut their mouths, if they had taken the gifts and stepped aside the entire country would prosper. The fact they remained standing against those that knew better… He let out a wordless snarl before the darkness stepped out, a slow padding shape of dark shadows that rumbled with a low thrum that made him freeze as a great lion came from the corners of the temple. It was a lion the likes of which he had never imagined, the size of a horse, with a towering head and eyes that flashed balefully at him, the lips curling backwards delicately.

“You must be taught a lesson..” The priestess spoke up. “You must pay for your crimes.”

“My men are dead! Is that not punishment enough? My comrades, my-“ He started, but the girl only snapped out a noise that made him jerk in place.

“You remained alive because your punishment befitting for one that has touched the body of the high priestess.” She turned slightly as the lioness let out a low rumble, the sound vibrating through the air in a threatening rush. “It will be Sekhmet’s choice as to how.”

“I wo-“ He started again, but the lioness’ eyes flashed a bright green and fixated on him, the words were ripped from his throat. Replacing them came a ragged sound that was nearly a bleating cry.

He couldn’t get away from it, he let it out in a burst as he rocked backwards and suddenly the entire world narrowed down to a feel of fire that rose up and wrapped around him. It rushed over him, the lapping heat reached out and dragged him down until he hit the ground hard enough to let out another bleating cry. There was an arch and twist of his body that rippled through him and he felt his back arching up. The women backed away, the bonds fell from him as if they had been cut with a blade, but they weren’t the only things cut from his body. His clothing was falling down over him, hitting the ground and falling to either side in shreds as he twisted and kicked his way free. He moved to one side, a sudden twist and buck, opening his jaws to see the lion above him, staring down without mercy. And that’s when it began.

His lips split open, spreading to either side so that he could feel the line between them as he tried to close his mouth all the way. His nose began to flatten down and stretch out at the same time, his jaws aching as they jutted out into the air. He jerked backwards, but there was no escaping the sensation as his nude body felt as if it were on fire, the pounding burst of it rushing through him wildly. He reached down and braced his hands against the ground, his fingers spreading open as wide as they could go, but his fingers were starting to grow thicker by the moment. The nails were spreading out and stiffening, swallowing along his joints as he continued to feel his head pushing outwards. The line of his nose became heavier feeling, hanging down as his lips loosened.

He was terrified to see his hands shifting, fur was growing over the edges, white and snowy looking as it came in patches and rushed over him. It swelled and danced over his body, pushing higher up in the air, running around him to where he couldn’t stop it. He was left shaking slightly as he jerked his hands upwards and tried to look at them. His nails were turning dark glossy black, the two fingers at either side were drawing together so that the nail was swallowing it down. He couldn’t do anything to bend it, he was making his joins stiffen, refusing to bend all the way down. He couldn’t make them work as the fur rushed up the line of his shoulders while he arched his back upwards. He let out a choked sound low in his throat, the bleat escaping out.

He couldn’t ask for help, he couldn’t get anything out except the basest sounds as his stomach turned and his head leaned backwards. He arched his head backwards, jerking all the way as his ears began to grow, but he caught sight of his body as his chest began to thicken. It was changing, his skin flushed hot red before the fur began to coat its way down along the line of his back and towards the base of his spine. He fell to his side, he couldn’t remain on his stomach as his hips began to twitch and shift as the joints popped and cracked. They adjusted themselves, jerking slightly as his ankles began to grow longer, but that was hardly where his terror was really coming from as his stomach began to tense and shudder.

He could see his lower belly, the fur was thinner right along his navel and just along his cock, but something began to push outwards and grow heavier by the moment. The skin began to warm up and grow flushed a deep pink as it softened heavier and heavier. It was bulging out so that he could feel the tips starting to push outwards, a strange growth that was mounding above the swell of his cock. It was pulling away, drawing downwards so that the heavy weight of it was draped right along the line of his stomach and low along his belly. The thick teats began to push outwards, because that’s what they were, he saw them rising up with rosy red tips that pushed out into the air.

The low heavy sac began to swell open wider and wider, the skin warming as it drew tight while the ankle lifted higher in the air, lifting higher in the air. The tips of his toes began to draw together, the nails were growing darker as he lost feeling to them. It was impossible feeling, the ankle growing up higher in the air as the fur darkened along his back with spots of rusty red. The color of the fur made no difference to him, he was more terrified at seeing the udder forming between his legs while his hips twisted and popped strangely. The fur was growing rapidly along his back, pressure growing as a tail pushed along the line of his spine. The sudden pressure was sending a shock through his entire body.

It was the feel of his cock that made him bleat out and surge upwards, his hands disappearing into hard hooves that scrabbled on the ground. They couldn’t get free as they clattered about loudly and surged upwards, his tail flicking wildly as he swayed and struggled to keep his footing on the dark cloven hooves. God, hooves he had hooves! He barely felt balls and shaft hanging behind the swell of the heavy udder. They were barely a brush there, the udder itself was growing swollen and sensitive with the skin starting to warm up uncomfortably. The two teats were jutting straight down at the ground, the thick tips rosy pink colored as the priestess moved behind her.

“There it goes, you have no right to it..” The woman spoke up, her voice cold and sharp as fingers tickled right against the triangle shaped tail. He hunched his hips up and bleated out, his ears flapping to either side as he stumbled forward.

The hand dipped down easily, there was no escaping it, the slow curl and slide right beneath the line of appendage. He tried to jump forward with a little twitch and stomp, but he was dragged back as fingers curled just between his hind legs with a little stroke. The finger tips stroked over either side, running to either side to brush against the line of his balls, but the touch moved right up to press against them. They didn’t feel right, they felt small as the curl inwards gave a push of pressure that made him shudder and move away. He tried to kick backwards, but the hoof was neatly caught and pulled up so that he was forced to strain and struggle as the hands cupped between his thighs.

He could feel the change and shift, the slow movements that pulled through him in a way that had him letting out higher pitched sounds. His breathing sped up as his cock was flopped back and forth, being rolled by the fingers that pushed forward and the heat began to burn through him in a warmth that spread along his lower belly. It pushed deeper, heat, fire, it made his body shudder and break that made him start to pant shallowly, the bursts coming out with a low noise. He felt it adjusting and shifting, running through his lower belly as his cock drew backwards and to pull into himself. The slow drag and pull making him bleat out, the sound wild and animalistic as the goat scrabbled with his hooves on the ground.

It wasn’t a shock, he knew what it was going to happen, he had seen it the moment the udder had started to form, but it still shocked him as his body began to shift and steadily adjusted. He bleated out in a high pitched burst, the sound causing him to shake as the fingers began to push forward with a curl that made his body tense up. His body was being pulled into his passage, drawing further with a drop of burning heat that pushed through his stomach and ran in deeper. It was consuming him, roaring through him as fingers curled in and suddenly put pressure on where his balls should have been. The finger tips began to nudge and stretch, pushing forward until he felt something starting to give behind his haunches, his tail tip curling backwards with a flutter.

Kentet called out, the sound low and high pitched as the fingers began to pry him open, swelling him wider and wider, gaping a newly made passage on her body as she tugged at her caught hoof roughly. She tried to free it, jerking and rolling back and forth, but the hold remained forceful and clinging. The priestess clutched and the fingers pushed forward harder, parting newly made folds open around the finger tips as she let out a series of high pitched bleats and cries. Her head stretching out as her forelegs splayed out wide in front of her. Her hooves skidded across the ground while her haunches were pushed up high in the air, the grip on her leg hiking it up all the way as a finger tip probed into her body with brutal efficiency.

She shuddered in place, her breathing coming in short bursts as she rolled her eyes back to see the woman holding her hoof up. The priestess’ eyes were fixed on her, angry and enraged as the probing touch plunged inwards and suddenly a passage she had never possessed was being splayed open. She wasn’t ready for it, the very touch caused her to cry out with a short burst of noise, her ears tipped flat back to her head. Her eyes were bulging open and wild as she felt the digit rubbing through her, a dig in and then drag out, her udder swaying forward beneath her with a smooth movement as she was molested. Her breathing came in bursts, nostrils flaring wide, gulping down breath as she twisted her hips around, hobbling and straining.

“Don’t you enjoy it?” The priestess’ voice was rough, angry sounding. “Don’t you think this is fitting?”

_No! I don’t! _ Kentet squirmed and twisted before the finger gave a rough thrust forward, a jab and shove that splayed her newly formed cunny open wider.

“Priestess Bahoman?” A softer voice spoke up, weak and young sounding and the finger suddenly stabbed forward hard enough to make her feel a ripple of pain.

“Yes?” The priestess responded, tilting her head as a finger tip dragged backwards with a smooth slow pull.

“W-would it not be more fitting that she be given what she gave us?” The acolyte spoke up nervously with the suggestion, causing Kentet jerk in panic. “She should have to have the same shame.”

“Yes, she should.” Bahoman spoke up with an edge to her voice. “It would be fitting to find yourself impaled on the cock of a beast that has no right to your body.”

“MWAAAHAAHAAA!” Kentet bleated out wildly, the sound of it bursting free with a wild sound, tongue jutting out as she felt the sudden drag of the finger backwards.

“Perhaps you need to be shown what pain you have caused, intimately.” The woman pulled the finger free, but didn’t release the hind leg. “Go to the temple herd, bring me one of the rams. I will need lengths of rope, she should be made to feel as helpless as she made others.”

The former man bleated out again, the sound weak as she was pinned her ears back to her head. She went to look back at the priestess, but her eyes found the dark shape of the lioness sprawled on the altar. The goddess was watching her, cold and merciless as her priestess, there was nothing to save her here.

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Kentet found herself in lengths of ropes that were brought out by several of the young women, large thick coils were wrapped around her chest and stomach, both ends stretched were stretched out and tied off so she couldn’t move from side to side or forward. That was bad enough, struggling to try and throw herself down only pinched her belly and chest painfully, but what was worse came in the length of rope worked between her hind legs. It was thinner as it wrapped around her upper thighs and pulled up tightly, making sure that she couldn’t kick backwards. The long strands were wrapped up around the main body rope, leaving her twisting and jumping up in a hobbled attempt to escape, bleating wildly as she was handled by the women.

Bahoman showed no restraint as she moved around him and touched him, grabbing and pulling roughly along the edge of her legs as she threw her head around. She couldn’t find a way free, her body was too new, too strange feeling as she gave a few jumps and quivers, only to be drawn back down again. The grip of the ropes that pulled against her and made her shudder, eyes widening as she could almost feel the eyes of the goddess on her, refusing to look away as she stood in the bright lit room and felt the fear starting to rise. It was rushing to the surface, pulling and swallowing to threaten to rob her of her senses. Her heart was racing wildly, thudding until she heard the doors open from the other side of the temple.

“I suppose you would beg for mercy if you could speak.” Bahoman spoke in that rough tone. “Perhaps you would plead as I did.”

She cast her eyes towards the door, ignoring the woman as a heavy bodied shape came through the open doors. The rough patchy look of the ram towered over all of them, the thick length of hair hung down along the sides as the creature’s ears pricked forward. He had great curling horn that were tipped back nearly all the way along his head, the heavy muzzle was curved and large looking. The legs were muscled, covered in a thick fur as the animal bleated out with a loud rush of sound, the tongue jutting out with the ears swinging flat back. The pale yellow eyes fixated on her, the slit pupils watching closely as a girl held a rough hemp halter over his head while the ram gave a few tugs and flared his slit pupils.

“I had forgotten he was still here.” The priestess spoke softly. “He is a good choice, a fine one for such a pretty young doe.”

_I’m not a doe! _ She thought angrily, her stomach churning as she jerked backwards with a pull that tripped up her forelegs when she tried to turn too suddenly.

The ram bleated out with another low noise, his tongue pushing out as he stomped forward and side stepped. The movements drew her attention down to the underside of the belly and chest, the swing of two heavy balls just between the hind legs. They were dark black, leathery looking as they bumped back and forth with little jostles and bumps. The tube of a sheath ran right along the underside of the stomach and went all the way up towards the midsection. It was large and heavy looking, weighed down by the length of the cock hanging inside of it. It was mesmerizing and terrifying to see as the goat struggled forward, the tongue lapping and licking out wildly. It bobbed up and down, jerking and moving in a comical fashion. Except, it didn’t look so comical as he was leaping forward with a jump and stomp of his forehooves.

The rear and arch upwards, the muscles bunched up slightly as she threw her weight upwards and bleated out loudly. The ram bleated back, the sound of it echoed in the room loudly as he snorted and spread the slit nostrils wide, sucking in a breath. His tongue flicked out again, he fought the halter as Bahoman moved backwards, stepping away neatly as the ram was allowed to come in closer. Kentet attempted to jerk free, twisting and struggling with her tail dipped down along her haunches as the ram was allowed to have more and more slack on the lead. He came at her, his head tipped back and every inch of him tensing up as he began to snuffle a bit faster towards her.

She had never been afraid of a farm animal in her life. She had handled bullocks as a child, but the goat was making her throat leap upwards in terror as the lead was allowed to slide free and the creature approached her. He was heavier than she was, his body thicker along the trunk, large enough that she was terrified and bleating, bucking mindlessly upwards before the creature came in close enough to stretch his head out towards her. She bleated out, the sound echoed around the room before a tongue swiped out and flicked right against her side. She flinched away, trying to get to one side, but the hot tongue flicked out again. It danced and teased, running against her with a drag against her shoulder and neck that made her bleat out in a wild noise of panic. The ropes were nearly thrumming with the amount of force she put into struggling against them. Her eyes bulged and flashed, showing an edge of white before the large head bumped right against her shoulder.

It was a nose and push, the tongue lapped out with a wet pull against her fur as she tried to sidle to one side. The rope around her middle made it impossible to move in all but the smallest ways. She was forced to feel the way that the tongue pushed against her, the hot breath and puffs against the line of her side and shoulder. The hot air pumped outwards, running along the edges before the tongue started to lap harder, pushing out and rolling. The tail began to wag faster back and forth, the rapid movements barely a distraction as she flinched through the shove of the head working up along the line of her bound back. He was snuffing so eagerly, she could hear the hot soft noises coming out of the eager muzzle.

The goat reeked of musk and male, an assault to her nose so that each breath came with a short coughing sound. It stung her nose and made it hard to think past the acrid smell. She stumbled backwards a few steps, her tail twitching wildly back and forth as the nose snuffled down along the line of her spine. The creature butted against her, the larger body hitting against her side as she tried to angle her hips away from the seeking nose. The hot blast of breath hit against the underside of her tail, the sudden flitter of it caused her stomach to roil and twist uncomfortably before drawing in a ragged breath. She snapped her tail down along her rump and held it in place as best she could as the large creature began to nose towards her haunches harder.

The tongue slapped and slipped against her, wet and slimy feeling, rubbing against the line of her back until she was bleating out wildly and shuddering as she tried to jump to one side. There was a dip downwards and the sudden push right beneath the triangle tail before the heat of the tongue flicked out and slurped along her cunny lips. The powerful stroke curled up and glided about, shifting and moving this way and that as she tried to dip her hips down to get away from him. His blunt muzzle shoved up, the tongue lapped and twisted against her, curling and flicking outwards and leaving wet strands coating the edges of her outer lips. The hot breath came out a little faster before the creature pulled his muzzle back and snuffled down along her inner thighs. The tongue worked and fluttered its way upwards, trailing in lines as the warm breath tickled against her inner hide.

She jumped and shuddered, the movements shaking down the length of her back as the tongue pushed out again and scrubbed up against her lips again. The powerful stroke forced her lips open, squeezing inwards and making her bleat out in a loud panicked burst. The wet slide and shove forced her outer lips open and she felt them peeling backwards as the tongue pushed and rubbed against her, trying to nudge into her a passage she had never possessed. Kentet jerked her haunches down, she tried to crouch as low as she could, but the ram only shoved his head up hard. It was bruising force that jerked her hips high in the air before the length of the tongue stuffed its way into her passage.

She felt it glutting her open wide, the slimy touch rubbing deeper, pushing and roiling along her passage as she pinned her ears flat to her head in shock. It was invasive and searching, the wet saliva coated her outer lips and smeared messily as the creature snuffled with more interest and blasted the hot foul breath against her exposed pucker. Her tail wasn’t long enough to cover herself, she couldn’t get her way free even as she struggled to break loose of the ropes. The tongue shoved and made lewd wet noises while she rolled her eyes back, watching as the pouch along the ram’s stomach started to show a few pink inches of flesh jutting out. It was jabbing blindly in the air at nothing at all, bits of precum welling out of the cock tip as the creature pranced and stepped about with a little bleat coming from the parted muzzle.

When he tilted his head back his upper lip curled back, for all the world like a stallion scenting a mare, a terrifying sight when coupled with the push of the muzzle sliding against her haunch before there was a rough butt. She called out, the sound high pitched and frightened, but all together useless as there was barely a pause as the head shoved up along her haunches and threw her around. Her legs splayed wide as the head pushed up and over his rump, pressing down roughly as she tried to sidle to one side. She kicked a leg, but the movement was trapped in the ropes as the large ram snuffed up the length of her spine and the weight suddenly pushed down harder against her body. She jumped and lunged, her nose filled with a hot musk of male goat. It was foul and frightening, her stomach twisting before the head pushed up and pressed down roughly to pin her in place.

With a rear and shove, the weight suddenly dropped down against her back and pinned her firmly in place, the weight making her legs splay open wide, shuddering to hold up the weight. It all happened at once, a movement that erupted up against the line of her back and forelegs scrabbled roughly against either side of her haunches. The hooves hit her roughly, yanking and pulling her backwards until she was nearly thrown to the ground. The ropes were almost humming with the strain to hold her up as the far larger male covered her body and yanked her backwards again. The tips dug in against her swollen udder, pulling at it, causing it to sway back and forth before the cock tip gave a few jabs and shoves. She felt it, the wet of it slid beneath her tail and jabbed around blindly as she tried to struggle out from under the heavy weight.

Her bleating calls were ignored, the tongue slathered along the back of her neck as the bestial cock pushed and rubbed just under the line of her tail and sent out a stream of precum hitting against her. It was hot and strange feeling, thick rivulets ran down the back of her udder as it tapped and pushed against her roughly. She couldn’t even walk away or squirm to try and get his aim off, the ram had her held in place as he explored her with each little rock and push. The grunting noises, the bleats, animalistic and crude, but her embarrassment was second to her fear as she felt the blunt cock tip slide up and suddenly push along her newly made cunny lips. The feel of it gliding over her caused her to give a shocked jerk and buck forward, only to be pulled back again as the cock tip began to stuff and shove against her.

It pushed at her folds, pinning them down with bruising force as she cried out again, her eyes bulging before the ram adjusted himself and her own wet lips helped guide him to where he had to be. They pushed inwards, the forceful shove suddenly caught the tight ring of her opening before he bleated and rocked his hips, the first boned inch of caprine shaft splayed her open and ripped into her virginal body. She opened her jaws in a louder cry, the sound ragged as she felt her inner walls spasm and clutch, squeezing along the length that barreled into her body with a rough plunging stroke. Her breath was stolen from her, turning into bestial noises as inch after swollen inch of cock was stuffed into her vulnerable body.

She felt it, she felt the way that it twitched and quivered, the spurts of watery precum trickled out of the tip and rolled away in a stream to be pushed deeper into her body as she tried to get him off her. She bleated again, the ragged noise turning into a squeal as the hips lunged forward and suddenly she felt the tip barreling into her unprepared body. Her outer lips formed a tight O around his length and flexed down, clamping and squeezing as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. When his hips drew backwards she felt the slow pull running along her body, the slip and slide of it clinging along her passage as she managed a half kick. Strands of arousal clung to him, there were streamers coating the length and falling down to the ground before the next thrust threw her forward.

Her knees tried to give out as he stabbed his shaft viciously into her violated body, the slow pumps working to force another hot rush of precum inside of her before the slow drag backwards began to pull its way from her passage and left her gasping. It hurt and burned, the stiff length was unyielding as it claimed her body and worked deeper. When the drag back pulled from her she was left shaking, the relief letting her clench down before he pried her back open again. The heavy swell of the balls slapped up between her legs, a mockery of what she had lost as the animal grunted and bore down against her. His hooves were digging along her belly roughly, dragging her backwards as he began to drag himself back and forth through her clutching silky walls.

She heard the wet noises, his precum being pushed out with her own wetness that was continually leaking around him. The spill of it running towards his sheath as she shuddered and let out a bleating call. The sound echoing as she shook her head and opened her eyes wide, the slimy rod rubbing and teasing places she had never possessed as she found herself staring at the priestess’ gathered around to watch her violation. None of them offered help or aid, they stared at her, every thrust a punishment in their eyes for what Kentet had done. The former man wanted to scream, but instead she was forced to experience the next thrusting push through her and her body seized up.

The goat’s blunt teeth caught her neck, he grabbed at her, the wetness of his saliva clung to her coat as she felt his thrusts speeding up and building against her. His hips churned and worked as his balls continually hit against her. She felt their fleshy slap and the weight of them at the apex of each and every stroke, forcing her onwards as she managed a low rasping call. The sound quivering out before the creature tensed up against her back and his weight shifted further back onto his haunches. She had no idea what he was going to do, only that she wanted it over with, she wanted him out and gone. Her bruised and aching walls were clutching around him as the ram snorted out heavily and had a moment’s pause.

It all happened rapidly, not enough to react, not enough time to break free. The creature suddenly drove his forelegs into her sides and lunged forward in a buck that threw her forward as he surged up and off his hind legs. The powerful thrust lifted him into the air as his cock stabbed brutally deep, his sheath bunched up leaving Kentet squealing as a stream of hot frothy cum erupted from the cock tip in a pressured wave. It was pouring out him, thick and slimy, coating every part of her newly made womb and bathing it in virile seed. It all happened in a moment, a painful spike that cramped her stomach as the ram panted and shuddered above her. His cock gave a few more twitches as he slid backwards from her, pulling himself free of her reddened folds with a lewd wet noise.

He slipped out, falling down and leaving a stream of cum falling from her gaping folds as she trembled. Her ears pinned back against her head, falling down tight as she managed a low noise and felt the nose briefly sniffing along her tail as if inspecting his handiwork. Cum dribbled from her as she hunched her hips and crouched down, hearing it fall to the earth as she let out a panting burst. Tears stung her eyes as she ram gave her haunches a firm push and stepped away, seemingly well pleased with the job that he had done. She was left throbbing and aching, her body violated by the creature in a way that left her feeling filthy and disgusting. She could still smell him on his coat as one of the young acolytes moved to lead the animal away.

Kentet turned her eyes to one side and found them meeting the priestess’ gaze that she had defiled. The look made her stomach churn as they blazed with righteous victory and hate. She was staring at the priestess before there was a flick out of something beneath her robes and the former man froze in horror as she saw the dagger being drawn out. The long tip was needle sharp, glistening in the light while she bleated out angrily, trying to jerk backwards to get away, but there was no freedom as the ropes held tightly and refused to give her even a hint of hope that she was going to escape. There was nothing she could do except throw her weight back as her eyes bulged open wide with fear.

A shadow moved behind the priestess, one who was larger than any living cat in the world, muscled and powerful as the lioness followed her chosen priestess. The eyes were twin gems that held no mercy as one of the accolades moved and grabbed Kentet’s long ears and jerked her head backwards. Her loud bleating cry of terror came out with a pleading tone that was ignored by the women who bound her. There was no hint that they cared anything for her. She scrabbled her hooves wide and kicked, throwing her weight as Bahoman approached him with her eyes narrowed down to slits. She looked as if she were savoring her victory as her nostrils flared open and she let out a shaking breath of pleasure. There was no place in her world for kindness or mercy.

_You are mine now. _ A rasping voice whispered through his mind and the shadowy shape of the lioness loomed behind her priestess before the blade flashed out and under.

Kentet didn’t feel the pierce of the blade, not at first, she was held in place as there was a kiss of pressure running right along her throat. Her bleat was cut short and turned into a burbling sound as something thick and coppery rushed up and tainted her taste buds. The former man’s eyes bulged wide as she stared up at the priestess she had assaulted and something hot and wet splashed down the front of her chest, splattering to the ground and to her hooves in a fall. There was never any pain, nothing except the feel of the world falling away beneath her hooves as her knees buckled and tried to drop within the binds of the ropes. Her entire body was collapsing as her head was released to fall forward, tongue jutting out in shock. Her last living glimpse was that of the lioness padding forward and growing more substantial by the moment, more terrifyingly lifelike.

Mine… The voice rolled through her thoughts, brutal and triumphant as the mortal world fell away entirely, her body collapsing for the last time.

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Kentet’s consciousness turned black. For how long, she had no idea. For a moment? A year? A century? There was only darkness until the world reformed itself in a brush of living heat wrapping around her and drawing her back from within her own battered soul. She felt raw, as if claws had raked across her body as she came to life again in a temple that seemed to be made of purest gold and silver, in a world that no mortal should have ever found herself in. The sky was a pure sapphire and the temples were created so strangely that it defied mortal ability to create such places. And this was the place she opened her eyes into, shuddering and hunkered down as close to the ground as she could get, but not in her own body. Nor in the body of a goat, that much was clear the moment she stirred herself.

She stared down at four broad feline paws, lion paws to be entirely accurate, but they weren’t the powerful fatal appendages that she had admired on many such felines. The moment she had tried to flex them she had found them lacking claws, they simply didn’t exist. Not even dull ones. They were flat and useless to defend herself with and from that shock she had found that her entire body wasn’t quite what a lioness should be. True, she had the stance and overall shape of one, but she had been tamed down and turned into a tamed down version of a lioness. Her teeth were blunt and smaller than they should have been, the fangs little more than nubs. She didn’t even have the muscled strength that she had seen in other lions, her entire body was soft seeming. Like a pampered house cat that had never had to leap or hunt for anything in her life. She didn’t know why she was this way, or why she had been brought here.

_I’m dead. _ The thought made the former man swallow, her throat and tongue dry feeling.

“Are you so disappointed with your new body?” A voice whispered nearly into her ear, causing her to jump with a rough animalistic sound of shock. “I would have thought you would find it fitting.”

She swung around to see a woman crouching nearby, almost motionless, watching her with eyes that were more feline than human. The woman was entirely nude, comfortably so, save for a loose metal chain wrapped around her throat and a set of bracers on her forearms. Her skin was a tawny brown color, almost gold, that was offset by hair that was so dark a gold that it was nearly metallic falling down from her head. Her kohl marked eyes were slanted and almond shaped with a force of personality blazing from them that Kentet immediately huddled backwards in an attempt to make herself as small as humanly possible in her newly made body. The sense of power the emanated from the woman was terrifying and made her stomach roil in fear as the stranger reached out and touched the line of her ear.

The light touch traced over the outer edge and the finger slipped down behind the appendage with such a light touch that she felt a spasm of pleasure that ran down the line of her neck. Her toes flexed against the ground tightly, raking bare tips against the stone beneath her. She felt a shudder running down the length of her spine, something that she couldn’t stop as she arched her back and let out a low noise in her throat. Her lips curled backwards as she drew in a sudden breath. The touch wasn’t painful in the least it, it was a caress of pleasure that made her tail lash back and forth before she ducked her head out from under the touch with an angry hiss towards the stranger. No, not a stranger, when the woman moved back she saw the ghostly outline of a feline haloed around her face.

“Did you think your punishment would end so swiftly?” Sekhmet purred and leaned back again. “You will be given to my pet as a gift, a prize that will produce more of his kind in the future. I have never bred him in a mortal sense, but I believe this will be the perfect chance for you to begin to pay back your sins.”

_My sins?! I have already paid with my life! _ Kentet thought wildly and hunched backwards, trying to get away, but she felt frozen as she tilted her head towards her. Sekhmet looked amused as the lip curled up in a slight smile while she watched Kentet.

The former man hissed again, her stomach roiling slightly before the woman stood up with an ease that was shown with a rippling feline shadow outlining her. The movement was disorienting in the extreme, especially as the human woman seemed entirely at home in her skin as she padded around Kentet. She tried to snarl out warningly, crouching low so that she was hunched over her paws in an attempt to keep herself small looking as the goddess walked around her. The hand slid down along the line of her back, the fingers spreading open wide and gave a light stroke to either side of her hips. She tried to jump forward, but the hand moved down to the base of her tail and drew it outwards, lifting and pulling with a stroke that made her cry out with a shudder of pleasure. Her toes flexed down, the clawless tips as her tail was stimulated and caressed.

The slow movements ran end over end, caressing with smooth touches that were designed to make her breath catch in her throat, her body arch upwards in a spill of hot desire. She felt the unfamiliar sensations of lust rising in her belly, the warm wet feeling low in her belly and between her hind legs. She panted shallowly, her breathing came in a trembling rush as the fingers kneaded right around the base of the tail. The light stroke and rub kneaded against the edges, rubbing backwards with a slide backwards that drew towards the tufted tip of her tail. Her jaws opened up wide and she jumped forward, trying to get away as the fingers trailed all the way back towards the tip again. Where the padded fingers rubbed she felt her skin growing warm and sensitive.

“I have never tried to breed in this realm, always I have created my servants through my own hand, but with my temple in shambles, my power has lessened.” Sekhmet spoke softly, the fingers kneaded right around the base, rubbing the underside until she was forced to yowl out. “But you shall be a companion to Khenan.”

She yowled again, she couldn’t stop herself, the sound was low and shaking as the light running rubs soon made her stomach twist and roil wildly. Her jaws spread open wider, panting shallowly while she crouched closer to the ground, her chest brushing along the edges. She rose up higher in the air, her hind legs jutting upwards with a slight prance step. Her tail snapped back and forth, whipping along the line of her haunches as she flexed her toes against the ground. She couldn’t stop her, she could feel her cunny growing slicker and hotter, the wetness clung along the outer edges and ran downwards. The glistening droplets formed and the sharp scents began to grow a bit sweeter as she arched her back higher up in the air.

It was a helpless movement, she was horrified to realize that she was starting to enjoy it. She closed her eyes and suddenly a hand moved down to run her fingers right around the edges of her ears. The light stroke pulled, just a little bit, but it was enough that she started to shake in place. She rocked her fingers back and forth, her paws rolling this way and that as she arched her ass higher up. There was no stopping it, she started to flick her tail up higher in the air until it was falling down along the line of her hind legs. Her head rolled back while she let out a low growling purr.

She was lost in the sensations to the point that she didn’t realize that a creature was stepping out of the shadows and forming itself. She was letting out rowling sounds that came from deep inside of her throat while a lower growl filled the air. Her heart was pounding in her ears, throbbing and beating while she started feel herself growing slicker by the moment. Her cunny was feeling swollen and puffy, throbbing so that she was shoving her ass up higher in the air. The sound of it made her jerk ears up while the hand moved down to the nape of her neck. Her scruff was grabbed and pulled firmly as the sound of the growl made her snap her eyes open, trying to focus on the dark furred shape that became more solid.

The outline of the massive lion was like nothing she had ever seen in the mortal world. The head was surrounded in a dark black mane that fell down along the shoulders and surrounded the broad head so that it looked larger than anything she had ever seen. The eyes were a deep burnt orange, glaring out from over a muzzle that possessed wickedly curved fangs that briefly showed as the lips wrinkled back and showed the hint of the vibrant red gums. He became more solid by the moment, drawing himself from the shadows as the muscled ebony body padded forward towards his mistress. The male was nearly the size of a small pony, his body muscled and toned, terrifying for anyone that had grown up amidst the threat of lion attacks. His paws were wider than plates, showing a flick of ebony talons that caught the light.

“Khenan…” Sekhmet purred and rubbed her fingers around the edges Kentet’s ears, the light massaging stroke making her hips jerk up higher in the air. “I have brought you a sampling of living flesh.”

No, this isn’t right, this isn’t right… She thought wildly, tipping her ears back and managed to control herself enough to jump backwards, stumbling over her own paws.

The black lion curled his lips far back and drew in a short series of short breaths, the thick length of the tongue jutted out while he let out a chuffing sound. He swung his head back and forth, the mane fell down along the line of his shoulders as he continued to advance. As he moved, she had a glimpse right along the underside of his chest, the broad sweeping stomach showed her a terrifying glimpse of what rested along the hind legs. There was a glimpse of the low slung sheath hiding between his broad legs, the swell of the balls were swinging back and forth this way and that. The animalistic glimpse had her stomach twisting in terror as the creature rumbled and bristled his whiskers forward, bouncing a little bit as he leaned his head down towards the line of her shoulder. Her eyes bulged, flashing an edge of white while she watched a glimpse of blood red cock starting to slide out into view.

“Ahhh do you think that you have a choice?” The goddess narrowed her eyes.

There was a flex of the marble beneath her toes while she tried to escape, her breathing came out in a shuddering rush, falling free in a series of short shallow pants before there was a sudden eruption beneath her. The rocks melted, opening up and swallowing around her paws as she tried to run away, jumping with a wild lash of her tail. The hard ground became little more than liquid, pulling her down further and further, swallowing up towards her ankles. She was thrown forward onto her chest, unable to stop it as she jumped up roughly, her tail whipping wildly as she writhed and tried to yank her hind legs free first. The ground was pulling her deeper, her hind legs being splayed open as she let out a high pitched snarl.

The male leaned down and hit hard against the line of the shoulder with the side of his muzzle, the thick raw musk of the male hit her while he rubbed against her. The mane spilled down along the line of her back while she tried to jump to one side, but her hind legs were splayed open wide, her lower body forced to press down against the ground. The powerful lion rumbled and panted out, his chest swelling and dropping down again while he sampled her scent. She couldn’t get away, her forepaws were pinned down on the ground beneath her chest, her crouched body helpless as she tried to snap her jaws over at him. He was larger than she was by far, heavier, towering like a shadow as the hot pant of breath ran down the base of her tail, flushing outwards.

No.. gods and goddess’ no! _ Kentet swallowed a whimper. _She can’t!

The next breath rushed out in a steamy rush as he moved down along her side, his large paw moved up to hook against the line of her rump, the heavy claws curling out to scrape against her vulnerable skin. The rake and drag ran lines against her fur while her eyes were fixated between his legs as the emerging cock pushed out into the light. She had never considered what a cat boasted between his legs, but now she was staring at the tip that was bouncing around with a little bit with his steps. It was cone shaped, jutting out and showing a ridge of spines that ran along the tip, running down towards the base. She could see the barbs, her heart leapt up in her chest with fear as the paw pushed down against the line of her rump.

She tried to jump, jerking up with a twist only to have the paw push down lower as the hot breath hit hard against the line of her tail base. The hot feel of it trickled under her cunny, teasing over the wet outer folds as she tried to get away. Her ears pinned flat down to her head, only to feel the goddess sliding her fingers up right around the edges. The light touch sent a shiver of pleasure through her before a hot broad tongue suddenly pushed out right between her legs. The slimy heat spread against her pussy, scraping upwards with a rasp of the textured tongue. The force of the oral muscle splayed her open wide, raking against her puffy sensitive walls and pushed them open wide. The tongue tip flicked up, pushing right up against the narrow opening to make her yowl out.

The former man shuddered, her back arching and her tail twisting as she felt the tongue tip digging in against her with a powerful stroke forward, forcefully wedging inwards. The narrow canal was opened up wide as she felt the thousands of minute barbs rasping and twisting, raking through her so that she started to clamp down tightly around him. Her walls squeezed down, pushing out the wet slick arousal out from her body as the internal walls began to contract and squeeze. His short muzzle pushed up against her while the cock pushed further out of his sheath, the thick glistening length dribbled precum down towards the ground. He was glutting her passage open wide, filling it with the powerful oral muscle that was rolling through her and pushed out a wet squelching noise.

The heavy paw pushed roughly against her rump, the toes curled and raked claws against her, dragging against the line of her fur and raised welts beneath. She couldn’t stop that arousal, the hot breath was hammering against her as the tongue shoved in deep and then pulled backwards with a slow slurping noise. She felt the liquefied rock shifting around her paws, her hind legs splayed open so wide that her hips were starting to ache, nearly popping as she let out a ragged cry. The fingers on her ear rubbed, kneading lightly with a light teasing squeeze, the touch running along her nape before she let out a shivery burst of sound. Her eyes squeezing shut before the tongue slurped outwards with a rake of the small barbs. Just the feel of the barbs made parts of her body contract and flex, squeezing with her muscles shifting.

The hot breath hammered against her puckered anus as the lion breathed in the scent of her, greedily suckling it down while she swallowed a groan. The fingers traced back behind her ears as the dark form moved around her with a slow pad as the nose rubbed up. The paw moved to one side, sliding off of her as Kentet let out a low whine and the hands moved away. The light stroke traced down her muzzle as she strained and tried to jerk her paws free, the panic growing as the tickle of the mane ran along her haunches. The large dark form was looming above her as she felt the paws moving up to either side of her haunches.

The heat of his body pressed against him, the warmth spreading against her while she let out a short yowling cry as the weight slid along her. The forepaws moved to either side of her body, resting against her shoulder as the hot breath hit against the nape of her neck. She whimpered, fear rolling through her as she felt the belly stroking down along the lower portion of her rump. The paws pressed forward to either side of her shoulders, pressing close while the belly pressed down hard, the hind legs splayed open to wrap around her hips as she let out a choked noise. The jaws spread open and gaped wide, hooking right at the nape of her neck, scruffing her so that her head was pulled backwards.

She yowled out, the sound coming out in a high pitched screech while the heavy body pressed down so hard that she couldn’t even writhe in place. The teeth caught harder, squeezing down to make tears spring up to her eyes as she felt the hot slimy cock tip nudged right beneath her tail, wet dribbles of precum coated down along the soft puffy cunny. She tried to jerk her hips up to get the cock away from her, but he only jerked roughly backwards, dragging hard enough that she froze. The slimy droplets fell down lower, running downwards, marking her coat as she choked out another noise, her tail jerked upwards as Khenan’s hips rocked, tapping his cock tip this way and that, probing and jabbing this way and that.

The wet droplets oozed along the outer lips, spilling between the puffy crease while she pinned her ears back. The cock tip trailed down, hot and hard feeling, rubbing against her estrus laden mound with a rocking thrust forward, pushing forward to begin to peel her open. The former man’s call came out raggedly, almost a squeal as the cock tip jabbed forward and pierced into her full soft mound. Her ass was pushed higher in the air as she felt the strain and stretch, the narrow ring being stretched open wider and wider. The inner walls contracted tightly, squeezing around the jutting muscled spire that impaled her wider and wider.

The tip was so narrow, easily slipping into her, but it rapidly grew wider as it delved its way through her passage and all the way towards her vulnerable belly. It grew rapidly thicker, straining her open wider until her soft puffy cunny lips began to splay and ache, swallowing up along the dark red length. The wet precum oozed into her, warm and slimy feeling while her own wetness was squelching out around the base as the taut ring were stretched up towards the base. The sheath began to nudge lower while her breathing came out in short wheeze when she felt the rough drive forward, the powerful muscles working to force feed the cock inside of her. Her sleek walls suckled and squeezed, straining and aching as the hot breath hit around the back of her neck, the teeth drawing blood as the lion ground his hips forward, slapping the twin balls right up between her legs.

The weight pushed harder against the line of her back before the slow drag backwards started. She shrieked out, the sound bursting from her lips as the barbs flared open wide and dug into the silky passage, raking through her puffy swollen channel. Her eyes bulged open, her walls quivered and contracted down tightly, squeezing helplessly along the length as she let out a series of choking sounds. Her entire passage burned as her pussy folds were raked over with the barbs as the cock tip nearly yanked free. It ended in the next thrust that plunged forward that smoothed the barbs back and glutted her gaping passage.

The tip drove right up against her cervix, shoving roughly and grinding as she felt a spill of hot precum rolling down from the tip and nudging right against the narrow opening of her cervical passage. She suckled with smooth powerful contractions, her body reacting no matter how she tried to stop them. The puffy passage started to squeeze tighter as a hot jet of precum hit inside of her before the hips shifted and began the drag backwards. The pain and spasms rocked through her, the pain a burning rush that made her stomach start to contract and cramp down in reaction. Her ears folded down tight, her entire body tensing up while she cried out and felt the twist of the jaws on her scruff.

He only pulled partially out of her body before the next thrust slammed through her body with a stroke that sent her rocking down against the ground. He hammered the narrow tip up against her dilated cervix as tears rolled down her cheeks, it hurt and felt good all at once. Parts of her body were twitching in delight, suckling as the hot streams of precum oozed through her while her jaws opened up wide. The next draw back raked the barbs rapidly through her, barely pulling backwards before the next thrust drove home with a wild plunge forward that hammered the tip up against the barrier. The heavy swollen balls thudded up between her legs as she was forcibly impaled, her entire passage molded around the heavy prick. Her puffy lips formed a taut ring as she choked out a sob when the hips jerked back again.

The thrusts began to work through her, sawing in and out of her body as every draw back was a torment of the barbs leaving red raw welts through her passage. The wet precum churned and mixed with her slippery arousal, the spill ran around her outer lips as her body twitched and flexed tightly around the edges. Every time the muscles smoothed around him she dug the barbs in deeper, barbs that teased and worked through her body. Her stomach was warming, it was almost burning with heat as she choked out a series of high pitched yowls and hisses. She tried to struggle, her trapped paws jerked and yanked, but Kentet felt the weight shoving down harder against her. The hind legs spread wide around her, hugging tightly as he pumped his hips wildly against her.

The sawing movements were building up while the balls slapped against her time and time again. She was being rocked forward hard against her chest as the lion released her neck with a rough coughing roar as she felt him leaning forward. He was barely drawing himself out, the constant stimulation of the barbs were torturing her, it was hurting worse by the moment even as she felt the need growing. The dread and ache mixed with that heated desire as the black lion hunched his back tightly and drove up hard, the narrow tip of his cock shoved itself right against the dimpled opening of her cervix. The pressure pushed forward, splaying the already dilated opening just that much wider before she heard Khenan’s roar echoing in her ears, causing her to flinch and let out a yowl of her own as the cock tip swelled.

The barbs rose up and caught inside of her while she felt his balls pulsing against her, heaving upwards as the girth began to twitch moments before the first hot rush of sperm laden cum erupted into her vulnerable body. She shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut, humiliation and disgust rising as rope after syrupy rope flushed through her passage, burning as it flooded into her uterus and spread outwards. She could feel it all, every twitch and spasm that kept pushing more into pressured waves as her jaws dropped with short shallow bursts. Her whiskers trembled slightly while she lowered her head down, squeezing her eyes while the cock tip raked lightly, the light shift only making her tighten down further. She milked him, swallowing down around the length of the spire.

The next movements made her jerk, her eyes snapped open as the black lion moved up and suddenly she felt the barbs tearing through her body with a wet slurping noise as the cock tip popped free with a streamer of cum falling down between her legs. She tried to jerk away as the ropes fell down along the inside of her thighs as the last raking made her screech out in protest. She tried to jump away, jerking at her paws as the male stepped away with his cock hanging down between the legs, slimy and spent. Her legs churned, but there was not even a budge to get her free, she remained crouched in place as the slow drool of rich seed drooled from her reddened violated passage. Everything on her lower body ached, a throbbing sensation and faint burn from where the barbs had ripped through her.

“I am sure that you will come to submit to him without requiring me to trap you in the stone.” Sekhmet murmured softly, the voice rich and purring as it surrounded her. “I hope that you will have a fine litter for him, otherwise you will be of little use to me.”

_And that would be bad? _ She thought with a flinch, her ears remaining down on her head as she looked up at the face of the goddess. The lips were twisted up in a tight smile of amusement.

“Then you would be punished as the rest of the men who came with you are being punished. You would live your life as a goat for my priestess. Over and over again, reborn each time the blade touches your throat.” She spoke in a low threatening tone. “Your entire existence would be as a sacrifice to my people, a thousand deaths.”

Kentet swallowed, her throat feeling dry as her stomach gave a painful twist and churn. To die a thousand times as a sacrificial animal or bear the cubs of an animal? She didn’t know which one she should hope for, both were terrifying for different reasons, neither would give her freedom or hope.

As she struggled with her own fear, the warm weight of the lion moved above her again. His teeth grabbed the nape of her neck with a rough yank, forcing her head back up while his cock began to probe beneath her tail once more. Just like a true lion, he was ready to go again and there was little she could do to escape as the cock tip bumped and kissed down along the line of her recently violated vulva. The former man’s thoughts were pushed away with the pain of the shaft sinking back into her swollen passage, causing her to yowl out in pain and protest as he began again. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.