By Scarletdown
Chapter I: The Tiger and the Hawk / Part I
"Well anyway, I do have work to get back to," Regent Tormanin said, "So
you go see Toraq and have fun. I'll join you if I can. Now good evening to
you, Warden."
"Good night, your excellency," Court Warden Arlin returned. He executed
a graceful bow, then padded down a side corridor to the dungeons to fetch Master
Toraq, while the Regent made his way to his study to attend to his business.
The Tiger swiped his access card through the reader slot by the door to
the dungeon. With a soft whoosh, it slid open, revealing a stone, spiral
staircase that led into the depths of the palace. Instead of the usual electric
lighting, this area was illuminated by old-fashioned torches set at regular
intervals in sconces on the walls. Despite this world's modern high tech
society, Master Toraq preferred to maintain his domain in the style of old, as
the castle was in the days when people traveled about by carriage, horseback, or
on foot. He claims that keeping a traditional dungeon instead of modernizing
has an indescribable psychological effect on his charges, leaving no doubt in
their minds that they are here for punishment for their crimes. Arlin could not
argue with the Hawk's logic. The gloomy ambiance of the entire dungeon level
gave even him a subtle feeling of foreboding and despair. But, he also found
this area rather comfortable in its old school rusticness. Of course, he would
feel differently if he was here as one of Toraq's tenants instead of as a friend
and guest.
He reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the reception area.
It was a small chamber with stone walls of course, and a floor of unfinished
wood. There was a large wooden door in the far wall, and to its left was a
large wood desk with a soft, leather-bound chair. The desk and chair were
unoccupied; apparently Toraq had sent Trish home already. The walls were
adorned with numerous paintings depicting prisoners of various species, male and
female undergoing a wide array of punishments. All of the scenes, despite being
rather macabre also emanated not so subtle erotic overtones. This also enhanced
the ambiance of the dungeon, which showed new arrivals that for their crimes,
they would not only be subjected to intense punishments, but also that their
bodies and lives now belonged to Wardens Toraq and Skara-Bree and their aides.
Since the day shift receptionist was not there to admit him, the Tiger
reached into his pocket and extracted an old-fashioned copper key, one of the
palace's original master keys. He inserted it into the keyhole in the door and
gave it a quarter turn. There was a soft click, then he took a grip on the
large iron ring above the keyhole, pulled the door open, stepped into a narrow,
dimly lit, stone corridor.
Arlin closed the door behind him and padded down the corridor. The
stone floor felt cool beneath his unshod feet, and the air was pleasantly warm,
its heat provided by the flickering, sputtering torches that lined the walls.
In the distance, he could hear the frequent crack of a whip, followed by a
pained yelp and moan from its unfortunate target. It sounded like Master Toraq
was still on duty and working late tonight. Then again, the Dungeon Warden was
in love with his work and was known to put in a lot of overtime. From the
sounds of the victims, Arlin had an idea who Toraq was playing with this
evening. As he rounded a bend in the corridor, which opened out into a large
chamber, considerably bigger than the reception area, the Tiger's guess proved
to be correct.
The main chamber, which palace personnel liked to call the
playroom was furnished with several large, wooden tables, fitted with iron
shackles at the corners. All of the thick wooden floor to ceiling support beams
had cast iron rings attached to them. Additionally, there were wooden chairs
lining the walls to the left and right. These were also fitted with shackles,
and their seats were covered in a loosely woven copper mesh. The far wall had
three dark, narrow passages leading back into the depths of the dungeon where
the prisoners were housed. Another passage in the far right corner had a sign
above it that read 'AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY'. Between the entrances to the
cell blocks, shelves and display cases housed an impressive collection of tools
crucial for administering the Regent's justice on the miscreants unfortunate to
find themselves as guests down here. None of the tools were lethal, or designed
to cause serious permanent injury or disfigurement, but they were all obviously
quite fearsome, and very effective at administering pain and humiliation on and
in a deserving prisoner's intimate areas. That was, of course, Master Toraq's
favorite place to focus his energies when giving his charges their workouts, at
least those charges who had the assets to get the Dungeon Warden aroused, such
as the pair receiving Toraq's loving touch in the center of the playroom.
Suspended from heavy chains hanging from the ceiling, their yellow,
taloned feet just barely touching the floor, were two Ornith Crows, the
father/daughter team of Beryl and Darlene, whom Denali had arrested earlier that
evening for armed robbery. The two birds were bound together face to face with
a wide leather belt around their waists. Attending to the Crows was a handsome
Ornith Hawk, dressed in nothing but a black leather X-harness. He was circling
the shackled up prisoners as he enthusiastically wielded a long braided
four-tail whip, landing it with expert precision across their backs, bottoms,
and thighs, not hard enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to punish. The
powerful wings protruding from his back were spread wide to help him maintain
his balance and control, and with each stroke of the whip, his ruddy tail
feathers fanned out and lifted upwards to expose his own muscular and shapely
down-covered rear.
As he paced around the Crows, Arlin could see that he was thoroughly
enjoying his task, as the pink shaft of his cock was fully erect from its
sheath. The Crows cried out and moaned delightfully each time the whip caressed
their backsides with its kiss of fire. To those not familiar with the eccentric
ways of Master Toraq, both prisoners moaning and squirming when one was struck
would seem odd. But Arlin was quite well aware of the Hawk's unique methods of
administering punishment. Judging by the way Beryl and Darlene's lower halves
flexed and thrusted against each other, the Tiger was fairly certain that they
were actually coupled together, and Toraq had inserted a stimulator probe into
the area between Beryl's sex and ass in order to keep him hard inside his
daughter throughout the whipping.
Finally, the Hawk noticed Arlin's presence. He paused in his task,
giving the Crows a brief respite from their ordeal, cocked his feathery head to
one side, and waved to his visitor.
"Ah, good evening, Court Warden," he said. His voice was gentle and
soothing, "Forgive me for not noticing you standing there earlier. As you can
see, I was rather wrapped up in my work. I hope that Otter lass who delivered
these two fine pieces of tail to me tonight might make a visit down here soon.
Beryl and Darlene are proving to be a wonderful treat, and I would like to give
her a personal thanking."
Arlin glanced down at the Hawk's erection and smiled, "Aye, I had a
feeling you would enjoy prepping your new toys. It appears that I was right."
"Indeed," Toraq agreed, "You know me all too well, Arlin. I am truly
looking forward to beginning their training after their trial tomorrow. They
are going to make for a fine pair of slaves."
"Hopefully, they will end up with the same owner. It would be a pity to
see them taken away from each other."
"Wait a moment," Beryl interrupted, his voice a raspy moan, "Are you
implying that all we've been through since we arrived down here has not been a
part of slave training? I mean, the whippings, that needle-sharp probe between
my intimates, and being forced to engage in incestuous pleasures with my
daughter?"
Master Toraq laughed melodiously and gave the Crow a playful slap on his
feathery butt, "Ah, no, sweet tail, this has been nothing more than your initial
disciplining for your crime. The real training will begin tomorrow after you
are brought before Regent Tormanin for judgment and sentencing. And son, I
can't even begin to describe the activities that my crew and I have in store for
you."
Arlin smirked at the bound birds, "Some of them you may even learn to
enjoy and crave over time."
Darlene glared at the Tiger and snapped back, "Like fuck we will! We
are not going to become slaves. I just know that our counsel will come through
for us and spring us early."
Arlin took a few steps forward and glared back menacingly at the
impudent Ornith girl. In one smooth motion, his lightning crop was in his hand
and fully extended. The rod hissed in a graceful upward arc and landed squarely
under Darlene's tail feathers, striking dead center across her sit spot. With
the impact, there was a loud snap, and the girl gave out a pained scream as an
intense electric charge rippled through her bottom. This had a side effect of
causing her to tense and flex, which caused her father to moan helplessly as her
sex clenched tight around his cock; which in turn, caused him to finally unload
his hot seed inside her.
Master Toraq's liquid gold eyes were wide as an Owl's, and his beak was
half opened in amazement as the two Crows orgasmed together, "I am truly
impressed," he said in mock awe, "You, my dear friend have the magic touch. You
really should come work with me down here, you know. We would make a legendary
team."
Arlin smiled and shrugged, "Well, you got them primed for me, Toraq. I
could tell when I arrived that they were both close to the brink already. And
as tempting as your suggestion sounds, my place is up top. From each according
to his abilities, and all that, you know."
Toraq nodded and patted the Tiger on the shoulder, "Yes, as it has
always been and always shall be. Still, you are always welcome down here any
time if you are bored and need some entertainment."
The Tiger idly caressed and kneaded Darlene's sore, abused rump and
nodded thoughtfully, "I will keep your invitation in mind. And by the way, why
are you working alone tonight? Where's the rest of your crew?"
"Ah, I sent them home shortly after these two were checked in. It was a
pretty slow night, and I figured that they could all knock off early." He
coiled up his whip and hung it on his belt, reached up to unlock the overhead
shackles, and unbuckled the strap binding Beryl and Darlene to each other, "As
long as you're down here, would you mind helping me finish their initial
punishment?"
"But of course," Arlin replied. He stood behind Darlene, wrapped his
arms around her waist, and pulled. The girl gave a soft gasp and moan as her
father's cock exited from her depths, still hard and dripping a trickle of his
seed onto the stone floor, "Where do you want her?"
Toraq gestured to one of the work tables, "Over there is fine. Shackle
her down in the invite position." He grabbed Beryl by the shoulder and guided
him to a table facing the one he had directed Arlin to. "Get up there, turn
around, and kneel" he ordered.
The Crow obediently climbed up onto the table, turned and faced the
Dungeon Warden, and dropped to his knees.
"Now, lay down with your arms out, legs spread, and ass in the air."
"Like your daughter, Beryl," Arlin said. Darlene was securely trussed
up on the table facing her father. Her breasts were pressed against the hard
wood; her tail feathers were spread and raised, and her bottom was thrust
tantalizingly high in the air, providing easy access to both her sex and aft
channel.
Beryl nodded his head and followed his daughter's lead, presenting his
plush butt for Toraq's administrations. The Hawk strutted around behind the
Crow, reached between his legs, and yanked out the stimulator probe that had
kept him erect throughout the whipping, causing him to gasp and squawk loudly.
He gasped again when he felt a taloned finger playfully probe past his southern
star and wiggle around inside his nether depths.
"Ah yes," Toraq cooed, "you two are indeed going to be a pleasure to
train. It was most kind of you to commit your armed robbery in my jurisdiction.
I have been needing a good challenge for quite some time, you know." He
removed his finger from the Crow's ass, and stuck it in his beak, tasting his
prisoner's intimate flavor.
"Mmmm, you are quite delicious, you know. Now, I have a special treat
for you and Darlene. Since we are going to become intimately familiar with your
asses, inside and out, we need to get them properly conditioned and receptive."
Arlin chuckled, "Let me guess, the porcupine shaft?"
Toraq winked and nodded his head, "But of course. Only the best for a
couple hot pieces of tail like these." He sashayed over to one of the storage
shelves and picked up a small glass jar and a pair of rather long and thick butt
plugs.
"Ooh, I'm so fucking scared," Darlene taunted, "The big bad dungeon
warden is armed with a butt plug. Oh fear, oh dread." The girl's tail feathers
fanned out and flirted upward as if she was daring Toraq to use his toy on her.
"Darlene," Beryl interjected, "mind your place, young lady. Remember,
we are Master Toraq's prisoners. And considering our current positions, 'tis
unwise to mouth off to our master like that."
"Oh get real, daddy," she shot back, "It's not as if neither of us have
ever had our bottoms stuffed before. Granted, that shaft is a bit longer and
thicker than I'm used to, but fuckity-fuck! Anal play is a major Ornith
pastime."
Arlin patted Darlene's rump, chuckled, and cast a knowing glance at the
Hawk, "Heh. That's a most grave understatement if ever I heard one. Anal is a
major pastime for many Furling species as well. But for you feathertails, your
bottom fixation seems more like a major religion."
"Yes yes," Toraq laughed. He spread his wings and flirted his ruddy
tail plumage up, "On behalf of all our feathered brethren; Ornith, non-Ornith,
and those in between, I plead guilty as charged. Our downy aft ends are our
pride, made to be used and abused."
"And the more intense the abuse," Arlin added, "the happier you are."
"Indeed and correct," the Redtail affirmed. On cue, he touched a
taloned finger to a red button set in the base of the plug. "You are still
young and naive, dear child. For sure you have already known many of the
pleasures beneath the tail feathers which our kind hold dear."
He turned his gaze to Beryl, "Am I correct?"
The elder Crow nodded his head, "Aye, master. My daughter is a sexy
young Ornith lass who has completed nearly sixteen trips around the sun. Your
question is rhetorical."
Toraq gave Beryl a playful swat on the rump, then turned his attention
back to the ever defiant Darlene, "But, my tender slaves, I can tell by the look
in your eyes and the sweet scent of your fear that neither of you have yet fully
embraced our most highly beloved and most intimate passion."
He held the shaft up for the Crows to see. The once smooth surface was
now bristling with long, needlelike spikes, like porcupine quills, "Pain beneath
our tails is the sweetest pleasure that we can know, whether it is the kiss of
the paddle or crop or whip upon our lovely bottoms, or the ecstasy of agonizing
punishment coursing through your nether passage."
"No...fucking...way," Darlene protested. Her eyes were wide with pure
terror, and her tail feathers dropped to protectively cover her vulnerably
exposed southern star. "You are NOT going to shove that up my ass."
"Yes fucking way," Arlin growled, forcibly lifting her tail feathers
back up and taking a firm grip on her bottom. His claws dug into her rump, not
deep enough to pierce her flesh and draw blood, but still enough to cause the
girl to yelp and whimper. "It is not as if you have a choice in this matter.
You belong to Master Toraq now, and if he decrees that your rectal chamber is to
be pin cushioned, then it will be pin cushioned Slaves do not negotiate their
punishments."
"But master," Beryl interrupted, "Won't that thing, you know, kill us?
As far as I know, bank robbery is not a capital crime."
"You must trust your master," Toraq advised his slaves, "We will take
measures to keep this activity from causing lethal harm or even permanent
damage. I have tested the porcupine shaft on myself and my crew, and we are all
still alive, healthy, and yiffy as ever."
Arlin released his grip on Darlene's butt and picked up the small jar
that the Hawk had taken from the shelf. "This is what will keep you undamaged."
He handed the jar to the Hawk.
Toraq untwisted the lid and dipped his fingers into the clear gel
inside. "This is what is known as Unicorn Salve. As you are most likely aware,
a Unicorn's horn is capable of healing even the most grevious of wounds. And
according to legends, Lady Inanna; the Mink herself, discovered that the horn
can heal even while it harms."
"But master," Beryl interrupted again, "I thought it was the Mink's
master and brother, Lord Azoral, who discovered this when he made his pet sister
ride a Unicorn as an experimental punishment, impaled up the ass on his horn."
Toraq nodded and laughed, then thrust his fingers up Beryl's ass,
thoroughly swabbing his rectal wall with the gel, "Ah, I see that you are
familiar with the legends of the Falcon and the Mink. Very good, very good
indeed. A well rounded slave should be well versed in the traditions those two
initiated millennia ago." He removed his fingers from the Crow's depths and
licked off the remaining traces of the salve.
"Mmm, perfect. I'm tempted to purchase you myself after we complete
your training." The Hawk gently ran his free hand over the Crow's shapely
rump, squeezing and kneading the plush, feathered flesh, and even more gently
circling the tip of one talon around the tight, vulnerable rear opening. This
caused Beryl to shudder and moan; the pink shaft of his maleness again protruded
from the sheath between his thighs.
Toraq took Beryl's stiff member in his hand and playfully stroked it,
causing the Crow to squirm and whimper even more, "My my. Did your daughter
know before tonight that her daddy was and is a hightailed whore at heart?" He
lifted his gaze from his slave's assets to peer at the young Ornith girl trussed
up on the table facing them. Darlene was trying hard not to struggle too much
as the Tiger standing behind her worked his fingers deep inside her, lubing her
up and thoroughly coating her rectal wall with the Unicorn Salve.
"No, she most likely did not know," Toraq continued, answering his own
question. He touched the red switch on the base of the porcupine shaft, and the
spikes once again retracted back beneath its surface. He pressed the tip of the
plug against Beryl's tailhole, then slid it deep inside him in one smooth motion
until the base was resting snug against his black, downy cheeks. This brought
the Crow to orgasm for the second time tonight. His eyes closed; his back
arched; his bottom thrust upward, and his seed spilled from within him into
Toraq's hand and onto the table.
"No, I saw your records during your inprocessing," the Hawk continued,
still stroking his slave's pulsing, bobbing cock, "You never whored yourself
out. That was your daughter's task, for which you served as her financial
manager." He released his grip and licked the Crow's juices off his hand. "But
by the time I am finished with your training, that will change. You are going
to become one of Lovenmusk's favorite attractions. Your ass will indeed become
your greatest and most valuable asset. You my dear girl, will become one of the
finest whores the world has ever known."
Arlin finished prepping Darlene and removed his fingers from her ass,
licking off the remnants of the salve, "And I know just the two to train her,"
he offered, following Toraq's example and referring to Beryl in feminine terms.
"That Raccoon girlfriend of yours?"
The Tiger rested an arm on the girl's rump, "Yes, Allisson can more than
handle your little feathered lady there. And I'm sure my dear little sister
would be more than happy to assist."
"Ah, so Allisson actually went ahead and apprenticed Amanda? It's about
time. With that Ringtail's help, I predict that your sister is going to make
quite a name and fortune for herself down on all fours and on her back." He
turned his attention back to Beryl, "But we will deal with that when the time
comes. Now, dear girl, let's get your nethers properly punished. On the count
of three. One..."
A taloned finger touched the red switch once more. A muffled click was
heard inside Beryl. Half a moment later, the Crow gave a piercing yelp and his
entire body tensed so severely, it looked like he could tear himself in two at
any moment. Once he regained his breath, he broke into an ear splitting wail of
pure agony while his body thrashed about uncontrollably, straining against the
bonds that held him secure on the table. Toraq watched the show for a minute.
His cock was stiff and erect from its sheath as the Crow's screams and struggles
filled him with tremendous infernal arousal. He could not resist landing a pair
of hard, open-handed slaps on Beryl's upthrust, flexing ass. His talons dug
into the feathery nether flesh like nails with each swat. The trussed up bird
hardly noticed the biting smacks on his ass of course. No spanking could
override the unfathomable torture of all those needle-like spikes that were
piercing his nether chamber.
The Hawk turned his gaze back to Arlin and Darlene. The Tiger was
struggling to insert the other porcupine shaft up the girl's ass. She was
fighting him as best as she could, struggling to keep her southern star flexed
tight to keep the infernal plug out of her depths. The girl's face reflected
pure unadulterated terror as she watched her daddy thrashing about on the table
across from her, and she was determined to avoid such a fate for as long as
possible.
"Yes indeed, class," Toraq said, raising his voice so he could be heard
above Beryl's screams, "as I said, pain is pleasure. But for those like our
guests who have not yet learned to embrace this agony, the pleasure is for those
administering the pain, as you can clearly see by my own state of pride."
"Butt Master Toraq," Arlin shouted. He felt a moment of cleverness for
taking Beryl's earlier pleadings and using them to bestow a new, and truly
appropriate title upon his feathered friend, "This one is being most
uncooperative. She refuses to relax so I can insert the shaft. Granted, I can
understand why. But still..."
Toraq touched a switch under the front ledge of Beryl's table. A faint
blue-white glow emanated from the surface, and suddenly, all was quiet. The
Crow was still struggling in his bonds and he was still screaming and wailing,
but no sound escaped from his throat. "Aural dampening field," he explained.
"As much as I enjoy hearing the moans and screams of my slaves as they
endure their punishment, it does make it difficult to focus on other tasks.
Now, what's this about my other slave not letting the Tiger insert the shaft up
her butt? This is most inappropriate, young lady. Fortunately for you and us,
we do have a remedy for stubborn young brats like yourself. Arlin, touch the
tip of the plug to her opening and push the white button."
The Tiger took a look at the base of the porcupine shaft, "Which white
button, the blue-white one or the off-white one?"
"The off-white button," Toraq replied, "Using the blue-white button this
early in the procedure would defeat the purpose of this portion of the
punishment."
Arlin nodded and touched the tip of the shaft to Darlene's southern
star. He touched a claw to the off-white button in the base, and the shaft gave
off a soft electric hum. The Ornith girl gasped and moaned seductively. Her
tailhole unclenched and feminine juices dripped from her hot sex onto the table
beneath her. The Tiger immediately thrust the long shaft up the Crow's butt
until the base was pressed against her bottom. Before she could react to the
insertion, Arlin touched the red switch, and as with Beryl, a muffled click
could be heard inside her.
Another ear piercing scream shattered the serene silence of the dungeon,
and like her daddy, Darlene thrashed about in her bonds in a futile attempt to
find relief from the horrific pain coursing through her rectum as the spikes of
the porcupine shaft bit deep into her inner flesh. Between gasps and wails, the
girl cried and begged for mercy and release from the punishment filling her ass.
But of course, there would be no release or mercy forthcoming any time soon.
And like her father, Darlene's screams were soon neutralized by a press of a
switch under the table's ledge, which activated another dampening field.
Arlin purred softly to himself. His maleness pressed hard against his
tight leathers as he watched this tendertail bird writhe in sweet agony on the
table before him. And with her sex vulnerably exposed and flexing rhythmically
with her struggles, the Tiger was tempted to strip and take the girl right there
on the table in front of her father and Toraq. No one would have complained if
he had followed his animal instincts. After all, these two Crows were slaves
now. They had no rights to how their assets were used, other than the basic
rights of life, nourishment, and freedom from permanent injury or disfigurement.
However, Darlene and Beryl were Toraq's properties, and it would be a breach of
protocol to have his way with them before their master could take his pleasure
first. The Tiger's arousal did not escape the Hawk's notice.
"Be my guest, Warden. I will have plenty of opportunities to use her in
the coming months. So indulge yourself while I do a bit of tidying up before
the night shift crew arrives."
"Thank-you, Butt Master Toraq," Arlin purred, "Your generosity is
legendary." He stripped off his pants. His cock, free from its bonds at last,
stood fully erect from its sheath, the tip glistening with precum in
anticipation of probing this young bird's treasure hole.
Toraq whistled appreciatively at the sight of the Tiger's ample maleness
bobbing before him in the warm dungeon air, "Oh, 'tis such a lovely piece,
Arlin, a true work of art. And it is such a pity that you only lean towards
feminine tails. Such an impressive shaft would be pure bliss under my tail
feathers"
Arlin felt the insides of his ears heat up, both embarrassed and
flattered. He recalled his brief bit of chatter with Everett a few hours ago at
Up Yours, but couldn't bring himself to repeat what he had hinted to the
Secretary Bird. Instead, he just nodded and gave the Hawk a sheepish grin, then
climbed up on the table behind the writhing Crow. He pushed her tail feathers
back up and took a firm, two handed grip on the girl's rump and hips, claws once
again digging into her flesh. His groin pressed lightly against her bottom and
the tip of his cock stood out poised at the downy opening of her sex.
He paused and took a deep breath, then reached out with his thoughts to
touch Darlene's mind. Time seemed to distort and slow down almost to a
standstill.
Arlin was momentarily stunned. There had been nothing in her file about
her being psionically empowered. But here she was, pleading with him via
telepathic sending. He made a mental note to investigate later and discover why
this rather important revelation had been overlooked.
Before Darlene could respond further, Arlin slid his long, thick cock
deep into her tight, slick egg passage. He blocked out her thoughts for the
moment as he rode her. He wanted to focus only on the moment. He did not want
to hear any more of her thoughts. All that mattered was that he use her assets
as they were meant to be used. The sole purpose for Darlene's existence at this
moment in time, was for his pleasure.