Tiger's Den, Pt.02

"I know you already, Sandor," Alyssa said, fighting a swell of emotion that pricked at the corners of her eyes. "Don't you remember?"

He shrugged and released her hand.

"Yes... We spent time together outside the Master's castle," he said. "But that was a long, long time ago... I'm just glad you're here now!"

She sighed. It didn't seem she was going to get any sense out of him, as brainwashed as he was. So, she took a step back so as not to join in, waving off Sandor when he tried to engage her.

"Oh, no, no..." She said, smiling just to placate him, although she hated every second of it. "I don't want to play this time, I'll just watch. I can learn the rules then."

The fox seemed to accept that reasoning, though the game of "Jenga" was not one Alyssa was familiar with. Well, she knew about the game with building blocks, but the harem members lay down on the ground, forming a "foundation" of three anthros with their bodies. The next three members climbed on top of them at a perpendicular angle, building the next layer of "blocks" in the game.

Yet it didn't make much sense to them: couldn't the Master afford to buy them actual games? Yet there was something more to it too as the members of the harem slid and ground against one another. There was no denying how they relished in physical contact, whiskers quivering and lips parted in sultry moans.

"Ohhhh, yes," Sow groaned, grinding his hips down against Beta. "Mmmm, so good..."

They weren't all that eloquent in how they spoke, though their lustful, guttural groans made her shiver too. Alyssa did her best to hide how that affected her, however.

"Mmmmm..."

"Nnnngggghhhh..."

They jostled and rubbed against one another as they climbed, whether they were trying to form the next layer or not. Even the bodies that were pressed against the floor, on the thick rug, didn't seem to mind the pressure at all, taking pleasure from it. It looked like they should have been crushed and at least had a flare of pain, being on the bottom like that, but their eyes were half-closed in bliss. In particular, Bitch moaned the loudest on the bottom of the Jenga tower, wriggling his toes as he shivered against the soft caress of Pen's white feathers.

Their hands too roamed over one another, from arms to legs and up over hips. Some teased over the chastity devices of the others and especially around the roots of their tails for the mammalian anthros, though Queen seemed to particularly enjoy the short, flexible spines on his back being caressed too.

She shifted her weight, watching intently and yet not knowing what she was doing there. Heat swelled within her, as much as the taur tried to push it down, rocking back and forth, trying to distract herself through any means possible.

The chastity device made her ache, though she wouldn't have usually been that riled up just watching naked bodies grinding against one another. She took a small breath, striving to steady herself, but the prickling heat pulling at her was not to be dissuaded.

I should please myself. This is my time.

The whisper sounded good to her and she chuckled a little. It was a strange notion, to "hear" the harem talking like they weren't able to get the pleasure they so desperately wanted.

I need this.

She heard and didn't hear the whisper, floating around her ears.

Backing up to the table at the side of the room while the harem was distracted, Alyssa tried to seek a little pleasure for herself. Not much, of course, but just enough so she could think clearly again. That had to be okay, surely?

The edge of the table didn't fit under her tail against the chastity device, which provided a smooth, metallic surface, so she used the corner, pushing against it. Yet it didn't yield any sensation at all, strangely enough, as if a dull sense of numbness had seeped through her. Frustrated, she ground back more vehemently, straining to get any sensation she could. The device, however, thwarted her regardless of the angle she chose, her hind legs shaking.

Maybe I should join them, so I can feel something...

She jolted. That wasn't a whisper -- that was a thought in her head! And it most certainly had not fit in her head before. Where had that come from?

Alyssa shook herself, stepping away from the table, though that took a great effort of will. Even though she couldn't feel any sensation of pleasure under her tail, her slit felt wet and the uncomfortable sensation of the fur around her folds growing wet with moisture clung to her. She wriggled her backside, trying to find a comfortable position, though her attention was ever-aware of the chastity device and how it sealed away her need so she couldn't reach it.

Before her, Sandor at the top of the tower tipped over, falling with a yelp. As quick as ever, Alyssa leapt forward and caught him, although she only just managed to prevent his head from smacking into the ground.

"Agh!"

"Ah -- Sandor!" She cried, crossness bristling within her. "You could have hurt yourself! Are you okay?"

She paused, her tail twitching. Maybe a jolt like that could shock him into realising what was so very wrong in the Master's castle?

"Do you remember things?" She asked carefully. "Will you escape with me now, Sandor?"

But the fox only grinned widely, his expression brimming over with joy, his eyes even watering with it.

"We must thank Doe -- she saved me!"

Even his way of speaking had become softer and more simplistic, which didn't sit right with Alyssa at all. It was clear the fox still wasn't in his right mind and she was swiftly losing hope that he ever would be again.

The fox stood and moved around to her back while the doe taur twisted, trying to see what he was doing.

"Hey -- Sandor!" She stumbled away from him, alarmed, but Pen and Queen blocked her in, the swan and dragon smiling as they hustled her back into place. "Sandor, no! What are you doing?"

The fox thrust against her, grinding his chastity device over her chastity belt. They didn't make a metallic ringing but emitted a warmer tone that rang lightly through the air. Even that sounded good and Alyssa pulled away from it with a sharp pull in her chest.

For there was pleasure there, every time his device connected with hers. Her stomach lurched and her legs shook, suddenly awash in the very bliss she'd sought only a short while ago.

So, this is why they do it!

"Ohhhh," she moaned, her tail wriggling to reveal the non-dyed white underside. "Yes, Sandor... Mmmm, that feels good."

For a few moments, she lost control and her legs buckled. Yet Queen was there to help her, weakly, over to the couch, which allowed her to fold her legs under herself and find a way to steady herself. She didn't know what else to do but let them do what they wanted, Sandor grinding furtively over her denied hind end while he whined at a pitch she'd never heard from him before.

"Yes, yes, Doe," he whined, wagging his tail the whole time. "Mmm, Doe is wonderful, everyone should try Doe!"

Bitch hopped up, his long ears pricked, and Sandor made way for the hare as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Alyssa grunted and half-turned, lips twisting.

"Wait a moment -- you can't just pass me around like this. I don't waaaaant... Ohhhh!"

She tried to protest, but her words were swiftly cut off as the arctic hare humped against her, leaning over her deer part and hugging her torso. His fur brushed sensitively against her skin, tickling her faintly, but not even that sensation was enough to distract her as he ground passionately with his chastity device against hers.

The hare humped a lot more quickly than the fox, who was, honestly, the only other she had ever experienced before the Master had got his hands all over her. Alyssa shuddered and whimpered throatily at the memory of that, even though a small voice in the back of her mind murmured that it would be nice to have that attention from her Master again.

The need rose within her, as if her loins had turned into fire -- yet without the end result in the slightest. There was no draw of orgasm, only a sensation that she was getting closer and closer -- yet never quite getting there. Sometimes, she felt like she got close, that pull of need within her burning and reaching a peak, yet it backed off the moment she thought she was going to climax. Heat rushed to her cheeks and she held on to a couch cushion as if it was something she could use to steady herself, though there was little the taur could genuinely do.

I've got to hold off, she forced herself to think, shoving away the need with a whimpering cry. He can't win, not the Master. I've got to be good, I've got to not play into his games.

Little did the doe taur know she was already doing just that, her tail raised for the hare to rampantly grind against her, though she was left with only the faint sensation of something brushing by her clit.

It was not enough: it could never be enough.

Don't give in, her thoughts whispered to her, making her want to hold her head, hearing and not hearing a voice at the same time. Wait out the pleasure, it'll be better then.

Gritting her teeth, Alyssa forced down the driving need of wanting more. Pretending to nod her thanks to them, she gave them a watery smile.

Thankfully for her, they returned to their game and she watched from the sidelines even as one game turned into another. The common theme between their games was that they had that bodily contact, oddly shoving their chastity devices together. Yet now she knew why they did that, for it was the only thing that would give them any pleasure.

What was pleasure without orgasm? Alyssa considered the thought brazenly, a small smirk pulling at the corner of her lips, regardless of how turned on she was still, wet under her tail. They didn't know what they were doing, what they were talking about. They were nothing more than slaves to the Master, ultimately.

But they seem happy.

She ignored the thought. It wasn't hers to deal with.

After she'd eaten all she needed at their special table and Sandor returned her to her plain, white room, the fox stopped her from closing the door in his face immediately.

"Doe, you need to know," he said, taking her hand in his and clasping it to his chest. "This is a wonderful place! You're so lucky to be here. You need to become one of us, truly."

Alyssa tried to tug her hand away, but Sandor had a surprisingly firm grip.

"But I don't belong here, Sandor," she growled, using more force to wrench her hand away. "You don't either, yet I can't sacrifice myself for you. I can't stay here because of you. That's not how things work."

The fox shook his head, nose dipping sadly.

"If you wholeheartedly, forevermore," he breathed, "become one of us and submit to the Master...you'll never be sad again. Oh, wouldn't that be wonderful, Doe? Never to be sad, always serving, always giving?"

Alyssa wrinkled her nose.

"No... No, I've had quite enough of that, thank you."

She stepped inside and the door closed fully, though there was no handle there. She ran her hands over it, cursing in the back of her mind, though the loudness of her frustration, however inward it was, helped drown out the other little voice in her head.

The little voice that said that it might not be such a bad thing to be taken care of for once. To not have to think so much, to not have to worry. Wasn't that something she deserved too?

"This is a mess."

She sighed heavily and stepped away from the door, checking the window, though her arms already ached from straining and pushing against the door. Yet it was her sex that burned the most, making her walk with a little sway in her step, as if she was trying to grind into something even when simply moving. The window, however, looked out over a green area outside, twilight having fallen and didn't budge when she pushed it. There was no handle and she felt around the edges for any weak spots in the seals, lips parted in her concentration.

It's a lot thicker than I thought, the pane in the middle, she thought, wriggling her hips. I need something thick.

Alyssa jerked and shook her head, brushing that thought aside. It was her own horniness getting the better of her again and there was only one way she would satisfy that. Until then, she had to rest and she had to recover. All so she had a chance of escaping.

Even if no one else wants to come with me, she resolved, tucking herself into bed and under the sheets, though it was warm enough there that she didn't need anything heavy covering her. I must leave. This isn't where I belong.

Her eyelids grew heavy as she laid her head against the wall. Her deer body tucked under the sheets while she leaned her torso against the wall with a pillow to cushion her. The rooms there were not designed with taurs in mind, but maybe the Master would be kind enough to her to consider that in the days to come. Alyssa could only hope.

She was so tired that she didn't realise that wasn't a thought she should have had. Maybe something about trying to find a way to make herself more comfortable would have fit, but not as the thought had come. Her nose twitched as the doe taur grunted and wriggled under the sheets, trying to get comfortable while desire burned.

There was a sweet scent in the air, but she put it down to something the fancy Master tiger had pumped in there. It wasn't anything that should concern her, though she licked her lips and tried to arch her back, tail flicked up as her sex moistened even more, the fur around her entrance gently clumped together in evidence of her need. With the chastity belt in place, that could not be seen.

She inhaled again, desire rising with more demand, her hips rocking back and forth. It almost made sense to her how Sandor fell so quickly, though that didn't mean she forgave him for turning her in.

He's a male and he has male needs. He needs to ejaculate. I don't need to orgasm. It's a part of my body, but it's a pleasure.

She reasoned with herself as she rocked back, her hand creeping down to her hind end, though it merely played over the smooth belt, not allowing her fingers anywhere near her pussy. Alyssa didn't expect it to, though she still tried all the same. Everything there was dull and null, as if it didn't exist, though she felt every burning prickle of arousal as it coursed through her.

Maybe he will have sex with me if I pretend to follow his orders? She thought, idly running her fingers through the fur of her flanks, taking anything that felt good. Maybe I can trick him... Then I can get my needs met, this stupid belt off -- and out of here.

It wasn't a bad plan, yet it was a plan formed on shaky ground. She shook her head, brushing the idea of having sex with the big, muscled tiger away. Shifting her weight, she adjusted her position all night long, trying to get a good night of rest that she would sorely need.

In her dreams, she slipped into a large bath with Sandor that she didn't recognise, though the fox ran his hands skilfully over her. Her lips parted and the deer taur moaned, lusciously arching against him as he stroked around the base of her tail and trailed his fingers over her pussy.

"Oh, Sandor..."

She pushed back against him, need throbbing through her sex like a heated rod. His fingers slid around her pussy and dipped inside, cleaning her thoroughly even though the deer taur wanted something far more carnal than that.

Looking up, she caught the white bathroom door open, revealing the Master. Her heart lifted and she moaned for him, trying to get his attention.

Please! Make me feel good, Master!

Something felt wrong in her at those words, even as they rolled through her psyche, but Alyssa was in no place to push back against that in the dream.

He stared at her, his eyes serious, a towel hanging around his waist. The towel bore the shape of a tiger's cock, hanging "down" as if it was flaccid, and she gulped audibly, eyes wide and plaintive.

Alyssa was not to be held accountable for her dreams. For everything in the Master's mansion worked against her.

Continued in part three of four...