Legends of Belariath

Clarise

Clarise once upon a time lived with a small tribe of cat people, not a powerful tribe at all but a peaceful and rather intricately magical tribe, not one of the adult cat people were without their own power, the study of the spheres of magic was a way of life for these people, but they never considered ever using their power for violence, which could quite have possible what led to their eventual destruction by rampaging wolven, who slaughtered the small tribe with the only resistance was the cat people trying to reason with them.

The cat girl herself seemed to be a little bit of an oddity in her own family, the surname Firetail, which was that of her family, came from the fact that each member of their family became skilled in fire magic as they grew older, but it seemed from a early age that this Firetail kitten had no true interest in fire, she seemed to prefer the woods and forest surrounding the tribes village, and it seemed to everyone that she would become a practitioner of Nature sphere magic, that her fate was to become a druid.

Though this wasn’t to be….

One day, as the young kitten played in the woods, chasing squirrels and climbing up trees, she was set upon by a party of Moriel raiders, who were returning from a successful raid on the surface. One of the party had spotted the cat girl, who had been watching them quietly from a bush, and she was set up almost instantly, capturing her quickly but instead of killing her, the leader of the party decided that the small cat girl could make an excellent slave, so binding her hands and legs, gagging her they dragged the small kitten away from her home, straining against her bindings, struggling and crying, tears running down her small cheeks as she strained to get away from her kidnappers, but to no avail, she was stuck.

The raiders travelled for many days, stopping occasionally, forcing the captured cat girl to eat, sometimes having to force feed her, sometimes the party would take amusement in tormenting the small creature, pulling on her long flicking tail, forcing her to crawl to her food, other torments that delighted her cruel captors. Eventually the would approach an entrance to the Underworld of the Moriel, stopping at a small town that worked as a way station for raiders travelling to the surface, they took her too a small brothel owned by another Moriel, a female who had a vicious reputation, but also a taste in pleasure of all form. She took an interest in the small cat girl, examining her over for a moment then, after a talk with the raider leader, she would purchase the cat girl from him. Her first action was to put a collar around the girl’s neck, with words in Moriel, signifying the owner ship of Moriel over the cat girl, then she would with a slight hint of amusement, would attach a leash to the girl’s collar and take her for a long walk through the town, the cat girl would feel a sharp strike to her rear each time she faltered or stopped, the cat girl would soon begin sobbing again as her rear was sore from the constant use of the crop on her rear, and the totally humiliation of being paraded about like a show animal. When she was taken back to the brothel, she was immediately put to work cleaning the entire place from top to bottom, a task the girl was good at but found it hard to do with the constant gaze of her new Moriel Mistress on her constantly, beating her with her crop each time the cat girl seemed to slow or seemed to fail to do as she was told. Eventually she was finished and was allowed to sleep, she was given a small padded basket, which she curled up into and sobbed all night, from the pain of the beating and from the fact she would never see her family ever again.

The next day she would be put to work all about the Brothel, her duties were to serve the patrons, getting their drinks and food, helping to clean them off after an encounter with an Brothel slave or servant, and sometimes forced to do tasks she found humiliating, licking the dirty boots of the patrons clean, possible one of the worst things in her mind, though she did take a certain satisfaction in ‘liberating’ coins from the patrons, having nimble fingers, she would use them to exact some small form of revenge, which sat very well with her Mistress, who had little qualms about taking an advantage she could from the patrons.

Her life would hold a continuous cycle of serving patrons, cleaning the brothel, and getting beaten for the enjoyment of her mistress for many years, until she reached the age of her age of young adulthood, eighteen years of age, where things seemed to change, despite the beatings she had constantly received from her Mistress, the Moriel woman had made very sure to keep the cat girl healthy and fit, and as she grew, the beauty of her body did, growing into a slender and curvy young woman, who despite not being a Moriel, would often draw the eyes of the patrons, and on what was her eightenth birthday, though she had long lost track, since the way station town was almost always bathed in shadowy darkness, so time was almost meaningless to her, she was given to a particular rich patron, who dragged her, though she was tamed by now, unwilling to resist anything, because of the threat of punishment, but also a sense of slavery and submission that she had been developed over the long years as the Moriel’s slave, but this new event was something that terrified her, she told to strip down to nothing then lay on the bed, like a obedient slave she did as she was told, she merely expected to be beaten again, something she had developed an intense need for, pain being one of the few things she was given in this place, so eventually her mind simply stopped judging all but the most severe as pain and her mind would send waves of pleasure through her form when she was beaten.

She watched as the patron, a tall moriel warrior stripped of his own clothes, revealed his naked and scared for, the cat girl just lay on the bed, watching, terrifed of what was going to happen to her, she had often seen other slaves taken into rooms just like this one, but had always been kept in the dark about what happened in there, sometimes she had listened, hearing grunts, moans and groans but she had always had to move away quickly, just in case one of the other slaves or the brothel mistress caught her not working.She looked on, she was utterly terrified as she watcehd the moriel draw closer to her, she could see that his shaft was erect, but the cat girl had no concept as to what this meant, until she found the hands of the moriel pinning her down to the bed, and without thought to whether or not she could take it, the moriel would drive his erect shaft into her virgin sex, breaking the cherry open, causing a cry of pain from the cat girl as the thin layer of muscle was torn apart, but it got even worse. It felt like she was being torn apart from the inside as her as the moriel's shaft drove deeply into her, forcing her passage wide open, further apart than she was capable of tolerating, causing her to bleed from her sex. The moriel continued to rape the scared and tiny cat girl, until he reached his climax, releasing a wave of warm cum into her body, But even then he wasn't done, grabbing the girl by the scruff of her neck and forcing her down between his legs, ordering her in his own language for her to lick clean his shaft, which out of fear, her small tongue flicked out and began to lick away the cum from his shaft, gagging on the taste of it. After she had cleaned his shaft off, the moriel left the room, and the red cat girl in tears. This was far from the end of such treatment, and for her it became such a frequent activity that despite the harshness and cruelty of the partners she was forced to be with, both male and female, she began to enjoy it, much like the pain she suffered, the bondage, but never did she enjoy the humilation she suffered.

Finally, one day was her day to escape, the Owner of the Bordello had been asked to provide a good slave for sacrifice to Lloth, and despite her reluctance to lose such a useful and attractive slave she knew her duty, but decided that night to have the pleasure of the slave for herself, and so spent the whole night extracting pleasure in whatever way she pleased from the innocent cat girl, who had know well the fact she was to be sacrficed, and had no intention of losing her life, so as the Moriel mistress slept, the aching cat girl would take up a dagger, and plunge it through the moriel's heart, before grabbing whatever clothes she could find, and as quickly as she could, finding a way out of the town, hiding in a cart, on the way up to the surface. When she arrived there, seeing the sun for the first time in a long time, she found she could barely see, vision blurred. For a long time she stumbled, tried to find her way about, but a fortunate encounter with a merchant she was able to find her way into a new town, Nanthalion.

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