Legends of Belariath
Velvet
The little Tigress remembers nothing before the tower. Her life seemed to begin there. It was a small tower, with not nearly the majesty of Belaraith’s Unigo. Filled with Human Mages of little or no skill. How she was found, or what happed to her parents were two secrets that were never revealed to the young catgirl.. Although the human mages immediately took to the little girl.. Her human features and soft velvety skin were highly prized.. Earning her the pet name that followed her even to this day.
It started out innocently enough, simply being treated like a pet, petted upon, rewarded for good behavior. People would talk down to her, treat her like they would a favored dog, or one of the more animalistic cats. And she responded thusly. Her innate intelligence hidden, her mannerisms pleasing to those who simply wished to pet and enjoy the small kitten..
In secret she would pour over the book sin the library.. Learning all she could of arcane and being a mage. Slowly, and often times painfully, learning the spells that would have been quite easily learnt with the simple help of another mage.. But she knew.. Knew that one such as herself would not be treated with equality among them.. She was a pet.. Not a person.. And so she did things in quiet, learning the slow skills of a blooming mageling.
She went on in this way, learning to be quite the delicate pet, even as she learned to be a Mage. That was, until she reached maturity.. How old she was in all actuality is not known, even now, though she looked to be eighteen. Her body holding full voluptuous curves, her manner pleasing to the eye.. Natural grace making her an enticing specimen of her kind. The soft pets and sweet treats began to change.. No longer simply the way one would treat a pet.. The caresses becoming more.. Sensual. The treats seeming to be replaced with such things as catnip.. Anything they could think of to trigger her more -frisky- side.
They began to train her as more of a pleasure slave. Trapping her in dark corners.. Forcing her to service one or more of them depending upon their whims.. She was locked up, tied down, whipped and beaten when she refused to comply. Eventually they simply raped her.. Her body broken, she would nurse her will in secret, letting them think her bent to their will.. Acting the perfect slut in public, servicing them when asked. She would spend each night in a different bed, only to sneak out well before dawn to practice.. Never giving up her dreams..
Slowly her personality would evolve to match this double life.. Her forcefulness bleeding over into her day-life, becoming more demanding in sex.. Learning all she could to bind men around her delicate little finger. She became steadily more aggressive in her search for pleasure.. And those that she took as lovers, never complained about such a change from the quiet broken creature that they had enslaved to their needs..
Her power would slowly grow until she felt she had reached the end of what they could teach her.. In sex and in the arcane arts. One night she would gather her things, her hair tied back, simply wearing a pair of ripped pants and a tee.. She would make her way out of the Tower, sneaking past the guards that had aways kept her inside.. Her steps taking her out in the world.. Out towards Belaraith.. A smile would touch her lips as she considered what new adventures would await her in this new land, as of yet unexplored..