The Illegitimate Persuasions of a Tiger Prince and a Lady Rat - The Beginning
The Illegitimate Persuasions of a Tiger Prince and a Lady Rat
There existed no scenery in the room save a plastic sheet laid out on the concrete floor, a system of pulleys overhead buckled to the rafters, wall-sized mirrors lining each side, and a wardrobe nestled in between them. No windows adorned the room with light nor was there any chandeliers or light fixtures. The light was provided by candles stationed in the corners of the room, set upon elaborate pillars made of iron and twisted into incoherent shapes. A steel door was the only entrance to this eloquently strange and deserted room.
Distant sounds destroyed the silence of the dim room, sounds of protest. The steel door swung open to reveal three silhouetted figures - two males and one female. Two captors and one captive entered through that door and the captive did not seem at all pleased. He screamed in terror as he was pulled desperately through the door like a stuck pig to the slaughter. The other male dragged him at the instruction of the female, who spoke in a lowered voice as they entered the darkened room. Her voice was stern and commanding as the captive was dragged into the room by the base of his large droopy rabbit ears. The bunny male was kicking and screaming, the flesh from his floppy ears ripping at the seams of his head causing blood to leak down into his eyes. His arms and legs flailed terribly as the other male, a large orange tiger, pulled him along the cement floor. The gravel bumps in the cement slid past his flesh, tearing it open in small straight lines along his rump and legs.
The female, a curvy rat, seemed so out place with her sweet seeming face and pretty features. She peered out from long strands of beautiful soft black hair, watching the screeching boy rabbit with a freakish smile. The tiger looked to her, awaiting her words and she barked a quick command, "Up!"
The tiger immediately responded by pulling the rabbit to his feet. Tears and blood stained the white fur on his face as he had been crying and bleeding since the moment of his capture. He was young and delicate, his body thin but slightly muscular and his ears not straight up but floppy like that of his lop race. He protested as the tiger reached up towards the pulley only to make contact with a few streams of dog chain. The tiger, stronger than the rabbit, released the wailing creature only to watch him drop to the floor.
Moving quickly, the tiger wrapped the dog chains around the rabbit's wrist, expertly looping them around so that they remained tight and true to the victim's limbs. The rat, watching the whole time, pointed to another set of connecting pulleys for the tiger to manipulate. He moved swiftly, leaving the rabbit bound and crumbled on the edge of the plastic sheet. One tug after another on the connecting chain, the rabbit slid up and off the sheet as he began to hang in the air by his wrists. His attentions refocused as he realized his feet dangled just over the plastic, enough for him to balance slightly with his toes to relieve some pressure from his wrists.
The tiger gleefully and eagerly watched the rabbit's bondage, his phallus rising to the occasion from under his tight leather pants. The rat noticed this insubordination and swiftly moved to the disobedient tiger. The tiger suffered a slight rump slapping before being told to sit in the corner like a bad cub. He obeyed completely.
The rat moved to the rabbit, knowing that he would not be as obedient as the tiger and would be punished accordingly. This female was clothed in a long leather dress which covered everything up to her neck. Her arms were clad in long leather gloves and she donned high stiletto heels. She was a beautiful dominatrix with her long black hair and sweet girlish face. She stared up at the rabbit, admiring his white facial fur which was stained by his tears, saliva, and blood. She could hear the tiger panting in the corner as she circled the rabbit, making him taste humiliation for the first time.
They found this victim very worthy of their persuasions. The rat had discovered him humping his girlfriend bunny behind a bush while in attendance at a house party. The rat and tiger happened to attend the same party in hopes of finding just what was presented that night. This rabbit, overcome with a youth's lust, was fucking like a little animal with no control. This displeased the rat and she ordered the tiger to break up the little act of debauchery, scaring the life both out of the boy and girl bunny. The girl ran screaming, naked, making no sense as her voice slurred from drunken nonsense. A pop of the trunk, a screech of car tires, and the next moment saw the rat and tiger driving to their place of worship.
He was not very old at all, this boy rabbit who hung painfully in front of the rat female. She circled him again, her paws rubbing together deviously as she conjured up methods of his punishment. His small member hung limp in front of him, his bunny tail drooped over his rump slightly, and his slight muscles jumped painfully under his white fur. She had a feeling he was going to be a slow learner.
Her slow methodical movements in the plastic caused crackling sounds with each step she made, exciting the tiger to where he twitched with each sound. The rat sighed somewhat, sympathetically, as she examined the rabbit boy with some great care. She pinched his flesh in certain spots, which caused him to spasm with pain. The rat lifted his tail sharply to examine his tailhole and ensure its cleanliness. Her paws fondled it for a moment, violating its sanctity with her claws. The bunny boy protested loudly and tried to tense his rump muscles to keep her away. This made the rat frown as she wildly stomped off to the wardrobe and opened it to reveal a treasure chest of toys, devices, and sharp weapons. She tapped her upper lip with her digit, considering the device that would make the bunny boy reveal his tailhole to her.
The tiger hissed from the corner, his body wracked with excitement as he watched the lady rat choose her vice. For that moment she chose something small to start the game. Her one paw produced a thigh spreader. The long steel bar looked dull in the dim light as she glared at the bunny boy. The other paw slowly retreated from the wardrobe with a long riding crop; its black exterior produced fear and excitement amongst the room's inhabitants. The rabbit boy cried out with fear and began to shake in his chains as the Lady Rat tapped the crop against her thigh gently, a sound that ignited the Tiger in the corner. He clamped his hands together tightly and whimpered terribly in need of punishment; his enthusiasm was much different than that of the bunny boy.
"You want some of this??" she pointed at the Tiger with the riding crop, flapping the end at him in a threatening manner. His eyes burst with tears as he bent over with glee and bared his rump to her quickly and with great enthusiasm. She eyed him menacingly, so tempted to tear a good strip into his ass but she was a hard mistress and denied him completely. Without a word, she made her way to the bunny boy with the spreader ready to eagle him over the plastic like a hanging art piece. He protested, over and over again as she carefully slid the leather strap around his thigh and buckled it tight. The grey pole lay along the inside of his thigh and bounced against his leg as he writhed and fought the restraints. He cried pathetically as the Lady Rat forced his leg up and to the side to gauge the position of the bar between his limbs. She was cruel, for the poor bunny boy was now an upside-down letter Y, his gonads hanging exposed and vulnerable to her attentions.
She tightened the final buckle for the last strap and stepped back to admire the spectacle that was the doomed creature. The Tiger squealed from the corner - the Lady Rat took hold of the suspended bunny shape and suddenly spun him wildly from the chains on the ceiling. Viciously, the bunny's body went flipping about like a wild windmill, screams rising from the tornado of body and chains. She took a step back to admire her torture, the spinning spectacle manifesting itself like a cruel joke on that who ever found one's self in that position. The line of chain suspending the bunny started to crinkle together, lifting him higher from the plastic as his upside-down Y shape became surreal during the spin. The Lady Rat chuckled quietly to herself because there was only one way back for this pathetic creature and that was to spin in the opposite direction.
The bunny boy slowed as the chains tightened their grip around each other, his body limp and lifeless as his screams dissipated with the retreat of the spinning motion. The Lady Rat grimaced with disgust as the bunny's throat uttered one last protest as he violently vomited all over the front of his naked chest. Foamy chunks of undigested food slathered down his violated fur in a cascade of sickly bile and gastric acid, staining the pure white that the Lady Rat cherished so much in the victim. Tears sprung further from the depths of the bunny's eyes as his body heaved heavily all over itself in a sadistic burst of nausea. However, for only a moment was he allowed this release as the chains began to unravel themselves. The bunny boy was sprung into another demented spin of death as the chains loosened and swiftly became free of one another. Vomit and sweat flung from the bunny boy with great vengeance; a vengeance the Lady Rat was not willing to accept.
The bunny loosed a tiny scream as he flew about again in the demanding trajectory of the spinning chains. With great passion, the Lady Rat held the riding crop poised in her paw and released several blows to the male bunny's vulnerable face. He received vicious cracks from the whip on his face, ears, and back of the head that split open from the force and sprayed blood about his already blood-soaked shoulders. He screamed the entire time as the Lady Rat merely laughed at his demise. The Tiger Prince in the corner cried and begged madly as he watched the display of aggression with a heavy spirit of envy. His numbed body cried out for the Lady Rat's tragic affections but he was denied at every turn.
The bunny boy's body began to slow as the chains fully unwound themselves from their own private bondage. The Lady Rat reached out appallingly and took hold of the bunny's gonads with a tight and relentless fist in order to stop the spinning motion of his body. A hoarse scream rose once again from the depths of the bunny's chest as he voiced his protest to the treatment he was justly receiving. His limp penis and languid scrotum crumpled in the Lady Rat's unforgiving paw like a rotten potato still attached to its healthy root. The force of her grasp nearly tore the gonads straight from the bunny's body but the flesh was willing and held tight as he jerked to a swinging stop at the Lady Rat's mercy. Vomit, sweat, and blood clung to his wasted body as his male organs pulsed purple with abuse in the hands of the lovely Lady Rat.
"Now, you realize that this," she pointed to his vomit-drenched chest, "is a complete show of disrespect. They say we create our own fate and that we suffer the consequences of our actions. So, today, you shall suffer dearly," her voice was low and ominous as the threat stabilized in the front of her mind. The riding crop rose with great presence as the Lady Rat's leathered arm chose a perfect path. The flat of black leather came across hard against the bunny boy's downy and sensitive rib flesh, scarring it with a deep red gash. The wounds began to mimic those on his face as the rat let loose a barrage of punishment against the bunny's susceptible furry skin. He had barely any screams left for this punishment as his hoarse voice struggled to react to each of the blows. The Lady Rat breathed heavily as she hesitantly pulled herself away from the blood-soaked spectacle.
The bunny boy barely had sufficient strength to take the ragged breaths that kept his body functioning with life. He reeked of acidic vomit and anxious sweat as his head hung low against his filthy chest and his floppy ears wilted like dead lettuce against his head. He was no longer lucid; he shuddered mildly in a violent dream world as he passed into the subconscious realm of his abused mind. The Lady Rat presumed that further punishments would go unheeded by the incompetent sinner and finished the session by releasing the boy's gonads and letting him swing gently like a catastrophic angel. She moved slowly with purpose upon the slippery plastic as it crunched beneath the intensity of her stilettos; she drifted in behind the damaged bunny and yanked his sweaty tail against his back to reveal his puckered anus. It was frightfully soiled as a result of the intensity of fear that had surged through the bunny's restrained body. It was repulsive and inappropriate to the Lady Rat's intentions.
"You," she pointed to the Tiger Prince, "are required. Come here," she then pointed to the plastic before her aside the limp bunny's rump. The tiger was quick with response and padded over to his mistress with great resolve. His enthusiasm was both a charm and a nuisance to the Lady Rat as she utilized the large tiger slave for more degrading tasks. "His asshole is dirty - clean it, with your tongue," she continued to hold the bunny's tail up hard against his back. The tiger hesitated as he took a moment to comprehend the Lady Rat's request but to his demise, the hesitation lasted too long as an awkward silence boomed between him and his reaction. "I said NOW!" the rat laid the riding crop against the tiger's left cheek, searing his face with the heat of the leather's force. He cried out painfully as blood seeped down delicately from his cheek and onto the broad plane that was his furry chest. The tiger looked down at the fresh blood and choked slightly with shock, his body shuddering at the intensity of the rat's blow against him.
"Are you dumb or deaf? God will have neither of you, slave! You must be perfect, in all ways! You will kneel," her knee rose from inside the leather of her dress as she aimed her footwear at the Tiger Prince's bare paws. She swiftly lowered the heel with great force until it made contact between two bones on the tiger's foot paw, piercing the flesh with great resolve. There was a split-second hushed moment as silence reigned in the entire dungeon - then a piercing scream shattered the silence as the tiger fell suddenly to one knee in reaction to the rush of excruciating pain. He quivered with pain as his paws thrashed over the wound; however, there was no cure for the intensity of the pain.
"Now, you will clean as I have instructed," she yanked at the bunny's tail to bring him closer to the tiger's panting mouth. Slowly, his rough feline tongue rolled from his mouth and made contact with the soiled anus of the bunny boy. A quick flinch soared through the bunny's nerves as his subconscious body reacted to the sandpaper-like consistency of the tiger's tongue. The tiger shuddered as he continued with his degradation, all the meanwhile his foot throbbing with neglect as a huge welt developed on the sensitive flesh. His attentions refocused to the task at hand as his taste buds awakened at the sensation of the liquid feces he forced into his mouth. It was deep and nutty and stank of stress and rot. Bile rose quickly to his throat but also did his penis swell hard as he submitted to slurping the filthy bunny waste.
The Lady Rat watched with intent as the tiger soiled his muzzle with the bunny's slimy shit. The riding crop remained poised in her right paw as her left paw held firm the bunny's upright tail to provide full access to its soiled sphincter. Both males continued to bleed with submission to the rat's demented satisfaction. However, sins were easy to commit in her cruel world and there was always an excuse for violence. The tiger swallowed hard as he forced rebellious bile back down his esophagus - the Lady Rat caught sight of his hesitation and abused him once more with the riding crop. The tiger's back became the target of choice as the bare flesh provided the perfect canvas for the leather's agonizing desires. Quickly he re-entered his tongue into the bunny's nearly clear anal orifice and forced his mouth to welcome the remnants of the vile feces for the desire of his mistress. His back now echoed the throbbing ecstasy that was his bloody face and foot; meanwhile, his cock was strung out hard against his stomach even though nausea threatened to make him spew all over the plastic sheeting.
"That will do," the Lady Rat shoved the tiger hard enough to topple him to the ground. He hit the plastic sheeting with a crinkle and a thud, his fur becoming contaminated with the bunny's vomit. She personally examined the tailhole with quite some scrutiny, unaware of the tiger's pathetic whimpers as he wallowed in the sanctity of his deserved punishments. The Lady Rat finally released the bunny's tail, leaving him to the air of the moment as she turned her attentions to the subordinate tiger who sat licking his wounds. She lightly tapped the bunny's rear with the crop and grabbed the tiger by the ear, "This is what happens when you refuse me, do you understand?"
The Tiger Prince affirmed with great enthusiasm as he looked to the bunny body hanging on the chains. He was quite aware of his mistress' violent submission tactics and welcomed a few choice strategies. His lust for pain and suffering made him the perfect slave to a zealous mistress with aggressive tendencies. Together, they set to rid the world of the lame, the mindless, and the naive at heart. The purge of the world's rejected souls set off sparks in his groin as he aided in their demise only to experience his own demise at each of his failings.
The Lady Rat released the tiger with a shove and moved away from the despicable scene. She carried herself with a very conscious dignity as she sauntered to the equipment chest. "We shall allow him time to think about his sins. Hopefully he will awake with a more enlightened understanding of his circumstance. If not, we repeat the process," she confessed to her striped subject, "I will play with you until he awakes. Your attempts at repentance have been made and for that, I must recognize your efforts," the Lady Rat fondled a precious silver chain in her gloved paws after she replaced the riding crop in its proper place. The Tiger Prince tensed at the tinkling sound that resonated from the chest of horrors and looked over to his ratty mistress.
"Stand up, my pet. I will make your guilt easier to confess," the Lady Rat strung the silver sensually about her neck as she re-entered the realm of the plastic sheeting to the eagerly waiting Tiger Prince. He shook with anticipation as he waited for his mistress to direct him further into punishable depravity. She was cruel and evil to him but there were moments, like this, where everything he suffered for came back to him with great reward. The Lady Rat approached him and slid the silver chain from her neck to reveal a pair of shiny nipple clamps. The Tiger Prince released a meek sigh from his tainted throat as he eyed the nipple clamps with great sexual hunger. The Lady Rat noticed the tiger's eagerness and fondled the silver in her paws once more, prolonging his desire to entice from him the proper respect. She watched as he continued to wait with quiet reserve; his body, however, betrayed his willing spirit.
"First, you will kneel in penance," she pointed to the vomit and shit-covered ground, the silver nipple clamps still strung around her paws like a snake. The Tiger Prince obeyed masterfully as he dropped to the plastic within seconds of the command. "Now, I want you to recite the Lord's Prayer in hopes that you may someday be cleansed of your sin," she moved in behind him as his voice started to recall the verses from the great Book. His back was a haven of inflamed welts but to her, this was not enough. The Tiger Prince broke the verse as a shriek escaped his filthy maw; the Lady Rat embedded her stiletto heel into one of the wounds just under his shoulder blade. Blood ran thick from it as the heel punctured the already tortured skin. "The verses must be recited in full with no interruptions. Repeat it again," the Lady Rat demanded.
"Our Father, who Art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name," the Tiger Prince continued as his back scorched with blood and pain. The Lady Rat's heel dug further into the flesh as he moved further into the prayer, his unending devotion to the mistress forcing his tongue to recall the verses and force them from his mouth in place of grunts and screams of pain. "And forgive us our trespasses," he grimaced as another wound became humbled by the powerful suggestive nature of his mistress' heel. The Lady Rat listened carefully as he recited the soul-saving verse with a slave's willingness, "And lead us not into temptation," the Tiger Prince forced out another verse as his back agonized him with great discomfort. The Lady Rat took extra care to force her heel directly into the bloody welts, forcing the flesh to split apart and release drops of life's red fluid. She licked her lips as the Tiger Prince continued his penance, "But deliver us from evil."
The Tiger Prince heaved a great squeal of shock as he finished the verses, hunching over and hissing at the throbbing ache that was his back. The blood pooled into the confines of his fur as the Lady Rat released the flesh from the mercy of her pointed heel. She squatted behind him; her lips hovered just an inch from his brutalized face after she lifted his posture upright once again. Her paws worked slowly; leather upon leather, she retracted the zipper from his leather pants and released the throbbing penis that threatened to destroy his mind all night. "I see you are ready for release of your sins," she whispered to the Tiger Prince. He confirmed her statement, "Yes, Mistress. My sins are many and great and I require their release. I beg of your judgement," he pleaded in return as his feline cock hung painfully with great girth.
"Then judgment is what you shall receive, slave," the Lady Rat muttered as she released the silver chain from her paws and unraveled it in the sight of Tiger Prince. She looked down over his shoulder as she took one clamp to his nipple, the metal clip pinching tightly to the pink of his male breast. The clamps were effective in their design; the Tiger Prince moaned loud with great panic and anticipation as the Lady Rat fitted the clip onto his flesh sideways. His voice protested again with a slack-mawed moan as the second clip pinched onto his nipple also from the side. The Lady Rat understood the specific purpose of the sideways placement of the clips as she slid the chain into the Tiger Prince's mouth.
Muffled, the Tiger Prince kept his head low as to not disturb the clips anymore than was required. The tight metal already held a sensational grip on the sensitive buds of flesh, causing his phallus to tighten more with ejaculatory anticipation. The Lady Rat rose to her feet behind him and stood over his lowly abused body, looking down on him with an executioner's intent. "Look at me," she demanded from above his lowered head. The Tiger Prince bit his lip and swallowed hard as he started to raise his head in order to stretch it backwards to meet her gaze. The clamps began to tighten heavily around the reddening nubs of flesh on his chest as the clamps followed the path of the chain, pulling upwards from the side of each nipple. The pain intensified with each centimeter he rose his head, the silver chain leaving a metallic taste in his mouth as it slid back further against his tongue.
The Tiger Prince heaved in air with great intensity, his nipples burning with the fire of steel bondage. His paws scrambled about his lap, aiding his erection with slight brushes of sensation. The Lady Rat refused this behavior by yanking his arms behind his back with great force, just as she had done to the cock and balls of the bunny boy. The Tiger Prince jerked slightly, forcing his muzzle up higher which reacted against his throbbing nipples which tenfold increased the sensation of their demise. Growling and moaning with pain, the Tiger Prince hesitated a moment in the progress of his gaze which only incited the wrath of the Lady Rat. "I told you to look at me, slave. Am I so unworthy of your gaze that you do not even wish to look at me? How insubordinate of you, sinner," she hissed and strategically bit the very back of his neck with great vigor. The tiger shrieked as the bite forced his head back further and caused his nipples to ignite with the most torturous of pain.
"Look at me!" she continued, his head lowering in reaction to the intensity of the pain. The Tiger Prince inhaled sharply and, in the spirit of good slavery, raised his head as far back as he could go without twisting his nipples right off of his body. The Lady Rat looked down on her slave with great appreciation hidden in an expression of bitter intent. Her muzzle was tainted with his blood; he shuddered to see it so bold against her perfect fur. The clamps continued their work as his nipples erupted further in the fires of agony, his maw holding their very release. His penis throbbed in succession with the nipples; the more they danced in the flames, the more his penis swelled with pending sin. Release was imminent.
"Slave, you may use your left paw to release your sin from your corrupt body. Continue to look at me as you cleanse yourself," she demanded, releasing his left arm from her grip. She continued to hold the Tiger Prince's right arm behind his back as assurance of his subordination. His head rose so he could not view his own debauchery; he breathed heavily causing his nipple clamps to tighten on his chest and send new surges of pain through his rib cavity. Awkward with his left paw, he reached for the throbbing mass of flesh between his legs to make his final penance. The mistress demanded much for the release of sin - it had been thirty days since his last confession.
The Tiger Prince looked into the deep and powerful eyes of the Lady Rat mistress. Her condemnatory stare spurred him onwards as he fumbled with the earthly flesh that carried so much transgression. There he knelt in vomit and shit with his throbbing cock dangling between his legs; his left paw working the shaft with an almost abusive energy, his nipples twisted forty-five degrees by steel clamps attached to a chain forced into his raised muzzle. The penance itself was enough to make him repent. However, he remained at the edge of his confession, unprepared to release his sin onto the world. The Lady Rat continued to watch the tiger's efforts; she became impatient as he refused to release his sin onto the plastic sheeting that was the world's forgiveness. "Do you refuse your confession? What does a slave need to admit his sins?"
The Tiger Prince felt the Lady Rat release her grip on his right arm as it fell heavy against his right side. He continued to look up at her as she moved back some out of his complete view; he became frightened at the thought of her newest advances. The endorphins of fear raced through his heart and into his swollen gonads, increasing his awareness and encouraging the release of his impending sin. However, his mind and body were so bound to the Lady Rat's commandments that he continued to work the release of the sin but to no avail. Even the scourge of pain that seared his nipples still did not onset the release of his demented evil. It boiled inside of him, making a mockery of his slavery and his dedication to the purification of his body through pain and torture. The Lady Rat sought to create of him a purified soul but, at that moment, all she had was a mere slave with sin flooding through his veins.
The Lady Rat slid from her waist a leather belt of about an inch wide; she folded the ends into her leathered paws and looked down at her subordinate. The Tiger Prince struggled with his penance; the leathers in her hands would ensure a swift and complete confession. She looped the bound leather around his already tilted neck, her paws tightening the strap against his windpipe with great force. She planted a knee into his back in order to brace herself as she brought her two paws together to strangle the life from the Tiger Prince. He choked suddenly and quickly, his paw hesitating over his penis momentarily as fear gripped his consciousness. The loss of oxygen from his system began to create euphoria of his situation; his paw returned to the shaft of flesh to hasten the ritual.
"Lamb of God, You take away the sins of this world," the Lady Rat whispered in the tiger's ear. The Tiger Prince heaved a ragged breath from under the leather belt as he answered in kind, "Sp..are us - O' Lord," he continued to massage his now heavy penis as the nipple clamps renewed their torturous sensations as the chain tightened up under the leather strap of death. The Lady Rat continued with the Prayer of Penance, "Lamb of God, You take away the sins of this world," and the Tiger Prince followed, "Gra..cious..ly - hea..r.. us - O'Lord." His eyes began to roll into the back of his head as oxygen deprivation began to set into his brain. His left paw still worked with great energy; all the oxygen left in the tiger's body re-routed to this location to ensure completion. The Lady Rat allowed a corner of her maw to turn up in the shape of a smile as she choked the life out of her most satisfactory slave. His demise would be both her downfall and her release - she both loved and hated him with great abusive passion.
The Tiger Prince could feel himself slipping into the hazy realm of near-death, his left paw still struggling to subdue the rebellious penis. His left arm had long grown tired with effort; his right arm was much more effective but the mistress did not feel it appropriate to let him use his stronger arm. He was weak and all that was weak of him must submit to her command. The Lady Rat could feel the tiger sinking into weakness below her and she loosened the leather strap about his neck to allow a minute breath to sink into his lungs. She hovered over him in complete judgment of his life; moving only to bend over against his ear and whisper, "Amen. You are forgiven."
The Tiger Prince released a sudden scream from the mighty pit of his lungs. The last bit of oxygen in which he reveled rushed from his body in a great panic as the words spoken by his mistress, together with the elements of ritual torture, finally released his sin onto the world's cold and forgetful realm. His scrotum became so tight with sin that it pinched up into his body, making itself known in the waves of subsidiary sensation that honed in from various points on his torso. The sin itself spilled from his penis in great waves of white vomit-like liquid that pooled onto the cool plastic between his knees. The Lady Rat released him one by one from the leather strap and nipple clamps that held his penance in check. The Tiger Prince shook tremendously as his cock continued to purge itself in front him in a great display. His body was ravaged with confession; tears flowed from his eyes as his purification released him from the judgment of the world. Heavy sighs drained from his lungs as he breathed in with great freedom and conscience; the confession was over.
The Lady Rat watched as the Tiger Prince hunched over in his kneeling stance, his body destroyed by the ritual confession to which she subjected his fragile flesh. She could not help but smile at her own sadistic triumph; the mangled tiger almost lay in the pool of his own sin he was so broken and damaged from the release. The Lady Rat stood over the damaged Tiger Prince, the belt dangling from her left paw with a menacing reminder that his purity sat closer to the edge of death. "Come, slave, you may rest as a pure entity of God. You will sin soon enough again, I promise you that," she pointed to the cold cement at the far side of the torture chamber. He painfully pulled himself off of his knees from the site of his repentance to crawl on hands and knees to the cool cement floor.
The Lady Rat watched; she stood between the drudgery of one slave's ultimate devotion and the brutal excitement of another slave's ultimate denial. She restrung the leather belt around her dress as both her male subjects danced in the sea of subconscious terror, both lost in memories of her ultimate judgment.