The Price of Sanctuary
The Price of Sanctuary The sound of falling droplets echoed down the cold and dark stone corridor and moisture hung in the air. Occasionally the sound of the wind's howl and the scraping of branches on rock echoed through the deserted temple. The soft glow of moss growing on the walls the only visible signs of life until a slim dark clad figure, barely seen thanks to a special cloak, slipped from the shadows to scan the surroundings. Kyra tugged back the hood of her cloak and quickly looked around for anything out of place, her expert eye not spying any tell tale marks that might suggest a trap. Not detecting any trace of danger, the bunny gave a soft sigh, her red-brown fur was perfect for skulking in the shadows and despite her snow white hair that was skilfully concealed under a black piece of cloth, the femme was considered a highly trained thief. The rabbits reputation saw her on the move at all times after emptying the coffers of many a nobleman and her skills were often sought after by a plethora of shady individuals who preferred not to sully there hands with the tasks of a robber. Eventually Kyra found herself entering a province that held claim to an unusual boast, a land free of brigands and robbers. Her curiosity perked, the bunny felt she was onto a good thing until it was discovered the reason there were no thieves was because there was literally nothing worth stealing. The only town worth noting was inhabited by farmers and not nobles and merchants and after a few days Kyra decided it was time to move on until she heard the rambling stories of an old man in the tavern. "Thar be a great treasure that protects this land," she had managed to decipher from the old man's words, and after discovering the drunk tiger was an honoured town elder, Kyra plied the man with promises of more ale in return to hear any stories of the "great treasure" he had mentioned. After several hours, and more than enough patience, the thief had pieced together the story of a temple to the north. Dedicated to the Goddess of Fertility, a set of ornate armour was created and presented to the temple's disciples as a gift from the people to ask their benevolent Deity show favour upon their crops. Pleased with the offering, the Goddess did indeed bestow upon the land the blessing of fertile soil and excellent produce, which was shared with those who resided in the temple. However not all went well, as one day a daemon that lusted after the goddess came and corrupted her temple in an effort to claim her. Once word had spread of the invader, panic followed, for no warriors we counted amongst the townsfolk and despair at the loss of their goddess' blessings became paramount until the town's elder declared he would seek council with the daemon in an effort to remove him from the temple. Many feared for the old man's well being but none stopped him and after several days his friends and family assumed the worst until the elder returned with a smile and a sombre tale. Upon meeting the fiend the man explained that because they had not the strength to oppose such a fearsome beast, the elder had come to challenge the fell creature to a test of wits. Amused the daemon accepted and after two days it had lost. Vanquished, the demonic creature cursed the man and the gift the people had presented, saying the land would remain blessed only if a "sacrifice worthy of the armour" was presented once per year. Not wishing to see their land become barren and dead, the townsfolk complied to fulfil the daemon's curse, the land remaining lush ever since. "Probably wasted my money," Kyra sneered quietly. Her hand coming up to brush an errant strand of hair that had escaped its confinement. The cloak opened more and the rabbit wore a black tunic and britches, loose enough for her to ply her trade without any hassle. A short blade hung from her belt ready to be drawn in times of action and her soft boots making little noise as the thief crept forward into the main hall of the abandoned temple. The temples worship altar stood at the far end of the chamber and the thief saw that part of the roof had crumbled away to show the night sky beyond, the moonlight streaming in to illuminate the cold flat surface. Giving a sigh but still looking wary, Kyra approached the altar and looked ready to call this venture a failure when something in the darkness beyond glittered and caught her attention. "Wow," the rabbit gasped silently as her eyes focussed and she spied the prize she had come seeking. The armour looked sparse in it's over all covering capability; the intended purpose was to decorate for certain ceremonies. The Brazier appeared to be curved layers of gold connected by delicate chains while the thong looked to be soft leather adorned with more gold chains. There were matching pairs of bracers for both arms and legs that were wrought with mystical looking runes. "This can't be right," Kyra murmured as she knelt in front of the display. "If the story was true and the leather would surely show signs of age- Oooooh." As she spoke the thief reached to touch and test the texture of the bottom's material and as her flesh ran over the soft smooth surface and warm, enticing tingle raced up her arm. "That was ... nice," a smile graced the dour face of the girl and she touched the leather once more, the pleasant tingle washed over her skin and up her arm, a delightful warmth spreading across her body and dulling her senses a little. "I ... I have to try this on," Kyra said, feeling her heart pick up and her body tremble as the warmth spread more through out. It was a statement she wouldn't normally make as a time was a thief's enemy, but the more Kyra caressed and fondled the armours components the more she felt it would look perfect on her lithe form. So without a second though for her own well being or getting caught, not that she had seen anyone on the journey to the temple let alone inside, the bunny began to strip off her clothing, her own leather underwear the last to be tossed into a pile to leave the femme naked and panting. "M-mine..." She whispered as she took the thong and stepped into it, the tingle of the amours power exciting the femme as it was tugged up snug against her crotch. "Oh yes." The rabbit's tail quivered as the brazier was next, the girls breasts aching more as the coverings cupped her globes perfectly, her nipples throbbing in desire. The bracers were last and quickly donned; Kyra smiling brightly as she stepped into the moonlight to admire herself, the one big thing she noticed was her pussy was wet and dripping, simply from dressing in such a revealing outfit. "A perfect look my whore." A deep voice, oozing with maliciousness came from all around the startled femme. "Wh-who's th-there?" She cried out, Kyra's first reaction was to freeze in place, the rabbit looking vulnerable in the skimpy outfit. "Surely you have not forgotten me." The dark voice came from the entrance to the alter room and the thief saw a figure approach from the shadow. At first thanks to her pounding heart and her heightened senses she didn't recognise whom it was until they neared the moonlight where she stood. "You?" Kyra gasped at the sight of the old tiger who she plied ale to in order to find out about the temple and it's treasure, only now instead of a drunk feeble looking feline he appeared quite sober and very dangerous looking. "Yes," the male replied, looking her sexy form over, an action that sends waves of pleasure through her body. H-how?" The bunny shuddered and felt her knees go weak, her folds wet inside the tight leather thong. "The story did say the old man was clever," the tiger growled with a hint of lust as he smelt the girl's arousal. "Very clever indeed, but I was not without my own tricks." Kyra tried not to pay attention to the old man but her mind was drawn back to the tale she had heard, the trapped daemon must be real and not just a legend. A small wave of panic filled the femme's heart and her eyes looked to her discarded clothing and the blade still in it's sheath, if only she could reach it she might have a chance but for some reason her body would not obey her. "I am afraid it's much too late girl," the monster before her chuckled and with a loud moan the bunny suddenly doubled over as a needy ache flared in her loins. D-damnit," the thief panted as thoughts of tearing the armour from her came to mind, and in response the metal brazier and leather thong tightened to grip her flesh like a second skin, a hot tingle of bliss covering her exposed fur as the cursed outfit began to mimic a rough groping action. "Yes, the old man may have bound me to this place, but I managed to bind him and his pathetic gift to me." Another hot moan escaped from Kyra's lips as the thong massaged and teased her folds, her eyes going wide as the sensation hit her like an avalanche as intense orgasm shook her captive body. "And as you are discovering, armour fit for a Goddess of Fertility will make you so very fertile and willing." The girl's mind reeled as the curse now bound to her heaving body pushed it into heat, not just any sort but a magically heightened one, her nerves burning and her gut aching for the attention of someone, anyone. "N-n-no ... p-please," the femme moaned and pleaded. "W-why?" The daemon-possessed man smiled darkly and circled the writhing thief, watching as her mind tried to resist the intense pleasure forced upon her. "You took the armour, you believe you are worthy of wearing it, therefore you are worthy of being my whore." The words would normally send a chill through the woman but the outfit was manipulating her to new heights of maddening pleasure. "After all, it gets lonely for myself and my pets." Kyra screamed on the inside, her tail quivering as a second explosive climax rocked her form, her inner thighs now drenched with her love juices while her body, acting on it's own, presented itself to the tiger or anyone who wanted her. "So now you will be our whore in these long days of solitude." "N-never," Kyra growled with what little defiance she had left but deep down she knew she was fighting a loosing battle with the heat inside her. "Fret not little thief," the creature laughed and dragged a claw over her rump, and while her mind recoiled from the touch her body craved it and more. "Think of it as "playing your part" to ensure this land remains free of your kind." It suddenly hit Kyra, the reason why the land was free of bandits was the townsfolk would lure any robbers to the temple with stories of treasure and leave them to the mercy of the monster they had trapped there. Sweat dripped from the heated rabbits squirming body, she so longed to touch her nub, rub it and tease it but her hands wouldn't obey her, instead she remained on all fours as the old man's eyes glowed a deep red and his own form began to change, transforming slowly into a hulking feral shape, growling and sniffing the sex drenched air and focusing on the girls sopping snatch. The bunny looked over her shoulder and squealed in a mix of shock and passion, the sight starling her but the amour clinging to her driving her deeper into a maelstrom of bliss and desire, and while her mind was hoping, praying for someone to save her from her fate, the girls hips lifted more to entice the animal now sniffing at her crotch. "Goddess please no..." But Kyra's words feel on deaf ears as the savage looking tiger snarled and mounted the prone girl, it's thick barbed cock finding her entrance easily thanks to the enchanted thong and driving in deep to fill Kyra's needy cunt. The rabbit squealed and climaxed once again, the magic of the armour ensuring her tight passage could take her new masters length, and to make matters worse for the girl the harsh barbs scraping along her hyper-sensitive walls drove her wild with overwhelming jolts of bliss. Satisfied with his penetration and the way her sex clamped around his cock, the daemon growled and pumped roughly into the girl, part of her repulsed by her rape at the hands of this monster while another part revelled and craved the creature's treatment. Another orgasm rocked the bunny, followed by another, the thief moaning and bucking like a whore as the tiger used her, it's powerful thrusts drawing more and more of the girls hot nectar from her pussy until with a long loud roar the feral rammed in and spilled it's load into the girl. Kyra's howl joined the tiger's as hot thick cream gushed into her womb and for several minute the male's cock pulsed and throbbed as more cum flowed into the bunny. Then all went quiet except from the heavy panting coming from the used femme, her body still held on all fours as her tummy swelled a little, a testament to the load the tiger pumped into her. "Mmmm yes, you are the best whore to date," the tiger laughed in her ear as he bucked and made her moan. "My pets will enjoy you so very much." "P-pets?" The girl whimpered while her body still burned with desire, a sign the enforced heat was far from over. A scraping noise came from across the room and Kyra's eyes swivelled to see a dark shapeless mass ooze into the room from the hole in the roof, another noise and a big angry looking wolf with two heads casually walked into the room, from her position she could see two red cocks protruding from the sheath underneath it. Other creatures began to shuffle in but by this time the rabbit's mind began to shut down. The tiger had moved away to allow the wolf his turn, it wasted no time in mounting and driving both it's hard cocks into the bunny while the blob crawled up her arms and slipped into the tight brazier to molest her breasts. "I am their whore," she thought, no longer feeling the pain of the canine creature's deep thrusts, nor the ache of her nipples tweaked roughly, all she felt was the building pleasure of being used, the need to be mated with, and not caring to who either. "I am their slut, their toy." Kyra arched her back as the wolf's twin loads graced her insides, she swore as her nubs tingled her breasts were being milked but she didn't dwell on this as a big lizard took over from the wolf, it's thick knobbly member making her squeal and climax many times. "Their whore," the bunny thought again as she lost count of the number of cocks that plundered her, nor did she care about the pool of cum forming under her, all she cared about was being fucked and used, the curse of the armour consuming both her mind and body. A small price to pay for sanctuary. * * *
Story and chars (C) Jaffah 2008