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The Snow Leopard's Pleasures Starring Kai Lee By Draconicon

I do not have the patience for this today.

Kai Lee shook his head as he slowly slid the immigration papers off to the side of his desk, his gloved fingers barely making a sound as the sheet slid across the velvet-embossed top. The snow leopard brought his hands back to his lap just as slowly, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back. His breathing slowed. One. Two. Three.

He stood up, each step a soft clack, clack from the thick heel on the back of the black shoes. It was a measured beat that matched the slow pulse he'd forced his heart down to, and one he intentionally kept up as he walked to the window of his office.

Laying a hand on the thick sheet of glass, he looked down on his city. It was vast, it was varied...and it was horrid.

Disorganized. Hopeless. Kusan might be mine, but it remains its own self.

The snow leopard's fingers curled as he glared down at the streets, at the blurs of the citizens that moved hither and yon through its streets. The slave market was running profitably, he could see; the open square a few blocks away from his company's tower was buzzing with activity, and he could see - just barely, but still - that the slaves were being sold quickly and efficiently. Buyers would likely be coming by his shops later to pick up accessories and the proper modifications for them.

But that did nothing to raise his mood. He pulled his hand away, sensing his own rising agitation, and held it against his side.

It was all down to the immigration papers. People always wanting to move to his city, always looking for a way in. A good flow of immigration was to be appreciated, but there were always worries. Not so much for criminals - he respected the criminal element of the city, even supported their efforts to keep competition from coming in - but for other...businesses.

He turned back to his desk, tail twitching behind him in irritation that he couldn't quite suppress. He spread the papers out again, flicking his eyes over one name after another, looking for anything that rung a bell.

Dana, Restin, Martin...Dana, Restin, Martin...

Kai Lee never saw those names anywhere but his dreams, but he knew that they were still out there. He knew that they were still looking for him. He knew that they would be trying to find him.

And he knew that he wanted little more than to see them dead.

Every day he looked through the papers, looking for signs of the Lab's agents, but even when there was a hint of a screw-up in their paperwork, it always turned out to be a con artist, someone that wasn't connected with them in the least. Never someone that he could torture, never someone that could give him the information that he needed.

His hands shook as he bundled up the useless papers, putting them back in a neat little pile. He glared at them, and tensed his arms until they stilled once more.

They'll come. Sooner or later, they will come. And I will be ready.

Turning from the table, he made his way across his office. The reflective floor sent a double image of himself forward, and he took some comfort from the image he gave off. A confident businessman, a well-dressed, successful man. White suit, gray tie, professional and cutting. There was nothing to be concerned about. Nothing to be worried about.

By the time he reached the door, he even had a smile on his face again. Toothy, perhaps, but a smile.

He opened the door and glanced towards his secretary's desk. The hybrid, something between a fox and a cat, had yet to look up from her computer. Doubtless she was engrossed in something moderately unconsequential; he hadn't assigned her anything, so he already knew that she was free.

Kai Lee walked behind her silently and laid a hand on her shoulder. The little thing immediately gasped, and shut down a program.

"Ah."

His fingers curled under her chin, forcing her head back until she was nearly bent over backwards in her chair. What was she doing? What was she thinking, trying to keep things hidden from him? Kai Lee leaned forward, his eyes meeting hers.

"Emily. What were you working on?"

"N-nothing, Mr. Lee, sir."

"I doubt that. Indulge me, and bring the screen back online."

"But-"

"I said. Bring the screen back online."

She gulped - a sensation that he felt through his glove as his hand lowered to her throat - and quickly tapped a few keys on the keyboard, completely blind. He glanced away from her face, and flicked his gaze over her screen.

"My. I thought that I screened for secretaries, not sluts."

The fox-cat blushed, but he ignored her as he read the chat logs that came up. It seemed that she had been flirting on business hours. And more than flirting, as the chats continued. He sighed.

"Oh dear. And here I thought that I could trust you to be a focused, productive member of the company."

He kept his voice calm as he reached around her with his free hand, dragging the mouse down to turn off the computer. Gripping her tight enough to lift her out of the chair, he pulled the young woman back to his office. She gasped and gagged as he squeezed tighter around her throat, but he was firm. He could not allow her to think that she could have two roles. Then she might think she could have three, and then he would have a danger too close to be tolerated.

She stumbled further than he expected when he tossed her ahead of him, almost stumbling over his desk. It was a good thing she didn't; he wouldn't have wanted to pick up the papers she would have scattered to the four winds. She turned, but he was already upon her, forcing her back down against the table.

"Ms. Emily. I offered you a very simple contract when you came here to work with me. A very generous contract, considering where I rescued you from."

"Y-yes, Mr. Lee, I know. I swear, I just -"

"Ms. Emily."

He pressed his hand against her neck, pinning her down to the table. It was so easy, so simple to pin her down; she was too small to fight against his leverage, too slight to be able to work against his strength. She coughed as he pushed down harder, cutting off a bit of her air flow.

"I would not talk back right now."

Lifting his other hand to his lips, he bit down on the fingers of his glove, and slowly dragged it off. Finger by finger came free, until the whole thing was pulled away. He slowly turned his hand around, fanning his fingers, admiring the softness of his fur.

Beneath him, the hybrid watched the other side, a side that was far more fearful. He turned his hand to admire the tattoo marked deep into his pad, shaking his head a few times as he took in the details once more. The circle that went all the way across his palm, the runic designs that followed the rim, the explosive burst in the center. All of it added up to something that most would never want to have near them.

"Ms. Emily. I rescued you from the slave markets after you came to us from Ooru Ile. A misunderstanding, from what I was told, but a misunderstanding that would have landed you in the coils of a naga 'businessman', who would likely have ended your life. Instead, you were bought by KL Incorporated. By me.

"In so doing, I gave you employment. Gainful employment, for that matter, in a respectable position, with the understanding that you would do what you were told, keep up with your duties, and not go back to your prior occupation.

"It seems, Ms. Emily, that you were employed in the wrong section of my business. A secretary does not use her work hours to whore herself."

He squeezed hard enough to cut off her reply, only relenting for a few seconds to allow her to breathe enough to stay conscious before applying pressure again. The snow leopard laid his hand on her chest, his fingers fanning out over her breasts as his palm laid between them. She didn't even have the decency to blush; instead, she whimpered, and his nose caught the scent of her arousal within seconds.

"It seems that you were never secretary material. And it is only your prior training that keeps me from throwing you into the streets."

For the first time in a week, he let loose the bundle of energy within his core. Red light flickered down his arm before flashing at his palm. Smoke and crackling energy rippled over the hybrid's clothes before collapsed around her, poofing into dust. He pulled her up, holding her off of the ground with his hand around her neck as the dust settled to the ground around her.

"Ms. Emily. You are nothing but a whore, a slave to others lusts. And from now on, that will be how you're treated."

He glanced down.

"I see that you're already more than interested in the idea."

The hybrid gasped - softly, of course, as there was little for her to do loudly with such limited air - as he forced his free hand between her legs, his fingers slipping inside of her. She was already shamefully wet, and he shook his head a few times.

"As I thought. Not even a bit of shame."

He dropped her, and she collapsed to her knees. The hybrid coughed, holding one hand to her neck as she gasped for breath between her hacking spasms. Kai Lee barely cared, and simply sighed.

It was a pity to lose someone that had some secretarial skills. There were many sexual slaves to be had in Kusan City - and many of them were sold from his own company - but there were few with practical skills that could be employed. Particularly ones that were at least somewhat kind.

He reached down, taking off his other glove and tossing it to the side, revealing a palm tattoo almost exactly the same as the one on his other hand. The snow leopard squatted down, grabbing the hybrid by the chin and forcing her to look at him.

She...wasn't afraid.

It was startling, to say the least; anyone else that he might grab and threaten, choke and strip, would have been shaking by now and begging for mercy. This one, however...this Emily...she was different. Not defiant - he had seen that a number of times - but almost...curious. Wanting.

He cocked his head to the side as he looked over her, taking in the slight quirk to her lips, the wide but almost wondering way her eyes were open. Nothing about her was fearful. Nervous, certainly, but no fearful.

Someone in the other city must have trained her very well.

Perhaps there would still be some use for her. As a whore, of course, but for something more practical as well. But if he was going to have that, then he needed an assurance of her loyalty to him. Thankfully, that was one thing that the Lab had left him with, in addition to all of his other skills.

He stared into her eyes once more, and allowed that red energy within to spread. It felt like a crack had been opened behind his eyes - a painful, somewhat jagged line - and his vision started to turn red as he stared at her. A hint lighter than crimson, he noticed, as he always did.

In short order, her eyes were turning the same color, drawn to stare at him as he kept staring at her. He pulled her closer, closer, until their faces were scant inches apart, and he kept his stare direct. She kept looking straight at him, never trying to look away. Her courage was as strong as he suspected.

However, few could stand against his gaze, and fewer still could stay strong when he held them in it. Slowly, he felt her muscles go limp, and felt her lean against his grip more and more as her eyes turned redder and redder.

"Ms. Emily. You will learn your true place in my company. I will not allow your body to be shared out, either in digital or physical form. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes..."

"Good."

He lifted her to her feet - doing his best to ignore the way her sex dripped on the carpet - and carried her back to his desk. Laying her over it, he made sure that he never broke the stare, never looked away from her.

She was utterly relaxed, utterly limp as he positioned her. Her legs did not fight him, nor did she try and squirm away. All of her body was obedient to him; it was just a matter of getting the same from her mind.

He laid over her, his clothed form against her nude one. Her fur was...soft, and she was so warm...

He shook off those thoughts, whispering to her.

"Ms. Emily, you will no longer consider yourself a secretary. You will consider yourself the office toy. Specifically, you will consider yourself my personal toy, a means by which I may relieve my stress."

"Relieve... your stress..."

"In any way."

"In any...way..."

"Your body is mine."

"My body...is yours..."

"Your mind is mine."

"My mind...is yours..."

"Your heart..."

He started to demand it, and stopped himself. Something - he wasn't sure what - stopped him. Perhaps it was the name on the chat logs; perhaps it was fear of complications if he took it too far. Whatever the reason, he shook his head.

"Your heart is your own. But your body and mind are mine."

"Body...mind...yours..."

"You will allow me to do anything do you. You will crave my touch. You will need to be used. You are a whore, after all, and a whore is nothing if she does not get the use that she requires."

She was still not blushing, but he could see that her nipples were rising, getting hard through her fur, and he could smell her arousal. He could even feel it, soaking against the crotch of his pants. Whatever else she might have been, she was a whore, and a wanton one even without a hypnotic push towards it.

He leaned back, watching as she panted and moaned. Her hands already twitched towards her sex, trying to rub it despite the limpness of her muscles. Nothing moved. Nothing could move. Not unless he commanded it.

The snow leopard considered her. It was not normally in his nature to want to indulge, save as a release of stress. However, she was something different. Something...intriguing. Perhaps he should sample it.

"Spread your legs. Lift them up over your head."

She obeyed immediately, and he smiled as the fox-cat was fully revealed. He admired that flexibility; not all females could pull their body back so readily, even under hypnotic control. He reached down, running a finger along her sex. Drenched as it was, it took some control to keep the thick digit from sliding in.

But that was not all. Even that slight touch drew a gasp from her, and she whimpered past her lips. The snow leopard hissed softly, feeling that carefully limited heart rate of his start to climb. New excitements, indeed.

He allowed his finger to slide into her on the next pass, and she gasped louder, her toes curling in the air from the penetration. Kai Lee smiled, letting his finger slowly slide in deeper and deeper.

"Where...where are..."

"My claws?"

The snow leopard chuckled.

"I had them removed, long ago."

"It's so...smooth..."

"Indeed. Pray that it stays that way."

He slid his finger out, casually wiping her juices over her upturned soles. She immediately whimpered, confirming a few of his thoughts about her previous owner. Indeed, she would have been well-trained.

But...he needed more. For the first time in a while, his arousal came without weeks of pent-up need behind it, and he was amused - and a little surprised - to feel his shaft rising up in his suit. He reached down, fondling himself as he looked at the hypnotically immobilized hybrid on his desk.

"I suppose I can vent a little today."

Kai Lee slowly unbuttoned his pants, taking his time to allow the fancy silk pants to fall down around his ankles. The soft brush of it sliding down his legs, the way that his new whore simply didn't move, made him prolong it even further as he reached for his boxers. A simple tug would have freed him, but he took his time, letting the waistband slide around his hips, letting the soft cotton and silk texture rub against his sheath and his sac as it came down.

As his shaft was freed, his hand made the natural trip to it, wrapping around it. His thumb flicked over the soft barbs at the tip, flattening them lightly before letting them spring up as soon as he pulled it back.

"How many males have you been with, Ms. Emily Whore?"

"At...at least...sixty, sir..."

"Sixty. I see."

He stepped forward, meeting her eyes again. Just looking at her, he could feel his buried needs surging upwards, feel himself getting more...in the mood, as some of his employees might have said. Only the control he normally used to hold back the blood-lust of his previous life kept it in check.

"You will have many more before I am done, Ms. Emily Whore. Many, many more. And you will no longer call me Sir. From now on, you will call me...Master."

"Mmmm...yes...master..."

The phrase pulled him forward, driving him into her with a deep grunt. She gasped and moaned, but never changed her position, holding herself still and exposed as he rutted her into the desk.

The feeling of her sex clasping around him, the way that she squeezed and tugged him into her with a desperation all her own left him breathless, and the snow leopard growled over her. His fingers dragged across the velveted top of his desk, leaving deep lines in it as he slammed in again and again, forcing his cock as deep into her as it would go.

Despite the number of males she'd claimed to have taken, she still felt tight. So wet that he could go as deep as he liked, but still tight, making each thrust its own, intense joy. He panted over her, his teeth bared as he snarled and growled.

"You...are mine..."

"Yours..."

"My whore."

"Your whore."

He grabbed her, forcing her head down against the desk again as he squeezed around her neck. She coughed, gasping immediately, but she didn't fight him. And he wasn't sure that she would have, even if she wasn't hypnotized.

Nevertheless, he held her down, squeezing her neck, cutting off her air as he slammed into her again and again. In and out, in and out, his cock getting slicker by the second. His desk would need to be changed, cleaned at the very least, from how much she was dripping. She whimpered beneath him, and he felt her body twitching, trying to push back against him.

He refused to let her. She was his, and she would be used how he wanted, not how she wanted.

Smack, smack, smack went his balls against her ass, the sound catching his attention above the sound of his shaft sliding into her. He growled, slamming himself in and grinding against her, crotch against clit, forcing her to moan louder and louder. At least, until her air started to run out.

He stared at her, making short, fast humps into her pussy as she stared at him. Her lips moved silently, whispering words that made no sense, making sounds that faded away as her air supply slowly ran out. Kai Lee stared deep into her eyes, those swirling, crimson eyes that mimicked his own, and counted the seconds. In ten, she would be unconscious. Three more, and she could be gone.

Ten.

He slammed into her faster, deeper, almost knocking her off of the desk. He would have, if he didn't have his hand around her neck.

Nine.

Hunching over her, he bit at her bare breasts, drawing a silent gasp from her.

Eight.

The snow leopard forced her back further still, bunching her up into a ball with her hips lifted up in the air, taking him deep, and never letting her get a break from his hand around her neck.

So it went, for another second, two, three, all the way to six before he finally let go.

"OOOOOOOH!"

She screamed as she came under him, sucking down air as she tightened around him. She couldn't move, couldn't push back, all she could do was scream and moan and cry as she sucked down more air, only to let it out as she had what seemed like one of the best orgasms of her life.

He watched her, almost clinically, as he went over the edge as well. It felt...secondary, like something was being bled off into her. He felt the pleasure, felt the release, but it...didn't matter as much as normal. He felt less relieved than he had on previous occasions, with other bits of machinery and other slaves.

There is definitely something different about this one, he thought as he felt his shaft throb with need for a second round. With a grunt, he pulled her off of his desk and threw her to the ground, pouncing onto her back before starting a second round.

Four hours later...

Kai Lee stepped out of his office, closing the door slowly as he left the scratched and bitten Ms. Emily Whore on his office floor. His mind was already calculating the damage that all the fluids would cause to the carpet and the desk, to the window when he'd used her there. The cleaning company would have a fit, and he would likely need to use his powers to keep a few of them from blabbing.

But that was something to be concerned with later. For now, he had something else that he needed to do.

He sat down at her computer, opening up the chat client that she had been using earlier. The person she'd been talking with, an old contact of his, was still online, and had been messaging her for a while. Shaking his head, the snow leopard put his fingers to the keys, changing the name for his own before talking.

_KL: I thought that you were out of the Master game.

DN: I was. Until she came along.

KL: You trained her well. I only had to make a few modifications.

KL: Is this the quality of all the slaves in Ooru Ile?

DN: No. Just ones like her._

Kai Lee glanced over his shoulder, shaking his head after a moment.

_KL: You did something. I can tell. She's not...

DN: Not like the others?

KL: For lack of a better way of describing it.

DN: That's all her, not me. I just took advantage of it.

DN: Now, I don't suppose you will be sending her back?

KL: Perhaps. I have some uses for her still.

DN: I understand. However, as she was mine first -

KL: Costs will be paid.

DN: Always good to work with a proper businessman.

DN: But Kai?

KL: Yes?_

DN: Don't damage her. Or you will regret it.

The chat client went silent, the other logging off, and he slumped back in his chair, shaking his head.

I wish he would choose just what he was, already. I'm getting tired of re-visiting his file and changing the information.

Then again, that seemed to be that dragon's nature. He did what he wanted, and if he found something that he liked, he kept it around. Strange that he'd let this slave get away, though; someone like her, the snow leopard thought, should have been kept in a harem quarter and never let loose.

Then again, again, perhaps there was a plan...

He let that thought slip away. The Lab, he could anticipate, he could plot around, he could do things to prepare. There was little he could do to prepare for what the dragon mage might do.

The End