Tail Between Her Legs
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
6,912
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Preparing
Kyra’s mind was ticking.
I’m going to be performing before a vast audience of men and women, flaunting my body like a piece of meat. Ugh, this is horrible! There’s no way I’ll make it out of this without having to go through some sort of humiliating act! She paused in her thought. No, no… I’ve got to think. There’s got to be some way to get out of this. Or some way to use this situation to my advantage… she mused, eyes narrowed in firm concentration and thought. She stared ahead, although her gaze was distant.
Aerin obviously noticed the change for she was no longer struggling while he led her down the spiraling marble staircase, nor spitting and shrieking curses at him. It was a welcome change, of course, but it concerned him deeply.
What in the world is going on in that little creature’s head? he wondered darkly, furrowing his brow as he tightened his hold around the chain linking her wrists. He gave it an abrupt tug, causing her stumble forwards. “Don’t give me that look, kitten,” he chided, masking his grin of satisfaction as she cast him a heated glare. His tactic worked, for she was back to normal. The last thing he needed was her thinking. Thinking meant the possibilities of escaping and he could have none of that, for she would plant such thoughts in the minds of his other slaves and it would spread like a virus! He had to keep this one leashed, always under his watch. Yes, that was the only way to handle such a precious yet dangerous package.
She snarled at him, throwing her weight forwards, trying to escape his vice-like hold to no avail. The building roar of raucous laughter and talk met her ears, causing them to twitch and perk forwards, her body stiffening. Aerin smiled, eyes glittering.
“Hear that, my pet? All of your pretty little fans have arrived just to see you, my spectacle, my beauty. Knights and ladies, dukes and duchesses… I’m even sure there are a few princes in the bunch. Each one prepared to feast their eyes on your delicacies…” he taunted, his dark voice a resounding whisper in her ear.
He shoved her forwards, the pair slipping past the noisy crowd and into a separate room. The thick doors were shut and locked behind them. “We are now backstage,” he informed her matter-of-factly. “Here you will be given your costume and be made up to my liking. And if you protest… well, you will not be given a costume at all.”
That threat was enough to cease her feeble struggling although did not manage to seal her lips. “You are a horrible, revolting brute! This is not right! Surely someone thinks this is wrong?! It is sickening…”
Aerin clicked his tongue before a grin spread leisurely across his lips. “My dear… everyone has their side of darkness. Of course we all play upon the façade of innocence and light. This is merely a place where we all can take down our walls and simply… bask in the delicious evil that is sin,” he crooned, spreading his arms in a gesture.
She scowled at him, tail whipping back and forth as she took a step backwards, only to bump into two other forms. She whirled around, face to face with a pair of scantily dressed young women.
The one to the left smiled at her warmly. “You must be the new arrival! How adorable… Elizabeth, look at her tail!” she screeched, excitement gleaming from her wide set eyes. Leaning forwards she grabbed hold of the cat demon’s upper arm and dragged her towards a larger gathering of women. The other girl followed behind in silence.
“We must get you ready, there is little time to spare!” she said, seating her down upon a cushioned stool. Before the young demoness could spout her protest the girl’s fingers were running through her hair rapidly, taking thick tendrils of the golden blonde substance and weaving it into a long, slender braid. “My name is Diane, by the by!”
Her hands then finished her work with a bright scarlet ribbon, tying it securely around the end. A few seconds later a scrap of material which happened to be the same color was shoved into her arms.
“Wait,” Kyra gasped incredulously. “This… is my costume?”
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Author\'s Note: Sorry for the wait! I can\'t wait to write the next chapter... ^^
I’m going to be performing before a vast audience of men and women, flaunting my body like a piece of meat. Ugh, this is horrible! There’s no way I’ll make it out of this without having to go through some sort of humiliating act! She paused in her thought. No, no… I’ve got to think. There’s got to be some way to get out of this. Or some way to use this situation to my advantage… she mused, eyes narrowed in firm concentration and thought. She stared ahead, although her gaze was distant.
Aerin obviously noticed the change for she was no longer struggling while he led her down the spiraling marble staircase, nor spitting and shrieking curses at him. It was a welcome change, of course, but it concerned him deeply.
What in the world is going on in that little creature’s head? he wondered darkly, furrowing his brow as he tightened his hold around the chain linking her wrists. He gave it an abrupt tug, causing her stumble forwards. “Don’t give me that look, kitten,” he chided, masking his grin of satisfaction as she cast him a heated glare. His tactic worked, for she was back to normal. The last thing he needed was her thinking. Thinking meant the possibilities of escaping and he could have none of that, for she would plant such thoughts in the minds of his other slaves and it would spread like a virus! He had to keep this one leashed, always under his watch. Yes, that was the only way to handle such a precious yet dangerous package.
She snarled at him, throwing her weight forwards, trying to escape his vice-like hold to no avail. The building roar of raucous laughter and talk met her ears, causing them to twitch and perk forwards, her body stiffening. Aerin smiled, eyes glittering.
“Hear that, my pet? All of your pretty little fans have arrived just to see you, my spectacle, my beauty. Knights and ladies, dukes and duchesses… I’m even sure there are a few princes in the bunch. Each one prepared to feast their eyes on your delicacies…” he taunted, his dark voice a resounding whisper in her ear.
He shoved her forwards, the pair slipping past the noisy crowd and into a separate room. The thick doors were shut and locked behind them. “We are now backstage,” he informed her matter-of-factly. “Here you will be given your costume and be made up to my liking. And if you protest… well, you will not be given a costume at all.”
That threat was enough to cease her feeble struggling although did not manage to seal her lips. “You are a horrible, revolting brute! This is not right! Surely someone thinks this is wrong?! It is sickening…”
Aerin clicked his tongue before a grin spread leisurely across his lips. “My dear… everyone has their side of darkness. Of course we all play upon the façade of innocence and light. This is merely a place where we all can take down our walls and simply… bask in the delicious evil that is sin,” he crooned, spreading his arms in a gesture.
She scowled at him, tail whipping back and forth as she took a step backwards, only to bump into two other forms. She whirled around, face to face with a pair of scantily dressed young women.
The one to the left smiled at her warmly. “You must be the new arrival! How adorable… Elizabeth, look at her tail!” she screeched, excitement gleaming from her wide set eyes. Leaning forwards she grabbed hold of the cat demon’s upper arm and dragged her towards a larger gathering of women. The other girl followed behind in silence.
“We must get you ready, there is little time to spare!” she said, seating her down upon a cushioned stool. Before the young demoness could spout her protest the girl’s fingers were running through her hair rapidly, taking thick tendrils of the golden blonde substance and weaving it into a long, slender braid. “My name is Diane, by the by!”
Her hands then finished her work with a bright scarlet ribbon, tying it securely around the end. A few seconds later a scrap of material which happened to be the same color was shoved into her arms.
“Wait,” Kyra gasped incredulously. “This… is my costume?”
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Author\'s Note: Sorry for the wait! I can\'t wait to write the next chapter... ^^