Trouble's
Tales
The Road
Less Traveled
by Kittiara
Stardate 2397.62
Trouble stood in the Academy's punishment hall. The young cheetah morph wore a stoic look on her face, as she mentally counted her own heartbeat. It was the only way to keep track of time, to measure how much longer her punishment period would last. Not that she was particularly eager to see it over, in this particular case .......... Her punishment this time was comparatively "light", merely made to stand where others could see her, her nude form adorned with about three dozen clothespins. Most of these made her breasts look like porcupines, but a good dozen or so were clamped firmly onto her labia...As she stood there quietly, she grinned in remembrance at what had landed her here. In this case, living up to her name had been worth it .........
It had now been about two weeks since her first experience with the Themes, Scenes and Shows "class", and a week since her last "participation". As the guard uncoupled her from the coffle and looped the handle of her leash on the hook outside the classroom's door, Trouble wondered what could possibly come next. Alien monsters and sex crazed tentacle festooned plants! What could possibly come next? she thought. Then with a wry smile she thought Probably don't want to know...... Patiently she waited for her classmates, and the instructor.
As she waited, she thought about the revelations that these classes had brought her. Having realized that there was essentially nothing she could do about her situation, and moreover, about the "conditioning" that the Academy was applying, she'd decided that until there might be something she could do about it all, she might as well just do whatever she could to enjoy life. After all, it's the only life I've got, or so it seems, and even this seems to beat the alternative.
It wasn't long before another coffle came by to drop off the lady skunk that had been her classmate. The ocelot however was still not to be seen, and as the coffle moved off, the skunkette broke the Academy's rule of silence to whisper, "Did you hear what happened to James?" Trouble, being gagged, could only shake her head no; she wasn't sure that James was their missing classmate, but suspected as much. It had been the ocelot that had drawn the "improved" alien monster scenario last time. Trouble also wondered why the skunk wasn't gagged, but just shrugged; sometimes, when the guards were in a hurry, they omitted that step. Lucky her.
The skunkette cautiously looked around, and then continued, "I heard that whatever happened to him in the last show left him a quivering mass of jelly; that he hasn't been able to do anything, and spends most of his time curled up in a ball!" Trouble nodded slowly, and the skunk sighed. "Wish you could tell me about that scene; I'm scared out of my wits!"
Trouble looked up and saw their instructor coming, and seeing the look on her face, the skunk looked down demurely, staying quiet. The instructor gave them both a hard look, but just collected their leashes and led them into the anteroom that was the entrance to the backstage areas of their "classroom."
"Once again there have been adjustments to the system," he said. "The backgrounds are now more detailed, and the supporting cast more numerous. Again, we expect you to act, to put forth a good show, and to be inventive in your responses. Now here are your costumes." The skunk looked at the skirt, blouse, and lab coat with dread. Trouble pulled on the simple off-white muslin peasant blouse, and the colorful knee length skirt, adjusting the blouse so that it was off her shoulders. As she used a short length of ribbon to tie her hair into a ponytail, she watched the skunk move to her door. When it snicked open, the skunkette hesitated so badly the instructor had to give her a none too gentle shove to get her to move through it. Trouble was still trying to watch what was happening to her when her own door snicked open. Pushing it open she moved into her own scene.
Trouble found herself in the back of a medium sized room, with a couple of dozen other young girls all similarly attired. The room was of rough-hewn beams and stucco walls, and was lit by several lanterns. The girls were all talking quietly among themselves, and there seemed to be a considerable tension in the air. As Trouble looked around, she felt as if they were all waiting for a funeral to begin .........
Just as she was about to try and talk to one of the girls, the door in the far wall opened, and a large adult male waved the girls out of the room. They trooped out solemnly, into a much larger room. This one reminded Trouble of a meeting hall, with rows of benches, and a few tables. A fireplace filled the far end of the room and added its light to the few lanterns scattered about. As the girls entered, the eyes of all the adults present turned to look at them. An elderly male wolf, at the far end of the room rose to his feet, and held up his paws for silence.
"As you know" the wolf said, "The dragon has moved into our area. In order to spare our lives, our homes and our crops, he has demanded the tribute of a virgin to be sacrificed to him". All of our eligible girls have been assembled, and we will now draw lots to see which one shall be given to the dragon." Somewhere one of the older ladies started to sob softly, obviously fearing for her daughter.
Trouble's first thought, as the village Elder made his announcement, was to wonder why there weren't any male virgins in the group? Surely there had to be some ...... but then, she thought with a grin, maybe the dragon wasn't bent that way...... Especially if it's a male...... Now did they sacrifice male virgins to a female dragon?
Her attention was brought back to the event as one of the other Elders held a jar aloft and the elderly wolf reached into it, to pull out a token. "Emily Johnson" he called out in a solemn voice. The young rabbit girl that walked shyly to the front of the room kept her eyes on her feet until she had moved in front of the elder that had called her name; then she looked up nervously at him and said; "Uh, Sir, um, well, Ah, I'm afraid ..... you see, ah, Billy and I, well, ah, I'm afraid I no longer qualify ......... "
The Elder's eyes went wide as the implications sank in, and somewhere in the crowd an older male rabbit stood up and shouted "Emily, you what? How could you disgra ...... ah, Hmmmmmmm, yes, well, ah, we'll have to talk about this later ... "
Trouble chuckled and shook her head; Eminently logical, if you ask me, she thought to herself, but surely they can't think I'm a virgin ...... Oh nevermind, this is all make-believe anyways, isn't it? Then she thought of the alien monster and wasn't so sure .....
The wolf shook his head, and gestured to two younger males, a leopard and a wolverine, both heavily muscled prime specimens (or so Trouble thought). They grabbed Emily and lifted her up, their arms going behind her back, their other arms under her knees, lifting her up and spreading her legs wide. The male rabbit started to object as they exposed his daughter, but a look from the Elder silenced him.
Moving around, he roughly examined the girl. Straightening with a growl he nodded for them to put her down. Turning, he drove his hand into the jar, to pull out another token. "Mary Beth Taylor," he growled.
This time it was a young otter who moved to the front of the room. She was a bit more brash; "Sorry, Sir, but I'm afraid I'm in the same situation as Emily ...... " In the audience an older lady otter, apparently her mother, giggled and all but applauded; "Way to go, Mary Be -- Uh, um, no, ah, shame on you daughter (giggle)." The wolf signaled his young assistants and they lifted the otter girl for his examination. Once again, she was proven to be correct, and the young males released her.
The Elder jabbed his paw into the jar once again, and this time as he looked at the token a sly smile crossed his face; looking up, his gaze searched for a moment and then locked onto Trouble. He didn't even try to hide the smirk in his voice as he read aloud "Trouble!"
Trouble sighed and moved slowly to the front of the room, all eyes following her. At a signal from the Elder, the youths lifted Trouble up, tossing her skirt back, exposing her sex to public view, and to the rough examination of the Elder. Looking up, he met her gaze, and once again smirked. Turning to the crowd he raised his arms and declared; "She's a virgin!" Trouble managed to adopt a look of horror on her face as the two youths lowered her, but kept a firm grip on her, as if to prevent her escape.
As the two husky
young males dragged her from the room, the crowd snickered, and threw catcalls
at her. She heard, "Yeah, Trouble, we knew you'd be the one!" and
"Yeah, no boy'd save you from the dragon!" Knowing it was just
a play, Trouble still couldn't keep herself from hissing back at the crowd.
The torchlit procession out of the village was small, and Trouble wondered if
perhaps the villagers were afraid of the dragon. As she was led through the
fields and into the hills, again she wondered how the Academy was managing this
trick; there was no way the whole "campus" was this large! They'd
traveled literally kilometers before they arrived at a rocky little ravine in
the hills. Here, an obvious place of sacrifice had been created. The ground
had been cleared, torches staked out, and in the middle, an ... altar? It was
a huge block of stone, crudely carved into the shape of a "Y", its
surface about waist high. Its surface and sides were festooned with iron rings,
and Trouble thought she knew what they were for ......
The youths stripped
Trouble rather roughly, jerking her skirt off, and literally ripping her blouse
from her body. They pushed her back onto the stone, and begin buckling her down.
Thick leather straps went around ankles, and thighs, holding her legs tight
to the stone, forcing them wide apart. The angles are just a little off, and
her ass winds up mostly in mid-air, not quite on the stone. Obviously, anyone
walking up into the "V" of that part of the stone would have very
easy access to her pussy and ass. Of course, that was probably the idea ......
They even strapped her tail down to the vertical part of the stone. Straps also
went around her waist, and chest, above and below her breasts. There was even
a strap for her neck, but this was a little difficult, as the stone ended at
her shoulders, leaving her head to dangle off its edge. Still, she held her
head up as best possible, to watch them ..... Her arms were pulled down along
the sides of the bottom of the "Y", and strapped to the stone, pulled
tight.
When they were done, one of the youths dragged his paw over her very exposed
sex, and then over one breast. He acted as if he wanted to play with her some,
as he muttered, "A waste in a way, but if it'll save the rest of us ......
" But then a distant noise, a cross between a scream and a roar was heard,
and the villagers fled with looks of alarm on their faces.
Trouble watched them go, and then when she couldn't hold her head up any longer, let it fall back, eliciting an "OUCH!" as the back of her head struck the cold stone. She lay there for a while, pondering how well set up she was for sex. Pussy, ass and mouth were all very easily accessible. Somehow, she thought, in a position like this, I just can't see the dragon eating me ...... um, like for breakfast. Oh hell, you know what I mean .........
The ground shook slightly, the vibrations becoming more powerful with his approaching tread, and Trouble began to wonder just how big this dragon was. Finally he came into view, moving between two rocks (admittedly upside-down from Trouble's point of view), and Trouble blinked; Gotta be really solid; he's not THAT big. Certainly not much bigger than some of the Bears or Minotaurs I've come to know. The dragon was roughly humanoid, jet black, and over eight feet tall, with large leathery wings folded behind his back. He was walking on two legs, with a long serpentine tail trailing behind him, and a triangular, reptilian head casting about on the end of a long neck. Still, he looks pretty fierce, in a dragonny kinda way, she thought. Hung, too, she noted with a wry smile.
The dragon hissed as he caught sight of Trouble in the torchlight. Trouble suddenly remembered just where she was and what she's supposed to be doing and let out a strangled squeak of horror, her eyes wide. The dragon seemed pleased at his victim's terror, and stalked closer to sniff at her. Trouble moaned softly as the dragon's forked tongue flicked out, almost as if he were tasting her. The tongue started on her tummy, and slowly writhed down over one hip, and then flicked up across her pussy, making Trouble stifle a gasp. The dragon then slowly brought his head up, his tongue flicking out to dance over her ribs, and her breasts, before almost coiling around her neck.
Trouble moaned, "Oh, mercy; please don't hurt me!" Getting no response, Trouble just mewled in fear. The dragon's tongue danced over her face, making her flinch, before teasing one of her ears. As the tongue teased her ear, she moaned and struggled against her bonds. But as she struggled, she heard the dragon whisper into her ear, "You're not really terrified, are you? I'm not really going to hurt you .... "
Trouble jumped a little as the dragon whispered in her ear. Shaking her head from side to side as if to be shed of his tongue she whispered back, "Uh, not really; its just that your tongue tickles! But, uh, I don't think I've seen your kind before, either. By the way, I'm called Trouble". The dragon moved his head to slither his tongue down over her breasts, making her gasp involuntarily, and then slowly worked back to her neck, to whisper, "Hi, I'm Saganth; pleased to meet you. Yeah, we're kinda rare in this part of the galaxy." Trouble stifled a giggle, and whispered, "Glad we were able to be properly introduced; you know, etiquette is so often overlooked when sacrificing a virgin to a dragon."
Then it was Saganth's turn to try and stifle a chuckle. Trouble continued, "They give you a script for this?" Saganth made a big show of torturing Trouble's ear with tongue and fangs, to her "obvious" disgust, as he whispered, "Just to ravish you, make it look like I fucked you to death, and leave your body tied to the stone, covered in cum, why?"
Trouble let loose a mournful wail and then whispered back, "cuz I got an idea for a variation in the script; no one ever told me what I was supposed to do, but here's my idea ......... "
The dragon's tongue squirmed deep in Trouble's ear as she finished whispering; raising his head, the dragon hissed evilly and moved around the stone to stand at its lower end, reaching down to hold Trouble's head in both his taloned paws. Tilting it backwards, he proceeded to rub his slowly growing member against her face. Trouble, for her part, moaned and struggled against her bonds, her piteous mewlings suddenly silenced as the dragon drove the head of his cock into her mouth. Trouble found his size a bit of a problem; he was probably the largest male she'd ever had, but considering the training techniques of the Academy, probably not the largest phallus she'd ever had presented to her lips. Her jaws ached from being stretched so wide, but her tongue knew what to do, and she licked at him furiously as he slowly fucked her mouth. She gagged when the head of her cock struck the back of her throat, but with her head tilted back the way it was, there was little she could do but acquiesce as he slowly worked his huge cock down her throat.
He didn't treat her as roughly as she feared; his hips moving slowly, smoothly as he drove his tool in and out of her mouth, and down her throat, never lingering long enough to make her gasp for air. Still, the gag reflex forced her to swallow as he pressed his groin to her muzzle, and he really seemed to like that, her throat muscles rippling along the length of his shaft. Thankfully, it wasn't long before he was panting hard, and then with a hissss, he pulled his cock out, to stroke it with one taloned hand, to spurt his load all over her stomach and breasts. When he'd run dry he rubbed the dripping head of his cock over her mouth, and then moved to stalk around to the other end of the stone, moving with a reptilian grace into the "V" portion ...... moving between her legs.
Saganth crouched, dropping to all fours, to nuzzle and lick at her pussy. For her part, Trouble had made a face at the taste of his cum, and then gasped in horror as she felt his tongue. She howled as that long serpent tongue slithered deep into her pussy and she struggled at her bonds as its forked tip stroked her most sensitive places. It didn't seem to take that long before Trouble was panting heavily, and the dragon was hard again. Rising, standing straight, he pressed the head of his thick shaft insistently into Trouble's now very wet pussy. As her sore throat had told her, he was hung, and she had no difficulty mewling in mock horror as he slowly forced his thick shaft into her pussy, stretching her until she thought she was going to split in twain. She gasped as he forced more and more of that huge shaft into her, until he was balls deep within her. She raised her head to look down her body, muscles straining, convinced that her stomach must be bulging from that huge shaft stuffed into her. And she knew that when he started moving, that it was going to be fantastic .......
The dragon started slowly at first, waiting until Trouble had been stretched enough to accommodate him. However, before long he was thrusting into her roughly, his scaled cock sending Trouble into climax after climax; she flailed and moaned and howled and shuddered, not having to fake anything for this audience. She'd completely lost track of how many climaxes the dragon had driven her to, when once again, he pulled out, to stroke his cock as he drenched Trouble's body in his cum, spurts traveling as far as her face ......
Trouble panted hard, eyes closed, head fallen back once again against the cold stone as she tried to recover. After a while, when she'd regathered her wits, and caught her breath, she raised her head to look around. The dragon was reclining against one of the rock walls of the ravine, just looking at her. Trouble got the impression that he too was resting, trying to recover. Probably getting ready for the big finale ......
Dropping her head back against the stone, Trouble moaned, "Please, Sir, spare me. There's no need to kill me. I've proven that I can satisfy you ...... Instead of killing me, please take me with you. I promise I'll keep you well satisfied ...... " She paused and then heard the dragon rumble, "Why would you wish to go with me? Merely to save your worthless hide?" Trouble moaned and shook her head. "I've no life here. Most in the village dislike me, torment me. I couldn't even interest any of the boys or men, to ...... relieve me of my virginity, to save me from this! I'd always planned on leaving the village at the first opportunity, to seek new horizons, new and exciting places. The only thing I had to look forward to there would have been an 'arranged' marriage to some poor sod that couldn't afford better, merely a ... an asset to increase my father's herds. Spare me, take me with you, and I'll see to your every need ... "
The dragon thought about this proposal for a few minutes and finally nodded slowly. By this time, Trouble had raised her head again, to stare at him beseechingly, looking down between her breasts at him. Her neck muscles were trembling with fatigue but she struggled to hold his gaze. Finally he nodded, staring her in the eye. "If you can truly prove that you can satisfy me, I'll do as you ask; fail, and I'll rip your body asunder and leave you here to rot." With that the dragon once again rose to his feet, to approach her.
Trouble moaned
as she felt his cockhead touch her again, not at the entrance to her pussy,
but lower, at her ass. Enough of her juices had flowed down her crack, that
she was well lubricated enough, and the dragon's cock was still slick with her
juices; nevertheless, he rubbed his cockhead back and forth gathering even more
of her nectar. Trouble whimpered, her eyes wide at the thought of his
huge cock in her ass, finally letting her head fall back to rest against the
cold stone.
Again, Saganth pressed gently, more gently than she would have expected for
a dragon, or for most males, slowly driving his cockhead into her ass, taking
his time. He worked it in slowly, giving her time to adjust, her anal ring stretched
unbelievably; even so, she let out little squeaks of pain each time he drove
a little more into her. Trouble panted and moaned in relief as she realized
that he wasn't going to try and force his entire shaft into her either. After
a bit, he held still for a few moments, and feeling her relax a little, started
a slow thrusting. Even so it was all Trouble could do not to cry out with each
thrust ......
Trouble jerked in her bonds as she felt his paw caress her mons. As he fucked her ass slowly, he stroked her, rubbing her clitty, occasionally working fingers into her pussy. She found the feel of his smooth scaly skin most unique and quite sensual, and was soon moaning through yet another climax. The spasmodic contraction of her muscles must have been all he needed, as it was shortly thereafter, that he yanked his cock out of her ass, to once again spray his seed over her body. She yowled as he yanked his cock out so forcefully, the sudden pain causing her to faint. She never felt him undo her restraints, to pick her up softly, and carry her away from the altar, obviously taking her with him, granting her wish.
Trouble's head snapped up, eliciting an "OW!" from her, as her sore neck muscles protested. The instructor had used an inhalant to bring her around, once Saganth had carried her "backstage". The instructor was fuming, furious that Trouble had not followed the script. Trouble tried to explain that she'd never seen a script, but that only made him madder. What really drove him over the edge was when some of the dignitaries that had been watching the performance came backstage to congratulate him on a brilliant performance! He couldn't admit that the entire ending that they found so novel had been ad-libbed!
Trouble shifted from foot to foot slightly, counting her own heartbeat. Should be about over by now, she thought to herself. It was worth it, too, she thought with a hidden smile. I just loved messing with his "play". And I met a nice dragon in the process. Could have done without the oral sex, and definitely without the anal sex, but OH, how I loved how he fucked me! she thought, a trace of a smile forming behind her gag. Thinking of the instructor's reaction, she thought, He could have given me a much more sever punishment; Lord knows he doesn't need any excuse to do so. Maybe this isn't so bad, if you know how to "play the system". She grinned a little more widely around her gag. It was just a few minutes later when a couple of guards came through the far door to walk up to her. Trouble carefully composed her face, not wanting them to see anything but a penitent slave.
"Saw the tape of your performance, Trouble", the big tiger purrrrred. "It was great. Pity about your classmates though. I understand the skunk's still catatonic. What you got that let you survive that scene when the others didn't?"
The wolf with him
chuckled. "Well, whatever you got, I guess it's what it takes. You passed
the class!" With that, the two guards reached out to start plucking the
clothespins from Trouble's body. As the blood rushed painfully back into the
pinched areas, Trouble HOWLED into her gag, as the guards chuckled.
End of Chapter 12