Legends of Belariath

Brianna

Catch a Tiger by the Tail

Brianna had left the village..it wasnt wise of her but she had no intentions of being bait to some scaly monster of a dragon. She didnt care anymore about responsibilities and what would happen to her village. She was young and impetuous, spoiled beyond belief and desperate to flee the village she hated so much.

This hadn’t been the first time she had run..the other times she had always returned after a day..a week..a fortnight. But this time she had prepared. this time she was leaving for good.

The village paid little heed to her latest rampage. She would return, she always had. But as the weeks flew by and there was no sign of the tiger kitten returning to the village of her birth, the elders grew more anxious, more afraid that this time she might not return. They gathered in the village center to talk of what to do. Should they send word to the dragon yet..or send a hunter to find her and bring her back to fulfill her birth given duty.

It was decided that three bounty hunters would be hired if she did not return in one more weeks time. Of course the week came and went and the village became nervous..afraid the dragon would learn. So the three bounty hunters were hired and only told that they would be well rewarded if they returned with Brianna undamaged and that they could use any means necessary.

She had quite a head start on them, and in her own thoughts hadn’t thought of the village ever sending someone for her. She had scouted the area rather well and knew the areas and towns her own villagers frequented. She had chosen a small human settlement to the south..a village of desert people that frequently moved from place to place, living on the backs of strange humped animals.

She lived on the edge of the village, never approaching it as she studied it intently, watching the people who lived there. She had been there for a cycle of the moon when she became low on supplies. She knew there were merchants among the villagers and now it was time to dip into the small bag of coins she had managed to save before running. She would soon try to find something useful she might offer the village in return for joining it.

She dressed in the baggy boys clothing she had stolen from a neighbor's boy..the pants scrunching at her ankles where she tied them off to keep from tripping. The plain cotton tunic fell to her knees and a simple scarf of sand cotton kept her wild tresses of fire underwraps and under control. She tied the straps of her sandals and made her way towards the village of tents.

She knew from observation which tent belonged to which merchant and her nose told her which one she chose first..her body lowering as she ducked beneath the low entrance, the smell of baking bread and yeast waifting into her nostrils, bringing a smile to her lips and a groan from her empty belly.

She looked to the already baked bread..some risen but most were styles of flatbread with different herbs. The lady at the pit fire watched her, smiling some though not saying a word. She took several of the loaves of flatbread and showed them to the lady..she said something in a tongue not familiar to Brianna. Brianna frowned, not understanding and took out something close to what she would’ve paid somewhere else. The lady looked to the coins laying flat in the catgirl's palm. She took 2 mhl for each loaf and then nodded. Brianna placed the four loaves of flatbread into her satchel and dipped her head towards the baker before darting out of the tent.

As she made her way from the tent and towards her small encampment on the outer edge, a tall dark human stopped her. Long in nose and eyes of the blackest night, he placed his arm out in front of her in a motion to make her stop in her tracks.

The kitten glanced up..ears and tail hidden by the clothing and scarf..she bit back a mewl..speaking common..voice shaking as she looked to the man.

'What..what is wrong sir'' She tried to remain calm..as if she had nothing to hide.

'You..come with me. We have seen you living on the outskirts of the village. Now you will come with me.' He turned, cutting off any response she might have had. She looked behind her, massive guards with scimitars at their sides gave her second thoughts to leaving. She slumped some, sure he would learn of who she was were he to ask.

He lead her into an ornately decorated tent..soft and brilliantly colored pillows scattered and piled in every corner. Several slaves tended a rather large man that sat in a tub, washing and pleasuring the man with obvious enjoyment to their task. His chest was dark and smooth, tanned by many hours in the desert without the protection of a shirt. She could tell he enjoyed the outdoors. His hair was the deepest warmest brown she had ever seen and the black eyes common to this tribe sparkled with intelligence and a confidence that made him want one want to be commanded by him.

She was forced to her knees before him..her head turning, dark green eyes flashing and narrowing at the guard that had cuffed her behind the knees. She growled until a soft tsk tsk brought her attention to the man in the tub.

'No need for that kitten. Yes..I know what you are, though you hide it for some purpose of your own. Now..you will disrobe so I may look at you.'

Brianna blinked, not believing what was happening. How had they know she was a kitten' She stared in confusion, in shock and unable to move. The guard behind her gripped her by the cuff of her tunic and hauled her into the air..ripping the baggy pants from her slim striped legs. Soon the scarf followed as she was shook from the tunic, gasping and furious as she fell to the floor with a thud. She covered herself as best she could with her arms and glanced from the guard to the man in the tub, obviously the leader of the village.

'NO!...do not cover yourself. I will not allow you to hide yourself from Me. From now until I allow it, you will not leave My tent, nor will you clothe yourself. When I deem it to My liking, you may join the rest of the village. Now lower your head, a collar will be placed on your pretty neck, one that will give you a shock should you try to leave the tent.'

She shook her head furiously, but she was small, weak from rationing her food for weeks. The guard easily held her down as a thin silver ring was placed about her slender neck. He then let her up, knowing her first response would be to flee.

Brianna struggled in vain as she felt the cold metal on her neck, her eyes widening in hope as the path to the exit opened. She leaped from the guard now letting her go and sprinted towards the door. MREEEEOOOOOW! She screamed as a searing pain of shock split through her body as she crossed the threshold. She is shot back into the tent..mewling and writhing on the floor in pain..claws pulling and tugging at the metal ring. She pants hard as she whirls and lifts..screaming again from the throbbing pain that remained. The man in the tub dismissed the slaves and soon stood, rivulets of water streaming down his body.

He sighed as he watched the wild kitten fighting her own predicament.

'You will learn my new pet. First you must be broken, then you will come to enjoy being my pet. But I think you will turn easily once you have faced the pleasure or the pain I can give you.'

He looks to the guard, nodding once. The guard grabbed the catgirl by her collar, hefting her easily like a sack of feathers..so light to his massive strength. He grabbed her wrists, one by one, and shackled them to the a chain hanging from the solid rafter above. He stepped back and let her dangle.

She immediately began to kick and scream, thrashing any unbound limb towards the guard. He merely stepped outside her reach until she had kicked herself into a state of exhaustion, now hanging limply from the iron shackles biting into her slender wrists. She gazes at the guard, then to the man now robed in baggy black pants and a black tunic. His wet hair falls in disarray down his back..damp and clinging to his tunic.

Brianna had been dangling in the shackles for what seemed like an eternity to her though the sun was just now coming up, proclaiming the new day. She had gauged time by the number of lashes that came down over her entire body, but she had lost count hours ago. No inch of her body remained without a red welt rising nastily on her once porcelain flesh. Stripes crisscrossed her back, legs, belly and arms and breasts. She sagged against the weight of her own body held too long in the shackles tied to the rafters. She had collapsed four times now, each time awakened to a spray of ice cold water over her entire body, causing her to chatter and shiver as the split flesh seared and stung with pain.

Just when she felt as though she were about to fall into oblivion again, the man, whose name she now knew as the Alamir (or leader of the tribe), signaled the guard to release the kitten from the shackles. As the second shackle was released, she fell to the carpeted ground with a hard thud, collapsing where her body lay limp and exhausted. Not enough strength now to even look at her captures, she lay panted, wheezing for air, legs and arms sprawled where they had fallen. She heard the commanding voice behind her, not deep but smooth and full of the authority he knew he had.

'My kitten, this was just a taste of what will happen to you if you disobey Me again. Today you will rest and heal from your first lesson, and tomorrow your training will begin. And you will forget your life before today. Shenta will give you a potion to remedy any memories you had before today. And you will be called Simiana..or anything else I deem fit to call my newest slave.'

He turned and left the tent then to tend to the business of the day. Brianna was lead to the pillows at the far end of Alamir's tent and laid there with the utmost care. Now that she had taken her first lesson, the immediate concern was to heal her wounds ad see that the Alamir's new slave did not receive infection from the lashes of the whip.

A rather old lady came to her side, kneeling on one of the bejeweled pillows. She applied a salve to every inch of Simiana's skin, not missing a single welt or cut. She then gave the catgirl a strong potion, forcing the cantacerous brew down her lips while holding her nose closed. The potion would make her forget all she knew before she came to belong to the Alamir. It would also help her to sleep and to heal faster. She then left the tent and Simiana soon felt the darkness of sleep take her.

She awoke slowly, a hand nudging her shoulder from above. She felt like screaming, the pain of the whip searing her flesh, making it feel as it fire walked on her skin. She heard a faint, rough common tongue being spoken from afar. It was the one nudging her awake. She tried to move but every muscle seemed to scream in agony. But slowly she stood, looking at the young girl standing there.

'Must get bath. Must help clean new slave.'

Simiana winced as she heard the words. She knew she couldn't escape and she knew she didn't want to go through anything that could've been worse than yesterday. Slowly she followed the slave girl to a massive tub that lie towards the back of the tent. Already filled with steaming water, the tub smelled of roses and jasmine and other exotic scents she couldn't name. She slid into the water with the help of the girl, cringing as the pain welled stronger. She closed her eyes as the girl cleaned her, being very gentle over every inch of angry red skin. Once clean, she was given a thin golden chain to wear about her slender waist. She was lead back to the pillows and told to sleep once more. She was out before she heard the end of the command from the soft sweet voice.

She woke the next morning to the rays of the bright desert sun streaming into the tent from the flap the lay open to the side. Black lashes fluttered as her emerald eyes grew accustomed to the blinding light. Seeing his new slave's eyes open, the Alamir stood and walked to her, casting a rather large shadow over her tiny form, blocking out the sun's brilliance. She cowered beneath Him and risked a gaze upwards. She didn't yet know what was expected from Him and half expected a slap for her eyes seeking His. He merely smiled down at the kitten. She had learned her first lesson and she would soon find out that He much preferred peace and pleasure to punishing His slaves.

He lowered down towards her and lifted her with ease, carrying her shivering body towards the massive wrought iron bed that lay a few feet from the tub she had been immersed in the previous night. She hadn’t noticed it before and she wondered how she could’ve missed something so large. He stroked her hair as He sat next to her, strong fingers beginning to caress and petted her body. He was gentle and she looked up, confusion darkening the emerald gaze. He smiled, knowing this must be confusing to the kitten. So He explained.

'I will tell you a story as I bring your body to what I alone can give you now. Pleasure. You have been living on the outskirts of my tribe. I do not care why, that is not a concern. But it was brought to My attention and so I rode out and watched you quietly. And soon I knew I wanted you. SO I waited, knowing that you would one day come into My village. Now, you are mine. Every act, thought, breath..every pulse you take belongs to Me. You can enjoy the pleasure I allow, or suffer the pain I will wrought if you disobey me. Understand''

He spokes these words in a calm, monotonific voice while His fingers slowly brought fire to her flesh. His fingers were now pressing along her slickened slit, her back arched naturally as she moaned from the blissful waves His fingers induced. She gulped as her ears flickered forward, listening intently. She nodded as a loud prrrrring moan lifted from her lips. She might have been a defiant kitten, but she wasn’t stupid.

'From this moment forward, you will be called Simiana, and you will answer to no command but Mine. And you shall call Me Master. Do you understand''

She nodded again, unable to gather a voice as her hips tried to buck towards His teasing fingers. He frowned, bringing His free hand up, two fingers cruelly pinching and twisting a taut red nipple. She screamed and blinked furiously, looking towards her new Master.

'Understand''

'Yes...Mmmmaster.'She stammered the words, her voice trembling with lust and fear of the man controling her life now.

'Ahh..thats a good pet.' He lowered His head now, parting her shaven folds with the two fingers, His tongue making a long stroke down into her slit and then upwards, tasting her sweetness before pressing hard against the swollen nub that peaked from behind its tiny sheath. He brought the tiny clit into His mouth and suckled it hard, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. The small cat girl squirmed and bucked, unable to control the reactions of her own body. Loud whimpers and mrewls filled the tent as she went frantic with the pleasure building, cresting within her body and soul. Suddenly He parted her legs wide and stood over her. He nudged Himself between her thighs, gripping and lifting her ass as He positioned the thick throbbing dome at the entrance of her trembling cunt. With one strong thrust, He broke through her maidenhood.

Strong fluid strokes, continuing as the kitten cried out in pain, her eyes wide as slowly the searing pain ebbed into a warm throbbing pulse. Suddenly she felt the stretching, the heat, the friction of His cock sliding in and out of her tight virgin walls. She lifted her ass in His hands, grinding her hips, bucking as she sought to gain more of the growing feeling the built within her body.

He felt the kitten trembling, shaking, losing her control to something she couldnt explain. And as He felt the quivering of her thighs and the rolling spasms of her tight cunt begin to bring forth her first release, His hips jerked foward, His cock surging and jerking as it sprayed thick hot cum into her womb. He continued thrusting, her convulsing slit milking His cock as if it were trained, nature taking her body to it release. He watched as she slowly recovered, panting and mewling as she collapsed back to the bed, her claws releasing His shoulder where they had dug in during her wild frenzied release. He slowly lowered her bottom to the bed and withdrew, moving to lay next to her.

He wrapped His arm about her waist and pulled her easily against His side. He nipped her ear, licking at her tongue. She was all He had hoped she would be when He had first imagined taking her. Her wild untamed passions perfect if He could just put a leash on it.

He whispered in her ear.

'Tonight and all other nights you are good you will sleep with Me. Tomorrow you will begin to learn how to please Me in every manner.'

Simiana mewed, snuggling instinctively against her new Master, only hesitating a moment before answering with a soft purring whisper.

'yes Master.'

Over the next few weeks, Simiana thrived in her new life. She was the treasured first slave of the Alamir and she knew every like and dislike He had. By the time she had lived with Him for a year, she soon overtook running the daily household tasks and chores and seeing to the other slaves and the welfare of the women and children of the village. She was His slave, yet she was so much more to these people.

In the privacy of the tent, none other shared His bed and He only partook of His other slaves when she had her monthly time. He took no new slaves nor did He court to find a future wife to ensure that His line would continue. It is said that a special bond grew between the Alamir and His kitten, a special bond so rare that they spoke of love to each other in the shadows of His tent.

Simiana had now belonged to Him for two years. She was adorned in golden bracelets and anklets and headbands. Jeweled rings twinkled on each finger and toe and she was His greatest possession. Rarely did He find displeasure in the actions of His kitten. It was on the 2nd anniversary of her coming to be His that he freed or sold His other slaves. She knew by His actions that He held her in His heart and she was happy to be His only slave and His one love. Little did the blank void of time before she came here cross her mind, only the occasionally curiosity of the dragons tattoo that curled about her foot and ankle brought some questions to her mind. But her heart, not wanting a reason to leave the One she loved so deeply, quickly vanquished these doubts. It was the time of moving, when the entire village packed their belongings onto the backs of the Jamil and moved to a different spot. It often depended on the stars, but more likely it was to keep the wells from going dry. They had been traveling for three days, heading east towards the Great Sea and the small port where their sister tribe would join them for the summer months. Scouts were constantly moving back and forth along the long line of nomadic travelers, keeping news of upcoming obstacles or storms fresh among the people.

A lone rider followed the caravan at a distance far enough to avoid the eyes of the scouts. He had heard word that a redheaded kitten lived among the desert humans, but that she was closely guarded and protected by the Alamir. He had now been observing the village for a year since its return to its winter spot. And he knew it was her. He had decided that the best time to take her back would be during the travels to the sea, when the tribe was at its most vulnerable.

Shouts went up as the most dangerous of all desert storms approached and the people scurried to bury themselves beneath special blankets under the sand, for the warning had been raised that a great sandstorm approached. The tribe was now covered as the sheets of wind and sand approached and the lone rider closing fast had watched, waited now, knowing where the kitten had hidden herself. He rode full gallop towards her covered body and swooped down from the saddle to grab the mound of blanket and flesh and fur before whirling his horse about and kicking the stallion hard in the side, pushing him as hard as possible away from the storm.

The cat girl kicked and screamed but no one could hear her over the deafening roar of the storm. He found her face underneath the blanket and pinched her nose and covered her mouth with his palm until she went limp. He then pulled a blanket over the horse and pulled back hard on the reins, the stallion soon falling to his side. There he waited for the storm to pass, only removing the sand covered blanket once the roaring had stopped. He immediately put his horse into a merciless gallop away from the caravan and towards a border town to the north where he had already had rented a small room in a place called the Lonely Inn.

She awoke some time later, her eyes opening to find the mercenary hunting lying on the ed. She had wanted to scream but now, seeing him sleeping she knew she would have a better chance of slipping away unnoticed. She had made it as far as the bar when she happened to bump into a an there. He had spilled his drink on her and her anger erupted. A fight ensued and a chase. She ran now, once again as she tried to make her way to safety, but still he followed. She ran until she had no breath, until her heart beat so hard against her chest she would swear the entire forest could hear it. She was faster, but so tired. She had been carried over the horses shoulders the entire time, never allowed to see the direction they traveled and her muscles ached from the journey. She wanted to scream to Him to save her, but she didn't know where He was. His face was the last image she saw as she felt a searing pain in her ankle as she fell, tumbled to the ground with a great thud. Her head smacked the rock lying in front of her and she knew only blackness after that.

Some time later, her eyes opened, the sound of water lapping gently at a shore made her turn her head to look at the small pond. The same man who had been chasing her was now kneeling above her, gently wrapping her swollen ankle. He smiled at her and she knew not why he was wrapping her ankle or how she had come to be lying on the ground in such a manner.

He spoke then, in a calm and reassuring manner.

'I am Morgan. You seemed to upset when you left the Inn and I thought perhaps you weren't in a safe state of mind.'

He finished wrapping her ankle and cast small heal, making the pain easier to stand.

'I am Brianna. But how did I come to be so far away from my village' I must go home. Soon the dragon will come.'

.....and so began her life with Morgan in a place called The Lonely Inn in a town known as Nanthalion

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