Rape the Author: To Summon A Demon

Whoever had long ago been the first to decide, "Just because I'm
adventuring through the jungle, cutting down obstacles with a machete
as I go doesn't mean I can't look good" would have appreciated Yadre's
outfit. The blue-furred tigress wore brown boots that were both
attractive and practical to go along with her forest green shorts and
top.

Owing to necessity, the shorts and button-up shirt both had several
cargo pockets, but the shirt's top button was undone allowing it to
show plenty of neck (and a little cleavage). The shorts left very
little of the tigress's legs to the imagination and were just tight
enough to show off her shapely rump without being too restrictive.

It wasn't mere vanity that made the tigress appreciate the existence
of such attire. If she happened to encounter any perils, it would be
much easier to talk someone into helping her if they found her
attractive.

The tigress finished taking a long sip from her metal canteen and
stowed it back in her pocket before opening her map and fishing her
compass out of one of her cargo pockets. The morning hike had been
pleasant so far, but she wanted to be back at the resort by the early
afternoon. The tigress smiled as she thought about the afternoon's
likely activities. Drinking, swimming, lying on the hot sands checking
out the boys and girls. (She'd packed plenty of condoms.)

Yadre put her map away, satisfied that she was still following the
semi-circular path she had plotted out for herself to avoid getting
lost. The rainforest was so different from anywhere she had ever been
before; she really couldn't get enough of it. Her forest-colored
outfit looked unforgivably bland compared to the vivid, varied shades
of green all around her. And unlike the few times she'd ventured into
the forests nearer her home, the few animals she had seen here in
fleeting glances she had never expected to see anywhere outside of a
zoo. Monkeys, birds whose feathers were all the colors of the rainbow
she had never before associated with nature, and even a few brightly
colored reptiles she was prudent enough to stay well away from as they
were likely highly poisonous.

The tigress soon made her way past a dense cluster of trees and found
herself in a large, picturesque clearing. It was right out of a
storybook, and completely out of place among the otherwise densely
treed forest. It had soft-looking grass, a small lake with crystal
clear, reflective water... and a tall, stone temple. It was a step
pyramid, and she could tell just from looking at it that it was
ancient. The tigress pulled her map back out and confirmed that there
was no indication that anything remotely like this temple on the map.
She looked back up to find it still there, its impossible presence
almost an invitation.

Yadre bit her lip as she considered her alternatives. Fleetingly, she
imagined the taste of a fruity tropical drink and the smell of
sunblock, imagined "accidentally" brushing up against a boy or girl as
she walked past to get their attention before launching her body
gracefully into the warm ocean waters and swimming away, tempting them
with her curvy body...

No. The resort would still be there later, or tomorrow. [i]This[/i]
could be a discovery.

Why hadn't anyone seen it before, the tigress wondered. It was quite
close to the path, and she had had no trouble seeing it. Maybe there
had been a forest fire recently? Was that something that happened in
the rainforest?

There would be plenty of time to worry about that later. Yadre strode
hastily into the clearing, taking a path around the small lake,
heading as directly toward the temple as she could without getting
wet.

The imposing height of the temple became a more intimate reality for
the tigress as she began climbing the steps. She took the steps one at
a time and at a fairly sedate pace; there was no reason to hurry,
after all.

The stairs terminated atop the temple's first namesake "step." There
were more stairs leading farther up, but there was an entrance to the
temple on this level and Yadre wasn't really interested in climbing
more stairs if she could avoid it. Inside, there was a very wide
hallway leading toward the center of the temple with more hallways
going in other directions. The halls were lined with torches... and
the tigress stopped in her tracks as she abruptly realized that the
torches were [i]lit[/i], their light flickering in what should've been
pitch dark passageways.

Trepidation and curiosity waged a quiet war in Yadre's mind. Had the
tigress not just climbed a flight of stairs, caution may have won the
day, but the tigress didn't feel like leaving without at least finding
out what was going on. Besides... she was dressed like an adventurer,
she might as well act like one, right?

The tigress hugged the wall as she proceeded down the corridor, moving
slowly to keep the sound of her footfalls light. As she neared the
entrance to the temple's central chamber, she saw a fire lit in the
middle of the room, and a hooded figure standing between it and the
nearby altar, chanting incantations. Yadre stopped in the hallway,
ducking down and staying as close to the wall as she could, silently
watching in fascination.

"The preparations are done," the cloaked figure announced in a strong
voice, so presumably there were others in the room. "Now we need only
a suitable offering."

Offering? Offering meant sacrifice, right? Coincidentally, Yadre
remembered that it was definitely time to leave. She got up...

And felt like her heart had stopped as the cloaked figure looked up
suddenly and stared right at her. She could now see the brown furred
face under the hood, and his eyes were staring straight into hers. He
raised a finger to point at her and yelled, "In the hallway!"

Yadre turned to run, and got barely a step before she was seized by
the arms and dragged into the central chamber. The men restraining her
wore the same robes as the one who had spotted her and seemed to be in
charge, but Yadre guessed they were guards based on their burly
physique. They dragged Yadre into the middle of the room and forced
her to her knees in front of the brown-furred, hooded figure.

Now that she was closer, the tigress could see his bushy tail and the
longer hair around his neck and between his ears and realized that he
was a Xweetok. He reached down and grasped the tigress by the chin,
looking down into her eyes. His fingers were smooth, his fur soft, but
his grip was strong and his gaze intimidating.

"Hello, child," he greeted, likely with intended condescension as the
tigress was well into her twenties. "My name is Jewel Shisen. You are
going to help us perform a very important ritual today. Do not be
afraid. We need not hurt you... much." He turned his attention to the
guards and nodded. "She'll do. Strip her and bind her to the altar."

"Wait!" the panicked tigress yelped as she was hauled back to her
feet, struggling uselessly. This was a very, very bad situation. The
tigress's mind raced, her eyes finding every exit in the room but none
of them were any use to her now.

While one of the guards held her with her arms behind her back, the
other grasped her button-up shirt by the middle seem and ripped it
open, sending buttons flying everywhere. He grinned cruelly at her as
he gave her breasts a rough squeeze before ripping her bra off as
well. The shock of cool air on her exposed breasts drove home the
reality of how vulnerable and exposed she was. The guard licked his
lips and leered at the tigress before continuing, and the terrified
girl was unable to meet his gaze. He removed her boots and socks, then
finished the act by grasping her shorts and panties and yanking them
off, snapping off the button in the process.

"There are zippers and buttons, you know..." the tigress complained
quietly, but received only a slap in the face for her trouble. She
kept her mouth shut as she suffered the sting of the slap in silence.
The two muscular men then carried her over to the altar with ease,
laying her on her back on its smooth, cold stone surface. They secured
her wrists above her head with metal shackles which were attached to
the stone altar with chains. The heavy chains rattled when she
struggled. Despite her weak kicking struggles, they managed to spread
her legs and secure them with similar shackles (though without the
chains) at the edge of the altar.

Being roughly stripped and bound to the altar made Yadre feel very
sexually vulnerable. Of course, she found that her rebellious body had
its own ideas about her predicament, her exposed slit beginning to
grow warm and wet inside. "I... I'm not a virgin!" she protested in
last-ditch desperation.

The guards laughed aloud. Jewel lowered his hood and shrugged out of
his robe, letting it fall to the ground and revealing his naked
body... and raging hard-on. "I had hoped not," he answered with a
smirk, dashing the tigress's hopes for an escape. "The virgin
sacrifice is such an... old-fashioned idea."

As the chocolate-furred male approached, Yadre noticed for the first
time that the longer hair atop his head and the mane around his
shoulders was green, providing quite a contrast to the rest of his
fur. But her eyes were unwillingly drawn to the even more sharp
contrast of the red flesh of his throbbing cock. It was long, thick,
and tapered, ending in a sharp point. It looked like it would fit
perfectly in either of her exposed orifices, and the tigress couldn't
banish the unwanted mental image of it driving into her... and knew
she wouldn't have to rely on imagination for long.

Jewel reached down and roughly groped the tigress's bound body,
starting by giving her breasts a firm squeeze and then moving down to
give her rear cheeks a quick squeeze and then a firm spank. He sniffed
the air, then grinned as the unmistakable smell of female arousal me
this snout. "Not such an unwilling sacrifice as she'd like us to
believe, it seems."

The tigress's cheeks turned beet red under her fur and her struggles
abated slightly, distracted by her humiliation. Her attention was
drawn back to her present peril, however, as the male placed the
pointed tip of his cock against her quivering tailhole.

"Besides... you say you're not a virgin sacrifice. But surely you're a
virgin [i]here[/i]?"

The tigress simmered with humiliation, remaining tight-lipped. The
Xweetok snapped her out of her impotent anger by startling her with a
slap to the face. It stung. "I asked you a question, kitten," he
reiterated disapprovingly. "And [i]don't[/i] lie to me. I don't like
being lied to."

Her heart raced. She couldn't say exactly why, but Yadre felt very
strongly that Jewel would actually know if she lied. Through gritted
teeth, the tigress reluctantly answered, "No."

"No?" the Xweetok repeated incredulously. But then his grin widened,
looking almost feral. "Say it. But answer it fully this time."

"No, I am not a virgin there."

"Where?"

The tigress glared daggers at her tormentor, but replied, "I am not a
virgin in the ass." Despite her brave face, her face burned with
embarrassment.

The Xweetok had apparently not expected this, but he was
[i]clearly[/i] enjoying himself. "How many times?"

"I don't know," the tigress hedged, drawing a growl from the male. "A
lot... too many times to count," she quickly admitted, humiliated.

"What a wanton slut!" Jewel grinned. "Fate has chosen [i]very[/i]
appropriately, I think. Now... I want that admission to be the last
thing you're going to say for a while." He nodded to his guards who
were standing behind her.

One of them reached down and grabbed her by the jaw and cheeks,
holding her mouth open while she thrashed and struggled ineffectually.
The other showed her what was pretty clearly an O-ring gag, but made
of gold and with some strange, ceremonial-looking markings on the
straps. He forced it into her mouth and tied it tightly behind her
head. Once their task was done and her mouth was forced to remain
open, both released their hold on her and stepped back.

"Excellent." He looked down at his victim and grinned. "Not that you
haven't been a good sport so far, but this next part will be rather...
delicate."

With that, Jewel gripped the tigress's hips and thrust hard. The
O-ring gag did nothing to stifle the volume of Yadre's scream, though
it did alter its sound in a rather humiliating fashion so the scream
did nothing but emphasize the fact that she was gagged.

Fortunately for Yadre, Jewel had grown quite aroused from the capture
and humiliation of the tigress, so there was plenty of precum to
slicken her otherwise unlubed tailhole. The male pulled out slowly and
thrust back inside, moaning with pleasure while the tigress writhed
and made incoherent whimpering sounds that could've been from either
pleasure or pain.

As the Xweetok began to thrust more rhythmically into the bound
female, he again began murmuring the strange incantations she had
heard him reciting earlier. It was clear that he was timing his
thrusts to the rhythm of his chanting, humiliating the tigress even
further as it emphasized the ritualistic nature of this rape.

And that's when something strange began happening.

At first the tigress thought her vision was growing blurry due to the
pain of penetration, but she soon realized that there was a
translucent figure of some sort forming over her. As it became more
defined, the tigress got the impression of a winged figure sitting on
her chest. The figure slowly became more distinct, and Yadre became
aware of the feeling of something... not entirely solid in her mouth.
She began to panick, but her renewed struggles were rewarded only with
the sound of heavily rattling chains.

As the figure became more distinct still, Yadre got the impression of
a red-furred canine of some sort. And his crotch was right in her
face. She even began to feel some weight on her chest, which gradually
increased while Jewel continued chanting and raping her ass more
urgently. The tigress cried helplessly and incoherently into the gag,
the sound slightly muffled from the increasingly corporeal form
filling her mouth.

Jewel stopped chanting, but didn't stop thrusting, and breathlessly
said, "Allow me to introduce my son, Kain."

The demonic winged wolf-fox hybrid was now fully formed, and as the
tigress had begun to suspect his red-furred crotch was right in her
face, his cock filling her mouth as he grinned down at her. "Well!
This sure is a pleasant way to return to the world," he teased.

The tigress could only stare up at him, humiliated now that her role
in this ritual was revealed. Her always-expressive ears folded
downward in embarrassment, and red flushed right through her
blue-and-white facefur. Kain, for his part, began greedily thrusting
into the tigress's mouth, drawing muffled cries of protest from the
tigress. As he bucked in and out of the tigress's mouth, moaning with
obvious pleasure, the tigress managed to look down the shaft of the
demon's thick cock, which turned out to be black and just as thick as
it felt in her mouth.

The Xweetok and his demon son both growled ferally as they began
thrusting more urgently into their helpless victim. Based on his
erratic, urgent thrusting, the elder of the two was clearly nearing
his climax, though the demon wasn't far behind since it had been far
longer since he had been able to do this--or anything--with a physical
body in this world.

Jewel's thrusts reached their most urgent, making the tigress moan on
his son's cock. His thrusts soon stopped, however, and he just held
himself deep inside of her plundered tailhole as, with an aggressive
growl, he began pouring his seed inside. She felt the sticky stuff
splatter into her rear, and her already-red face burned hotter with
renewed shame.

The winged fox-wolf's thrusts had grown equally erratic and urgent,
and not long after, the tigress felt his cock throb powerfully as the
salty taste of his seed filled her mouth. The girl's cheeks glowed
with the mortifying forced indignity as the pair used her as their
cumdump.

Jewel smiled fondly at his son. "It's good to see you again," he said.

"You too, father," Kain replied, the two momentarily behaving as
though the tigress wasn't even there. That didn't last long, however,
as he looked down at the blue mess and added, "Thanks for... this."

"It was the least I could do," the Xweetok replied, and the tigress
bristled at the suggestion that her rape was of little consequence.

"Can we keep her?"

The tigress's eyes widened at the unexpected question, coming from the
demon boy whose cock was still filling her mouth, and there was a
slight pause before the Xweetok mused, "Well, we could always use a
temple slave... what do you think, girl?" She could hear the grin on
his face as he teased, "Just speak up if you object."

The tigress simmered. She knew that her Master, a formidable dragon,
would likely be along to collect her soon enough... well, maybe not
[i]very[/i] soon, especially if he knew what was happening to her and
that she was otherwise safe. And when he did collect her, she wouldn't
put it past him to let these two borrow her whenever they felt like
it...

"I don't hear anything," Kain pointed out, "do you?"

"Not a word," Jewel agreed. "But if we are going to keep her around,
we really must show her her place..." The Xweetok paused, then sighed
with relief before adding, "and I think I know just the way..."

Her captor's sigh coincided with the sudden feeling of a warm liquid
filling her already-full pussy. Any doubt the tigress might've had as
to the nature of that liquid would've been quickly solved when she
began tasting a salty, bitter liquid in her mouth as the demon
fox-wolf gave a similar sigh, the pair beginning to relieve themselves
in the tigress's holes.

Jewel pulled his cock out of her previously-tight, cum- and
piss-filled ass and started coating the fur on the tigress's crotch
and thighs with his warm piss, making the girl squirm uselessly. His
son followed his lead, pulling out of her mouth and splashing warm,
smelly piss all over her facefur. She couldn't stop more from getting
in her mouth, either, as it was still held open by the O-ring gag. The
tigress felt incredibly low and humiliated as the father and son pair
marked her and showed disrespect for her in this feral, animalistic
way.

By the time they were done, the tigress was absolutely soaked with
their urine, dripping-wet and thinking she wouldn't be able to smell
anything else for weeks. The tigress closed her eyes, taking solace
that her ordeal was coming to an end, at least for now. No sooner had
she thought this than she was startled by the feeling of two knobs of
flesh against her holes. Her eyes shot open and she found her
tormenters standing side-by-side, the father's cock against the lips
of her thus far-untouched pussy, the son ready to plunder her
already-used tailhole.

Unable to speak coherently because of the gag, the tigress shook her
head adamantly and cried out in incoherent protest.

"Now, now," Jewel chided patiently as though she were a mildly
disobedient child, "a good temple slave knows her place..." With that,
he started pushing into her tender depths, making the tigress moan in
protest and unwanted pleasure, her already-stimulated body shuddering.

Right as the elder Xweetok hilted, the younger demon fox-wolf began
pushing inside, doing so easily thanks to it having already been used
by his father. The tigress's ears lowered in shame at this, the
reminder that this hole was being used for a second time making her
feel incredibly slutty.

Jewel was soon thrusting into her throbbing pussy at a steady rhythm.
The lewd sounds filling the chamber made it humiliatingly obvious how
wet the tigress was. Without speaking, the two managed to work into a
rhythm that drove the tigress wild--at times alternating their thrusts
so one of them was always entering while the other was exiting, at
times synchronizing so that they were both thrusting in at the same
time. They enjoyed the helpless moans the tigress made as she adjusted
to each new pattern, truly using her like a toy.

In the heat of the moment, Jewel suddenly grabbed his son by the
shoulders and kissed him deeply. The two didn't stop their abuse of
the tigress's sex holes, but their tails wrapped around each other's
and they continued kissing passionately, Kain's muffled moans joining
the tigress's until both men were pounding her urgently, and she knew
she was about to be filled by both for the second time.

Almost simultaneously, Jewel and Kain thrust deeply inside of her and
held their cocks buried deeply within her. The gagged tigress moaned
loudly as she felt both cocks explode deep inside of her, filling both
of her holes with hot, sticky cum.

Only then did the males break their kiss, both panting heavily. They
stared at each other for a long time, then looked down at their
captive. Her mouth tasted of cum and piss from the fox-wolf, her fur
was soaked with both males' piss, her ass had been filled with both
males' cum... even her most intimate depths had been filled with the
Xweetok's seed, making the tigress nervous due to her fertile,
unprotected womb...

The winged fox-wolf grinned down at her. "We're going to have so much
fun with you."

"But later," Jewel advised, pulling out and placing his arm around his
son's shoulders. "We have a lot of catching up to do." He grinned
cruelly down at the tigress. "Besides, the guards have been very
patient. It's only fair to let them have their turn."