close but no cigar

She knew he likely didn't understand. She had no way to make him understand though. She was a creature trapped in her own head, doomed to never speak her mind nor hold a conversation again. There were many evils of Archnemes, but the silence had to be their biggest evil.

“We’ll find your words. And your name. For now… My little Kitten, let me show you what a real god can do.” she folded her ears as he spoke. Her back met the ground and she folded her front paws to her chest. She wasn't used to tender treatment. She was used to being thrown around, to being used and abused. This was different, but at least it wasn't a bad different.

His tongue on her had her squirming. It sort of tickled. But his paw had her pinned. She watched his face, listening for orders on what he wanted. Then his tongue was on her inner thigh moving closer to her womanhood. Her breath hitched. His jaws could easily harm her. She needed to stay still and try not to disappoint him.

“You may place your claws on my skin and shake your head if there is pain. Promise me with a nod.” he was ordering her, but was the first bit a trap to get her to harm him so she would give him a reason to hurt her? She took a moment to figure out if he was trying to bait her finally nodding to him. She couldn't see any sort of deceit in his eyes.

"Things I Hear"