[b][u][center]Marked for Slavery

For BlazingPelt

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]




The ruins of the ancient temple of Rajjal were as expansive as they were majestic, and Jake was reasonably certain that there were no ruins in the desert that compared to them on the sheer size they encompassed. Until recently, the sands had hidden the lower levels, but with the aid of the god of wind, he had found a way to expose them. 

The gray cat slipped beneath the first layers of the sandy temple, finding his way further and further underneath the rocky top floors. He carried a torch in one hand and a spear in the other, his robes flicking about him as he took his time moving forward. There were seldom completely safe paths through the old temples, always made to keep the outsiders away and safeguard the faithful. 

Jake stopped in place, looking down at the carven stone beneath him, and he took a moment to pull one of the weighted sandbags from his hips. It was a gamble, but...

He aimed for the middle of the stone panels on the floor, and tossed the bag. He hit it right in the center, and was immediately rewarded. A series of darts shot from the ceiling, impaling the bag. He shook his head, keeping to the walls instead. 

[i]I wonder what the traps would have done at their peak,[/i] he thought to himself, looking at the tell-tale remains of dust and cloth that littered the floor. [i]Others have been here before, and they...[/i]

He pushed the thought from his mind. The fact that others had been through the temple before only meant that they had worn down some of the traps, making it less dangerous for him. That was the only thing that he had to think about. 

As he pushed past the trap, he let a part of his mind wander. Not all of it, as he needed his attention for traps ahead, but part of it. He considered just what he would do when he reached the bottom of the temple, found the treasure of the old god, and what he would do with it when he had it all collected and ready to be taken out. 

He had two choices, as far as he saw it. The cleric training he'd received told him that it would be a better idea to take it back to the temple of his god, to consecrate it to him and then make sure that he was in good with the deity. After all, the god of wind had exposed the ancient halls to him, and would be due a reward. 

Or, he supposed, he could take the treasure and see what it sold for on the black and open market. There were a number of people that would be happy for old relics, particularly if they were enchanted in some way. 

[i]Have to make a living somehow,[/i] he thought. Tribute to the god of wind would give him glory, and possibly some more magic, but it wouldn't pay very well, if at all. He'd be lucky to get enough gold to replace the equipment that he'd have to use in the dungeon. If he took it for himself, though, he ran the risk of pissing off the temple, and the god himself. That wouldn't go well for him, and if his god decided to take it badly, he could end up losing his magic for a time, as well. 

Considering how many times that had saved his life, he needed to be careful. He needed money, and he needed magic, so it would be a hard decision. 

[i]Maybe I'll just keep some of it back, just a bit. Wouldn't hurt to have some reserves.[/i]

It was a good enough compromise, for now. 

The further into the temple he went, the better shape it was in. The initial parts of the lower levels were barely better than the surface, with sand-worn stone and featureless statues that had meant nothing to him, with hieroglyphs that were worn down to smooth stone. Even two floors down, though, the decor began to change, becoming more meaningful and recognizable. Jackal-headed men were everywhere, looming over him, and some seemed to be designed to follow him with their gaze. 

He didn't let it spook him. It wasn't the first time that he had seen such a technique, though it was some of the best. Jake put it out of his head, and kept walking. 

He came to a tunnel that sloped downwards, and knew that it was a shortcut. A delivery tunnel, he assumed, for people to roll supplies down to workers when the whole thing was still being built. Less likely to be trapped, too. Jake slid forward, lowering himself to the ground and sitting at the edge of the slope. He ground his sandals against it, found that the sand had slipped down, and that he likely wouldn't get any abrasions on the way down. 

"Well, this is convenient. Geronimoooooooo!"

His shout echoed back at him as he slid down, picking up speed at a rapid rate. The cat reached back, using his claws to slow himself down a little bit, but he was still moving remarkably fast. His tail held tight to the torch, keeping the light up, but he could only see so far into the darkness before the light faded. 

Faster, faster, faster he went, and the cat started to wonder just how far into the dungeon this ramp went. Was it going all the way to the bottom? Was he skipping a lot of treasure rooms?

[i]I'll find it on the way back up,[/i] he told himself. [i]There's always another way out.[/i]

The cat calmed himself, but the slide continued for almost two minutes before he finally caught the glint of sand in the distance. He braced himself, but his legs still penetrated the sand dune at the bottom well past his knees, sending dust in the air and almost blinding him. He groaned, shaking his head and batting at his shirt and chest until the sand was scattered away again. Grunting, he pulled his legs free of the sand and kept walking. 

As soon as he stepped into the next room, he froze. His eyes went wide as he saw what lay before him, and his breath rattled in his chest as he almost strangled himself to keep quiet. 

[i]Okay. Good news, the treasure room should be just ahead. Bad news, this is the guard room...and they're not all dead.[/i]

The cat slowly put the torch on the ground, taking his time to make sure that it didn't clatter or make noise. He couldn't afford to make any until he was ready, with the living statues that graced the guardroom. 

They were not dissimilar to the jackal statues that had lined the walls in the upper levels, but he recognized the jeweled, glinting collars around their necks. Those were magic, and though their onyx eyes weren't glowing now, they would be if he woke them up. The way they were arranged, he had a slight possibility of sneaking past the bunch, but if he woke them up while he was in the middle of their little get-together, he would basically have a swarm of very strong, very fast statues cutting for his head. 

So, he aimed for something else. 

Jake pulled a dart from his waist, and slowly took aim at the nearest of the statues. It had a collar of emeralds and diamonds around its neck, and the muscles carved into the statue were too smooth to be entirely stone. He took a deep breath, waved his hand a few times to get the aim right, and let it fly. 

The dart plinked off of the center diamond of the collar. It slipped into the gap of the metal holding it down, and forced it out. As soon as the diamond went flying, the statue twitched, arms going outwards, before crumbling into dust. 

[i]One down...a dozen more to go...[/i]

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Jake managed to finish all but one with the sneaky way, and the last one only failed because he got cocky. The dart woke it up, and he had to fight hand to hand. He won, but it was a close thing, and his arms and legs ached afterwards from the hard impact of every blow that the jackal gave. 

Still, at least he hadn't gotten his own body plundered. Up close, he had seen that the statue was 'equipped' with a certain 'rod of masculinity' of its own, and he didn't want to have that shoved up his butt. He had enough trouble with the other guys back at the tavern, and how much they wanted to mess with him. He didn't need that on his encounters in the dungeons. 

With the guards dealt with, that just left the treasure room. He walked across the dusty floor, avoiding bumping any tables or other goods that might be trapped, and stopped at the stone door that led further in. 

Marked with various well-preserved hieroglyphs, the door looked like something that had been hidden for years. The language was almost impossible to make out, but there was a key hole in it, and Jake smiled. 

One lockpick session later, and the door was unlocked. He rolled the great stone door to the side, and looked past it. 

Treasure, and lots of it, lay before him. He couldn't even see the end of the room, but he could see a great golden statue overlooking the whole thing. It had to be the final guardian, but he was more concerned about all the treasure that lay strewn about the room. There were many, many things waiting for the taking, from coins to weapons to armor to chests, with tribute of old silks having rotted away, and sheets of papyrus still lining the walls that might be worth something. 

[i]Just gotta make sure that I don't screw up now...[/i]

The statue probably wouldn't be too much of a problem. Even if it was enchanted, he was more worried about what the guard statues would do rather than the golden one. There was only one, after all, and he could avoid that in such a large room. 

Thus assured, he stepped forward - 

Craaaaa-aaaaaa-aaaack. 

And was promptly sealed in by the rolling door. Jake turned around, beating his hands against it as it closed, but he couldn't stop it. He could only stare as it sealed him in. The cat shook his head, pulling down the hood of his robes, and groaned. 

"Well...that makes things a lot more complicated."

"Does it, lowly one? Or does it make it more inevitable?"

The deep voice caught his attention immediately, and Jake slowly turned to look back. The statue had started moving, arms coming down from its gesture towards the sky, and he could see that it was more muscled and more powerful than any of the other statues had been. 

Worse, the eyes were not gems, but living. This was not an enchanted thing, after all, but something that had remained alive for all this time. Whoever or whatever it was, it would be a problem. 

Suddenly, the statue moved. Or rather, it was at the center of the room, but then wasn't. He whipped his body around at the tinkling sound of coins at his side, barely bringing his spear up in time to avoid getting grabbed by the creature, blocking its hand and getting his weapon trapped at the same time. 

Up close, he could see that it was another jackal, but better shaped than any other. Gold lines ran through his fur, and he wore naught but a loincloth. Gold rings dotted his fingers, and a line of gold ran along the top of his eyes down along the side of his head, parting the dark fur and marking the skin beneath. 

Jake looked down, and blushed at the sight of the hard-on that was swinging between the jackal's legs, rising up tall and proud and looking bigger than the statues outside. The cat grunted, shoving forward with his spear, and managed to get it free and knock himself back at the same time. He backpedaled quickly, trying to put some room between him and the creature, panting softly. 

"Who...what are you?"

"I, mortal, am Rajjal, he whose temple you have defiled."

"...Crap."

He shook his head. So much for the temple being abandoned. Not only did it still have guards, but its god still lived within it. 

[i]Not a god,[/i] he reminded himself. The teachings of his own deity were strict enough to keep him focused. [i]Not a god, but a demon with the powers of one.[/i]

He ran through the myths of Rajjal in his head. A dominating warlord of a demon, Rajjal had been a jackal in conquest and in the bedroom, from the sound of it. He dominated those that he desired, took them for his own, and made them want to be part of his harem, his world, his kingdom. The demon had the power to warp minds, and bring them down to the most base level, looking up to him rather than simply serving him. 

And it was already happening. The cat recognized the scent in the air, and gripped his spear tighter, whispering a soft prayer to his god. The words normally filled him with hope, but today...today, nothing. Rajjal chuckled. 

"You call out to others in my sanctum? You believe that any would hear you, so far beneath the earth? Here, mortal, I reign, and here, you will fall."

"Yeah? I'd like to see you try."

The jackal smirked, and Jake wondered what had possessed him to say that. It was probably the worst decision that he could have made. 

Rajjal's hand came up, but Jake was already on the move. He ducked behind one of the bigger pillars of treasure, and just in time, as a blast of heat and power hit the collected wealth behind him. Ancient vases, or at least, fragments of them, joined the coins flying into the air and heading to other parts of the room. 

Jake wasn't completely untouched, either. The scent in the air was that of a man in rut, waiting to be served, and he could feel the lustful touch of the spell, as well. It was demonic, indeed, a powerful spell designed to loosen a male's inhibitions and leave him shaking, needy for more. His cock was already starting to grow in his robes, and his ass twitched more than once before he was able to tamp it down again. 

Shaking in fear, he rolled to the side, knowing that movement was his only ally. He had to keep out of reach of the magic, and out of sight. The longer that he was visible, the more chances Rajjal would have to - 

"Where do you think you are going?"

Suddenly, the jackal was in front of him, holding out a hand in the perfect spot to catch him. Jake tried to stop running, but it was too late. He ran forward...and his crotch was caught right in the demon's palm. 

"Nnngh!"

"You are not leaving me without giving tribute, mortal."

"You...nnngh...don't...let me go!"

"You would prefer the touch of a mortal to a god?"

The jackal's hand glowed, and suddenly, a wave of lust went rushing through his body. So close, there was no dodging or resisting it, and Jake arched his back. He almost lost his grip on his spear, his body shaking and his cock so very hard. It pressed against the front of his robes, oozing and dripping into the fabric. 

[i]What...what's happening to me?[/i]

Jake groaned, panting as the jackal's fingers dug into his crotch, rubbing him through the robe. He desperately brought his spear around, hoping to fend the demon off, but Rajjal grabbed it by the middle of the shaft, stopping it in mid-swing. The cat moaned, shivering and panting and groaning as the demon's fingers worked him to a throbbing erection.

There was more than simple physical touch at work, too. He felt the pulsing of the demon's magic through his body, sensed it warping him. His mouth watered, but not for food, but for -

"Nnngh!"

The cat finally wrenched himself free, shaking and panting with his building need. He swallowed hard as he bought himself a few feet of space between himself and the demon, but he knew that there was no chance of getting away. He had...he had to fight.

Rajjal smirked, the golden jackal crossing his arms over his chest. The near-transparent loincloth he wore only enhanced the rising shaft beneath it, and seemed to outline it for easy viewing. For a moment, Jake felt the need to go to his knees and serve it. The moment passed, but the hunger remained, barely under control, and his legs shook as he tried to hold his ground against the demon.

"You...you won't have me...so easily."

"Will I not? You already crave me, mortal. Would it be that hard for you to change your service from one god to another?"

"You...you are no god."

"I am as strong as one."

He wanted to deny it, but the cat knew that the demon was telling the truth about that. The legends told of a jackal that had needed to be bound by not one, but many gods. Tossed beneath the earth to await his sentencing at the end of time, but now...now he was free again...and he wanted a follower.

Jake really didn't want to be that follower. He turned, trying to run. The flicker of the demon's body told him that the demon was teleporting again, and he spun his spear around his middle, trying to keep himself from -

"OOF!"

It had been no use. The demon fell on his shoulders from above, bare paws pushing him down. He rolled as he hit the ground, but it was futile. Even as he got up again, the demon pushed him down, holding him beneath his power. Red magic began to flow, spreading down his arms and legs, spreading down his body and slowly taking control of his limbs. He couldn't run, and soon, he couldn't stand. He was pinned.

Rajjal walked over to him, tilting his head up so that he was forced to look the jackal in the eye. The red glow there, a counterpoint to the black and gold of his body, was terrifying...and intriguing. Intriguing enough that he could not look away.

"You will become mine, little cat. There is no denying that now. You will be mine, and you will serve with all the glee that you had spent robbing the tombs and wreaking havoc upon the royal guards. You will be my agent, now. Not the agent and the follower of the god of wind, but the servant of the true lord of the desert."

He shivered, feeling the words sliding into him, the power behind them slowly settling the concept into his mind. Jake reached out, trying to call for the aid of his own god, but it was futile as ever. The demon had been truthful. There were no other gods or goddesses in this chamber. Only him.

The red of the jackal's eyes kept him entranced, holding his attention constantly and keeping him from looking away. His breathing slackened, getting slower and then cracking now and then as he tried to push back against the feeling of corruption. His body was already turned on, and he could feel his cock throbbing all the harder against the inside of his robe, adding to the wet patch in the front.

He needed to fight, he knew, but how? How could he fight against a demon?'

"You can't."

[i]He's...he's reading my thoughts?![/i]

"You are a mortal, and I am a god. You will serve...and you want to serve."

He...he did, on some level. His excitement had to be part of it, and so was the corruption, but...

But what?

Jake groaned, trying to close his eyes, but the jackal's magic held him fast. He was fading, he knew it, falling further and further. He panted for breath, trying to shake his head, but even that motion was denied him.

The red glow of those eyes pulled him deeper and deeper, and soon...he couldn't move.

The feeling of power over him was driving him insane, leaving him panting for breath, and more than his cock twitched. His body burned for the touch of the demon, begged for it, wanted to be taken and filled and...

And owned.

[i]I...I can't...I can't fight...[/i] he realized. [i]I...I have to...[/i]

"Surrender."

In the end, it was a conscious choice, a decision to save what was left of himself. The need to be free was nothing compared to the need to be alive, and he knew that if he fought the demon for much longer, all that was him would be destroyed. He bowed his head, and felt himself change.

For a moment, he was bereft, the power of the god of wind taken from him, as well as the protection and the guidance that he had felt for years. But it was only for a moment before the power of Rajjal the demon lord pushed into him.

The cat moaned as he felt the red energy that surrounded him push inside. It burned, but in a way that was different from the fires or the desert sun. It filled him with a burning need, energy, power, strength...and lust.

He panted, falling forward as his clothes were burned off of him. His robes disappeared, leaving him naked save for the holster for his weapon. The cat leaned against the ground, on all fours, panting for breath as his cock throbbed and bounced up against his belly. Everything craved to be touched, but he couldn't bring himself to move. Needed to hold still, for some reason, for some design that only the demon lord would understand.

Rajjal gestured at him, and he arched his back, panting as a golden collar appeared around his neck. It draped forward, running down to a new loincloth about his waist, golden thread around white cotton at the sides. Other gold bands appeared, slave anklets and bracelets that wrapped around his ankles and wrists, and a toe ring of gold that appeared on his big toe on his left foot. His tail had a similar band around the base, and he shivered at the weight of wealth that he had been given.

The demon lifted his head, and he found himself staring at the jackal's cock. He started to open his mouth, guessing what was expected of him, but the demon pushed it shut again.

"No. You will be modified for me, first."

Jake slowly nodded, knowing better than to question his new master. He might have fallen, but he retained that much awareness. One did not question gods, and one did not question demons, either. 

He felt Master Rajjal's power pressing into him, and gasped as it started to change his body, as well. His ass started to push out, growing bigger, heavier, rounder against the loincloth that barely covered it. He moaned out loud, feeling it shake and jiggle as he shivered, and the sensation only made his asshole twitch and pucker underneath it. He swore that even that was getting a little puffier and more sensitive.

But his attention shifted as Rajjal turned his hand, gesturing downwards, and the cat thrust forward against nothing as his cock started to throb and grow. He felt the tip of his shaft sliding against the front of the loincloth, and knew that he was growing. The weight of his balls increased, pulling down at his crotch more and more.

Jake shivered, thrusting every few seconds despite himself, moaning under his breath as he felt his body getting transformed, warped to the demon's expectations. His cock continued to grow, pushing forward until it was actually big enough to push past the length of his new loincloth. His balls hung down, further than he ever imagined, and he gasped as he felt them pushing his thighs apart a little ways.

The demon's finger pushed into his mouth, and he accepted it, sucking lightly as the jackal's claw pushed down on his tongue. A tingling push of power filled him, and he gasped, his eyes going wider than ever as he almost felt like he was sucking on his own cock. The feeling of that thumb pressing down on his tongue was...was pleasurable in and of itself, something that he had never expected.

As he kept sucking, eagerly taking in the stimulation, he felt his mouth continue to change, getting more sensitive, more needy. His hunger for cock and cum were growing, and even as it did, his body warped. His ass grew, his hips expanded, his waist and belly slimmed down. It almost felt like he was losing something, but he didn't care. He enjoyed it too much.

Time passed, and he lost himself to the bliss so much that he didn't initially realize it when the demon moved. Jake only knew that things were changing more when he felt the fingers pulling his ass cheeks apart, and the cock rubbing against his hole.

"You will be taken now. You will be mine."

"Yes, Master Rajjal. Mark me as yours."

It wasn't the mindless voice of a slave, but the eager voice of someone that knew where their interests now lay. He dared not take a step out of line, but he knew that loyal service would be rewarded.

He pushed his ass back, and he felt the first push slowly grinding into him. His eyes rolled back at the pressure on his hole, and then he moaned as he felt it sliding in, bit by bit pushing forward.

"Ooooh yes..."

The jackal moaned under his breath, his fingers clawing through the gold coins under him, pushing himself backwards onto that shaft. The demon's cock had to be corrupt, cursed as much as the demon himself was, but it was still amazing. He moaned as it went in, savoring every inch as the jackal's claws rasped against his ass. He wanted...wanted more.

He pushed back to the base, taking it like a good slut, and he moaned as it bottomed out, as his balls were tapped by the demon's. Jake arched his back, and felt one of the demon's hands against his shoulders, keeping him pinned.

"Please, fuck me..."

His begging plea was immediately answered, the demon's cock sliding back and then slamming in, hard and fast. He moaned under his breath, his body wracked with pleasure and need, and he started riding it, pushing back to meet each thrust with a smack of his bigger, rounder ass. Everything felt better than it ever had with the sailors on the coast and the temple prostitutes he had tried out from time to time. It was...it was...

The cat's mouth lolled open, tongue hanging out as he was fucked hard. Each thrust made his ass jiggle, made his wrecking balls sway, and his cock oozed pre into his loincloth and over the treasure. His body was nothing more than the demon's plaything, but for all that, he was rewarded with more pleasure than any mortal could have given him. The surrender...the need to submit...it was all his choice, and it was worth it.

Again and again he was filled, that rigid shaft working its way into him and spreading him open. He felt the throbbing stiffness of it, the hardness and warmth that could never be imitated by anyone else. He reached back, letting his head hit the ground, and spread his ass cheeks for easier fucking.

In, out, in, out, each one slamming in harder and faster, and his breath caught in his throat as he felt his own orgasm coming.

"Please...almost...please, Master Rajjal..."

"Cum, slave. Cum, and lose yourself to your master."

The jackal's command was all he needed. With a deep moan, he came, clamping down on the cock in his ass, and feeling like his hole was swallowing it. His much-grown cock spewed seed all over the ground, and with his orgasm, what few doubts he had left about his conversion faded.

The demon's seed spilled into him, and over him, and as the jackal covered him with musky seed, the cat slumped down, rolling over slowly to get a few strings of it on his chest. He rubbed it in, smiling almost drunkenly.

Rajjal chuckled.

"You are marked as mine. And now, we will work to gain others. This, slave, is the plan..."

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]