Dinner progressed for the most part with idle chatter about foreign business, Things that didn't interest Jin and he felt he had no right paying attention to, even if it made sense. The tiger lady was quick to beckon the deer over to sit beside her, where she idly played footsie with his thighs and crotch while speaking to the Kirin. But it didn't much phase Jin, as he was more or less tuned out of reality. His dead eyes focused on the nothingness that was just beyond the tip of his nose. That deep endless void of inner thoughts and daydreams had been a frequent escape for Jin as of late. He  always had a problem with spacing out, even as a kid he had so much trouble paying attention.

It was then that there was a small kick between his legs. Not hard enough to really hurt him or do any harm, but more than enough to get his attention and make him flench before shaking his head. The tigress looking down to him with a scornful gaze. “You have a princess of a noble family trying to pleasure you and you can't  be bothered to get even just a little hard? You can't even focus enough to stay in the same reality with her?!” She looked back to the Kirin and shook her head. “Where did you get this,... ‘space cadet’? Is there anything left between those ears?”

The Kirin chuckled uproariously and shook his head. “Don't be surprised but, I feel he may be one of the more resourceful people in my employ. The last thing he did as a free man was lay me one across the face. He isnt stupid, I simply think you arent his type. Then again, I’ve never seen him get aroused either. At least,... not while he was awake. And I hardly can count morning wood as true arousal.” The Kirin took a big gulp from his wine glass before pouring the last of the bottle into it and carrying on. “But who knows, maybe you can change that tonight. You still willing to take him home to play with? Or has he insulted you too much now?” The kirin asked with his trademark wry grin spreading across his lips once more. “Well; even if he has, I feel you’d take him just to send him home with some new holes and pretty new stripes.”

All of this talk as well as the kick between his legs had the poor young buck on edge once more. Not the least bit aroused by any of their talks, or that foot paw still molesting his crotch through his silks. He wanted to speak out and shove that foot away, but he felt that it would be very unwise to show disrespect in front of a guest. He was already fearing what would come of the night, but didn't dare add to the growing displeasure that was to come.

The tigress took a huge gulp of her glass as well before moving that foot-paw to the buck’s chest where she gave a stern shove, hard enough to send him onto his back. “You; slave boy. Go get us some more wine. And take your time. We need to talk in private for a moment. Meet us in the living room; No.... Not wine. Champagne! Right ‘master’? This is a time to celebrate is it not?!” The kirin nodded and smirked a deep, toothy, demonic grin. “Very much so. My plans are finally starting to make headway. And you two are instrumental in it. So yes, it is indeed a time to celebrate with you both. After all, this may well be the last time I will see you two together.”


Jin grumbled and growl under his breath as he stood up before bowing politely and through gritted teeth said “Yes,.... Madam... Right away.” And he slowly walked out of the room towards the kitchen of the suite and took his time opening the bottle carefully. Though perhaps not carefully enough as the cork shot off and chipped the mirror that was the backsplash of the stove. The fizz from the bottle spraying all over the counter, floor, and his hooves as the distilled chaos that was champagne was uncorked. “Great.... Just craken’ great! As if I don't have enough going wrong tonight....” He sighed deeply, and there was a deep pang of fear, of regret, remorse for doing something wrong again.


Knowing he’d been ordered to take his time he took it to clean up the mess as best he could, sticking the bottle in a bucket of ice before mopping up the spill and washing off his hooves. He was almost glad to not be wearing pants for once, as the spill would surely have gotten all over them. “Still would be nice to have pants though.” He muttered to himself as he was cleaning up. After all, slave silks where not exactly what he’d consider flattering. At least they where opaque so he could actually have a tiny bit of privacy. It was only one step above nude. But the way it degraded him he almost wishes he was just nude. 


He would come in carrying that bucket of ice and champagne as well as 2 new glasses, having taken special care to pick the right ones having had that talk more than once with the Kirin. And as he came in he saw the tigress putting on a seductive lap dance, or perhaps a belly dance routine for the kirin. Though that stopped as soon as she saw the practically nude buck enter the room. She smiled and flopped down on the couch beside the kirin and eagerly poured a glass for the two of them to enjoy. “Ahh... just in time. Tell you what boy, why not show me what you’re worth. Give us a little strip tease wont cha’? And! If you do good. If you can make me the slightest bit interested in that stringy little body of yours. I promise I won’t draw blood on the ride home,... if i don't have to. Fail that and... well, lets just say I have a more literal sweet tooth for cervines.”


This was like a nightmare incarnate for the buck. He loathed being the center of attention. Much less drawing that attention to his body itself. It was one thing to be acknowledged for being smart. But... being desired. It never set well with him. He never bothered grooming himself, or even trying to be attractive. After all, he was no model. He was no rare breed, or pure blood. He was just another run of the mill deer. A faceless, nameless, one of billions. Needless to say his cheeks where flushed red and his body posture was significantly more shy and submissive at this news as he looked towards the Kirin with pleading eyes. The look of ‘PLEASE don't make me do this...’ written across his face in a language as old as time.

The Kirin, as always, showed no mercy. And the longer he stood there not showing himself off for the guest of the evening, the deeper the scowl grew from the kirin. After a solid twenty seconds of standing there like a deer in the headlights,the kirin silently pulled out his phone, poked at the screen a few times and then, there was a 10 second countdown that only the buck could hear from his sub-dermal implants. The duration of which he stood there looking at the phone, the kirin, the woman, who was eyeing him more like dinner than anything else. And as it hit 0 there came an intense shock. A powerful taser level jolt coursing through his body. It lasted only a microsecond, but it was strong enough to make him yelp out in pain and clutch the collar that had shocked him so strongly. “Gah! Ow, ow OWW! Okay!.... I... I don't know how t-” And again, the kirin pressed the button, the countdown started once more, and it cut him off half way.

“M-Master! S-some instructions please?! Err... A little idea, o-or some advice? Pl-” and again this time stronger, longer and more painful came that powerful jolt that brought the buck to his knees. This time came some gasps as he had been paralized for a second from the zap and a shudder ran up his back as he’d not even had time to recover before he heard that countdown start again, the annoying computerized voice of which only he could here. He held up a hand and said “Y-yes... R-right away...” But even then, that countdown didn't stop.


With only 3 seconds left, he stood up and started to rub his paws over himself sheeplishly. The countdown stopped, and so the Kirin was pleased. This was not the first time he’d been disciplined by the kirin, but it was so far the most painful. Clearly a sign that this was important for him to pay attention to. And where the Kirin was normally one to explain how to do a task, he’d also been trained that some tasks can only be done with practice, and that sometimes, there is not a need for instructions beforehand, as they will be given over time as the task is done.

As the young buck slowly rubbed his body lightly, he could not help but blush and pin his ears back, being embarrassed beyond belief at this display he was putting on. Though to say it was erotic would be plainly wrong, as the motions seemed less of an erotic display, and looking more like he was bathing himself in an imaginary shower. 


This drew some growls from the kirin. Who once more started the countdown by tapping his phone as if silently telling him to do better. Though help came from an unexpected place as the tigress placed her paw on the kirin’s phone and shook her head before standing up, a little wobbly on her legs as she’d been drinking fairly well for someone of her small size. “No no.... Use the hips. A young buck like you does not have breasts, so shaking your shoulders wont do much. Instead, draw our focus where you have the most attractive assets.”

She walked right up to him and gave his ass a firm, unprovoked smack and grope. “Right here. An ass so plump and tight I would salivate just watching it sway back and forth.“ And those paws of hers slipped around his svelte body to that flat stomach where she pet over it growling out. “And you may not have well defined muscles here but a nice flat belly is still attractive. Move it as well, it will show off what muscles you do have.” And as she was practically wrapped around the buck, her hand slid down to that bulge, hidden by a simple slip of purple silk. “And this, little boy, this is how you top it off. If you’re hung, and you’d better be hung, then you can reveal this and give those tasty hips a shake to show it off. But,... I’f you’re not hung, then turn around, bend over and sway that bare rump with your tail lifted nice and high.”

The buck was trembling as she molested his body, violated his privacy, and itemized him, reducing him to a collection of carnally attractive bits while entirely ignoring his personality, ignoring him as a person all together. She spoke in a deep, carnal tone, “Also; if you are not hung, then you can make me think you are by taking it nice and slow. Wait till you’re fully aroused and only then take off the cloth.”

She stepped back letting those paws slide gently from his body, the claws of which leaving lines not only in his fur, but on the skin beneath as little pin drops of blood where hiding beneath that soft fur in places. “Oh,... But not this time. You don't get that option. I want to see what you’re working with. Right. Now.” And with that she grabbed that strip of cloth that ran over his silver chain belt, under his tail, between his legs, and covering up his bits by running back up over the front of the chain. She gave it one hard tug ripping that soft silk from his body leaving him dressed in nothing but fine silver chains, crested with filigrees, jewels, and a few more strands of silk on his arms and legs that covered nothing but only added to the aesthetic of it all. She took that now free bit of cloth and slipped it around his neck, before tying it into a big purple bow that covered up the collar for the time being. “Now, Show us the goods... slave.”

The buck was beyond stunned by all of this, simply standing there with his back to the both of them now exposed once more, and feeling so thoroughly violated. And the way she drug out that word, slave... It reminded him of the Kirin. The tone, and implication of that word being like a nail beneath the hammer of a skilled carpenter. Driven home to completion with one deft stroke.

He tried to put her advice to use, but made the mistake of keeping his back to them, while the tigress had moved to sit on the coffee table closer to the show. Her eyes indeed locked onto that buck’s tight little ass, and indeed salivating. Perhaps not the show he should be putting on if he wanted to escape with his skin intact with her. He was able to deduce this himself well enough, and thought that it was worth risking the displeasure of revealing his genitals to the woman if only to get her mind off of literally eating his ass. 


As such he turned to face them, swaying his hips, and moving his paws along his stomach, and chest with one, and across his thigh and crotch with the other. Though, he was not particularly hung, and in spite of her suggestion, he could not hold off till he was hard, because he could never get hard under these circumstances. Instead what greeted the kirin and the dragon-tiger was an adequate, but admittedly slightly underwhelming sized sheath and heavy jewels. His sheath was only a little under-average when nice and plump, but with him so terrified, and worried his sheath was considerably smaller than even his normal size.

It prompted an audible giggle from the tigress who locked eyes with it and shook her head. “Well I know you never planned on him having to use it with you Sir, but you could have found a slave with a little more meat for your guests at least. I know some of them, like me, at least enjoy a little taste from time to time! With that little cock he’d barely be a snack!” She cackled aloud before a snap came from the kirin’s fingers.  The buck froze stiff at that snap, eyes wide he looked to the kirin. Though, this time, the kirin was not looking at the buck. Instead, glaring at the tigress who’s ears darted back and eyes went wide before standing and promptly bowing towards him. “S-Sorry m’lord!”

The kirin waved a hand dismissively towards the buck while staring at her still, prompting her to quickly walk over, get on her knees before the buck who was frozen in fear as well, and with one quick action she planted a simple kiss on the tip of the buck’s sheath before bowing deeply before him as well, a silent moment of respect following that.

And just as quickly as it had happened, that odd moment was over. The dragon tiger hybrid stood up, walked back to the table, set down, and snapped her fingers before saying sternly. “Carry on... slave.”

Jin, was absolutely befuddled at what had happened. The hybrid and the kirin had seemingly had a silent conversation, and a whole pre-programed routine had been carried out by his silent orders, showing just how deeply this woman respected him. Any doubts about her once having been a slave, where erased instantly, and any questions about how had only been deepened.


But now... the show must go on, and as such the buck started up slow again, moving his hips, his belly, and stroking his paws over himself while the tigress watched on, as if nothing had ever happened.


The kirin watched for a moment or two longer before standing up, patting the woman’s head and scritching lightly at her ears before saying in a tired sort of tone. “You may take him and do whatever you wish with him. So long as he comes back alive, I will be satisfied. Just; remember our deal. Get me that sample, and get it back alive.” To which the tigress stood up, bowed towards him and replied “Yes Master.”

And just like that, the buck was left in the ‘tender mercy’ of that woman. She walked over undid the silk from his neck and tossed it on the floor. “Put that on. We are leaving. And grab your personal care kit. I know he gave you one. You’ll be with me for a while. You’re going to need it. Once you’re done, meet me by the door and be prepared for a bit of harsh treatment. My bloodline is known for beating and eating lesser species. I have appearances to keep. Even if you’re only on loan.”