Imprisoned and unable to do anything about it. 


That was the fate of the furious five.


However, things weren’t going to go as simply as that for lord Shen. 


He was going to take part in and enjoy the spoils of his war on the principles of kung-fu itself. Down to the last drop and to the final feather that falls… 


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Illuminated by nothing more than a small red lantern, the stone room acting as his holding cell was nothing but a reminder of the previous events. Knowing sulking wasn’t going to help the situation, Crane continued to struggle with his binds. 


Beak wrapped up, wings bound and his claws locked up by an advanced pair of shackles to keep him from moving around. Strung up and left with only his thoughts and what feels like a pointless struggle. 


That was until his tormentor decided to come back.


As if waiting for the thoughts to cross his mind once again, the tyrant responsible for everything entered his cell, quickly and silently, only the sound of the door locking behind him giving him away. 


Crane looked behind him to see lord Shen, approaching with the same dark grace he did when he first came in. The tickling taps of his iron claws on top of talons. Each step sent the stone in Crane’s stomach deeper and deeper, knowing what was to happen again.


        “I see my favorite prisoner is doing fine, aren’t we?” The slow eloquence of his words seemed to strike at the stone, harder and harder with every letter that comes from him. Crane couldn’t reply with the rope around his beak being as tight as it was. All he could do was shoot a look of small definacne at his captor.
        “Oh dear, not in a talkative mood? Good.” The taps came to an abrupt halt was he stood behind Crane who could only twist his body to watch for what was to happen next.


Lord Shen licked the exposed tail hole of the bird master, letting his silver tongue do its work and have a fine taste of the master. The lord knew what to do, hitting spots that no one should know about. Crane couldn’t move away, only watch with worry as it went on. The worry soon began to transform into self disgust at the reaction the licking was having on his body.


Slowly but surely, his cock came out of hiding. Shen grasped the tail feathers getting in his way with an unforgiving grip and flicking them up, displaying Crane’s shame in full view of the limited light. 


        “My my, aren’t you quite the gifted master?” He laughed. Despite his mocking tone, Shen was impressed with the hearty shaft of the otherwise unimpressive fowl. 


Crane Could only look around Shen, eyes dart around, trying not to meet Shen’s own sharp, cold gaze. The steel tyrant could only laugh at his efforts. Shen gripped the shaft with his feathered limbs, stroking it and feeling the master trying in a futile attempt to get out of his clutches.


        “Oh how the mighty have fallen. The famous Furious Five and Dragon Warrior. All destroyed under my genius.” Crane shook his head. “Oh? You think otherwise? Well listen to me, my dear former master Crane… “ Shen pulled his wing away from the now dripping, eager meat. “There will be nothing in this world, or even the very next that can ever stop me and my weapons. No master. No martial arts. No Dragon Warrior… Nothing.” He hissed the last word, trying to strike down any sense of hope within the bound master of the crane style kung-fu.


Crane denied it. 


With every fiber of his being, he believed that future did not and will not exist.


Shen looked at his now soaked wing and back to Crane. Without breaking contact, he licked the spilled fluids off, tasting the familiar taste of a defeated master. A slave in the making for his own carnal pleasures.


        ‘You won’t win…’ Crane said in the back of his mind. 


Shen noticed the slight shimmer of defiance hiding in the back of Crane’s eyes, hidden under the worried look.


        “Well then… Looks like I’ll need to make sure you understand what kind of position you’re truly in right now. Both mentally and physically.” The grip around his tail feather tightened considerably as he ogled his prize.


Wth his own excited cock at attention, Shen was excited to have another few hours alone with his personal spoils of war toy.


Victory was his.


And an overly definite master wasn’t going to stop him from enjoying the satisfaction of destroying kung-fu and all who call themselves master or otherwise under its banner.