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TLDR: Anthro lioness gets tortured by an undead, gone wrong, gone sexual", "writing": "Alanis slowly opened her eyes, feeling the worst hangover of her life; it was as if someone pushed a shard of glass through her forehead and into her brain. She tried to touch her head, to see if she was bleeding, but instead her heart skipped as she found out that she couldn’t move her arms. Abruptly, all her memories returned to her, her journey to the bastion, the attack and her escape. Putting one and one together, she immediately sensed that she was in trouble.\n\nPaying closer attention to her surrounding, she realized that she had been tied up to a wooden ram, with both her legs and arms held spread apart and fixed in place. She could also feel that her tail was being forcibly kept raised, most likely being affixed to the ceiling by a piece of rope. This wasn’t her first time in a torture chamber, albeit none of those before was as dark as this one, and none of them evoked as much dread in her. Alanis had her share of scars and half-healed wounds, but she never wanted to obtain herself more, knowing far too well that even she was mortal.\n\nSteps echoed through the room; someone was making their way towards her. Long before they reached her, her feline sense of smell kicked in, as an awful stench of disease, excrements and decomposing flesh filled the air. Its strength brought tears into her eyes, but she quickly composed herself, already preparing countless excuses, promises and oaths in her mind, through which she wanted to win her freedom back from her jailors.\n\nIt wouldn’t work, it never did, but that would hardly dissuade people from trying it over and over again. Young Al was no different in this regard.\n\n“Who are you?!” she yelled out into the darkness, upon growing anxious, as she kept hearing steps, but no one seemed to be coming. There was no response.\n\nFive more minutes have passed. All of them filled with the sound of approaching steps, seemingly not belonging to anyone, as their owner never came. It had to be some kind of a psychological torture, Alanis thought, someone was trying to mentally abuse her, likely before moving on to the physical part.\n\n“Analis what a pretty name,\nshe’s a lion without a mane.\nAnal is gonna take place,\nfor her tailhole we shall race.”\n\nStrangely enough, hearing a poem witch her own name ridiculously butchered, being sung by a chorus of throaty voices in a haunted fortress, made her immediately burst out laughing. Much to the disgruntlement of her captor, if that could be judged from the sudden shift of mood within the torture room.\n\n“SILENCE! You stupid little cunt.” It was that voice again, the one she had heard before she has rendered herself unconscious.\n\n“DO YOU think this is funny? A little joke to scare a little lioness away? Do you think you are gonna survive this? I wanted them to just beat you up a little and then kill you, because your intentions seemed honourable enough. I did not want you to suffer for long, but you have changed my mind!” Anger and loathing were filling the voice of the unknown being, forcing Alanis to immediately shut up and re-evaluate her action.\n\n“I will have you turned into a cum rag for this! Before long, you will be begging to have your throat shredded. They will tear off your limbs and violate your little cunt with them! Ohh, I wonder how far they will shove your arms until your uterus gives way and you bleed to death, like the little whore you are!”\n\nThe change in tone was dumbfounding, it left Alanis desperately trying and failing to understand what she was being told. This was uncalled for, was her little transgression really the precursor to this storm of hate and loathing? For yet another time since her arrival here, she was truly afraid. Scared, but still hopeful, that this would all have a good ending. Briefly, her mind wandered towards Trissa, her childhood friend. She belonged to the cheetah subspecies of their race, making her much smaller than Al, but it was her, who always got the two of them in trouble. Alanis was always the good one. How the tables have turned.\n\n“No need to be stretching this out, meet your company for the night!”\n\nWith those words, she could once again hear footsteps approaching from the darkness. They belonged to a single human man, or rather the walking remains of one; his left eye was missing, the right one was as pale as milk, his guts were exposed for the world to see, and his skin was torn and shredded basically everywhere on his body. Down between his legs, Al could see his average-sized pecker, half rotten and dotted with white maggots. The sight nearly made her retch, but that could’ve also been attributed to the putrid stench, that filled the room upon his arrival.\n\n“I. CAPTOR. MUNGUS.”\n\nThe corpse’s voice sounded like a rattle of chains. There was nothing remotely human about it, nothing a single bit familiar, only coldness and despair. Al’s heart sunk a little, how was she to negotiate with this? She even planned on offering herself to her captors, in order to win their favours, but that was instantly off the table, now.\n\n“I. MUNGUS. BREAK. KITTY.”\n\nThe corpse’s lower mandible wasn’t even attached to its head anymore, how the hell was it even speaking? Al’s muzzle contorted in disgust.\n\n“I. MUNGUS.” One of its cold hands with missing fingers suddenly smacked one of Al’s thighs, hard enough to make her yelp in surprise, but not hard enough to leave any permanent damage. “TORCHURE. KITTY.”\n\nThis finally made the lioness snap back into reality. However strange the unfolding scene may have been, she was still bound and in a very real danger.\n\n“Listen, Mungus,” she tried her hardest to sound friendly, even putting on a smile for the thing, “there is no reason the two of us couldn’t be friends, you know?”\n\n“WHAT. DOES. KITTY. MEAN.”\n\nThe corpse just stood there motionless, its single eye looking through the captive lioness, rather than at her.\n\n“Kitty means we could hang out, play some games, eat some food,” she stopped there for a moment, thinking whether the undead even needed to eat, “or, you know, do what you like.”\n\n“GAME. MUNGUS. PLAY. GAME. WITH. KITTY.”\n\nThis made Al smile a bit. Finally, she was getting somewhere.\n\n“Riiight, Mungus, sooo, first, you gotta untie me, then we’ll–“ she never got time finish the sentence, as her captor suddenly forced one of his decaying fingers into her virgin tailhole, eluding a long scream from the lioness.\n\n“Noooooo!” Her breathing suddenly turned rapid and laboured, and she desperately kept trying to turn her head backwards, to better see what he was doing. To no avail, her restraints were sturdy enough. Al could however feel the corpse continuously fingering her forbidden hole, slowly inserting its finger in and out again.\n\n“W-Why are you doing this, Mungus?”\n\nIt wasn’t as much painful, as it was unpleasant. Triply so, knowing who the perpetrator was and the state of his body.\n\n“MUNGUS. LIKE. KITTY. KITTY. LIKE. MUNGUS. WE. FRENDS.”\n\nUpon uttering those words, Mungus forced a second finger into Alanis’ tight butt. She yelped again in discomfort, it did not hurt much, but as there was no lubrication so some pain was still to be expected. Her tight anus was slowly, but steadily, getting stretched out and there was nothing she could do about it.\n\n“M-Mungus. Perhaps we c-could come to an agreement.”\n\nHer voice was trembling, faltering every time the corpse’s fingers went in and out of her tailhole. She wasn’t particularly experienced when it came to sex, doubly so, when it came to her butt. This was the first time that she had anything inserted back there and even now, she knew that she didn’t want to do this again.\n\n“WHAT. AGREEMINT. MUNGUS. LIKE. THIS.”\n\nMungus stopped as suddenly as he had started before. Seemingly waiting for her to answer, while locking his gaze with her backend. Her tight little pucker quickly constricted itself, returning to its original looseness, or more precisely the lack of it. Quite a few pieces of rotten flesh and skin, with a few white maggots wriggling around, remained around her anus, serving as evidence of what had just transpired. Alanis could feel those worms, but what was worse than that, she could feel some of them still inside her.\n\n“Well, that’s just bloody disgusting. Isn’t it?” The lioness was trying hard to think this through, if the creature was listening to her, it could be bargained with. Or so she was hoping.\n\n“DISGUSTING. WHAT.”\n\n“Nothing at all,” she immediately took on placating the undead, “I was just thinking out loud.”\n\n“YES. THINK. LOUD. MUNGUS. THINK. NOT. THINK. HURT. MUNGUS.”\n\nShe put on a confused expression but decided not to press the matter. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to her, the lioness decided to play it safe and instead of creating some complex plan, she chose to keep it simple for the corpse.\n\n“If you undo my restraints, I am going to give you a priceless treasure.” Alanis spoke to Mungus, like you would speak to a child. Trying to be as coherent as possible and carefully enacting her role of a market merchant, trying to sell their goods.\n\n“WHAT. TREASURE. MUNGUS. LIKE. PUPPIES.”\n\nIts response took her by surprise, to put it mildly.\n\n“You WHAT?”\n\n“MUNGUS. LIKE. PUPPIES. SILLY. LION.”\n\n“Like, like eating them, or –“ she tried hard to look at the undead, in attempt to better read his intentions, but her restraints still refrained her from doing so.\n\n“YOU. NO. EAT. PUPPIES!”\n\nShe was too slow to notice that her captor suddenly fell into a state similar to rage. Without a word of warning, Mungus formed a little duck beak with all the fingers of his right hand, before suddenly forcing them all into her tight lion pussy. She immediately cried out in a mixture of pain and confusion, violently twitching against her bindings, desperately trying to break herself free. It was of no use. Slowly, but steadily, his rotten fingers were making their way into her body, scratching her vaginal walls and spreading them uncomfortably. Soon enough, Mungus’ fingers were inside up to their knucklebones.\n\n“Stooop! It fucking hurts!” Alanis yelled out in pain, with tears forming in her eyes. She felt him slowly tearing her love-canal in several spots and now the lioness couldn’t think of anything but getting him out of there. “I said fucking stop, you piece of shit cadaver!”\n\nJust before her labia gave way, and let his knuckles in, effectively allowing the corpse fist her, Mungus finally heeded to her desperate protests and yanked his hand out of her. Her pussy was left bloodied and gapping, with many small tears forming around both its outer and inner walls. It was red and swollen, but luckily enough not ruined for good. Al sighed in relief, she could still heal and recover. Now that her ordeal was over, she started sobbing uncontrollably. It was too much for the poor lioness, she wasn’t used to such a treatment.\n\n“I-I love puppies, Mungus.” She uttered between her heavy breaths, “I wouldn’t ever dream of eating them.”\n\n Mungus seemed pleased with her answer, but his hand remained positioned dangerously close to her gaping genitalia. Drips of her blood adorned his rotting flesh, in exchange for a few worms, now adorning her violated cunt.\n\n“I’ll give you a puppy, if you let me go.” She wasn’t thinking straight as uttered those words, simply muttering them whilst thinking about her situation. That much more was she surprised, when Mungus responded.\n\n“MUNGUS. ACCEPT. MUNGUS. FREE. KITTY. KITTY. BRING. PUPPY. MUNGUS. HAPPY.”\n\nAlmost immediately, the undead started undoing her restraints, freeing her legs and arms, and allowing her to stretch herself after hours in captivity. She purred like a housecat, finally expelling the pain away from her aching muscles. She was sore all over her body, from the uncomfortable position she was restrained in, the sorest place were her genitals though. The lioness wanted to pee quite badly, but she couldn’t even imagine doing that now.\n\n“You’ve done the right thing,” Alanis forced a smile towards the undead, slowly yet steadily reversing towards her weapons on a wooden table next to a pillar, “thank you, for freeing me.”\n\nWith those words, she quickly grabbed her sword and swung it towards Mungus’ neck, decapitating him without much effort. His final expression almost resembled that of shock or a surprise, if corpses were capable of such emotions.\n\nAlanis was finally free. Now she had to find her way out of this bloody castle.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThank you for reading the second part of my story about Alanis. I hope you liked it! As always, my apologies for any grammar mistakes, I am not a native English speaker.\n\nHope you are having a good day.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Alanis slowly opened her eyes, feeling the worst hangover of her life; it was as if someone pushed a shard of glass through her forehead and into her brain. She tried to touch her head, to see if she was bleeding, but instead her heart skipped as she found out that she couldn’t move her arms. Abruptly, all her memories returned to her, her journey to the bastion, the attack and her escape. Putting one and one together, she immediately sensed that she was in trouble.

Paying closer attention to her surrounding, she realized that she had been tied up to a wooden ram, with both her legs and arms held spread apart and fixed in place. She could also feel that her tail was being forcibly kept raised, most likely being affixed to the ceiling by a piece of rope. This wasn’t her first time in a torture chamber, albeit none of those before was as dark as this one, and none of them evoked as much dread in her. Alanis had her share of scars and half-healed wounds, but she never wanted to obtain herself more, knowing far too well that even she was mortal.

Steps echoed through the room; someone was making their way towards her. Long before they reached her, her feline sense of smell kicked in, as an awful stench of disease, excrements and decomposing flesh filled the air. Its strength brought tears into her eyes, but she quickly composed herself, already preparing countless excuses, promises and oaths in her mind, through which she wanted to win her freedom back from her jailors.

It wouldn’t work, it never did, but that would hardly dissuade people from trying it over and over again. Young Al was no different in this regard.

“Who are you?!” she yelled out into the darkness, upon growing anxious, as she kept hearing steps, but no one seemed to be coming. There was no response.

Five more minutes have passed. All of them filled with the sound of approaching steps, seemingly not belonging to anyone, as their owner never came. It had to be some kind of a psychological torture, Alanis thought, someone was trying to mentally abuse her, likely before moving on to the physical part.

“Analis what a pretty name,
she’s a lion without a mane.
Anal is gonna take place,
for her tailhole we shall race.”

Strangely enough, hearing a poem witch her own name ridiculously butchered, being sung by a chorus of throaty voices in a haunted fortress, made her immediately burst out laughing. Much to the disgruntlement of her captor, if that could be judged from the sudden shift of mood within the torture room.

“SILENCE! You stupid little cunt.” It was that voice again, the one she had heard before she has rendered herself unconscious.

“DO YOU think this is funny? A little joke to scare a little lioness away? Do you think you are gonna survive this? I wanted them to just beat you up a little and then kill you, because your intentions seemed honourable enough. I did not want you to suffer for long, but you have changed my mind!” Anger and loathing were filling the voice of the unknown being, forcing Alanis to immediately shut up and re-evaluate her action.

“I will have you turned into a cum rag for this! Before long, you will be begging to have your throat shredded. They will tear off your limbs and violate your little cunt with them! Ohh, I wonder how far they will shove your arms until your uterus gives way and you bleed to death, like the little whore you are!”

The change in tone was dumbfounding, it left Alanis desperately trying and failing to understand what she was being told. This was uncalled for, was her little transgression really the precursor to this storm of hate and loathing? For yet another time since her arrival here, she was truly afraid. Scared, but still hopeful, that this would all have a good ending. Briefly, her mind wandered towards Trissa, her childhood friend. She belonged to the cheetah subspecies of their race, making her much smaller than Al, but it was her, who always got the two of them in trouble. Alanis was always the good one. How the tables have turned.

“No need to be stretching this out, meet your company for the night!”

With those words, she could once again hear footsteps approaching from the darkness. They belonged to a single human man, or rather the walking remains of one; his left eye was missing, the right one was as pale as milk, his guts were exposed for the world to see, and his skin was torn and shredded basically everywhere on his body. Down between his legs, Al could see his average-sized pecker, half rotten and dotted with white maggots. The sight nearly made her retch, but that could’ve also been attributed to the putrid stench, that filled the room upon his arrival.

“I. CAPTOR. MUNGUS.”

The corpse’s voice sounded like a rattle of chains. There was nothing remotely human about it, nothing a single bit familiar, only coldness and despair. Al’s heart sunk a little, how was she to negotiate with this? She even planned on offering herself to her captors, in order to win their favours, but that was instantly off the table, now.

“I. MUNGUS. BREAK. KITTY.”

The corpse’s lower mandible wasn’t even attached to its head anymore, how the hell was it even speaking? Al’s muzzle contorted in disgust.

“I. MUNGUS.” One of its cold hands with missing fingers suddenly smacked one of Al’s thighs, hard enough to make her yelp in surprise, but not hard enough to leave any permanent damage. “TORCHURE. KITTY.”

This finally made the lioness snap back into reality. However strange the unfolding scene may have been, she was still bound and in a very real danger.

“Listen, Mungus,” she tried her hardest to sound friendly, even putting on a smile for the thing, “there is no reason the two of us couldn’t be friends, you know?”

“WHAT. DOES. KITTY. MEAN.”

The corpse just stood there motionless, its single eye looking through the captive lioness, rather than at her.

“Kitty means we could hang out, play some games, eat some food,” she stopped there for a moment, thinking whether the undead even needed to eat, “or, you know, do what you like.”

“GAME. MUNGUS. PLAY. GAME. WITH. KITTY.”

This made Al smile a bit. Finally, she was getting somewhere.

“Riiight, Mungus, sooo, first, you gotta untie me, then we’ll–“ she never got time finish the sentence, as her captor suddenly forced one of his decaying fingers into her virgin tailhole, eluding a long scream from the lioness.

“Noooooo!” Her breathing suddenly turned rapid and laboured, and she desperately kept trying to turn her head backwards, to better see what he was doing. To no avail, her restraints were sturdy enough. Al could however feel the corpse continuously fingering her forbidden hole, slowly inserting its finger in and out again.

“W-Why are you doing this, Mungus?”

It wasn’t as much painful, as it was unpleasant. Triply so, knowing who the perpetrator was and the state of his body.

“MUNGUS. LIKE. KITTY. KITTY. LIKE. MUNGUS. WE. FRENDS.”

Upon uttering those words, Mungus forced a second finger into Alanis’ tight butt. She yelped again in discomfort, it did not hurt much, but as there was no lubrication so some pain was still to be expected. Her tight anus was slowly, but steadily, getting stretched out and there was nothing she could do about it.

“M-Mungus. Perhaps we c-could come to an agreement.”

Her voice was trembling, faltering every time the corpse’s fingers went in and out of her tailhole. She wasn’t particularly experienced when it came to sex, doubly so, when it came to her butt. This was the first time that she had anything inserted back there and even now, she knew that she didn’t want to do this again.

“WHAT. AGREEMINT. MUNGUS. LIKE. THIS.”

Mungus stopped as suddenly as he had started before. Seemingly waiting for her to answer, while locking his gaze with her backend. Her tight little pucker quickly constricted itself, returning to its original looseness, or more precisely the lack of it. Quite a few pieces of rotten flesh and skin, with a few white maggots wriggling around, remained around her anus, serving as evidence of what had just transpired. Alanis could feel those worms, but what was worse than that, she could feel some of them still inside her.

“Well, that’s just bloody disgusting. Isn’t it?” The lioness was trying hard to think this through, if the creature was listening to her, it could be bargained with. Or so she was hoping.

“DISGUSTING. WHAT.”

“Nothing at all,” she immediately took on placating the undead, “I was just thinking out loud.”

“YES. THINK. LOUD. MUNGUS. THINK. NOT. THINK. HURT. MUNGUS.”

She put on a confused expression but decided not to press the matter. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to her, the lioness decided to play it safe and instead of creating some complex plan, she chose to keep it simple for the corpse.

“If you undo my restraints, I am going to give you a priceless treasure.” Alanis spoke to Mungus, like you would speak to a child. Trying to be as coherent as possible and carefully enacting her role of a market merchant, trying to sell their goods.

“WHAT. TREASURE. MUNGUS. LIKE. PUPPIES.”

Its response took her by surprise, to put it mildly.

“You WHAT?”

“MUNGUS. LIKE. PUPPIES. SILLY. LION.”

“Like, like eating them, or –“ she tried hard to look at the undead, in attempt to better read his intentions, but her restraints still refrained her from doing so.

“YOU. NO. EAT. PUPPIES!”

She was too slow to notice that her captor suddenly fell into a state similar to rage. Without a word of warning, Mungus formed a little duck beak with all the fingers of his right hand, before suddenly forcing them all into her tight lion pussy. She immediately cried out in a mixture of pain and confusion, violently twitching against her bindings, desperately trying to break herself free. It was of no use. Slowly, but steadily, his rotten fingers were making their way into her body, scratching her vaginal walls and spreading them uncomfortably. Soon enough, Mungus’ fingers were inside up to their knucklebones.

“Stooop! It fucking hurts!” Alanis yelled out in pain, with tears forming in her eyes. She felt him slowly tearing her love-canal in several spots and now the lioness couldn’t think of anything but getting him out of there. “I said fucking stop, you piece of shit cadaver!”

Just before her labia gave way, and let his knuckles in, effectively allowing the corpse fist her, Mungus finally heeded to her desperate protests and yanked his hand out of her. Her pussy was left bloodied and gapping, with many small tears forming around both its outer and inner walls. It was red and swollen, but luckily enough not ruined for good. Al sighed in relief, she could still heal and recover. Now that her ordeal was over, she started sobbing uncontrollably. It was too much for the poor lioness, she wasn’t used to such a treatment.

“I-I love puppies, Mungus.” She uttered between her heavy breaths, “I wouldn’t ever dream of eating them.”

 Mungus seemed pleased with her answer, but his hand remained positioned dangerously close to her gaping genitalia. Drips of her blood adorned his rotting flesh, in exchange for a few worms, now adorning her violated cunt.

“I’ll give you a puppy, if you let me go.” She wasn’t thinking straight as uttered those words, simply muttering them whilst thinking about her situation. That much more was she surprised, when Mungus responded.

“MUNGUS. ACCEPT. MUNGUS. FREE. KITTY. KITTY. BRING. PUPPY. MUNGUS. HAPPY.”

Almost immediately, the undead started undoing her restraints, freeing her legs and arms, and allowing her to stretch herself after hours in captivity. She purred like a housecat, finally expelling the pain away from her aching muscles. She was sore all over her body, from the uncomfortable position she was restrained in, the sorest place were her genitals though. The lioness wanted to pee quite badly, but she couldn’t even imagine doing that now.

“You’ve done the right thing,” Alanis forced a smile towards the undead, slowly yet steadily reversing towards her weapons on a wooden table next to a pillar, “thank you, for freeing me.”

With those words, she quickly grabbed her sword and swung it towards Mungus’ neck, decapitating him without much effort. His final expression almost resembled that of shock or a surprise, if corpses were capable of such emotions.

Alanis was finally free. Now she had to find her way out of this bloody castle.

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Thank you for reading the second part of my story about Alanis. I hope you liked it! As always, my apologies for any grammar mistakes, I am not a native English speaker.

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