[b][u][center]A Most Unholy Defeat For Rayoelgatubelo By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Sitting in a room that was shadowed by the Eiffel Tower a continent away from where it was supposed to be built, Isabella of Spain tried to convince herself that she wasn’t having such a bad day, [i]really.[/i] After all, she’d come close to declaring a Diplomatic victory over the entire world, a mere turn away from conquering all of existence with the power of her culture and her people’s greatness. [i]Just a pity that Gandhi blew Barcelona away before I could accomplish that…[/i] As it stood, he had doomed himself shortly afterward. The Mayans had conquered the last of the capitals shortly after her city had been struck down, and now he was floating with the fishes as the nukes of the Mayan culture blew through his subcontinent. It was only a matter of time before the nuclear radiation left India completely destroyed, with their version of Stonehenge sunk into the sea. And their leaders, now, demanded both her surrender and her dignity. She glared at the twin rulers of the Mayan people. Not humans, not like her race, but beasts of a feline persuasion. The younger, a male, was a black-furred creature with strong arms and legs who stood more than a foot taller than her in her best attire. Despite the modern age, he and his...co-monarch...wore little more than the most primitive of garments, garments that didn’t even properly cover their genitals. The other, the older, was female, and while the male’s sex was...somewhat covered, her chest was not. Large, pale-furred breasts pushed forward, her spotted body looking like some more ‘divine’ version of her fellow feline. She smiled, holding a scepter of her own in hand. “It seems as though we’ve put the lie to your supremacy,” the female feline said. “Would you care to argue it again, like last time? Or shall we skip to me and my son taking the prizes that we’re due?” Isabella stopped herself short of snorting in annoyance, but did not restrict her glare. She narrowed her eyes, staring down her nose at the Mayan rulers. “If you think that I will go quietly into this...indignity, then you are completely mistaken. I am Isabella of Spain, and I will not -” “You’ll do what you’re told and like it.” The male feline chuckled as he stretched his arms over his head, the motion not merely showing off his many muscles, but also lifting his loincloth enough to show off the bottom of his testicles. Black-furred orbs that were far too massive for a mere male, it only confirmed to her the bestial nature that he had. Ruled by his privates. She sniffed in annoyance as he approached her, only to yelp as he yanked her arms up and over her head. Isabella squirmed, but she was held tight. “Unhand me, you beast!” “Not likely. Of course, if my mom told me to let you go...What do you say, mom?” “No. She deserves this. Bring her forward...and strip her. I am sick of looking at that excuse of a dress.” “Excuse?! It’s worth more than your whole measly - AH!” She yelped as it was clawed off of her, leaving her with nothing but her bra and her silk leggings and panties. She was pushed forward, barely able to keep up with the panther’s shoves as he pushed her along. Stumbling out of her shoes, she was soon thrown to the floor, landing before the barefoot feline woman. Before she could pull her head up, the beast put its foot on her head, shoving her back to the ground, holding her pinned. “You will lose that pride soon enough. Before the next reset, my son and I will teach you the meaning of service.” “You...foul…” “Casaquir. Remove her coverings.” “With pleasure.” The claws returned, and with them came the feeling of cool air on flesh. Isabella’s eyes could not have been wider as she was suddenly exposed, her clothes thrown in shreds to the ground. She yelped as she covered her chest, feeling her breasts suddenly sagging down as their support was removed, but that was nothing compared to the sudden coldness along her sex. Even before she could cover it, a furred finger found its way inside. She screamed, trying to lift a leg and kick at her attacker, but the panther stopped her without even breaking a sweat. She screamed, she squirmed, but all she did was shake about a bit as her leg was held up high. “Heh...look at you, like a wolf about to mark its territory. Or perhaps a bitch about to mark its yard.” “You…” She had no words anymore, nothing but pure, blind fury in her heart and soul. The queen of Spain - no, any monarch - subjected to this humiliation had the right to fury. No church would have called anger at this debauchery sinful. Before she could spit her venom, the finger inside of her pushed deeper, and her eyes widened, her throat stuffed and gagged with a moan and raw fury at the same time. Neither could escape, not even when the finger inside of her pussy pushed forward, forcing her to hobble along on the floor. She couldn’t believe it. As she was pushed forward, the feline queen spread her legs, showing off a pussy as hairy as any common cunt among the whore people. She tried to turn her head, but the queen caught her with her tail, keeping her moving forward, using it like a leash to gather her into the throne. In seconds, she was buried between furred thighs, her lips glued to a foul, musky sex that must have been used hourly for a smell like this. It smelled strongly of male and female, of dripping need and hot, whorish efforts. She tried to turn her head, only to have clawed fingers push her down from behind. And still her pussy remained filled to the brim with a finger too thick to be believed, the digit turning and spinning in her, forcing her to get wet even as she suppressed screams of outrage. [i]This is not...not...right! I should be…[/i] She wanted to bite, but she knew that she’d be punished if she did that. She wanted to scream, but she knew it would mean nothing. So, she was left with but one choice, and it was the only one that she didn’t want to take. Queen Isabella of Spain, the funder and near-head of the Inquisition, the leader of one of the most cultured lands on the globe...stuck out her tongue and licked. It was hot, wet, bitter, salty. All of the things that she did not want to taste, but was forced to, regardless. She would have preferred to have been in Gandhi’s position, to have been nuked out of existence. At least he wouldn’t be aware of anything until after the reset occurred. She would have begged for the same mercy. “Nnngh!” She went stock-still as the finger in her sex was replaced with the tip of a cock. A fat, barbed tip that didn’t tickle so much as it dragged, and stroked, and scratched at her as it pushed forward. She tried to scream, despite herself, and all that happened was a tightening around her head, her face squished between furred thighs. “She isn’t a very skilled licker...but she’ll learn,” the queen, this ‘Xu’maneem,’ said. “Once she gets over her distaste for pussy.” “Heh, should I fuck her until she can’t think straight, mom?” “It’ll get her more willing, I’m sure. Go ahead.” “Thanks. She’s not biting, is she?” “No more than most.” [i]No more than most?![/i] She opened her mouth, intent on making a statement by biting the woman’s clit off - “NNNNNNNGH!” Only to start moaning as the panther’s cock plunged into her depths, the sudden thrust hitting a woman of chastity with...more pleasure than she expected. Her breath came out in gasps as he buried himself in her depths, her body shaking from head to toe from the sudden intrusion. It didn’t stop there, either. He started pulling back, then slammed in just as hard, his balls slapping her clit in a way that tickled and hurt and felt amazing all at the same time. Her arms shook as he built up a rhythm, already slamming into her hard and fast. Her mouth was shoved back down, and her face ground into the queen’s pussy. Each thrust from behind left her rattled, her sex clenching down in a desperate attempt to either push the feline’s shaft back out or pull it deeper, she honestly wasn’t sure. In and out, in and out it went. And with her mouth wide open, she was forced to suck down juices that she never would have touched, normally. The sex of a woman was not for her to touch, not even her own, as laid down by the church. But now… “Mmmph...mmmph...mmmph!” Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth she was rocked, slammed down onto a cock before shoved forward into a pussy. Her face was soaked, her eyes were glazed over, and she didn’t know which way was up anymore. Forward, back, forward, back, forward, back. Each thrust making her squirm, a little blood running down her legs, but more juices to disguise it. She was being rutted, fucked, used by two of the most bestial people in the world… And her body was loving it as much as her mind was hating it, and her body was far more eloquent about what it needed than her mind was. “She’s not bad. A little bit of a dead fish, though,” the male muttered. “Do we have to keep her?” “Until the next reset, yes,” Xu’maneem said. “Unless you want to go and take Catherine?” “Not after she had that horse…” Isabella groaned. She had no idea what was going on, but she knew one thing. This was her life until the next reset, and she had a horrible feeling that the felines weren’t going to allow a reset for months, if not years… [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]