[b][u][center]Bastian Bastardry For Rayoelgatubelo By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] The temples of Bast were inviolate to those that did not follow her teachings as well as to those that did not worship her. To those that worshiped her, however, it was a temple of pleasure and wonder, as well as a place of great horrors to those that were unlucky enough to be offered to those pleasures. Sekhmose was one of those that lived and worshiped beneath the temple roof, an old noble of Egypt that was lucky enough to have secured a good place for himself between several different dynasties. The older were-lion stood at the head of the temple, near the high priestess herself as the captive was brought forth. “Quite dark, isn’t she?” he whispered to Nefermau. “Was she brought from the south?” “Very far south. Doubtless, she will be more pleasing after her transformation,” the haughty housecat muttered. He nodded, though he doubted that would be the case the way that the human was pulling on her ropes with every possible opportunity. She didn’t submit the way that a woman should, nor did she do anything to make it easier on herself. CRACK! In fact, she hit one of her tenders right in the nose, knocking him back hard enough that he almost stumbled over one of the ceremonial braziers. Sekhmose shook his head, waving his arm at some of the warriors at the sides. “Subdue her! Subdue her and bring her to the altar!” The great black cats of Bast did as they were told, leaping from their vantage points and surrounding the human woman. It took little effort from the warriors to pull her arms behind her back and pin her, but it took more for them to pull back. The were-lion saw the way that their cocks were already spilling from their sheaths at the idea of using this human, but their discipline was strong enough for them to hold back. He gestured for them to bring the human forward, weathering the scathing gaze of the high priestess at his side. [i]It is not my fault that your priests are more useless than my warriors,[/i] he thought. [i]If you would train them better…[/i] It didn’t matter in the long run, he supposed. They were still going to get their fun. Nefermau would just be that much more overbearing during the ceremony to make sure that everyone remembered who was really in charge. The dark-skinned human, nearly a true black like the others from her region, was finally brought to the great golden slab. The warriors pulled her arms and legs apart, tying her down on the flat surface beneath the gaze of the statue of Bast behind her. Sekhmose smiled in amusement as the human woman looked at him, her eyes widening. “This...this can’t be…” “You thought the rest of the temple was a dream, then?” “...There was smoke...I could have…” “You were not imagining it.” The lion chuckled as he walked around to the foot of the slab, running his hand along her flesh as he went. She shrunk from him, and no surprise. She was probably terrified out of her mind, wanting to run from the temple more than ever. Not that she would have the chance. Not now. [i]It will be good to feel unwilling flesh again…[/i] Sekhmose had been content with many of the temple whores, considering how well-trained they were, but it was one thing to feel the pleasurable touch of one that wanted you, and quite another to feel the quivering shakes, the sudden tightening clenches of someone that wanted to get away. It had been too long since he had hunted someone properly for the cause of Bast. Not that he could hunt this one, but the thought was pleasant enough. He stroked his hand up her thighs as he started to climb onto the altar, only to be stopped by a sudden slap from the housecat high priestess. He paused, the were-lion looking at her with narrowed eyes. “What?” “I call the blessing of Bast upon this conversion.” [i]The blessing. I suppose…[/i] It annoyed him, but he waited, allowing the feline woman to say what she wanted to say. How the power of Bast would convert those that stood against the power of the goddess, how the Great Cat would spread the purity of feline nature across the world. It was a standard speech that he had heard many times before, though not so often these days. The pharaohs were starting to consolidate power, pulling the focus towards themselves as the godhead rather than towards the many gods worshiped by the temples across the land. Bast was hit particularly hard, her people forced to pay many taxes to the throne of the pharaoh. Their hunts could no longer happen as often as they wished. But they could still savor it when it did. Nefermau flicked a vial of blessed liquid over the human, staining her dark breasts and her crotch. He chuckled as he saw it immediately set in, forcing her nipples hard and her clit to push out a little bit. “Ah...what...what is this?!” the woman asked. “The blessing of Bast. May you find your conversion blessed.” [i]In other words, hot and painful.[/i] It was theoretically the sexual juices of the goddess, but what it mostly did was make someone wet enough to properly fuck. They could be raped properly that way, rather than in a way that blistered and burned the male’s cock with friction. Sekhmose settled himself between the woman’s legs, lowering his cock to touch against her sex. It was wet already, dripping down between her legs to her asshole. She looked up at him, shaking her head repeatedly, begging him with mouthed words not to fuck her. There were even tears in her eyes. It was just enough to make him grin before slamming himself in. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” She screamed at the top of her lungs as his barbed cock rammed into her, spearing through her hymen and into her depths. She arched her back, her legs kicking against their restraints as she tried to escape. It was futile, of course, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t amuse him. Sekhmose chuffed in his lion way, already rocking his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out as fast as he could. She started to open, but it was slow, her panic making her clench down on him so pleasurably well. In and out, in and out he went, always working himself in that much deeper, always grinding into her inner walls to find the spots that would clench on him a little bit tighter, a little bit harder. Soon, he was buried inside of her pussy, his balls resting just above her asshole. He smirked down at her, leaning forward so that they were face to face, nose to muzzle. “Look at that...already so far inside. You must have been popular back at home, human.” “Get out! Take it out!” “Not until I seed you, woman.” The great lion groaned as he started rocking his hips again, pulling back only to slam in harder than ever. The other cats around him were starting to hiss and yowl, the males pulling some of the females off to the side to do a similar thing to him. The great rituals always demanded great pleasure from those that followed the cat goddess. Even Nefermau was fingering herself off to the side, the older priestess sliding her fingers into herself after dabbing them in the juices of the goddess. She seemed to need it, too, from how dry she was initially. Shaking his head in amusement, the lion let himself focus on his own pleasure, dragging it out as his barbed cock slid in and out of the woman beneath him, forcing her to bend and tremble as he broke her open. Her pussy kept trying to clench, kept trying to force him out or keep him from moving, but he was too big, too strong for her to be able to do that with her untrained sex. He gradually pulled back, letting her feel every inch, taking his time to feel her himself. She was so soft inside, so warm, so wet from the drugged juices. She was panting, gasping, looking like a fish out of water as she kept struggling to pull her arms or her legs free from the manacles that held her. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, shrieking for them to let her go, and then shouting in some language that he didn’t know. Sekhmose was an experienced fucker, and he knew how to take his time, how to hold out against even the tightest of pussies. He wanted her to feel her humiliation, know her place beneath all of them, despite her impending transformation. He wanted her to [i]know[/i] that there was no way that she would ever be anything remotely resembling human, resembling normal, again. In, out, in, out, his huffs and puffs staying quiet as he used her. He bit back the temptation to bite at her neck, knowing it could kill her before the transformation took place. His oozing cock was throbbing beneath his calm exterior, though, and he knew that he didn’t have long before he lost control. In, out, in, out, his balls clapping along her ass and taint, feeling her tense against him, her body shaking. He was close to forcing her to cum… And he decided not to let her. Sekhmose groaned as he pulled back to having just the tip of his cock inside of her, the older lion grinning just before roaring his climax. The sudden spray would go deep enough to catch with her, but more importantly, it would keep her from cumming from it. No pleasure for her. No pleasure before pain. The lion dismounted the altar quickly, knowing what was coming next and having no desire to be caught by a flailing leg when the transformation progressed far enough. He’d had that happen before, and it took a couple of days to properly grow his teeth back. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]