Trial of Tomb Stealer 2
The trial begins.
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Trial of Tomb Stealer 2
Laura was standing in the middle of the room with her arms raised as a calico cat dried and powdered her.
"Don't struggle," the calico cat scolded, gently but with a threatening undertone. "If not, we'll torture your little bud."
When the cat pinched Laura's tender bottom flesh, she cried out as pain shot through her. "We'll pull it out and then hammer it onto a board," announced he.
"NO! I promise I won't struggle!"
"Remember, respect our king and do whatever he said."
Ten minutes later, in front of a hall entrance.
"The king is waiting for you now," said the calico cat. "And the crowd is getting impatient."
As soon as Laura walked inside, the hall fell silent. This is NOT good. A cold superstitious fear swept her at this thought.
"What a pretty thief," a Minotaur remarked under her breath.
The crowd kept staring as Laura walked the length of the hall. The dazzle of the spotlights made Laura ill at ease.
"Why did she choose to become a thief," added an owl, running a feather hand through his dark brown hair. "She could just marry with a rich guy and have a happy life."
Laura felt herself blushing again as she saw the naked male guards. Never before had she seen any man completely naked, never, except for her father, of course, and then only from the rear. She had seen young children bathed and such, but that had not prepared her for the sight that now met her gaze.
A grin spread over the king's face, wide and open, showing his over-whitened teeth. In that moment his motives were laid bare; he was a mocker, one who enjoyed whatever torment he could inflict on others.
Laura looked much smaller when the king stood up and overpowered her with his stature. He was easily two hundred pounds and over six feet tall. He studied her for a moment. Her left arm tried to cover up her secret garden while her right arm tried to cover up her udders. She was so ashamed that she could not look him in the face.
"Paws at your sides," the king waited until Laura started to move them. "Spread your legs, face the crowd and raise your tail."
The crowd greeted Laura with boos and hisses.
It was humiliating to be forced to look at them as she uncovered her breasts, blushing heatedly as her paws went to her sides. The crowd; their stares were fixated on her naked breasts and pussy. Her chest heaved as she struggled to fill her lungs with air, but her nipples grew harder even as she tried to will them to shrink. Why my nipples disobeyed my orders?
Laura wished that it was just a dream, and when she woke up she would find herself back in her room, lying on her cozy bed, and going downstairs to find her housekeeper making the delicious sandwich. But she knew that it was no dream. It was real. She was caught red-handed and now the king was going to judge her.
The king walked behind Laura slowly. He put his hands around her waist; her body shivered when he touched the naked skin of her waist. He pressed against her until the tent on his groin touched her lovely, plump ass. She dared not push him away as he caressed her lovingly. His fingers began to move up her naked belly until they cupped her pendulous udders from beneath. Without any warnings, he slapped her breast. She drew a sharp breath. Then he slapped the other one, sending both breasts swaying. "I'm loving them," he sneered, "nice to see, nice to touch, nice to play."
A ripple of laughter went through the crowd.
With gentle fingers, the king tilted Laura's chin upwards until she was looking at him. She was colored like a pomegranate for richness.
"Don't be embarrassed, women are created to please men, now stand still," the king murmured, as if reading Laura's mind.
The king turned and walked to his throne and sat staring at Laura for what seemed an eternity to her. Her anxiety and perplexity increased. What mischief is he up to?
"She is gorgeous and well-developed," the owl told his friend. "I can't wait to fuck her."
All the time there were clucks of admiration from the crowds. Laura hung her head in shame.
"Quiet!" shouted the king suddenly.
The crowd quieted like the dying of a huge fan.
The king scowled at Laura. "Crawl to me, on your belly," said he.
There was a small distance between Laura and the king but she could hear his instructions clearly. The surprise made her eyes pop. She went to all fours, and then lowered herself to her belly.
The king gave Laura a sidelong glance and said, "Spread your legs, raise your tail, and crawl slowly."
The crowd could not keep their eyes off the young lioness. The male furs whistled in appreciation. Laura's heart was hammering away. She had never felt more humiliated in her life. Then, inch by inch, she approached the dais, ascended the steps, and was then before him.
The Minaotor glared at the lioness. "Look at me."
Laura looked up at him tears in her eyes.
"Open your mouth, wider."
The king began to thrust Laura's mouth with his feet.
"MMMMM!!!"
After a while, the king pulled his feet away from Laura's soft tongue and lips. Immediately she wanted to vomit but she failed to do so. As he stood on her back head, her nose and mouth were pressed against the ground. "I am King Sirban," the Minotaur declared, coming right to the point. "Laura, a.k.a Tomb Stealer, is arrested when trying to raid our treasures."
Laura breathed heavily.
Zanra, lean, blond, and in his early forties, was dressed in a lightweight khaki shirt and trousers. "According to the other friends, she also stole treasures from different tombs."
Laura's breathing was labored.
"Tomb Stealer, why are you doing this?"
Of course Laura was speechless.
"You did not respect the deceased one, and you also did not respect me!" declared King Sirban as he stepped down from Laura's head.
"Cook her! Cook her!" The roar of the crowd was deafening.
"No!" Laura's eyes opened wide with alarm. "I promise I'll never steal again!"
Sirban raised both hands. Immediately on his beginning to speak, everyone was silent. "We'll torture her until end of the world!"
The audience showed its approval by applauding.
Laura was paralyzed with fear. She was going to be tortured for at least 30 years, or more!
"Kneel," said Sirban excitedly.
Laura blushed when she saw Sirban's bulging groin, his loincloth barely able to contain it. He let his loincloth slip to the floor, standing naked before the lioness. His hand reached for his penis and stroked it until he felt the head touch her nose. She was revolted by the stench that greeted her.
"Open your mouth."
The smile of triumph was on the king's faces as Laura parted her mouth slowly.
Using both hands, Sirban forced Laura's mouth to open wider until there was a 'crack' sound. He then pushed his dick into her mouth and soon, over 8 inches buried in her virgin mouth, 2 inches still to go. She began to choke as the muscular cock pushed deeper into her skinny throat. "Lick," said he firmly.
Everyone watched as Laura suck the king's cock, but the female furs were jealous that it was not them that had the honor and the male furs were shamed at the size of their prick compared to the king's.
"Deep throat her!" the crowd around Laura chanted loudly. "Deep throat her!"
A few minutes later, Sirban withdrew his dick, grabbed Laura's ears and lifted her high. He then positioned his dick at her vagina's entrance.
"My ears...ARGH!"
Sirban fucked in to the hilt, right through Laura's cherry, and even though her dry pussy was no easy going for him, he knew that the blood from her shattered hymen would lubricate things for him.
"Your chastity is mine," he growled into her ear, bottoming out as the head of his prick nudged her cervix. He squirmed around with his hard cock inside her, wanting to feel every inch of her torn pussy. "Your babies are also mine."
Laura was already crying harder than she ever had before, but Sirban's last statement brought forth a new wave of hysteria from her. Her whole body was wracked with her sobbing now, the pain from her brutalized cunt adding desperation to her writhing. He had ruined her life with his monster prick, had brought her pain and was now destroying her chance for a happy life with friends. She felt dirty beneath him. She did not want to give him baby.
Sirban pulled back slowly now, watching as his cock came from her cunt, stained red with her blood. He knew that his withdrawal was hurting Laura as the massive girth of his prick rubbed against the tattered ruins of her cherry. He was happy about that, because the thief needed some pain right now. He fucked back into her, his passage easier this time with the lubrication of her blood.
Ten minutes later, the crowd began to worry about Laura.
Laura was foaming at the mouth. Her eyes started rolling back in her head. Her voice trailed away to nothing. This was her first time having countless orgasms. Juice and blood were leaking from her pussy. She was in the place between pleasure and pain. She had never been fucked so savagely before.
Some male furs could not endure anymore and began to masturbate.
Even some female furs squirted secretly.
But the king refused to ejaculate. He shoved his cock into Laura again, with more force, stabbing her womb with his weapon of flesh. He fucked her harder and harder. He shoved his dick in repetitively - pushed, shoved, thrust, smacked her ass, cupped her tits, and rammed his dick until every inch was embedded deep inside her.
Fifteen minutes later, the king finally ejaculated.
Laura fell to the ground in a dead faint. When she came, she felt immensely relieved.
Rokira began to check Laura's condition.
Laura's pussy was gasping like a goldfish who'd just landed on the shag-pile carpet. Her eyes had become dull and remote. She shivered with her depression of mind and body. A skunk threw a bucketful of cold water over her to sober her up. Immediately she shook her head in bewilderment.
Rokira gave the king a thumb-up sign.
The crowd could breathe easier now.
Sirban then grabbed Laura's shoulders and turned her over, so she lay face-down on her stomach. She shivered as she felt his fingers skimmed over the curve of her bottom. He smiled, the young thief has the cutest bottom - firm and soft at all the right places. Slowly he inserted his finger into her tail hole, making her body jerk. Stretching the small ring of muscle, he inserted a second finger. She screamed as she tried to pull away from his touch. Rokira's strong arm held Laura despite her struggles and convulsive sobs wracked her when she was unable to dislodge his fingers.
A few minutes later, Sirban managed to insert all fingers into Laura's anus. She cried out with pain when his thick fingers attacked her rectum.
Spontaneously the crowd began to clap and presently the hall was loud with applause.
When Sirban withdrew his fist, there was a loud 'pop' and Laura farted loudly. Immediately the hall echoed with the crowd's laughter.
"Alright, you all now can gang bang her!" declared Sirban.
Laura struggled and struggled, but could not get on her feet.
A Minotaur came and parted Laura's secret garden. He was searching for something and finally he found it. He discussed his plan with Rokira.
Rokira opened her mouth as if to reply, then slowly shut it. "I don't know," she admitted. From the serious face of Rokira, Laura knew the seriousness of the matter.
Suddenly Laura felt a sharp pain in her pee hole. The Minotaur was trying to insert his dry dick into her urethral hole. Laura was so astonished that she could not suppress a cry but she was powerless to resist.
"Don't worry," said Rokira, turning to Laura. "Your pee hole won't be torn, hopefully."
When the Minotaur began to thrust Laura's urethral hole, she pleaded them to kill her now. Being a girl she imagined this as the most sudden and intense menstrual cramps a girl could ever have.
"Let's give her multiple penetrations," a dog suggested.
Laura never felt so humiliated, standing naked in the hall, cum running down her leg to puddle at her feet. Her virginity was taken and then discarded like a common street whore.
That evening, the same calico cat dragged Laura back to the room. Rokira came to examine Laura's condition.
"See? Your pee hole is still alright, I guess. Now, on all fours," said Rokira with a mischievous look in her eyes.
Laura thought that they were going to gang bang her again but Rokira placed a plate of food before Laura's face. "Your pee hole is damn solid," said Rokira with a sneer.
While Laura was eating, Rokira applied some medicines to her wounds.
The calico cat arched an eyebrow imperiously. "We'll come up with a new method to clean your body."
After they left, Laura had drifted into a light sleep.
To be continued.