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This is just a sneak preview of my latest story in progress, which is a
spinoff of The Paddled Princess.  In fact, this is only a small fragment
of the first chapter of this tale.  I'm going ahead and posting it now
just to get it out there so that the few fans I have can get a glimpse
of what I will be working on over the next couple of months.  I will
definitely have plenty of time to write soon, since I am only a couple
days away from taking off for the Middle East, and will be back around
the end of April.  Hopefully by the time I return, I will have this
story finished, and perhaps one or two of my other tales that are
currently in progress.

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                         RedTails : Awakenings

                       Tiger Tiger Burning Bright

                                   By

                              Scarletdown


Chapter I: The Tiger and the Hawk


"Well anyway, I do have work to get back to," Regent Tormanin said, "So
you go see Toraq and have fun. I'll join you if I can. Now good evening
to you, Warden."

"Good night, your excellency," Court Warden Arlin returned. He executed
a graceful bow, then padded down a side corridor to the dungeons to
fetch Master Toraq, while the Regent made his way to his study to carry
on with his official work.

The Tiger swiped his access card through the reader slot by the door to
the dungeon. With a soft whoosh, it slid open, revealing a stone, spiral
starcase that led into the depths of the palace. Instead of the usual
electric lighting, this area was illuminated by old-fashioned torches
set at regular intervals in sconces on the walls. Despite this world's
modern high tech society, Master Toraq preferred to maintain his domain
in the style of old, as the castle was in the days when people travelled
about by carriage, horseback, or on foot. He claimed that keeping a
traditional dungeon instead of modernizing had an indescribable
psychological effect on his charges, leaving no doubt in their minds
that they are here for punishment for their crimes. Arlin could not
argue with the Hawk's logic. The gloomy ambience of the entire dungeon
level gave even him a subtle feeling of forboding and despair. But, he
also found this area rather comfortable in its old school rusticness. Of
course, he would feel differently about that if he was here as a tenant
of Toraq's instead of as a friend and guest.

He reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the reception area.
It was a small chamber with stone walls of course, and a floor of
unfinished wood. There was a large wooden door in the far wall, and to
its left was a large wood desk with a soft, leather-bound chair. The
desk and chair were unoccupied; apparently Toraq had sent Trish home
already. The walls were adorned with numerous paintings depicting
prisoners of various species, male and female undergoing a wide array of
punishments. All of the scenes, despite being rather macabre also
emanated not so subtle erotic overtones. This also enhanced the ambience
of the dungeon, which showed new arrivals that for their crimes, they
would not only be subjected to intense punishments, but also that their
bodies and lives now belonged to Wardens Toraq and Skara-Bree and their
aides. Since the day shift receptionist was not there to admit him, the
Tiger reached into his pocket and extracted an old-fashioned copper key,
one of the palace's original master keys. He inserted it into the
keyhole in the door and gave it a quarter turn. There was a soft click,
then he took a grip on the large iron ring above the keyhole, pulled the
door open, stepped into a narrow, dimly lit, stone corridor, and closed
the door behind him.

Arlin padded down the corridor. The air was pleasantly warm, its heat
provided by the flickering, sputtering torches that lined the walls, and
the stone floor felt cool beneath his unshod feet. In the distance, he
could here the frequent crack of a whip, followed by a pained yelp and
moan from its unfortunate target. It sounded like Master Toraq was still
on duty and working late tonight. Then again, the Dungeon Warden was in
love with his work and was known to put in a lot of overtime. From the
sounds of the victims, Arlin had an idea who Toraq was playing with this
evening. As he rounded a bend in the corridor, which opened out into a
large chamber, considerably bigger than the reception area, the Tiger's
guess proved to be correct. The main chamber, which palace personnel
liked to call the playroom was furnished with several large, wooden
tables, fitted with iron shackles at the corners. All of the thick
wooden floor to ceiling support beams had cast iron rings attached to
them. Additionally, there were wooden chairs lining the walls to the
left and right. These were also fitted with shackles, and their seats
were covered in a loosely woven copper mesh. The far wall had three
dark, narrow passages leading back into the depths of the dungeon where
the prisoners were housed. Another passage in the far right corner had a
sign above it that read 'AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY'. Between the
entrances to the cell blocks, shelves and display cases housed an
impressive collection of tools crucial for administering the Regent's
justice on the miscreants unfortunate to find themselves as guests down
here. None of the tools were lethal, or designed to cause serious
permanent injury or disfigurement, but they were all obviously quite
fearsome, and very effective at administering pain and humiliation on
and in a deserving prisoner's intimate areas. That was, of course,
Master Toraq's favorite place to focus his energies when giving his
charges their workouts, at least those charges who had the assets to get
the Dungeon Warden aroused, such as the pair receiving Toraq's loving
touch in the center of the playroom.

Suspended from heavy chains hanging from the ceiling were two Ornith
Crows, the father/daughter team of Beryl and Darlene, whom Denali had
arrested earlier that evening for armed robbery. The two birds were
bound together face to face with a wide leather belt around their
waists, and their yellow, taloned feet were just barely touching the
floor. Attending to the Crows was a handsome Ornith Hawk, dressed in
nothing but a black leather X-harness. He was circling the shackled up
prisioners as he enthusiastically wielded a long braided four-tail whip,
landing it with expert precision across their backs, bottoms, and
thighs, not hard enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to punish.
The powerful wings protruding from his back were spread wide to help him
maintain his balance and control, and with each stroke of the whip, his
ruddy tailfeathers fanned out and lifted upwards to expose his own
muscular and shapely down-covered rear. As he paced around the Crows,
Arlin could see that he was thoroughly enjoying his task, as the pink
shaft of his cock was fully erect from its sheath. The Crows cried out
and moaned delightfully each time the whip caressed their backsides with
its kiss of fire. To those not familiar with the eccentric ways of
Master Toraq, both prisoners moaning and squirming when one was struck
would seem odd. But Arlin was quite well aware of the Hawk's unique
methods of administering punishment. Judging by the way Beryl and
Darlene's lower halves flexed and thrust against each other, the Tiger
was fairly certain that they were actually coupled together, and Toraq
had inserted a stimulator probe into the area between Beryl's sex and
ass in order to keep him hard inside his daughter throughout the
whipping. Finally, the Hawk noticed Arlin's presence. He paused in his
task, giving the Crows a brief respite from their ordeal, cocked his
feathery head to one side, and waved to his visitor.


"Ah, good evening, Court Warden," he said. His voice was gentle and
soothing, "Forgive me for not noticing you standing there earlier. As
you can see, I was rather wrapped up in my work. These two are proving
to be a fine treat that Otter lass delivered to me tonight."

Arlin glanced down at the Hawk's erection and smiled, "Aye, I had a
feeling you would enjoy prepping Beryl and Darlene. It appears that I
was right."

"Indeed," Toraq agreed, "You know me all too well, Arlin. I am truly
looking forward to beginning their training after their trial tomorrow.
They are going to make for a fine pair of slaves."

"Hopefully, they will end up with the same owner. It would be a pity to
see them taken away from each other."

"Wait a moment," Beryl interrupted, his voice a raspy moan, "Are you
implying that all we've been through since we arrived down here has not
been a part of slave training? I mean, the whippings, that needle-sharp
probe between my intimates, and being forced to engage in incest with my
daughter?"

Master Toraq laughed melodiously and gave the Crow a playful slap on his
feathery butt, "Ah, no, sweet tail, this has been nothing more than your
initial disciplining for your crime. The real training will begin
tomorrow after you are brought before Regent Tormanin for judgment and
sentencing. And son, I can't even begin to describe the activities that
my crew and I have in store for you."

Arlin smirked at the bound birds, "Some of them you may even learn to
enjoy and crave over time."

Darlene glared at the Tiger and snapped back, "Like fuck we will! We are
not going to become slaves. I just know that our counsel will come
through for us and spring us early."

Arlin took a few steps forward and glared back menacingly at the
impudent Ornith girl. In one smooth motion, his lightning crop was in
his hand and fully extended. The rod hissed in a graceful upward arc and
landed squarely under Darlene's tailfeathers, striking dead center
across her sit spot. With the impact, there was a loud snap, and the
girl gave out a pained scream as an intense electric charge rippled
through her bottom. This had a side effect of causing her to tense and
flex, which caused her father to moan helplessly as her sex clenched
tight around his cock, which caused him to finally unload his hot seed
inside her.

Master Toraq's liquid gold eyes were wide as an Owl's, and his beak was
half opened in amazement as the two Crows orgasmed together, "I am truly
impressed," he said in mock awe, "You, my dear friend have the magic
touch. You really should come work with me down here, you know. We would
make a legendary team."

Arlin smiled and shrugged, "Well, you got them primed for me, Toraq. I
could tell when I arrived that they were both close to the brink
already. And as tempting as your suggestion sounds, my place is up top.
 From each according to his abilities, and all that, you know."

Toraq nodded and patted the Tiger on the shoulder, "Yes, as it has
always been and always shall be. Still, you are always welcome down here
any time if you are bored and need some entertainment."

The Tiger idly caressed and kneaded Darlene's sore, abused rump and
nodded thoughtfully, "I will keep your invitation in mind. And by the
way, why are you working alone tonight? Where's the rest of your crew?"


"Ah, I sent them home shortly after these two were checked in. It was a
pretty slow night, and I figured that they could all knock off early."
He coiled up his whip and hung it on his belt, reached up to unlock the
overhead shackles, and unbuckled the belt biding Beryl and Darlene to
each other, "As long as you're down here, would you mind helping me
finish their initial punishment?"

"But of course," Arlin replied. He stood behind Darlene, wrapped his
arms around her waist, and pulled. The girl gave a soft gasp and moan as
her father's cock exited from her depths, still hard and dripping a
trickle of his seed onto the stone floor, "Where do you want her?"

Toraq gestured to one of the work tables, "Over there is fine. Shackle
her down in the invite position." He grabbed Beryl by the shoulder and
guided him to a table facing the one he had directed Arlin to. "Get up
there, turn around, and kneel" he ordered.

The Crow obediently climbed up onto the table, turned and faced the
Dungeon Warden, and dropped to his knees.

"Now, lay down with your arms out, legs spread, and ass in the air."

"Like your daughter, Beryl," Arlin said. Darlene was securely trussed up
on the table facing her father. Her breasts were pressed against the
hard wood table, her tailfeathers were spread and raised, and her bottom
was thrust tantalizingly high in the air, providing easy access to both
her sex and aft channel.

Beryl nodded his head and followed his daughter's lead, presenting his
plush, butt for Toraq's administrations. The Hawk strutted around behind
the Crow, reached between his legs, and yanked out the stimulator probe
that had kept him erect throughout the whipping, causing him to gasp and
squawk loudly. He gasped again when he felt a taloned finger playfully
probe past his southern star and wiggle around inside his nether depths.

"Ah yes," Toraq cooed, "you two are indeed going to be a pleasure to
train. It was most kind of you to commit your armed robbery in my
jurisdiction. I have been needing a good challenge for quite some time,
you know." He removed his finger from the Crow's ass, and stuck it in
his beak, tasting his prisoner's intimate flavor.

"Mmmm, you are quite delicious, you know. Now, I have a special treat
for you and Darlene. Since we are going to become intimately familiar
with your asses, inside and out, we need to get them properly
conditioned and receptive."

Arlin chuckled, "Let me guess, the porcupine shaft?"

Toraq winked and nodded his head, "But of course. Only the best for a
couple hot pieces of tail like these." He sashayed over to one of the
storage shelves and picked up a small glass jar and a pair of rather
long and thick butt plugs. 



******* To Be Continued ********


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