" I'm going to give you pleasure so good you'll forget your name... "

― Jacintha Topaz, Purr Scent I: The Meeting

PART II.

The unearthly roar echoed in his auditive cavities and for a brief moment, he wondered if the matron had led him to a R'ksa 's dirty nest. Something grabbed his dreadlocks and pulled him backwards. His response was automatic, he reached back, his talons grabbing at the arm that held him. It was impossibly thick, almost the width of one of his legs.

-" Yabh v'rta?! " he snarled, he caught a quick glimpse of whatever was holding him just as a huge pale fist smashed into his face. He saw stars. Another hit flattened him and he was pinned to the ground.

A spurt of bright, fluorescent blood flew from Gar'ja's mouth, it splashed up against his crest. Looking down at him, naked from the waist up, was a huge female. Her milky pallid skin was adorned with tribal scarifications, exotic and deliberate swirls across her scales. Her rouge eyes gazed at him curiously.

-"What do you bring us?!" she hissed, raising her eyes towards the matron.

-"This Kau'tika is looking for a challenge ," the matron rasped.

-" Kau'tika ?!" the huge albino female exclaimed insultingly. Gar'ja would have growled had she not bent down and proceeded to lift him up by his dreadlocks so that they were face to face. He hissed while she turned him around to examine his body carefully. "He has no scars, I thought he was a youngling."

The pain in the nerve endings of his tresses was excruciating, lightning touched every bone down his spine. It had been many cycles since he'd taken that kind of punishment, last time was when he had been a pup. She tossed him like a ragdoll against the dungeon's wall.

-"You're going to need all your zak'ti for what's next, male ."

Gar'ja jumped up and roared defiantly. He spread his arms and prepared to fight. He would not go down easily, it wasn't the first time he found himself outnumbered and outclassed; and if he survived it wouldn't be his last.

-"Now, Bhu'ta ," the matron purred at her female companion, "soften him up a little before we start."

Bhu'ta clicked with excitement. Gar'ja evaluated her: massive, even taller than the matron, muscular, and arrogant. She had a longer reach, a powerful torso, and her pale dreadlocks were translucent and longer than his.

Gar'ja deduced that despite the obvious physical advantage she had, he was agile. His speed had afforded him many victories in the past, this would be no different. If he placed himself in the right position, he would subjugate the female quickly.

He lunged, and Bhu'ta moved to intercept, but Gar'ja feint and slid across the stone floor between the female's legs. He immediately rose behind her and climbed up onto her back, ready to bite into her thick neck.

She reacted faster than he had expected. Bhu'ta butted him back, and grabbed his shoulder without even turning around, her talons digging into his scales. It was with minimal effort on her part that she threw him over her shoulder to the floor at her feet. She gave him a kick that sent him rolling towards the matron, who stepped on his chest and clicked disapprovingly.

"I begin to question your abilities," she spat down at him before she kicked him away, "Get up, mur'kha !" She commanded.

Gar'ja struggled to his feet, his chest aching where the matron had stepped on him. He took quick stock of himself, no broken bones... yet .

-"Come, worm !" Bhu'ta taunted, "Or are you a ghomon ?"

He was no fool, he knew what she was trying to do. Gar'ja left the initiative to the female, he ignored her insults. He would not lose his temper, he would maintain control. She threw a punch, the force of it would have knocked him out had he not sidestepped. Ducking beneath her haymaker, he countered by jumping and kicking the albino giantess in the face.

She stumbled back, he assumed he'd stunned her momentarily and moved in to claim his victory when he realized his mistake. He hadn't stunned her at all, he'd infuriated her. Gar'ja had put himself within reach of her long arms. She grabbed him by the head with both paws and squeezed him.

-"No M'rkata has touched me in cycles!" Bhu'ta roared, her muscles bulging as she tightened even more. Gar'ja felt his skull compress, thwei was flooding into his head, and his eyeballs were beginning to pop.

-"Enough, Bhuta!" the matron ordered, "it's my turn."

Bhu'ta relaxed her grip, and just in time - a moment longer and his skull would have flattened like a fruit. He had time to feel relief before the female head-butted him hard and everything turned to darkness.

- o -

Gar'ja slowly opened his eyes in the dark. Something was wrong… he immediately realized what it was - he was hanging upside down . His body swayed gently, his dreadlocks almost touching the stone floor.

He bent upward, reaching for the restraints on his ankles. The effort exacerbated the aches from the blows he'd received in his abdomen, but he ignored it. Heavy shackles held his feet firmly. He put his fingers between the iron rings and pulled hard, trying in vain to free himself.

-"I thought you said that there was no creature that you had not subdued, weakling ." The matron scoffed at him. "Your reputation has been exaggerated."

-"My name is Gar'ja, son of Ghora'an," he declared proudly, and swayed trying to make eye contact with the matron, a few steps from him.

-" Your name ," the older female corrected him, pausing deliberately, "is whatever we say it is," she smiled cruelly, "you are... z'van ."

He snarled savagely, "You dar-!?"

The mistress silenced him with a hard hit on the belly, "A z'van does not speak." She twirled her ornate baton expertly as his body spun on the chain. The matron stopped him, Bhu'ta chirped behind her with satisfaction.

-"Rise him up," The matron ordered.

Bhu'ta obeyed, and stepped effortlessly on the chain, tensing it. It lifted him up until he was face to face with the alpha female. Her beady amberine eyes shone in the dark like a pair of burning coals.

She tore off her armor and body mesh, leaving only her loincloth. Unlike Bhu'ta, her skin wasn't streaked with scars. Instead, an intricate, full body tattoo depicting Ceta'nu and Pa'ya engaged in a ritualistic mating combat covered her torso. Her creamy yellow scales were barely visible where the tattoo was not.

Gar'ja looked her over with both excitement and trepidation. He grunted as Bhu'ta abruptly stepped off the chain that held him up and he dropped back down.

-"Look at that soft pelt," the matron lovingly stroked over his back, "I understand why Bhu'ta mistook you for an infant."

- "It needs..." Bhu'ta chimed in, clicking. " treatment ."

The matron walked over to a wall, pressed a few buttons on a panel, and a built-in shelf slid open. Inside were several instruments, among them a black whip made from the tail of a r'ksa . Long fingers roamed over the spiny weapon before she grabbed it and uncoiled it unceremoniously.

The flexible instrument lashed out at him expertly, striking Gar'ja's belt and loincloth, missing his hide entirely. The torn clothing fell to the ground, leaving the hunter completely naked.

A great purr rumbled from her chest as she admired the male's slit. Small fleshy quills covered the pubic area and his v'rdhi . The larger female approached, a large paw caressed the appendages, it made his tusks chitter with uneasiness. In spite, his azure ze'pha emerged from its sheath, lubricated and painfully erect.

She chuckled darkly and gripped his cock in a tight agonizing grip that he could not escape from. His mandibles flared.

"Not yet," she hissed, squeezing his testes. He snarled, his arousal no longer as acute. His ze'pha retreated back into its pod awkwardly as she tapped it with the sharp end of the whip.

Bhu'ta flushed the chain once more, rising Gar'ja before making him bounce. The ancient yaksi took a few steps back, rolling her shoulders as she went, the whip danced at her side. When the lashes came against his broad back, he growled angrily at his inability to dodge them.

"That's it," she purred, the whip cracking against his scales, "Growl, z'van ," she twisted her wrist, the tip sliced through his hide, forcing him to snarl, "You have permission to speak."

" You- !" His words were cut off by a deliberate strike against his v'rdhi. He squawked painfully, all his muscles tensing as he struggled uncontrollably.

"I did not specify words, z'van ," she chastised him cruelly, "You are beneath language," she clicked in amusement, "speak like an animal." The mistress rained blows upon his hide, hitting every part of him she could as he twirled on the chain, unable to do anything but spit and snarl as she wished.

The flexible instrument left diagonal marks on the navy flesh, Bhu'ta and the walls were liberally splashed with droplets of phosphorescent chartreuse thwei. There was a small pool on the floor beneath him as it dripped languidly from his injuries.

"Bhu'ta," she turned to her silent companion, "Release him."

The albino female pressed some keys on her gauntlet, the shackles released, and he fell limply to the ground.

He moved as though it were rehearsed, and rolled to his feet clumsily. Gar'ja made a valiant attempt to defend himself, but to no avail. The albino female kicked the legs out from under him and he found himself staring at the ceiling.

Bhu'ta stomped on his chest, once . He growled, and grabbed her ankle as she leaned over him, applying her weight. She stared down at his thwei covered body and clicked in approval. Without removing her foot him, the huge albino female untied her loincloth and let it fall to the ground.

From his position on the ground, Gar'ja was able to admire the lower half of the giant female. She was exquisitely formed, large muscles double the size of his lined her limbs. Her yon'i was lined by gray quills that drew his eye. His shaft stirred as he noticed the scarification on her lower abdomen, it was a cha'kra design. He recognized the symbol, she belonged to a now lost tribe.

Bhu'ta moved her leg leisurely, taking her time to ease his suffering. His tusks clicked but he said nothing, waiting patiently for the moment he was able to fully inhale. His lungs burned, and he growled as the female reached down, and grabbed him by his dreads, dragging him further into the darkened room.

Gar'ja caught a glimpse of the contraption as she threw him deeper within. It was planted in the center of the room, a huge semi-spherical stone with four shackles around it. He deduced, correctly , what they were for when Bhu'ta forced him onto the stone, curving his back over the granite, the manacles locking him securely in place.

Bhu'ta pressed a panel near the base of the stone and the shackles tightened, stretching him out. He was vulnerable, exposed, his back arched out, immobile with his groin on top of the monolith.

The large female approached him deliberately, her magenta eyes narrowing as she circled until she stood at his side, close to his genitals. His muscles locked as she bent over him and gave a lengthy, slow lick along his slit with her long, scratchy, forked tongue. Gar'ja's virility peeked out once more from his sheath.

Bhu'ta curled her tongue around his thick, fleshy shaft and massaged it with gentle twists. Gar'ja squirmed, unused to the stimulation that was being bestowed upon him.

-"Still, Z'van!" she warned him, with clicks, "Move too much and my zsi'se will sink into it."

His mandibles parted and a high-pitched purr escaped him. The motions of her tongue around his sensitive organ was so exhilaratingly new and exciting that it took all of Gar'ja's willpower to bid as she commanded. Bhu'ta's fangs were much longer and sharper than those of any female he had seen, and he'd never had such a fearsome maw so close to his ze'pha .

The matron stood leaning against the wall, her arms folded across her massive chest. She'd wrapped the whip around her shoulders. She noted that the rate of his breathing increased, and that of his hearts as he drew closer to his completion. It was too soon for that.

She repositioned the whip around her waist and over her shoulder, letting the barbed tip rise from her pelvis as an ersatz member. She moved closer to Gar'ja's head until the sharp object was within reach of his jaws. She reached down and grabbed his dreads, tugging forcibly.

-"Now, suckling ..." she purred, raising his head, "lick it!" Gar'ja hesitated for a moment, but the mistress yanked hard on his sensitive tresses. "Don't make me repeat myself, Z'van ."

He complied reluctantly, his inner mouth parted, his own serpentine tongue cautiously came out and licked the sharp object. The bitter taste of his own k'rewh made him gag, but he would be damned if he would show it.

-"Make him squeal," the mistress growled, raising her eyes to glare at the other female.

Bhu'ta quickened her movements, her tongue tightening around his ze'pha . Gar'ja made guttural grunts around the object in his mouth, he tried to rattle the chains holding him, but there was no slack. There was a twisted look of pleasure in the Ancient's eyes as she watched his chest rise and fall rapidly, his helpless struggles, his clenching fists. He gurgled around the whip tip before his entire body went rigid, and then stopped completely.

Bhu'ta pulled away from him, leaving the spent ze'pha resting limp over his lower abdomen, soaked in a semi transparent and viscous liquid.

The matron retrieved the lash's tip from Gar'ja's mouth. She dropped his dreads unceremoniously, his head fell back and hit the stone hard. Drool and thwei dripped from his sore jaws.

- "This is not over yet, z'van ." the matron proclaimed.

- o -

A/N: Welcome back readers. Thanks to elven_prophecy and Prickly_Panda for their extensive editing. This story ended up a far more interesting and funnier that I had envisioned it.

I hope you have enjoyed this second part of Pleasure Garden. (Not to be confused with the 1925 Hitchcock movie which only share the title). The titular brothel from the story in fact shares more with "The Garden of Earthly Delights" by Bosch, as it is interpreted as "a dire warning on the perils of life's temptations, to an evocation of ultimate sexual joy."

Don't forget to comment and wait for the last part of this story. Meanwhile, here's a glossary:

Bhu'ta - Pale-as-a-ghost.
Ceta'nu - God of death, Grim reaper.
cha'kra - Disc shaped weapon, smartdisc.
Gar'ja - He-who-growls.
ghomon - How Predators call humanity.
Ghora'an - He-who-is-terrible.
kau'tika - Poacher.
k'rewh - Another term for blood. Already spilled. Coagulated.
mur'kha - Useless.
m'rkata - Monkey-like.
Pa'ya - Godess of life, Mother nature.
R'ksa - Wild beast, not confused with Kha'dga, Domesticated beast. Alien creature.
Thwei - blood.
v'rdhi - sheath, scrotum.
yabh v'rta - What the fuck?
Yaksi, Female predator.
yon'i - female sexual organ, vagina.
zak'ti - Stamina, strength.
ze'pha - Male sexual organ, dick.
zsi'ze - teeth, the fangs at the end of their mandibles.
z'van - Dog, pet.