her body was beautiful. She glared back at him, unmoving. She was trying with all effort to appear brave but he could tell she was frightened. He could feel her fear, smell it, taste it. He loved it. With a sudden movement he closed in on her. She flinched, though only the slightest of movements, it betrayed her fear of him. The begging was always the most fun, as the prey struggles not yet resigned to it’s fate.

“Don’t move.”

He whispers in her ear. Gently rubbing his head against her, moving his mussel down her neck in mock affection. Her body tensing against him. With a quick dart of his tongue he licked her running his tongue across her cheek. She cringed incompulsivlly disgusted, struggling to appear calm on the verge of panic.

“ Just do It! An get it over with!”

She snapped summoning up the last of her courage.

“ Rape is an art form my love.”

The tiger replied calmly, unshaken by her outburst.

“ Don’t rush me.”

He walked around the frightened female teasingly nipping at her to make her jump before finally coming to her hindquarters. He ran his paw up one of her muscular thighs and brushed her tail aside allowing him to admire her delicate opening. He licked his lips and unceremoniously shoved his snout between her legs, sliding his tongue between her folds. His massive paws gripped her by the hips like a vice holding her still as he explored her nether regions. Her unwilling body tasted a heavenly flavor beyond his ability to describe, warm, and incredibly tight just the intrusion of his tongue causing her pain. He could hear her whimpering protests against the humiliating ravaging of her body. Which succeeded only in exciting him further. He wrapped his entire mouth around her tasting every inch of her sweet cunt. His relentless probing finally causing her body to open itself for him. The tip of his tongue massaging her sensitive bud. He waited until she began to respond. Her hips begging to rock back and forth in rhythm. Then with one final kiss He bit down. His razor sharp teeth tearing into her sensitive flesh. She let out an ear splitting scream. As she struggled he had to dig his claws into her hips to hold her still. She fought in a mad panic. desperate to escape his grip, twisting in every direction, almost breaking her own back. Her entire body convulsing in pain as he savagely chewed on her. Her utter agony only encouraging him. Working him into a viscous frenzy until he couldn’t take it any more. Finally he released his torturous hold upon her letting her crawl out from his grip. She was allowed only a seconds respite before the burden of his great weight come down on her, as he climbed up on her back. His huge member pressing itself eagerly against her already badly damaged vagina. She felt him pull back, their was a pause, then he slammed into her. She wailed, waves of pain shooting through her whole body. His cock bowed against her, her tight hole refusing to allow such a monstrous intrusion. Again he thrust into her. She felt her flesh began to tear to allow him as she was slowly impaled on giant member. Her front legs gave out from under her and she fell to the ground. Her backside still being help up by his powerful grip. It felt like she was being split into. For what felt like eons he continued to enter her. His cock rending her insides, utterly filling her womb to the point of breaking. The horrible pain of having her body torn open driving her mad. With one final push he at last rammed his full length into her leaving the young lioness in convulsions. She was sobbing incoherently, clawing at the ground trying feebly to pull herself off him. He wrapped his front paws around chest and braced his feet against the ground. Pulled back and with a snarl slammed into her again. Then began to fuck her in rhythm. She made one or two more sounds and then went quite. He continued for some time, enjoying every aspect of her broken body before finally coming deep inside of her mixing his seed with the blood of her many injuries. Leisurely he pulled out and let her collapse to the ground where she lay unmoving.

He turned to face the other lionesses who where snarling and cursing at him. The older lionesses having had to literally wrestle many of the younger ones to the floor to keep them from attacking him.

“WELL! Can’t you see she’s hurt? GO HELP HER!”

He laughed his voice callous and evil and walked back to the entrance to join his brother. Two of the older lionesses ran to her and quickly pulled her limp form back unto their midst’s.

Nala, Sarabi, and the rest of the hunting party returned about what should have been midday, had their been a sun, dragging their pitiful catch of gazelles behind them. The two tigers greeted them coldly, taking the gazelles from them and allowing them to rejoin the other lionesses. Rohad was still nowhere to be seen. They found Yalee still unconscious, the older lionesses doing what they could for her injuries, and where told what the tiger had done to her. Nala just stared in shock at the mutilated young lioness such barbarism surpassed even the days of scar. At least when Scar had raped them he had been careful not to badly injure them so they could be raped again.

The tigers set aside meat for Rohad and then ate the rest themselves letting the lionesses go hungry. The pride was forced to watch as their two captors gorged themselves while their cubs complained to them for food. After they had finished eating the tigers led the lionesses back to the main cave and went outside to wait for the white lion allowing the lionesses the most amount of privacy they’d had since their new dictators arrived.

Nala quickly went to check on Simba still laying in a corner near the back of the cave. She found him awake but incoherent, his eyes closed he was mumbling words she couldn’t make out. She laid down beside him and put her paw around him, and quietly coaxed him back to sleep. After a few minutes he drifted back into a deep slumber. She laid their beside him staring off out the cave entrance at the storm as dark as night. All the things Sarabi had told her filtered through her head. After she was sure Simba was back asleep she quietly got up and examined his wounds. They where grievous, but they appeared to be healing. He had lived through the night and that was significant. Gently she licked his cheek.

“Watch after him Sarabi.”

She said in commanding voice surprising even herself. And to the amazement of all the lionesses walked by them and out into the storm.

Part five ( Sign of the tigers )

Nala strode out onto the ledge from the cave the torrential rain soaking her coat almost immediately and defiantly walked over to the two tiger guards. They stood cautiously, a confused look on their faces, stunned by the unexpected boldness.

“ I will speak to the white lion!”

She commanded.

“ You stay here bitch!”

The tiger nearest here snarled.

“ Or you will do what to me?”

She asked locking eyes with the colossal cat. He leaned in close to her. His mussel almost touching her nose.

“ break every bone in your body.”

“ I don’t think Rohad would be very pleased if you kill me. You want to make that gamble?”

The tiger roared in rage and she braced for the assault, but the other tiger suddenly stepped between them.

“ We’re not supposed to hurt her Null!”

He growled at his brother.

“ She wants to speak to him let her, he’ll probably kill her. He’s up their.”

The one called Void said motioning her to the path winding up pride rock.

“ He’s up on the very top peak. You want to go get struck by lighting go ahead.”

“ Thanks you’ve been so helpful.”

She hissed sarcastically, and began the long trek up the path.

Nala followed the path up towards the black sky ruled by the raging storm . It lead to the kings perch A cliff at the very tip of the massive rock. A place traditionally wear only the king of the pride lands was allowed to venture. She passed into the clouds lighting striking with deafening crashes all around her. Finally passing through them to stand above the angry storm on the perch of kings where the white lion waited.

He stood on the very edge of the ledge looking down into the storm chanting softly, strange words she couldn’t understand. His voice seemed to hold some great power echoing across the clouds. It made her fur stand up and she felt very cold. It was as though he was speaking to the growing storm and with lighting and wind it seemed to answer him back as it where alive. Some horrible beast doomed to haunt the sky. For a moment she considered rushing him trying to knock him from the ledge but somehow she knew he couldn’t be defeated that way.

“ Something tells me that you know why I’m here.”

She said sitting down at the edge of the path. He stopped his chanting but made no response still staring off across the cloud covered pride lands.

“ Sarabi told me a story today one I think you know. Is it true?”

She asked

“ Mostly, like most legends, I sure things where embellished others left out. I like to think of fact as a huge rock and history as a sculpture carved from it by the victors. Taka was my son if that’s what your concerned with.”

He replied his voice calm and quite.

“ Why are you here?”

She spoke, her voice tainted with confused emotion. He turned to face her.

“ Did Sarabi tell you about how this pride killed ours? The males, females, and every cub but me whom they enslaved because that bastard king Asyron wanted the secrets of our prides mystic ways. Is that not a good enough reason to want revenge.”

As he spoke she