by Lara Yokoshima

Chapter 3. Black Paradise

Perfectly formed ripples, caused by the movement of his body, danced on the water surface relentlessly. Perfect. Can it really be possible that I am so...perfect? Evania questioned himself as his lean body submerged deeper into the water of the large marble bathtub; the calm and soothing warmth made his mind travel deep into his thoughts.

"You should not be so quiet all the time, Evania-chan," a youthful female voice made him return to reality, opening his eyes and seeking the source of that sound.

Evania turned his head to the right, eyes wide with surprise, and saw a young female feline who watched him with tenderness and a warm smile on her small, soft lips. He noticed her small ears, the delicate cream colour of her skin and the crimson hair that was set in a tight braid down her back.

She was dressed in a sky-blue maid's uniform, the skirts of which were lacey and carefully fluffed. He didn't notice her quick approach until she bent her head low, close to him, and smiled happily once more. She watched him with large dark green eyes.

"Fiore!" he shouted while trying to hide his private parts with his hands, splashing a little.

The girl began to giggle. Evania was so naive, even for a sexual pet. She placed a hand over her eyes, pretending that she did not see anything so he felt safe. Taking a medium sized towel from nearby, she threw it to Evania.

"I'm sorry, Evania... but I have been ordered to help you get tidy," she said.

Fiore was the type of Bastit that took charge of the cleaning chores of the mansion, along with other Bastit girls. She was some 20 years of age, but her face, even now, showed a childlike aspect.

Evania blushed a little, adopting his serious and confident attitude as he rose from the tub and placed the towel around his fine waist. Sitting down on the edge of the tub, he made a small coughing sound with his throat so that Fiore stopped pretending not to see and uncovered her eyes.

"Well, let's start with your back."

"Fine," Evania answered, looking at her with indifference.

"If you are wondering why they have sent me to do this, it's because the master will have visits this afternoon," said Fiore, as if she had read the thoughts of the young male feline.

Evania frowned, clearly discontented. He knew that he would be the 'exhibit of the day', and that did not please him at all. When other humans start commenting upon what a fine thing, and what a perfect specimen he was, it was not something that Evania appreciated. It was especially bad if, later, those said humans began speaking about intimate matters.

"Oh, come on... it will not be so bad," Fiore continued scrubbing his back with a smooth marine sponge, and applied a little bit of soapy gel.

"That's what you say. But you aren't listening to the unpleasant comments they make," responded Evania, bothered.

Fiore smiled again, showing that no matter how much he tried to explain, she would not come to understand the displeasure Evania felt. Evania knew she always had considered him as a little brother, like a cub that needed support and protection since his arrival at the mansion a year ago. All the servants of the house spoke of the new Bastit of the master, one of really pure breed, and consequently, the most valuable of them all. But she was the only one that really showed concern about him.

After a few minutes, Fiore finished cleaning and drying Evania's tail, brushing its smooth fur so that it remained as fluffy as fresh white cotton.

"All set. I'll bring you your clothes. The master has already chosen what you will wear today."

"Gee, the emotion kills me," the male feline murmured.

Fiore left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Evania was alone again. He raised his eyes, contemplating his reflection in the mirror that was facing him. How is it possible you ended like this, Evania? The same question came to his thoughts time after time, without finding any answer from the reflection in the mirror. The Evania in the mirror stared at him, the delicate lines of his face, the golden eyes and greenish, almost white hair, told him nothing. However, he knew he was inside the canons of beauty of a Bastit.

Evania waited in silence a little more until Fiore returned with the attire he would wear.

"Here you have, Evania-chan," the girl said, approaching him with a bundle of clothes made of red lycra and satin.

Evania took the clothes in his hands, observing the intense colour. Seemed that they were a new style, one he had never seen before. He looked at the Bastit girl again, and she gave a tiny nod.

Fiore left the room once again so that Evania could dress in peace. The door closed and she leaned her back against it, waiting for Evania to get ready.

The male Bastit caressed the suit softly with his hands. It felt velvety in a way. He began to put it on, feeling how the suit adjusted perfectly to every muscle and curve of his body. He was almost daring to admit that it was... exciting. Finally, he looked at the ring hanging from a hook on the wall, the ring that he always wore on his tail, the symbol that meant he belonged to someone. Sighing, he took the ring and slided his tail through it until it reached the base. He tied the leather strings that were attatched to the sides of the ring, and tied them in a secure bow in the front. After a few minutes, Evania announced that he was ready to come out.

The door opened and Fiore looked surprised at the view before her. This pure Bastit, the purest one than she had seen, looked stunning in the elegant red suit, which accentuated Evania's delicate corporal lines. He seemed removed from one of those exclusive fashion magazines only for the humans. Added to his looks, was a subtle fragrance that flowed from his scented skin, enclosing the Bastit boy in an atmosphere of a daydream.

"Oh... Evania-chan, you look great!" Fiore said truly amazed. Evania blushed, shrugging his shoulders.

She gave him a sign to follow her. The hour for his presentation approached and Fiore wanted to make Evania as comfortable as possible for now.

"Ah! Welcome, Lionel."

A deep, mature voice greeted the guest as he entered the luxuriously furnished living room. Polished marble floors and exquisitely lavish decorations surrounded him. The man who spoke was sitting on a Victorian sofa, which was softened by goose feather cushions. He seemed older, in his early-fifties, and was dressed in an impeccably sharp, charcoal-grey suit. His high-quality leather shoes were freshly polished as well. The younger guest blinked his eyes and politely smiled as he approached the sofa.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Aldrich." Lionel answered respectfully.

"Oh, drop the protocol. You can call me Brian."

The younger man assented and repeated the name in a new sentence. Mr. Aldrich nodded in approval, gesturing for Lionel to sit down facing him on the other sofa. After he saw his guest was comfortable, Aldrich called Fiore and ordered her to bring them some refreshments.

Lionel Kartheiser was one of the new members of Aldrich's firm of lawyers, Aldrich & Associates, and as protocol of his business, he invited his new associates to a small meeting in his mansion to know them better, and to know with whom he would have to deal in the future.

After the typical business talk, the owner of the mansion indicated that Fiore should approach. When she did, he whispered something in her delicate feline ear. She nodded and walked away from both men. Lionel observed all this with a slight frown of confusion.

"Now I'll show you what I am really proud of, Lionel. I expect you've brought your own Bastit as we agreed," said Aldrich, smiling.

"Of course. I have left it in the limousine, expecting that you would display yours first," said the younger man, laughing a little and waving another Bastit maid, who was awaiting him nearby, over to him and instructing her to retrieve his pet from the vehicle.

Moments later, Lionel's Bastit entered through the door of the room. It was a lovely female whose fine fur was striped with delicate tones of maroon, with a full, blonde mane collected in a high ponytail. Large azure eyes contrasted with her milky porcelain skin. As Aldrich watched the feline daintily sit down beside her master, he noticed she could have easily passed for a much younger Bastit than her actual age of twenty-four. As Lionel caressed her pointed furry ear, a soft, low purring filled his ears; still, she remained quiet, showing a genuine delicacy.

"A fine Bastit, you have there, Lionel," the mature man said, observing them calmly. With a smile in his lips, he heard steps behind him.

"Master, Evania is here," said Fiore, she made a smooth bow, presenting the pure Bastit that approached from behind Aldrich's chair. Walking elegantly, Evania stood to the side of his master. The impressive red suit Evania was wearing brought him a great amount of attention from Lionel. Even the Bastit girl raised her eyes to watch the young feline boy making his graceful bow to the guest.

"I present to you, the purest Bastit that you have ever seen," Aldrich spoke presumptuously, referring to Evania. Lionel swallowed with difficulty. That Bastit boy was something amazing. Its fine white hair was proof of its extreme purity, and the golden eyes supported that fact.

"Evania, greet my associate properly," said his Master, in a commanding tone.

Evania tried to hide the frown of repugnance that was forming on his face. He kneeled down facing Lionel, took his hand and licked it like a cat showing respect to its owner. The other man remained still while the Bastit carried out this action. Seconds later, Evania stopped and walked backwards on all four legs, not being permitted to show his back to the guest. He sat down at Aldrich's feet, finishing his greeting.

"Well done, Evania," continued his master, who caressed Evania's head. Evania only closed his eyes, desiring that all would finish soon.

He opened them after a while, realizing that the female Bastit at the other side was peering curiously at him. It was as if she had grasped Evania's discomfort, and was trying in vain to appease him with a tender look. Evania smiled lightly, indicating that he was fine.

The Bastit pets were not allowed to say a single word in front of their owners, forget about talking amongst themselves, otherwise they would be punished. Evania still remembered the first days after his arrival to Aldrich's manor. He had always been a somewhat rebellious Bastit, and at the beginning did not obey any orders from Aldrich. Of course, that made Aldrich mad and when they were alone, Aldrich would punish Evania severely. I was a very disobedient cat... and even now, I am still, Evania thought. A small smile formed on his lips while he looked down the polished floors. It was then that he remembered the Sekmit thief that had entered the house through his window. His name still resonated in Evania's ears. How he longed to be like that Sekmit in those moments, his life would have been so simple and he would not have to bear a master as abominable as the one he had now.

After a long time of chatting, Aldrich and his guest started to say their good-byes, and Evania returned from his thoughts to reality. Inside him he felt a great relief that he would no longer have to listen to those superficial chats. He would be able to return to his smooth bed now, to pass another night of boredom.

Finally, Lionel left by the elegant mahogany door of the mansion, accompanied by his blond haired Bastit. Aldrich trailed behind him and bid him farewell, reminding him that he could return whenever he wanted to. Obviously Evania wished the contrary; he had not liked that guest at all. The whole time Lionel was there, he had only observed Evania, and the pure feline knew that Lionel's thoughts were not very decent. It disturbed him a lot. Why is that they don't have anything better to think about? Evania wondered silently. He looked at Fiore, who was standing behind him with a worried face.

"It's over, Evania-chan. It's over," Fiore said in a very maternal voice, while her hand rested on his shoulder. She was right. It was over for now. But he knew that it had not finished yet.

Evania was facing the window of his darkened room. The lights were turned off at 10 o'clock p.m., without fault, every day.

Dressed only in adjusted underwear, Evania had already taken off the ring of his tail. After the scene of this afternoon, he didn't want to know nothing more about pet rings, nor that he was a fine Bastit, or of his damned life in that mansion. The rage that was burning inside of his heart was indescribable. He clenched his teeth, trying not to shout and start a ruckus.

The door to his room suddenly produced a clicking noise. Evania turned around quickly; his heart started to palpitate fast because he knew who was approaching. It was Aldrich who walked into Evania's room, wearing a fine silk robe and holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. He's been drinking again, Evania thought, stifling a whimper.

"My dear Evania..." said Aldrich.

"Y-yes, master..." answered the young Bastit, who slowly moved away from the other man's approach. Evania could detect the stench of alcohol on Aldrich's breath, an almost bitter smell that he detested.

"Today you have behaved..." Aldrich paused, taking Evania's arm abruptly, then continuing, "...very well."

Evania's face reflected horror. Fortunately it was dark, therefore Aldrich couldn't know how frightened Evania really was. A small drop of sweat ran down Evania's forehead, and this time he didn't know what to do: to yield or to fight.

The young feline swallowed with difficulty, knowing what was coming. He could feel Aldrich's hands on his body, touching him intimately, a sensation that caused Evania to close his eyes tightly with disgust. This is not happening, not again! Evania shouted in his mind. Suddenly he tumbled as the older man pushed him on the bed and laid his body upon the poor feline. Aldrich's face was too close to Evania’s.

The smell of alcohol intensified. Evania, however, had to resist. Aldrich was his Master afterall, and Evania would not make another mistake. Not if he wanted to be punished again. Aldrich's directed his hand dangerously towards Evania's inner thigh, to which the Bastit retreated instinctively on the sheets, not wanting any part of this.

"Hn?"

Aldrich questioned, while he approached again. This time he fell violently upon Evania, trying to remove the little clothing that the feline wore, and receiving a clawed swat on the left cheek for his efforts, followed by a small growl from Evania.

"Damn you, cat!" Aldrich shouted, disconcerted while touching his swollen cheek.

Evania cringed, now he had spoiled it. He closed its eyes, expecting the blow from his master. A hand slapped his face, producing a dry sound, just as he had predicted. Evania hastily moved away and sat down, touching his stinging cheek, while watching his master's eyes fill with fury.

"Now you have made me really upset!" Aldrich shouted, holding the poor Bastit by both arms.

"But do not think that you will get it your way," the older man said with a malevolent smile. He smacked Evania again, hard enough to send him sprawling onto the bed, making Evania turn his back to Aldrich.

Evania listened to the terrible sound of the buckle of his master unbuttoning, and then the zipper of Aldrich's pants coming down. The young Bastit wanted to flee but knew well that it wouldn't help at all. Better to resist what would happen next, as unpleasant as it would be. A large hand tried to remove his under things, the only garment that impeded the other man access to the feline boy's ex-virgin entrance. The string of the underwear snapped and Evania uttered a small cry to such action, feeling how Aldrich quickly grasped his flaccid member and began to rub it with fury.

"Aaah!" shouted the feline, who was now twisting the sheets of the bed between his claws.

Aldrich let out a small laugh, watching how his sexual pet yielded this time, while he kept rubbing Evania's almost erect length. Without any warning, Aldrich penetrated the Bastit under him in a single thrust, ramming with strength and without compassion. Tears streamed from Evania's golden eyes as he struggled, but could not do anything against his master. This was his job after all, to give the maximum possible pleasure to his owner. Aldrich's hand rubbed his organ with brisk strokes, never relenting, until finally, the Bastit abandoned himself and climaxed with a shout, as white liquid spurted from the tip of his swollen member.

The older man licked his fingers clean of the delicious fluids, while he kept pushing, each time ramming harder, quicker than the last. The feline boy moaned and cried, buckling under the onslaught of abuse to his body. His tunnel began to feel numb because of the friction and more tears fell from his eyes. His claws tore through the sheets because of the terrible pain he was feeling. But he had to submit.

After long minutes, Evania felt a moist sensation inside him. Aldrich came finally, and with a grunt, he withdrew all his length with the same strength with which he had penetrated. Evania deeply sighed, allowing his violated body to collapse.

"Now you know who the boss here is!" shouted the older man, who zipped his pants. Without any delay, he took Evania by the hair, dragging him to the floor while the feline grabbed as his arm and tried to pull free.

Violently forcing Evania out of his room, Aldrich hauled the disobedient Bastit along until they arrived in the backyard, which was not very far away. There, he slammed Evania against a corner, and tied him up with the chain that was hanging from the wall. After carrying out this action, Aldrich looked at Evania again, his breath was rapid and his agitated face was as cold as ice.

"If you weren't one of the purest and most valuable Bastit on the market, believe me that you would already be thrown out into the streets", Aldrich said without any compassion.

Evania wanted to reply to his Master. He wanted to admit that he did not care, and that if he could die in that instant, he would gratefully do so. But of course, that would not have been a wise thing to say in a moment such as this, and even less wise to say it in front of Aldrich. Evania bit his tongue, deeply wishing that Aldrich would leave so he could be alone in the dark, cold corner.

After a moment the older man returned to the mansion. Evania watched as his master closed the door to the patio, and after he was sure that nobody could listen, he clawed the wall of bricks with a growl of desperation, leaving a mark. His heartbeat was quick again with rage that he felt was too much, so much that he thought he was going to explode in a thousand pieces.

"Why…?" he said in a whisper in the verge of tears, "I did not ask for this life... why me?"

How was it possible that he came to live in a mansion with such a cruel master? Evania could still remember the days that he spent in the institution where Bastit were trained. Although he didn't like the training, his life had been a little bit more peaceful and he did not have to bear such mistreatment. But he knew well that his destiny was that of a sexual slave. They told that to him and the other Bastit since the first day. That is my destiny. My cruel destiny.

It made no sense to complain about his misfortune. Not tonight. Evania curled down on the hard, tiled floor, trying to rest if his conscience allowed him.

One day... one day I will be free. I only hope it won't be too late when that chance comes.

Evania closed his eyes slowly, while weariness seized his body and his mind was disconnected from the terrible exterior world. That night he slept with an almost impossible peace with the smooth breeze of the night caressing his skin, lulling and submerging him in a world of fantasy where he would not see his master ever again. In that moment, he was a free Bastit.