Your life over the next months is filled with painful thoughts and grueling training.

You are **** to spend day after day in the vast mansion of a wealthy human merchant-wizard named Fo-Tzun.

Of course. anger, hatred and the desire for liberation have not disappeared from your mind.

"Damn! Vile old human! I will still achieve freedom, sooner or later!" - this is what you think.

However, the security measures in this mansion significantly limit your options.

There are more armed guards...

You are **** to live in extremely cramped circumstances.

A small cell located in the underground sector of the mansion.

There are no windows in this room.

Stone walls.

A closed door that is made of some strange metal alloy.

A bed that... is simply a long stone slab connected to a stone floor.

The iron shackles on your hands and feet were replaced by the end of the third week with some strange bracelets made of light reddish metal that emitted a faint sparkling glow.

The touch of the metal to your body caused a strange tingling sensation...

This... is less uncomfortable than the iron shackles.

But these bracelets are clearly enchanted...

You were convinced of this one day (in the third week), when after a meager lunch you were led to another grueling training session.

You tried to attack one of the armed guards-escorts (of course, you understood that a successful escape in such a situation was extremely unlikely... but you were counting on at least **** and a little entertainment... turning, with the help of your claws. the face of this human male into an ugly bloody mess would be funny...).

However, your hands and feet were instantly paralyzed by painful impulses emanating from the enchanted bracelets. Having barely extended your claws to the guard, you simply fell to the floor, hitting your right knee painfully.

Your rage was strong...

The contemptuous laughter of the guards-escorts only provoked a storm of hatred in the depths of your soul.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Kitten hurt? Excellent! These things will not allow the kitten to attack anyone alive! Thank to worshipful master Fo-Tzun for pacifying your bloodthirsty instincts, dirty animal!" - this is approximately what you heard, being overwhelmed with indignation and slowly coming to your senses, lying on the floor.

A couple of minutes later, the pain passed...

You slowly rose to your feet.

And the guards-escorts continued to lead you to the room for another daily training.

Worshipful master Fo-Tzun...

That's what they called your enslaver here...

You hated him passionately.

But, even you yourself were **** to mentally acknowledge the intelligence and ingenuity of this human.

Among the tribes of tigermans, not only strong warriors are honored, but also cunning hunters who can wear out the enemy, set up an unexpected ambush or create conditions for capturing the enemy.

According to these criteria, human Fo-Tzun fully corresponds to the status of a cunning and skilled "hunter" ...

And you ...

You are still his "victim" ...

The realization of this almost makes you repeat the attempt of a fruitless attack on the guards ...

But you restrain yourself with an effort of will ...

"Fuck ... I should have taken this lustful human girl hostage while I was not wearing these fucking bracelets!" - you belatedly think as you walk along the long corridors.

Li-Na ...

The daughter of the one who now owns you as a ****.

Beautiful female who loves secret night visits to your cell and passionate sex with you.

Indeed, the nightly entertainment with this graceful and seductive human girl continued.

She visited your cell at least three times a week.

One of the few pleasant facts for you were these secret night visits of a short, young and pretty girl with soft silky skin and a childishly naive expression on her face.

Her soft plump butt...

Her tender little tits with pinkish hard nipples...

Her tempting scarlet large lips...

Her elastic wet cunt, which readily accepts your big cock inside...

Her long hair of a blue-black shade, which flowed over your shoulders when you wrapped your arms around this tender female body...

Her slightly slanted, sapphire-colored eyes, that look into your soul and seeming to exude kindness and passion...

Why didn't you take her hostage?

Why didn't you at least take **** on Fo-Tzun by causing physical harm to his daughter?

It's hard for you to admit it yourself... but, probably, some shoots of emotional attachment to this young and beautiful human woman have appeared in your soul.

You try to mentally convince yourself that she is just a lustful slut.

"Damn! "It's just sex... She's like those depraved human sluts who came to my cell for sex after my first victories in the Great Arena..." - you mentally say to yourself.

However, an elusive feeling of something else... something more complex remains on the periphery of your consciousness.

Li-Na...

You remembered her name.

And not only the name...

Her image...

The aroma of her heated voluptuous female body...

You recognize this aroma even in a crowd of thousands...

Well...

Your life as a gladiator **** in the huge human city of Min-Jiong continues.

Your training continues day after day.

You master the skills of fighting with polearms: halberd, naginata, glaive, spear...

Fo-Tzun mercilessly forces you to train the skills of dodging and parrying enemy attacks.

Your sparring partners are magically "animated" suits of armor (your enchanted bracelets allow you to attack such targets).

You also improve your skills in using "natural attacks": bites and claw strikes.

Your daily routine is exhausting...

You are fed poorly...

But over time, your body adapts to the stress.

Days, weeks, months pass...

Finally, Fo-Tzun tells you something interesting after finishing another hard training session...