Verde's Sacrifice

S.M. Wolf

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Verde, Wesley Nivalis, Elder Jason, Elder Samuel, Timothy, Captain Owain, all other characters and this story are copyrighted 2008, 2010 by S.M. Wolf. This story may not be reproduced by any means in part or completely without the prior written permission of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or character is purely coincidental.

A special thanks to Iron Badger for certain suggestions on the story.

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A pillar of thick black smoke slowly rose on the horizon.

Another joined it a few seconds later.

The smoke continued to grow for some time as Elder Jason watched grimly. It was the neighboring village of Dolgellau burning. In a few days his town of Harlech would join it.

Elder Jason sighed and climbed down from his perch high in an oak tree. The badger was getting too old for climbing trees and fighting bandits, but he had to see what was happening for himself before certain decisions were made. Even after seeing the death of Dolgellau, he was reluctant to do what needed to be done.

The Snowdon Brigands were on the march again. They preyed upon the smaller towns and villages. They would attack and take whatever they valued before burning down the place. They would kill most of the males and rape the females before selling them and their kits into slavery. They were brutal in battle and even worse for the unlucky survivors afterwards.

Jason had no illusions about his town's ability to stop the Brigands. Their stockade wall would last only a few days at most before the Brigands would overwhelm their defenses.

Harlech needed help desperately.

Elder Jason sighed. There was no choice, and for one in their village the price would be high indeed if their plan succeeded. However, her sacrifice might buy the rest of them their lives and freedom.

As Jason entered the gates of the wooden stockade surrounding the town, the guard on duty asked, "Elder Jason...?"

"Dolgellau is no more.

"Summon Verde and the other Elders to the meeting hall, Timothy."

Jason wearily made his way to the communal meeting hall past the many younger badgers playing and working about him. All stopped to watch his slow progress. The grim look on his face and sagging shoulders were all they needed to know that things were not well.

Elder Jason was old and did not fear death, but he was still responsible for these badgers. He would do whatever he had to do to defend them.

Even compromise his ideals.

Jason entered the dimly lit meeting hall. There were some other badgers inside preparing lunch, but a wave of his paw sent them scurrying outside. He sat down heavily at the head of the main table and waited.

One by one the other four Elders joined him and sat down at the table. They asked no questions. They knew why they had been summoned.

Last to enter was Verde. The eighteen year old female badger was escorted by Timothy. She was a striking young badgeress. Underneath her simple dress she had shapely hips and generous breasts. Her black hair fell behind to her shoulder blades, and she had plaited two small braids on either side of her face.

Timothy closed the door and took up a guard position outside.

Jason motioned Verde to take a seat at the table. She hesitated.

"You have as much if not more right to sit at this table as we do as we discuss this decision," Jason told Verde.

Hesitantly Verde say down at the foot of the table.

Without preamble Elder Jason stated, "Dolgellau is gone.

"We have at best five days before the Snowdon Brigands arrive."

The other badgers bowed their heads. All had business acquaintances, friends and even family in Dolgellau. Elder Jason waited while the others prayed for the dead and those now in the paws of the Snowdon Brigands. He added a prayer for the elders of the town who he knew as well. He doubted any were still alive.

After a minute, Elder Jason continued.

"We are not going to fare any better without help. Our appeals to the baron, duke and even the king have done no good. They are deaf to our pleas. They are too busy with the Crusades to bother with a little town in the hinterlands no matter how badly threatened we are by these murderers.

"We need help from elsewhere, and there is only one who can help us."

"I don't like this!" shouted Elder Samuel as he stood up and pounded the table with his paws.

"None of us do, Samuel,' Elder Jason replied evenly. "Me least of all.

"But we either make our deal with the devil or die.

"Do you want the hundred or so badgers of our cete to be killed, raped, and sold into slavery or not?"

Samuel growled at Jason. His lip quivered and threatened to rise to expose his teeth in a snarl. His stare bore into the other Elder.

Elder Jason calmly stared back at the other badger. He would have done the same or more if their places had been reversed. He almost hoped that the male would attack. If Samuel killed him he would be relieved of the burden that he was being forced to bear.

Finally Samuel composed himself, dropped his eyes and said in a hoarse whisper, "No."

"Then we have only one remaining option, horrible as it is."

Jason looked at Verde. She stared at her paws clasped in her lap. Jason could tell that she was crying silently.

"Verde," he asked gently.

"Yes?"

"Are you willing to make this sacrifice? By far. you will bear the heaviest burden of us all."

Verde snuffled, wiped her nose on her dress sleeve and replied, "Yes."

Jason sighed.

"So be it," Jason said quietly.

After a moment Jason raised his voice.

"Timothy!"

Timothy opened the door and looked inside. He saw Verde hunched over crying and the Elders looking very grim.

"It is decided.

"Go get the assassin."

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Wesley Nivalis sat upon a large stone just outside of his den. He liked the elevated location because it allowed him to catch the morning sun while still providing good cover and a solid rock outcrop behind him for protection. Surrounding trees screened him from casual observers but still allowed him to watch key parts of the path up to his den and the road below.

The sun warmed the male weasel as he laid out his tools of the trade. There were a variety of knives, stilettos, throwing stars and other hand and throwing weapons. Most were blackened to prevent any betraying glint.

Wesley was an assassin. He was perhaps the finest alive in the country. Not only was he an expert with weapons, he was a noted poisoner as well. His services were in great demand among the rich and noble who wished certain inconvenient "problems" to disappear. He had in fact moved to the country as much to cut down on the number of furs seeking his services as to avoid attacks from rivals, enemies and the authorities. The two day travel from the nearest city to his den discouraged the casual client while ensuring that a committed and wealthy one was still able to gain his services easily.

Wesley was just finishing a small repair on his third throwing knife when he saw the young male badger walking on the road. He wore leather armor and carried a staff. Wesley almost snorted at the sight. It was obvious that the badger was untrained and relying on his species fearsome reputation to protect him. Wesley amused himself by thinking up ways to kill the badger as he carefully applied a thin layer of blacking to the repaired blade.

Wesley's interest in the badger suddenly increased when the male Mustelidae turned onto the narrow winding path up to his den. He quickly slipped several weapons into strategic pockets and picked up a sword. He leaned back on the rock and waited.

Timothy came into the small clearing and saw the weasel watching him. He swallowed. The weasel was lean and lanky but had the muscles of a gymnast or a runner. He sat coiled on top of a rock on the other side of the clearing. Every curve of the weasel's body seemed to exude danger. He knew that this was the assassin he had been sent to bring back to Harlech.

Uncertain how to begin, Timothy asked, "Are you the Assassin Nivalis?"

"What do you think?" Wesley asked in a smooth voice laced with underlying threats.

Timothy was scared, but he knew he had to persevere. The lives of all in the village as well as his were at stake.

"I've been sent by the Elders of Harlech to bring you back."

Wesley uncoiled from the rock and stood. He raised the sword and readied himself for a fight. He wondered if the badger would last even ten seconds.

"They must have a rather high opinion of you to send just you to capture me."

"Not capture.

"Hire."

Wesley stopped immediately. It was bad business to kill potential clients.

"Well now, that is a different matter entirely," Wesley said almost jovially.

"I don't come cheap," Wesley added flatly. "And it will cost you just to talk to me if I have to travel."

Timothy slowly reached under his belt and took out a small pouch. He tossed it across the clearing to the weasel. Wesley snatched it out of the air without taking his eyes off the badger.

The pouch was heavy and made a nice clinking sound.

"You have my undivided attention," Wesley said.

"My Elders want me to bring you back to Harlech to talk. That is a down payment if you decide to accept the job."

Wesley juggled the pouch in his left paw. He had little doubt what the job would be. Harlech was a doomed town. They needed the best help they could get, and right now that was him. They would pay handsomely for his services.

"Wait for me on the road," Wesley instructed the badger.

Timothy nodded and turned to go back to the road. Wesley watched him just long enough to make sure that the badger was not going to double back on him.

The weasel disappeared inside his den. He packed a wide variety of weapons, some poisons and other things into a backpack. He added a traveling cloak, his working clothes and some iron rations. He knew exactly what he needed and where everything went from much practice. When he was done he had a nice arsenal in a still compact package.

Wesley deposited his backpack outside. He closed the inner and outer doors to the entrance of his den and locked them. The locks were the best money could buy and would defeat any but the most determined thief on their own. He pulled a carefully crafted cover over the small opening. It now appeared to be a part of the native stone rather than the entrance to his den. He threw some dust and leaves onto the cover and surrounding stone to further disguise the entrance. While many furs knew how to reach him, he wanted to try to avoid finding unannounced company waiting for him inside his den when he returned from his trip.

Wesley whistled as he walked down to the road and the waiting badger. He carefully swept the ground behind him with a branch to confuse any would-be trackers. The assassin was looking forward to another job and a handsome payday.

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Elder Jason looked across the table at the lounging weasel. The weasel was dressed in black and seemed almost indifferently rude in his demeanor, but Jason also saw the tension in his body that showed he was ready for a fight at any moment.

Besides Elder Jason the other four Elders and Verde were in the meeting hall. Outside they could hear milling badgers. The appearance of the weasel with Timothy ten minutes earlier had caused quite a commotion and much speculation among the cete.

"We want to hire you -" Jason began.

"-To kill Owain and her Snowdon Brigands before they destroy Harlech." Wesley impatiently finished for the older badger.

"Yes, I know."

Wesley waved a paw as he dismissed the Elder's carefully prepared speech.

"Now let's cut to the chase.

"What is it worth to you?"

Several of the Elders growled low in their throats. They did not like this cocky, arrogant weasel.

"Enough!" Elder Jason told his fellow Elders to quiet them.

"We have some gold. We also have food and other provisions."

"You have too little gold or you would hire mercenaries instead of an assassin. Food goes bad and is hard to sell for a profit."

Wesley leaned forward and stared coldly at the older badger.

"Don't waste my time!"

Jason sighed. The weasel was in control of the situation, and they all knew it.

"We have three hundred and fifty gold pieces. Not a lot, but enough for you to buy some things that you need.

"We will pay your price in whatever food you want from our stores whenever you want over the next three years. You will have first choice of all we have - grains, meat, eggs and everything else we have."

Wesley just snorted and continued to stare at the badger.

"We have heard," Elder Jason said slowly, "that you have had your own problems with the Snowdon Brigands and their Captain Owain."

Wesley almost snarled. He had a personal grudge against Owain in particular over a business offer gone bad. He almost took the badger's bait, but his business sense prevented him just in time.

"Business is business. That is personal and has no place in these negotiations despite the pleasure I will take in her death.

"What more do you have to offer me? Make it good, or I will take the gold you've already given me and leave you to your fate!"

Jason sighed. He motioned Verde forward.

"And, if you are successful, Verde has consented to spend a night with you so long as you promise not to hurt her.

"She is a virgin."

Wesley's right eyebrow rose in surprise and incredulity.

"Yes, she is indeed a virgin thanks to her now dead father and... others. We are all willing to swear an oath to that."

Wesley sat back in his chair and eyed the young femfur.

"I might be interested, but first I want to see the merchandise."

Verde blushed, but her paws went to the ties of her dress. She undid them and let her dress fall to the floor. Underneath she wore nothing.

Verde stood angrily staring at the weasel. She was biting her lower lip to stop herself from yelling at him. The weasel seemed to flow from the chair. He walked around Verde.

The badgeress had wide, inviting hips and slightly plump buttocks. Her tummy was well muscled and flat. Her legs and arms were long and inviting. Her naked breasts hung like a pair of large pears ready for a male to grab and squeeze. Her muzzle, while distorted in her anger, was well formed. Even in the dim light of the meeting hall her pelt and hair glistened with a healthy glow.

Wesley paused behind Verde. He stared at her bushy little tail.

"Lift your tail," Wesley commanded the badgeress.

Verde blushed, but she nonetheless raised her tail to expose her ass to the full prying view of the weasel. His stare was so intense that she could practically feel paws groping her butt.

"Nice," Wesley said with a leer.

"Very nice!"

Wesley returned to his chair and sat down again. His gaze remained on Verde as he spoke.

"But I get her for a week, not an hour less, and I get to do whatever I want to her."

There was a collective shout of anger from the Elders. Several rose to their feet. None were happy with the demand of the assassin.

"This is outrageous! We should send him away right now!" Elder Samuel shouted furiously. The other Elders agreed with him.

"Then find some other fur to defend you in the few hours of life you have remaining! They'll ask an even steeper price, if you can find anyfur to defend you!" retorted Wesley crossly.

The elders and the assassin continued to bicker for several minutes until Verde ended the argument.

"Enough!" Verde yelled.

"I agreed to this, and I make the choice.

"If you save my town and my people, you can have me to use for your pleasure in any way you choose for a week."

Verde pulled on her dress again.

"Fail, and you get nothing.

"In the meantime you can take your memories to your work as you will not see my body again until you prove your worth by killing the Brigands."

Verde turned on her heels and stormed from the meeting hall. She nearly bowled over several badgers waiting just outside the door for news of what was happening within the hall. She left a wake of surprised and confused badgers behind as she stormed back to her family's home.

Wesley smiled. He liked the youngster's spunk and determination.

The assassin considered the offer. He was getting gold and goods as well as a virgin playmate. He was getting Owain and the others in the Snowdon Brigands that he wanted to kill as well.

His right paw almost unconsciously went to his left shoulder. Two years ago he had been recruited by Owain to join the Snowdon Brigands. He was doing better than she could offer, and he told her so. What he had not said was her leadership skills were so poor that he would never follow her no matter how much gold she offered. The assassin had also seen that the others who he had met at various times in his checkered past had grown soft from raiding helpless villages and would be worthless in a real fight. He did not want to depend on them or become like them.

His refusal had cost him a crossbow bolt in the back of his shoulder and a month recuperating from his wound. It had cost Owain three guards' lives. He still felt that she and her officers owed him heavily.

Wesley made his decision.

"Have the badgeress - Verde? - and my first wagonload of goods ready to leave tomorrow. I will come for them in the afternoon. The badger who brought me here can haul the wagon to my den.

"If they are not ready, I will kill you."

Without another word Wesley left the meeting hall and Harlech. The badgers barred the stockade gate behind him and hoped that he would be able to protect them. Several also prayed for his death after learning what price Verde would pay for his help.

Inside her home Verde sat weeping knowing that one way or another the coming days would be hard for her. Her grandfather, Elder Jason, did his best to comfort her, but there was little he could do for his granddaughter. Because of his station and because of his refusal to marry her off to some young male she was the only female who could pay the price the assassin demanded.

The old badger cursed himself bitterly, but it did little to help as the sunlight turned to dusk, and the night fell upon the waiting land.

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Wesley looked down from the top of a hill into the encampment of the Snowdon Brigands. They were just hours away from Harlech. Only nightfall had prevented them from finishing their march from Dolgellau and starting their siege of Harlech.

Wesley wrinkled his nose. Even though they were in unfriendly territory the Brigands were camped in a small valley and had several large fires inside their encampment. He could clearly see their members silhouetted against the fires. The entire camp was well illuminated. Any fur with a bow could have picked off a half dozen Brigands with ease. They were relying on the shear size of the band and their ferocity to overcome all opposition. Such sloppy attitudes and practices were why he had told Owain to shove her pike up her arse hole as he walked out over the body of the third and last guard in her tent. A moment later he had been shot from behind and had to run into the woods to avoid being killed.

Wesley waited for the camp to quiet down. He took the time to put on his working clothes. It was a tight black outfit with a hood and wrap to cover his head. Carefully placed pockets and loops held his weapons and other supplies. A small packet filled with a fine white powder went into his right hip pocket. He slipped a short sword into his belt and settled into the shadows to watch the encampment and its unsuspecting occupants.

The camp settled down as more and more of the Brigands went to their tents. Most took captives - males as well as females according to their sex and preferences - with them. The sound of their rape and torture wafted up to Wesley as he lay in wait. The smell of beer and other spirits grew steadily as well. Wesley just smiled. His scent would be masked by the alcohol and other strong scents. When the victims' cries and sobbing finally subsided the weasel started his lethal work.

Wesley silently crawled down the hillside. Along the way he found three sleeping sentries. He silently made sure that they would never awaken. He skirted the edge of the encampment and worked his way around to Owain's tent. He had carefully planned his path while waiting and only encountered two more guards. He garroted them and propped them up to make it look like they were still alive and on duty.

Outside of Owain's tent, a huge bear and boar were stationed at the entrance. They were still reasonably alert, so Wesley did not even attempt to take them out. Instead he worked his way to the back of Owain's tent. One corner had been placed beside a bush. The weasel used the bush for cover as he carefully picked apart a seam of the tent. When an inch was open he looked inside. As he remembered, the corner was used for storage. He continued to quietly pick apart the seam until he had an opening barely larger than his head. He slithered silently through the opening and crouched behind the stack of armor and other goods.

Captain Owain and her seven lieutenants were asleep inside the tent. Apparently there had been an orgy that night as all were naked. Wesley almost snorted in disgust. The big doe had only gained her position as leader of the Snowdon Brigands by dint her superior strength and berserker madness in battle. The plunder kept her followers around her, but she was still a poor and slovenly leader. The tent reeked of not only sex but alcohol and decaying food.

Wesley was glad that there were no captives or other slaves in the tent that night. They would have presented some problems with which he did not wish to deal. As it was, there were only the eight Brigands with which to contend.

Wesley looked over the sleeping furs. He selected the order of each of his victims carefully to ensure that their deaths would not alert the others. When he struck it was almost anticlimactic. Each noiselessly succumbed to a single quick thrust of his stiletto into the base of their brain.

Wesley paused and looked down at the slowly cooling body of Owain. He wanted to make a further statement to make it clear that no one crossed him, but he was unsure what to do. He did not want to dismember her or otherwise alert the guards to his presence through the smell of blood or strange noises. A thought entered his head, and a grin slowly came to his muzzle.

Wesley picked up Owain's huge broadsword. He positioned it near the center pole of the tent and pushed it as deep into the ground as he could. The hilt was still near chest level on him when he was done. He found some rope and dropped it over his right shoulder. With considerable difficulty he picked up the limp body of Owain and brought the doe over to the broadsword. With surprising strength he managed to lift her up and impale the grip of her sword into her ass hole.

Wesley tied Owain's arms above her head to the central pole to keep her body from tipping over and falling off the sword hilt. Another rope wrapped around her chest above and below her breasts further secured Owain to the pole. Wesley wrapped the ends of the rope around the dead doe's breasts and tied the ropes as tight as he could. He used two more pieces of rope tied to other poles within the tent to pull her legs wide and expose her sex to all who looked upon her. In the morning whoever entered the tent first would come muzzle-to-muzzle with the naked body of their leader as she sat obscenely upon her sword. It would be a fittingly demeaning and disgraceful end to her life and reputation to satisfy Wesley's need for revenge.

When he was done, Wesley exited the tent the same way he had entered. He quickly sewed up the seam. It would not fool a seamstress, but it was good enough to prevent discovery without a careful examination. It was likely that no fur would guess that he had entered from the rear of the tent which meant the guards would become the immediate suspects when the bodies were discovered. No fur would be looking for a weasel assassin until much later, and by then it would be too late for all of the Snowdon Brigands.

Wesley continued onto the mess hall. The cooks were asleep, but the morning's breakfast was laid out. Wesley selected the barrel of grog. He withdrew the packet of powder from his hip pocket. He lifted the cover of the barrel and poured in the poison. It quickly dissolved and turned the alcohol into a deadly brew. An hour after drinking the poison it would cause the lungs of the victim to slowly stop working. The victim would first be short of breath. A while later they would start to gasp as the poison continued to work on them. Finally they could no longer be able to draw breath and collapse. They would lie there trying desperately to take one more breath before dying a slow, lingering death by asphyxiation. It was not a poison that Wesley favored since it was easy to determine the cause of death, but it had its uses. As much as anything, he wanted to make a statement with his deadly work today to ensure no fur would try to cross him ever again.

Wesley sneaked back out of the camp and returned to his vantage point. The morning dawned sunny, and the camp slowly came to life. The slaves and other captives were returned to a holding pen near the center of the camp. They were tied to posts or stakes to keep them from fleeing. Most of the new slaves from Dolgellau who had borne the brunt of the abuse last night curled up in a fetal position. They were still learning to cope with the life of a slave with the frequent rapes, beatings and general abuse.

The assassin watched the grog barrel carefully. As he had anticipated, most of the Brigands took a deep draught as soon as they awakened. Only a few had not drunk from it when the first of the dead sentries was found.

Wesley smiled as the brigands ran about like ants after an anthill was kicked open. He watched as several rushed into Owain's tent only to return almost immediately howling that their leaders were dead. One jabbered hysterically about how Captain Owain was impaled in the center of the tent. He could see two dozen Brigands confront the guards. There were words he could not quite make out, but then a fight broke out. The boar and bear killed or wounded ten Brigands before they were finally cut down and killed as traitors.

Uncertain what to do without any leadership, the remaining Brigands aimlessly milled about the camp. Wesley continued watching and waiting for the next part of his plan to unfold.

A small male hedgehog sat down. He was gasping for breath. Unable to catch it, he removed his armor. Others came to look at him, but they soon had the same problem. One by one most of the Brigands lay down. They gasped like fish out of water until they could no longer draw any breath. Then they just lay with dead eyes staring at the rising sun.

Only five Brigands remained. Two ran off. A boar threw a javelin and killed one of the deserters. A crossbow bolt from a deer buck took care of the other.

Wesley's eyes narrowed. The deer had shot the fleeing Brigand in the left shoulder in the same place as Wesley's wound. He had never known who shot him, but now he had a pretty good idea. He marked the deer buck for special, personal attention.

The remaining three Brigands split up and began to ransack the camp. Wesley quickly made his way down to the camp. The boar was carrying armor and weapons in both arms when Wesley stabbed him in the heart from behind. The clatter of falling armor brought the other two brigands running. Wesley melted into the shadows and worked his way around behind the wolf. A sharp knife edge drawn across her neck ended the life of the bitch.

The deer turned to see his last comrade lying in a rapidly growing pool of blood. A figure dressed in pure black stood over her. The killer reached up and pulled back his cloth mask to reveal his face.

"You!" the deer shouted as he grabbed for his crossbow. He recognized Wesley from two years before. He knew that the weasel would kill him if he did not kill the assassin first.

"Me!" Wesley replied jovially as he coolly threw a knife. It caught the buck in the right shoulder joint. His arm went dead from the pain. A second knife struck his left shoulder with a heavy thud. The buck's arms fell uselessly at his sides.

The buck turned to run, but Wesley threw two throwing stars. They lodged in the buck's hamstrings. The deer fell forward heavily. Even crippled as he was, the buck tried to crawl away while looking back over his shoulder at the grinning weasel.

"When you shoot someone in the back," Wesley said as he walked over to the buck and crouched beside him, "you should make sure you kill him.

"For the past two years, every time I have a twinge of pain in my shoulder, I have thought about you and what you did."

Wesley paused for a moment to let his words sink in. The buck's eyes grew wide in terror. Wesley could see the whites of his eyes.

"And now I am going to do something about it."

Wesley took out a hooked knife. He turned the buck over onto his back. Even as the deer tried to fend him off, Wesley buried the hook into his crotch. He pulled the knife up along the length of the buck's abdomen. The deer's innards exploded from the huge gash n his stomach.

The deer screamed for several seconds until Wesley cut his throat. The buck's screams became gurgles as the blood flowed. The weasel coolly watched as the life drained from the buck's eyes. When the last spark of life left his body, Wesley nodded once. His need for revenge was now satisfied completely.

Wesley stood and looked around him. The camp was filled with dead brigands and terrified captives. Wesley ignored both and began to go through the tents and purses of the Brigands. He whistled happily as he pocketed over ten thousand gold pieces. The Brigands were dumb and inept, but they were successful. He had counted on a good payday from their gold, and he was being rewarded well for his efforts.

When he was done, Wesley walked over to an older rabbit doe. Along the way he picked up a short sword. Her right leg was tied to a stake in the ground. She cringed and tried to flee as she saw her death approach. Her attempts pulled the short rope tight.

Wesley raised the sword. The doe turned and tried to scramble away.. She screamed in fear.

The taut rope parted, and the doe fell forward onto her face. She rolled over and looked up at the weasel. He tossed the sword down beside her.

"If you are quick, you can free everyone else before anyone else shows up. Harlech is about three hours down the road. The reputation of the Snowdon Brigands is probably going to keep the vultures away long enough for you to get there unmolested if you don't dawdle.

"Delay, and those who pick the bones left by the Brigands will take you to be their slaves.

"Or worse."

Without another word Wesley turned and left the encampment. His work was done, and he had nothing more to do there. Now he had the rest of his reward to claim.

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As he promised, Wesley appeared at the gates of Harlech late that afternoon to claim his fee. He had taken the time to clean up in a nearby river and don fresh clothes. Lunch and a siesta had refreshed him. The delay had also allowed the survivors from the Snowdon Brigand's encampment to reach Harlech well before him and tell their story.

The assassin ignored the stares and fear in many of the furs' eyes. The survivors had told the badgers what he had done, and they were clearly afraid of him. It some ways it was quite a feat to terrify an entire cete of badgers, but Wesley did not care. All he cared about was his gold, his goods and mostly his young virgin badgeress. The front of his pants had a marked bulge as he strode through the town to the meeting hall.

Elder Jason waited alone for the weasel in the meeting hall. He did not look up as the assassin entered.

"I did what you wanted," Wesley said bluntly.

"So we have been told," Jason responded. His voice was tired.

"The survivors told us about how the Brigands died to the last fur at your paws. They told us of the sight of Owain in her tent, her body defiled by her own sword as she sat obscenely upon it. They told us about how you killed the buck, the last of the Brigands."

Elder Jason looked up at the weasel standing at the far end of the table.

"They also told us how you took the Brigand's gold," the badger said accusingly.

Wesley shrugged his shoulders and replied, "You never said I could not take it, and I was not about to leave it there for the scavengers to find and take."

"Isn't it enough for you?" Elder Jason demanded. "Do you have to take more from us?

"We are a poor community. Your fee may well break us."

"You have the new blood of the survivors of the Brigands' raids to strengthen and expand you.

"I doubt that feeding one more mouth will be that difficult for you even if I do no productive labor for you. If it does your town is on too shaky a footing to continue anyway."

"But aren't they enough already?! Do you have to take the most precious thing Verde has? Something that can never be replaced?"

"Yes, because she made a deal with me, and I expect her and your village to honor it.

"I would not have gone after the Snowdon Brigands if not for your commission. I have every right to what was promised me as payment."

Wesley continued coldly, "That is how I do business. I will give you everything you purchase, but you have to pay the price when I deliver. It is the same for all the rest of my customers. If I let you or anyone off the hook for payment, my reputation and honor will suffer."

Elder Jason sighed. He had not expected the weasel to be swayed so easily, but he still had one last desperate card to play.

"You did not take the slaves," the Elder said.

"No, I did not," Wesley replied warily.

"Why not? They were worth more than the gold you took."

"Slaves have to be fed, watered, housed, and cared for until they are sold. Being alone I could not guard them and prevent them from escaping either. It would have cost me more to keep them than they are worth to me."

"You could have taken the prettiest femfurs for your own."

Wesley saw where the older badger was taking this conversation.

"Yes, I could have, but none of them were virgins by then."

Elder Jason stood and leaned forward. He spread his arms pleadingly.

"Do you have no mercy? No compassion?

"Will you destroy Verde just so you can say that you deflowered a virgin badger?"

Wesley snorted.

"She knew what was going to be required of her, and she agreed to it. I never hid my intentions or desires.

"For me it is just a business deal - her virginity in exchange for my killing skills.

"And now I want my payment!"

Desperately Elder Jason asked, "Will you take something else in payment? We could try to reach some other compromise!"

"No," Wesley said flatly to bring the conversation to an end.

Elder Jason collapsed in his chair in defeat. He had little hope that he could save Verde from her fate, but for her granddaughter's sake he had to try.

"I cannot stop you, and you did earn her. It is clear that you will not change your mind."

Elder Jason looked up and added hotly, "But damn you to Hell for all time for what you will do to her!"

Neither fur said anything for several seconds. They just looked at each other - the badger in pure hatred; the weasel calmly.

After several seconds Elder Jason called out, "Timothy, bring in Verde!"

The door at the back of the meeting hall opened, and Timothy entered leading Verde. Wesley arched his eyebrows in surprise. Verde's paws were bound behind her back, and Timothy was leading her by a rope looped about her neck.

Wesley looked at Elder Jason and demanded, "Has she changed her mind?"

Before Elder Jason could reply Verde said hotly, "No, but this is the way slaves are presented to their new Masters, is it not? On a leash, bound helplessly."

"You are not my slave."

"Am I not? What else would you call me?" she demanded hotly.

"You made your choice and made the offer, not I. You are still a freefur and will return here in a week to live out the rest of your life as you see fit."

Verde just turned her back on Wesley and waited. It was clear that she was going to be stubborn. Inwardly Wesley warmed more to the feisty young femfur. Idly he wondered how she would behave when he took her to his bed. He enjoyed spirited females as sexual companions.

Elder Jason picked up a belt pouch and tossed it to the weasel.

Wesley opened the pouch. Inside was his gold. He did not count it, but he was certain it was all there. They might foolishly wish to renegotiate the deal, but the badgers were honest.

"The rest of my goods?" Wesley asked distractedly as he looked over Verde's back side. He found his gaze returning repeatedly to her shapely ass cheeks and deliciously curved flanks. He could barely wait to have them in his paws.

"The cart is waiting outside for you. You can take what you want later as well, just like we agreed."

Sarcastically Elder Jason added, "I hope you are satisfied."

Wesley looked at the old badger male. His teeth were bared in a smile, but there was no mistaking his anger and contempt for the weasel.

"It will do," Wesley replied without batting an eyelash. He was used to angry and temperamental customers. Those who hired assassins to do their dirty work were not always all that emotionally or mentally stable.

Wesley walked over and took Verde's lead from Timothy.

"Show me the cart," he ordered the young male badger.

Reluctantly Timothy led the weasel and badgeress outside to a waiting cart. The back was filled with fresh produce, flour and other provisions. After a quick glance at the goods Wesley motioned Timothy to take the draft horse by the halter and head out of the town. Wesley's paw still gripped Verde's lead.

Many villagers watched the assassin and the badgers go. There was a mixture of anger at him and pity for Verde in their gazes. The survivors of Dolgellau and the other towns destroyed by the Snowdon Brigands knew what was to happen to Verde from firsthand experience. They had told the residents of Harlech about their experience in vivid detail. It left none with any illusions about Verde's fate.

Once out of sight of Harlech Wesley stopped.

"Turn around,' he ordered Verde.

"So, are you going to rape me now and not even wait until we get to your bed?" Verde asked scathingly as she turned and presented her back to him.

"No."

Verde felt a slight tug at her wrists and then the ropes fell away. She looked over her shoulder and saw Wesley return a knife to his belt sheath.

The weasel reached out and pulled the rope lead over the badgeress' head. He tossed it into the ditch.

"I am just going to get rid of this ridiculous junk."

The threesome walked for a couple of hours in near silence. Wesley's profession took him to the cities far more than to little towns like Harlech, but his den was still close to Verde's home. By late evening they arrived there.

Timothy helped Verde unload the cart and pack the goods up the hill to Wesley's den. He supervised their work but did not lift a paw to help. When they were done Wesley sent Timothy back to Harlech. He doubted that anyfur would attack the badger male given his size and what had happened recently in the area. He even doubted that there were any professional thieves out right now. Not that he particularly cared. He just wanted Verde to himself starting now.

Verde stood just inside the door to Wesley's den. She trembled and could not raise her head to meet his eyes. With Timothy gone her ordeal was sure to begin.

For his part Wesley looked over the young badger femfur standing just inside his parlor. She was as beautiful as he remembered her with her shapely body. Her innocence and uncertainty which contrasted so much with her brazen attitude before excited him. He again wondered which way she would be in bed once he had her there. Either way Wesley was certain he would enjoy Verde over the coming week.

Wesley had gone to sleep earlier that day with his paw wrapped around his shaft. He had pawed to the memory of Verde standing in the dim light of the meeting hall, naked and on display for him, Wesley was ready to see her naked body again.

"Take off your clothes and hang them on the hook beside you," Wesley instructed Verde. "You will not need them again until it is time for you to leave."

Verde slowly undid the ties of her dress and removed it. Underneath she wore nothing since she and her family were poor and could not afford luxuries like undergarments. She carefully hung up her dress. She slipped her shoes off and placed them on the floor beneath her dress. When she was done she stood in the entryway with her arms limp at her side and paws fisted. She cried quietly save for an occasional snuffle.

Wesley watched Verde through slitted eyes. She was a very fine sight to behold and well worth the work he had done to get her. His eyes strayed down from her face, past her delicious breasts, over her taut tummy and beyond the small triangle of black fur to her slit. A smile played over his muzzle. He was looking forward to bedding this beautiful young femfur.

"Turn around," Wesley ordered Verde.

Verde did as the weasel ordered. She could practically feel his eyes on her ass. She looked back over her shoulder and, sure enough, he was staring at her ass. The bulge on the front of his trousers had grown even larger.

"Lift your tail. I want to see if your butt is as beautiful as I remember it."

Verde was actually surprised to hear Wesley complimenting her body. She was a little confused as she lifted her tail. A huge smile appeared on the watching weasel as her well rounded bottom was placed on full display. She blushed a bit even as she quietly growled deep in her throat at the lascivious male. When he looked her in the face and grinned, she had to turn her head away.

Wesley heard Verde's growl but ignored it. He was enjoying the view of the feisty young female that was to be his for the coming week too much to react. He was certain that it was going to be enjoyable bedding her.

First, though, he had things to do to prepare her properly.

Verde was surprised by the light touch on her left shoulder. The weasel had soundlessly crossed the room to her.

"Come," Wesley said. Verde was surprised to hear compassion and caring in his calm voice. In her few dealings with him up until now, the assassin had always been cold and hard.

Wesley led Verde not to the bedroom but to the bathroom. A steaming cauldron of water sat over a fire beside a claw foot bath tub. Buckets of clean, unheated water had been placed beside the tub as well. Wesley had taken the opportunity to start the fire and draw the water while Verde and Timothy were getting the supplies from the wagon.

"Draw your bath," Wesley instructed Verde. "Make it as hot as you wish."

A hot bath was a luxury that Verde had never enjoyed. She used an empty bucket to fill the bath tub a quarter full with hot water. She added an equal amount of cold water to temper it. Before she could slide into the waiting water, Wesley poured in a liquid from a bottle. The room filled with the smell of blooming roses.

Verde sighed as she slipped her body into the nice warm water. It felt heavenly, and the scent from the bath oil was a delight to breathe. She settled back into the tub. As the warmth penetrated her pelt her muscles began to slowly loosen. She had not realized how tense she was until her shoulders finally slumped and she sighed contentedly.

Wesley removed his clothes. Verde watched him intently. She had seen plenty of male animals and even some boy badgers when they were feeling randy. One could not avoid that type of sight in a small farming community. The weasel was incredibly slim and lithe. His entire body reminded Verde of a coiled spring ready to strike as befitted an assassin. His fur was well groomed and glistened with health in the light of the bathroom.

Verde's gaze slid down Wesley's body to his crotch. He had smaller testicles than the badger males she had seen, and his sheath was smaller. Surprisingly he was not erect, so she did not know his length or girth, but she suspected he would not be uncomfortably large when he mounted her after the first time. She was wide hipped after all. She had heard plenty about the first time from her friends and even some older femfurs, though...

Verde tried to turn her thoughts to other things, but the scent of roses was now mixed with the musky smell of a male weasel in rut. The odor made it hard to concentrate on anything else except the reason why she was here and what would soon happen to her.

Wesley knelt behind Verde outside the bathtub and said, "Lean forward."

Verde bent forward. Wesley's paws began to work a rose scented shampoo into her back fur. He gave her some shampoo to apply to the rest of her body as well. His paws felt so good as he kneaded and massaged her muscles. She had heard about massages once or twice, but she had never expected to receive one. The weasel seemed to know exactly what he was doing too. Her fear and remaining tenseness melted under his paws. He used some more shampoo in her hair to rid it of the dust and dirt from the trip here. He rinsed her hair and returned to massaging Verde's shoulders.

After some time Wesley said quietly, "I think it is time to rinse out the shampoo."

Verde nodded. She was still nervous about losing her maidenhead, but she felt calmer now. She had made the pact with the assassin, and she meant to see it through. It was her choice to make this sacrifice to save her village. At least he did not seem as threatening now as he had when he had surveyed her naked body back in her village.

Verde rinsed off the shampoo still in her pelt and stood. She was uncomfortably conscious of her nudity. Wesley was also obviously aware of it as well. His shaft had slid out of his sheath and was standing like a six inch long pink tentacle protruding from his crotch. Verde glanced at it and then looked away. She still did not want to think too much about it and what it would do to her.

Wesley drained the tub and then poured tepid water over her body to rinse the last of the shampoo from her pelt. There was still just a hint of rose scent left in it when he was done. He took a towel and dried her body. His paws explored her body as he did so. They lingered on her breasts and other private spots. Verde felt a flush coming to her cheeks, but she was not sure if it was from embarrassment or arousal. The weasel's paws actually felt good as they gently groped her body through the thick cloth of the towel.

After Verde was dry, Wesley led the young badgeress into the bedroom at the back of his den. In the middle of the room was an elegant canopy bed with many pillows and bolsters. He sat Verde down on edge of the bed. The mattress was firm but had no uncomfortable lumps like hers at home.

The weasel arranged a bolster and pillows in the middle of the bed. He guided Verde down to a reclining position with her upper body propped up by the pillows and her legs lying flat on the bed.

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Verde was becoming nervous again. She grabbed the bedspread in her paws. She could not look at the weasel directly. Instead she turned her head away and waited for him to take his pleasure with her virgin body.

Wesley grinned a bit at the sight of the nervous, naked badgeress. Her innocence added so much to her sexual appeal. He reached out and placed his right paw on Verde's stomach. She expected his paw to move downward to her sex, but he just rubbed her belly like her father had growing up when she had a nightmare.

The weasel waited for Verde to calm down again. When her breathing returned to normal he asked. "Afraid?"

"Yes," Verde whispered.

"Why?"

Verde looked at the weasel in surprise. Her confusion turned to anger.

"_ WHY?! _ Because I am about to be raped! That's why!"

Wesley continued to gently rub Verde's belly.

"Technically," he replied evenly, "it is not rape since you agreed to provide your sexual services in exchange for my killing services.

"It is actually prostitution."

Verde loudly growled deep in her throat. How dare this weasel call her a whore! He just grinned at her pride and feistiness.

"Personally, though," Wesley continued without acknowledging the implicit threat of the badgeress' growl, "I think it is very noble of you."

Verde's growl stopped suddenly, and she asked in shock, "Noble?'

"Yes. Noble.

"You are making a great personal sacrifice for your cete.

"Let's be honest for a moment. The town would have been destroyed if you did not pay my price, and you and all the other cubs and femfurs would be enslaved. Your males would have been butchered.

"Because you are giving me one of the most precious things you have, they are alive and well and will remain so. The town will likely even prosper with the freed captives that will settle there now.

"I would call your sacrifice noble for those reasons."

Verde blinked her eyes in confusion. She was suddenly very uncertain about the weasel. He seemed much more complex than a simple rutting male wanting a femfur for his pleasure or even a skilled assassin killing for pay.

"So does that mean you will let me go?" she asked hopefully.

Wesley laughed out loud long and hard.

When he recovered, he replied, "No, I enjoy my sex far too much to let such an incredibly beautiful and sensuous female badger escape from my bed so easily."

Verde looked up in wonder at the assassin. No one had ever called her beautiful let alone sensuous.

"I think you will actually enjoy most of the week. I have my kinks-"

"Kinks?" Verde interrupted.

"Kinks are unusual sexual practices like anal sex, fisting, bondage and other things."

Verde shivered. She could guess what anal sex was and knew enough to recognize what bondage was. She was not going to ask what fisting was. She was afraid she would not like the answer in the least.

"I am not," Wesley continued, "particularly interested in hurting you."

Returning to his original thought Wesley rose and said, "I think we should remind your village of your nobility and sacrifice."

Wesley took out a pure white cloth from a dresser to Verde's left. He had Verde lift her flanks from the bed and placed it underneath her hips and thighs.

"What is this for?" she asked.

"When your hymen, the piece of skin that covers your love canal, is ruptured it will bleed a bit."

Verde gasped in fear.

"Only a bit. It is comparable to a small cut or scrape.

"The blood will flow out onto the cloth. We will set it aside later, and you can hang it just inside your door for all to see and remember how you sacrificed your virginity to save their lives."

"I have heard from my married friends," Verde said tentatively, "that losing one's virginity hurts like hell."

Wesley nodded his head yes.

"For some femfurs, it hurts badly," Wesley replied.

"For most, it is a transitory pain at most. soon overwhelmed by the pleasures of sex."

"Pleasure?"

Wesley laughed at the confused look on the badgeress' face. His right paw found her well toned, muscular stomach again.

"Pleasure!

"Surely you have played with yourself at night?"

Verde blushed furiously. Wesley noted her reaction and wondered just what she had done to bring about such a strong reaction. He mused to himself that she was either very embarrassed by talking about sex or had something to hide. He suspected the later more than the former.

"And did you like how you felt?" the weasel asked very directly.

Verde turned her head away and mumbled an affirmative. Wesley lifted his right paw from the badgeress' belly and turned her muzzle around so she had to look him in the face. He gently pushed her braids out of the way.

"If you think that was good, just wait until you find out how much pleasure an experienced male like me can give a young, virgin female like you."

Verde stared at him incredulously.

"Stop and think, Verde! If sex was so terrible why do you think there are so many cubs and kits running around? Everyfur wants it - male and female! It is fun and the most intense physical pleasure you will ever experience.

"Trust me; you will crave it from this day forward once you experience it.

"And I think it is time for you to experience sex for the first time."

Wesley's paw returned to Verde's belly. He started to rub her abdomen again, but his circles grew steadily larger until he was brushing the bottom of her breasts and the top of her bush.

Verde gulped. The touch of the weasel was having an effect on her. She felt a gentle glow of pleasure beginning in her stomach. It felt much like when she slipped a paw down her stomach at night but much better. When the male leaned forward and began to lick her right breast the glow suddenly erupted and spread through her entire body.

"OH!" she exclaimed at the sudden warmth and pleasure suffusing her body.

Wesley chuckled but did not stop his slow, gentle laps. He ran his tongue over the outer reaches of her breast. His laps moved inward until he barely grazed her areoles. His hot tongue lapped eagerly at her nearly bare flesh.

Verde clenched the bedspread in her paws even tighter than she had before and clamped her jaw shut, but the unmistakable sounds of her muffled screams still were easily heard over the slurping sound of Wesley's tongue.

Wesley stopped licking just long enough to look up at Verde. Her eyes were wide and her look a bit panicked as she felt strange, intense sensations run through her body. The weasel continued to watch the badgeress' eyes as his mouth descended, and he took her now hard nipple into his mouth and suckled.

The pleasure the weasel was giving Verde was just too much to be contained. She threw her head back and gave a full throated howl as she orgasmed for the first time at the paws of a male fur. Wesley continued to suck at her right teat as she writhed in pure sexual pleasure in her first true sexual encounter with a male fur.

When she quieted, Wesley asked Verde, "Still think sex is not going to be pleasurable?"

Verde was panting far too hard to reply. She did not need to say anything, though. The wild but still wanting look in her eyes was enough to let Wesley know how much she had liked his attention.

"I'm sure your mother and father had plenty of nights together like this. That's why you are here today.

"Right now, though, I have other plans for you."

The weasel used his right paw to pull Verde's knees apart about two feet. She felt so open and vulnerable in that position, but she did not complain or resist. Instead she silently watched as Wesley shifted his body around until he was kneeling between her legs. He leaned forward and lightly pinned her paws to the sheets by grabbing her wrists and pressing down with his weight. His mouth hovered over her breasts. She unconsciously closed her legs just a bit until her inner thighs pressed gently against his knees and upper calves.

Verde looked between the male's legs. She could see his pink shaft protruding from his sheath. It was poised over her sex. She swallowed. That thing was going into her.

Verde hoped she would not scream in fear when Wesley mounted her. The only thing worse would be to pass out from the pain or the terror of being raped by the weasel. She refused to disgrace herself or her people that way.

Wesley surprised the badgeress by not mounting Verde. Instead he dropped his head and began to nuzzle, lick and mouth her cleavage and nipples. The sexual fire in Verde's body had never truly abated after her orgasm. Wesley rapidly brought it back to a roaring inferno.

Verde was moaning loudly. The pleasure running through her body was making it impossible to speak. She could barely even think. Her fear was burned from her mind by the pure white hot fire of the sexual pleasure this male was giving her. She was only partially aware of Wesley's tongue moving from her breasts to her belly. She suddenly came back to her senses as she felt the strange sensation of the weasel licking her outer pussy lips.

"What are you doing?" Verde screamed as she looked down at the weasel licking her crotch.

"Lie still and find out," Wesley replied without raising his head.

"But- !"

"Lie still!" Wesley said with some heat. He did not want to interrupt his cunnilingus to debate what he was doing with her. He had no doubt that in a few minutes she would not be objecting to his tongue's attention at all. After that he would start taking his delayed pleasure.

Verde was surprised at the sudden change in Wesley's tone, but she did as she was commanded. Even freefurs obeyed the commands of their superiors without question. Failure to do so often brought immediate death for insubordination and insurrection. Right now Verde was this weasel's slave. Her self-preservation instincts kicked in, and she lay as still as she could while Wesley systematically licked every bit of her mound.

The fire growing in Verde's crotch exploded as the long, thin tongue of the weasel slid into her slit and rapidly flicked around inside of her pussy's wet pink interior. She screamed and arched her back as another orgasm took her.

Wesley lapped up her sweet nectar and inhaled her scent. She was not quite ready to be mounted yet, but he would take care of that. Then he would finally have his pleasure.

The weasel started to nose Verde's clitoris.

"OH!" Verde shouted in shock as she felt sudden immense waves of pleasure coming from her most intimate and sensitive area. Since her breasts had first poked out of her chest she had often played with the hard nub at the top of her slit, but the pleasure of her own paw was nothing compared to the delight she felt as first the weasel's nose then lips and tongue manipulated her clitoris. She could not stop her body from mounting towards yet another strong orgasm.

Wesley's muzzle latched onto Verde's clit and began to suck it hard. He rapidly flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. She was barely over her last orgasm and had not really recovered when she felt her body suddenly explode in another massive washout.

The weasel rode the flaying badgeress with his mouth until she finished her orgasm and lay heavily on the bed, completely drained from four quick climaxes. She had never had so many orgasms so quickly in her life, and she found herself strangely wanting even more. As she lay enjoying the intense afterglow, Wesley made his move.

Wesley slid up Verde's body, gently lapping her belly again before coming to her breasts. He reached down and spread her legs further. She did not realize what he was doing until she felt the tip of his shaft pressed against her pussy lips.

"No!" Verde shouted in fear and shock as she felt her pussy lips spread by a cock for the first time.

"Yes," Wesley replied evenly.

"This is what you agreed to do. It will not hurt much if any now.

"Now lay still."

"Please...," Verde pleaded. She looked up at the weasel with puppy dog eyes.

"I'll be gentle. I promise."

Wesley grinned, "Why do you think I went to all of the trouble to get you to come so many times before I take you?"

Verde bit her lower lip and did as she was told. The truth was she felt incredible right now, and she knew that the weasel did not have to make her feel this good before he coupled with her. Even the warm male flesh ready to snake into her cunny felt good with its gentle throbbing against her outer pussy lips. She closed her eyes and prayed for strength.

"Do what you will," Verde said. She turned her head away. She did not want to watch this randy male mount her and take her maidenhead.

It did not matter, though. She gasped as she felt the pink knob of the weasel's shaft open her slit and press against her hymen. She felt so hot that the strange intruder felt good. She was so wet and hot that he had no trouble working the first bit of his cock into her. She strangely felt herself getting aroused yet again.

Wesley paused with his prick pressed against Verde's maidenhead for just a moment to coil his body. With a quick forward thrust Wesley ruptured Verde's hymen.

"Oh," Verde said softly.

The loss of her virginity and the rupture of her maidenhead were rather anticlimactic for Verde. There was just a feeling of pressure followed by a small tearing sensation. She was so sexually aroused she barely noticed the slight pain or the blood that started to flow from her cunt. The feeling was totally overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensation of several inches of Wesley's cock filling her virgin love tunnel.

Wesley laid into Verde's breasts with a vengeance with his mouth and tongue as he gently and slowly slipped his cock entirely into her wet snatch. He brought her to a fifth orgasm as his shaft was sheathed in her pussy. When she was at the height of her climax he started to thrust again. He started slowly but increased his tempo as Verde's inarticulate cries encouraged him to go faster. The badgeress' orgasm continued unabated as he worked his dick in and out of her cunt. Together they came. His hot seed sprayed over the interior of her vagina. She could feel every drop coating her interior.

When he was done, Wesley withdrew. Verde looked down at his wilting cock. She brought her paws up to her muzzle at the sight of the bright red blood and strange white fluid covering his cock.

"Don't worry. It looks a lot worse than it is,' Wesley told her when he saw where she was looking.

"Just lay here for a few minutes. We'll go take a bath to clean up once your bleeding stops."

Verde pushed herself up onto her paws and looked down at her slit. A small red rivulet trailed down between her open legs and collected in a small pool on the white cloth beneath her body. She swallowed as she saw the blood, but she was a strong farm girl and did not faint or avert her eyes. Instead she lay back when she saw the flow slowing quickly and knew that she was in no danger of bleeding to death.

Wesley lay beside Verde. He nuzzled her face and talked to her gently. Her left paw slowly found its way to her crotch. She had to know if she was alright down there. She gasped as she touched her sex.

"Does it hurt?" Wesley asked.

"Not much,' Verde replied. In fact her gasp had been one of pleasure, not pain. Despite all that had happened to her in this bed at the assassin's paws her touch had sent an electric thrill through her body.

"Trust me. The worst is over, and in a couple of hours you will be fine.

"In the meantime, we will take a bath and get something to eat."

Wesley rose up on his left elbow and leered down at Verde.

"Then we can have some more fun!"

Verde looked up at him. She had to admit that the climaxes had been intensely pleasurable. She found herself wondering what else the weasel would do and if it would be as pleasurable. He had mentioned his kinks, and she had a lot of doubts about them. However, if he brought her as much pleasure again as she had just experienced, she thought she could likely stand the rest. She was a tough peasant girl who worked a farm from sunrise to sunset. Surely he would not do anything truly terrible to her? He seemed to have a softer side than his public steel exterior though he did not hesitate to command her when he felt the need.

Still, his commands had led to pleasure, not pain.

Perhaps this week would not be as bad as Verde had feared. The loss of her virginity had not been terrible. Indeed, there was much about it that she had enjoyed. She doubted that any male badger in the village would have been as caring about her well being and pleasure if he had taken her virginity in their wedding bed. She decided to try to enjoy as much of what was to come she could. It was preferable to the alternatives.

Wesley led Verde back to the bathroom. They drew another bath, and Wesley helped Verde into the bathtub. She was surprised when he entered as well. It was tight fit, but the supple weasel was able to kneel facing Verde as she sat in the tub.

"Time for both of us to clean up," he explained.

Wesley washed away the blood and sperm from Verde's still tender cunt. He worked slowly and gently, and Verde felt no pain. Indeed she began to feel better in a special kind of way, much as she had when the weasel had used his mouth on her sex.

When Wesley started to clean his male tool, Verde reached out and took the sponge from the weasel's paw. Wesley looked at her in surprise, but he did not stop her. She wet the sponge and carefully cleaned away her blood. It was strange seeing it on another fur. She took the time to examine his member in some detail as well. She was sure that she would become quite intimately familiar with it in the coming days, but seeing it like this now took away some of her dread.

As Verde worked Wesley's shaft hardened until it was as erect as when he had mounted her. Verde knew how good the assassin's mouth had made her feel. She wanted to see if she could do the same to him. She dropped the sponge and leaned forward. She put a paw on the weasel's chest and pushed him back into a reclining position as she got up onto her knees. There was barely enough room for her to lean down and touch his pink shaft with her mouth. She started to lip and kiss his hard member.

Wesley allowed Verde to play with him for a few minutes. He smirked a bit. He had thought she would end up enjoying sex, and she was proving him right. A few drops of precum started to ooze from the tip of his cock as she aroused him more fully.

The badgeress obviously had no idea how to suck him off, so Wesley decided to guide her.

"Take it into you muzzle and suck," Wesley ordered her.

"What?"

"Haven't you ever heard any of the other girls talking about sucking off a male?"

"Well...

"Yeah.

"Kinda."

"Well, that's what you are going to do now.

"Open your muzzle and swallow me."

Hesitantly Verde did as the assassin commanded. His thin shaft tasted of soap and water at first, but soon the taste turned salty as his precum flowed from his balls. She sucked and licked Wesley as he commanded her until there was suddenly an eruption of something hot and sticky from Wesley's dick. Verde nearly gagged. She pulled back. Gobs of something white erupted from the weasel's cock and landed on her face and breasts. In the tight confines of the bathtub she could not avoid being coated with his cum.

"Nice!" Wesley said when he was done cumming.

"Next time, swallow my load."

"What?" Verde said incredulously. She had no desire to drink his seed. It tasted terrible.

"I expect you to swallow every drop when I have you give me a blow job. I'm sure you will develop a taste for jism quickly."

Ominously Wesley continued, "If you don't, I will punish you, most likely with a good over-the-knee spanking like you used to get when you were a bad kit.

"This time, though, it is going to be on your bare ass, and it is going to hurt a lot more!"

Verde swallowed audibly. She had no doubt that this murderer could and would do terrible things to her if she did not do as ordered or tried to resist. His reminder of her precarious position brought back the dichotomy of his kindness towards her and the demands he placed upon her. The situation was much more complex by far than she had anticipated, but it also seemed to generally be more favorable towards her than she had expected.

Even if she had to drink the weasel's nasty tasting sperm.

"In the meantime," Wesley said more lightheartedly, "Let's get some food. I don't want you passing out on me from hunger.

"Afterwards I'll have some more fun with you."

The pair ate a generous meal from the foods provided by Harlech. In truth Verde ate far better as she sat naked at the weasel's table with the assassin than she had for any meal besides a Harvest Feast.

Afterwards the assassin took Verde into the living room. He placed her on her paws and knees over a large, well padded ottoman covered in faux leather. At least Verde hoped it was not real cowhide. Given the weasel's profession there was an uncomfortably possibility that it was real skin.

"Lift your tail nice and high. I want you to keep it up all the time unless I tell you otherwise," Wesley told Verde.

The badgeress lifted her tail as ordered. She could feel just the faintest of breezes across her tail hole. There was no question that she was totally exposed to the roving gaze of the weasel. It brought back memories of the first time he had seen her naked in the meeting hall. This time she did not feel nearly as much shame or embarrassment. Now her thoughts centered more upon the sexual gratification that was likely to come.

Wesley stood behind the badgeress. She could see him in a strategically placed full length mirror. He used his paws to open her thighs and expose her slit. His paws roamed over her flanks and lower back for several minutes before his right paw slid underneath her body and started to play with her labia again. Verde moaned in pleasure as Wesley fingered her to the verge of an orgasm and held her there for several minutes. She nearly cried when he withdrew his paw, but she felt him grab her flanks. In the mirror she saw his erect cock disappear behind her bottom a moment before he entered her from behind with a quick, hard thrust.

Wesley continued to thrust rapidly as he worked his way into Verde's cunt. In the mirror they could both could see her breasts as they hung beneath her body like fleshy ripe fruit. They jumped each time the weasel thrust. When Wesley finally hilted his cock in her and his hips slammed into her flank with each thrust, they started to truly dance.

At first Verde was a passive recipient of Wesley's thrusts, but, as the fire in her crotch spread to encompass her entire body, she started to thrust her hips backwards to meet Wesley's dick. By the time they came together she was thrusting as hard as the male.

When he was done for the moment Wesley had Verde remain on her paws and knees upon the ottoman. His right index finger started to play with her tail hole. She gasped in shock as she felt him press his finger against her tight anal orifice. She clenched her bottom in an attempt to keep the intruder out. She had never had another fur touch her there, and she had never tried to put anything within her ass hole. The mere thought was totally foreign to her.

Wesley did not seem to be disappointed by her tightness. Verde sensed he actually enjoyed it for some reason.

"It looks like you are going to need a little loosening up before I can enjoy your tail hole," the weasel said cryptically.

"Go use the chamber pot. Empty everything out and then come to the bedroom where I will be waiting. I want to enjoy a couple of my kinks now, and what I intend will prepare you well for the rest of the week."

Wesley grinned a bit evilly.

"Once you recover from it!"

The weasel slapped her on the flank and told her, "Now move!"

Verde was a bit scared, but she did as she was commanded. She was not sure about the weasel and his kinks, but so far he had hurt her far less than he could have, and she had experienced some very real physical pleasure at his paws. Her steps were a bit wobbly from all of the energy she had expended in her orgasms, not because she was in great pain. If it meant that her village was safe, she could take what this male demanded of her.

When she entered the bedroom the pillows were gone from the bed but the bolster was in the middle. Wesley was attaching four ropes to the corner posts.

"Lay face down on the bed with your hips over the bolster," the weasel commanded Verde distractedly as he concentrated on securing the fourth and final rope to the bed post.

The badgeress did as commanded. She could not help but notice how high up in the air her butt was in this position. With her tail held high there was nothing to prevent easy access to her behind.

Verde was not particularly surprised when Wesley proceeded to tie the ropes to her wrists and ankles. He pulled her body tight over the bolster. Her fingers and toes barely touched the mattress when he was done. She took several deep breaths to calm down and tried hard to think of her family and the rest of the village. She needed to be strong for them now as she paid their debt to this assassin.

Wesley brought a small pot sitting on the dresser over to the bed and placed it between Verde's legs. She felt him apply something cold and slick to her outer tail hole.

"Now to open you up for some serious backdoor action."

Verde felt Wesley's right index finger press against her pink anal rose. This time he did not stop when she clenched her ass cheeks tight. Instead he continued to press forward. She could feel his index finger wriggle its way past her anus and into her rectum. He rotated his finger to coat her tail hole with lubricant before withdrawing. For a moment Verde thought it was over, but then the digit returned. Worse, it was soon joined by a second finger.

Wesley watched Verde's face as he used his index and middle fingers to slowly stretch her anal muscles. She was breathing hard, and there was a wild look in her eyes, but she did not cry out or seem to be in any great distress. She kept clenching her ass to try to keep him out, but all that did was heighten the friction. He inserted a third and later a fourth finger as he felt her ass hole loosen more and more.

When he felt Verde was ready for more, Wesley said, "Anyfur can be fisted. It just takes patience and time.

"Now lie still, and this should not hurt too badly."

Wesley worked his thumb into Verde's anus. He started pushing forward. One by one his finger joints disappeared into Verde's ass.

Verde opened her mouth and tried to scream, but no sound came out. It felt as if Wesley was driving a wedge between her butt cheeks and splitting her in two from below. Tears welled up in her eyes and trickled down her cheeks to fall on the bedspread beneath her. His assurance aside, she was certain that he would wreck her body.

Wesley twisted his paw back and forth, and his knuckles made it into Verde's bottom. With the largest portion of his paw inside of Verde's rectum it was easy for Wesley to work the rest of his paw up to his wrist into her ass.

Wesley paused for a moment. Verde was in obvious distress, but she was not screaming and had not passed out. He doubted that she was particularly enjoying his fun, but she at least appeared not to be in excessive pain. He enjoyed anal pleasure, and he wanted her ready for him later that week. There was no reason to stop, so he continued with his play.

Wesley leaned forward a bit and said, "And now to show you why they call this 'fisting'."

Verde felt Wesley's paw move within her. It was a very strange sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. As he made a fist her behind suddenly felt incredibly full. She felt violated and denigrated, and she wanted to cry, but she steeled her will and fought against the tears and the cries of shame.

"And now to continue even deeper..."

For the next half hour Verde remained tied face down on the bed as Wesley fisted her in the ass. All she could do was grit her teeth and wince in pain as he slowly worked over a third of his forearm up into her bottom. Fortunately his forearm was not too much large than his wrist, but it still forced her ever more open as he worked his right arm deep into her.

Later as she lay panting on the bed with her bottom feeling like someone had split her ass wide open with a maul she was very proud of herself for not screaming in pain or breaking down crying in shame. Her honor and that of her village has been retained throughout her ordeal. It did not minimize the pain in her ass hole, but it allowed her to keep some portion of her pride.

"You took that surprisingly well. Most femfurs would be curled up in the fetal position screaming or crying incoherently by now," Wesley commented.

"I will have to remember this."

Verde was not sure if she was happy about the thought of him "remembering" how well she took his arm in her ass. At least now she knew she could endure it if he decided to do it again. She was nearly certain that he would be tying her face down over the bolster again a few more times that week as he satisfied his kinks.

After a light snack and some wine the pair of furs retired beneath the covers of the bed. Verde expected the weasel to have her again, but he just kissed her and turned over. A few moments later she could hear his breathing slow. He was asleep, and she was too tired to stay awake. She rolled away from Wesley and closed her eyes. She passed out more than slipped into sleep.

Verde slept fitfully that night. Her body hurt in strange places, and the enormity of what had happened to her was slowly seeping in around the corners of her consciousness despite her mind's best efforts to keep the memories at bay. Her dreams were a mixture of pleasure and pain as she relived her ordeal of the day. Strangely the pleasure won out, and her sleep quieted as she dreamed of Wesley mounting her and the feel of his hard dick in her cunny.

The next morning began with Wesley rolling onto Verde even before she was fully awake. His cock slipped into her pussy, and he was off. She cried out in surprise as she became aware of what was happening, but she remained still as the weasel mounted to a climax. She was aroused by his thrusts, but he finished so fast that he did not send her over the edge into an orgasm. She was surprised to find herself genuinely disappointed.

"Did that hurt?' Wesley asked.

"No," Verde responded with some surprise. Her cunt, while a bit raw and irritated, did not hurt even with the energetic coupling of the weasel. The area where her maidenhead had been was barely irritated.

"Good.

"Now let's try this..."

Wesley's muzzle dropped to her clit. He latched on and licked and sucked her for the next half hour. She orgasmed repeatedly and quite loudly. Wesley was silently glad for the thick walls of his underground den. If they were not there all of Harlech would have likely heard her cries of pleasure.

Wesley did not mind. He enjoyed giving his partners pleasure if they earned it, and Verde was certainly earning hers.

When the weasel finally allowed Verde up to use the chamber pot she was drenched in sweat and wobbly on her feet again. Wesley enjoyed the view of her rolling hips as she went into the bathroom.

After breakfast and a bath the weasel was ready for some more fun. He had Verde lay down on the bed face up. He tied her down again using the same ropes as last night, but this time he left some slack in them.

"Since you took an ass fisting so well and your snatch is not hurting, I thought I'd try using your front door entrance this morning."

Verde could only watch as the weasel slowly inserted his entire right paw into her cunny. She was there to pleasure him, and, if this is what he wanted. then this is what she must provide. He stretched her wide almost to the point of pain, but he worked his way in slowly enough for her body to adjust. The badgeress still wondered if her mother had felt a similar sensation when she had whelped Verde.

Eventually the discomfort of Wesley's paw in her cunt started to lessen. Instead it became a strange warm glow that grew with each passing inch of penetration. Verde could only wonder at the reaction of her body. If she was not going through it she would have called anyone who told her that any femfur could enjoy such abuse a liar. Instead she was panting hard and a low guttural growl of pleasure was starting to work its way from her throat.

"It should be right around here..." Wesley said cryptically. Verde felt him fumbling around inside of her vagina. His fingers were pressing against the front of her love canal in several places. He seemed to be searching for something.

Suddenly Verde let loose with an eardrum bursting scream. A volcano of pure sexual pleasure erupted in her crotch and sent mind blowing waves of pleasure through her entire body. Her back arched as she unconsciously tried to shove more of Wesley's forearm into her cunt. After the first tidal wave she lay flopping around on the mattress while Wesley continued rubbing her G spot. Only when he stopped several minutes later did her orgasm end.

Verde looked up at Wesley. She was panting hard from her latest climax. He grinned down at her wickedly. She gulped at the look. She felt his fingers move against her G spot. Instantly he set her off again.

When she calmed down enough to speak Verde pleaded with Wesley to stop. He ignored her and instead fingered her G spot repeatedly to give her even more orgasms, one right after another. Slowly her pleas to stop became pleas to continue. Even an hour later when she could barely mouth the words from shear exhaustion, she still was begging for more. The pleasure was so intense she never wanted it to end.

With a wet pop Wesley removed his paw. He leaned forward and kissed Verde.

"Enough for now. You will enjoy more when you recover."

Verde did indeed enjoy the remainder of the week as Wesley expertly used her for his pleasure. While he put on an air of indifference to her plight much of the time, it was obvious to Verde that he was making sure that he pleasured her as well. As her fear and apprehension waned she responded enthusiastically to his advances. He took her repeatedly in all three of her openings. She learned about butt plugs, dildos and phallic gags as Wesley used them to fill one or two of her opening while he took her in another orifice.

Verde also learned about the pleasure that the weasel could bring to her breasts as well. She was not too surprised at the pleasure that his paws, lips and tongue brought her after the first time. She was shocked to find that the light clamps and rope that he used on her mammary glands excited her as well, perhaps even more. She came to secretly look forward to the pinch of the clamps on her hard nipples as her blood engorged breasts were wrapped in coils of rope.

The paddles were another surprise. Wesley used them expertly to bring a warm glow to her bottom before taking her hard from behind in either her cunt or tail hole.

The weasel also tied up Verde frequently. She strained against the tight bonds as Wesley brought her to orgasm after orgasm. She was forced to endure whatever he chose to do. The feeling of helplessness added an extra spice to their sex.

Mostly Verde fell in love with going down on her paws and knees and waiting for Wesley to mount her from behind or present his cock for sucking. He often took her in the pussy first, had her suck him until he was hard again and finished by pounding her in her behind. It was a sequence they repeated often, and Verde enjoyed each round.

They tried many other things during the seven days Verde spent in the weasel's den, but those were what Verde liked and remembered the most from their encounter.

During the afternoon of the last day Verde and Wesley took a final bath together. Their paws roamed over each other's body, and their kisses were passionate. Both knew that Verde would be leaving in less than an hour. A final slow act of vaginal intercourse ended their brief but delightful time together. They dried off each other and dressed. Together they walked back to Harlech.

As the sun set, Verde looked at the gates of Harlech from the edge of the forest. She had certainly changed a lot since she had left them a sacred virgin going to an uncertain and probably unpleasant fate. Now she smiled a little smile and swaggered with rolling hips that proclaimed a secret knowledge reserved for women who had mated with a skilled male alone.

Verde turned to Wesley and asked, "Will I ever see you again?"

"That depends on you and the Elders.

"I still am owed several things including first choice of food. I could demand that you deliver it to me."

"Would you like that?" Verde asked the weasel.

Wesley turned to look at Verde.

"Yes, I would like it. A lot.

"But remember why you came to my bed in the first place. I will make other similar deals in the future just as I have in the past. It is the part of my pay that I enjoy the best.

"You may not find me alone when you come calling to my den."

Verde nodded.

"I know. It's tough.

"But I would rather share you with others than live without you."

Verde leaned in closer and whispered in the weasel's ear, "Besides, Mavel told me all about the time Jonathan took her and her sister up into the hay loft and all the fun that they had together while they were waiting for the thunderstorm to pass.

"I might like to try it too."

Verde turned and walked towards her home. At the gate Timothy saw her emerge from the shadows of the distant woods and shouted, "Verde's back!" He started across the open ground to meet her.

Wesley watched the badgeress walk across the open ground from the gathering shadows of the forest edge. She was almost enough to make him consider marriage despite the dangers inherent in the life of a highly paid assassin.

Almost.

Verde caught a small flash of brown fur when she looked back. The assassin had left as quietly as he had come that day. She doubted that even Timothy has seen him escorting her home.

The badgeress walked past Timothy. She caught him watching her ass. She grinned inwardly as she looked back over her right shoulder at the young male badger and asked, "See something you like, Timmy?"

Timothy's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he realized where he was looking. He blushed uncontrollably.

"I'm- I'm sorry, Verde. I was just afraid that... You know. Something would be broken."

Verde just laughed. She and Timothy had grown up together, and she rather liked the young badger.

"Well," Verde said in a low voice since they were approaching the stockade gates, "maybe later you can inspect me in detail to find out."

Verde left Timothy standing absolutely speechless at the gate as she continued on to meet the Elders.

Around her the townspeople and the freed slaves and other captives that had joined them gathered to see and touch her. Many of the women wept openly. They assumed that she had paid a terrible price and sacrificed her most personal treasure to save them. All of the badgers and other furs deferred to her as she walked to the meeting hall.

The Elders stood outside the meeting hall entrance. Verde could see the pity and shame in the old badgers' eyes. Several wept. Elder Samuel had to turn away. Elder Jason took a half step forward and raised his right paw, partially to hold her and partially in entreaty to ask her forgiveness for the terrible thing that they had done to her.

Verde gave her grandfather a small smile and a saucy wink. Elder Jason's jaw dropped open in utter shock.

"Verde...?" Elder Jason asked in astonishment. He could not believe her seemingly lighthearted demeanor and strange calm.

"Are you all right?"

Verde's grin increased. There was no mistaking her happiness.

The townspeople stared at her in confusion. She should be weeping or screaming at them. Instead she was smiling and every curve of her body conveyed that she had enjoyed her ordeal. They could not understand it in the least.

"Oh, I'm fine."

She added with a bit of a purr in her voice, "Perfectly fine."

"But you sacrificed...," Elder Jason said in disbelief. He could not understand her response to losing her maidenhead to the assassin weasel in a rape.

"Oh, believe me -"

Verde grinned broadly now.

"-it was no sacrifice!"