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To my readers: I thought about making real rejuvenated series like Professor Bob's Kayla and Katia St.Croix Starlight series, but one brutally honest and closer to reality than the others (or at least what I saw in the newspapers). This time is NOT a parody. This story begins eight months after Astaroth Ankh's last chapter. Lurking Dragon wrote the original concept. I asked some details to Professor Bob about Aspartian foxes and such, and based on what he told me, I wrote about what Aspartia might look like.

(Chapter two)

Warning: It deals with cub rape, mutilation and torture! Read at your own risk. NOT for minors!

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Steven woke up with a splitting headache and an agonizing whistle in his ear. He realized that he was beside his mangled, unconscious brother inside a pantry. No, judging by the surrounding frigid temperature it was more like a refrigerated room. The younger sibling tried to crawl towards his brother but he was tied up and couldn't make it. The young fox heard a sound and closed his eyes. He was unable to guess what the delinquents had in store for Julius and him, but he though it was better to deceive the guards if only to postpone whatever cruel fate the guards had for them. The thugs covered both siblings' heads with black pillowcases and carried them downstairs. Both siblings yelped in surprise when they the guards woke them up using buckets of ice-cold water. The guards began to laugh cruelly as they picked them up and moved them to a huge kitchen.

Waiting for them was a burly, mature fox. He was about forty-five years old, slightly over-weight but very strong, and dapperly dressed. His manners and posture were those of a person who liked and frequently used his authority. The wealthy fox looked at both youngsters with an air of disdain. But Steven could swear that for a brief moment the adult's lust-filled pupils got a lot bigger for a brief moment before they shrunk back to their original form. It was like the old fox was mentally undressing him.

Then he directed his piercing eyes to Julius: "Both of you owe me big. Your father got away with a considerable amount of drug. And I didn't saw a single penny."

It would be outrageous to pay for a deed that Julius hasn't done, but the air was so thick with anger and tension that anyone would cut it with a knife. Then Julius saw in horror that his younger brother was cowering in fear as a soldier aimed at him with a handgun.

Julius stammered, as his face became bleached white: "Sir, I-I promise you that I will pay you every penny. I have a lot of money and I can always look for more, even if it takes me years to pay the total... " Steve squealed in panic as the grown up fox punched his brother with such strength that Julius almost blacked out.

Then the adult fox yelled at him: "How dare you to speak to me in such a way. I might have considered the idea of making you one of my soldiers, but I see that you are too rebellious and disobedient. Money? HA! I have enough money to bury this whole building. You don't get it, do you? Your worthless father sold both you and your brother for drugs!"

Julius stood there paralyzed, wishing that a hole beneath his feet would swallow him. Tears of both sadness and anger began to run down his face. He wished that his father would hear his angry mutterings: "I said I was sorry for you, but now I wish you suffered for a long time before you got shot by that gang, you sick junkie!"

Then the rich fox gestured to one of his guards: "Take this piece of shit and shackle him to the dungeon walls. You interrogate him and check his body for any marks or tattoos. I want to know if he's a gang member, has friends searching for him, or any contacts that may allow him to escape. And check that vixen's identity that your commander shot during the raid."

An hour later, that young delinquent ran towards the adult fox and gave a military salute to him. Then the guard whispered to the adult fox's furry ear: "Boss, that worthless fox told everything to us when we showed him the 'lesbians' breaker'. According to our informants, he's a pick-pocketing street rat who was smart enough to stay away from any gangs, contacts or friends. That's why it took so long to search for him. Nobody knew were he was hiding. He only had a small stash of money and no help from friends or powerful bosses. We found only a small fraction of the amount under the floor boards."

The rich fox smiled and nodded: "Good work! Those young foxes have no relatives, so we may even kill them and nobody would miss them. Those two idiots believed that the government hit them until it was too late, and on top of that they believed the lie I told them about being sold. That old junkie was so high that he thought that he was signing an insurance, not a slave ownership paper. No one saw my men face-to-face when you ordered them to hit the fugitive's apartment or when you captured those boys?"

The young kit replied: "No sir. In both occasions we had informants in everyday clothes, so we would spot them easily. When we captured them it was even better, because there was a real raid moments before we captured them and there wasn't any witnesses nearby."

The old fox nodded with satisfaction and asked: "Did you found any information about that dead girl?"

The soldier stammered: "We found this identification card in her pocket! But, Sir I want to say..."

The old fox felt a chill run thru his spine as he saw the name written in the false card. Then the burly fox's terrorized face changed into a mask full of rage. The adult fox grabbed the young delinquent by the neck and muttered angrily: "Handcuff and bring me the guard who shoot that girl immediately!"

Hours later, the gang lieutenant was stripped off his uniform while he hanged to the ceiling. The rich fox's nauseous breath wasn't the only thing that made that young fox recoil. The mature fox was only on his fur, wearing spiked leather gloves and holding a 'cat of nine tails'. He tried to hold his anger as he icily whispered: "Who ordered you to kill that girl?"

The adolescent delinquent stammered: "Sir, t-that girl was wearing a rival gang's wrist-chain!"

The burly fox retorted before he applied the whip with all his might: "That girl also had an identification card which said that she's a relative of one of the wealthiest families in Aspartia. Do you know in what kind of trouble we are if someone in that family finds out about us and tells it to the army? To you think that if I had that kind of power and money I would bother hiring a bunch of 'disposable' losers like you? I'm going to teach you what happens to those to place my organization in peril. Oh, I'm going to enjoy this very much, but I'm sure you won't like it!"

WHAP! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

The old fox expertly applied the torture device to the younger fox, but the leather strap had no iron tips, so it didn't break the skin, and almost left no visible marks, but it rapidly drained away the adolescent's strength. When the punishment ended, the older fox lifted the prisoner's tail exposing his puckered tail-hole. The young kit squealed in embarrassment as he felt the tip of a penis brush his left ass check. The older fox separated the legs and began to penetrate him. The young fox's pucker was as hard as a brick-wall, but finally the older fox went inside as the younger fox screamed like he was scalded. The burly fox shook his head with disgust, and removed his penis from the adolescent's tail-hole. He old fox then smirked as he started a barrage of one-two punches to the young fox's kidneys and stomach again and again, hitting the youngster's body like he was a training sandbag.

The young fox wept like a five-year-old cub while he said: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry master! I won't do it again!"

The old fox snarled: "That was a nice workout! If you didn't take your penetration like the bitch you are, then take your beating like a man."

The young fox pleaded: "M-Master, please. I won't fail you again!"

The old fox retorted: "Oh, I'm sure you won't, because you won't leave this place alive!" Then the burly fox held the kit's face with one paw, and with the other he started to punch the juvenile fox's face until it became black and deformed. The young lieutenant had visible purple and black sores all over his body, as he began to vomit and urinate blood. Soon he began to realize that his life was in danger.

The older fox then spitted and defecated on him. Another guard, who stood watching the dungeon's door saw and heard everything was visibly disturbed. The guard's legs were shaking like gelatin.

The psychotic old fox roared: "Guard! Bring that child here before you take this piece of shit out of my dungeon and place him on his bunk bed. This former guard shall be a warning for those who mess up, even if he doesn't survive the night. HA, HA, HA, HA!"

Five minutes later, Steven was forcefully bought to the dungeon. He thought that he was going to be tortured, but when he saw the victim's body he didn't know if him or his captor were more shaken. The gang soldier stood there, speechless and paralyzed.

The old fox had the balls to lecture the cub like he was a two-year old cub: "Don't try to escape or do anything that displeases me, or you will share his fate."

The soldier carried Steven to a corner inside the boys' barracks and said: "Obey him!" The vulpine soldier caressed the cub's head before both the cub and his captor vainly tried to sleep. He became more apprehensive and fearful that night, as he realized that not only his life but the life of his jailers as well, meant nothing. Now Steven knew why they were called ' disposable delinquents', as one died another came and filled the ranks.

Two hour later, some alarmed shouts were heard as the rest of the gang tried in vain to give medical attention to the agonizing gang member. Steven laid on his bunk bed hearing the angry comments of the guards as they were considering the possibility of rebelling against the old fox. Comments like 'That wasn't necessary!' or 'We are supposed to protect each other, not take advantage of our partners!' filled the air. But since the old fox had the money and political influence to protect them against the government's 'green devils', some delinquents weren't sure about what to do.

Some of them were visibly heartbroken when they saw the soldier's sister crying beside him as one of his comrades covered his face with a blanket. The rest of the troop stood around the deceased guard as they prayed, and then they gave him a military salute. Then everyone went to sleep after they gave a final goodbye to their partner. Some of the guards discussed with the tortured fox's sister what they should do to get rid of that old fox.

She said: "The death of a few worthless furs shall help us in our purpose." A mutiny? Steven just shrugged off the troop's problem and finally everyone went to sleep. Finally! All the anger and tension ceased for the rest of the night. So at least Steven thought so...

He took a quick shower and hastily dried and brushed his fur as fast as he could. He smiled when he saw some of the youngest guards horse-playing, wrestling and sometimes ass grabbing each other. Their antics reminded him when he used to play with the alley cubs back at his former home.

A young gang soldier told him: "The master has requested your presence at once. Bring your brush and a clean towel!" So the foxes walked towards a small room were several bare-chested vixens groomed and combed Steven's fur until it shone. Then they applied to him a little make-up, perfume, and made him wear a frilly, long sleeved silk shirt and black leather collar with a hearth-shaped lock to keep the collar in place. Nothing else.

Both foxes walked hurriedly toward an opulently decorated reception room. This place looked like a huge living room, covered with expensive paintings of the daily life in ancient Aspartia, when the foxes used to live in dug-up residences on the mountainside. Other paintings illustrated some wild orgies during the fertility rites nearing the harvest's recollection. At one corner Steven saw a small altar with the image of both Hakra and Amathane, a couple of ancient marble statues. The male has a sword and the female had a bundle of weath under her arm. On Amathane's head was placed a crown of fresh flowers. Steven sat on a Victorian couch while he waited for his 'master'.

Five minutes later, the old fox came dressed in a richly decorated violet and gold outfit, escorted by a priest. Steven frowned, not understanding why that rich fox brought a priest to his place. Steven didn't make the connection until he saw... an engagement ring on the adult's paw? Then those vixens prepared him for... his wedding! Steven stood there petrified until the old fox said: "You always have the habit of keeping me waiting. Come here!"

In that moment Steven snapped out of it and looked around him for an escape route. In that moment the fox guard gestured ten more soldiers to guard all the doors. In that instant, Steve knew he was doomed. His whole body trembled as he slowly walked towards the altar, sweating profusely. The old, burly fox touched Steven's shoulder and made him kneel.

Then the adult fox whispered as he extracted form his pocket what looked like an iron and wood dildo: "Do you know what is this object?"

Steve's eyes widened in horror as he stammered: "T-That's a lesbian's breaker!"

The old fox nodded: "So you know what would happen to you if you refuse to cooperate?"

Steve's face grew somber as he recalled what that old fox did to that soldier. He knew his life was worth nothing and what kind of cruelty and sadism this fox was capable of reaching. That sick fox got his thrills when he tortured, raped and killed someone. Steven was cornered, and he knew it. He had no other option than nod and accept his cruel fate. The poor cub wept as the priest recited the ritual prayers.

The priest finished: "So in the name of the twelve gods who keep fertile both our wheat harvests and the females' wombs so both can bear fruit, I wish that this couple may have a long life and enjoy the product of their work. In the name of the blessed protector and avenger Hakra, I bless this union and wish to both mates a happy life until their death. So as two ropes make a stronger one, I wish these mates to support and help each other in times of need. Do both mates accept this union and their duties to each other?"

The old fox exclaimed: "Yes! I do accept this marriage."

The old fox gave to poor Steve a hard elbow in the ribs and the cub stammered: "Y-Yes, I do!"

When the mating rites were finished, Steven was escorted and locked in a private room. The devious priest accepted a hefty sum as a 'temple offering' for his services. He failed to notice that Amathane's statue began to shed a viscous red liquid around her eyes. The priest was humming happily when he noticed that he felt some liquid dropping on his muzzle.

He frowned when he tasted a scarlet liquid: "Huh? Salty!? Is this blood? How did I hurt myself?" Then he looked at the statue. "It's impossible! An omen?" The incredulous priest didn't have a second to react when Amathane's marble statue fell over him, crushing his skull. Seconds before he died, the amazed priest saw how a drop of Anathane's blood fell on the old fox's photograph, burning it until it consumed the old fox's image. But strangely, Steven's image wasn't consumed by the flames and remained intact. The dying priest muttered: "That old fox is marked for death!"

When the guards saw the priest's body, they carried and tossed him inside a truck like a sack of potatoes. He was buried in a mass grave along with hundreds of foxes that perished by famine, illness or were executed by the military.

Meanwhile...

The old fox sat on the bed while he embraced and kissed the nervous cub like his mother or brother would do. Steven's young mind hungered for that fatherly affection, which was in recent years denied to him, until the old fox began to suckle the cub's nipples. Steve frowned at this fondling and heavy petting but he said nothing. In no time the rough kisses and harsh caresses gave way to a sexual assault, as the adult's mind screamed for satisfaction of his own desires.

In no time, the assaulted cub cried like in the day he was born when he was penetrated and his virginity was violently undone. His white-hot tail-hole was quite torn and bleeding. He had some punches and cuts caused by the beating he had, but his soul and mind were the most hurt. He never felt such humiliation as he was mated again and again with that degenerate old fox. Even his aroused body seemed to betray him as he tried to deny his own repulsive orgasm. He had shut his eyes and tried to disconnect himself from everything he saw and heard, until the old fox came inside him and the horrible union was consumed.

Later, Steven heard a laugh: "I see that your body liked it, even if you kept screaming 'no, no'. That's it! Keep resisting! That makes me more horny, so I can enjoy your delicious young body and boy pussy." Not waiting for any reply the old fox raised Steve's tail with one paw and opened the kit's ass check with the other. Steve gasped as he felt the dancing penis poke against his abused anus again. Steven's blood lubed the adult's penis as it went faster, then the old fox shuddered with exquisite pleasure. Steven felt so dirty as the burly fox's penis reached the cub's prostate and made him aroused. The grown-up attacker began to jack Steven off, making him involuntarily contract his anal muscles, which caressed and fluttered around the invading maleness. Steve's lack of strength made his voice break down a few scales as he started to moan sweetly like a little vixen.

His moaning and the fact Steve kept resisting his attacker aroused the old fox and made him pump faster, until both foxes came at the same time. The old fox gave to Steven some spiced dark rum. The cub hesitated before drinking the burning alcohol, hoping it would help him avoid both his emotional and physical injuries. Steven looked at the heavily snoring fox before he pulled a small plastic bag out of his tail-hole, which contained two black pills. The dissolved the pills into a wine bottle.

His rape was the straw that broke the horse's back. Steven now doesn't care about what would happen to him. In fact, Steven didn't wept while the old fox pinched his nipples or played with his erect penis, instead he felt a seething anger boil inside his stomach as he envisioned how he could make the adult fox die and squirm in his own blood.

The adult fox smiled: "I see that you are enjoying this."

Steve whispered: "In more ways than you think!"

The burly old fox frowned for a moment at the cub's reaction, before the jail's siren wailed. Someone yelled: "The prisoners are escaping! Mobilize the troops!" In that moment Steven's eyes widened. His Brother! In that moment two masked guards appeared brandishing semi-automatic weapons while the old fox tried to communicate by the radio. The vulpine kingpin realized too late that the radio was dead and the antenna cable was ripped off from the wall.

The old fox muttered to Steven: "So you are a part of all this, you little bastard!" In that moment the guns vomited dozens of bullets as the room was lit by semi-automatic fire.

In seconds, invaluable artwork and expensive furniture was rendered useless as the mature fox tried to get a handgun from the night table. Seconds later, the intruding foxes screamed bloody murder as they fell on the floor. The intruding foxes collapsed when they were shot in the legs, feeling like a 200-pound iron slab has just crushed their feet. The old fox arose from behind what was left of a burning sofa and kicked the machine guns away from the aggressors. Both mutinous soldiers were tied up with a stereo's electrical cable. To the burly fox's surprise the attackers were the vixen maid and one of the soldiers. The old fox yanked and tore off the maid's uniform and separated her legs. Then he proceeded to mate her while he tried to rip off her nipples with a pair of pliers. In no time the vixen's fear and pain made her cry like a baby cub.

The old fox replied before he ate the vixen's wet cunt: "For God's sake, shut up! This is nothing compared to what I did to your brother!"

The vixen widened her eyes in horror as she started to moan involuntarily. Minutes later, the vixen frowned when she heard a click-click similar to that of a wind-up toy. The old fox was amused when he saw in the child's expression of hatred an image of himself when he was younger. A new pupil to play with! Steven's sight was fixed with fascination and horror onto the steel and wood dildo as the adult fox said: "Watch and learn!" In moments the vixen smiled faintly and humped back at the kingpin's paw, as the iron dildo washed away the pain. Then the burly fox pushed a button at the dildo's base and the motor began to work, opening the metallic bulb as the razor sharp petals slowly opened like a blooming flower and tore the vaginal walls. When she realized what was happening, she screamed her head off as the device continued with his cruel task. In seconds, her cries became more incoherent as her vagina stretched and tore off almost three times its diameter as blood gushed out of her like a garden hose. The blades could be seen gouging the vulva until they appeared in plain view, stretching the skin like taffy. Moments later, she was unresponsive and hardly breathing.

The vixen was feeling weaker and blacking out as the seconds passed by. She was gravelly injured and she knew that if she wasn't helped by any for her partners and sent to the hospital in the next minutes, she would die. She never thought she would be killed with a lesbian's breaker. Then she thought in horror how her body would be mutilated and desecrated if any other fox would assume she broke the law. Tears flowed down her muzzle as she realized that her holy rites would be denied and she would be vilified.

To her horror the adult fox said: "She's the one who liberated the prisoners. So, who do you think is to blame if your brother got shot outside?" Her eyes widened as she saw the child's eyes gleam with a sparkle of vengeance as he came towards her with his partner's machine gun. The vixen flinched as she felt the gun poke her ribs.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

The final sound that the vixen heard was a pain-filled roar as the old fox held what was left of his once proud maleness. Steven never had any faith in those hallucinogen pills, asking for poison instead, but the drugs saved his life. Steven vomited all the alcohol he drank when he saw what he had done to the fox's balls. It took several minutes for the cub to get a hold of himself. More shots! Steven gasped when he realized that his brother was still outside!!

Steven bolted to the mansion's patio, hoping that he would find his brother alive. Suddenly, he found him lying around other prisoners! But he was bleeding badly in his stomach and Steven knew he had to do something or he would bleed his guts out, or an infection could kill him.

When the cub tried to help his brother one of the sergeants grabbed him by the arm. The yelled to the cub: "There's nothing you can do to help him!"

Steven wailed: "No! We have to help him get to the hospital. We still have time! Is there a first aid kit nearby?"

The fox soldier shook his head soberly: "His wounds are too serious!" The vicious fox aimed his gun at the base of Julius' neck and pulled the trigger. His neck was gushing blood as the bullet severed one artery. Steven squealed in disbelief.

The sergeant held Steve's paw and made him point the gun at Julius' forehead. The adult fox coldly said: "End his suffering!"

Steven shut his eyes as he pulled the trigger, hoping in vain that the gun was empty. Minutes later, he sergeant dragged Steven like he was a squirming, feral dog while the child kept crying hysterically. The vixen's friends urinated on her corpse so it would be obvious that she was a rape victim and assure that her rites would be given. The luxurious mansion was burned as the delinquents shed their 'blowfish' uniforms and marched to a derelict hotel. Inside an abandoned apartment they found a camera, several computers, boxes filled with hundreds of blank documents and a state-of -the-art printing press. It was a small but efficient operation of forging bogus documents.

Hour later...

Steven gave the last closed envelopes to the remaining soldier's: "Remember, do not give your identification cards until the last minute and keep them in your pockets so you won't loose them! These stolen cards still have the magnetic code intact and are coveted by anyone, especially pickpockets and the black market. Get separated into small groups so we will not look suspicious."

The sergeant fox took the moneybag that Steven was holding: "Don't even think about running away with my gold!" To his credit, Steven didn't protest: "It yours! I'm tired of carrying it!" One of the recruits frowned when Steven smiled at the sergeant.

He told Steven: "You don't get tired by the fact that he's treating all of us like garbage!"

Steven smirked: "Remember the girl's identification card?" The recruit retorted: "Sure I do! Why?"

Steven looked around before whispering: "Well... I did a lousy job when I glued the sergeant's photograph on top of hers!"

The recruit smirked as several gunshots volleys and screams were heard: "The 'Green devils' like to use 'killers' as target practice, especially when the suspected perp was accused of murdering an alleged aristocrat." Steven didn't tell to anyone that he placed a copy of the forger's false identification card where he was sure that the Green devil's would find it. The soldier's would believe that she was a member of that aristocratic family.

Steven was unresponsive. He felt no remorse, joy, anger or peace of mind when his brother's assassin was killed. If anything, his soul felt more desolate and empty than ever.

***

Stephanie's lower lip trembled as her snout was filled with tears. She said: "I will never forget his face. I don't understand why he was so calm while he was dying. It was like he was forgiving me!"

Aster sighed heavily: "I know it was hard to pull the trigger, but your brother was suffering!"

Stephanie blurted: "That sergeant said that I would have a part of that gold if I killed him, but..."

Aster roared with fury as he grabbed the girl's neck: "What did you said? You greedy bitch!"

Stephanie yelled: "You think that I did it because of that gold. You do NOT know how all those militias operate, don't you? Killing your own relatives is only the first step in breaking a series of barriers, not only because you will be devoid of any help from your relatives. Once they made you step over a line in the soil, those killers will draw another line, and another. Before you realize it you will lose count on all the times you stepped over the line and you won't know where it all began. They will make your morals become a blur! That's why I'm here! I'm here because I'm a coward! I'm here because I was sick or seeing cubs starving to death and I never had the strenght to put the gun in my mouth and pull the trigger. I was sick of everything, but the sad thing is that I had the opportunity to do something for all those victims... and I didn't do anything in all those years! It's like they didn't exist in my mind. On top of that I had to sleep with a gun under my pillow because I feared that my bosses would order that I would be dragged out of my bed, into the spaceship's airlock."

Aster's mouth hung open at the implication of everything the girl said: "I'm sorry! It seems that in some aspects, I misjudged you. But you'll have to know that my family was killed merely because my winged race was demonized and considered enemies of the state, regardless that if we ever commited a crime or not."

Stephanie lowered her head in shame: "I should be the one who has to apologize, not only to you but to everybody. Now I'll have to pay with pain all the cruelty that I inflicted on others! But this harsh sentence is a drop in the bucket compared with all the misery I've caused to all those hundreds of foxes. Power can get you drunk like cheap wine"

Aster smiled: "I do not blame you entirely! Your father was alive but emotionaly absent from your life. It's hard to believe it, but when an adult messes up his life, his or her children often have to pay for the sins of the father. Now you will have to learn everything all over again. It's for the better, trust me!"

Stephanie sighed: "I hope this is all for the better! Those grown-ups would give me pain for every second of the next fifty years, and it won't measure what I have done to those foxes."

Katherine voice was heard: "Stephanie, it's time for... you know what."

Aster patted Stephanie's shoulder: "Come on! I will hold you paws so you won't feel bad. Mom is way cold! Err... Cool! She won't make you feel bad, she'll just give you your paddling and that's it!"

End of second part