Sara's Story

Act 1: Past

Chapter 1 - Our dedicated staff would like to welcome you to hell...

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I kneel in front of an empty chair. It is late September, the air outside is still warm, but it is cool in here and the stone floor is cold. I keep the required position, knees spread wide, torso straight, tail pointing straight up behind my back, paws on my thighs, palm up, my eyes downcast, looking at the floor between my knees. Nothing to do except count my heartbeat. I have been in this position for an hour now and I'm cold and my whole body is hurting. But I'm too afraid to dare to move. Too often have I been caught when I thought I was alone, and just thinking about the punishment I received is enough to make me shudder. I am waiting for my new master. I know nothing about him, except that must be rich.

His servants bought me earlier that day and sat me in the back of a wagon, between foodstuffs and other supplies. They tied my paws behind me, leashed my collar to the seat and blindfolded me. The ride took a long time, perhaps an hour or even two. Then I was led into this house or whatever something that big is called. They led me up and down several stairs and down some long corridors. I was told not to speak unless spoken to first and led into a small room where the blindfold was finally removed . I found myself in the company of two other slaves. A striped skunk femme and a muskrat femme. I was fed, then they bathed me, dried me and brushed my fur. All without speaking a single word. When I was finished, I was blindfolded again and led to this room. Then they made me kneel in this spot, removed my blindfold and left me here.

To wait for my new master.

I hear the door open behind me. Somebody walks to the chair in front of me and sits down. I dare not move my head, so I can only see his feet. Judging by them he seems to be a canine of some sort. I can feel him looking at me for some time.

Then he asks me "What is your name, slave?"

His voice is kind, but I have had this lesson beaten into me too often and reply "I have no name, Master."

He considers this for some time, then he asks "What name did your parents give you, girl?"

That I can answer "Sara, Master."

After some time he commands "Then I will call you Sara. Tell me about you, how you became a slave and what happened to you after that, Sara."

I don't want to think about this, but I have to obey and answer him. So I turn my thoughts back to that fateful day and start speaking.

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As you can see, I'm a grey squirrel and I turned twenty last August. My parents were from the Chiatooga tribe. Our band had been friendly with the settlers in the Tannenbaum village for a long time. And when my eldest brother fell ill and their priest healed him, they converted to the new religion and moved to the village. I was born the same year. Our life in the village was generally good and happy. Well, as happy as life in a small village can get. Until that day four years ago in early October.

I was in the forest with several other girls and young boys, picking nuts and berries. Shortly before noon, when we were having a break one of the older men came and told us that the Emperor's Representative had come to the village and requested that all the furs living here assemble. We went back to the village. Everybody in the village assembled in the central square. The Representative read some proclamations. I don't remember what they were about. Then he commanded the village headman to bring the taxes that the village had to pay. The year before we had bad weather and the crops had been sparse. We had not been able to pay our taxes in full and we had all gone hungry for much of the winter. This year had been no better. Our village could not pay the taxes without some of us starving. Then the Representative declared that they would take an unmarried girl as payment instead of the rest of the taxes.

As I talk about this, tears begin to flow. I have trouble speaking but force myself to continue.

We were assembled and the Representative, a big wolf, walked up and down, looking us over. His soldiers made sure nobody intervened. The headman must have known what was to come because none of his daughters had been around. Finally the Representative choose me. When I did not move, two of his soldiers took my arms and carried me to stand before him. At that point my boyfriend Rick lost his nerve, pulled his knife and attacked one of the soldiers holding me. He cut the soldier's arm but then several other soldiers quickly overwhelmed him and tied him to the flagpole. Rick and I had wanted to marry, he had just not scraped up the courage to ask my parents.

The Representative looked angry because one of his soldiers had been wounded. Then one of his officers whispered something into his ear. He read the piece of paper he was carrying, looked at me, grinned and laughed out loud. Then he said "Ah, yes. It seems we are only allowed to take one girl, nothing else. So girl, take off your clothes and give them back to your parents. We would not want take more than out fair share." When I did not react, one of the soldiers standing next to Rick drew his sword. Trying to save his life I swallowed my pride and took off my clothes, in front of the whole village. I felt so humiliated. Then I walked to my parents and handed my clothes to my father. He embraced me, as did my siblings. My mother was the last to embrace me, her eyes were filled with tears "Sara Swiftclimber, be safe. Our prayers will go with you." I could not speak, I only nodded. Then I turned around and walked to the Representative. That was the last time I saw my parents.

My tears are flowing freely now and I am sobbing helplessly. The fur on my muzzle is drenched and they are dropping to the floor. I try, but I cannot go on. After some time I get my sobbing under control and my master commands me to go on. Choking down my tears I continue.

A soldier came up to me carrying a heavy metal collar, which he fastened around my neck and secured with a pin. Then two soldiers took my arms and lead me to stand in front of my Rick. I head the Representative as he said "Here we have somefur who attacked a soldier in the service of the Emperor. You should all know what the punishment for that is. Do it!" he commands. The soldier standing next to my Rick took his sword and cut his belly open. He howled in pain and his guts spilled out on the ground. As I watched the man I had wanted to marry in horror, his eyes rolled back and he slid down the mast. I screamed, then I fainted.

Again I cannot go on. After some time my master commands me to go on.

When I awoke, I was lying on the wagon and we were already in the forest outside the village. As soon as they noticed that I was awake, they stopped and cuffed my wrists and ankles. They tied my wrists to the back of my collar and connected my ankles with a short piece of leather. And they put a cuff on my tail and tied that to my collar as well. Then they put a strong leash on my collar and tied that to the back of the wagon. Then we moved on. I had to walk like that for several hours. I stumbled several times. Sometimes they dragged me for some time before they stopped the wagon so I could get up again. When we stopped for the night my whole body was bruised and bloody and I was exhausted and my legs hurt terribly.

A soldier untied my arms and so that I could help prepare the food. They had another slave with them, a vixen. When I first saw her, I could not believe that any fur of my age could have eyes that were so dead and empty. She had an angry red mark on her thigh. Once I had built up the fire one of the soldiers, a cat, came to me, grinned and showed me a branding iron "Look what we have for you, sweetie." He pressed it against my thigh. When I shivered, he laughed and put it into the fire. As I helped the cook, a wolf, I could not avoid looking at it, as it started glowing in the fire.

While preparing the food, I slipped and dropped the cut up meat I was carrying. The cook screamed at me, then two soldiers came over, picked me up and carried me to the pile of offal from a cow they had slaughtered a few minutes earlier. I looked at one of them, a wolf and he licked his chops. Another soldier grabbed my headfur and drew my head back. Then the cook picked up the large knife he had used to kill the cow and pressed it against my throat hard enough to break the skin " Worthless slut! Give me one reason why we should not dine on grilled squirrel today."

I could feel the blood trickle down between my breasts and I lost control of my bladder and bowels. I begged "Please, Master. Don't kill me. This will not happen again."

They laughed at me, then the cook told me "Ok, you pathetic slut. One more chance. But the next time you anger me..." He gestured at the pile of offal "Now get back to work." They released me.

"Yes, Master." I was shaking with fear and barely able to stand, but I scurried back to the table to continue preparing the food.

When the food was finished, my arms were tied and I was gagged and several soldiers held me. One of the officers took the branding iron and held it in front of my nose. I could feel the heat radiating from it. Then he pressed it against my thigh. I screamed and thrashed. I tried at least. Then somefur poured mead or something on the wound. It burned like fire and I passed out for some time. They left me lying there, nursing the pain while the soldiers ate their food.

Then they put my food in a bowl on the ground and removed my gag. They all watched me and laughed as I struggled to eat my food with my paws bound behind my back. After I had eaten the food, I was fed several Kasher Nuts. Then the vixen roughly brushed my fur and I was sent to the Representative's tent to entertain him.

I entered his tent and stood before him. He looked me over and commanded " Kneel!" I knelt with my knees tightly pressed together. This did not please him. He took a riding crop and beat me. " Spread your legs!" He kept beating me while I struggled to comply with his commands until he was satisfied with my position. Then he poured himself some brandy and watched me as I struggled to keep my position as he ran the tip of the crop through my fur. When he finished his drink, he got up, fetched a ring gag, put it in my muzzle and fastened it tightly.

He took off his breeches and shoved his cock into my mouth and commanded " Lick!" Gagging at the strange and unpleasant taste, I complied as best as I could. I could feel him slowly hardening. When he was satisfied, he withdrew from my mouth, walked around me and pushed my face to the ground, lifting my ass high. Then he thrust into me, hard and I cried out in pain. He continued thrusting into me for some time, then he released his load into me and withdrew. I cried and sobbed all the time.

"Did you feel any pleasure?" my Master asks me.

I answer "I don't think so, I remember only pain and humiliation." When he does not say anything else, I continue.

I tried to sit up, but he commanded " Slave , you don't move a muscle unless I tell you to! Is that clear?" I tried to answer "Yes, Master." but with the gag in my mouth I could not speak clearly. He picked up his riding crop and applied it to my backside and my legs, until my ass burned and I was sobbing helplessly. After some time he stopped and commanded " Kneel!" I resumed my kneeling position. He sat down in front of me again and slowly smoked a cigar. It was cold in the tent and I started shivering.

He put the cigar away, laughed and said "My little slut is getting cold. I guess I'll have to do something to get her hot again." With that he thrust his cock into my mouth. After licking it some time he got hard, withdrew it from my muzzle and he pushed my head down again. When he started fingering my tailhole, I tightened my muscles as much as I could. He snarled at me "Slave, I'm going to fuck your ass, and I'll cut you open if I have to!" I mewled in fear and did my best to relax my muscles. When he had spread my hole as wide as he wanted to, he thrust into me again, hard and fast. This hurt terribly, much worse than before. I nearly passed out, I think. After some time he spurted his load into me and withdrew. He commanded me to kneel again. Sobbing and struggling against my protesting muscles I complied. Then he thrust into my mouth again and commanded " Lick me clean, slave!" I gagged at the taste and nearly threw up. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my ears, painfully pressing his claws into them and stopped me from moving my head. My eyes burned, but I had no more tears to shed as I did as he commanded.

He put his breeches back on and commanded " Stand!". With my arms bound behind my back and my feet hobbled, I fell over several times before I managed to stand. He laughed every time I fell and kicked me. He called the soldier standing guard at his tent "Take her to platoon 3, they can have her for the rest of the night." I could barely walk as I followed him. We stopped at one of the tents, he turned to me, grinned and ran his paws over my breasts and into my crotch. Then he knocked on the canvas of a tent and announced "A present from his Highness, have fun." He opened the tent flap and I crawled inside.

I knelt and looked around. A dozen soldiers of various species sat around, and looked me over hungrily. I shivered from cold and fear. Then they looked at a canine fur sitting at the end of the tent, apparently an officer. He looked me over, then he said "Untie her." I was untied and my gag was removed. I stretched a little. He gave me a canteen.

I drank a little and got rid of some of the taste in my mouth "Thank you, Master." I said.

Then he turned to the furs under his command and said "Ok, have your fun with her. But don't be too rough on her, I don't want to have to revive her all the time." They had their way with me, one after the other, while the others watched and cheered. Most of them were quite rough with me, but at least they did not put in any extra effort to hurt me.

When his soldiers were through with me, he turned to me and told me "It's going to be quite cold tonight. If I'm pleased with you, I'll let you share my bedroll." I did what I could to please him and he was rather gentle with me. Apparently he was satisfied. He crawled into his bedroll and allowed me to join him. Then the lamp was blown out and soon he was snoring. My whole body was throbbing, but I was so exhausted that I fell asleep after a short while.

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My master commands "Enough for today."

I stop talking and wait for his next command.

He gets up and walks to the door. There he talks to another fur who had apparently been waiting there. I hear several furs walk through the room into another room on my left. I can hear them set down some things there, then they walk out again.

I can hear my master standing behind me "Time to go to bed. To your left is my bedroom. Wait until I have left this room, then go there, make yourself presentable and take care of your needs. You will also find a snack for you. Then get into bed, put on the blindfold and await my pleasure. I will be joining you in a little while. Any questions?"

I shake my head "No Master."

He leaves and closes the door.

I have been kneeling so long, I have trouble standing up, but finally I manage it. My legs hurt. Slowly I walk into the bedroom. There I find a slice of bread, a carrot and a small piece of cheese. These I eat greedily. Then I quickly brush my fur and take care of my needs. Finally I lie down on the bed, put on the blindfold and wait for my master.

End of Chapter 1

Note:

Kasher Nuts are bitter and nearly inedible in the normal state. When they are roasted, they taste even worse and they reduce the fertility of women who eat them. While they are not extremely effective, they also increase the risk of miscarriages. For these reasons they are usually used only on slaves. They have to be eaten regularly but the effects fade only slowly.