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Anthro Sex Squad Story 2 - Winfred's Story By Killenor Arc 1 - Origins Chapter 13

Winfred was in bad shape. I had seen it before in my travels... folk addicted to sex. Addicted to the rush that Eroticka was capable of giving. Addicted to the power of one of the most addictive magicks, though they were all addictive. And though she tried to resist, obviously repulsed by my appearance and unwilling to fully trust me, I could see the pain it caused her to be without it. In its absence, she lost everything that gave her purpose or worth during her sad slave's existence. So too did she lose the one thing with which she had any real talent.

In the end, she gave in. Her craving was too great and she begged me for release. I would have agreed, but luckily, we had arrived at the Conclave safehouse on the border of Gurftheim City just as her will broke. Explaining quickly the situation, I gave her over to the wise council of my mentor and adviser during my long years of questing.

***

Winfred had never seen a bird-folk of such size. She towered at least half-again her height and gazed with golden eyes that were at once fierce and loving. Though she was white of feather, Winfred could swear that she sparkled with colors that simply deceived her with the illusion of whiteness. She was naked save for a diadem of matted silver set with a large sparkling ruby, a bracelet of brass, and a waistband of fine golden chainlinks, but despite her nudity there was really nothing to see thanks to her feathers. Finally, Winfred noticed that though she lacked any true mammalian features, she yet sported a pair of moderately sized breasts. These were feather-covered as the rest of her, and lacked any sort of nipple, but breasts they were. This along with the subtle curvature of her hips, the angles of her face, and the fineness of her shoulders gave her an undeniably feminine appearance that Winfred often found quite lacking in most avians.

"My Lady Vibra, priestess of blessed Aaluran, I bring before you the unwilling whore and declare my eighteenth task complete!" announced Wethers with great mirth and satisfaction, "I introduce to you Winfred, strangeling of the wolverines of Talbed forest and daughter of Onefeh. She is in desperate need of those things that Aaluran has gifted to us."

Those golden raptor eyes bored into the frightened, shaky, and weak form that knelt before her, staring with a mixture of fear and craving. For a moment, Vibra allowed herself to gaze beyond the world of flesh, using the sight of souls that had been taught to her. She scanned the poor girl for maliciousness, for pain, for guilt, and for any sign that she would betray. What she found was the soul of a child, undeveloped and stunted by years of captivity. There to she found a horrid black weight of sadness and confusion pulling her toward a potential of harm and suffering, as well as a tiny knot of coiled rage... a beast within. But most of all she saw the hollow where should be a young woman's passion. That place in the soul where Eroticka was kept stood stark and empty, a bubble that pushed aside the rest of who this person was. This was her addiction.

"I see a troubled past," Vibra said evenly, "Tell me, what has happened to you to make you so sad? What pains you child?"

Remembrance... it surged through what portion of her soul that remained untainted by her gnawing addiction. She was remembering that pain, that loss, which had driven her to anger before. The things that lead to the beast erupting. And within, Vibra saw, the beast stirred and pulsed, wishing that it could spring forth and attack its malefactors. As her thoughts raged inside, her body shook and tears built in her eyes. Her claws dug into her knees as memories of torture and unwilling use pushed fresh into her mind. But through it all she said not a word, leaving only her body-language to indicate there was a problem.

"He's dead now." Wethers said suddenly, breaking the oppressive silence that had grown through the chamber, "He can't harm you ever again. And now, you are among friends and free. No one here will ever hurt you like that... or at all... again. You can be safe here."

"Who is dead?" Vibra asked.

"DEAD!" Winfred screamed suddenly, cutting off anything else Vibra might have said and sending echoes through the chamber, "I KILLED HIM! I DID IT! I HATE HIM! For what he did I only wish it to do again a THOUSAND times over! He deserved to die! He... he hurt..."

The poor girl collapsed into tears and sobbing, rubbing her hair-draped face upon the smooth tiles of the floor and beating around her with fists. Cries of vented rage and crushing sadness echoed around the room, finding acoustic purchase against the walls and ceilings built for those larger than she. With only a moment of thought for her own safety, Vibra swept herself to the floor beside the weeping wolverine and embraced her as best she could. An arm across her back and a hand upon her shoulder, Vibra poured her motherly love into this, a needy child who had known none.

"She... she has avenged Elenyra." Wethers said solidly, "Her and Doriminay and Val, Horace, K'tee, and Blossom. All of their deaths, caused by one man, were evened by her action. He'll not harm anyone again... at least not in the realm of the body."

Vibra said nothing; her attention was focused upon easing the suffering of an aching conscience.

"Should anyone find Issa in the future, we need to tell him. The butcher who tortured his love has met his end. I doubt he'll take solace in it, but perhaps his hunt will finally cease. Perhaps his madness..."

"I understand Wethers." Vibra said at last, "There is yet much to be done here. Leave us and prepare yourself for the future. I will tend to her."

"I... I'll need to talk when you are finished. There is still much that I have learned that you should know too." Wethers said finally before he quickly took his leave.

Alone together Vibra turned all her attention toward comforting.

"Now then, Winfred, you've no need to worry your feelings a minute longer. If he is gone then you've done the world, and yourself, a great service."

Vibra hugged Winfred closer to her, letting her feel the warmth she had been lacking for so long. She opened her soul and poured forth those comforting magicks she had learned, the ones that complimented Eroticka so well. She could feel the tense ball of sorrow and energy that was Winfred softening beneath her touch. In only moments the hard shell of compliance and pain had broken away, revealing the child who missed her mother. The needy soul who wanted tenderness. As soon as that portion of her spirit lay bare, Winfred attached to the matronly figure who held her close and showed her love.

But as Winfred calmed, she felt her cravings return. Like a starving person having a mere taste of food, Vibra's aura of Eroticka stoked Winfred's lust into a raging need. Before she could think, Winfred pounced, bearing the surprisingly lightweight roc-woman to the ground. Her hands went immediately for the crux of Vibra's legs, seeking out her tender slit. Her practiced touch had never experimented on bird-folk before and she felt surprise at her inability to find one of the most basic of feminine pleasure points. Still, Vibra's feminine treasure was sensitive enough to produce wisps of Eroticka that were drawn immediately into Winfred.

"Winfred," Vibra said firmly but with delicate understanding, "you must stop."

Her words were lost on the ravenous wolverine. She pressed on, attempting to draw out as much pleasure energy as she was able. Vibra did not resist, but clearly she was not allowing herself to be lost in Winfed's ministration. She merely repeated her demand. Of course, the words were again lost as Winfred's fingers slipped within her. The power drawing from Vibra was only a trickle, but it was enough to keep Winfred working.

Suddenly, Winfred found that the was being pushed away. An invisible force asserted itself that, try though she might, would not yield to allow her to touch a shimmering white feather on the great bird's body. Confused, she threw herself at Vibra, determined to gather more Eroticka.

"The first lesson," Vibra said evenly, "Is that we do not force ourselves on an unwilling person. If we do this, we become just as bad as those that would bind us. Just as bad... or worse since we know the pain they caused us."

Winfred still struggled against the unseen force pushing her away. Though she could not see it, she could feel it bending beneath her as he will and desire struggled against it. Though she maintained an air of calm and grace as she righted herself, Vibra was inwardly shocked that her magicks were being strained so. The force of her faith was being tested, she realized, by the basic feral needs of this one.

"Pleasure is best when given freely and with love. It can soothe and relieve stress. It can work out your body and expand your soul. You are an unfortunate victim of pleasures given for greed sake. To help in your healing, I offer you mine and Aaluran's divine pleasure with all the love I and Hapoh can give." announced Vibra in a motherly, yet evangelical, tone.

Her pronouncement finished, Vibra opened her soul to Winfred and poured forth her Eroticka. But so too did she let the magick of comfort, called Leva, through. These energies were pulled from her, first harshly by the empty chasm within Winfred, but then gradually tapered as the wolverine was filled with the lights of love and pleasure. Sated, she ceased her struggles. The field of repulsion dissipated as easily as a soap bubble popping on the wind as soon as no force was used against it. Seeing that the poor girl would no longer seek to attack her, Vibra let go her magickal workings.

Now tears, wet and hot and very plentiful, rained down Winfred's cheeks. She felt the weight of what she had tried to do. She felt the grim spectre of Hreugh, her tormenter, settle in around her shoulders. Would she be just like him? Would she become a cruel sadist who took whatever she wished and did as she pleased with no regard for the suffering of others... or possibly even because of that suffering? Was she doomed or could she turn away from the past of the cruel abuser and molester?

But then, the loving arms of Vibra were around her once again. Her tears fell upon brilliant white feathers, leaving streaks of shimmering color behind. Now that she had been sated, filled with Eroticka as she had not been since before Wethers came, she could truly feel the caring that came from this giant bird. The compassion of someone for all people, whether she had ever met them or not. In that moment Winfred found a light at the end of her tunnel. She wasn't doomed. She could be free. Free and happy.

***

Wethers stood outside the Conclave building. Not wanting to draw attention to himself more than necessary, he had removed his armor and left his sword just inside the door. He tried to focus his mind, hoping to keep in order those things he needed to tell Vibra of. Since the failure of the Conclave to stop the queen's vile rituals, many things had become more troublesome than anyone could have expected. A new power was growing in the pantheon, the people were finally becoming aware of the price they had paid, and so many of his friends were dead, maimed or worse. The war with Romaji was escalating with the new power the queen had gifted to her strongest adherants and hope seemed a precious commodity these days.

Still, Wethers had faith. Those powers of goodness were acting to counter this latest threat to the GodGame.

Unseen by the worried paragon, the black and red shadow of Claret slipped inside the Conclave hideout.