Hope and Pray
All Characters Copywrite to me, Janus Wolff
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It was the morning he had been waiting for for months now. Ever since he had been tossed from the ship, half dead with Dominic's bullet piercing deep into his chest he had been thinking of this day. He had to admit, he was nervous. It had taken forever for him to convince Alyria, his beloved wife, to allow him to accompany sergeant Streak and his ESLA warriors in the assault of the pirate ship on the ocean's surface, but he finally had managed. On the one condition that he would come back, of course. Not that Jason had any intention at all of being captured, killed, or even failing in his mission of revenge and rescue. He had every intention of completing this attack and killing every last bastard on board that ship that had been torturing his friends for the last six months now. Princess Alyria had been sending scouts out all week now to locate the pirate ship. Yesterday, they finally returned with good news; the pirate ship had been spotted about three hundred leagues away from the eastern edge of the Phindom. It seemed to have been anchored there for sometime now and the scouts had reported loud noises from the deck. Whooping and cheering and the like. Jason knew, this was their chance to catch the pirates unawares, rescue his friends, and make the bastards suffer. The black panther slung himself carefully out of the large bed he shared with his young wife, the princess Alyria. The teenaged Dolphin girl mumbled softly in her sleep, rolling over towards him. Jason smiled slightly, leaning in and kissing her softly so as not to wake her. He was sure that by the time he met up with sergeant Streak and the rest of the ESLA that she would be wide awake and heading down to where he was, but for now he let her sleep. Quietly, he crept from the room and headed down the hall towards the preparation chamber where phin servants would help him and the ESLA soldiers into their full battle gear for the assault.
Jason met up with Sergeant Streak in the hallway on the way. The ESLA officer nodded politely to him as he fell in step with him.
"Milord." he said. Jason nodded back to him.
"Sergeant Streak. Is everything ready?"
"indeed it is Lord Jason." the sergeant said. " the ESLA is suiting up in the preparation room and are waiting for briefing of the mission. We have secured transport to the eastern outskirts of the Phindom as well; a couple of Sting Rays" Jason looked confused. "Sting Rays?" Jason asked. Streak smiled slightly at his ignorance.
"Sting Rays are three man transport skiffs. Very fast, but not armored or anything. Perfect for moving units across peaceful areas very quickly." the panther nodded, not saying anything else.
The rest of the ESLA was already assembled in the preparation chamber, clad in full battle gear, including helmets and beaks. They saluted sharply as the two entered. Streak Saluted back then turned to the Phin servant standing silently by the door.
"Go gather mine and Lord Jason's armor. We will need to suit up before briefing." the servant nodded and went off. He returned moments later with several other servants and two sets of armor. Alyria walked quietly into the room while the servants were cinching up Jason's armor. His armor was made from the same pristine steel as all the other ESLA soldiers, a breastplate and long, thick neck guards sweeping all the way up to his lower jaw. His arms were bare, as were the other ESLA troops, but he had a pair of heavy steel gauntlets protecting his hands and wrists. A sort of flowing chain skirt protected his thighs and a pair of heavy steel boots his lower legs and feet. Alyria smiled softly when she saw him. "All ready my love?" she asked. Jason smiled. "Almost. They still have to fit me with a helmet and something called Gill." Alyria giggled.
"a Gill is a mask designed to allow the younger phins who cant hold their breath as long to breath underwater." Jason smiled ruefully.
"so I'm gonna be wearing a kiddie toy...huh.." "looks like it." the princess chuckled. "that ok though. I don't mind waiting for them to get it..." she stepped in close to him and wrapped her arms around his armored neck, pulling him down towards her and locking her beak with his muzzle, kissing him deeply, parting her lips and winding her delphic tongue into his mouth. Jason kissed her back, wrapping his arms about her and holding her tightly.
A servant behind Jason cleared his throat softly, and the panther and phin princess broke off their kiss to turn and look.
"i have the items you require Milord." the servant said, holding up a sweeping steel helmet and an elongated metal mast with two protruding knobs on either side of the muzzle. "alright, help me?" he said to Alyria sheepishly. She giggled and placed the helmet onto his head, strapping it down at his throat with leather binds. Then she fitted the Gill over his muzzle and locked it into the helmet. He threw a small switch on the side and the Gill buzzed to light, humming slightly as it pumped clean fresh air into his mouth and nose.
"are you ready Milord?" Sergeant Streak asked through his beak-guard. Jason nodded.
"I'm ready." he pulled Alyria close to him in an embrace, though he was unable to kiss her due to the Gill.
"Ill be back." he promised her. She bit her lip and nodded.
"You better be boy." she whispered, trying to smile. "ill be waiting." Jason smiled under the Gill, then turned back to sergeant Streak.
"lets move out."
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after the pirates untied them from the mast and ushered them back into their small cramped cabin below decks, still smeared and dripping in the crew's mixed spooge, life returned to its normal, horrifying routine. Rin sat miserably on his little cot, doing his best to clean the cum out of his matted fur. Next to him sat Amelia, the little raccoon girl, still sobbing softly. "its ok Amelia." Sara said quietly to her. "its going to be fine." Amelia only sobbed harder. Sara looked away sadly. Rin knew what she was doing. She was trying to reassure them. But they all knew it was hopeless. There was no way for them to escape, no way for them to fight back. They were going to remain here as slaves for the rest of their short, miserable lives. The only thing that they could hope for was to avoid being murdered by their rapists. Or, if they really couldn't take it any more, to BE murdered. It didn't really matter anymore at this point.
Rin took small comfort in the fact that that little asshole of a wolf boy who seemed to relieve his stress and fear by torturing poor little Amelia and causing strife with the rest of the slaves, had been wrenched out of the cabin by an off duty pirate almost as soon as they had been forced back into their dark hole. How any of those bastards could have any sex drive left after the orgy-massacre that had just taken place out on the deck for the last two days went beyond Rin's imagination. It was insane! Abigail, a little pony girl that Rin had barely had the chance to talk to shuffled up to where he Amelia and Sara sat, going to stand right in front of the little kitty boy.
"um...hi.." she said shyly. Rin blinked in surprise, letting his hands drop out of his matted cum filled fur.
"hi..." he said, confused. "er...what's up?" the pony girl blushed slightly and shuffled her hooves.
"er...i noticed that your still..err....covered..and I'm..clean so I thought..." beside Rin, Sara's eyes widened.
"um.. Amelia, lets go over her honey.." she said, pulling the little coon girl off the cot.
"o-o-okay s-s-sara." she whimpered following her across the room. Abigail sat down next to Rin and scooted in closer to him. He blushed slightly and held still. This was different from all the times he had been violated by the crew. His heart fluttered slightly. He hardly knew abigail and yet the sweet, soft attention she was showing him made him...happy.
The little pony girl slide right up next to him so that her bare thigh was pressed against his. She leaned in and began to gently groom his face and neck, her long wet tongue running through his sticky matted fur and lapping up the cum remaining and cleaning it as best as it would get. Rin purred softly as the pony cleaned him, closing his eyes and tilting his head so that she could reach his throat and neck better. She made quick work of the mess that had been left in his fur, easily cleaning off and swallowing the cum that had sunk deep into his coat and onto his skin beneath. Both she and Rin blushed bright crimson when she sunk to her knees and cleaned his lower stomach and groin. The kitten shivered and purred deeper, his little cock poking out of its sheath. Abigail finished cleaning him and then sat back down on the cot, her tan fur tinged a slight pink from the blush underneath. "thanks.." Rin said sheepishly. The pony smiled.
"don't mention it." she said. They sat in silence for a long moment when suddenly the door to the cabin shot open with a loud bang.
Standing in the door way to the slave's cabin was Dominic, the doberman. He had an insane grin splayed out across his muzzle, his teeth glinting evilly as he surveyed the room. Rin's fur stood on end. He knew who the crazed dog was searching for. It wasn't long before he found her.
"there you are you fucking little bitch!" he snarled, tramping across the room to where Sara and Amelia sat. the poor little coon girl began to cry again when she saw Dominic approaching her, trying desperately to crawl to safety behind Sara, who spread her arms in front of her in an attempt to protect the little girl. "Dominic, please, no," Sara begged him, trying to his the little coon behind her. "not again."
"Shut up bitch," Dominic snarled, pulling his pistol from the sash tying his breeches and pointing it at her. Rin tensed on the other side of the room. He knew that Dominic had no problem with shooting her. Sara knew too, cause she backed off reluctantly, moving aside and allowing him access to Amelia, who screamed in terror and tried to scamper away.
"come here!" Dominic grabbed Amelia by the tail and wrenched her back towards him violently, causing her to cry out in pain and fear. Sara regained her courage and scooted forward.
"Please Dominic!" she pleaded. "she's gone through hell enough already! Leave her alone!" Dominic laughed harshly.
"Ill do whatever the fuck I want bitch." he snapped. "and right now I want to fuck this little slut's tail-hole!"
"No!" Amelia wailed, struggling harder, eyes wide and teary. "Please! Not anymore!" "i said SHUT UP!" the doberman screamed, leveling his pistol at the raccoon. Amelia got the picture. She stopped struggling but continued to cry and blubber and Dominic rolled her onto her stomach and forced her to pull her knees in under her. "Stick your butt up in the air you little coon-slut." he barked at her, slapping her poor little rump hard enough to make her squeal. She quickly stuck her butt up and moved her bushy ringed tail out of the way.
"thats better.." he said softly. "now hold still." Dominic ripped his sash off and let his pants drop away. He was already hard underneath, cock standing proudly out from his ash-gray fur. Amelia whimpered in front of him as he inched forward, kneeling down behind her and pressing the tip of his hard cock against her tight little tail hole.
All the other slaves in the cabin winced and looked away as dominic grunted deep in his throat, pressing forward into Amelia's tight little butt. The raccoon girl squealed in pain, trashing in the huge Doberman's grip as he forced his cock head up her butt.
"mmm...stay fucking still or ill blow your fucking brains out...got it bitch?!" he snarled at her, leveling his pistol at the back of her head. She whimpered her response, trying to stay as still as possible. She sobbed loudly into the hard wooden floor boards as the big dog forced his entire length into her rear. "damn that feels good.." he chuckled. He began to pound into her, not even bothering to start slowly. Amelia screamed in pain as Dominic violated her tail hole once again. He grunted and snarled as he pumped in and our of her raw little behind, snarling every time he hilted himself in her. He dug his claws hard into her butt cheek, so hard in fact that they drew blood, causing her to squeal once more. He left the barrel of his gun pressed against the back of her head as he fucked her, not even bothering to slow down as his knot formed at the base of his cock. Sara saw it and gasped.
"oh hell no dominic...you cant put that in her!" she cried in panic. The doberman snarled and back handed her across the face, sending her spiraling across the floor.
"shut up! Why wont you ever shut up?!" and with that he thrust forward as her as he could, completely hilting Amelia and jamming his knot deep into her as he unleashed his load into her little bowls. The raccoon screamed and cried, flailing around franticly. Dominic gasped and continued pounding into her as he came, grunting and groaning the whole time. Amelia's struggles slowly grew weaker and less frequent as the doberman continued to abuse and stretch her tail hole. Finally she collapsed forward, passing out entirely. Dominic laughed and wrenched his still knotted cock out of her butt with a sickening pop that made everyone gasp in disgust. The doberman stood up and pulled his pants up, tying the sash back around his waist and holstering his pistol. He looked around at all the watching slaves and smirked.
"enjoy the show?" he sneered, kicking the unconscious Amelia in her raised rump and causing her to skid slightly, sprawling painfully on the wooden floor.
"just be happy it wasn't you." he snarled, turning on his heel and marching from the room. Rin's hands balled into fists. He wished he could kill the bastard, do something to help little Amelia, to save her and all his friends. But he was powerless. Just like everyone else. He could only hope, and pray.