Serf

S.M. Wolf

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Stella, Lord William and the story copyright 2002 S.M. Wolf. Any resemblence to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. The story may not be reproduced in whole or in part without prior written permission of the author.

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Stella knew the one absolute rule for all serfs. Never steal from the Lord. But her mate was dead and their two raccoon cubs were starving. There was no alternative. She had snuck through the winter snow and found an open entrance to the castle through the servant's quarters. She had made it into the storeroom okay, but she had literally run into Lord William himself on her way out. She had hit him so hard that the larger fur had lost his balance and fallen to the floor.

Stella had dropped her booty and tried to run, but Lord William had grabbed her tail and brought her down almost immediately. She had compounded her crime by ripping her Lord's fine clothing with her claws as she fought to get away.

Lord William had summoned the guards. She had pleaded with them, but her cries fell on deaf ears. The guards had taken her to the dungeon and locked her away in a cell. When they left, she was left in total darkness.

Time passed slowly for Stella as she lay in a corner of the dark cell. She had no idea what fate awaited her. She was a serf, and as such the virtual property of her Lord. He could do anything he wished to her, even kill her, and no one would raise a single finger to help her.

A long time after she had been thrown in the cell Stella saw a faint glow coming from underneath the heavy wooden door of her cell. She heard a key grate in the cell door lock. The door opened, and Stella threw up her right arm to shield her eyes from the glare of the torch.

Three guards stood in the doorway. Two came in and grabbed Stella by her arms and bodily lifted her up. They half dragged her out of the cell and down the dank hallway.

"Please, don't torture me. I'm sorry --" she babbled at the guards.

One of the guards cuffed her head to silence her.

"You're not half as sorry as you will be before the night is over!" he growled at her.

The guards took her up a flight of step to the main floor of the castle. They passed several furs in the brightly lit hallways. All pulled to the side and watched her pass. Apparently everyone knew what she had done. From the look of fear in their eyes Stella guessed they also knew what her punishment was to be. Several looked at her with scorn, but most gave her looks of fear and pity. She became steadily more scared as the guards continued dragging her through the hallways of the castle.

The sound of revelry reached Stella's ears. Somewhere ahead there was a party or feast happening. Stella began to remember some of the stories told around the fire on cold winter nights after the cubs were in bed. The Lord was known for some 'peculiarities'. Few if any serf had actually witnessed them, but the rumors persisted nonetheless. Stella began to quake in the grasp of the guards.

The guards pulled Stella along the hallway. She tried to slow them by dragging her feet, but they simply used their superior strength to pick her up and carry her. They went around a final turn and entered the Great Hall.

The Great Hall was about forty feet long and twenty feet wide. The arched ceiling reached up to twenty feet above the cobblestone floor. The stone walls were covered with tapestries. Torches placed in holders along all four walls and four chandeliers hanging from the ceiling provided light. Banners commemorating her Lord's many victories in battle hung from the rafters of the ceiling.

The guards had brought her into the Great Hall though a door behind the High Table. Lord William sat with his back to her. Two warriors, a stoat and a weasel, sat on either side of him. On both sides of the hall were a row of tables. Another ten or so fur warriors were eating at them. They were a mixture of stoats, weasels, otters and wolves. Collectively they were the commanders of Lord William's troops and levies.

One by one each of the fur warriors in the Great Hall put down their drinks and stared at her. Stella was assaulted with the naked lust on the face of all of them. She tried to turn and run, but the guards held her securely in their grasp.

Lord William was the last to turn around. Seeing her, he stood and walked over to her. He was an older wolverine, now almost thirty-five summers old. He was dressed in a dark blue robe and pants. He was wearing heavy black boots on his feet. A wide black leather belt circled his waist. On the belt was an ornate knife with a six inch blade.

Stella shivered as he lifted a paw and ran his sharp claws through the fur of her chin. He grinned at her reaction.

"Well, the little thief is here! And just in time to provide us with our evening's entertainment," Lord William loudly proclaimed.

Lord William turned and waved his left paw in the general direction of the High Table.

"Come, Serf Raccoon, the guests await! It is time to begin the show."

Stella looked in the direction Lord William was pointing. She had missed seeing two items in the Great Hall when she entered. About ten feet in front of the High Table and directly underneath one of the chandeliers was a slant rack. Ropes were arranged at the top and bottom of the rack to firmly secure the victim to the heavy wooden top.

Beside the rack was a small table. Arrayed on top of the table were a variety of whips, canes gags, and paddles.

In an undertone Lord William ordered the guards, "Put her on the rack."

The guests went wild as Stella was led to the rack. They yelled, screamed, and hooted as the guards lifted Stella up onto the rack and placed her feet on the board on the end of the lower end. The guests jeered Stella as she tried to stop the guards from tying the ropes to her wrists and ankles.

"What's the matter, thief," one slightly drunk stoat yelled at her. "'Fraid to take your beating?"

His companions laughed at the look of fear that crossed Stella's face at the mention of her probable fate.

The guards were soon successful in tying her down. Stella was tightly stretched out on the rack. Her arms and legs were spread wide by her bonds. Her ample bosom was thrust up into the air. From her half reclining position, she saw Lord William leave the High Table. She tracked his every movement as he walked to her right side. She turned her head to look him in the face and pleaded, "Please, Lord, spare me. I have cubs at home. I was only taking food for them. I--"

"--Am a thieving serf who will be punished tonight for stealing from her Lord!" Lord William finished for her. The assembly roared their approval.

Lord William raised his right paw for silence. The guests leaned forward over their tables and watched him in anticipation. Once he had total silence, Lord William continued, "And your punishment starts now!"

Quicker than the young female raccoon's eyes could follow the wolverine slashed downward with his claws. The cloth of her blouse ripped as his claws cut through it. Stella screamed in fear, but she felt no pain. Lord William was too good to hurt her by accident. All of her pain that night would be deliberately delivered by Stella's Lord.

The guests roared their approval, but Lord William was not yet satisfied. He grasped the edges of the tear in both paws and ripped Stella's blouse wide open. Being only a serf, she was wearing nothing underneath. Her breasts stood exposed to the entire crowd. Lord William folded back the edges of her tattered blouse and stepped back to allow all to see her ample assets.

Stella could only lie on the rack as the guests roared their approval of the sight of her large breasts. She blushed in shame and confusion. Many yelled crude comments back and forth amongst themselves. Some even directed jeers directly to her. Stella closed her eyes and started to weep at the verbal abuse. She was alone, scared and totally unprepared for what was happening to her.

Lord William allowed the tide of noise to rise and subside. As the noise level resumed a normal level, He picked up a whip from the table. It was made from braided leather and was about four feet long. The wooden handle fir comfortably into Lord William's right paw. He stood on the right side of the rack and casually flicked the whip upward. It landed lightly on the upper half of Stella's breasts.

Stella opened her eyes as she felt the slight weight fall on her breasts. She bent her head as far down as she could to see what was lying on top of her. Her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets when she saw the whip. Wordlessly she shook her head no. Surely her Lord would not use this thing upon her!

"Serf, as the first part of your punishment, you will receive six lashes with the whip," Lord William proclaimed.

He leaned in towards her and added, "On your bare breasts!"

The crowd roared their approval.

Stella could only watch as Lord William took a half step back. He swung the whip back and forth several times to warm up. Each time the whip cracked, Stella jumped in her bonds.

Lord William raised the whip and brought it down on Stella's right breast. She felt a line of fire appear on the underside of her breast and extend over to her cleavage.

"AAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed.

The crowd roared again. Many of the furs laughed at her as she jumped around on the rack.

Lord William raised the whip again and brought it down. The tip of the whip flicked the end of her left nipple. Stella screamed as loud as she could and tried to turn her body away from the whip. The ropes held her too firmly. She was forced to lay flat on the rack and accept whatever punishment Lord William chose to deliver with the whip.

Lord William raised the whip a third time and brought it crashing down on the nipple of Stella's right breast. She tried to scream but she was in so much raw pain that she could not catch her breath to make any sound.

Seeing her trouble breathing, Lord William paused a few moments while she caught her breath. Once he saw she was taking large gulps of air, he raised the whip a fourth time and lashed out. The tip snaked over the top of Stella's left breast and left an angry red line visible through her thin fur. Her cry of pain was answered by a roar from the assembled furs as they reveled in her agony.

Lord William delivered the last two lashes in quick succession. The first sliced across the top of Stella's right breast. Before the pain even registered he brought a stroke down on the underside of her left breast.

The combined pain was too much for Stella. She screamed once before passing into blissful unconsciousness. Faintly she was aware of the cheers of approval as Lord William bowed to the assembly, placed the whip on the table and returned to the High Table to have his dinner.

The first thing Stella was aware of as she returned to consciousness was the burning flames in her breasts. She moaned and rolled her head from side to side as she slowly became aware of her surroundings. The smell of food told her the dinner had been served while she was unconscious. She could hear the furs around her eating and carousing.

Stella opened her eyes. In front of her at the High Table Lord William and his two guests were devouring a sumptuous meal. Despite her predicament, Stella's stomach rumbled at the sight of all the fine food. It had been days since she had eaten. Lord William became aware of her being awake. He slumped back in his seat and stared her in the face. She could not read the look on his face.

The other furs became aware of her return to alertness as well. She could hear them making crude comments about her and speculating about the punishments she would receive later that night. Many of their comments sent chills down her spine.

Dinner passed far too quickly for Stella. The servants brought in several courses. None would allow Stella to catch their eye. She could tell they were deathly afraid of the game their Lord was playing with her.

The last of the plates were cleared away. The furs in the Great Hall relaxed back in their chairs. Stella was terribly aware that the eyes of everyone were upon her as she lay stretched out on the rack. Lord William called for the servants to bring more wine and bade his warriors to fill their cups so they would not be distracted during the rest of the night's entertainment.

When all were ready, Lord William stood. He took off his robe and laid it across the back of his chair. He stood stripped from the waist up. Stella could see the muscles of the warrior wolverine etched underneath his fur. Daily weapons practice kept him as fit as any eighteen year old fur. Now, though, the muscles would be put to another purpose.

Lord William walked over to Stella and pulled out his knife. He inserted the tip underneath her blouse at the lower end of the rip he had made previously. Slowly he drew the knife down her front. Stella could hear the ripping of fabric as he slit open her blouse.

Lord William grabbed the right cuff of her blouse and cut it open with his knife. He worked the knife down until he reached the rip on the front. He went to the other side of the rack and repeated the process on her left sleeve. With a flourish, he grabbed the left shoulder of her blouse and pulled it off her with a yank. She lay there naked from the waist up in full view of the male fur.

The crowd roared its approval.

Stella watched as Lord William leaned over and inserted the knife under the waist of her dress. She felt a tug as the knife cut through the ties at the top of her dress. Lord William continued down and sliced her dress front apart. The tatters lay on top of her legs. Small amounts of fur could be seen though the opening. Several of the male furs leaned forward in hopes of a better view.

Lord William grabbed a pawful of cloth at her waist and another near the bottom of her dress. The room went silent, and Stella could hear the intake of several fur's breath in anticipation. Lord William paused dramatically, and then whipped her dress off Stella.

The crowd went wild as Stella's entire body was revealed to them.

Lord William clapped his paws. Three guards entered the Great Hall. Two went to the rack and undid the ropes that were binding Stella. With a surge of hope she thought they were releasing her, but instead they flipped her over and tied her face-down on the rack. Her legs were bound together and her ankles secured to the middle of the bottom end of the rack. Her arms were again tied widely spread to the corners of the top end. One of the guards released a catch and the rack rotated down to lie horizontal. Rings set in the bottom of the rack surface disappeared inside of holes in the legs of the rack. The other guard slid two pegs into the holes to firmly attach the top.

There was no danger of the top flipping up now.

The third threw a rope over one of the exposed ceiling beams. One of the guards at the rack grabbed an end and tied it tightly to the tip of her tail. The third guard pulled the rope taut. Stella's tail was lifted high into the air. The guard continued pulling and her hips were raised off the rack. He tied the end of the rope to a ring set in the wall.

Stella's pussy and pink ass hole were revealed in intimate detail to the stoat and weasel at the High Table. Stella was acutely aware of them staring at her cunt lips. They were unusually large for most female furs. She felt Lord William grab them and spread them painfully wide.

"A pleasant view, isn't it, my friends?" Lord William asked the two male furs at the High Table.

The stoat and weasel lifted their goblets and loudly proclaimed in unison, "Aye!"

"I'll leave a bit for you after I'm done, then."

Stella watched as Lord William went back to the table. His paws roamed over the selection of tools available to him. He suddenly smiled and picked up a switch. It was the diameter of his forefinger and a yard long. He swished it back and forth. He turned to face Stella. She was staring at the switch in his paw.

Lord William solemnly intoned "For the next portion of your punishment, you will receive three dozen lashes on your flanks and ass. Following that, any fur here who wishes may use you for his pleasure."

"NO!!!" Stella screamed.

Lord William ignored Stella. He walked over beside the rack. He brought the switch back behind him and swung it forward hard to land on her left flank. The Great Hall was filled with the sound of wood striking furred flesh. After a moment, Stella's scream echoed through the Great Hall.

Lord William slowly delivered blow after blow to Stella's unprotected ass. He laid down six parallel welts an inch apart on her left flank from even with her tail down to the top of her thigh. Each blow instantly raised her skin but never cut it and drew blood. He switched his target to her right flank and laid down a matching set of welts on her right flank. Stella screamed loudly each tome the switch raised a welt on her flanks.

Lord William paused and walked over to the High Table. He picked up his goblet and drank a deep draught. Refreshed, he returned to his work.

The next six lashes landed on Stella's left flank again. Lord William adjusted the angle of the blows to lay them down across the swollen welts of the first six. Stella screamed for mercy at the top of her lungs, but her Lord ignored her. She could only weep uncontrollably as Lord William moved to the left side of the rack and laid down six more backhanded lashes on her right flank.

Stella's entire world was reduced to the sound of the switch cutting through the air, the impact of the switch on her fur and the pain the switch caused in her ass. She no longer was conscious of the many cheers from the male furs as each blow landed on her upturned butt.

Lord William laid down his switch and inspected his work. Twenty-four bright red welts crisscrossed her flanks from tail to thighs. He ran a paw over her ass. Stella screamed as his gentle touch sent waves of pain racing through her flanks.

Lord William moved around to look at Stella's face. Her eyes were unnaturally wide with her whites showing. Her breathing was labored and ragged.

"Wine," Lord William ordered.

A wine skin was thrown to Lord William. He uncorked it and placed the tip to Stella's lips. He dribbled a small amount into Stella's mouth.

Stella became aware of the taste of wine in her mouth. It helped bring her back to her senses. Weakly she said, "Thank you, milord."

Lord William replied, "Don't take it to be a mercy. I just want to make sure you are alert for the last third of your punishment.

Lord William picked up the switch again. He placed himself even with her left flank. This time he gently tapped the switch up and down her ass from the base of her tail well down her thighs. He came back to the lower curve of her ass several times. Even in her pain Stella was surprised to feel her crotch warm as the switch brushed her cunt lips. Lord William even stroked her pussy lips with the tip of the switch.

Stella's respite ended abruptly when Lord William raised the switch and brought it down hard across her ass just below her tail hole. He was careful not to break her skin or raise a welt, but Stella still screamed in pain and terror.

Lord William's next blow landed low on the back of Stella's thighs. She was unprepared for the sudden pain from her legs. She screamed and collapsed into uncontrollable weeping. Lord William did not pause. He paced his blows to allow the pain from each to rise to a maximum and just start to subside as the next blow fell.

Lord William alternated his blows from high on Stella's ass to low on her thighs. Each time though the assembled furs could see him move ever closer to Stella's now open cunt lips. Many of the furs moved out from behind their tables to stand beside the rack to get a better view. Several rhythmically clutched their crotches as Lord William worked closer to his ultimate objective.

Four blows fell above Stella's cunt and four blows fell below it. Lord William took careful aim and landed the ninth blow even with the upper end of her slit. Stella's scream was mixed with a startled yelp as she felt a strange sexual excitement as the switch grazed her exposed cunt lips. Her eyes flew open wide in surprise.

Lord William drew out the final three blows. He waited almost a minute before raising the switch again. The tenth blow landed about half an inch lower. It stung Stella's large pussy lips. She shrieked in pain, but once the pain washed away she was left with a strange warmth in her crotch that continued to grow as she waited for the eleventh lash.

Lord William delivered a crashing blow to Stella's ass an inch above the junction of her legs and ass. Stella screamed as much in surprise and shock as pain when the blow sent pleasure racing through her now engorged cunt. The furs surrounding her laughed as her opened her mouth in shock. Her scream was soon replaced with groans of sexual pleasure as Lord William waited for her body to respond.

Lord William raised the switch for the thirty-sixth and final time. He brought the blow in low and struck barely above Stella's thighs. Her scream was a mixture of pain and pleasure as the blow landed heavily on her distended cunt lips. It sent her to the peak of sexual arousal but did not send her over the top to an orgasm.

Stella was left lying on the rack in a highly aroused state with pain coursing through her abused ass. Around her the male furs cheered their Lord as he placed the switch back down on the table. Stella did not care though. She was clenching and unclenching her ass cheeks trying to both ease the pain and bring herself over the top to orgasm.

Lord William bowed to the weasel and stoat still sitting at the table.

"Would you care to sample this fine wench's cunt, my friends?" he asked.

The weasel turned to the stoat and said, "Be my guest to go first, Lord Harry."

The stoat stood up and walked around to stand in front of Stella. As she watched he removed his clothing. His cock was already unsheathed and fully erect. It was thin, barely as big as her thumb, but it was long, a good ten inches. The pink of his prick stood out in sharp contrast to his white belly fur.

Lord William clapped his hands again. Two guards appeared. One brought in a strange pillow. It was fashioned in the shape of a cylinder about three feet long and two hands in diameter. It was covered in black leather and heavy stitching. The guard slid it under Stella's hips.

The second guard untied the rope holding Stella up by her tail from the ring in the wall. She sighed as the great tension was released and her hips fell back down onto the pillow. The first guard cut the rope with a knife leaving a two foot length dangling from the end of Stella's tail. He grabbed the rope and walked around the rack to Stella's left side. A ring was set in the side of the rack even with Stella's hips. He ran the end of the rope through the rig and tied it off. Stella's tail now arched up in the air and back down to the rack in a half circle.

The second guard drew out a small step from underneath the rack and placed it on the right side of the rack near the bottom end. The first guard cut the ropes holding Stella's legs together. He also released her ankles. Each guard grabbed one of her ankles and spread her legs wide. They pulled her body taut over the pillow and retied her ankles to the corners of the rack.

With a bow to their Lord, the two guards left the Great Hall.

The stoat walked around to Stella's right side. She followed him the best she could by twisting her head about. She watched helplessly as he mounted the step and slid behind her. She felt the tip of his prick graze her cunt lip an instant before he rammed his hard member deep into her cunt. She screamed at the intrusion. He withdrew partially and rammed his cock back into her.

The stoat worked quickly, rapidly thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her juices had started to flow from the last blows of the switch, and the repeated thrusts were unexpectedly exciting Stella. Her pussy quickly moistened as her juices flowed. Soon she was moaning in pleasure. She had not achieved an orgasm though when she felt the stoat make a final thrust deep into her and his body stiffen. Her cunt was filled with his cum.

Stella did not have long to wait for her next fuck. The weasel from the High Table appeared in front of her and quickly undressed. His cock was thicker that the stoat's, but only about five inches long. She watched as he too mounted the steps and positioned himself behind her. She came with his first hard thrust. Her screams of pleasure filled the Great Hall just as loudly as her screams of pain had so recently done.

The weasel finished quickly. Another male fur appeared in front of Stella, an otter this time. Like the two visiting lords, he quickly undressed and displayed his rampant member to Stella before mounting the rack and her. Unlike the first two, he bent over almost double to lay along her back. He played with her tits, rubbing her sore but erect nipples between his fingers. Her screams of pleasure were mixed with his grunts as both reached orgasm together.

Most of the remainder of her punishment was a blur of male furs undressing before Stella and then mounting her bound body. She came to appreciate the wide variety of sexual tools the males possessed. Some were long, others thick. Each would show off his member with pride before burying it in Stella.

Stella did remember one wolf clearly. His pelt was coal black. His member was easily fourteen inches long and two inches in diameter not counting his knot.. After wetting the entire length of his shaft in her cunt, he withdrew completely and adjusted his aim higher. The tip of his prick forced its way past the tight muscles of her anus. Stella yelped in pain, but her anal muscles quickly relaxed. The wolf waited a few moments and then began thrusting vigorously into her ass hole. Thankfully he did not bury his knot into her. She did achieve two orgasms from the unfamiliar but very pleasurable sensations of the wolf's anal rape of her.

All of the males save Lord William mounted her at least once. Some chose to have her multiple times. Some mounted her from behind and took her in her cunny or tail hole while others forced Stella to open her muzzle and suck them off. She lost track of how many times she was covered, but a large pool of white jism had formed on the top of the rack between her legs from the flow dribbling out of her cunt and down her thighs by the time the last male rolled off her.

Stella could not tell for sure how late it was, but it felt like it was well past midnight. She had to have been on the rack a good seven hours. Her tits and ass still hurt from the lashes she had received, but the warm afterglow coming from her crotch and tail hole more than compensated for the pain.

The three guards that had brought her to the Great Hall reappeared. They released her from the rack and helped her to stand. She wobbled and had to be assisted out of the Great Hall. She expected the guards to return her to the dungeon and her dark cell, but instead they took her up several flights of stairs to a large wooden door guarded by two large wolverine warriors, members of Lord William's personal guard.

One of the wolverine's knocked on the door. Stella could hear a muffled "Come!" from within. The guard opened the door and Stella's escort took her into the room.

Lord William stood beside the fireplace sipping wine. He had put his robe back on. In the light from the fire Stella could see a long table in front of the fire. At the end closest to the door were a chair and a platter with a large amount of food, remnants of the feast served below in the Great Hall.

"Leave us," Lord William ordered the guards.

The guards left, closing the door behind them. Stella was left alone in the Lord's personal quarters with her Lord. He pointed to a chair beside the table and commanded her, "Be seated, Stella."

Stella hobbled across the room and took the proffered seat. She kept her head lowered as was proper for a serf in the presence of her betters, but that proved to be a mistake. She was staring directly at all the food. She began to drool uncontrollably.

"Eat," Lord William commanded her.

Stella needed no further encouragement. Ravenously she dug into the food and stuffed as much as she could into her mouth as rapidly as she could. Lord William turned back to the fireplace and watched the flames dance within it. He placed one paw on the mantle and seemed to be lost deep in thought.

Stella finally slowed down her eating but did not stop. It had been weeks since she had eaten even half as much food as was in front of her now..

Lord William turned his head and asked Stella, "What is the first rule of a serf?"

.Stella hurriedly swallowed the salad greens in her mouth. She felt a hard knot in the pit of her stomach. She lowered her muzzle and quietly replied, "Never steal from the Lord."

"And yet you stole food from me, Stella."

"I-- I know, my Lord. I... I'm sorry, but my cubs are starving to death, and I couldn't think of any other way to feed them."

The silence seemed to drag on forever.

"Stella," Lord William asked her, "what is the first rule for a lord with regards to a serf?"

Stella racked her brains, but no answer came to mind.

"My Lord, I do not know," she replied after several seconds.

"It is the responsibility of a Lord to protect and nurture his serfs and to see to their well being. That includes seeing that they are fed when they have no food of their own. As a recent widow you could have petitioned me for food and other help and received it."

When the import of her Lord's words sank in she broke down weeping. She realized all the pain and suffering she and her cubs had experienced not only that day but for past several weeks could have been avoided simply by coming to the castle and asking for help. Lord William turned back to the fire and watched it as he waited for Stella to regain her composure.

When she stopped crying Lord William turned back to Stella.

"For your information, I sent my old nanny and one of our young assistant cooks to your hut last night. They had plenty of food with them. They have been looking after your two cubs and seeing that they are well fed and cared for. They also told your cubs that you were at the castle and they would see you again in about three days."

Stella slid out of the chair and dropped to her knees in front of Lord William. She took his free left paw in her paws and pressed her forehead to the back of his paw in a show of respect.

"Thank you, milord. Thank you." she repeated over and over.

Lord William allowed Stella to carry on for several seconds before extricating his paws from hers. He pointed to the chair and the waiting food. She sat back down and continued eating. As she did so, Lord William told her the final portions of her punishment.

"Stella, what is the main responsibility of a serf to his lord?" he asked her.

Stella replied, "To work the land for him and provide him with the fruit of his labors."

"Stella, how do you intend to work the land come Spring?"

The food in Stella's mouth suddenly turned to sawdust. It was a question she had been asking herself as well. No one had come courting her following her mate's death. Many of the other serfs whispered behind her back that his wasting disease had been revenge from Stella for being unfaithful to her. In truth his indiscretion had angered her, but she had cried honest tears the day they had buried him. However her family and his had ostracized her in revenge for her supposed killing of her mate. Most of the serfs also refused to talk to her.

"Lord, I have no idea," she meekly confessed in a voice barely above a whisper.

"I thought as much. Since you cannot work the land for me and as further punishment I hereby strip you of your land."

Stella's head whipped up, and she stared at her Lord in horror.

"Lord, the hut and what is within are the only shelter I have for my cubs. It is the dead of Winter. We cannot survive without shelter. Where will we go?" Stella cried in fear.

"Today and tomorrow you will stay in my quarters while others care for your cubs. Then you will go back to your hut and move your cubs and possessions to a two room hobble built against the inside of the wall. Normally they are reserved for married officers, but in your case I have decided to make an exception."

Stella stared at Lord William while he took another sip of wine form his goblet.

"Besides," he continued, "you would probably just have to move again before Spring. Three of the males who raped you tonight inquired if you were mated. You should have several suitors before the end of the week."

Stella could not believe her sudden reversal of fortune.

"Thank you, milord!"

"Of course, you still have to endure your final punishment of the night and more punishments in the coming two days," he informed her.

"More punishment?" Stella wailed.

Lord William walked over to the table and pushed the dishes to the far end. He took Stella's right paw and raised her up out of the chair. He shoved the chair out of the way with his left foot. He turned Stella around to face the table. She turned her head to watch him, a quizzical look on her muzzle.

Lord William placed his left foot crosswise behind Stella's ankles and pressed his left paw against the center of her back. She was forced to bend over the table. He forced her to lay down with her ass hanging over the edge of the table.

"Stella, for the remainder of your punishment, you will spend the next two days serving your Lord's pleasures in, and out, of bed starting right now!"

Lord William moved to Stella's right side. In the orange glow of the firelight she could see him take off his robe and toss it onto the table. This time he did not stop there. He sat on the edge of the table and pulled off his boots. She heard them land with a clatter on the stone floor in the gloom beyond the fire light. The belt followed a moment later. He undid the ties holding his pants up and slid them down over his hips and legs. They joined his robe on the table.

As Lord William stood Stella got her first look at his rampant prick. She gasped. The stories had been around for years of his extreme size, but she had discounted them. Now she could not help but stare at his cock. Lord William was obviously familiar with her reaction for he paused and stood with his paws on his hips, pelvis thrust slightly forward to display his tool to maximum effect.

It was as wide across as three or even four of Stella's fingers and as long as her Lord's forearm and paw combined. Few of the other males who had raped her that night could even come close to the shaft in front of her and none could surpass her Lord.

Lord William growled, "I've been waiting to do this ever since I ripped open your blouse and saw those big beautiful tits!"

Lord William walked around behind Stella. She turned her head and watched motionlessly as he guided his dick to her pussy slit. He ran it up and down her still wide open cunt. Pleasant sensations emanated from her crotch again, and she moaned in pleasure. Lord William grinned down at her and thrust his hips forward. Four inches of his wolverinehood slid into her pussy. She clenched her legs tight to try to stop him from mounting her, but a sharp slap to her right flank and the pain it caused her already abused flesh made her spread her legs wide. She gripped the sides of the table tightly and bit her lower lip as her Lord forced his way deep into her pussy inch by sometimes painful inch.

Lord William finally hilted his member in Stella's cunt. She lay gasping beneath him. He leaned forward slightly and reached around to her front side. His paws covered her tits. He clenched and unclenched his fingers, gently massaging her still painful breasts.

Stella felt herself mounting to yet another orgasm. The incredible warm fullness of her pussy and the shots of pleasure from her bosom were just too much. She gave a sharp yelp as another orgasm shook her body.

Stella's orgasm seemed to be a signal to Lord William. He began to pump his prick in and out of her sopping wet cunt. She could hear the sucking sound every time he yanked his tool out. The removal of his left an empty feeling inside of her, but fortunately her Lord would quickly ram his dick back into her to fill the void.

Lord William shifted his paws down to Stella's waist. Her grabbed her firmly and began to thrust in and out hard as he mounted to his own orgasm. His forward thrusts began to lift Stella up off the table. She did not mind though, as each brought an electric thrill to her crotch and a mini-orgasm.

All too soon for Stella's liking Lord William erupted inside her steaming hot cunt. She could feel copious amounts of jism coating the inside of her pussy. His continued rapid thrusting mixed it with her juices and worked them into a froth that flowed freely down her legs to land on the stone floor. He worked under her tail for almost two minutes before his prick rapidly wilted, and he withdrew.

Later they lay together in Lord William's bed. They had taken a quick bath to remove most of the cum from their fur. Lord William had laid Stella across the top of the bed with her back to him. He gently traced the crisscross pattern of welts on her flanks with the sharp tip of his right forefinger's claw.

"These should heal nicely in a couple of days. I'll have the chirurgeon look at them tomorrow morning He can no doubt give you some foul smelling slave to rub on them that will help them to heal more quickly."

Lord William shifter Stella around so she lay in a more normal position with her head on a pillow and her feet at the foot of the bed. He tossed several blankets on top of her and then slid under them to lay beside her with his naked body butting up against hers.

"Rest, Stella. You will be punished further by me tomorrow. And with Winter heavily upon us I have little else to do than rape you for the next two days."

As she lay beside her snoring Lord waiting for sleep to overtake her, Stella could not help wonder if her Lord would rape her tail hole tomorrow. As she drifted off to sleep, she smiled at the prospect of his member rammed up her ass.