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The rustling of the bushes nearby was the only sound, besides the wind of course. The arrival of the afternoon sun brought on the hotter wind, like an oven door had been opened to make the baker pull away from the hot blast. A dry and searing heat made the rustling sound of the finger pointer bush curl in its leaves to shield their tender surfaces from the much hotter second sun. The Guardsman had exhaled out in a sigh to the uncomfortable heat blowing its way too which also caused the bush to curl up its leaves, it liked oxygen; carbon dioxide was its own discharge.

A strange plant sun and carbon dioxide were the life's blood to other green plants, except the finger pointer, so called for if you breathed close to it, it would seem to point directly at you, the source of the carbon dioxide air, The whole bush seemed to point directly at the guardsman who moved a little, after exhaling a sigh to the new source of discomfort. In his plate armor beginning to heat from the blue-white dwarf sun as it rose into the sky, heating him up inside his mobile oven. The second sun rose quickly after coming over the horizon.

Squawks and screams, sheiks and roars from the forest beyond the city gates but far off from where the guardsman stood at a slouching attention, they announced the reaction of the new heat of the day quickly voicing the natural world's cry of its outrage from the smaller bright orb, accompanying the cooler yellow sun, which was still up. The forest and its inhabitants were still far from his position here in front of the city gate. A buffer of ninety feet rounded the small city's walls all the way around.

The heat only made it slightly uncomfortable, as he moved to readjust his stance, and chanced to look at the disapproving stern gaze behind him, off the reflection in the blade portion of his martial badge of office. He stopped moving then lest the small party of horsemen notice his presence. It was not a regular duty either, only because of the borderline criminal way the official performed his job, this was why the two city guardsmen found themselves doing early morning escort duty.

The tall official had a piercing gaze, in an atmosphere of an experienced professional, adept at catching the wicked and the criminal hoarders. He moved past him giving him a 'harrumph' of disapproval to his sloppy demeanor and disdain for protocol and made him jostle his grip upon the long pole arm he held in his right gauntleted hand. He quickly gathered it up, in a quick grab and held it back into his chest, the end rested upon the ground holding the weight of the weapon. The official then motioned his left hand in a relaxed manner, like a high lord summoning a servant for more wine, his fingers apart but in a relaxed gesture motioning the signal to the two enforcers he brought along. They were there to aid in stopping the party from escaping unscathed and scot free into the forest down the road behind him. The three stood to block easy escape from the city. The official stood with the cover to his basinet lowered for battle, to stay mysterious and unidentifiable behind it. The two outer guardsmen relaxed now because the official was about to announce to the small party his intentions, they were only there to escort the official, the enforcers were there to support and protect the official, for now the guardsmen duty was relaxed. They both did likewise inside their armor, but held their pole arms at attention even though they were not.

"Taxman! Hold up you four, time to pay the tax!" He cheerily called out as his enforcers drew their swords baring the metal to emphasize the seriousness of the order.

Gerald now realized only now, and slapped himself in pantomime within his mind as to why no one was out on the street at all this morning, he had completely forgotten, as well and in leaving town a week late. Regrettably had he left only one week before he would have avoided these two well aimed hard as a metal mallet kicks in the balls, one from a member of the Screw Guild the other from the tax collector. He pulled his horse to a stop, and reached around for his money bag. Consternation and regret aided him in moaning out a curse under his breath, he readjusted his seat in his high backed saddle to allow more comfort to the recent intrusion into his groin, and allowed him to turn in the saddle to fish out his money, hidden in the center of his bedroll.

"Each of you is venturing into the forest, so because of the region is the most dangerous and forbidding in the entire world," (An absurd statement, Gerald thought, anywhere outside of civilization or the walls of a town was dangerous)."You will have to pay the entire year's tax in advance!" The taxman stated with a cheery almost musical note in his voice.

Aghast at the taxman callous disregard of their martial skills in defense versus any dangerous adversary, to a man they all groaned out loud their emotions, the Enforcers stepping forwards only one step to force the issue.

Everyone came up with their money bags though, in dejection and surrender to the inevitable, enforcers have been known to strike first lopping off parts people like to keep and never apologizing for enforcing the tax law.

After paying an exorbitant fee to the demonic revenue service, they group now much lighter in coin, each one of the party put back their nearly empty moneybags into the loosened bedrolls. It was now much easier to push less bulky bags back into the center. They tightened the roll ends and hurried their horses away from the last obstacle of civilization to the freedom of having to fight for your life in the forest beyond, poorer - but they were all free now.

The road ran straight towards the first trees, a few spreading oaks at the edge of the darkened road that curved to the right into the forest. It was quiet here; the breeze caused by the very bright afternoon sun above was cooled by the shade offered by these two silent guards at the beginning to the forest lane on either side of the high crowned wagon rutted path.

"Asshole bitch!" Dammon grumbled, "I don't have two silvers to rub together anymore he took everything, the bastard bitch!" He jostled the reins of his horse to move to the front of the little party, and then in a more happy voice "I'll take the point to be in front and meet any exciting situation first!"

"The happy Fool" Gerald said quietly to no one but himself, then turned to the somewhat speechless Gazelle riding next to him, "And you are...?" he began looking for some sign of a Guild item on the Gazelle's body.

"Oh me?" The Gazelle looked back towards Gerald, "Why do you ask Mage?" He let his horse walk along a few steps before answering, a somewhat blank stare on his face. "Well, to be honest I should let you know at least my name ...ah there!" He looked at Gerald who had been looking through his orb at him to try and figure out what the Gazelle was about, he acted so strangely like he was deranged or concentrating upon a question, maybe a ruse of some kind, Gerald did not know. The Gazelle was a mystery right now, besides whatever his name was as well. "You are really not using any kind of magic, but you are really strange!" Gerald said finally.

"Oh sorry I was concentrating, my Guildmaster said it would get easier eventually, but I had to get Stellar on the path so I don't have to worry about him."

The gazelle said brightly. "I apologize, my name is Braynt Valkerie, of the Lion!" he offered his hand to Gerald.

Gerald thought for a second then remembered his manners to shake the Gazelle's hand in response, "oh I'm Gerald Jenneck, That is Dammon Borgensmythe, Of the Adventurer's Guild...". Gerald was cut off for a second, as Dammon called back while looking ahead, only turning his head a little to yell back out of the side of his mouth, "Hello!"

Gerald continued, and our Merchant of the Diamond Guild Desmond Angje". Gerald finished gesturing to the one unicorn bringing up the rear, all at once Gerald realized why he was back there, and pulled his tail up around him to change Desmond's view.

"Awww ...meanie". Desmond said as he smiled back at Gerald.

"So you are of the Lion who or what is a Stellar?" Gerald asked adjusting his tail to block off Desmond being able to daydream about boffing Gerald.

"Stellar is my familiar, I was getting him to walk the path, instead of be in the forest. He can take care of himself. But I thought that if he was on the path then I wouldn't have to worry about him at all!" Braynt replied.

Gerald had no idea what the Gazelle was talking about so since his Guild was all about finding out new knowledge he went ahead and asked.

"Um. What is a Stellar? "Gerald asked again.

"Oh that is his name, there is no such thing as a stellar animal. I got him late when I was looking up at the big red sun right after dusk, just before the pitch comes and the two bright suns have both set." Braynt replied like everyone in the world knew what he was talking about.

Gerald now understood even less than he did before, this Gazelle was pretty weird just starring off into space. "Why were you just starring ahead, then? I don't understand."

"Oh that, yeah I was talking to Stellar in my mind as well as using my Endowment from the Lion Guild, I had to inhabit him to use my Endowment so he would walk the path." Braynt finished.

"The path ...?!" Gerald asked again, still perplexed.

"Oh I have Enchanted Treadpass and the path is a forest glade path with zero chance of any encounters. It is the same distance on flat ground and easy soft grassy path, going the same distance as I travel outside of it." Braynt said proudly."I might have to climb hills or scale a mountain but Stellar walks a flat path instead."

"This is all exciting, don't you agree?" Braynt said to Gerald. "I've never actually been in the forest before I grew up entirely in town!'

He looked ahead and clammed up only every once in a while looking around at the different plants and trees they passed.

Gerald decided Lion Guild members were all weird like this Gazelle, pleasant, informative but just plain weird.

Nothing much happened for a couple hours until everyone including the horses just stopped. All four of the horses looked into the trees as everyone else did, closed mouthed to listen to their left. Each of them did as well sitting astride their new mounts.

Gerald couldn't see a thing "I can't see the forest for the trees," he blurted out but before he could think he as well as the rest of the party heard something big coming their way, crashing through the trees directly at them like a herd of big farm animals Gerald thought, he quickly thought to urge his horse along but his horse instead reared up and dropped Gerald off his back, then ran at full gallop away from him.

He saw the ground coming up to his nose after looking at the sky for a second then his feet followed to bounce painfully off the hard rocks and hard pack dirt of the road.

Gerald and the other three guys were all laying on their backs or like Gerald on their upper back and face like he was.

The stomping thrashing noise got closer. He was alarmed and scared out of his wits, and ran as soon as he could scrape himself off the road, he ran straight into the unknown dark forest, but away from the crashing noise.

Then he got tangled up in vines of something he couldn't see. It wrapped all around both of his legs making him bounce face first off a tree.

"Ow! What the fuck!" he cried as the heavy weights bounced off his thighs and shins painfully wrapping his legs into a rope bolas.

Something hit him in the back of his head next, and he fell towards blackness, he tasted iron in his mouth and had to breathe out his mouth because he had bloodied his nose, from the force of slamming into the Ironwood tree.

Just before he blacked out completely he saw them; three or four huge spiral horned goat-like beings at least nine or twelve feet tall all dark blue skinned without any fur at all, and nearly completely naked with their long gigantic testicles hanging close to the ground and a think flabby sheath between their cloven hoofed legs. They were as dark a blue as the dense forest was green. He saw one use a two thumbed hand to peel off Desmond's wrist bracer, a loud pop and it was destroyed. Likewise to the popping sound Dammon's ring made. He couldn't see Braynt anywhere, "I hope he used his path!" Gerald thought just before the darkness took him.

He was swimming against a strong current. It was terrible the mud was finding its way into his mouth and nose he couldn't see the shore anymore, he was swimming as best he could but then a wave of syrupy mud came his way and buried him underneath, and he was unable to breath. Then he woke up after a vicious slap hit him across his face.

"Wakey-Wakey ...slave!" the ground was all wrong it was above his head which was throbbing in pain and his mouth felt like it was on fire and tasted like iron.

"Are you awake?" A two thumbed hand reached up and ground his testicles together and he screamed like a little girl in agony and surprise, the hand then rolled his testicles around in the too powerful grip making him scream louder as the orbs were mangled into each other in that awful hand, he screeched high pitched like a girl. Then the world came towards his face quickly and he was tossed on the ground. He tried to grab for his hurt manhood but his arms were tied at the elbows to a wooden bar that ran through his arms at elbow level and behind his back.

It anchored his hands away from being able to do anything except grind and grasp some of the grass as he was tossed like a bag of grain into. He couldn't even move his legs together from something that kept his legs apart, about three feet apart at his ankles. He moaned in pain then shrieked again as the blue demon picked him up off the ground by his wounded testicles trying to pull up deep inside his own stomach. Then the throbbing in his head subsided and two extremely powerful arms set him over a freshly hewn tree stump. Opposing two thumbed three fingered hands were the hands of all eight of these demonic monsters.

"Oh please stop I'll do anything if you stop, it hurts too much", something else prevented his testicles from withdrawing away from the mangling hands.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" the demon torturer laughed heartily, "Yes you will do A N Y T H I N G I want, slave." The blue demon said getting his hot foul smelling breath close to Gerald's ear, "After we get you all prepped and readied for sale you'll be a good compliant slave only too willing to do anything a Master asks!" and he slapped Gerald in the face again getting a yelp of pain out of him.

He eyes were glazed over from the agony between his legs, but at least it was starting to subside now. He was able to make out Dammon spread eagle between two trees getting whipped by a lash his screams were painful to hear and he was in luckless agony tightening his muscular frame to each stroke screaming in excruciating pain from each caress of the lash

. He slumped down all of a sudden and a different one of the big blue slavers threw water into his face, and slapped him awake again.

He hung limp in his ropes just moaning, blowing out water and spit from his mouth. He was crying. Huge awful welts were all over his face from having been severely beaten. Then one of the monsters walked up and said, "This will make it easier to breath, he inserted a long thin blade into Dammon's right nostril far up inside, Dammon jerked from the intrusion, then the big demon pulled on the blade long wise deep inside Dammon's nostril, the blade came free slitting Dammon's nostril in two, blood flowed out of the slice, but before Dammon couldn't respond with another scream before the monster did the same thing to his other nostril.

Dammon howled in pain he sucked air into his mouth as the ropes were cut on either side of him. He was pushed forwards, so his face would hit the ground first before he could bring up his arms to break his fall. His legs were still tied to the opposing trees. Another monster came up and strapped a leather thong around Dammon's testicles then put a five foot wide bar attached to spread his legs apart at the ankles. The thong's other end was tied to the bar and the monster twanged it to test the tightness of it. Dammon sucked in a gravely scream of inhaled pain.

Dammon went to grab his testicles to hold them away from getting tortured again. But his face was brought up to one of the demon's faces who knelt up to him, "What didn't I tell you, stop holding those they are not yours anymore, they are only for our pleasure!"

The monster lifted Dammon up higher by his mane and slammed him nose first into the ground, Dammon reached up to hold his face, after a muffled yelp of pain.

"He doesn't listen very well!" the one in front of him said the big torturer stepped back two steps and then swung his cloven hoof into Dammon's muzzle a gout of blood spattered all over Gerald, twenty feet away, all warm and sticky. Dammon lay unconscious again, Gerald was once again the center of attention.

Dammon's blood dripped off his skin, it was now Gerald realized his fur was shaved off his body. He began to shake uncontrollably. "No, please don't hurt me anymore I can't take it, please be merciful!"

"No, I'm afraid you still are rebellious, hanging you upside down from the tree for seven hours is not enough, I'm afraid." One of the Blue Goat demons laughed out walking towards him. "But you are almost totally ready to take the next phase of your training, just a few more things to do and you can begin your training!" he said happily and gently caressing Gerald's cheek with his two opposing thumbed hand.

He then held open Gerald's mouth and something hard and metallic gripped one of Gerald's canine teeth. Slowly amid the agony of no anesthesia Gerald felt his tooth get yanked free of his gums, then again the metal device gripped another tooth, "BWOOOO!" Gerald screamed trying to say no but with his mouth held open in a powerful grip, he could not get away only shake in his restraints in a pitifully weak struggling.

A powerful set of blue skinned hands held his mouth open so far as to have his jaw hinges pop in a new agony on either side. His arms and legs bound in restraints, he couldn't do much more than scream as each tooth was extremely slowly pulled out of his mouth, "Wow this is really painful, I can tell, I'll go as slow as I can to make it as bad as it can be to make sure you remember how horrible this is going to be for a long time in your memory!" the demon with the pliers laughed out.

Another one of the demons held him down on the rough stump, splinters digging into his virgin belly shaved clean of any fur, he huffed air through his pain wracked mouth as each of his teeth were slowly removed, his nose was caked with half dried blood too stuffed up to breath out of it..

His blood flowed out of his mouth upon the ground when he was finally let go, his jaws snapped back into place from being held open too far, making a sound that shot straight through to his lower back.

Then the next agony came as his mouth was pried open again, a long bar flat at the end and yellow hot was drug from the fire of coals nearby he was shown the hot metal as hands forced his mouth open again, once then twice then a third time and finally one last time the metal was pressed into his bloody gums, searing his holes closed where his teeth had been.

They let him drop into unconsciousness after that, the pain was exactly like that he woke up with informing him that they had removed his molars earlier.

He awoke with a start he could hear someone moaning in pain close by.

He didn't see Dammon right away but then looked a little to his left away from the moaning to his right.

Gerald saw he was in a cage suspended over a bed of hot coals, his back had been lashed again crisscrossed lines covered him, including his chest and stomach. The cage allowed his legs free but it was being closed. A three tipped lash laying close by. The cage was for his torso and belly, his legs stuck out the back still spread on the five foot bar, and his head was in a restraint in the front. A blue demon was lowering the cage top to latches that sprung closed with a loud clang. His arms were free, nothing restrained them, he held onto the sides of the cage with them in a death grip the knuckles were white and his fingers were nearly colorless from gripping so hard.

Gerald looked to his right to see Desmond bouncing forwards on a stump. His arms were also free but his legs showed the same crisscrossed welts all red, blue and purple covering his legs. He yelped as the demon ground his cock deeply into Desmond's ass. Desmond's horn had been shaved flush with his forehead. And he also was hairless except for a Mohawk of his mane standing up caked with blood and mud to stay there erect. Blood and pale greenish-white goop covered his face, and dripped out of his toothless mouth. He had his lower lip pierced with a ring to a chain link that held his jaw a little open, the other end of the six or seven linked chain, nailed to the front of the stump.

Desmond moaned on each long thrust the demon pounded into him a triple popping sound that squished on the pull stroke of the monster. All the way out then again back with a sloppy sounding triple pop as the blue demon thrust into him. The demon stopped and growled in excitement and Desmond's sides puffed out some more. The demon rested on Desmond's back softly panting for breath.

He opened his eyes and saw Gerald looking at him. "Our little slave is all ready now!" He announced. They all looked the same; two of the big blue monsters clopped heavily on the blood and greenish white goop covered area some of it crystallized in the rising yellow sun towards Gerald blocking his view of poor Dammon. It had been all grass but was now a thin sloppy mud red and brown-gray from the colors added to it.

The first one said in a kind but deep voice, "Now you just open your mouth and let me lay on your toothless mouth and virgin tongue, my dark ass tasting cock from your friend over there in the cage into your mouth and this will be all over soon!"

I need a little lube on my cock before we split you in half like a virgin sex toy you were always going to be!"

He said as calmly and nicely as he could.

Gerald was stunned, was he going to let this demon put that nasty thing in his own mouth and let him be mouth violated, he was not gay like poor Desmond. The cock was limp right now the big blue slaver pulled it out of his foul smelling sheath and it huge limp halfway to his knees, nearly as long as his gigantic nut sack with those two melon sized balls inside, the only part of him that had fur on it, besides his shaggy mane and the hairy bristles of the end of his tail.

"Here, let me help you." He pressed his cloven nail fingers into Gerald's lips to get his fingers in between Gerald's sore gums.

"I can tell this is your first time, I'll be gentle okay?"

He gently stuck his iron and thickly putrid, fetid and vile tasting fingers over Gerald's tongue. "Now all you have to do is get my cock as wet as you can, maybe let it slide into your virgin throat just past your tongue to get some of that good sloppy saliva all over it" He held up his limp and flaccid one inch diameter cock with the strange slightly lumpy look to the whole thing with his other two thumbed hand.

He inserted it into Gerald's sore mouth, it was worse than the fingers tasted, Gerald gagged at the taste but was not able to more or pull away, the other Blue slaver was holding him by his sides tight to the stump like iron.

The Blue slaver gently stroked the sides of his face as he slowly stopping to let Gerald take in a little more a fraction at a time so as not to hurt Gerald or make him gag and mover his head.

Gerald was in hell, he was getting violated by the worst possible humiliation, a cock that had dried cum and someone else anal and deep colon juices all over it. But the slaver was being more than nice to him, nicer than the others who had tortured and made him suffer in ball crunching torment and pain, he felt his eyes moisten and tears ran down his face as the blue slaver gently stroked in his mouth, the taste getting better less foul tasting as Gerald swallowed some of it and let more drip out of the sides of his mouth.

"That's a good boy" The slaver praised Gerald, who was crying he had been a straight guy, but now he was a faggot just like Desmond. He didn't hate Desmond he just thought that having sex with another male was totally unnatural, wrong!

"Yes, good boy, you have a very sexy mouth you know that?" The Slaver waited before he pushed of slide his now wet cock that had grown a little in Gerald's warm mouth.

"Let it just slide a little into your throat!" He stopped then added "That's a good slave, you are doing really well, just look at how good he is doing Garfayl." He was talking to the big one that was holding his sides like iron bands,

"Take a big breath now I have to get to the really slippery stuff in your throat." The blue gentle rapist said, and nodded to Garfayl to let Gerald's torso loose a little.

The powerful hands that pushed the splinters into Gerald's belly lt his breath again, he was done, and surrendered to his fate, he took a big deep breath.

The blue rapist quickly pushed all 18 inches of his now engorging cock down Gerald's throat before he could gag on it. He stayed there as Gerald was shocked the slaver had pushed his whole long post all the way down Gerald's throat so that Gerald's nose was buried in the slaver's groin. He stayed there as Gerald was beginning to gag finally, he didn't ;pull back out either, Gerald was going to vomit his guts out, he felt the tip of the demon's cock get larger in his throat making his throat bulge out from the arousal, then it happened, the slaver let out a huge bellow.

"OOOOOOOOOOOO YEEESSS! OOOO THAT'S SO GOOD". Gerald could feel hot thick streams of a fire hose empty into his stomach making his belly grow in size filling up on the cum this rapist was pumping down his throat. He began to shudder and shake, the iron grip of Garfayl returned to hold him tight, the rapist that was so kind at first was emptying his giant balls into Gerald's stomach. Gerald started to see stars as his lungs screamed for air, but the rapist only grabbed the back of Gerald's head to stroke his immense cock buried deep in Gerald's throat, well past his esophagus and into his lining to his stomach, the cum was still going when Gerald's eyes saw blackness, he heard Garfayl say to his friend, "You'd better just pull out now, you're choking him to death, just cum in his face for the rest!"

The cock was pushed deeper as blackness took Gerald.