Sacrifice - Part 2

Elker hardly heard the knock at his door, for his ears were sandwiched between his condemned son's pillows where he lay on Remby's bed. Even despite the rapid beating, he didn't bother to move. He didn't care what they wanted. Whether it was to check on him, or comfort him, they could go throw themselves on a pike. All he wanted was to be alone in his darkness.

They kept knocking, even harder, and he heard a faint voice calling his name.

"Go away", he whimpered -- though so quietly it was more of a prayer. His heart felt like it was dying, his facial fur wet with tears, his chest tight and cramping. Every now and then he heard a frantic child's scream. His frantic child.

He should have taken Remby and ran. Fuck the village. It and everyone in it could get burnt to the ground, for all he cared. His son was a sweet and innocent soul, with a clever mind and a kind heart. Remby didn't deserve this. And neither did his father. It wasn't right.

First, Remby lost his mother, and Elker lost his wife, to wild wolves. And then, when they came, Elker's daughters were chosen. Remby had to watch both of his sisters disappear and never come home. Elker had to watch two little girls he loved with all of his heart be torn from his arms and strapped to a tree trunk like animals waiting for slaughter.

He had struggled to move on. But he had thought that, at the very least, that would be the end of his suffering. He thought that pity would count for something, and he and his son would persist through this cruel and dark world together.

Now they had taken the only thing he had left from him.

And he knew he would forever be broken.

He heard a crash, and his hands loosened their grip on the pillows encasing his head. His ears shot up in the air as footsteps approached, and as he saw two blurry figures appear through teary eyes in his dying son's bedroom doorway, he gritted his teeth and snarled, "Can't you leave me alone?!"

There was a deep sigh. "I'm sorry, Elker", said a voice, which he recognised as Engus, the smith. "You... have to come".

The sniffling fox wiped rivers of liquid from his eyes with his wrists as he sat up. "What?" he demanded.

The two foxes entered his room with solemn faces and scooped their hands under Elker's arms, forcing him to stand even as he struggled angrily against them.

"Let me go! Can't you let me grieve my dying son in peace?!"

"Elker", Engus said, his voice unusually shaky. "They... they want you to watch".

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They had to drag Elker to the top of the wooden wall overlooking the grand tree stump. Every ounce of strength had faded from the hunter's legs and he could barely stand, let alone walk or climb stairs.

He heard the Chieftain say, "I'm so sorry, my friend. We have to do what they demand... for us all", though his voice was like a distant, hollow echo. Elker didn't see him, because his eyes were clenched shut. His mind itself seemed to be trembling to deal with the nightmarish reality, refusing to accept this was happening because it couldn't handle it if it was.

His escorts placed his hands on the wooden pikes at the top of the wall and wrapped his fingers around the wood for him, placing hands on his back to steady him.

"Don't do this... please", he begged under his breath -- not just of his fellow villagers, but of the world itself.

"Dad? Dad?! Help me! HELP ME!" he heard his son scream in terror from below, alongside the faint rattling of his restraints where he was tied around the trunk.

Elker almost fainted. His face crumpled into a devastated frown.

"Daddy! Help!"

"Daddy... watch", said... something else.It was a sound that had a physical quality, one that wounded the body and grated against the soul, like a dozen discordant voices speaking at once -- no, screaming over the top of each other. Somehow both emotionless and all emotions mixed together at once. An impossible voice from something unnatural.

"Waaaaaaaattttchhhhhhhhhhhh".

Trembling with fear, Elker opened his eyes.

Below, he saw the tree stump. He saw his small child tied to it, shivering in terror, arms and legs stretched outwards and behind him with his hands and feet in chains. Eyes fixed on his father, begging Elker to save him from this horror.

And then, around that stump, were three creatures unlike any other, with flesh darker than the night and fur that didn't move in the wind. Though their heights almost seemed to warp and shift in the dim light, they were several times larger and broader than any fox, with thick limbs and bulging muscles all over their bodies.

They seemed to smile as Elker looked at them, through sharp pointed teeth like those of wolves. They had black horns like bulls, and swallowing red eyes like fiery fever nightmares. But worst of all, they had penises like horses. Huge, hanging, and dribbling with black liquid.

"Yes. Daddy. Watch. Daddy", the one in the middle of the others and closest to Remby said in their painful voice-chorus.

"Orrrrrrr", another added.

"Alllllll", the third added.

"Diieeeee", the first finished, grinning.

"I can't do this", Elker whimpered, his eyes staring at his even more terrified child. "I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this".

"You have to", Engus whispered, frowning. "Or they kill us all. Every adult. Every child".

"I can't", Elker said, pushing against the pikes to try to pull away. "I can't. I can't. I--".

But the foxes either side of him held him in place firmly. "It will be over soon", the smith said softly. "I promise".

Tears poured down the hunter's face. He had no choice. Neither the monsters nor his fellow villagers would allow him one. And so, while he neither nodded nor agreed, he stopped fighting, and he stood still as he stared.

Three pairs of teeth grinned up at him.

"Yesssssss".

"Sacrriiiifficcee".

The creatures encroached upon the hunter's son, and Elker resigned himself upon his fate as he watched for their pleasure. As he watched the monsters claim their gift, only one small thing gave him comfort. A decision he had made.

They broke his son's chains with strong muscles effortlessly and threw him on top of the log, on his stomach. Remby scratched at the wood, struggling to escape, but the two creatures to his sides grabbed hold of his arms and held him in place. The third ripped the cub's clothes from him, leaving him bare naked in the cold night between them, and then grabbed hold of its monstrous penis and angled the black-oozing head against Remby's ass.

"Daddy! I'm scared!" the cub screamed. "Please!"

He screamed even louder when the monster penetrated him with a vicious thrust. The two either side of the child let out a kind of disturbing laughter while a low raspy groan came from the rapist's throat. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm".

Grinning ecstatically and planting its hands on the stump, letting its companions hold the child in place, it thrust rapidly into its victim, forcing its way deeper and deeper into him each time.

"Wetttt", it moaned.

"Runnn wettttt", another agreed, nodding and smiling.

Remby struggled violently against the monsters but barely moved an inch in their strong grasp. His young desperate voice broke into a cough, and between each cough he cried in agony, breathless and low. "It hurts... please... help". As though his father had a choice. Or didn't already know how horrifying this was for his son.

The words, "I'm sorry, Remby. I'm so sorry", formed in Elker's throat. But he couldn't get them out. There was no helping his son through this. No way to help him. He was powerless.

The middle creature's red eyes looked up at Elker.

And then it threw its hips forward, and its dark thick shaft disappeared entirely inside the little boy. Remby's voice cut out and he thrashed about with a wide-eyed agonised expression on his face as a haunting moan erupted from between the monster's lips. "GRRRRUUUUUUGGGGHHH".

Its huge muscled body twitched as it slammed against Remby's tiny ass with rapid short stabs, while its companions laughed amongst themselves, and Elker's skin prickled coldly.

The rapist's cock glistened with red and black as it pulled free of the little boy, the penis still throbbing and drooling between the monster's legs. Remby groaned and coughed weakly on top of the stump, liquid gushing from his gaping asshole, as the middle monster switched positions with one of its companions.

"Wetttt. Now?" the first rapist said.

"Splitttt", the new one replied through a broad sharp-toothed grin, to which the others laughed and agreed.

"Splittt".

"Spliiiyyyyyyyy".

The second monster mounted Remby hard, all the way to its hilt with the first thrust. It gripped the boy's ass cheeks firmly with clawed fingers so hard that beads of blood started to form under each claw, and held him tightly while it slammed his tiny buttocks with its monster cock. The two creatures either side held the boy's arms once more, but this time they planted their feet into the dirt and leant backwards... pulling.

The rapist grunted and growled with growing volume and intensity, like more voices were joining the chorus. One of its companions looked to it and asked, "Runnnn wetttt"

The middle monster groaned with a kind of urgency, "MmnmmmmmMMM TASTE!"

Both of its companions threw their weight backwards, their muscles bulging hard through their flesh-fur, hands gripping the child's wrists with powerful strength.

Remby's arms were ripped from his body.

Elker threw up over the wall.

The boy let out a gurgled scream that faded into a dull groan as the monster continued raping his ass viciously, throwing its head back and howling, "MMMMMNNNNGGGGUUUHHH!"

Remby's body, or what still remained of it, jolted and smacked back and forth against the stump as the dark monster pounded into him, its powerful body tense and bulging with unbelievable musculature, heavy balls swinging between its thick thighs, a black tongue hanging between its teeth and licking at its lips.

It pulled out quickly, and black semen spilled down the tree trunk between Remby's thighs. The cub quivered and groaned, his legs kicking weakly, blood leaking from his shoulders into a pool around his torso and soaking into his face fur.

The third creature stepped up behind him, its equine-like penis so hard it was pointed up in the air without needing a guiding hand. Its flared head was even bigger than the other two, its shaft even thicker and longer.

"Single wettttttt" one of its companions asked.

"Wetttttt taste?", it said back with a grin, eyes looking down at the dying boy while it licked its lips. "MMMmmmmmM?".

"Daddy..." Remby whimpered, unable to find the strength to raise his head to look up at his father. "I..."

He didn't get a chance to choke out his final sentence. The last creature wrapped its hands around the cub's head -- its palms either side of the boy's skull, its clawed fingers resting across the boy's eyes, nose, and mouth.

"I love you, Remby!" Elker cried out of his aching heart, having fallen forward to rest his body on the tops of the pikes. "I love you so much. It's okay. It'll be over soon".

The two monsters either side of his child down grinned up at him, and one of them casually tossed Remby's arm over its shoulder to let it thud against the dirt.

The final rapist plunged its throbbing dick deep inside the boy, splitting his cheeks apart as its thick shaft was forced inside of him. It used its grip on Remby's head to hold him in place in his pool of blood on top of the stump as it started pounding his tiny body, breathing heavily, its broad hips colliding with the cub's ass so hard there were crunching noises, either from the stump or from Remby's pelvis. At the same time, veins and muscles through its arms bulged, and its grip on Remby's head tightened. The cub coughed and choked raggedly for air, but his weak gasps cut out as the monster forced clawed fingers inside the boy's mouth and nostrils, plugging his orifices with rough thick intruding fingers.

"Guggggghhh wetttt?!" the rapist groaned, closing its eyes blissfully, while its thrusts intensified.

The others laughed and echoed cries of "Wet!" and "TASTE!" like they were encouraging the creature.

Then suddenly, the beast rammed its hips forward hard and its fingers dug into Remby's eye sockets, crushing his eyes in sprays of blood. With fingers inside his eyes, nostrils, and mouth -- every hole in the boy's head, it gritted its sharp teeth, its muscles swelling to terrifying black mounds.

It ripped the boy's skull open in a bloody mess, letting out a tremendous terrifying roar that echoed through the night in a hundred tones.

"GRRRRHHHHHHHHHHGHGHHHUH!"

With chunks of skull and hot flesh inside its fingers, it threw its fists down against Remby's tiny body in ferocious over-the-head arcs, snapping the boy's legs and destroying his spine, obliterating his rib cage, and crushing what was left of his head. Above the red mist, the creature was grinning ecstatically in pleasure, spraying lustful drool from between its sharp teeth, its fiery eyes burning hot against the black night.

A deathly silence fell over the village as not even a single fox breathed. Those around Elker either turned away or watched with horrified faces, but the hunter's face was like stone. He watched, knowing the images in his eyes would never leave him, knowing he would be ruined forever.

There was hardly anything left of his son when the creature finished. Just a pile of bone, fur, and flesh splattered all over the stump and ground, red with blood and black with thick oozing semen.

"Daddddyyyy", one of the creatures laughed, glancing up at the hunter, but Elker was so dead inside now that he didn't even flinch.

As the monsters walked off into the forest, into the darkness, the air seemed to grow lighter, and the night seemed to grow brighter. But even as Elker's fellow foxes came up to place their arms on his back and say soothing words, the hunter just stared at what was left of his son. With Remby gone, there was no comfort to be found -- no meaning left to his life.

Elker didn't sleep. He just stared. When the sun finally rose, he wandered out into the forest, to the waterfall where he had seen his son's friend Mezzy playing from time to time, and he sat down upon a sturdy rock by the river's edge. He placed his foot paws in the cool, crystal clear water of the river, and then, for a few minutes, he raised his heavy head to look around at the peaceful forest all around him. The trees and plants and bushes were still and quiet, shimmering with faded tones of colour underneath the gloss of morning dew, and animals gently began to stir to the sounds of chirping birds. It was his favourite time of day, when the darkness had crept away and the world seemed to be quiet and at peace.

He wished he had shared it with his family more, rather than creeping through the forest hunting for the village who had betrayed him. He could have brought his son to the waterfall and played here in the water with him, squeezing him close, listening to the sound of his sweet laughter.

But now, it was too late. There was no laughter and there never would be again. He was alone, and only the sound of his son's dying screams echoed through his skull.

He pulled his dagger from his belt and plunged it through his neck.