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Ok in this chapter there is some yiffing. It involves rape and slavery so if that is not your thing or you are underage, 18 or sometimes 21, now is a good time to turn back.

It was pure instinct that saved Kyra as she stood in the darkened tunnel. Peering out at the boisterous cavern full of slaves she somehow felt the presence behind her. She instantly let herself fall forward on the ground her front paws under her and kicked behind her with her footpaws. The figure sneaking up behind her was not ready for this and so took the full force of the blow to its chest.

Scrambling to her footpaws, the Captain of the Guard quickly pounced on the dark figure and knocked its head against the stone floor. Immediately the figure stopped its struggles and slipped into unconsciousness.

Not wanting to reveal her presence in the tunnel with torchlight to see who the figure was Kyra dragged the creature into the light from the cavern. There she looked upon a rugged male ferret clothed in sailors garb with several paw rings. He had many ear rings and with his head sprawled back and his mouth open she saw a few missing teeth. The breath from his maw was rancid and smelled of ale.

He looked like he might be a slaver or pirate. The captain quickly ran through scenarios in her head about what to do with this rogue. If she left him there he would wake up and alert the slavers but she could not bring herself to kill him. Dragging him up all the stairs to the warehouse would take too long even if she managed to somehow pull it off.

Kyra sat there many long moments contemplating what to do. There was no simple way out of this she thought. Her thoughts were interrupted by a low voice from close by in the direction of the passageway.

"Now do you see the truth, Captain?"

She recognized that voice and when she looked up she saw the form of the black furred canine ninja standing over her just a few feet away. He was clad in the same black clothes as before, complete with the mask and hood, and his katana was tucked into the sash around his waist.

"You," she hissed accusingly.

The ninja shrugged, "Me."

"You knew of this place?" Kyra growled.

The ninja hung his head and nodded. "I had heard of it. The sight is disturbing and unbearable, as I feared."

The wolfess wasn't quite convinced. "Why?" she asked him weakly. She wanted to hear it from his voice that he really wasn't involved in this evil.

He looked deep into her fiery brown eyes with his grey ones. "I have a conscience and a sense of honor. This," he said indicating the cavern, "is unacceptable."

Kyra's mind turned, "Honor in a thief?"

Huffing the ninja explained. "I did not intend to steal from Brunin. I was making my way down here actually. I ran into that raccoon by mistake and took pity on him, half starved and homeless as he was."

A pang of guilt swept through the captain at the mention of the unfortunate raccoon whose capture and failed execution she had played a part in. The wolfess thought for a moment looking at the floor then she sighed sadly. "So then this is High Elder Brunin's scheme?"

He nodded grimly, "I believe so."

"And this guy?" Kyra pointed at the ferret on the ground.

"A pirate from a recently docked ship called Evening Glory. They must be in league with the High Elder. I followed him here and when he saw you slip into the secret passage I figured you could handle him yourself."

The captain's anger flared. "Wait. You let him come up behind me?"

Holding up his hands he winked innocently. "Had he come too close to harming you I would have stepped in."

"No, you wanted to see if I would sense him behind me," Kyra stated flatly crossing her arms over her chest.

The ninja chuckled. "Your instincts are quite good, catching him off guard and calling me out like that. We'll have time to discuss this all later. For now I suggest we leave before someone discovers us here." He bent down and hoisted the unconscious pirate onto one shoulder. "We'll take our new friend here and ask him a few questions somewhere safe."

Kyra stepped in front of the burdened fox. "Who put you in charge of this? We are doing this my way. First we leave and take him to the dungeon and I lock both of you up until I get some answers."

"Captain, do you think for one moment that it will be safe there for either of us? The Guard is run by the Council, they will have informants who will report this. When they do we will be silenced before too long. I know a place safe from prying eyes."

This got her attention. She contemplated the newly acquired information of the corrupt leaders before finally nodding. It would make sense. When she thought the Council was still law upholding citizens she thought that they always just got information from her reports. If the Council was corrupt then it would make sense that they would have people in the Guard to watch their backs from nosy members with a little too much heart.

Reluctantly she agreed. "Alright but I'm not taking you out of my sight for a moment."

"It would be an honor to be on the receiving end of your lovely gaze, Captain."

Suddenly a notion entered Kyra's mind. "What do I call you?"

"My name is Hiroto but you can call me handsome."

Slowly they made their way up the winding stairs and into the warehouse belonging to High Elder Brunin. The sunrise was not far off and already the night was beginning to lighten. From there they cautiously hauled the limp ferret through alleys to a small common two floor building. Hiroto rapped lightly on the wooden door at the side of the building. Shortly it opened and a middle-aged bunnywife in a yellow dress appeared.

"Hiroto your back!" she exclaimed happily. "And you brought a pretty young friend! Wonderful, please come in miss. You'll find my home always welcomes visitors."

Kyra found that she enjoyed the pleasant bunny and she entered the house. The ninja brought the still form of the ferret inside and walked towards where he knew the cellar door was.

"Kyra may I present the best cook in Karyd, the loving Gurda," he called over his shoulder. Setting the pirate down near the cellar he turned to the ladies. "Gurda this is the beautiful Captain of the Guard, Kyra."

The bunnywife put her hands on her hips and looked at the ninja. "Since when have you been running with the Guard?"

The Captain shook her head. "Not with, running from the Guard."

Hiroto forced a laugh as he opened the cellar. When he saw the look on Gurda's face he began to explain. "It wasn't that bad. She never did manage to catch me." He turned his back to the women again to the open doors in the floor. He was about to pick up the ferret when Kyra leaped at him. Somehow he sensed this and when she was almost upon him he rolled under her arm and around her side. He caught her in midair before she went sailing into the cellar.

They stood there the ninja holding the wolf and pressing against her back. "Careful Captain, don't want you to fall and damage your pretty form." He whispered in her ear.

Kyra fumed silently. He always made her feel incapable and furious. His snide comments and mysteriously quick movements wound her up to no end. Gurda sat back and shook with silent laughter at the sight.

"Unhand me before I rip out your throat," the captain snarled.

Hiroto obliged and set her on the floor. She whirled on him and her rage shown clearly in her eyes. The ninja only smiled and winked at her. "Have I told you that you have a certain alluring quality when you are angry?"

The wolf growled and addressed the bunnywife still looking at the incredulous ninja. "Is there a place for me to stay for a while?"

Gurda's wide smile showed her approval, "Of course dear. You can have the guest room upstairs. I'll go and clean it up a bit for you." She took her leave and headed upstairs.

The smiling black fox and the seething wolfess stood staring at each other for a little bit longer before Kyra broke eye contact and lifted the prone pirate and carried him down the steps to the cellar. Thinking of who else was down there Hiroto struggled to suppress his laughter. That is until he heard the squeal of a distressed young raccoon and the surprised shout of Kyra.

As he calmly stepped down into the dark cellar he laughed uproariously. A single candle in the middle of the floor illuminated the scene. Lassun the young fugitive raccoon was huddled in a corner trying to place a wooden box between him and the Captain who had dropped the ferret.

They both looked at the laughing ninja.

"What is he doing here?"

"What is she doing here?" they both asked at the same time pointing at one another.

Several seconds passed as the fox calmed down enough to stop laughing. "Oh I wish I could have seen your faces! The thought of you two facing each other in the dim light with those astonished faces would set me to laughing during my last breath on this world!"

The look Kyra gave him could have curdled milk. "You intentionally didn't tell me about him."

Hiroto laughed again. "It slipped my mind. You got to admit it was pretty funny though. Come on out boy. She is not here for you."

Still fearful of the Captain the young boy inched out from the corner. "S-She's not?"

"Of course not. You are an escaped fugitive that has disappeared from the public's eye. Nobody knows you are here. Do they Captain?" the ninja asked slapping a paw on Kyra's shoulder.

"Why is he down here?"

"I told you. I have my honor and he was homeless. I couldn't leave him on the street or let him be hanged by your Guard."

The wolf flinched. The raccoon had tried to break into High Elder Brunin's warehouse with the ninja. While the ninja escaped and drew off most of the Guard the boy had been caught waiting for Hiroto's return. He was sentenced to execution but was saved by the ninja a few days ago at the gallows.

Kyra had felt sorry for the kid. He was still young and was desperate living off the streets. If the laws worked right he could have been a servant until he could find his place in life. She had no say in the decision for execution. That fell to the Council and their strict laws.

The captain visibly relaxed. She no longer had a quarrel with the boy. "It's alright kid. You're safe."

Lassun looked from Hiroto to Kyra a few times before he let out a breath. He didn't quite turn his back on the captain as he got onto the box and sat down.

"Now then," started the still smiling fox, "I suggest you two go play nice upstairs while I handle our pirate friend."

Kyra shook her head, "Absolutely not. I will interrogate this filth."

The raccoon, still not comfortable by Kyra, quickly nodded and then rushed up the steps.

The ninja had expected this from the wolfess and so he had planned ahead a way to deal with it. "With all due respect my overzealous Captain, I believe I can easily get him to talk."

"Oh really?" she replied sarcastically, "Well then hot shot, go ahead. I'll bet you don't even get a groan out of him."

Hiroto turned back to the ferret and crouched down beside him. After a few minor slaps to his face the pirate began to stir. He groaned and rubbed the back of his head. When his eyes focused and he saw the ninja over him he tensed. "Wha' happened? Who are ya?"

"You my friend are in quite a predicament. You will tell me all about the slave ring or I will let the Captain of the Guard back there take the answers from your hide."

The ferret eyed Kyra nervously before his face shut off all emotion and became blank. "I ain't talkin' sos there."

Hiroto's eyebrows lifted. "Is that right? Well then I have no choice than to use force." He reached for something in his shirt and the pirate sucked in a breath. When the ninja pulled a large feather out the ferret nearly laughed out loud.

"Ha, yous ain't so smart. Wha' ya gonna do, eh? Don' make me laugh," he quipped.

The ninja smiled cruelly. "That, my unconvinced pal, is exactly the point." Unsettled by the fox's response the ferret grew nervous again. "Captain would you please hold his arms behind his back?"

Kyra walked around to his head and then lifted his upper body until he was sitting upright. She then pulled both of his arms behind his back with some unnecessary force. The pirate yelped in pain. "Not too hard Captain. We don't want to hurt our guest." Kyra was also curious about the ninja's plan.

Hiroto sat on the ferrets knees facing away from him. Leaning forward he grasped one on the pirate's hind paws and took off his boot. Suddenly the pirate understood the plan. He squirmed and struggled to no avail.

"You wouldn't! Me paws're real sens'tive!"

"Too late you already said you weren't talking," Hiroto called. With that he took the feather and stroked on the underside of the pirates paw causing squealing laughter from the pirate. The ninja repeated the process and tickled the pads of the ferrets paw. He began to laugh uncontrollably. The pirate thrashed about and tried vainly to get his paws loose from the wolfess behind him.

Kyra thought this was the biggest waste of time. There was no way that it could work.

"Please! Ha ha, I'm beggin' ya, hehehe, no more! Ha ha! I can' take it!"

The fox continued for a minute before taking a break. The ferret was gasping for breath and he had tears running down his face. "Are we ready to talk now?"

"Please no more. I'll tell ya annathing, I swears, just don't tickle me annamore!" the ferret cried.

"There you see Captain? He is willing to cooperate!"

For her part the wolf hid her disbelief. How had he done that? A vicious pirate brought down by a simple feather.

Rostern was an ambitious and overly large lion with a ferocious and deadly nature. He always made sure that he came out on top of anything and any obstacles in his way were removed with brute force. Being the leader of the slavers, commanding them in High Elder Brunin's stead, he was feared by all, slaves and slavers alike. He would just as soon torture his underlings as soon as his slaves. He was only happy when he was torturing a helpless victim into submission and his favorite weapon was his three tipped whip on his belt. In his mind happiness was the color of freshly spilt blood. The red leather clothes he wore hid all the blood stains it had caught from his training sessions. Behind his back he was called the Heartless One and when anyone saw his large dark mane work was resumed in full and talk was abandoned. Needless to say he was used to having his orders answered with a quick "Yessir." So when his orders were at last met with resistance he nearly flew into a bloody rage.

He stood over a barbarian squirrel femme that had only been captured a short time ago by some roaming pirates. She was still young, just growing into adulthood, and she still wore the loincloth and top that she had been caught in. Staring down at the form of the rebellious girl on the floor of a small cave lined with luxurious pillows, rugs, and tapestries Rostern snarled. Her nose was bleeding from where he backhanded her and the platter of food and drink lay spilled on the floor where she had thrown it down.

"You will become a serving wench or die an excruciatingly slow death."

In response the squirrel spit at his feet. Rostern kicked her jaw with his booted paw and her head flew back and she lay sprawled on the ground. The lion walked over her and stood astride her body his paws on his hips.

"Pain is a great teacher. Shall we find out how well you can endure it, whore?"

Suddenly she kicked with her hindpaws. They hit his back and sent the lion to the ground near her head with a crash. In a flash she was on top of him biting, kicking, and scratching at anything and everything she could. Rostern threw her off him and she landed painfully on her right arm a few feet away. Getting up and approaching the squirrel he sent a kick to her ribs, heaving her on her stomach. He then put his boot over her neck and put some weight on it.

"Don't you ever do that again you bitch!" he hollered.

Still silent the barbarian reached up with her left paw and grasped his leg and twisted. With a yell of surprise the lion toppled over landing on his back next to her. She spun and kicked with both paws and caught him on the side of the head. Ignoring the pain to his eye Rostern grabbed her paws and pulled her closer.

"You will pay dearly for that, slut."

The barbarian rained blows down on his face from her left paw and weakly with her wounded right but they didn't seem to have any effect on the much larger and stronger lion. When she went to box his nose again he quickly snatched her right paw in his teeth and bit down hard.

The squirrel screamed in pain and Rostern savored the taste of her blood. With her writhing in pain he threw her to her stomach and rolled onto her back.

"So you like to fight back, eh? Well I know just the cure for that warrior spirit," he taunted.

Holding her arms behind her back in one hand he shredded her loincloth with the other. She gasped as she realized what he was doing and lowered her tail to try and cover herself. Struggling feebly underneath the large lion the squirrel only managed to begin to tire herself out. The friction had another affect on the lion though she discovered as she felt a bump in his leather pants.

Rostern took the whip off his belt and tied it around her waist to hold her arms at her sides. He lifted some of his weight off her and lower his leather pants a little to reveal his growing member. Then he lifted the squirrel's rump by her tail until she was on her knees with his torso still on the ground and got on his own knees behind her.

Holding her hips with his paws he extended his claws and dug in a bit to hear the squirrel whimper in pain. Placing his now fully erect and considerable length at her lips he felt her body quiver in fear. What she couldn't feel yet were the spines that pointed backwards on his member. With one forceful push the lion hilted himself in her depths and broke her virgin barrier. The squirrel cried out in pain and anguish. A small trickle of blood flowed onto her fur.

"Oh your first time, eh? Good, I love breaking in new meat," he sneered.

The girl was tight and Rostern pulled back causing his spines to rake across her inner walls prompting another scream of agony. Not wasting any time or letting her adjust to the invasion Rostern thrust powerfully back in with a grunt. Each time he plunged into her warm pussy she squealed and thrashed in pain and when he pulled back until only his tip remained inside her she shrieked deafeningly. By contrast the lion grunted and moaned as he thrust into the young barbarian's slit.

"I see you are, uh, enjoying my natural torture... device. The spines make it, uh, much easier to break new slaves."

With one paw he reached under her body and clawed off her top and threw it to the ground. He then scratched at her breast and pinched her nipple between his sharp claws. The barbarian screamed at the torture and tears streamed down her face.

"Ooh baby... you are so tight... it feels so... good," the lion panted, still vigorously fucking the terrorized slave.

She began to beg and plead for him to stop, her will breaking down. This only turned Rostern on more and he picked up the pace and plunged his cock into her faster and harder.

The squirrel's pleas broke into outright sobs as she her most sacred place was defiled and rubbed raw by the hulking lion and his spines. Finally the lion felt himself growing closer to the edge of his orgasm. He stopped and pulled out with a slurp. The slave silently thanked whatever god that came to mind that her punishment was over.

She couldn't have been more wrong.

"Time... for a new game... bitch."

Rostern placed his still throbbing shaft at her tailhole and before the squirrel's mind could register what this meant he mercilessly shoved into her ass with a little difficulty. The squirrel's eyes went wide, her body tensed up and she let loose an ear-splitting scream at this new overwhelming pain. That did it for the lion, he moaned and his sticky seed erupted into the unfortunate slave's ass.

When his member had shrank enough Rostern removed it from her dripping hole, his spines causing her mind to explode in renewed pain. He stood and used a nearby cloth to clean himself off then pulled up his pants. The squirrel lay on the ground, sore and bleeding from her holes and several deep scratches, crying and whimpering.

The lion snorted and untied his whip before dragging her to an adjacent cave. This one held many chains, ropes, and manacles. He hauled her to the center of the room tied her wrists from two chains hanging down from the cave ceiling several feet above his head. The slave's footpaws could barely touch the ground.

The lion chuckled, "You will serve me well in the future. Since you so dearly despise serving civil creatures their food you will just have to serve another purpose."

His words were a blur in the abused barbarian's tormented mind. Already she was losing consciousness, slipping into a peaceful state filled with darkness.