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Note: This story is the first part of a series that I am writing. As such, this part doesn't contain furry, but the second chapter will. Also, this is a birthday present for my friend/co-writer Eirene...Thank You so much for writing with me.

This story (all chapters) are based around the list of top five kinks that Eirene gave me as her favorites, those being: rape, beast, cub/young chars, vaginal sex, and internal cumshots...

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An Unforgettable Birthday

It was Erisa's 10th birthday the 10th of May, the warmth of Summer was already creeping into the air, though this early, it was still chilly. Early morning rain had departed, though the clouds lingered, leaving everything feeling fresh, cool, clean,.... Mostly...

Erisa and her family lived in the Colorado Rockies, her father had moved their family there a few years back. It was conveniently isolated from the nearest towns and neighbors, yet close enough that you could go for help if needed. Their family was 6 members strong, consisting of Erisa herself, her two sisters, Gina and Becky (14 and 6 respectively), their 16 year old brother Timothy (though everyone called him Tim), their father Robert, and their mother, Julia

This morning, however, instead of waking up to her sisters bouncing on her bed, as was their custom on each other's birthdays, the house was entirely quiet. Not a sound could be heard except for the wind whistling occasionally, and the creak of the house settling. Erisa shivered and climbed out of bed.

Her Pajama shorts were wedgied into her crack, and she wiggled, then pulled them down. It was unusual for there to be no sounds in the house at this time of the morning. Their mother was usually already making breakfast, and their father would be watching TV in the living room, directly below her bedroom.

She yawned, covered her mouth, and picked up her robe from her footboard, where she had carelessly thrown it the night before upon coming up to bed. The silk materiel felt good on her arms, and she adjusted it with a slight shake of her slender shoulders.

The house was too quiet for her liking, but she thought that maybe her family had a surprise waiting for her, trying to scare her a bit. She smiled and opened the door to her room, creeping quietly into the hallway and looking both ways. The stairs were to her right and the bathroom to her left at the end of the hall. Their parents slept downstairs, but her sisters slept across the hall in the two bedrooms that took up that side of the upper floor of their home. Timothy slept in the basement.

The house was too quiet now... not a single sound anywhere. She shivered at the silence and tiptoed across the hall to push open Gina's door. It opened with a squeak that seemed abnormally loud to the 10 year old, to reveal a typical teen's bedroom. Posters of famous actors and popular movies adorned the wall, a pair of panties and a bra lay on the floor between the bed and the hamper of dirty clothes. Her bed was a mess, so it appeared that she was already up. Erisa sighed, a bit relieved... at least her sister was somewhere in the house.

She turned from the door and headed down to her little sister's bedroom. The door was already open, revealing the pink and white paint scheme that her parents had picked, along with her sister's bed and buckets of toys. Several dolls were strewn about the room, and Becky's nightgown was draped over the headboard of her bed. That meant that Becky was up as well.

Feeling much more confident now, Erisa headed for the stairs to the first floor. She stepped onto the first of the fourteen stairs, then paused, smirked and turned to dash back to the bathroom, let them wait a bit longer, she thought. She stepped inside the bathroom and closed the door. With a giggle she looked at herself in the mirror, admiring how grown up she looked. She then pushed her pants and panties down and quickly went to the bathroom.

Five minutes later she exited the bathroom, half expecting to see one of her siblings or parents waiting for her, but still, no one. She frowned, and walked down the hall at a more brisk pace, then strode down the stairs with light steps, determined to discover where her family was hiding.

She came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, brow furrowed, hands on hips, "Mom? Gina, Becky, Tom? Dad?" She called into the empty air. It was if her voice fell flat in the house, like there was a curtain around her. She shivered and then looked down, gasping as she noticed a rip in the brown carpet that wasn't there yesterday. It was a foot long, and jagged, as if some sort of claw had torn through it, and scratched the wood below. "M-Mom?" she called again, quieter this time.

A small noise from the door to the living room made her look up and stride forward faster, "Guys... stop scaring....." she stopped abruptly as she came around the corner of the doorway, stunned at the sight before her.

Her father was laying in a heap in the corner of the room, a trickle of blood streaming from his mouth, gagged with a rag stained with what appeared to be his blood. His hands and feet were tied behind him. Her brother was also tied and gagged, though he was tied to a chair next to Father. Her lip quavered as she rushed into the room, then skidded to a halt again as she saw her sisters and mother.

Her mother was tied up, hands at her back, knees and ankles bound together. She was kneeling on the floor, perpendicular to Erisa, her forehead on the rough carpet. Her nightgown was torn in several places, showing off her luscious breasts through the rents, though her ass was covered. She too was gagged, though she was sobbing softly and squealed when Erisa came in the room.

Her youngest sister was on the couch, which was pushed against the far wall. Little brown haired Becky was sobbing as well, her mouth covered in duct tape, wrists and ankles bound with it as well. Her feet were bare, but she was still dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

Gina was dressed in one of her skirts. This one a light sky blue, down to her knees, and a matching tanktop with a butterfly on it. Her golden hair was tied in a pony tail reaching to mid back. Her arms were behind her back, tied together at the wrists, and then a rope went up, around the ceiling fan, and back down to the leg of the couch, keeping her teetering on her tiptoes. She was blindfolded and gagged with duct tape as well.

Erisa shook from head to foot, terrified at the state of her family. She ran toward her mother and tried to get the gag out of her mouth, but was stopped by the sharp sound of a pair of heavy boots on the tile of the kitchen, directly across the hall.

She stood and spun around, her black hair swishing as she turned. In the doorway stood a man. His lower half was clothed in combat fatigues, slightly baggy, atop black army boots. He wore a white t-shirt on top of it, with a few spots of red across it. At his hip on either side was a knife and a pistol. His blonde hair was nearly nonexistent, making him appear almost bald. A pair of piercing blue eyes stared out at her, "well... what have we here?" he asked, "Yet another little girl come to join the party... excellent. I was about to go up and get you... you're Erisa?"

She froze. She physically couldn't move. She tried... God knows she tried to move. She tried to speak, she wanted to ask what he was doing, if he had done this, why... but she couldn't. Her mouth opened but no sound came out.

He raised an eyebrow and stared at her, then smiled, "cat got your tongue?" He stepped toward her, and her mother wiggled and mumbled, trying to tell her daughter to run. She had a feeling she knew what this man had in mind... and it wouldn't be good.

The man had a lopsided grin on his face as he approached the quivering girl. Erisa's eyes went watery, she just knew this man had done this. He looked like a soldier... but something in his eyes said he was evil. She finally began to move, backing away from him as he came quickly forward. She was thwarted though, by her mother, directly behind her. She tripped backwards, falling over the older woman, and the man was on her in a second.

He wrapped his hand up in her silken black hair, twisted, and yanked. She came to her feet with a cry, gasping and finally finding words, "Please mister... leave us alone... let me go... untie my family please..." she begged.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears, or at least, unfeeling ones. He pulled her around her mother and shook her with her hair, "You don't get away from me... understand!!" He screamed, the last word coming out in what sounded half like a feral growl.

She screamed and nodded vigorously, again struck dumb by fright. He frowned, then drug her over and virtually threw her on the couch, pointing a finger and saying, "Don't move." in a voice that spoke of horrible things if she didn't listen.

That's exactly what she did, she just gave a weak nod and began sobbing, but didn't budge from the spot where he threw her.

He disappeared from the room for a time, and was to be heard upstairs, rummaging around thorugh their belongings. Erisa didn't dare budge from the couch, terrified that he would come back any second. Becky scooted over to her and leaned against her, crying softly. Timothy and her father were awake now, but the bonds on their arms and legs holding them were too strong, they couldn't get loose at all.

From the direction of the hall, came the sound of boots again, and he returned, pulling a chair from the kitchen, which he sat in the doorway and then placed himself in it. He threw one leg over his other knee, and pulled his gun from the holster on his hip. He worked the slide a few times, then reached aside and put it on a side table. Likewise, he put his knife down, then took his belt off and folded it, holding it in his lap.

"I suppose you all wonder why I'm here, why you are tied up, and what I'm going to do with you." He let the statement hang in the air for a moment. Both her father and mother nodded, and her father said something behind his gag, but the man ignored it. A scar that ran from his lip to his temple flexed as he talked, "My name isn't important, my purpose is. You see, I'm a bounty hunter. Your family was marked after you, very unwisely, backed out of a deal" He said, waving the belt at her father, "You tried to run from The Boss, and that never works. I'm hired by people that have been double-crossed or want to get even with those that have disobeyed them. I pay them off from my own money, and get it back from those I'm sent after."

His eyes flashed around the room, "The Boss was very unhappy... so I payed him off. I've already gone through your house, and if you had the money, I would just leave you now... but guess what..." he paused, "You came up short... that's not good... now I have to take the rest of your money out of your bodies..." He grinned, "Since you're indebted to me, you will all be my slaves for the rest of your lives. When I'm done with you today, you will be coming with me, back to my home."

Erisa's father jerked around on the floor and yelled behind his gag. Her mother and Gina began to cry, and then Becky did as well. Erisa didn't understand all the implications, but she sobbed as well. Timothy's eyes were wide and he growled behind the gag, bouncing the chair.

"Oh, and since you'll have to call me something when you scream, you can call me master or Sir." He finished, standing from the chair. No one knew exactly what he was planning, though from his comments, Erisa's mother and Father had some inclination it would be sexual.

"I'm not sure what I'll do with you boys..." he said to the males, "But as for the girls, I'll start at the oldest and move down..." He was next to their mother now and still holding the belt folded in his hand. She whimpered as he reached down and lifted her nightgown until it was over her ass and bunched up on her back. Erisa looked at her father and brother, her support in times of trouble, and neither of them could do anything. She began to cry harder, jumping up from the couch and running at him to pound on him with her small fists.

He growled and backhanded her, sending her flying backwards across the room, on her back. She screamed and stared up at him. He shook his head, "You just got it a lot worse when I get to you... now FUCKING SIT DOWN!" he roared, pointing to the couch again.

She squealed and ran back to the couch. Gina, from her hanging position, muttered something, but he paid no attention, returning to their mother. Fed up with the delays, he gripped her black panties and tore the from her in one swipe. She screamed from the friction the fabric caused when tearing, and then sobbed as she saw him raise the belt. "I'm going to start with whipping your sorry ass... I hate loose pussies and asses, so I probably won't rape you... yet." He grinned, and brought the belt down.

The sound of leather impacting skin cracked and echoed through the house. Before the first had fully died from the ears of the family, the second was ringing out. Through the first five hits, Julia remained silent, crying but not crying out. On the sixth, she lost all composure, and began to sob out loud. The belt kept coming though, mercilessly one after another, until her ass was black and blue and her breath was coming in gasps around the gag.

Gina was twisting around on the ropes she was tied to, unable to get down or to see a thing, and could only wriggle.

The beating of their mother's ass finally stopped, and she was shaking by that time. He hauled her up and spit on her face, "You bitch..." he said, then sat her down again, out of the center of the floor, but with her ass still in the air.

From the floor, Robert yelled behind his gag and tried to sit up. Timothy was also trying to scoot his chair around and get loose. The man smiled and shook his head, "don't worry... the show isn't over. Julia will get some action later, after she's done watching me rape her daughters... all three of them..."