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Lila May was out far past her curfew, but that didn't register on her mind at all as she and her lover kissed, their tongues flicking past each others lips to intertwine. His hands slowly moving up her shirt to fondle her, then gently trailed back across her sides to her back and down. They slipped into her jeans, caressing her bottom and rested there. Her hands were no less busy, as they trailed along his form, and down his back, their passionate kiss breaking a moment as she pulled away. Her lover cocked his head, and gazed at her with those all knowing amber eyes that she wanted so madly to fall into.

"What is it Lilykins?" He asked, her form tensing as he used his pet name for her. She glanced down a moment at his knees. The pair laid on a blanket a few hundred yards from town at the edge of the woods. They had come to have a picnic, and watch the sunset, as well as for the time to share some passionate time together. She pursed her lips at him, but did not look up.

"I love you Brandson..." She said softly, bringing a sharp toothed smile to her lover's furred face. "And I want to share... myself with you..."

His ears went back a bit, and one of his soft velvet padded hands curled softly around her cheek. He pushed her gaze up to stare at his eyes, and he looked into her own purple eyes with a soft smile.

"I would... like that very much Lilykins." He replied, "I love you too, I want to be yours."

She blushed, and moved to embrace him but was startled by a horrible sound.

"LILA MAY JENKS!!" Her father's voice shrieked. She leapt to her feet, terrified suddenly at the horror and anger in her father's voice. He glared not at her but at Brandson with the strongest clearest hate and anger she had ever seen.

"Father..." She started meekly, "I... I am sorry... I was going to head home soon... please father it wasn't his fault..."

Brandson slowly moved to a stand, knowing full well his life was in danger, he tried to remain calm. Brandson was a Kiseran. The humans often referred to them as catgirls and boys. He was furred, with a dark gray coat. His eyes were slanted like a cats. Humans typically had low opinions on his kind, it was fairly hard for them to be anything more then objects and sex toys to the humans. His mother, Yolia, was Lila's father's sex slave. It was how he had met, and fell in love with Lila. Something so taboo that he could be killed for it. He was silent as Lila and her father conversed.

"You dirty little slut!" Her father said, moving a hand to slap his daughter across the face, sending her sprawling to the ground. Brandson moved swiftly with the reflexes of a cat to catch her before she fell to the ground and glanced to her father unsure what to do. He wanted to beat the man senseless for striking her, but such would only result in his being beaten up far worse by the rest of the humans in the village. "get your filthy paws off her you sex crazed little beast!"

Brandson complied, slowly putting Lila down and stepping back. Lila scrambled back to her feet and faced her father undaunted.

"Father!" She begged, as her father grabbed her by the arm and started to drag her away. Brandson moved to follow at an arms length away but her father turned to him with a dangerous glare.

"You are never to set foot near my property again beast, or my daughter, or so help me I will kill you and sell your whore mother to Bondage Bringers!" He threatened, which was enough to halt Brandson.

Brandson watched as he drug Lila away kicking and screaming, ears back. He had just lost both his love and his home. He knew his mother would not live long under slave conditions. He did not press the angry father, but watched until the two were out of sight before turning away and trudging sadly into the woods alone.

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"Get off me father." Lila screamed as she saw Brandson turn away. Her father's grip hurt, and he was stronger, she could not pull away. He drug her through the town to their home, and released her in front of the house. "How could you!?"

"Listen here you spoiled brat..." He started, moving to strike her again.

"Fuck you father!" Lila screamed, pushing her father away uncaring any longer about her place. "How could you say those things to him, we are in love father! You can't tell me what to do, I am almost grown."

"Why you worthless little ingrate!" Her father stammered, confused by his daughter's sudden backbone. "If you want to love animals then I will disown you and throw you out!"

"FINE!" She screamed at him, "I hated being your daughter, and I hate you!"

She turned and stormed away angrily, heedless to her father's words. She ran, as fast as she could to where she had last seen Brandson, wanting to run away with him. He was no where to be seen at the edge of the woods, and her calls for him met only silence. Hesitantly she headed deeper into the woods, calling for him.

She wandered aimlessly through the woods, frequently calling out Brandson's name until she finally curled up to sleep beside a tree. It was a warm spring night, so the fact she wore only slippers and a plain blue shirt and a tan skirt didn't make her cold. When she woke in the morning she realized she was lost. She neither knew where her lover was, or where she was. Or how to get back to her village.

"I am not going back." She said defiantly, as she looked around at the trees surrounding her. She began to head in a direction she thought was east, hoping to find the city of Beni, so that she might start her life anew in one of the few kingdoms with rights for the cat people. She hoped maybe someone there would be able to help her find Brandson. Without money though, or food she was ill prepared for the several hundred mile journey.

She wandered a few miles before she came out of the woods to a long plains. Here she paused a bit, her stomach rumbling from hunger she began to realize just how foolhardy her plan had been. She had no skills in the outdoors, and no money to buy food. Hopelessness began to wash over her as she realized how alone she was. Suddenly her argument with her father seemed moot, afterall Brandson had left her. Maybe her father was right, maybe they were just sex crazed animals...

Just then she smelled something, meat! Springing to her feet she looked around, and saw smoke rising from the ground. Without a second thought to whom might be making a fire she started off toward the smoke, hoping to get a ride or at least directions from the owner of the fire. And perhaps a meal if she was lucky. As she crossed the plains and into the view of the campfire she spied three wagons, and four men. Two of the men were holding down a figure, whom was wearing a collar and chains.

She slowed up, suddenly remembering the stories of Bondage Bringers, the lawless men whom made their living kidnapping and trapping people and animals to sell in Shadowlands, where slavery was legal.

She thought better of approaching them, turning around she hoped they hadn't noticed her as she tried to put distance between the group and herself. She ran out of breath quickly after about fifty yards and fell to her knees gasping for breath. She hadn't heard the men behind her, but she glanced back just in case. She saw nothing behind her, and slowly moved back to a stand. Her heart dropped however when she saw two men on horseback coming toward her. She knew then, they had noticed her. She could not outrun a horse, so she stood her ground hoping the stories of Bondage Bringers were myths.

As they neared one of the men circled around to cut off her escape while the other paused his steed before her. The dark brown horses snorted as the man dismounted, and eyed her.

"Whats a young thing like you doing out here in the wilds by 'erself?" He asked, his voice having a strange accent.

She was young, only seventeen years old.

"I am out with my father..." She lied, bringing a sickening smile to the man's face.

"Ah sweetie, you are lying. Me'thinks you are here alone, but don't worry lass." He said, suddenly reaching forward and grabbing her arm. "We won't let you stay that way."

He breathed the mocking words into her face, as he pulled her closer to him. She stumbled forward into him and his arms wrapped around her. Her arms were pinned folded to his chest, and as much as she fidgeted she could not break his bear hug on her.

"Stop, my father will have you all killed!" She threatened, as the other man dismounted his gray nag and headed toward her. He laughed.

"If he cared you wouldn't be sitting out here in the wilds alone." He mocked. The man holding her pushed his hands under her shirt, fondling her breast in much the same way Brandson had the night before, only his grip was rough and painful. And she didn't want him to touch her that way. When Brandson had done it she felt happy and pleasured, when this man did it she only felt dirty.

"What are you doing! Stop!" She said, struggling further, which only caused him to pinch both breasts hard. She cried out, immediately going still. Once she was still he continued.

"You don't get to tell us what to do to you." He said, and as if to prove his point his hands moved down, slipping to rest on the fabric of her tan skirt. He gripped the fabric and pulled down, pulling the skirt off and leaving her wearing only underwear. She let out a wail as the second man moved closer, moving his hands over her belly and grinding himself into her rump. He pushed on her belly pushing her into him. She was terrified, knowing what they were doing was the prelude to rape. She had never had sex with Brandson, but now she badly wished she had. She didn't want her first time to be like this.

Both men released her and she sank to her knees wearing only her underwear, her form shivering in fear and humiliation.

"Now take off your panties." The one with the accent ordered, she ignored him. The result was an unexpected explosion of anger as the man grabbed her by her hair and slapped her three times across the breasts. She screeched as waves of pain like which she had never felt rolled over her. He released her hair, letting her drop like a broken doll to the ground. "I said take off your underwear."

The repeated command came with a warning tone, and she complied. Moving to a stand she slowly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them standing before the two strangers naked, something she had never done with Brandson. She watched the ground as they whistled at her and made crude comments. As one of the men grabbed her and pulled her closer to him tears filled her eyes. She was so mad at herself for leaving home, she had brought this on herself with her spoiled behavior she thought quietly. The mans hands roamed over her nude form, and began to tease her nether lips. A finger tentatively dipped into her, and then all hands left her form.

"She is a virgin." He explained to the other. As if that measure alone was some sort of pass to forgo the rape they went no further. One grabbed her arm as the other grabbed the horses reins, and they lead both the horses and her back to their camp. Without further molesting she was thrown into a cage with other females, and left alone.

Days passed, and it seemed like they had added a new creature to the carts everyday for many weeks until a day passed where nothing was captured. She had watched each new occupant be raped, beaten, and thrown into cages around her. But they mostly ignored her, aside from throwing her the occasional piece of food and cup of water. No one was captured the next day either. And she realized they were traveling more then they had before. A week and a half passed before she was drug kicking and screaming from the cage that had become her home.

She was thrown to the ground, and landed with a indignant gasp. She glared up at the gray haired man that had so roughly grabbed her and received a slap for it. He quickly shackled her arms and drug them to a wall with a hook. He latched the middle link over the hook and then continued to set up the other creatures he had as well. She realized with a cold dread, she was at a slave auction.