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Chapter III, Wrath of a Jackal

(Plese note that I have not wriiten in a long while so my grammer may be a bit rusty)

Sibuna would not deny the fact that he was a wee bit quarrelsome, he would not even deny the fact that sometimes he was the one to start a fight. But to send him to the gallows because he cleft a guard's head! After all he had drawn his sword first and tried to make a new hole in the jackals head.

The night in question when Sibuna had spilt the bull's skull was till blurry in his mind; the pain of being beaten to a pulp and about four mugs of strong ale had made the image fuzzy. He could remember watching the fights and then planting his Axe between the Bull's eyes.

Little of that mattered at the moment as he was bound in the nude and lying on his belly on a large skinning table; his arms bound and his legs useless at the moment

"I'm gonna skin ya an make a new belt..." Sibuna stopped listening half way thru the rant. He was eyeing the surroundings looking for anything that could help; he saw his axe, but it would do little good seeing as his hands were bound behind his back. He saw a small dagger lying out of the guard's line of sight, unless he was going to hide it in his ass his naked body wouldn't hide shit.

The other guard sat sharpening his blade grinning smugly to himself, he had laid all of the skinning materials out. He had successfully convinced the jailor to let them execute the prisoner.

He had learned of the jailer's cruelty early on, even in the corner a dead beggar sat motionless, and on the wall sat tanning the skin of a wolf cub.

"You're gonna make some nice leather boy," The Panther laughed. Sibuna scowled he hated being called 'boy'. The panther grabbed his left side and flipped him on his back "Wonder what else we should make with this leather Hurg?" Both began to laugh.

Sibuna sneered and kicked his left foot into the panthers face as hard as possible, after falling ass over end the panther picked himself up "HURG! Help me tie meat over here down!"

The two guards struggled to get the kicking legs tied down into the manacles. Both the guards began laugh.

"Eat me," Sibuna spat

"Maybe after were done... boy," the panther said smugly

The large jackal began to snarl.

"Hay Hurg, Take a walk I wanna have some fun alone with meat over here,"

The boar grinned and exited through the thick wooden door.

The panther grinned, Sibuna was about to spit a comment out but the word froze on his tongue.

"Oh I'm gonna make a nice coin purse out of this," The Cat said as he gripped the jackals ample nutsack. The long feline fingers lewdly rolled them in his hands before giving a hard squeeze "you like that don't cha?"

Rage was boiling up, Sibunas face was curled into a snarl but his eyes were pinched shut from the pain in his sack. The cat's insults grew worse. His other hand began to fondle his fat sheath. What the cat was doing in touching what was considered almost sacred by his people was bad, but to try and make the jackal enjoy it was more then the dog could bear.

The panther was getting immense satisfaction in teasing the jackal, normally he would take one of the seized women but as he secured the prisoner last night he had noticed that the jackals tail had been bobbed, a sign of countless barbarian tribes. Normally this would have only been the sign of a warrior but the axe had bore a crescent moon stamped upon the blade, the mark of the tribes of The Sunstone Wastes.

He knew for a fact that making another male enjoy your touch of this barbarian's tribe was a sign of dominance "that's right, you love this touch don't you?" he laughed cruelly. The male below him snarled. His black cock began to peer forth from the ebony sock.

This was torture to Sibuna, he tried desperately to resist the pleasure of his sweet meats being fondled, but his breathing became heavy and soon he was panting. The cat smiled his clawed finger traced along the large black piece of meat.

Pre flowed from the tip of his cock obscenely; Sibuna wanted nothing more at the moment then to tear the face from the panther.

To him and his people this was an unacceptable insult. This was to be something almost celestial, a meeting reserved for lovers and mates. His memory went back to his first time, another hunter named Hunaa, they had both gone off out to the plans to hunt for meat, him 15 Hunaa 16. They had both felt the molten release of each other and felt a complex loyalty felt only by clerics and their gods

But this... not only had the guard tried to assert his dominance over him, but he had stripped something holy from it, he had taken the love and respect from it and made it something filthy and evil. A blood-curdling snarl emerged from his throat.... This would not be tolerated.

The concept of love was not lost on the Rashanian, though it took a much different meaning. But sex was regarded in his culture as a pastime a best, simple heir producing at worst. So he thought only that it was the assertion of dominance over the captive. But had he known the true reason of the barbarians rage most likely he would have continued with more malicious glee.

His now musky fingers released the lemon sized nut and slipped into his muzzle, he drooled over the unique savory flavor of the velvety seed orbs and made sure to coat them in a thick slimy layer of spit. He moved his other hand to lift the squirming captives balls.

He looked down to se a new field of dominance. The puckered hole stood like the last gate of dignity of Sibuna. His rump had not been felt by another male in years, when the jackal saw the panther remove the index and middle digits removed from his mouth a creeping anger swept across him, he wouldn't dar... hid thoughts were cut off when the wet probe began ramming against his hole.

He gasped, the feel of penetration set his nerves on fire. Slowly but surely the panther sunk the digits into the hole. Sibuna thrashed about trying to remove the intruder from his pucker.

The guard laughed hard aside from the glee that came from stealing the pride of his victim his own cock began to fill with blood. It strained against his loincloth. He felt his zeal grow with each piston of the arm.

Sibuna writhed within the ropes. He strained as hard as he could. As much as he hated it his rampant erection leaked clear ooze onto his chest.

The panther began to chuckle "You like this, you can put on the intimidating façade all you want but deep down you're a filthy whore,"

The cat let the large orbs fall onto the back of his hand before removing the two fingers as well, he wiped the saliva and other moister on his kilt, but seconds afterwards he let his cloth fall to the ground reviling his aching hard member.

The panther leaned close to his snarling captive "You know, People say you savages are the best psychical specimens on earth, they say that you can cut them a hundred ways and they wont bleed... lets see if its true," the panther lifted a single claw, it gleamed sharply in the dim light.

A sadistic smile flashed on the cats face, Sibuna could only guess what evil was concocting in his captors mind; unfortunately he did not have to wait long before he felt the sharp slice of the claw.

The Jackal Gasped when he felt the pin sharp claw carve into the tender flesh of his cock. It was never clearer to the canid that something was wrong inside this man, something sick at his vary core.

A childish giggle erupted from the guard as he pressed his claw like a needle into the bulbous knot at the base of the thick cock He began to yelp like a hurt puppy; this only brought more zeal to the sadist and in a sick imitation of a pet slowly dragged four of his razor sharp nails over his throbbing black shaft.

Now Sibuna's rage had reached its zenith of rage and his hands pull as far apart as they could, unbeknownst to the cruel panther the manacles had began to crack and with each jolt of pain the crack widened.

The Feline was lost in passion and bloodlust his other hand reached out and grabbed the ample nuts again a squeezed as hard as he could, The warrior could take no more and let out a deep cry of agony, hot tears streamed from his brilliant green eyes.

The Panther was grinning ear to ear, nothing intoxicated him more then another's pain. He released the battered nuts and ceased his claw rakings. Sibuna managed to look up from his tear-blurred vision to see the panther sit there and grin.

"Huh, some warrior... brought to tears," Then raising one eyebrow said the word that sealed his fate "But then again I guess that all you're mongrel kind are probably like that, if you're that much of a bitch I can only guess what you father wa... HURK!!"

The chains that bound the jackal lay in two pieces on the ground and the hands they kept down were wrapped around the Neck of the cat and the Jackal was shaking the guard like a ragdoll. With equal force the chains around his legs snapped too "Never... Talk... About... MY FATHER!!" and with mighty force he hurled the frightened guard against the back wall with such force that two of the panthers ribs snapped like twigs.

The Jailer groaned as he attempted to sit up; the pain in his side was unbearable, and the sadistic glee was replaced with a feeling felt by his many victims... fear. When he forced his almond slatted eyes open the face of the enraged warrior was mere inches from his, and before he could scream the powerful paws of the dog slapped against the sides of his head.

"How ironic, a creature who has caused so much misery is in no way fit to take the vary thing he takes so much delight in..." the musing came out chillingly cold and low.

"MERCY! MERCY!" the cat cried. But no response came from the stoic lips of the jackal instead his hands began to press together "NO! NO! PLEEESE!!!"

But the face of the canid remained emotionless, silent "You took something that is sacred to my people and turned it into something filthy and cruel... And I cannot let such a transgression go unpunished or your victims unavenged..." The replies came out cold like ice, and the pressure to the sides of his head became harder.

Sibuna's mind flashed to a young wolf boy who had been dragged off screaming in the day by this cruel creature and suffered the same fate meant for him, His crime... trying to steal bread to feed his starving body. The image of a coyote girl raped and thrown into another cell, a beggar beaten to pulp laying dead in the corner... this monster had to die.

And with terrible force he gave a mighty crushing squeeze and the Panthers head was crushed like an egg; blood ran down the hands of the Jackal. He calmly stood up and gathered his belongings; his axe last and turned to the door. To leave...

"Jarn, you don with meat ye..." the boar stood in horror as he looked at the bloody remains of his companion...

Sibuna crept silently along the wall until finding a window, after slipping silently out he crept into the ally; he had not encountered any guards and would now sneak out of the city... he had had quite enough of Rashan, he looked up to the sky as he had always done for comfort, his father had instilled a great love of the stars into him... and tonight he was quit lucky he saw a shooting star in the direction of Thran...

Chapter III, Wrath of a Jackal

Tales of the Wanderers