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The Seduction of Seleste

from the world of the mating season

A Storm is Coming

Chapter 17

It was dark in the hold. Seleste huddled in the corner, in the scattered straw, her legs curled under her, her arms holding her, and her long pale mane tumbling around her like a veil. She was wearing a leash of braided rope, which was tied to a ring in the wall behind her. Along the wall beside her, Talisa was similarly restrained.

The ship rocked gently, and in the darkness, Seleste could see Talisa sitting with her back to the wall. Her paws were bound behind her back: she had fought tooth and nail not to get here but here she was. She sat looking defeated, her thick mane loose and wild from the struggle, the cum dry on her breasts. They had wrestled the leather straps from her body, and her weapons had long since been taken by the sun warriors who raped them back in the village.

Seleste shuddered angrily and closed her eyes. The sun warriors hadn't physically harmed them - no, that would take away their value, they said -- they just humiliated and violated the girls, laughed at them, and came on them. But Keme! Oh god. They had stabbed Keme and left him for dead! Seleste held back the tears. Another lover gone. And now she was heading where and for what? To some distant village to be a slave? She stared at the wall and kept asking herself how this had happened, why it was happening, what she could do. Could she do anything? She felt so helpless. And she hated it. Her heart burned angrily as she thought of all the times she could have saved herself had she the brains, the muscle, the skill. What would life be like, she often wondered, had she run away with MeRorr?

"What's the matter, simp?"

Seleste looked up. Talisa was watching her apologetically. Her lip was bloody and Seleste remembered with a wince how one of the sun warriors had punched her. Seeing Keme bleeding on the floor, Talisa had launched into warrior mode. All it took was for one guard to punch her, then grab Seleste and hold a dagger to her throat. Talisa stopped fighting then. They were marched off in the dead of night to some hut on the other side of the village. Then they were raped. Over and over. The males took turns punching their dicks in the girls' tight pussies and asses. Talisa had sealed her lips, refusing to make a sound even when they ganged up on her. With a dick pumping in her pussy, ass, and mouth, Talisa had refused to cry, beg, or be anything but a stone-faced warrior. But Seleste? She screamed, she moaned, she gulped, she cried. She bathed cocks with her tongue when she was ordered. She took it in the ass. She sat on a male's face and tit-fucked another. Whatever they ordered, she did it without a shred of dignity. She was so terrified of them hurting her - or even worse, hurting Talisa, who they threatened to kill the moment she showed any hesitation. She hated herself for it. She wished she could have been stony and silent like Talisa. God, Talisa must've thought she was such a fool.

"Simp?" Talisa whispered hoarsely.

"Nothing's the matter," Seleste muttered.

"You're worried about Keme," Talisa said. It wasn't a question. She lifted her head, and auburn strands of mane fell in her eyes as they searched Seleste anxiously.

Still holding herself, Seleste nodded. She sagged into herself and her shoulders hunched. "I keep thinking he's dead."

Talisa managed a half-smile. "He's not dead. Anyone who can hurl a giant stone pillar into the sea like a twig is likely to survive a little ol' stab in the gut."

Seleste managed a trembling smile as she realized Talisa was trying to comfort her. She was so protecting in that way, like an older sister, or a mother. It seemed from the moment she met Talisa, she was looking out for Seleste.

"How did you even meet Super Boy?" Talisa asked.

Seleste smiled at her friend in the darkness: she was trying to take her mind off their pending doom.

"Keme told you my village was on fire," Seleste answered. "I was running from the fire. Met him in the woods behind the village. It's actually a terrible story."

"I know. He said you kicked him in the nuts."

Seleste squirmed guiltily.

"And it was pretty hard," went on Talisa, grinning, "because both times we were with him, I got the feeling he could've lasted longer. Let's hope you didn't cost him permanent damage."

"Will you both shut up!" snarled a voice.

Seleste looked up and scowled. Ahote was another captured slave on the vessel. He was silver, and young, and temperamental. His eyes were light brown to the point of being golden, and he had a long, wild mane of silver hair that fell in a mess in his eyes. He was fit and muscular, which led Seleste to believe that he hadn't been some trader or market merchant but a trained warrior. He was also tied to the wall by a leash, and like Talisa, his paws were bound behind his back: he was a fighter. He sat with his knees drawn up and open to reveal his cock, which was hard with desire courtesy of the slavers who had toyed with him. His eyes were wet with unshed tears: right in front of Seleste and Talisa, he had been sucked, fondled, and spanked. The merchants had threatened to whip him if he tried to escape again, then they had left him, his hard craving apparent and his paws bound that he might not relieve himself. He was young and gorgeous and the hot scent of him made Seleste's clit shiver. She hated him.

"We'll talk as much as we please," snapped Seleste.

"What's the matter?" Talisa added. "Your flogged log making you cranky?"

Seleste laughed derisively when the boy colored up. He was her age, she realized, and yet the way he acted, he could have been sixteen! She supposed there wasn't much a difference between sixteen and twenty when it came to males.

Ahote glared at them both. "You want to sit here and chat," he said in disgust, "when we could be escaping! Your paws are free!" he added to Seleste.

Seleste lifted an eyebrow. "Free to do what, exactly?" She tossed a pawful of hay in the air sarcastically, "Have a hay fight?"

The young male narrowed angry eyes on her. "I guess you enjoy being raped and fondled. Me? I'm outta here." His eyes traced over the barren room. Seleste didn't know what he could possibly be looking for. There was nothing in the room but hay. And more hay. And a small bucket for when one of them needed a private moment. Seleste couldn't believe it when his eyes went to the bucket.

"The metal handle on that bucket," Ahote said eagerly. "You can reach the bucket, can't you?" He looked at Seleste.

Seleste stared. "Unless you have to pee, I don't really see --"

"Just get it!" the boy snapped.

Seleste didn't move. "You're insane!"

"ARGH!" Ahote roared in frustration. "You stupid bitch," he snarled, "just do it, or so help me --"

"Don't talk to her that way," Talisa warned, "or I swear the next time I'm free I'll bite it off like a banana."

Ahote halted and bit his lip. Talisa's brown eyes seemed to burn a furious hole in him. He bowed his head guiltily a moment, then lifted his face and tried again.

"If we just work together, we can escape," he said with difficulty, as if it was a terrible strain keeping calm.

Seleste and Talisa exchanged looks of amusement.

"Do you know how many slavers are on this ship?" Seleste said, and her pretty gray eyes looked upon Ahote as if he needed urgent help. "Even if we got out of these ropes, there's no way we'd get off the ship without being caught. I'd rather try to escape once we've landed --"

"And let them rape you how many more times in the meantime?" Ahote cut across her. "Look, I'm tired of cum on my face. I'm tired of being forced to swallow it. And, god help me, I never thought I'd say it, but I'm tired of having my dick sucked."

Seleste and Talisa looked at each other: males.

"I'm tired of being raped and used. I know you are too," he went on, and his eyes softened. "Please, you have to trust me. I can get us out of here. All I need . . . is that bucket handle."

Seleste shook her head slowly. "Did they hit you over the head when they captured you?"

"Just give it to him, Seleste," Talisa moaned. "If it'll buy us a moment's peace, give it to him."

Seleste rolled her eyes. "Fine." She crawled to the end of her rope, and with hanging breasts, reached for the bucket. Her face crinkled up: it was their toilet and naturally smelled strongly of urine and feces. Keeping the bucket at arm's length, she fumbled to unhook the metal handle, then slid it across the floor to Ahote. She and Talisa watched in silent amusement as Ahote grunted and strained to get the handle behind his back. He used his feet to draw it to himself, and his muscular body twisting in his ropes was quite a delicious sight.

Seleste and Talisa exchanged glances.

"I'd fuck him if he wasn't so crazy," Talisa said.

Seleste laughed dryly.

"Finally," said Talisa, relieved. "A smile!"

They looked at each other fondly.

A second later and the door swung open. Ahote gasped and shoved the bucket handle under the hay with his feet. Three slavers stomped in, burly males with earrings in their ears, snagged fangs, and rings on their fingers. They were moon wolves, and their blue fur shone in the gloom as they laughed darkly and eyed Seleste.

Oh god. Seleste covered her breasts and bowed her head until her mane swept forward. They surrounded her. She could see their feet as they crowded in. One untied her leash from the wall.

"Leave her alone, you bastards!" Talisa snarled.

Seleste flinched when Talisa was stricken. She saw her friend fall hard on her side. Talisa tried to struggle up as the male who had smacked her took a knee, but she was too slow. He held her down by the neck, and as her shapely legs kicked and bucked, he hooked his elbow behind her knee and lifted her leg. Seleste looked away as the male's thick cock sank up and in Talisa's straining pussy. With her paws bound, Talisa twisted and squirmed, but this only seemed to make her pussy clench on her attacker, and the lusty slaver groaned and gasped as he fucked her.

"I'll get you," Talisa declared breathlessly, "I'll get all you bas - ah!" Seleste lifted her head: Talisa's rapist had brought the rope around and was strangling Talisa as he fucked her. Talisa could now only squirm and gasp as their bodies twisted in the hay. Seleste saw his big paw begin to grope her riding breasts and she looked dismally away.

"Careful, Roz," said one of the males standing over Seleste. "You get too rough and you'll bruise her. Chief don't buy slaves with marks."

Talisa's attacker laughed. "Like the chief would want this bitch anyway. She's too talkative, too much of a fighter. I'll probably wind up keeping her for myself a long time before she can be tamed. But that one . . ." He nodded at Seleste. "She'll do anything we tell her. The boys who sold her to us were sure of it."

The two males standing over Seleste laughed. She began to tremble as they knelt either side of her. They were both hard. She sat very still and continued to hold her breasts, almost as if she thought she could disappear if she was still enough. One knelt behind her and the other knelt facing her, and she continued to tremble as they ran their paws up and down her soft curves in silent admiration. One pushed her mane aside and kissed her neck, the other gently pried her arms away from her breasts.

"Look at these lickable, luscious tits," whispered the male facing Seleste.

"It's her pussy I'm interested in," said the one behind her. He grabbed her neck and pressed her forward until her ass was pointing at him. She knelt before him on paws and knees, the misery washing over her when he took her round hips in his paws.

"Please, don't . . ." Seleste whispered wretchedly. She closed her eyes as the tears came. God, she hated herself.

"It'll be over soon, darlin'," said the one facing her and stroked her mane. "Hzvor was always a fast cummer --"

"Shut up!"

Seleste closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as the one behind sank himself in hard and fast. Her fangs clicked as he began thrusting. She began to cry out, and hearing her own gasps and sobs made her dismal. But her juices came. She felt her clit pumping and wanted to die. The male pulled her back on his lap and fingered her clit as he fucked her. His panting came hard in her ear as he whispered, "Oh, fuck yeah . . ." He cupped one of her breasts and offered it to the other male, who leaned forward to lick her nipple until it was rolling under his tongue. He didn't stop licking until his spit came away in a long string.

Breasts bouncing, Seleste rode in the male's lap as her breasts were licked. The male fucking her bit her neck until she cried out and began to twist against him. Before long, she was gyrating her hips as she sought to escape his fangs and she realized with a dismal leap of her heart that he had meant for her to.

The male licking her tits paused. "She's trying to close her legs," he said darkly, and to Seleste's dismay, he pried her trembling thighs wide apart. Then what she had dreaded most happened: he drew close and sank his erection up and in.

Crushed between their hard bodies, Seleste cried out in pain as her pussy strained to take a second cock. She fell forward in the second male's arms and clung hard to him, begging in a whisper that he pull out.

"Please, please - it hurts!" Seleste sobbed.

"Then why are you making pussy juice?" the male answered. He showed Seleste his wet fingers, then hooked his fingers in her mouth and gave her his tongue. She kissed him back, if only to make him come faster. But they fucked her hard and long. As she rode in-between them, she could see Ahote over the second male's shoulder. She gasped: his paws were free! The young male grinned at her, lifted his paws, and wriggled his fingers.

Seleste looked quickly in Talisa's direction but Talisa's rapist hadn't even noticed. The male had pinned Talisa to her stomach in the hay and was fucking her with her tail in his teeth. Talisa cried out in pain and anger as her tail was bitten, as her breasts were pinched and fondled. Her mane was in her face as she was ridden, and when it suddenly seemed her attacker was going to come, he grabbed her bound paws and fucked her hard.

Seleste squeezed her eyes shut when the male behind her choked out a cry. He grabbed Seleste by the hips and brought her down hard on his cock. She clung to the second male until her nails dug in his flesh as the first male's fluids rushed hot to fill her. She broke down sobbing. They kissed and caressed her and she fell limp between them. But at least the first male had pulled out. He nibbled her neck as the second male grunted and came inside. Clinging to him, Seleste looked down and saw through her tears that his fluids were seeping from her pussy lips. Oh god. What if she had one of their pups? She sobbed harder. The male kissed and nibbled her trembling lips, whispering between kisses, "Quiet, little thing, you feel so good . . . fuck."

The second male laid Seleste on her back and hovered over her. Seleste lay there, horrified to see he was still hard. The other male lifted her legs and spread them, and with her legs hovering above her head, the second male began to slowly rub his erection against her throbbing clit. The gentle, slow strokes of his cock made her clit throb harder, and consumed with the pleasure, Seleste's sobs quieted and she even began to moan.

It was a while before Seleste realized Talisa had gone quiet. She looked over and her heart leapt: Talisa was sitting in her rapist's lap, her thighs spread as he fondled her clit and breasts. He looked over Talisa's shoulder, his hungry gaze fixed on Seleste's throbbing clit as it was stroked by the slaver's slightly curved erection. She felt her juices oozing into her ass crack and wanted to disappear.

Talisa sat in her attacker's lap looking tired and angry and so defeated. The rope had been tied back in her mouth like a gag and she trembled as she was molested. Her curvy, muscular body was tense with silent rage.

"We'll get a good price for this one," said the slaver who was rubbing his cock on Seleste. "She's so small and pretty and yielding. Small feet, dimpled back, little waist . . . sweet face." He touched the back of his fingers to Seleste's cheek. His eyes were warm with admiration. Seleste blushed scarlet.

"And so tight," said the male holding Seleste's ankles. "Wonder what it be like to get my fist in there."

Seleste could see his thoughtful eyes studying the pink opening of her pussy and her heart beat wildly. Oh god, don't let them! But they didn't. The slaver rubbing his cock on her leaned down between her thighs and buried his face in her pussy. Seleste moaned and squirmed, thrusting her breasts to the ceiling. She blushed all over as he paused to kiss and lick her thighs, then his hot mouth found her pussy again and licked it, carefully, deeply, and so slowly she melted. But his tongue became faster. His slurping noises escalated and so did her pleasure, until she had cried out and come. She was lying in the hay burning with shame when the slavers let her go. The one who had eaten Seleste out straightened up and licked his lips, still eying her hungrily.

"See?" hissed Talisa's rapist in her ear, and he shook her hard so she would listen. "Good slaves are rewarded. Be a good little girl and Daggal will eat you too."

Talisa sneered around the rope in her mouth.

"Or," continued Talisa's rapist, "keep acting like a crazy bitch and I'll keep hurting you." So saying, he threw Talisa from his lap and she landed hard on her belly. Seleste's breasts heaved angrily when Talisa was slapped on the ass. The others laughed as her cheeks jiggled, then she was slapped again. Grunting wildly with rage, Talisa began to twist and squirm in an attempt to turn over. Her rapist laughingly flipped her on her back and slapped her tits instead. The males gathered round and took turns slapping her breasts. The apparent Daggal leaned down at intervals to suck and squeeze them. The more Talisa grunted and roared around her gag, the more they laughed and toyed with her.

Roz finally threw Talisa across his lap, and after wrenching her tail aside, he spanked her hard. The slapping sound of her punished buttocks filled the room, as did her cries. Talisa bucked and struggled until her breasts were flapping, but Roz eventually wore her down. She was sagging in his lap when he stopped. He began to finger the tight opening under her tail, and the other males pressed close to spread her legs and finger her pussy.

Watching as Talisa was fondled and teased, Seleste shivered and held herself. The things the slavers had made them do over the past few days! She'd had two dicks in her mouth, two dicks in her ass. She'd been spanked and licked and fucked in every position possible. She felt so used, so helpless. And the sounds that were coming out of Talisa now! Seleste's ears flattened on her head: Hzvor was now fucking Talisa from behind. He pulled her mane as he drove himself in, and Talisa's cries around the rope in her teeth were choked, helpless, and weak. Seleste closed her eyes. She hated seeing Talisa that way. Talisa -- who had always seemed so bold, brave, and strong -- had been defeated.

Daggal slipped the rope from Talisa's mouth, and as Hzvor fucked her, her cries filled the room, "Ah, ah, ah - AH!"

The males laughed as Talisa squirted. Talisa, who had been so stone-faced and silent up until that point, had finally been broken. Her cry of pleasure ended long and shrill, and she sank to the floor with a dismal moan as Hzvor slipped out of her. Seleste turned her head as Hzvor squirted on Talisa's thigh. Roz slapped Talisa's ass as she lay miserably on the floor, and the three males rose to their feet. They were wiping their dicks off and turning to the door when they halted: standing in the doorway was Ahote.

Seleste stiffened: Ahote was glowing. His wild mane beat back on an ethereal wind as magical energy fizzled off him, crackling and whipping like hairs of lighting. His eyes were solid spheres in his head. On his lips was a smile. He took a step into the room and the three slavers cowered back. Looking at Ahote, Seleste realized for the first time that he had been summoning magical energy the entire time she and Talisa were being raped. Now he pointed at the three slavers. A bolt of light shot from the bucket handle and slammed them bodily against the wall. The slavers screamed as the white light snaked over them. Ahote's grin widened.

"Prepare yourselves, girls," he said. "A storm is coming."