{"sf1_id":7188,"sf2_id":"keN3NN4m","title":"In The Wake of War Chapter Two: Confusion","author":"Trinket","words":3238,"posted_at":"2005-09-22T18:02:00.000Z","tags":["Bisexual","Jaguar","Lynx","M/M/F","Medieval","Rape","Riding","Whipping"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/7188-in-the-wake-of-war-chapter-two-confusion","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/keN3NN4m","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=7188\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#2 of In The Wake of War","content":" Waking up her eyes rounded she gasped in pain as she tried to move,  \nbut he'd been so enormous and had worked muscles in her that she  \nhadn't even known existed. Picking her doll up she cried, \"Jeniria,  \nI don't feel like a little girl anymore. I want to die, but I don't,  \noh Jeniria I'm so confused.\" She looked into the dolls eyes and saw  \nsome twinkling of silver, and remember something her Grandmama had  \nonce said to her, 'Sweet honey child, remember this, there is always  \na silver lining in any cloud be it white or be it black. No matter  \ngood or bad, there will always be a silver lining to see the way  \nthrough.' She smiled softly at this thought, but sobbed once again  \nholding the doll to her cheek, what could be good to come out of this.  \n  \nAfter awhile she pulled herself together as best she could,  \ndetermined that this would be the last time she let herself cry.  \nPulling on the remaints of her clothes she grimced, she was badly  \nin need of some new ones. Her fur was caked in soot and even blood  \nas were her clothes and her doll Jeniria.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As she stared out from the tree limbs she saw something, it was  \nTorry! Though as the figure came closer she nearly weeped for it  \nwas indeed not him, but someone who could have passed for his double  \nthough older.  \n  \nThe man came to the tree not knowing there was anyone there and when  \nhe saw a tail poking through he grabbed it and tugged the kitten out.  \n\"So, who the hell are you to be on my property?\"  \n  \nShe looked up at him in fright, he wasn't as tall or quite as  \nfrightening as the beast from the night before, but he frightened  \nher all the same, \"I.. I'm s-sorry sir. I-I did n-not know t-this  \np-p-place b-belonged to anyone...\"  \n  \n\"Well then I'll send you on your way then, or are you lost?\"  \n  \n\"I am not lost sir. I am from the village of Rion, it was attacked  \ntwo nights hence and I am afriad I am the only survivor who has not  \nbeen taken prisoner. I am the daughter of Viscount Niall and  \nViscountess Lianna.\"  \n  \n\"You look no more than a child, thirteen you might look, but truth  \nbe told you're about eleven. I knew Niall and his wife and their  \nchildren, haven't seen you since you were nine. You must be Zynnamon  \nor her twin Yolanda. Yola for short. Am I right?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She nodded, someone who'd known her parents, maybe he  \ncould help her, but what if he wanted something that she  \nhad last night been forced to give. She doubted it though  \nif he'd been a friend of her families, but still she  \ncould never again be sure of anyone, because of what had  \nbeen done to her family and then herself. \"I am Yola, sir,  \nbut who might you be that you know myself and my family?\"  \n  \n\"I am Yannis, your godfather. You were named for my deceased  \nwife. I have children of my own, but they're grown and scattered  \nthroughout the land and some even have children of their own as well.  \nSo tell me what has happened to Rion?\"  \n  \nYola related to him the story of the disaster. When he'd told her how  \nhe was connected to her family she'd felt relief and hope wash over  \nher. At least she would not have to suffer once again what she had  \nthe night before, still it was on her mind, no matter how much she  \ntried to banish it.  \n\"Man came, along with furre traitors galloping across the land on  \ndemon horses, black as night, eyes red as blood, tall as ninteen hands  \nor more. Children and women screamed as they were surrounded by the  \nhoards of soldiers, some of them looking like the undead. They shot  \npoisonous arrows, fire arrows and used swords of a multitude of sizes  \nand shapes. When they came my mama hid I and my siblings in the  \nbasement of our house, they came in that night to tell us it was a  \nlosing battle. I ran upstairs and out the door. The house collapsed  \nI don't know how or why. I ran then in fear so I would not be  \ndiscovered and didn't see what else had happened, but morning came,  \nthe sky was foggy, desolate and bleak. I saw the aftermath of what  \nhad happened. Then I gathered my doll to myself not finding even a  \nsingle soul still alive among the ruins and the rubble. I left  \nand spent the night here.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"What happened to your clothes?\"  \n  \nYola blushed then paled and nearly cried once more, but held it in  \nshe shook her head, \"I cannot say.\"  \n  \n\"Very well child, come, I will find some of the clothes my daughters  \nonce wore and you may use them.\"  \n  \n\"No, I would prefer the clothes of a boy, for I wish to join the  \narmy and they will not let me if they know I'm a girl. Justice must  \nbe sought and wrought. I wish vengence upon those that have destroyed  \neverything and everyone I held dear in the village of Rion and no  \ndoubt they will do the same again unless they are stopped.\"  \n  \nShe thought he would refuse her, but he simply nodded and astonished  \nher, \"I will provide all you need, it is a worthy cause and though  \nI do not relish the idea of you in battle and dieing it is perhaps  \nyour destiny and I cannot stop you I am certain when it is your  \nentire family that has been wiped out aside from myself, your  \ngodfather.\"  \n  \nAt these words she was slightly confused, but slowly came to realize  \nthat what he was saying was that while he would worry about her and  \ndid not wish her to do this, he would not stand in her way. \"Thank  \nyou godfather.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Yannis smiled, \"You are welcome Yol. I have a mare outside now.  \nI was going to ride her and take a picnic and sleep beneath the  \nstars this night, but I give her to you now as well as some  \nof my sons clothes.\"  \n  \nYol gratefully accepted and hugged him then mounted the mare soon  \nas she saw her. \"I cannot linger long godfather.\"  \n  \n\"I understand, you be careful and may God Bless You and watch over  \nyou.\"  \n  \nYol smiled and nodded then galloped off gathering some apples as  \nshe and Glory Halejllua Asusa galloped by for later consumption  \nexcept for the one she nibbled on now. She was now dressed as a boy  \nand looked like one in the black trousers, white dress shirt that  \nwas baggy enough to hide her young pert and still growing breasts.  \nHer curls had been gathered up into a bun beneath the hat she now  \nwore. She was headed in the direction of the Caslte Vennecia,  \nthe capital of the Furre Feline Kingdom. That was where she was  \ncertain she would be knighted or at least allowed into the army.  \nAs long as she could make them believe she was a young boy rather  \nthan the girl that she was. She tucked Jeniria into one of the  \npouches. She had blankets with her, two pans, clothes and a picnic  \nbasket of food. She would strive to survive no matter what may  \ncome in order to have justice brought and vengence wrought.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; While her thoughts was on this, she remembered that she had thougt  \nat first that Yannis was Torry, but as he'd approached he'd become taller  \nand older. A feeling of dread washed over her, was Torry a grandson perhaps  \nof Yannis or some other realitive, they looked so much alike. She however  \nhad gone far and did not wish Yannis to worry. She would some how  \nrescue Torry from his captor's and bring him home, but no she couldn't  \ndo that she told herself, all of the village of Rion lay in ruins. She'd have to  \ntake him to Yannis or he'd tag along beside her and they'd seek out  \njustice together, maybe even vengeance. With that thought she sighed  \nand continued on wearily. She felt ten times older than her eleven years,  \nnearly tweleve.  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nAs the sun rose above the land warm and comforting, he began  \nto slowly wake not remembering anything much from the night before  \nwhen he had turned. Though he wondered what he'd done.  \n  \nSoon though his mind was focused on the woman nudging him, kicking  \nhim and yelling.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Wake up ya good for nothin' piece of garbage! You've got work to  \ndo ya know ya filthy mongrel. Whatcha doin' without yer clothes on  \nanyways. Sure people might pay ta see ya nude, but that's me and  \nme brother Snicker's privilage. Or maybe yer finally comin' ta yer  \nsenses. Snicker will be most pleased Dumbbell.\"  \n  \nHe growled just the same even if he were to have punishment, he would  \nnot allow anyone to call him such a name as Dumbbell, for he knew it  \nwas not his real name, for all the things he could not remember, that  \nwas one thing he did recall. \"My name is Gar, Gar! Not Dumbbell or Pet, or  \nSlave or anything else you might deem to call me! My name is Gar, do you  \nhear old hag! Gar!\"  \n  \nThe female screatched and suddenly from out of nowhere, Snicker  \nappeared and had Gar's wrists tied togehter, lifting him up onto his  \nfeet he tied his wrists to large tree branch in triple knots.  \n  \nSnicker, \"So you'd be insulting my sister would you slave? I think  \nI'll take the whip to you now. Don't you think that is a good idea  \nDelieah?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gar did not care, they'd often done the same before, and every  \nfull moonlit night the scars would dissappear. It was perhaps the  \nonly good thing ever to come out of the curse that had somehow  \nbefallen him within the last ten or tweleve years, he couldn't  \nremember how or when it had happened, but he had no doubt  \nhe'd had a run in with some other were creature and had been  \nturned rather than made a meal of, by fortunes luck.  \n  \nDelieah cackled, \"Oh it would be good, but I think this time we'll  \nhave some fun with him. Even if he is a dirty little scumbag that  \ntried to steal our heifer he has a body worth torturing in other ways  \ndontcha think dear brother?\"  \n  \n\"Indeed sister, I do.\"  \n  \nGar could only guess at what they were talking about, but still  \nwas confused, how else could they torture him without the whip, he  \nhated it here. Ever since he was six or seven, having lost his  \nmemories and wandered away from a dead knight and his horse he'd had  \nto fend for himself. He hadn't been trying to steal the heifer, just  \nits tail for a snack. A heifer had been to enourmous for him to get  \naway with at such a young age fifteen years ago years ago. At first  \nDelieah had just wanted to take him inside and feed him. Then when  \nher brother had gotten home things had changed. She wasn't so nice  \nanymore, she'd only lured him with kindness and food so she could  \ngive her brother a gift, him as a slave. Ever since then they'd  \nshared him making him do all the work while they grew pudgy and  \nlazy.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Delieah looked at her brother with a grin, \"Snicker do lay down.\"  \nand he complied with a snicker upon his face as he watched his sister  \nslowly unbutton her shirt, she wore no bra beneath, for all her faults  \none couldn't seem to look away from the large breasts that one might  \nguess had the measurements of a seventy-three or so. However Gar felt  \nsickened. He closed his eyes to banish the sight, but one of the paid  \nworking hands slashed the whip across him causing him to cry out and  \nopen his eyes. He was forced to watch as Deliah pulled down her  \npanties from beneath her skirt that she now hiked up. He saw  \nSnicker pull out of his pants, a now hard cock.  \n  \nGar nearly gagged, he felt he'd throw up as bile came up through  \nhis esophagas, but was unable to unleash it, as a gag was wrapped  \naround his mouth and tied behind his head. He'd never seen another  \nmales part nor had he seen a female even partially nude. Never had  \nhe felt desire for another, and the only female he'd seen that he  \ncould recall was the awful Delieah who smelt of onions, garlic and  \nmanure. She and her brother took a bath, but once a month. They never  \nlet him bathe, but twice a week he'd manage to sneak away at night  \nand bathe.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Delieah grinned down at her brother, \"Oh Snicker, you're so big,  \nI'm already ready for you.\" She knealt down over him, legs spread  \napart, a knee resting on either side of Snicker. Slowly she moved  \nherself down onto him. Snicker's cock swelled larger even more as  \nhe felt Delieah's wet cunt over his erection. He could not hold back  \nand shoved himself inside of her.  \n  \nDelieah gasped, moaning with pleasure as her brother filled her  \nand she began to set in motion as she rocked her hips back and forth  \nso that he moved and wriggled inside her if that were possible with  \nhow large he was. \"Oh Snicker, yes! Oh gaw...\" she threw her head  \nback as one of Snicker's hands wrapped around her breast and roughly  \nsqueezed it, proceeding to pinch the hardened peak that was her nipple.  \n  \nAgain Gar closed his eyes, but again he was forced to open them  \nwhen he felt another stinging lash of the whip against his back. Despite his  \ndisgust, his own cock had peaked out and enlarged. He felt remorse  \nat the desire he felt, but not because he desired them, but because  \nin the very subconcious of his mind, he could remember a female doing  \nthat to him. She however had been unwilling where as this brother  \nand sister were willing with one another. It made him sick, he doubted  \nsuch things were moral, a brother and a sister. There was nothing  \nhe could do however and wished that they had been here last night  \nwhile he changed and he could have destroyed them, instead of  \nwhatever he had actually done, for he felt it was something that  \nhe could not forgive himself for doing. However destroying these  \ntwo would have given him the utmost pleasure and freedom finally  \nat least.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Delieah gasped, \"Oh, Snicker, I'm going to...\" together they  \nscreamed with pleasure as they came at the same time. She slumped  \nonto her brother a moment before pulling away, \"That was just  \na warm up dear brother. Now let's play with the slave, look he's  \nalready ready for it.\"  \n  \nGar's eyes widened, now he knew what they wanted. He began to  \nstruggle, trying to get loose from the bonds that held him, but they  \nwere tight and while he tried this he was whipped twice more casuing  \nhim to stop and gasp in pain, muffled against the gag that kept him  \nfrom making to much noise.  \n  \nSnicker grinned and got up, removing the bottom portion of his  \nclothing. Gar saw that already the males cock was once more erect.  \n  \nGar began to tremble. He was still a virgin he told himself and  \nthey were going to do a terrible thing, rape him. Then something in  \nhis head told him that he wasn't, that he deserved this for he'd  \nforced another into such intimacy. He grimced, he didn't remember, but  \nit was more than likely true, it had to have been last night. This thought  \ncaused him to quaver, saddened and angry with himself, perhaps he  \ndeserved what was happening to him, but he couldn't be certain that  \nwas what he had done, it could always have been just a dream.  \nHe wished this was a dream going on now, but it wasn't, it was  \na nightmare from which he could not waken.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Snicker now was behind Gar, his hands coming around to pinch his  \nnipples. Gar groaned in fright. He heard Snicker snicker, \"Yes slave  \nyou'll like this, you'll learn to love it.\" Gar shook his head, but  \nin doing so his glossy black hair was pulled and he nearly whimpered,  \nbut kept himself from doing so. For to do so would only make Snicker  \nfeel that much more in power.  \n  \nDelieah was now in front of Gar and his eyes widened as she knealt  \ndown and took his member into her mouth, while Snicker's hand lowered  \nand pinched his balls hard making him scream in agony just as Snicker  \nentered his rectum, stretching the skin within far beyond what was  \nnatural. He tore him asunder, and blood began to pour from his  \nanal passage.  \n  \nWhen Snicker thrust into Gar again and again his body jerked and  \nhis own cock moved deeper into Delieah's throat, then backed out.  \nEither way he was frightened and didn't wish Snicker within, nor  \nDelieah around his shaft. Closing his eyes tears began to streak down  \nhis face. This was what they'd wanted all along, but he'd avoided  \nit somehow before, but he was uncertain how or why. They'd looked  \nat him with lust ever since he'd turned twelve or thereabouts for  \nhe could not remember exactly how old he was. However when he closed  \nhis eyes, he saw her. The female from last night, just thinking about  \nher made him hard and excited. He knew he shouldn't be, obviously  \nshe was young, she'd been a virgin he was sure of it and he felt  \nguilt down to the morrow of his bones and his soul that he had thought  \nhe'd lost the day these two had found him. Pretending she was there  \nhe groaned and came inside Delieah's mouth.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Delieah wasn't expecting that and withdrew, sputtering and clawed  \nhis chest, \"You never ever do that again. You're foul tastin' and only  \nSnicker is allowed that privilage.\"  \n  \nSnicker withdrew from Gar, cumming all over his ass. He smirked  \ncackling, \"What a pretty site that is. But Delieah is right, you do  \nthat again, there's much worse where that came from. This time though,  \nwell we'll just leave you here outside tonight.\"  \n  \nTaking his sisters arm they went inside leaving their clothes  \nstrewn about in the yard, Gar still tied to the tree. He heard them  \ntalking.  \n  \n\"To bad tonight wasn't another full moon, eh Snicker?\"  \n  \n\"True sister, true, that would certainly give Dumbbell a fright  \nand make him think wiser, be more obiedent ya know.\" What  \nthey didn't know, was that Gar was the beast that roamed the  \ncountry side and destroyed and devoured those that either got  \nin his way or were targeted for his hunger that their flesh would  \nsate.  \n  \n\"Quite, lets go to our room.\" And so they went up into their room  \ntogether and Gar could hear them grunting and groaning. Closing his  \neyes he weeped, he hadn't weeped since the night he'd first  \nlived here. How he wished he could escape, but he knew no one to turn  \nto, nor anywhere to go. Somehow he'd have to get away.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"In The Wake of War","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/7187-in-the-wake-of-war-chapter-one-innocence-lost.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/7189-in-the-wake-of-war-chapter-three-escape.json"}}