# In The Wake of War Chapter Two: Confusion

Author: Trinket
Tags: Bisexual, Jaguar, Lynx, M/M/F, Medieval, Rape, Riding, Whipping

#2 of In The Wake of War

 Waking up her eyes rounded she gasped in pain as she tried to move,  
but he'd been so enormous and had worked muscles in her that she  
hadn't even known existed. Picking her doll up she cried, "Jeniria,  
I don't feel like a little girl anymore. I want to die, but I don't,  
oh Jeniria I'm so confused." She looked into the dolls eyes and saw  
some twinkling of silver, and remember something her Grandmama had  
once said to her, 'Sweet honey child, remember this, there is always  
a silver lining in any cloud be it white or be it black. No matter  
good or bad, there will always be a silver lining to see the way  
through.' She smiled softly at this thought, but sobbed once again  
holding the doll to her cheek, what could be good to come out of this.  
  
After awhile she pulled herself together as best she could,  
determined that this would be the last time she let herself cry.  
Pulling on the remaints of her clothes she grimced, she was badly  
in need of some new ones. Her fur was caked in soot and even blood  
as were her clothes and her doll Jeniria.  
  

  As she stared out from the tree limbs she saw something, it was  
Torry! Though as the figure came closer she nearly weeped for it  
was indeed not him, but someone who could have passed for his double  
though older.  
  
The man came to the tree not knowing there was anyone there and when  
he saw a tail poking through he grabbed it and tugged the kitten out.  
"So, who the hell are you to be on my property?"  
  
She looked up at him in fright, he wasn't as tall or quite as  
frightening as the beast from the night before, but he frightened  
her all the same, "I.. I'm s-sorry sir. I-I did n-not know t-this  
p-p-place b-belonged to anyone..."  
  
"Well then I'll send you on your way then, or are you lost?"  
  
"I am not lost sir. I am from the village of Rion, it was attacked  
two nights hence and I am afriad I am the only survivor who has not  
been taken prisoner. I am the daughter of Viscount Niall and  
Viscountess Lianna."  
  
"You look no more than a child, thirteen you might look, but truth  
be told you're about eleven. I knew Niall and his wife and their  
children, haven't seen you since you were nine. You must be Zynnamon  
or her twin Yolanda. Yola for short. Am I right?"  
  

  She nodded, someone who'd known her parents, maybe he  
could help her, but what if he wanted something that she  
had last night been forced to give. She doubted it though  
if he'd been a friend of her families, but still she  
could never again be sure of anyone, because of what had  
been done to her family and then herself. "I am Yola, sir,  
but who might you be that you know myself and my family?"  
  
"I am Yannis, your godfather. You were named for my deceased  
wife. I have children of my own, but they're grown and scattered  
throughout the land and some even have children of their own as well.  
So tell me what has happened to Rion?"  
  
Yola related to him the story of the disaster. When he'd told her how  
he was connected to her family she'd felt relief and hope wash over  
her. At least she would not have to suffer once again what she had  
the night before, still it was on her mind, no matter how much she  
tried to banish it.  
"Man came, along with furre traitors galloping across the land on  
demon horses, black as night, eyes red as blood, tall as ninteen hands  
or more. Children and women screamed as they were surrounded by the  
hoards of soldiers, some of them looking like the undead. They shot  
poisonous arrows, fire arrows and used swords of a multitude of sizes  
and shapes. When they came my mama hid I and my siblings in the  
basement of our house, they came in that night to tell us it was a  
losing battle. I ran upstairs and out the door. The house collapsed  
I don't know how or why. I ran then in fear so I would not be  
discovered and didn't see what else had happened, but morning came,  
the sky was foggy, desolate and bleak. I saw the aftermath of what  
had happened. Then I gathered my doll to myself not finding even a  
single soul still alive among the ruins and the rubble. I left  
and spent the night here."  
  

  "What happened to your clothes?"  
  
Yola blushed then paled and nearly cried once more, but held it in  
she shook her head, "I cannot say."  
  
"Very well child, come, I will find some of the clothes my daughters  
once wore and you may use them."  
  
"No, I would prefer the clothes of a boy, for I wish to join the  
army and they will not let me if they know I'm a girl. Justice must  
be sought and wrought. I wish vengence upon those that have destroyed  
everything and everyone I held dear in the village of Rion and no  
doubt they will do the same again unless they are stopped."  
  
She thought he would refuse her, but he simply nodded and astonished  
her, "I will provide all you need, it is a worthy cause and though  
I do not relish the idea of you in battle and dieing it is perhaps  
your destiny and I cannot stop you I am certain when it is your  
entire family that has been wiped out aside from myself, your  
godfather."  
  
At these words she was slightly confused, but slowly came to realize  
that what he was saying was that while he would worry about her and  
did not wish her to do this, he would not stand in her way. "Thank  
you godfather."  
  

  Yannis smiled, "You are welcome Yol. I have a mare outside now.  
I was going to ride her and take a picnic and sleep beneath the  
stars this night, but I give her to you now as well as some  
of my sons clothes."  
  
Yol gratefully accepted and hugged him then mounted the mare soon  
as she saw her. "I cannot linger long godfather."  
  
"I understand, you be careful and may God Bless You and watch over  
you."  
  
Yol smiled and nodded then galloped off gathering some apples as  
she and Glory Halejllua Asusa galloped by for later consumption  
except for the one she nibbled on now. She was now dressed as a boy  
and looked like one in the black trousers, white dress shirt that  
was baggy enough to hide her young pert and still growing breasts.  
Her curls had been gathered up into a bun beneath the hat she now  
wore. She was headed in the direction of the Caslte Vennecia,  
the capital of the Furre Feline Kingdom. That was where she was  
certain she would be knighted or at least allowed into the army.  
As long as she could make them believe she was a young boy rather  
than the girl that she was. She tucked Jeniria into one of the  
pouches. She had blankets with her, two pans, clothes and a picnic  
basket of food. She would strive to survive no matter what may  
come in order to have justice brought and vengence wrought.  
  

  While her thoughts was on this, she remembered that she had thougt  
at first that Yannis was Torry, but as he'd approached he'd become taller  
and older. A feeling of dread washed over her, was Torry a grandson perhaps  
of Yannis or some other realitive, they looked so much alike. She however  
had gone far and did not wish Yannis to worry. She would some how  
rescue Torry from his captor's and bring him home, but no she couldn't  
do that she told herself, all of the village of Rion lay in ruins. She'd have to  
take him to Yannis or he'd tag along beside her and they'd seek out  
justice together, maybe even vengeance. With that thought she sighed  
and continued on wearily. She felt ten times older than her eleven years,  
nearly tweleve.  
  
  
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As the sun rose above the land warm and comforting, he began  
to slowly wake not remembering anything much from the night before  
when he had turned. Though he wondered what he'd done.  
  
Soon though his mind was focused on the woman nudging him, kicking  
him and yelling.  
  

  "Wake up ya good for nothin' piece of garbage! You've got work to  
do ya know ya filthy mongrel. Whatcha doin' without yer clothes on  
anyways. Sure people might pay ta see ya nude, but that's me and  
me brother Snicker's privilage. Or maybe yer finally comin' ta yer  
senses. Snicker will be most pleased Dumbbell."  
  
He growled just the same even if he were to have punishment, he would  
not allow anyone to call him such a name as Dumbbell, for he knew it  
was not his real name, for all the things he could not remember, that  
was one thing he did recall. "My name is Gar, Gar! Not Dumbbell or Pet, or  
Slave or anything else you might deem to call me! My name is Gar, do you  
hear old hag! Gar!"  
  
The female screatched and suddenly from out of nowhere, Snicker  
appeared and had Gar's wrists tied togehter, lifting him up onto his  
feet he tied his wrists to large tree branch in triple knots.  
  
Snicker, "So you'd be insulting my sister would you slave? I think  
I'll take the whip to you now. Don't you think that is a good idea  
Delieah?"  
  

  Gar did not care, they'd often done the same before, and every  
full moonlit night the scars would dissappear. It was perhaps the  
only good thing ever to come out of the curse that had somehow  
befallen him within the last ten or tweleve years, he couldn't  
remember how or when it had happened, but he had no doubt  
he'd had a run in with some other were creature and had been  
turned rather than made a meal of, by fortunes luck.  
  
Delieah cackled, "Oh it would be good, but I think this time we'll  
have some fun with him. Even if he is a dirty little scumbag that  
tried to steal our heifer he has a body worth torturing in other ways  
dontcha think dear brother?"  
  
"Indeed sister, I do."  
  
Gar could only guess at what they were talking about, but still  
was confused, how else could they torture him without the whip, he  
hated it here. Ever since he was six or seven, having lost his  
memories and wandered away from a dead knight and his horse he'd had  
to fend for himself. He hadn't been trying to steal the heifer, just  
its tail for a snack. A heifer had been to enourmous for him to get  
away with at such a young age fifteen years ago years ago. At first  
Delieah had just wanted to take him inside and feed him. Then when  
her brother had gotten home things had changed. She wasn't so nice  
anymore, she'd only lured him with kindness and food so she could  
give her brother a gift, him as a slave. Ever since then they'd  
shared him making him do all the work while they grew pudgy and  
lazy.  
  

  Delieah looked at her brother with a grin, "Snicker do lay down."  
and he complied with a snicker upon his face as he watched his sister  
slowly unbutton her shirt, she wore no bra beneath, for all her faults  
one couldn't seem to look away from the large breasts that one might  
guess had the measurements of a seventy-three or so. However Gar felt  
sickened. He closed his eyes to banish the sight, but one of the paid  
working hands slashed the whip across him causing him to cry out and  
open his eyes. He was forced to watch as Deliah pulled down her  
panties from beneath her skirt that she now hiked up. He saw  
Snicker pull out of his pants, a now hard cock.  
  
Gar nearly gagged, he felt he'd throw up as bile came up through  
his esophagas, but was unable to unleash it, as a gag was wrapped  
around his mouth and tied behind his head. He'd never seen another  
males part nor had he seen a female even partially nude. Never had  
he felt desire for another, and the only female he'd seen that he  
could recall was the awful Delieah who smelt of onions, garlic and  
manure. She and her brother took a bath, but once a month. They never  
let him bathe, but twice a week he'd manage to sneak away at night  
and bathe.  
  

  Delieah grinned down at her brother, "Oh Snicker, you're so big,  
I'm already ready for you." She knealt down over him, legs spread  
apart, a knee resting on either side of Snicker. Slowly she moved  
herself down onto him. Snicker's cock swelled larger even more as  
he felt Delieah's wet cunt over his erection. He could not hold back  
and shoved himself inside of her.  
  
Delieah gasped, moaning with pleasure as her brother filled her  
and she began to set in motion as she rocked her hips back and forth  
so that he moved and wriggled inside her if that were possible with  
how large he was. "Oh Snicker, yes! Oh gaw..." she threw her head  
back as one of Snicker's hands wrapped around her breast and roughly  
squeezed it, proceeding to pinch the hardened peak that was her nipple.  
  
Again Gar closed his eyes, but again he was forced to open them  
when he felt another stinging lash of the whip against his back. Despite his  
disgust, his own cock had peaked out and enlarged. He felt remorse  
at the desire he felt, but not because he desired them, but because  
in the very subconcious of his mind, he could remember a female doing  
that to him. She however had been unwilling where as this brother  
and sister were willing with one another. It made him sick, he doubted  
such things were moral, a brother and a sister. There was nothing  
he could do however and wished that they had been here last night  
while he changed and he could have destroyed them, instead of  
whatever he had actually done, for he felt it was something that  
he could not forgive himself for doing. However destroying these  
two would have given him the utmost pleasure and freedom finally  
at least.  
  

  Delieah gasped, "Oh, Snicker, I'm going to..." together they  
screamed with pleasure as they came at the same time. She slumped  
onto her brother a moment before pulling away, "That was just  
a warm up dear brother. Now let's play with the slave, look he's  
already ready for it."  
  
Gar's eyes widened, now he knew what they wanted. He began to  
struggle, trying to get loose from the bonds that held him, but they  
were tight and while he tried this he was whipped twice more casuing  
him to stop and gasp in pain, muffled against the gag that kept him  
from making to much noise.  
  
Snicker grinned and got up, removing the bottom portion of his  
clothing. Gar saw that already the males cock was once more erect.  
  
Gar began to tremble. He was still a virgin he told himself and  
they were going to do a terrible thing, rape him. Then something in  
his head told him that he wasn't, that he deserved this for he'd  
forced another into such intimacy. He grimced, he didn't remember, but  
it was more than likely true, it had to have been last night. This thought  
caused him to quaver, saddened and angry with himself, perhaps he  
deserved what was happening to him, but he couldn't be certain that  
was what he had done, it could always have been just a dream.  
He wished this was a dream going on now, but it wasn't, it was  
a nightmare from which he could not waken.  
  

  Snicker now was behind Gar, his hands coming around to pinch his  
nipples. Gar groaned in fright. He heard Snicker snicker, "Yes slave  
you'll like this, you'll learn to love it." Gar shook his head, but  
in doing so his glossy black hair was pulled and he nearly whimpered,  
but kept himself from doing so. For to do so would only make Snicker  
feel that much more in power.  
  
Delieah was now in front of Gar and his eyes widened as she knealt  
down and took his member into her mouth, while Snicker's hand lowered  
and pinched his balls hard making him scream in agony just as Snicker  
entered his rectum, stretching the skin within far beyond what was  
natural. He tore him asunder, and blood began to pour from his  
anal passage.  
  
When Snicker thrust into Gar again and again his body jerked and  
his own cock moved deeper into Delieah's throat, then backed out.  
Either way he was frightened and didn't wish Snicker within, nor  
Delieah around his shaft. Closing his eyes tears began to streak down  
his face. This was what they'd wanted all along, but he'd avoided  
it somehow before, but he was uncertain how or why. They'd looked  
at him with lust ever since he'd turned twelve or thereabouts for  
he could not remember exactly how old he was. However when he closed  
his eyes, he saw her. The female from last night, just thinking about  
her made him hard and excited. He knew he shouldn't be, obviously  
she was young, she'd been a virgin he was sure of it and he felt  
guilt down to the morrow of his bones and his soul that he had thought  
he'd lost the day these two had found him. Pretending she was there  
he groaned and came inside Delieah's mouth.  
  

  Delieah wasn't expecting that and withdrew, sputtering and clawed  
his chest, "You never ever do that again. You're foul tastin' and only  
Snicker is allowed that privilage."  
  
Snicker withdrew from Gar, cumming all over his ass. He smirked  
cackling, "What a pretty site that is. But Delieah is right, you do  
that again, there's much worse where that came from. This time though,  
well we'll just leave you here outside tonight."  
  
Taking his sisters arm they went inside leaving their clothes  
strewn about in the yard, Gar still tied to the tree. He heard them  
talking.  
  
"To bad tonight wasn't another full moon, eh Snicker?"  
  
"True sister, true, that would certainly give Dumbbell a fright  
and make him think wiser, be more obiedent ya know." What  
they didn't know, was that Gar was the beast that roamed the  
country side and destroyed and devoured those that either got  
in his way or were targeted for his hunger that their flesh would  
sate.  
  
"Quite, lets go to our room." And so they went up into their room  
together and Gar could hear them grunting and groaning. Closing his  
eyes he weeped, he hadn't weeped since the night he'd first  
lived here. How he wished he could escape, but he knew no one to turn  
to, nor anywhere to go. Somehow he'd have to get away.  
  

 

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