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                I guess

I've left you hanging as to what I did next. I apologize about that. The little

one I had just sated my anger on, well he was lying there, still tied and

sobbing. I think it was the first time he had ever had a good dose of

reality.  I'm not saying I was right in

what I was doing, but it certainly beat killing them outright.  Regardless of what I did I needed to set an

example for everyone to follow.                That

concept led me to another thought. This cub was feisty and probably not worth

the trouble in the long run. Oh sure I could repeatedly rape him, but I would

have to keep him tied down, and watching after three youngsters was not

something I was looking forward to. So I guessed that meant I could either kill

him and be done with it or I could let him go, to run back to his camp with his

tail between his legs. That decision would either keep them away from me, or

bring them down on my head in full force.                 I went

and got my father's old saber from the nook where it had set in for years. I

pulled it out of the scabbard. "Look son, I've got a choice here. I figure I

can't keep you, and since not, what do I do with you?" I stuck the tip of the

blade against his nose. He held very, very still.                "You

see, since I know you'll be too much trouble to keep, I think perhaps I should

kill you. Cut your head off maybe and put it on my wall. Then your little

friends here will get the idea that I'm not someone they want to mess with."                I could

smell urine and I smiled grimly. It didn't matter who did it. I was making my

point quite clearly.  "So what will it

be? Do I cut your head off, or maybe just your paws? That's the old punishment

for stealing."                I

grabbed his paw, which was still tied, and placed the edge of the blade against

his wrist. He struggled, but was careful not to move that particular part of

his anatomy. I let go and grabbed his tail. "Or maybe I should keep myself a

little souvenir." He could feel the sharp edge as I pressed it right under his

tail, where it was already smarting.                "Or

maybe I should let a few of my friends have you. I don't need three little

troublemakers to get my satisfaction. You know old Desthin has a bigger cock

than I do? I bet you'd like him!"                The boy

finally broke. "No don't! I'm sorry."                "You

are sorry; a sorry little excuse for a living creature. I don't blame you

entirely, considering the way you've been raised, but then again, we all make

choices we have to live with. Which brings me right back to what I'm going to

do with you. "                I

brought down the blade and severed one of the lines restraining him. I then cut

the remaining ones. "Get out!"                He ran

without a backward look, pulling his clothing together as best he could. I

figured he could find his way out of the house. I know I certainly wouldn't

linger under this roof with a big bad wolf holding a sword over my head. But I had

thought he might at least stand up for his friends, or sister if that happened

to the case. I guess family ties and loyalties were a fragile item in the gypsy

world.                I

turned to the other two. "So who's next?"                All I

got were whimpers and whines. "Luckily for you, I don't feel like

taking out my recompense on your hides. So here's the thing. Like your little

friend there who just ran off and left you here, I could let you go, but where

would the satisfaction be in that? So that means that for now, I keep you. But

that leaves me with another dilemma. Should I leave you tied up, or should I

untie you and lock you somewhere where you can't escape."                "If -

if - if you untie us, we'll promise not to try to escape."                "Is

that so?" What's the promise of a gypsy worth?" I spit on the floor. "Not as

much as my spit is worth. No, I think I'll leave you here."                I

turned to go. A plaintive cry came from the fox girl. "Please don't leave us

down here in the dark!"  "And if I do, what are you going to

do about it?"                "N-n-n-n-n-othing."                "Right.

Nothing.  I could leave you down here

until you starve. But I won't."                I cut

their bonds, letting them loose, though I kept the sword pointed at them. "Clothing

off! If you think you're going to slip out sight unseen, know that you'll be

doing so with any protection or covering. I should have done that to the boy.

That was your brother, wasn't it?" It was hardly a question.                "Rafeal.

Yes."                "Oh, he

had a name did he? What's yours?"                "Petra,

and this is Norla."                The

ferret was shaking in her shoes, which was one of the few things she was

wearing.  I stared at her with the

angriest look I could muster. I was starting to feel less inclined towards

violence at this point and that would never do. I was still standing there

undressed, so I made a concerted effort to stimulate my cock. A few inches peeked

out of my sheath. I saw her look down and gulp.                "Your

clothing is still on girls. I said off."                They

didn't move until I lowered the point of my blade at their throats. "I can cut

it off a piece at a time, or if you like, I can remove portions of your anatomy

a bit at a time. Your choice." Ratty, flea-infested clothing hit the floor.They were much like they appeared

before; young, stupid, gullible underage ruffians. Their parents should be here

getting this treatment, but in lieu of that, I had them.  I think the parents would have given more

satisfaction in the long run, but what was I to do? I took what was on my

property and I figured I would settle with that. My conscience was clear as far

as that went, even though I would have preferred the law to handle it.                 I took

them upstairs and drew a bath. I intended for them to sleep with me in the

normal chamber; one I could lock. I wasn't too afraid for my life, because as I

warned them, anything they did to piss me off was going to come back to haunt

them. And they knew I meant business after witnessing what I did to the boy. I

tossed them both into the water, and you would have thought they didn't know

what a bath was. It turns out they didn't. Outside of swimming in the streams, rivers

and ponds, they had no concept of bathing. So I had to help them with it.                I had a

few old bars of soap made in town by the Lyecrafter's Guild, and while I was a

simple kind of guy, I did have a few bars of rosemary scented soaps I had been

talked into buying. I never used them myself, because the only reason I would

ever want to smell that fresh was if I were to go looking for another mate, and

that was never going to happen. But it would be perfect for sprucing these two

up.                Oh, I don't

mind odors, but I didn't want to go to bed with these two and have them stink

up my sheets. Yes, I was going to make them sleep with me. I couldn't think of

a kinder way of keeping them under wraps.                I got

the soap wet and worked up a lather. I scrubbed their fur three times apiece

until I was satisfied they were clean. The fleas bobbing on the surface looked

like pepper floating on the top of a kettle of soup. It was disgusting.                I dried

them off, and gave special attention to their ears. By the time I was done, my towels

were a wreck, but I figured they could help me with the wash come morning. I didn't

intend to do my laundry alone.                 As it

was, they remained quiet and placid, even climbing into the bed without a word.

Luckily for them I wasn't feeling as angry as I was at the beginning on the

evening. I put a big arm around each one and pulled their damp bodies close. We

all fell asleep in a matter of no time.                It was

late in the morning before we awoke. I half expected to find the little ones

gone, for I had slept quite soundly. But they only stirred after I did. Apparently

it had been a stressful night for them. Without knowing completely why, I gave

them a squeeze. I felt little squeezes in return. I have to admit it startled

me.                I got

up and made us a breakfast, steadfastly refusing to give them back their

clothing. "That stuff is garbage. I don't have anything here that will fit you,

but if you're good, I might buy you something." I couldn't believe I was saying

this, because last night I could have torn them to pieces without another

thought. My methods for doing so might have varied, but I knew I was capable of

it.                I guess

it was their good manners and behavior that swayed me. I never had any cubs of

my own, so I suppose there was a place in my heart for them. But that didn't

mean I wasn't going to dole out punishment I felt they deserved. While they

were cubs, they weren't my cubs.                 Despite

this, my resolve wavered. As they sat at the table, nude, with their short legs

dangling above the floor, I felt pity on them. They stuffed in food like they

had never eaten before. It was then that I decided that the best method for

dealing with them wasn't the direction I was headed. True, I had no remorse for

what I did to the boy. He was an ass, and I didn't mean that as in equine. I

had a feeling he was a lot like his father, and probably his uncles and every

other male in the group.                "Petra."                She

jumped.                "Yes?"                "Are

you ready for your punishment?"                Her

eyes went down. "Yes, I suppose."                "What

do you think I should do?"                "It

doesn't matter. Whatever you think I deserve."                This

was odd. I figured she'd try to get a lesser sentence than her brother. "Uh,

I'm beginning to wonder if you deserve any punishment at all. What's the deal

with you? You're so different from your brother."                "It is

not my brother's fault. Men are superior and the females do what they say. We

all do."                "And

what have they had you do?"                Her

eyes went down. "Everything."                I got

her point rather quickly. "Things like I did to your brother?"                "Yes."                Suddenly

I was angry. I wasn't a harsh man, not normally, even if I was capable of doing

dastardly things. But I only acted when provoked. These gypsies sounded just

awful. Yes, so was my raping that little ruffian, but I only did it once and

let him go, hopefully for the only time. But I got the impression these girl

suffered regularly. And that made me mad.                I made up

my mind that if anyone was going to pay for the crimes that had been rendered

against me, it was the adults. That meant I was going to have to go after them

instead of the kids. Or at least the females I guess.                  "Petra,

there will be no punishment. I feel that if there is to be any punishment there

are others who deserve it more than you do."                She

looked both relieved and alarmed. "What are you going to do?""I think that I'm going to take out

the males, one at a time and deal unto them what I planned on doing to you.                 "But what of us?"                "What

do you mean?"                "If you

take out the men, what will happen to us kids, or our moms?"                Of

course she had to bring up more moral issues. But that was true. What would

happen to the others if I took out the males? They might be jerks, but they

were the only thing the group had to hold them together. "What's your mom like honey?"                "Dead."                That

hit me like a thunderbolt. "I'm sorry honey. I had no idea."                Now my

plans weren't as solidly set as I had just formulated them to be. There would

be repercussions from anything I chose to do.                 "How

big is your group?"                She

counted on her fingers. "Twenty two I think."                "How

many adult males?"                "Seven

I guess."                That

was manageable. If I took one out at a time, until they were all down, and I

didn't kill them but just showed them the error of their ways, then maybe I

could do some good. But was that going to be enough?                "What

about your friend here? Does she have a mother?"                "Yes."                I

turned to that girl. "Do you want to go back to your camp?"                She

hesitated. I could see her thinking. "I guess so."                "Ok.

For now you'll stay here. If I catch you trying to leave without my permission,

I'll make you wish you were never born. After I'm done, if you want to leave,

you can. And if you want to stay, you can do that too. "                "Why?"                "Why

what?"                "Why

would you be nice to us?"                "Because

I find it hard to blame you for your actions. That boy, now he was nothing but

mouth and attitude. But you have shown yourselves as being graced with a little

whit and decorum. You seem to make choices wisely. And I intend to reward you

for that."                I don't

know if they believed me or not, and in the end it hardly mattered. I had to

come up with a plan to deal with the leaders of their band. I did make a foray

into town to buy some dresses. The seamstress was surprised, but I lied and

said they were for a sister and nieces in the next valley over. I did have a

sister and nieces, but these were not for them.                Luckily,

she had what I needed already in the shop, and I made my purchase and left. The

smaller two items I gave to the girls, and they were so delighted that they

climbed all over me giving me kisses. I had made two new friends rather

quickly.                I then

went and staked out the gypsy camp. I knew that they moved around a lot and

that given a few more weeks they would be on the move again. I could see piles

of stolen stuff, including a few things that belonged to me. There was nothing

like being caught with the goods.                 I

picked one of the male foxes out of the group and narrowed my stalking to him.

It wasn't too difficult, since they were so cocky. I followed him around until

he stopped to relieve himself and took the opportunity to pounce. I had a Billy

club and one blow was enough to put him down. I tossed him over my shoulder and

carried him back to my home, having no idea who he was and feeling that it

hardly mattered. It was my intention to keep the girls separated from the

adults for I doubted they wanted to witness again that which I intended to do

to their leaders.                When

this fellow woke up, he found himself in an interesting predicament. He was

tied up down in the basement and wearing a lovely dress. It was my intention to

treat the males like they treated the females. Like that like fox boy I let go,

I figured a dose of what they did to females might teach them a lesson.                 He

groaned as he woke up, and when he got his head clear, he noticed a big mirror

in front of him and in its reflection he could see me. I was stark naked. He also

noted his feminine clothing.                "What

the hell is going on?" I was surprised to hear him speaking in the local tongue

and not his own.                "Nothing

much. I needed a little pussy to satisfy my needs and I chose you!"                His

head wrenched back as he tried to look at me. I think maybe he thought this was

a joke. He saw me stroking my cock and knew immediately that he was in trouble.

I went in dry. There was no warning outside of the yank on his tail. I figured

there was no point in slacking on the lesson I was going to be teaching.                OK, so

I spit on the end a little. I didn't feel like dealing with a bloody cock by

the time I was done. I wasn't quite that mean-spirited.                Still,

his screams filled the room. Hell, he was nearly as tight as that little rascal

I worked over earlier. I have to admit that I was beginning to find this course

of action to be most gratifying. It could have been totally avoided had they

simply refrained from stealing from me, but in love and war, all things were

fair. I ground my cock in, using his tail as leverage in holding his struggling

body still while I worked it in inch after inch.                I

figured if he was going to be this cowardly now, he had another thing coming

when I knotted up. Heck, even the kid had dealt with it better.                From

the back, with the dress on, this fellow looked just like any other vixen in

the crowd. And his ass; well if I didn't think about it too much, it could be

just what I was used too, only a whole lot tighter. There was absolutely nothing

wrong with that!                His

screaming was music to my ears, not because I was cruel, but because I knew it

was the sound of justice being served. I could have gone about it differently.

I could have simply killed him and the law would have overlooked it. Doing

that, what would the end result have been? Nothing at all really, at least

nothing worthwhile. In this case, I would make my displeasure known all the

while deriving at least a little enjoyment out of the lesson.                I

burrowed my cock in deep, and I do mean deep. I screwed his hole until my knot

inflated and then the yelling really started. I had a feeling that despite the

thick stone walls between me and the girls, they were probably hearing at least

a little of this. Maybe that was no bad thing.                My

quarry was obviously not enjoying it at all, but then again, that was the point.

Like that little runt I started with, I had a feeling that I wouldn't need to

go through the entire group before they got the idea and left; hopefully

forever. I hate to sound uncaring for others, but as long as they left my

little section of the world alone, I didn't care what they did. Elsewhere, they

would be someone else's problem.                 But

until then, I was going to make their lives miserable. After all, I was

repaying the debt I owed them for their constant thievery. It wasn't ideal, but

it was all the medication I had available that would salve my soul. It cannot

be said that I hadn't tried to go through the proper routes. The law said I was

allowed to act if the kingdom was under attack, and I got that the law could be

bent in my favor. So here I was, doing battle with the enemy.                 I

chuckled in mid thrust. My enemy was pretty much subdued at the moment.                 I

continued to work away on him, making sure he felt every inch of my cock. Not

only would he be walking funny, assuming he could walk after this, but he was

going to be going back with a message.                "Listen

up. I have only a few words to say and I won't be repeating them. Once I'm

doing making you my little bitch, I'm setting you free. You go back to your

camp and you tell them what I have done, just in case the boy kept his mouth

shut for once. You tell them that I will hunt all the menfolk down, and I will

do this to each and every one of them. And when I am done, I will have no

qualms about stringing you all up by your balls."                I

stopped because I could feel the rise that foretold my impending release. I

figured one thing at a time and for the moment, this took precedent. I grabbed

him hard and thrust into his rear like a bull seeing red. When I was done, this

fellow's voice was hoarse and down to a whisper. I say voice, but I guess I

should say his screaming. Words were likely too hard to form while I was giving

him his punishment.                "I'm

giving you all two days to clear out. After that, none of you are safe. I will

pick you off one at a time, even if you think you're protected by your numbers.

Do I make myself clear?"                I

didn't get an immediate response. Since my knot was still engorged, I pulled

back with a sharp tug. He yelped. "Do you understand?'                "Yes," came

the whimper.                "Good!

When we disconnect I'm setting you free. You had better run as fast as your

legs will carry you. You tell the others and you make sure they understand.

Because if I find out you're not gone, you'll wish you had listened."                I was

true to my word. When my knot faded and I pulled out, I let him go. He hardly

ran, but then again, he made a pretty fast waddle. He was leaving in the dress,

mostly because I found the idea humorous. It was one last indignity to send him

on his way.                I

locked up the house and looked up the girls. They were drawing with some

charcoal on the wall, which was no terrible thing. One of the two had some real

talent. They looked alarmed until I dismissed their actions as irrelevant to

the situation.                "Girls,

you may leave whenever you wish, taking your dresses with you. I will not stand

in your way; not now, not tomorrow, not ever. On the same note however, you may

also stay. The choice is yours."                They shared

a look. "What will we have to do if we stay?"                "For

one, you'll have to attend school. I'll not have you living under my roof and

not bettering yourself. Anything less and I'll feel that I'm just wasting my

time."                "School?"                "Yes

school. You might as well learn to read and write. Learning a few more manners

might not be bad either."                I heard

a few gulps.                "Ok. What

else?"                "I'll expect

you to help out around here. I give no free rides, even if I did essentially

kidnap you."                "What about...?"                I eyed

the little vixen carefully. "Yes?"                "You

know. The stuff you do naked."                "We'll

see. That's not my primary concern."                "Oh.

Ok. You seem like you could be nice about it."                I took

that as a compliment after doing what I had done to the others. "We'll see. For

now, you need to make your choices. I keep my word. So if you want to go then

leave. Otherwise, I'll clear out a room for each of you to be your own."                Two

sets of eyes went wide with disbelief.                 "Really?"                "Really."