{"sf1_id":805495,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Dealing With the Gypsies, Part 2","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":4037,"posted_at":"2015-01-09T16:26:00.000Z","tags":["Abduction","Anal","Cub (clean)","Ferret","Fox","Gypsy","M/M","NC","Punishment","Rape","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/805495-dealing-with-the-gypsies-part-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/805495","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=805495\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"                I guess\nI've left you hanging as to what I did next. I apologize about that. The little\none I had just sated my anger on, well he was lying there, still tied and\nsobbing. I think it was the first time he had ever had a good dose of\nreality.  I'm not saying I was right in\nwhat I was doing, but it certainly beat killing them outright.  Regardless of what I did I needed to set an\nexample for everyone to follow.                That\nconcept led me to another thought. This cub was feisty and probably not worth\nthe trouble in the long run. Oh sure I could repeatedly rape him, but I would\nhave to keep him tied down, and watching after three youngsters was not\nsomething I was looking forward to. So I guessed that meant I could either kill\nhim and be done with it or I could let him go, to run back to his camp with his\ntail between his legs. That decision would either keep them away from me, or\nbring them down on my head in full force.                 I went\nand got my father's old saber from the nook where it had set in for years. I\npulled it out of the scabbard. \"Look son, I've got a choice here. I figure I\ncan't keep you, and since not, what do I do with you?\" I stuck the tip of the\nblade against his nose. He held very, very still.                \"You\nsee, since I know you'll be too much trouble to keep, I think perhaps I should\nkill you. Cut your head off maybe and put it on my wall. Then your little\nfriends here will get the idea that I'm not someone they want to mess with.\"                I could\nsmell urine and I smiled grimly. It didn't matter who did it. I was making my\npoint quite clearly.  \"So what will it\nbe? Do I cut your head off, or maybe just your paws? That's the old punishment\nfor stealing.\"                I\ngrabbed his paw, which was still tied, and placed the edge of the blade against\nhis wrist. He struggled, but was careful not to move that particular part of\nhis anatomy. I let go and grabbed his tail. \"Or maybe I should keep myself a\nlittle souvenir.\" He could feel the sharp edge as I pressed it right under his\ntail, where it was already smarting.                \"Or\nmaybe I should let a few of my friends have you. I don't need three little\ntroublemakers to get my satisfaction. You know old Desthin has a bigger cock\nthan I do? I bet you'd like him!\"                The boy\nfinally broke. \"No don't! I'm sorry.\"                \"You\nare sorry; a sorry little excuse for a living creature. I don't blame you\nentirely, considering the way you've been raised, but then again, we all make\nchoices we have to live with. Which brings me right back to what I'm going to\ndo with you. \"                I\nbrought down the blade and severed one of the lines restraining him. I then cut\nthe remaining ones. \"Get out!\"                He ran\nwithout a backward look, pulling his clothing together as best he could. I\nfigured he could find his way out of the house. I know I certainly wouldn't\nlinger under this roof with a big bad wolf holding a sword over my head. But I had\nthought he might at least stand up for his friends, or sister if that happened\nto the case. I guess family ties and loyalties were a fragile item in the gypsy\nworld.                I\nturned to the other two. \"So who's next?\"                All I\ngot were whimpers and whines. \"Luckily for you, I don't feel like\ntaking out my recompense on your hides. So here's the thing. Like your little\nfriend there who just ran off and left you here, I could let you go, but where\nwould the satisfaction be in that? So that means that for now, I keep you. But\nthat leaves me with another dilemma. Should I leave you tied up, or should I\nuntie you and lock you somewhere where you can't escape.\"                \"If -\nif - if you untie us, we'll promise not to try to escape.\"                \"Is\nthat so?\" What's the promise of a gypsy worth?\" I spit on the floor. \"Not as\nmuch as my spit is worth. No, I think I'll leave you here.\"                I\nturned to go. A plaintive cry came from the fox girl. \"Please don't leave us\ndown here in the dark!\"  \"And if I do, what are you going to\ndo about it?\"                \"N-n-n-n-n-othing.\"                \"Right.\nNothing.  I could leave you down here\nuntil you starve. But I won't.\"                I cut\ntheir bonds, letting them loose, though I kept the sword pointed at them. \"Clothing\noff! If you think you're going to slip out sight unseen, know that you'll be\ndoing so with any protection or covering. I should have done that to the boy.\nThat was your brother, wasn't it?\" It was hardly a question.                \"Rafeal.\nYes.\"                \"Oh, he\nhad a name did he? What's yours?\"                \"Petra,\nand this is Norla.\"                The\nferret was shaking in her shoes, which was one of the few things she was\nwearing.  I stared at her with the\nangriest look I could muster. I was starting to feel less inclined towards\nviolence at this point and that would never do. I was still standing there\nundressed, so I made a concerted effort to stimulate my cock. A few inches peeked\nout of my sheath. I saw her look down and gulp.                \"Your\nclothing is still on girls. I said off.\"                They\ndidn't move until I lowered the point of my blade at their throats. \"I can cut\nit off a piece at a time, or if you like, I can remove portions of your anatomy\na bit at a time. Your choice.\" Ratty, flea-infested clothing hit the floor.They were much like they appeared\nbefore; young, stupid, gullible underage ruffians. Their parents should be here\ngetting this treatment, but in lieu of that, I had them.  I think the parents would have given more\nsatisfaction in the long run, but what was I to do? I took what was on my\nproperty and I figured I would settle with that. My conscience was clear as far\nas that went, even though I would have preferred the law to handle it.                 I took\nthem upstairs and drew a bath. I intended for them to sleep with me in the\nnormal chamber; one I could lock. I wasn't too afraid for my life, because as I\nwarned them, anything they did to piss me off was going to come back to haunt\nthem. And they knew I meant business after witnessing what I did to the boy. I\ntossed them both into the water, and you would have thought they didn't know\nwhat a bath was. It turns out they didn't. Outside of swimming in the streams, rivers\nand ponds, they had no concept of bathing. So I had to help them with it.                I had a\nfew old bars of soap made in town by the Lyecrafter's Guild, and while I was a\nsimple kind of guy, I did have a few bars of rosemary scented soaps I had been\ntalked into buying. I never used them myself, because the only reason I would\never want to smell that fresh was if I were to go looking for another mate, and\nthat was never going to happen. But it would be perfect for sprucing these two\nup.                Oh, I don't\nmind odors, but I didn't want to go to bed with these two and have them stink\nup my sheets. Yes, I was going to make them sleep with me. I couldn't think of\na kinder way of keeping them under wraps.                I got\nthe soap wet and worked up a lather. I scrubbed their fur three times apiece\nuntil I was satisfied they were clean. The fleas bobbing on the surface looked\nlike pepper floating on the top of a kettle of soup. It was disgusting.                I dried\nthem off, and gave special attention to their ears. By the time I was done, my towels\nwere a wreck, but I figured they could help me with the wash come morning. I didn't\nintend to do my laundry alone.                 As it\nwas, they remained quiet and placid, even climbing into the bed without a word.\nLuckily for them I wasn't feeling as angry as I was at the beginning on the\nevening. I put a big arm around each one and pulled their damp bodies close. We\nall fell asleep in a matter of no time.                It was\nlate in the morning before we awoke. I half expected to find the little ones\ngone, for I had slept quite soundly. But they only stirred after I did. Apparently\nit had been a stressful night for them. Without knowing completely why, I gave\nthem a squeeze. I felt little squeezes in return. I have to admit it startled\nme.                I got\nup and made us a breakfast, steadfastly refusing to give them back their\nclothing. \"That stuff is garbage. I don't have anything here that will fit you,\nbut if you're good, I might buy you something.\" I couldn't believe I was saying\nthis, because last night I could have torn them to pieces without another\nthought. My methods for doing so might have varied, but I knew I was capable of\nit.                I guess\nit was their good manners and behavior that swayed me. I never had any cubs of\nmy own, so I suppose there was a place in my heart for them. But that didn't\nmean I wasn't going to dole out punishment I felt they deserved. While they\nwere cubs, they weren't my cubs.                 Despite\nthis, my resolve wavered. As they sat at the table, nude, with their short legs\ndangling above the floor, I felt pity on them. They stuffed in food like they\nhad never eaten before. It was then that I decided that the best method for\ndealing with them wasn't the direction I was headed. True, I had no remorse for\nwhat I did to the boy. He was an ass, and I didn't mean that as in equine. I\nhad a feeling he was a lot like his father, and probably his uncles and every\nother male in the group.                \"Petra.\"                She\njumped.                \"Yes?\"                \"Are\nyou ready for your punishment?\"                Her\neyes went down. \"Yes, I suppose.\"                \"What\ndo you think I should do?\"                \"It\ndoesn't matter. Whatever you think I deserve.\"                This\nwas odd. I figured she'd try to get a lesser sentence than her brother. \"Uh,\nI'm beginning to wonder if you deserve any punishment at all. What's the deal\nwith you? You're so different from your brother.\"                \"It is\nnot my brother's fault. Men are superior and the females do what they say. We\nall do.\"                \"And\nwhat have they had you do?\"                Her\neyes went down. \"Everything.\"                I got\nher point rather quickly. \"Things like I did to your brother?\"                \"Yes.\"                Suddenly\nI was angry. I wasn't a harsh man, not normally, even if I was capable of doing\ndastardly things. But I only acted when provoked. These gypsies sounded just\nawful. Yes, so was my raping that little ruffian, but I only did it once and\nlet him go, hopefully for the only time. But I got the impression these girl\nsuffered regularly. And that made me mad.                I made up\nmy mind that if anyone was going to pay for the crimes that had been rendered\nagainst me, it was the adults. That meant I was going to have to go after them\ninstead of the kids. Or at least the females I guess.                  \"Petra,\nthere will be no punishment. I feel that if there is to be any punishment there\nare others who deserve it more than you do.\"                She\nlooked both relieved and alarmed. \"What are you going to do?\"\"I think that I'm going to take out\nthe males, one at a time and deal unto them what I planned on doing to you.                 \"But what of us?\"                \"What\ndo you mean?\"                \"If you\ntake out the men, what will happen to us kids, or our moms?\"                Of\ncourse she had to bring up more moral issues. But that was true. What would\nhappen to the others if I took out the males? They might be jerks, but they\nwere the only thing the group had to hold them together. \"What's your mom like honey?\"                \"Dead.\"                That\nhit me like a thunderbolt. \"I'm sorry honey. I had no idea.\"                Now my\nplans weren't as solidly set as I had just formulated them to be. There would\nbe repercussions from anything I chose to do.                 \"How\nbig is your group?\"                She\ncounted on her fingers. \"Twenty two I think.\"                \"How\nmany adult males?\"                \"Seven\nI guess.\"                That\nwas manageable. If I took one out at a time, until they were all down, and I\ndidn't kill them but just showed them the error of their ways, then maybe I\ncould do some good. But was that going to be enough?                \"What\nabout your friend here? Does she have a mother?\"                \"Yes.\"                I\nturned to that girl. \"Do you want to go back to your camp?\"                She\nhesitated. I could see her thinking. \"I guess so.\"                \"Ok.\nFor now you'll stay here. If I catch you trying to leave without my permission,\nI'll make you wish you were never born. After I'm done, if you want to leave,\nyou can. And if you want to stay, you can do that too. \"                \"Why?\"                \"Why\nwhat?\"                \"Why\nwould you be nice to us?\"                \"Because\nI find it hard to blame you for your actions. That boy, now he was nothing but\nmouth and attitude. But you have shown yourselves as being graced with a little\nwhit and decorum. You seem to make choices wisely. And I intend to reward you\nfor that.\"                I don't\nknow if they believed me or not, and in the end it hardly mattered. I had to\ncome up with a plan to deal with the leaders of their band. I did make a foray\ninto town to buy some dresses. The seamstress was surprised, but I lied and\nsaid they were for a sister and nieces in the next valley over. I did have a\nsister and nieces, but these were not for them.                Luckily,\nshe had what I needed already in the shop, and I made my purchase and left. The\nsmaller two items I gave to the girls, and they were so delighted that they\nclimbed all over me giving me kisses. I had made two new friends rather\nquickly.                I then\nwent and staked out the gypsy camp. I knew that they moved around a lot and\nthat given a few more weeks they would be on the move again. I could see piles\nof stolen stuff, including a few things that belonged to me. There was nothing\nlike being caught with the goods.                 I\npicked one of the male foxes out of the group and narrowed my stalking to him.\nIt wasn't too difficult, since they were so cocky. I followed him around until\nhe stopped to relieve himself and took the opportunity to pounce. I had a Billy\nclub and one blow was enough to put him down. I tossed him over my shoulder and\ncarried him back to my home, having no idea who he was and feeling that it\nhardly mattered. It was my intention to keep the girls separated from the\nadults for I doubted they wanted to witness again that which I intended to do\nto their leaders.                When\nthis fellow woke up, he found himself in an interesting predicament. He was\ntied up down in the basement and wearing a lovely dress. It was my intention to\ntreat the males like they treated the females. Like that like fox boy I let go,\nI figured a dose of what they did to females might teach them a lesson.                 He\ngroaned as he woke up, and when he got his head clear, he noticed a big mirror\nin front of him and in its reflection he could see me. I was stark naked. He also\nnoted his feminine clothing.                \"What\nthe hell is going on?\" I was surprised to hear him speaking in the local tongue\nand not his own.                \"Nothing\nmuch. I needed a little pussy to satisfy my needs and I chose you!\"                His\nhead wrenched back as he tried to look at me. I think maybe he thought this was\na joke. He saw me stroking my cock and knew immediately that he was in trouble.\nI went in dry. There was no warning outside of the yank on his tail. I figured\nthere was no point in slacking on the lesson I was going to be teaching.                OK, so\nI spit on the end a little. I didn't feel like dealing with a bloody cock by\nthe time I was done. I wasn't quite that mean-spirited.                Still,\nhis screams filled the room. Hell, he was nearly as tight as that little rascal\nI worked over earlier. I have to admit that I was beginning to find this course\nof action to be most gratifying. It could have been totally avoided had they\nsimply refrained from stealing from me, but in love and war, all things were\nfair. I ground my cock in, using his tail as leverage in holding his struggling\nbody still while I worked it in inch after inch.                I\nfigured if he was going to be this cowardly now, he had another thing coming\nwhen I knotted up. Heck, even the kid had dealt with it better.                From\nthe back, with the dress on, this fellow looked just like any other vixen in\nthe crowd. And his ass; well if I didn't think about it too much, it could be\njust what I was used too, only a whole lot tighter. There was absolutely nothing\nwrong with that!                His\nscreaming was music to my ears, not because I was cruel, but because I knew it\nwas the sound of justice being served. I could have gone about it differently.\nI could have simply killed him and the law would have overlooked it. Doing\nthat, what would the end result have been? Nothing at all really, at least\nnothing worthwhile. In this case, I would make my displeasure known all the\nwhile deriving at least a little enjoyment out of the lesson.                I\nburrowed my cock in deep, and I do mean deep. I screwed his hole until my knot\ninflated and then the yelling really started. I had a feeling that despite the\nthick stone walls between me and the girls, they were probably hearing at least\na little of this. Maybe that was no bad thing.                My\nquarry was obviously not enjoying it at all, but then again, that was the point.\nLike that little runt I started with, I had a feeling that I wouldn't need to\ngo through the entire group before they got the idea and left; hopefully\nforever. I hate to sound uncaring for others, but as long as they left my\nlittle section of the world alone, I didn't care what they did. Elsewhere, they\nwould be someone else's problem.                 But\nuntil then, I was going to make their lives miserable. After all, I was\nrepaying the debt I owed them for their constant thievery. It wasn't ideal, but\nit was all the medication I had available that would salve my soul. It cannot\nbe said that I hadn't tried to go through the proper routes. The law said I was\nallowed to act if the kingdom was under attack, and I got that the law could be\nbent in my favor. So here I was, doing battle with the enemy.                 I\nchuckled in mid thrust. My enemy was pretty much subdued at the moment.                 I\ncontinued to work away on him, making sure he felt every inch of my cock. Not\nonly would he be walking funny, assuming he could walk after this, but he was\ngoing to be going back with a message.                \"Listen\nup. I have only a few words to say and I won't be repeating them. Once I'm\ndoing making you my little bitch, I'm setting you free. You go back to your\ncamp and you tell them what I have done, just in case the boy kept his mouth\nshut for once. You tell them that I will hunt all the menfolk down, and I will\ndo this to each and every one of them. And when I am done, I will have no\nqualms about stringing you all up by your balls.\"                I\nstopped because I could feel the rise that foretold my impending release. I\nfigured one thing at a time and for the moment, this took precedent. I grabbed\nhim hard and thrust into his rear like a bull seeing red. When I was done, this\nfellow's voice was hoarse and down to a whisper. I say voice, but I guess I\nshould say his screaming. Words were likely too hard to form while I was giving\nhim his punishment.                \"I'm\ngiving you all two days to clear out. After that, none of you are safe. I will\npick you off one at a time, even if you think you're protected by your numbers.\nDo I make myself clear?\"                I\ndidn't get an immediate response. Since my knot was still engorged, I pulled\nback with a sharp tug. He yelped. \"Do you understand?'                \"Yes,\" came\nthe whimper.                \"Good!\nWhen we disconnect I'm setting you free. You had better run as fast as your\nlegs will carry you. You tell the others and you make sure they understand.\nBecause if I find out you're not gone, you'll wish you had listened.\"                I was\ntrue to my word. When my knot faded and I pulled out, I let him go. He hardly\nran, but then again, he made a pretty fast waddle. He was leaving in the dress,\nmostly because I found the idea humorous. It was one last indignity to send him\non his way.                I\nlocked up the house and looked up the girls. They were drawing with some\ncharcoal on the wall, which was no terrible thing. One of the two had some real\ntalent. They looked alarmed until I dismissed their actions as irrelevant to\nthe situation.                \"Girls,\nyou may leave whenever you wish, taking your dresses with you. I will not stand\nin your way; not now, not tomorrow, not ever. On the same note however, you may\nalso stay. The choice is yours.\"                They shared\na look. \"What will we have to do if we stay?\"                \"For\none, you'll have to attend school. I'll not have you living under my roof and\nnot bettering yourself. Anything less and I'll feel that I'm just wasting my\ntime.\"                \"School?\"                \"Yes\nschool. You might as well learn to read and write. Learning a few more manners\nmight not be bad either.\"                I heard\na few gulps.                \"Ok. What\nelse?\"                \"I'll expect\nyou to help out around here. I give no free rides, even if I did essentially\nkidnap you.\"                \"What about...?\"                I eyed\nthe little vixen carefully. \"Yes?\"                \"You\nknow. The stuff you do naked.\"                \"We'll\nsee. That's not my primary concern.\"                \"Oh.\nOk. You seem like you could be nice about it.\"                I took\nthat as a compliment after doing what I had done to the others. \"We'll see. For\nnow, you need to make your choices. I keep my word. So if you want to go then\nleave. Otherwise, I'll clear out a room for each of you to be your own.\"                Two\nsets of eyes went wide with disbelief.                 \"Really?\"                \"Really.\"                "}