Love on a Battlefield
#1 of Love on a Battlefield
Just a wee note to my new viewers, this is a story im doing for me and my irl boyfriend, whom i ADORE. anyways, hes helping me writ this, giving ideas, etc... andi must say, working on a yiff story with your mate is AWESOME. espically when we have similar ideas ^_^.
SOO that aside ill tell you now, this is a fairly long story. theres definatly some hot and kinky stuff here, but its not simply a page of two furres fucking, its an actuall story that i plan on continueing. please bear with the back story as it explains a lot of whats going on in here.
that said, enjoy yourself, hope you ave as much fun reading it as i had writing it, and id greatly appreciate any feed back on it. thanks all, now enjow
Love on a Battlefield
Part.1
Gunshots.
Gunshots and pain, the only two sounds that the young husky could hear. The halls resounded with the screams, sobs and curses of the condemned soldiers. Led off by the wickedly grinning extermination squads. Or at least the young husky imagined them grinning, it was impossible to tell what they looked like with those damned masks. How many others had looked into the black mirrored eyes of those combat suits and wondered ‘is there even a man in there?'
Not that the young private would likely have much more time to dwell on the subject. He'd been captured along with his squad over a week ago when their transport had been taken out by one of their pop up auto cannon turrets, more commonly known as ‘grave guns' Every one in the resistance called them that because you didn't even know they were there till you tripped a sensor, then the turrets just popped up right out of what once seemed to be solid dirt or rock, mowing down anything that moved.. And just who were ‘They'? ‘They' were the crack armies of the eastern empire. Destroyed and scattered in the first two succession wars, they had quickly reorganized under one ruler, Khan-Turioc, The most cunning, resourceful, and vicious military general ever to take power in the east in over 400 years. In a very short time, he'd rebuilt the nations of the east from the ashes and ruins of the first succession wars, and made them into an unstoppable juggernaught. He swept over the lands, leaving nothing in his wake. Subverting nearly 70% of the western provinces in only 5 years. The west quickly sued for peace with Kahn-Turioc, and a treaty was signed, ending the third of the wars. Unfortunately, those provinces not returned to the west, and only 20% of the land taken by the east was actually returned, were forced to either accept eastern rule, or fight. Towns became battlefields; churches, schools and malls became bomb shelters, command points and military installations.
Between the east and the west was a neutral zone. A mile wide stretch of land with concrete, chain link and barbed wire fences all along its length. There was a dark joke running among the people on both sides. Passing through that zone was like moving through purgatory on your way to heaven or hell, depending on which way you were traveling.
Not that the young soldier cared much about all that, he was more concerned with his current position. Stripped naked upon capture, arms tied behind his back, gagged and blindfolded. Currently he was chained to a wall; any attempts at trying to get free resulted in a painful electric jolt through a shock ring wrapped around his member. He'd learned about that one the hard way when he'd tried to break the chains and was rewarded with a full minute of painful electric shock.
He heard boots slapping against concrete and a heavy clank at his door. He knew the door was being opened by the draft of air that fell upon his naked body. The chains behind his arms unhooked from the wall and gripped in the viselike hands of an extermination squad trooper and he was led off to one of many death chambers. Much like their name suggested, nothing pleasant ever happened in these rooms. The only hope one had in these rooms was that death would come quickly, though it rarely ever did.
As he entered the room, he could smell death and fear. It surrounded him, it penetrated him and dug deep into the core of his soul. He tried to run but was quickly, and painfully brought down by an ungodly painful jolt in his member. The ring was still in place. The poor husky lay writhing on the floor, unable to scream for the gag still in his mouth. He was dragged over to the deathbed and strapped in. it was something like a surgical table, only it moved, folded and had restraints. It could also be raised or lowered at the head or back, depending on what the user wanted.
Please.... Please... i..it... it can't end like this... not after... I just met him... please.. Please god... don't let it end like this' the poor boy kept thinking those words, begging for help, as so many hundreds of others before him had. He felt movement at his legs, and cried a little as he felt his lower half lifted a little ‘s...so this is how I die.... R..Raped and executed by these bastards... why... why couldn't I have gone with him?'
The husky thought of his lover as the first cock ploughed into him. He thought of the hare he'd fallen in love with, and imagined it was his lover inside him. It helped with the pain, but made him cry more as he thought he'd never see that hare of his. That hare was Lieutenant first class Articus. No one knew his last name, as he said he'd never had one. Known as the 'grey ghost' among both sides. He was a black-op, and no one ever knew he was there, unless he wanted you to. hence his name. He usually worked alone and never let anyone close, but the husky was different, the first time they met was on the rifle range. The hare had been sighting in a scope when he saw the husky, whose name was Jay, though preferred jay, they started talking, and quickly fell in love. And what a love it was. Articus once flattened a heavy rocket handler in a bar after he'd insulted jay. They were together less that a year when they decided to get married. But soon after that articus was called up for a special ops mission. It was just a few days after that, that Jay had been captured, and here he was. In the hands of the eastern armies, being raped, and he knew, about to be executed. After what felt like an eternity, though it may only have been an hour, of painful anal rape, he heard the unmistakable click of a pistol being loaded.
He cried and whimpered for his mate, praying he'd see his loverbunny one more time, when a pair of muffled explosions rocked the room. A handful of quite ‘thup' sounds came to the young mans ears, and suddenly the blindfold was ripped off. Jay lay blinking in the blinding light that followed, and felt himself being freed from the table, and lifted by a pair of strong, familiar paws. He inhaled deeply, and almost squealed in sheer joy as he recognized the smell of his lover. Before Jay could do anything Articus silenced him with a ‘not now love, we have to go', slung the husky over his shoulder, and took off, away from the sound of combat. After almost 10 minutes of running, the two furres finally broke out into the compound, smoke and fire all around them, but free none the less. the young husky didn't have any time to enjoy it though, as he was quickly, and a little hastily, dumped into the back of a transport with around 10 other ex-prisoners, all of them freed during the assault on the enemy base, and each of them holding some form of weapon looted from a dead guards body. Articus banged on the side of the truck and it took off, along with 3 or 4 others, all filled with prisoners, following them were soldiers of the resistance, also know as the free army, riding in jeeps armed with mounted grenade launchers or 20mm machineguns.
Jay sat at the back of the truck, crying to himself over the events of the past few days. All the times he'd been raped by the guards, forced to do things for them he wouldn't have ever done. One particular thing they loved doing to the poor husky was to tie him to a wall, force an ‘almost too large' vibrator inside his ass, and electrify him every time he came, whimpered or moved. or they'd use him as their own private urinal. and hed be forced to either drink it, or be raped and pissed in. It became an almost daily thing for him, as the guards in that particular base seemed to like him more than he'd wanted..
Not that such things were uncommon in those prisons. When you were taken to one of those places your entire life belonged to the guards. They could rape you till you broke down and sobbed like a child and there was nothing you could do about it. Any resistance was met with brutal punishment, and normal life was hard enough with out some of the things they dreamed up in those mini hellholes...
Articus sat down beside his lover at the back of the truck, watching the fires and smoke plumes recede into the darkness. He wrapped an arm around his lover and pulled him close. Jay broke into fresh tears and sobbed into his love's chest, clutching his fur tightly as though he'd never let go. The hare sat there, supporting his mate and nuzzling him reassuringly. He wasn't much for words, but he always spoke in such a soft strong voice. He spoke now to his lover.
"It's ok my love. Its over, your safe now" he pulled Jay closer to him and hugged him tightly, letting him know he'd never leave "They can't hurt you any longer. I promise you hunny.... Ill never, ever leave you again.
Jay just snuggled closer to his lover; the hares fur drying his tears. He looked up into his mate's eyes and kissed him on the lips, and they sat that way, locked in each other's arms for the entire night. On return to the small military base they called home, they both snuck off to their private quarters. Neither wanting to deal with the base commander. There would be time to do that tomorrow. For now, they merely slipped into the bed they had shared together and fell asleep in each others arms, jay's tears dried on his face as he slept in his lovers embrace.