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Kara made her way south, doing her best to keep up a fast pace amid the trees. She knew the human settlement was to the in that direction; she had visited it long ago with Nayruth; a group of cottages by a small river. However, that had been many years ago. Out of some kind of naïve optimism, she'd hoped to run into Hood once she got going, but it had already been several hours, and as the minutes stretched on, she appreciated more and more how unlikely that was. Hood was slow, but he'd had half a day's head-start.

From time-to-time, she found herself peering into the distance, looking for any sign of that scarlet cloak amid the green. Each time her hopes were dashed, but a few minutes later, she'd catch herself doing it again, ever the optimist. This latest time was just as fruitless, but she did at least spot shafts of sunlight streaming through the canopy in the distance; perhaps some kind of clearing.

Those shafts of sunlight dimmed and vanished, and the bright green of the forest faded to a less vibrant hue. Soon she heard running water.

She had found a small river, or perhaps a large stream, snaking its way through the forest. It divided the trees, exposing a ribbon of the sky above, a sky that had changed from the earlier summer's blue to a grey as dark as her fur. A bolt of lightning lit up the clouds, overwhelming her vision and lighting up everything around her in a burst of white. As it faded, thunder rumbled through the air, echoing off the trunks of the trees.

Still, she was certain that this was the river that would lead her to Hood's home, and she picked up her pace. In moments, she felt the air grow clammy and cold, before feeling the tell-tale sensation of water droplets on her ears, head and shoulders. There was another rumble of thunder, and all at once, the heavens opened with a torrential downpour.

The raindrops beat against the leaves and branches, and in moments, Kara was drenched. It was so severe that visibility was cut down to about thirty feet. Still, she jogged onward, footpaws squelching against the muddy ground, following the river downstream. At times she waded through waist-deep water, at others she climbed over undergrowth, and soon she had lost any sense of how far she had travelled. Only when she started to wonder if she was following the right river was she rewarded by the first sign of what she was searching for.

It was faint, and she judged it to be still about half a mile off, but it was unmistakable. Through the curtain of rain she could just make out the soft, orange glow of a firelight.

Kara stepped away from the river and approached the source of the glow, and as she grew closer, the silhouette of a forest cottage emerged from the rain. It was two-storey, with walls built of what she guessed to be local stone, and large enough to have several rooms, judging by the wooden-shuttered windows on either side of the central front-door. The peaked roof was thatched, of a shape interrupted by the stone chimney that jutted up from one end. However, no smoke seemed to be coming from the chimney, and no light emanated from behind those window-shutters. Instead, the light she had seen from afar was spilling out the wide-open door of an adjacent building; an entirely wooden-and-thatch construction that Kara judged to be a stable; though from this angle she couldn't see what was inside.

She crept closer, though she realised that was probably being too careful at this point. The sound of the rain, running off the leaves of the trees and beating against the ground was, by now, a deafening roar; she probably could've shouted at the top of her lungs and no-one inside would hear her. Still, soon she found herself next to the stable door, backed up to the wall.

She took a moment to be glad that the edge of the roof shielded her from the rain, but that reprieve was interrupted by an unexpected sound:

A swish and crack, followed by a whimper.

Curious, she edged up to the doorway, only to hear the same sounds again, and with the utmost care, she turned around, and leaned just enough to peek inside.

The first thing Kara noticed was the source of the light; a bright lantern, hanging at the far end of the stable. Burning with an oily flicker, it took her eyes a few moments to adjust to it, before she was able to make out the silhouettes of two figures.

The first, the larger of the pair, was a human woman. She was tall for a human, and paced from side-to-side, striding with an absolute confidence that even Kara found unsettling. She had brown hair, tied up in a ponytail, leaving thick bangs to hang over the front of her face. That ponytail was long, and hung down the back of her corset top; a corset that did little to disguise the woman's curvy, chubby figure, with a belly and breasts that almost spilled out of it when she moved; a figure so voluptuous as to rival Kara's own. A long skirt hung from her waist, down to her booted feet.

She was holding an object in each hand as she paced; in her left, a long, flexible switch; a cut branch of yew wood. In her right, she held a large, metal-bladed hatchet that glinted in the firelight with a fresh, sharpened edge.

The other figure was smaller; right away Kara recognised it was the naked form of Hood. He was standing, yet with slumped shoulders, with his arms raised high. In moments she noticed that he was bound at the wrists, tethered to a rope which hung from the ceiling; one that was only just long enough for him to keep his feet on the ground.

“One more!" the woman snarled, and pulled back her left arm, lifting the switch high into the air. At her words, Hood tensed up, and only then did Kara notice that his tender butt was now covered in rosy lash-marks.

The sight caused her to take a sharp intake of breath, and a wave of sympathy rose up in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to barge in and stop the proceedings, but just as she prepared herself to do so, the woman's movement brought a flesh glint from the blade of her hatchet. Kara could only grind her teeth and watch.

The woman let fly with her left arm, moving with such speed to cause the yew switch to curve in the air. It struck Hood's bare, girlish bottom with a powerful [i]crack[/i] that filled the air inside the stable, with such force that two horses, kept in stalls on opposite sides of the straw-covered room, reared in alarm.

Hood cried out, but if the woman noticed, she didn't react. Instead, she walked around his front, and stabbed the switch into the straw-covered ground. Now with one hand free, she reached out to grab his chin. She lifted it up until Kara believed she was staring into his eyes, then ran that hand down his body, until it reached his crotch. Her arm tightened, and Hood jerked up to stand, trembling on his tip-toes, for all the world like an obedient dog.

Kara dug her claws into the wooden wall in front of her as she continued to watch, straining to listen over the sound of the rain.

“Worthless," the woman said. “What am I going to do with you? I'm supposed to mould you into a man worth [i]my[/i] dowry? What a joke."

She released him from her grip. As Hood relaxed, the woman brought that hand up to wipe away the sweat on her face, only to stop, as if noticing something. She brought that hand close to her nose, and her eyes opened wide.

“And you've cum! Who did it? You?"

Hood didn't answer, prompting the woman to slap him across the face with a backhand so powerful that he swung to the left, spinning in his restraint, until he was facing in Kara's direction. As soon as he stopped moving, the woman marched around his front and hefted up her hatchet, angling the blade until the very edge touched his inner thigh. She teased apart his legs, until she was able to line it up with the edge of his manhood, and kept it still until he stopped whimpering.

“Piece of shit! I decide when you get to use these, me!"

He said something in response, but it was barely a whisper, causing the woman to turn the hatchet so more of the blade lay against his bare skin.

“What was that?" she asked.

“Yes, Brunhilde," he repeated, his eyes fixed upon the ground.

There, they stood, while Kara's heart was beating so fast that she was terrified one of them would hear it. Moments passed which felt like hours, until Brunhilde relented, and pulled the hatchet away from his groin.

She stepped close to him, and cradled his head against her breasts, which were still threatening to spill out of her corset.

“Now, now," she cooed, “I think it's time for a lesson." As she spoke, she ran her free hand down the front of Hood's body, past his navel, and ran her fingers along his flaccid cock. She placed her forefinger and thumb around his length, and with a slow movement, pulled back Hood's foreskin, exposing his soft, pink head. Still keeping her head against her breasts, she stroked back and forth, rolling that skin forward and back, until Hood's cock started to respond to her touch, stiffening up in her grip. Soft moans emerged from Hood's mouth, and his chest rose and fall with her rhythm, but he continued to stare at the ground.

“Wonderful, such a good girl," she said, as she started to untie her long skirt at the waist, and once it was undone, she released it, letting it fall to the ground. What Kara saw beneath it gave her a feeling of déjà vu, for beneath that skirt was not what Kara had expected.

From the groin of the curvaceous human huntress hung a cock; uncut and of a size that most human men would envy. However, a second surprise came when she turned Hood until Kara was watching him in profile. She released his cock and faced him, then lifted up her closer leg, only for Kara to see that behind her cock and hanging balls, set between her thighs, were a maiden's nethers.

She leaned forwards, and placed one hand on his shoulder for balance as she continued to hold the hatchet in the other. Then, with a fluid thrust of her hips, she took Hood's cock into her opening, leaving her own length to press up against his stomach. The two of them moaned in pleasure, then, while Hood stood as rigid as a board, Brunhilde rode him in this standing posture, in slow, deliberate movements. Each time his moans would escalate, she would stop moving just long enough to let him calm down, then she'd start up again.

Before Kara's eyes, Brunhilde's cock, pressed between them, stiffened up, becoming harder, throbbing with serpentine veins that popped out along its length. The uncut length grew longer and girthier until her foreskin rolled itself back, revealing a shiny, pre-cum-covered purple head.

At that instant, Brunhilde pulled herself away from Hood, leaving him to slump once more, his hard cock bobbing in the stable air, untouched, but glistening from her juices.

She walked around behind him, over to the far side of the stable, and for the first time Kara saw a pulley that led up to the rope on the ceiling. Brunhilde turned the crank, lengthening the rope, adding a few feet of slack.

[i]Are you ever going to put down that damned hatchet?[/i] She thought.

Brunhilde shoved Hood forwards, causing his shoulders to dip, raising his tender, whiplashed rump, and for an instant, Kara was reminded of that moment in the arena, when her own arms were bound by two of her kin.

“Y'know, Hood," Brunhilde said, as she squared up behind him, running her hand up and down her length, which by now was pointing at his rear, “I think I like you better as a proper girl, and girls don't need those pesky boy bits."

She leaned over him, bringing her face close to his ear.

“If you don't cum, maybe I could just keep ignoring them." She tossed the hatchet up in the air. Kara stared at it, almost [i]willing[/i] it to land out of reach, but after it spun a full revolution, she caught it with the same hand. “But if you do, well, let's just see what happens."

Kara's jaw throbbed in pain from the grinding of her teeth as she looked on in frustration.

Brunhilde lined herself up, grabbed Hood's thighs, then with a thrust, sank her cock into his human tail-hole right down to the hilt!

Hood stiffened up, his eyes opening wide, tears forming in them, before Kara could watch no more.

She spun around, placing her back against the wall, but even that couldn't get her away from the rhythmic sound as the savage Brunhilde mated him. She brought her paws up to cover her ears as her mind raced for a way to stop her; perhaps raid the cottage for a weapon, or find some rocks in the forest and fashion a sling…

Before she could come up with a plan, something forced her paw.

In the distance, through the undergrowth, she spotted two points of light, reflecting the glow of the stable's lantern; a pair of watching eyes. Her feelings of sympathy were dowsed by dread.

Vargas had found her.

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