The slaves' hunters

Falynna was exhausted and hungry. The young cheetah didn’t realize before that could be so hard to be one of the King’s messengers. She was walking on the dusty trail across the forest since dawn and her feet were painful now. She had to find a place to take some rest and be able to go further on her journey toward the royal castle…

She jumped over some huge rocks and, from the top of them, watched around her. She immediately spotted some smoke rising lazily between the trees not so far from her. An isolated house, or maybe a small farm where she would find a good meal. Her mouth wetted at this idea and she ran in this direction.

In a big glade she fond a small house and a barn near some vegetables’ fields. "Yuck! I hope these farmers would have some meat too…" She thought. But her instinct told her that something was wrong here: the place was too quiet and it was fulfilled by an odor that she immediately recognized. The smell of blood.

Falynna drew her short sword and moved quickly to the barn’s door. She opened it carefully and took a sight inside. The smell was stronger here and she found the corpses of two dead cows. The cattle had been slain with an useless violence and partially eaten. She managed with difficulty to hold her eager to taste the still warm and bloody meat and headed toward the house.

She kicked the wooden door and jumped inside, ready to fight whoever could be there. But there was nobody in the main room. Broken plates on the floor and up side down furniture told her that some violence occurred here too but there was no blood and no other corpses. She searched in the other rooms but the whole house was empty… She went outside and watched around till she found a clue: some white hair stuck to a tree. Rabbit’s hair, surely one of the farmers.

Following the track let by the aggressors was hard but Falynna was really good at it and she didn’t lost it. One hour later the young cheetah was outside of the forest, near the shore of the Southern Ocean. From the other side of the sand dune she could hear voices and she carefully crawled nearer to see who was there. Wolves. Six of them, wearing leather armors, wooden shields and spears: Archonian mercenaries from the far South. And a dozen of chained captives, small animals (cats, foxes, rabbits and even a couple of sheep) from the nearby area, captured to be sold in slaves’ markets of the Black Islands. Falynna couldn’t hold a whisper of disgust at the sight of the slaves’ hunters. She hated them and she hated what they used to do. Not that she felt any compassion for the captives but these peasants were the only property of her King and as His loyal subject, her duty was to interfere with what was happening here.

While she was wondering what would be the best way to fight alone these six warriors, one of the wolves grabbed a female fox and forced her to follow him behind some rocks away from the group. She screamed and begged him to let her go but he slapped her face twice and laughed when she began to cry.

It was the occasion Falynna waited for. She quickly ran to the rocks, staying always carefully out of sight of the other wolves. The young fox was there, already naked, her clothes torn away. She was lying on her back, the muscular dark wolf between her tights, already raping her roughly. He was moving fast, his big and hard cock coming deep inside his helpless prey, while he held her to the ground with his strong paws on her shoulders. The tiny fox was about to faint when her partner finally cummed inside her. But before he could move Falynna was behind him and stabbed his back with a furious growl. The mercenary tried to stand up but it was too late: the cheetah pushed her blade inside his body until the tip of her sword could be seen out of his chest. He spit some blood and died with a surprised look on his face. Falynna helped the scared fox to walk away and ordered her to stay where she was, under cover of the rocks, while she would try to free the other slaves.

Falynna watched the beach and understood that her situation was getting worse: three of the wolves were approaching, obviously worried not to see their fellow coming back. The fearless cheetah hide herself in the protective shadow of the huge rocks, ready to fight and kill again. The corpse still lying on the sand was a very good bait: when they found it, and before they could really understand what was happening to them, Falynna jumped over them and hit the head of the nearest with her sword. A furious melee began and, at first, the young female seemed to have the upper hand against her opponents. She wounded seriously one of the wolves on his arm and managed to avoid the other’s strikes. But the two warriors were more skilled and experienced than her. She had to retreat until she was cornered against a rock. In a desperate try to break free she charged toward her foes but her thigh was hit by a spear. Moaning in pain she fell on the sand and was viciously kicked in the head by one of the wolves before she faint…

When she woke up, Falynna felt a bit dizzy. Her head was painful but her wounded thigh stopped bleeding and someone even put a dirty bandage on it. Looking around carefully, she understood that she was on a ship, her arms tied up behind her to the mast. She tried to move but the ropes were too tight. The deck was enlightened only by the full moon in the sky above her and she thought that she should have been unconscious for hours. Then, she heard someone walking behind her.

The huge grey wolf suddenly stood in front of her and stared at her from head to toes without a word during a long time. Then he put a large paw on her right tit and spoke "My name is Fraahl, captain of this ship and slaves’ merchant. And you, who the Hell are you?" Trying not to show her fear, she answered "I am Falynna, messenger of the Ardanos kingdom. You don’t have any right to keep me there but if you turn away your ship and set free all your prisoners, maybe the King’s justice will be clement with you and your life would be spared!" With a bestial laugh Fraahl grabbed her jaws and, so close to her that she could feel his breathe on her face, said "You’re wrong my little kitten! Here, on my board, you are not under your king’s protection. I could… and I would… do anything I want to you… before I sell you as a slave for some gold. But a good slave needs to learn discipline and your first lesson begins right now!"

The wolf tore her tunic, staring with lust at her naked body. He forced her to spread her legs and put roughly a finger inside her cunt making her moan. "Hmmm! You’re so tight… still a virgin? Don’t worry, I will remedy to this soon! And now keep your legs open or I will use my claws inside you!" Scared by this threat, Falynna obeyed and let him play for a while with her slid and her clit. Fraahl lifted her legs and put the tip of his long and hard cock against her cunt. With a loud groan of pleasure he penetrated slowly the tight opening, making the young cheetah scream. He inserted his cock as deep as he could before putting it back. With a grim of contentment he saw that there were some blood on it… The tall wolf fucked her new slave faster and faster, scratching her tits and biting them. She was too scared to resist and absolutely disgusted by the things he did to her.

At last, Fraahl cummed abundantly inside her and he stayed there, panting and breathing heavily, blocked inside Falynna’s cunt by his knot. "Hope you enjoyed it because it won’t be the last time I fuck you… And if you’re not obedient enough I would have to whip you or give you to my crew. And believe me you won’t love that!"

Then he grabbed her firm butt and spread her ass cheeks. "Now I will prepare you for your second lesson. Are you ready?" Falynna begged him "Please, don’t hurt me again. I would do whatever you want but just don’t hurt me!" The wolf answered "Of course you will do whatever I want… even if I want to hurt you!" and he put a finger deep inside her asshole. He waited a few seconds before he began to move it slowly in the tight hole sending waves of an unknown and humiliating pleasure to Falynna’s body. With a cruel smile on his face the big wolf said "You seem to enjoy it, little whore! Maybe you are not so useless after all…" He removed his finger and went behind her. He untied the ropes and she fell on the deck, her legs too weak to held her. Before she could stand up or run away he was already on her and cuffed her paws tightly behind her back. He forced her to stay on her knees and pushed on her head until it was against the wooden floor. Then he grabbed her hips and put his cock roughly in her ass. This unexpected violation made her scream like she was disemboweled…

It was long and painful but, finally, Fraahl put back his cock just before he cummed. He soiled her fur, covering her back, her ass and her tail with his sticky semen. Without a look for the humiliated and now tamed cheetah, he ordered to one of his men to bring her in the hold with the other slaves. He went to his cabin, smiling at the idea of the three days of sailing remaining… and the many ways he would use the young slave during this time.