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It is a side story but ended up being much longer than I'd anticipated, about 14,000 words, which I'm informed is longer than a short story and is properly called a \"novelette.\" So, I'm now a novelettist.\n\nI once heard Shakespeare's bloody first play, Titus Andronicus, described as the Bard's \"Quentin Tarantino\" period. I feel that I've done the same thing. I've come out swinging with a grand guignol, a blood-soaked horror of degeneracy. I plan to continue placing stories in the Doral's world, but none of them is likely to get as malignant as this offering. Proceed at your own risk!\n\nTrigger warnings: Contains:\n\nRape\nTorture\nExecution\nMurder\nChild molestation \nRevenge\nViolence\nAI Generated Cover Art\n\nProceed at your own risk. I welcome honest feedback. Really! \n\n\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This nasty little piece is a follow-up to The Doral.  It is a side story but ended up being much longer than I'd anticipated, about 14,000 words, which I'm informed is longer than a short story and is properly called a "novelette."  So, I'm now a novelettist.

I once heard Shakespeare's bloody first play, Titus Andronicus, described as the Bard's "Quentin Tarantino" period.  I feel that I've done the same thing.  I've come out swinging with a grand guignol, a blood-soaked horror of degeneracy.  I plan to continue placing stories in the Doral's world, but none of them is likely to get as malignant as this offering.  Proceed at your own risk!

Trigger warnings:  Contains:

Rape
Torture
Execution
Murder
Child molestation
Revenge
Violence
AI Generated Cover Art

Proceed at your own risk.  I welcome honest feedback.  Really!


", "writing": "Saatah's Story\n\n\tGeneral Saatah walked with his paws relaxed as the garrison commander led him along the cages. He could easily hear the enthusiasm of the crowd nearby, though of course the crowds were much smaller than they had been on that first day. Now the executions were routine, and even the Doral had quit participating regularly, although Saatah believed the great bear was involved today. The General had been proud and glad to be part of the first day's rituals, and that had been enough.\n\n\tThe daily dark revelries were now in their third week. The badger warlord was brought to his iron seat every day, but his mind was clearly gone. He simply stared as the latest of his scions was molested, tortured, and executed as brutally as could be arranged. There was no shortage of furs who wanted to be a part of it; the suffering caused by the badger had been wide and immense. There was no pity for the offspring of this monster.\n\n\tThe atrocities carried out against the Doral's furs had been manifold, and the abuses used to destroy his spawn were just as varied. The cubs were no longer taken in any particular order. After the first three heirs, they were taken without regard to order of succession, boy or girl, legitimate or not. Often the furs permitted to expunge his vermin had specific requests. The bereaved mother of a child who had been impaled was with the Doral today as he throat-fucked a girl, one of the badger's younger offspring, whose teeth had been ripped from her mouth as other furs fucked her. His cock was balls-deep in her bloody mouth. Once the Doral filled the girl's throat with his bear spew, the grieving fox would finish the child.\n\n\tSaatah was inspecting the cells in which the warlord's remaining cubs were kept prisoner. Each kit had a clear view of the latest of the siblings to be chosen for extermination. They weren't forced to watch, but they could not escape the sounds, and few could keep from watching at least some of the rituals. Often, one would watch motionlessly for some time before realizing what they were watching, what the demise of the day's cub signified for themselves, soon.\n\n\tAs Saatah listened to the commander's thorough report, his eye was captured by a particular girl cub, one who had not yet reached adolescence. It was the girl's attention to her sister's demise that first caught his attention. The girl was watching with sympathy but not fear. It was an expression he had not seen on any of the other badger cubs.\n\n\tSaatah's face grew stony as he recognized the kit. She seemed to feel his gaze and turned to look at him. She was puzzled, it seemed, but not afraid. She, of course, would not remember him.\n\n\tBoth the badger and the leopard looked back at the execution platform. The fox mother had driven a blade into the cub's vagina. The blade was 15 inches long and attached to a long pole. A crosspiece prevented the girl from sliding too far down as the pole was raised upright. The child would linger for hours.\n\n\tSaatah refocused his attention on the commander's report. The crowd watching the executions had lately included many unknown furs from the outer lands as the stories of the Doral's justice had spread. This was exactly what the Doral had intended, but it did raise security concerns that had to be addressed.\n\n\n\tThe Doral sat casually in his heavy wooden throne and listened as the General summarized his commander's report. The Doral took a huge drag from a water pipe and offered it to the General, who politely accepted.\n\n\t“So all signs are that the visitors are just visitors, but be careful of smugglers,” repeated the bear. He waited as the General mastered his coughing enough to wave his agreement. The Doral pushed aside the documents. “Well, I'm of a mind to overlook any smuggling as long as black market prices remain reasonable. The furs need.” He took the pipe from Saatah, leaned back, and took a massive drag without so much as a wheeze. “There was something else?”\n\n\tThe General cleared his throat, which caused him to cough a little more. “There is one of the badger cubs, Doral. One of the earlier bastard girls. I would like to request her for my own.”\n\n\tThe Doral grinned. “Of course. And you know you can choose your own team and methods. The bear's eyes narrowed. “Why do I suspect you want something else?\n\n\tSaatah looked away. “I would like to take my own time with the girl,” said the leopard. “Several weeks, perhaps. And I wish to have her to myself during that time, until her end.”\n\n\tThe Doral huffed and leaned back. He glared at the General as he relight the pipe and took a huge drag. “Fine. Take the girl where you like,” he said.\n\n\tSaatah's eyebrows betrayed his surprise. He ad expected some resistance from the Doral, since the cubs' public suffering had been the point. “The furs aren't going to miss the destruction of one more cub,” the bear explained. “The Guardians know you've earned whatever rewards you ever claim, and do you know, you've never claimed a one.” The bear took another deep drag, held it for a moment, and then exhaled. “Do you want a dungeon in which to keep her?”\n\n\t“I will provide a place myself, if you please.”\n\n\tThe Doral stood. He was looking forward to an evening with a comely chambermaid raccoon. He would have invited the General to join them but the hero would not have wanted to participate. “I'm sure you'll share what's going on, when you're ready,” he said.\n\n\n\n\tThe badger girl had been led to a sunny cabin with many books and a large canopy bed. There was a wooden table. A grid was carved on the tabletop, and several colored stones sat on the grid. There was a fireplace with a low fire. A warm meal was laid out on the sideboard, plain food but far better than the thin gruel the badger had been given the past three weeks. A curtain covered the room with the chamber pot. The windows looked out on a countryside. There was a huge snow leopard sitting quietly, with no expression.\n\n\tThe girl said nothing and did not move. Neither did the leopard. It became obvious that he was waiting for her to speak.\n\n\t“Am I going to die today?” she asked in a voice not as timid as Saatah might have expected.\n\n\t“No,” he said.\n\n\t“Are you going to hurt me?” asked the cub.\n\n\t“Yes,” said the leopard. “But only a little today. The rest of the time I will be your friend.”\n\n\tThe child said nothing. Presently, the leopard continued. “I am going to hurt you every day. I am also going to rape you every day. But it won't be rough at first. I will be very gentle today.”\n\n\tThe badger remained silent. What the leopard had just told her was terrible, horrifying, and yet wasn't nearly as bad an answer as she could have received.\n\n\t“I am Saatah,” said the leopard.\n\n\tThe girl nodded. “I'm Poppy,” she said.\n\n\tThey remained in silence for several minutes.\n\n\t“You can play Fox and Geese,” the leopard said presently. He indicated the game pieces. “Please, sit.”\n\n\tPoppy sat quickly, and remained as still after sitting as she could.\n\n\tThe leopard poured two goblets of wine. The badger had had wine before, and this wine was excellent but not very strong. The leopard evidently wasn't trying to get her drunk. “Are you hungry?” asked the large cat.\n\n\tThe badger nodded, and the leopard waved at the food silently, indicating she should serve herself. Poppy was famished after weeks of thin oatmeal soup, and the food was plain but inviting: Some baked potatoes, some mushrooms, and some boiled greens. It was peasant food, and a season before she had eaten far more sumptuously. Nevertheless she served herself modestly and placed her food neatly on the table beside the game. She waited. “Are you eating, too?” she asked.\n\n\t“Not now,” said the leopard, and waved at her to begin.\n\n\tShe ate daintily for her kind, but she couldn't help eating quickly. As she finished her last bite the leopard reached forward and moved one of the many similar colored stones, one of the Geese. The badger looked at the leopard, and back down to the board and reached out to move the larger stone that signified the Fox.\n\n\n\tPoppy lost three games of Fox and Geese to the wily leopard, who managed to trap her piece in two games and, while playing the fox, evaded capture. At some point the ritual torture and murder of another of her siblings began not far away. Although it sent a chill through her body, her recent experiences had hardened her to the suffering of her brothers and sisters.\n\n\tThen the leopard suggested that she read for a time, and he opened a satchel of paperwork he had brought along. The badger managed to become lost in a book for some time; a story of a courageous doe who knew a secret, but the wicked Duke had a powerful sorceress, and... Finally the leopard said, “I'm going to rape you soon.”\n\n\tThe badger looked up from her book, suddenly terrified. She had become relaxed as the leopard had played games with her and not harmed her. Now her nightmare had returned.\n\n\t“I'm going to be gentle tonight,” continued the leopard. He had begun removing his clothing. “Will this be your first time?” Poppy nodded silently. The leopard poured a goblet of wine and held it out to her. “This will make things easier,” he said. As Poppy sipped from her goblet, the leopard poured a cupful for himself. He drank quickly and stared at Poppy, who quickly drank her own.\n\n\t“Come here,” commanded the now-naked General. The badger obeyed. The leopard lifted her dirndl over her head. She was, after weeks of hunger, much thinner than normal for a young badger. She stood very, very still as he ran his powerful paws over her body. \n\n\tPoppy was the first female Saatah had touched since the deaths of his wife and daughter. Her outer fur, like that of all badgers, was coarse and stiff. He divided the bristly topcoat with his claws and found the softer fur underneath. He stroked her naked body for some time, tenderly and carefully. She began to relax, ever so slightly, as his touches remained gentle.\n\n\t“I'm going to take you to bed now,” the leopard said softly, and he picked her up easily in his powerful arms. Poppy didn't struggle, but she stiffened as the leopard carried her to the bed.\n\n\tThe canopied bead was large, and soft, and sturdy. Saatah set the badger down in the middle of it and climbed into the bed with her. “Relax to it,” advised the General. “In the future our sex with be rough, but tonight I promise to be gentle, as long as you cooperate.” He ran his massive paws over her body again. \n\n\tPoppy began to feel the wine's warmth filling her. The leopard touched her face, her neck, her arms, and her torso, running his fingers in circles over her top set of nipples. He took his time, becoming familiar with the shape and feel of her body. He skipped over her groin and began touching her near her knees, and began moving his paws up her legs, caressing inside the thighs, running his claw gently along the crease between her leg and her groin. He was patient, he was gentle, and he continued until she had begun to relax to his touch. He began using his tongue then. He licked her arm, massaging her with his rough tongue on her rough fur.\n\n\tHis tongue moved from her arm to the soft flesh under the arm, and then to the top nipples. He begun to suck on them, carefully, tenderly. Despite her fear, Poppy began moaning in the softest possible voice.\n\n\tSaatah let his tongue glide down her body, to the lower nipples, to her navel. She began to squirm slightly. She gasped as his tongue found her smooth slit. He worked it carefully, spending a long time going around the edges and caressing her sensitive lips, and by the time he had finished she was moaning loudly. It was turning into a first sexual encounter that her mother, or any of the warlord's women, would have envied.\n\n\tThe badger's little pussy was growing damp from her excitement. Saatah allowed his tongue to dip beyond her outer lips for the first time, and she gasped. He tasted her girlish juices and reveled in the taste. He spread her lips apart, careful to not poke her most tender flesh with his claws, and marveled at the pink flesh that still formed a gateway to her innermost pleasures.\n\n\tThe leopard separated himself gently and sat up. He poured two more goblets of wine and handed her one. She did not hesitate. She sipped at it steadily, and was about half finished when the leopard had finished his own. He waited patiently as she downed the last of it.\n\n\tHe resumed his place with his face between the kit's thighs. He returned his mouth to her slit, and touched the tip of his tongue to her hymen. He took his time enjoying it, knowing that it would soon be gone forever.\n\n\tPoppy was very relaxed when he lifted his head and rose to his knees. Poppy's apprehension returned as she realized that it was time. The General spread her legs gently and lay between them. His cock was as stiff as it had been since his daughter was alive.\n\n\tHe had timed his assault well. She felt the warmth of the second cup reaching her as he prepared to assail her.\n\n\tHe touched the tip of his cock to the badger's tiny cunt. She was wet, and he used the cock tip to spread the moisture. He had never had to file down the barbs of his cock, but the barbs nearest the tip were shortest, and the leopard slid his cock in until it pressed against her hymen. Then, he pushed.\n\n\tThe badger gasped as he broke through her virginity, but did not cry out. The General was careful to move slowly and patiently, sliding his long cock into her slowly. She shuddered as his barbs entered her, but still did not cry out. The General knew how to please a girl with his spines, rather than hurt her. He had done so with his daughter, though not nearly enough times.\n\n\tSaatah moved his cock slowly in and out of the badger. He did not try to hold back his orgasm or make an effort to give one to his victim. His cock went in less than halfway before he reached her cervix. He did not press it in further. It was not much time until he reached his climax, and it was so, so much better than it had been in the ass of the oldest heir.\n\n\tSaatah looked down at Poppy, who looked up at him in bewilderment. She had seen several of her brothers and sisters deflowered before they died, and she had forgotten that the act could be pleasant, tender, loving. \n\n\tThe leopard moved slowly as he disengaged from the child. The few inches of his cock that had been inside the girl were moist from her juices and his semen. He touched her tenderly as he rolled away from her. He sat up on the edge of the bed, and stroked her naked body.\n\n\t“I'm going to hurt you now,” he said. “But only a little bit tonight. Someday I'll hurt you a lot. But tonight it will be quick, and then we can be friends again.”\n\t\n \tPoppy begin shivering, but nodded quietly. “Roll onto your belly,” said Saatah.\n\n\tThe badger rolled onto her stomach. The General began stroking her back lightly with his claws. When she had released some of her tension, he began using a single claw, drawing it down her back repeatedly, not yet painfully, but informing her of the pain to come.\n\n\t“Now,” said Saatah, and he pressed his claw against her flesh, drawing it down in a smooth motion. He did not press hard enough to draw blood, but an angry red line immediately appeared on her flesh. Poppy made a badger bark of sudden pain.\n\n\t“That's all for now,” said Saatah. “No more pain today. I promise. We can be friends again now.” The badger looked at the leopard, and suddenly jumped into his arms, sobbing.\n\n\n* * *\n\n\n\tLieutenant Saatah had been traveling with his young family along the Doral's Road when he'd observed panicked furs running towards the haven of the Doral's gated town. \n\t\n\tLeading the village furs was a stallion, a farmer. He had taken control of the terrified refugees and was calmly giving them directions. Saatah approached the horse.\n\n\tNickerlilt was the horse's name. The story he gave was disturbing. Badger raiders had crossed through the hills to the east and were looting and burning farms, capturing or killing farming furs. Nickerlilt was obviously outraged but gave a clearly detailed story. His observations would be invaluable to the Doral to mount a defense.\n\n\tSaatah made quick decisions. He recruited Nickerlilt into the Doral's Guard on the spot, with a rank of sergeant, and ordered him to lead the farmers to safety, but to not risk himself in protecting them. The information he carried would be invaluable in the next few hours.\n\n\tSaatah returned to his family, and for a moment became a husband and father again. He had met his wife at a most traditional leopard summit, had shared pleasures with her the first night and every night thereafter. By the end of the conclave they had found that they enjoyed each other's company as much as their bodies, and they chose to bond. The cub had come exactly 100 days after the end of the gathering.\n\n\tHe explained to them that the stallion would lead them to safety, but it would be his responsibility to put eyes on the marauders and develop a defense. He kissed his wife passionately and lifted his daughter. She was turning into a young woman, and they'd only recently welcomed her into their bed, as she'd welcomed her father into her body. Saatah loved her deeply as a child and was looking forward to learning how to love her as a partner.\n\n\tHe became a soldier again, and after confirming that the newly-minted sergeant would have control of things, turned to the east to where the badgers waited.\n\n\n* * *\n\n\n\tOn the second day Saatah entered the room as the sun rose. The badger woke as he came in. The General removed his coat and sat silently. He gave the girl time to awaken. She remained still under the covers for some time. \n\n\t“Good morning,” said the General, once he was sure she was fully awake and simply hiding from facing the day, or him. He gave her a few minutes more to hide. “I would like you to come out now,” he finally said in a gentle voice. After a moment, the quilted blanked slid down to reveal a pointed badger nose.\n\n\t“I stopped in to break my fast with you,” said the General. “I can't stay, but I will return this afternoon.” A raccoon matron came in bearing a tray of oatmeal, and berries, and eggs, and mushrooms. The General was charming and the badger, still hungry after her starvation, finally ate her fill.\n\n\tThe leopard stood and put on his jacket. He bowed slightly. “Thank you for your time,” he said. “I look forward to your company later today.:\n\n\t“Are you going to... going to hurt me again?”\n\n\t“Yes,” said Saatah, kindly.\n\n\tPoppy thought for a moment. “Are you going to rape me again like last night?”\n\n\t“Yes,” said Saatah.\n\n\tPolly thought for a moment longer. “That's OK, then,” she decided.\n\n\n* * *\n\n\tSaatah rushed through the gates as they opened. The fortifications had grown greatly since he'd sent his family here. He rushed through the outer yard, intent on delivering his report. \n\n\tThe Doral stepped outside as he reached the inner gate. The bear pointed to his left. “Deliver your report, Lieutenant. Then come see me.” The bear turned away, and Saatah approached a group of furs that he recognized, several of the Doral's wisest advisers. They were now wearing emblems of captains of the Doral's Guard, though evidently there weren't enough uniform parts to go around. Saatah felt slightly awed to be reporting directly to these furs, but they listened gravely to his facts and assessment.\n\n\tThe situation was grim. Saatah estimated marauders in the thousands approaching, with the lead elements only a day behind him. Most of the raiders were badgers, with a smattering of other species: wolves, bobcats, and wolverines from the forests; coyotes and caracals from the plains. Saatah had spotted an ape among their ranks. They would be there now if the vanguard wasn't constantly rotated, as the skirmishers came across a yet untouched farm and claimed it for their own. It slowed the badger army's progress.\n\n\tSaatah finished his report and found the Doral quickly. The horse, Nickerlily, was with him.\n\n\tNickerlily explained: The badgers and their allies had not only invaded from the east. A northeast pass had provided them cover for an invasion from the mountains. The northern marauders had reached the Doral's Road just as Nickerlily's band of furs was passing. He was devastated that he had not stayed to protect the column, but Saatah's orders had been clear.\n\n\t“It was the right thing to do,” said the Doral. “You both did well. More than half the refugees made it here, and they wouldn't have gotten that far without your guidance, Nick.” The Doral looked at the leopard gravely. “Your wife and daughter didn't escape. They weren't among the bodies we recovered. We think they were taken captive.”\n\n* * *\n\n\tPoppy looked up from her story as the door opened and the leopard stepped into the room. He was dressed, like yesterday, in simple peasants' clothing. The raccoon had helped Poppy clean herself, and the badger looked much better with shiny, clean fur. \n\n\tSaatah sat down at the table. “Would you like to play the Fox this time?” he asked.\n\n\tSaatah spent hours with the child. They played games of Fox and Geese and Nine Fur's Morris. Saatah read a story to the kit, who snuggled on the bed next to him as he read aloud. And he held her comfortingly when she was seized with fits of crying. During one of these fits he listened to the agonized death of another of the kit's siblings.\n\n\tThe raccoon matron brought them supper. She changed the water in the basin and left. Supper was brown bread and stew. Poppy, no longer ravenous from weeks of hunger, ate lightly.\n\n\tHer visitor had her drink more wine, and he brought out a small, colorful glass pipe. He set fire to a stick and used it to light the pipe, breathing in deeply and breathing out a cloud of bluish-gray smoke. He passed the pipe to the kit. When she didn't smoke it right away, he waved his paw impatiently. The embers were still hot enough to give her a good hit, and she coughed uncontrollably for several minutes. The wine and the weed worked together on the girl, and she became dizzy and befuddled.\t\n\n\tAfter supper Saatah took her to bed. He was a patient and thorough lover. The kit found his touch more pleasant than she had the day before. She did not orgasm, but she found herself enjoying the feeling of his cock inside her. His was careful to not allow his barbs to hurt her, and they added a pleasant tingling as they moved in an out of her vagina. He kissed her, and she allowed it. Presently his back arched and he grunted as he filled her with his semen.\n\n\tShe had expected the leopard to hurt her again once he had finished, but he did not. He lay next to her, gently running his claws through her fur. His gently caresses pleased and excited her in ways that his fucking her had not. She began crying again, at the sudden sad thought that she would never know a lover of her own kind, never grow to be a sow and a mother. The General simply held her as she wept, and she found comfort in the arms that she knew were to destroy her.\n\n\tPresently her weeping ended, and the leopard gently wiped away her years. Then he licked her cheek. His rough tongue felt nice against her coarse fur.\n\n\tSaatah continued touching the kit, but now his touches became more passionate. The leopard's first load was oozing out of her, but she wanted more. He obliged her, rolling again on top of her and guiding his cock into her. His thrusting was harder now, and the barbs of his cock were less pleasurable, but she did not want him to stop. And he did not stop, not for a long time, until he ejaculated a second load of his seed into her.\n\n\tShe was breathing heavily as he rolled off of her. He continued stroking her skin but she sensed that he was ready to do something else.\n\n\t“Is it time to hurt me?” she asked.\n\n\t“Yes,” said the leopard. “Roll onto your belly.”\n\n\tPoppy obeyed. “Are you going to scratch me again?” she asked. \n\n\t“Yes,” said Saatah. “And more than yesterday.” Poppy rolled completely onto her belly and held her paws against her ears, as though by blocking out the sound she could diminish the hurt.\n\n\tSaatah took his time scratching the kit's back, too hard to be pleasant but not enough to hurt. After several minutes he extended a claw and drew it brusquely down her back. She flinched but did not cry out. He put his claw again on her shoulder, and she knew that he had not finished. Three more times he clawed at her, not as hard as he could have, but hard enough to raise angry crisscrossed lines beneath her fur. Drops of blood appeared where they crossed. She cried out a bit each time, but did not beg. Afterward she did not cry, as as Saatah took her in his arms he knew that she was becoming resigned to her fate.\n\n* * *\n\n\tLieutenant Saatah had wanted to leave to rescue his family at once. He did not ask to do so. The Doral know how badly Saatah wanted to rescue his family but did not offer to let him do so. He was needed too badly at home. The badgers and their allies had reached the Doral's palisade. In that time Saatah had organized the settlement's citizens into a defensive guard that, albeit with some losses, repelled the invaders.\n\n\tThe Doral promoted Saatah to Colonel and put him in charge of turning the garrison into an army, while seeing to the defenses of the Doral's remaining communities. He leaned heavily on the sturdy Sargent Nickerlilt, who had refused an officer's commission. \n\n\tRegular scouting missions were dispatched to the north and west to gather information about the badger marauders. Occasional raiding bands of the enemy appeared throughout the area, but were quickly repelled. Wartime preparations and activities proceeded as usual. Then the time came that a squirrel scout reported activity in the enemy camps.\n\n\tColonel Saatah was sufficiently alarmed to see for himself. There are many stories of his bravery as a scout; they can be found in history books or heard at village taverns. Presently, Saatah was concealed in the enemy stronghold.\n\n\tBy luck, he had arrived while the badger warlord was also there. He was able to gather information on logistics, materiel, and morale that would later help drive the invaders from the land. He also found his family.\n\n\tHe was unable to do anything to rescue them, but he watched them as long as he dared. They shared a cage together in the courtyard. They were both battered and sick. It was evident that they had been molested regularly. His beautiful wife was limp, listless, barely able to acknowledge her daughter. His daughter appeared in better spirits. She had a friend.\n\n\tSaatah watched as his daughter and the badger kit played through the bars of his family's cage. There was a grid drawn in the dirt outside the cage, and the badger and the leopard were taking turns. Several adult badgers were watching them with amusement. Saatah had no doubt that many of them had raped his partners, and he burned with rage. It was with a great effort that he turned away from the scene to return to the Doral's safety.\n\n* * *\n\n\tOn the third day Poppy was not hiding in bed when the leopard came. She was already awake and even cheerful when the General entered her room and removed his jacket. The raccoon had already delivered breakfast. The badger ate oats and berries, and the leopard broke his fast on eggs and sausage.\n\n\tThe General had time for one game of Fox and Geese before he needed to leave. He made sure Poppy had a glass of wine but had none himself. The badger girl played well as the geese, nearly trapping the fox before the General moved it in a clever way. She kissed him goodbye when he left for the day.\n\n\tWhen he came back in the afternoon he brought a gift with him. She had mentioned, in passing, that she liked painting. He set it down by the door.\n\n\tThey played Fox and Geese again, one game, during which they each had a glass of wine and a bowl of weed. The kit then asked the General if he could rape her again... please. He took her to bed and made love to her, and she had her first orgasm. And her second. He'd made love to her the way he had with his daughter, too few times. They were still in bed together when the raccoon brought supper.\n\n\t“If you hurt me now,” said Poppy, thoughtfully, “can you rape me again before you go away?” Saatah could. He didn't use his claws today. He used his belt. After supper, he had the girl lean, bare naked, over the back of a chair, and he swung the leather strap under her tail. She gasped with pain. \n\n\t“Don't get up yet,” said the leopard when the kit started to move. A moment later, he swung the belt again. Her back arched and she barked her distress.\n\n\tSaatah watched as the badger settled back onto her paws. She trembled, and flinched easily. Five times, in all, he struck her. Five stripes under her tail where the blood was seeping.\n\n\tPoppy cried for a while, and for a time didn't talk to the General. Then she opened the gift he'd brought her.\n\n\tShe was suddenly completely diverted from her anger with the General. There were small pots of pigment cakes, and badger hair brushes. There were bottles of ink and dip pens. A delicate porcelain palette completed the kit.\n\n\tThe leopard opened the door and said, “now.” A fox soldier came in carrying a plain but sturdy tripod. The raccoon maid followed with a stack of paper. \n\n\tThe raccoon took Poppy's discarded dress. The girl scampered to get into a new one before she began painting. Saatah sat naked and smiled as her dark mood gave way to excitement.\n\n\tThe kit painted, and the leopard watched, until the light was too dim to continue. He watched as she dashed through the first paintings and discarded them, and then began to take her time. She had spent nearly an hour with her last painting, and it had not been finished when the light fell.\n\n\t“Never mind,” said the leopard. He picked her up in his powerful arms and held her to his bare body. “You can continue tomorrow. You'll be able to paint for days.” The importance of his words arrived slowly but all at once. She would not be executed tomorrow, or the day after. He gave her wine and smoked weed with her and carried her to the bed.\n\n\t“You offered to let me rape you again before I left tonight.” It was not a question. She held up her arms and he removed her dirndl.\n\n\tHe was not so gentle as he had been before, but she didn't need him to be that gentle anymore. He fucked her for a long time. She had orgasms twice before he filled her with his seed.\n\n* * *\n\n\n\tOn the morning of the fourth day, Saatah arrived early. Poppy was still asleep. She woke when he climbed into the bed with her, roughly spread her legs, and drove his cock into her. He was not gently as he had always been with his daughter. His wife had enjoyed vigorous, hard fucking, and that was what he provided Poppy this morning. She was overwhelmed and did not speak, though she made several noises. She chittered her pleasure and barked her pain when he was rough, but none of it was unpleasant to her.\n\n\tFinally, the leopard roared as he filled her belly with his cum. He enjoyed having her cunt wrapped around his cock until the throbbing subsided. He finally withdrew after his cock had turned limp.\n\n\tSaatah sat, completely naked, at the table until the raccoon delivered breakfast. Poppy was bemused by the aggressiveness of his morning rape, and ate in silence. When she had finished she asked if she might return to her paints, and the leopard nodded silently. She put on a clean dirndl and turned to her easel. Saatah watched in silence for a while before gathering his clothes, tucking them under his arm, and leaving.\n\n\tPoppy was left alone for much of the day. The raccoon matron had come in after the leopard left, to clean up after breakfast and to help the badger kit clean up after the leopard's rape. She finished her painting from the night before, and read for a while, and then painted some more. She was finishing another painting when he leopard returned. The leopard was followed by the fox soldier who had delivered her easel the day before, and a couple other soldiers who brought in boxes and bundles of timber.\n\n\tNo one said anything. The soldiers dropped off their parcels and left, except for the fox, who began assembling things. The leopard removed his clothing and sat, silently. Poppy, having been told nothing and given no instructions, presently returned to her painting. \n\n\tSaatah watched as she worked. Her latest painting was abstract and emotional. She had made use of purples, blues, greens, and dark hues to create a dreamscape that reflected her inner turmoil and despair. The leopard was impressed by the badger's skill; had she lived to grow up, she might have become a fine artist.\n\n\tThe fox bustled about his work. Soon there was a heavy timber frame in the room with hooks and rings attached in several places. \n\n\tPoppy quit painting when she recognized the framework the fox was building. She had seen some of her siblings broken on frames like that, and before that, the local furs on similar frames in her father's war camp. The fox attached leather cuffs to chains on the framework.\n\n\tThe fox also put rings on the posts of her large bed. A box turned out to be a trunk with several drawers. The drawers, once opened, showed leather straps, lengths of rope, and several more ominous items: a whip, needles, knives. There were pieces of metal that the badger did not recognize and did not want to guess the use of.\n\n\tThe fox finished his work and left quickly. Poppy saw that the leopard was staring at her. He had an erection. He approached the badger and took her shin in his great paw.\n\n\t“I'm going to fuck you in the ass tonight,” said the leopard.\n\n\tPoppy barely understood him. Her attention was completely focused on the items the fox had brought. \n\n\tThe idea of anal sex did not frighten or repulse the child. Sometimes the leopard's raping was enjoyable, and sometimes it was not. She had seen other males fuck their partners in the ass before. Some of the prisoners in her father's compound had screamed loudly while being raped in that way, but the same prisoners had screamed during any kind of rape. Her own rape by the leopard had been enjoyable more often than not, and the mere idea of being fucked in the ass didn't upset her.\n\n\tThe leopard continued touching her body, and occasionally his erection rubbed against her. Having no idea what she should be doing, she returned to painting as the leopard fondled her.\n\n\tThe leopard began licking her thick fur with his rough tongue. She found it hard to concentrate on her painting while he was kissing and licking her neck. His hands were on her legs, moving up, and lifting her dress as they climbed.\n\n\tPoppy quit painting, standing still in her confusion. The leopard had not said a word to her, this afternoon or that morning, beyond his intention to violate her backside. He had sat naked when he wasn't raping her, watching her silently while she painted, and while she watched in horror as her room was filled with the implements of pain. She had actually come to enjoy the times spent with the leopard when he wasn't hurting her. But now he made her feel afraid, and his touch terrified her.\n\n\tSaatah could feel the kit's trembles as he touched her. Suddenly, he grabbed the bottom of her dress and lifted it roughly. She wasn't ready or balanced, and she fell hard to the floor. Saatah continued pulling it off of her, tearing it in his rough haste.\n\n\tPoppy braced herself for him to rape her then, but he did not. Now that she was naked he backed away, not a comfortable distance but no longer touching her. \n\n\t“In your ass, tonight. I will not be kind.” With those words the leopard backed away and sat down. There was nothing comforting in his withdrawal. He continued to stare hungrily at her.\n\n\tHer fear turned to embarrassment and became awkward. He was evidently not going to rape her yet. She was naked now, as was he, but he didn't seem intent on doing anything about it, though his barbed erection thrust upwards. She didn't want to sit at the table with him, and she didn't want to take a book to bed to read; once she got into bed, he might decide to join her. So she returned to painting.\n\n\tShe painted with dark colors that matched her mood. She painted nothing at first, with broad strokes, and then the shape of a curve reminded her of a shape from a dream, and she began painting that. She couldn't escape the leopard's terrifying glare, or cover her nakedness, but she found herself disappearing into the painting as she created it. She put down the brush and picked up the ink and a pen, and put herself into the picture. She inked a tiny badger kit, herself, amid the dark swirling colors of a hellscape sky.\n\n\tSaatah continued to watch the girl as she calmed herself with the painting. It was an emotional piece, surprisingly deep for a child, but conveying her desperation, fear, and anguish. In time, in hours, she finished her work and stepped back. \n\n\t\tSaatah stood, took the brush from her hand, and led her to the timber frame. She did not resist as he buckled her paws into the restraints. She said nothing as he removed the whip from the box. It was a signal whip, 12 plait, barely three feet long beyond the handle. The leather was supple.\n\n\tThe leopard did nothing to lead the kit into her beating. He simply began with a powerful stroke, which caught the kit from the shoulder to the kidney. It awakened her; her eyes became alert, and she bit back a scream.\n\n\tThen Saatah swung again, and Poppy did scream, a sudden, short barking yelp. And another yelp as the leopard struck her a third time. The strokes crossed with each blow, from right to left and then from left to right. With the fourth blow Poppy did not cry out, nor after that. A fifth blow, and a tenth, and more. At twelve blows Poppy began a snuffling crying, which remained steady but did not grow louder, as the leopard struck her fifteen and twenty times. After thirty times the beating stopped.\n\n\tPoppy's fur was matted and tangled from the relentless onslaught. It was sticky from the blood that had oozed from her wounds. Neither badger nor leopard spoke as he unbuckled her and led her to bed, where he lay her on her stomach.\n\n\tSaatah took a dollop of lard from a small jar and rubbed it into Poppy's ass. He straddled her, positioned his barbed cock against her tailhole, and pushed himself inside. It wasn't like when he had taken her virginity, gently and carefully; her introduction to anal sex was a sudden thrust, and then a steady push as the leopard fucked her ass to his balls. She screamed again as he slammed into her, and fell into a painful snuffling as he pounded her guts from the inside. There was no pleasure in this, only violation. The pain became less as the pounding continued, and she fell silent, no longer feeling punched with every deep thrust, only wishing that it was over. After a few more minutes, the leopard arched his back and grunted, and it was.\n\n\tThe leopard remained there as his cock went limp, and he withdrew. Poppy hoped he'd leave her bed at once, but he did not. Instead, he began stroking her arm where the whip had not touched her, and she felt revulsion at his touch.\n\n\t“Tomorrow I will be more gentle with you when I rape you,” said the leopard. “I promise.” He spoke gently, and his expression seemed sad at having hurt her. Poppy turned away from him.\n\n\tSaatah carefully removed himself from her bed. “Tomorrow we can be friends again,” he said, and left. The raccoon entered the room at the same time, carrying a basin of warm water and soap, and she began cleaning the badger's mutilated back.\n\n* * *\n\n\tThe leopard was back early the next day, fully dressed in his uniform. Poppy did not want to see him, and she pulled the quilt over her head to escape him, hoping he would soon leave. He did not. After a time, Poppy fell back asleep. \n\n\tWhen she awoke, the leopard was still watching. \n\t\n\tPoppy was aching, thirsty, and needed the chamber pot. She also knew that it would be impossible to escape the day by sleeping longer. Reluctantly, she emerged from her quilt.\n\n\tThe leopard still sat there, watching, on his face an expression meant to be reassuring. She avoided his gaze and she jumped to the floor and walked past him to the curtained room.\n\n\tShe sat on the chamber pot longer than she needed, to enjoy the moment of privacy, but it was no more practical to hide here than under the covers. She stepped out, and the leopard was still smiling pleasantly.\n\n\tShe was very hungry and breakfast had been set out on the table at which he sat. She lowered herself into the other chair, avoiding eye contact with him, and began eating berries, one at a time. The berries were all that was appetizing; the eggs had long since turned cold and the oats had congealed. Poppy ate berries, one at a time, until they were gone.\n\n\tSaatah moved the dishes aside and placed the pieces on the Fox and Geese board. After a moment, he moved the Fox stone and waited patiently for Poppy to respond. Eventually, she reached out and moved a Goose stone.\n\n\tThe badger played the game badly, not paying attention and not caring when the leopard captured one of her stones after another. The leopard scooped the stones into a pile and reached out for the badger's paw. After a moment she placed her paw in his. He stood and led her to the bed. It was a a relief to her; she was not ready to be hurt, and when he removed her clothing and his own, she did not resist. He lit a pipe and drew in from it and offered it to her as he exhaled. She dutifully took it and took an impressively long drag. He poured two glasses of wine and she finished hers first.\n\n\t“I will be gentle with you today, while I rape you,” said the leopard. “I will hurt you today, and sex will hurt afterward. But I will not do anything to hurt you while I have sex with you.” It was the first time either of them had referred to the act as anything but “raping.”\n\n\tIt was not pleasant for the badger, but it was not too painful either. Her back still stung from yesterday's beating. The leopard took his time with her, and she lay still. The pleasure she'd felt from his touch before was gone. He kissed her, and stroked her fur; he tasted her girlhood with his tongue and felt it with his paws. In time he placed his body over hers, guided his cock into her, and began slowly thrusting. He was again gentle with his barbs, but Poppy took no pleasure from them.\n\t\n\tThe leopard thrust steadily for several moments before releasing his seed into her infertile womb. He did not linger, but stood and took a book from the shelf. He sat at the table and began reading, completely ignoring the cub. His limp, moist cock dangled from the edge of his chair.\n\n\tAn hour later, the leopard put down the book and led the kit back to bed. He positioned her on her knees and entered her from behind, as their wild ancestors had fucked. He trust for some time, stopping from time to time to prolong his pleasure, before adding a second load to the mess inside Poppy' girlhood.\n\n\tHe did not let her leave the bed. He rolled her onto her back and turned towards the box of horrors to take out leather restraints, which he placed on her wrists and ankles to secure her to the bedpost rings. He placed a hood over her head that covered her eyes and ears, blinding and muffling the sounds of his movement.\n\n\tPoppy lay there, blinded and hindered from hearing. She did not know how long, but it seemed a very long time. From time to time she trembled or jerked as she anticipated pain or rape at any moment.\n\n\tAfter a long time, the leopard removed the mask from her hood. The room was dimming as the afternoon sun gave way to evening. The leopard was holding a pawful of long, very sharp needles. He said nothing. He put the mask back in place and she was blinded again.\n\n\tShe felt him drawing the tip of a needle through her fur, lightly scratching her skin. When he reached her budding topbreast he poked it, and she barked at the sudden slight pain. He continued this way for a time, letter her feel the needle tip as it scratched and poked many points on her body. She felt it on her paws, her neck, her body, and her vagina, and many other places.\n\n\tThen she felt the leopard grip her pussy and she felt him press a needle against the outer lip. She drew in her breath and was ready to scream, but as the needle slid through the flesh it did not hurt as badly as she thought. Certainly, not nearly as much as the beating she'd endured the day before.\nThere was a sting as the needle penetrated the inner lip. The metal felt strange, invasive as it slid through her flesh. The tip poked the inner lip on the other side and the leopard kept pushing. Soon, the long needle had pierced both lips and formed a bar over her girlhood.\n\n\tShe felt the leopard place another needle opposite to the first one, and it slid into her most personal flesh from the other direction. In a minute more, there was a second needle crossing her vagina through both lips. \n\n\tThe leopard placed several more needles to form a ladder across Poppy's vagina. It hurt, but not badly; it was weird and invasive, but not unbearable.\n\n\t\tThen Saatah pushed a needle into her clit, and she did scream. He pushed the long needle through the other side, and she screamed some more. He continued pushing until the needle had passed through her flesh, emerging the other side, and she screamed continuously. She had not realized, until that moment, how much more sensitive her clit was than her lips.\n\n\tOnce he stopped sliding the needle through her tender organ the pain diminished to where she could catch her breath. Her breath caught as she felt the sting of a second needle, and she screamed again as it slowly passed through.\n\n\tAfter there were four needles in her clit, and a ladder of them across her vagina, she felt the leopard get off the bed. He removed her mask and held a mirror between her thighs, so she could see his handiwork. Her pussy in the reflection looked strange with all the metal passing through it. It was alien, other, repulsive. The leopard rested his paw on the tangle of needles and the pressure hurt a little, and she could feel every bit of metal inside her. The leopard patted her steel-encroached pussy, and the pain was enough to make her bark her discomfort.\n\n\tThen the leopard began removing the needles. They did not hurt as much as they did going in, but more than they did when they were resting inside her flesh. She did not scream again but tears began leaking from her eyes.\n\n\tThe leopard placed the needles on a white linen cloth which quickly grew red stains from her blood. He climbed on top of her and guided his cock into her sore pussy. His thrusts were gentle but hurt anyway in her damaged pussy. She continued weeping, and not screaming, as the leopard thrust for a long time before releasing a third load into her.\n\n\tAfter resting and withdrawing from her, he unbuckled her paws. He did not get off the bed. Poppy got up and moved to a chair. Her pussy ached as she sat.\n\n\tThe leopard arranged himself comfortably on the bed and gazed at the kit. She sat silently for a time, and then began weeping. The weeping gave way to crying, and in time the badger was sobbing uncontrollably, hiding her face in her arms, her body wracked with sobbing. Still the leopard watched silently.\n\n\tShe cried for some time before crying herself out. She longed to return to bed but the leopard was still there. In time the raccoon matron brought in supper, but the badger had no appetite at all.\n\n\tThe leopard stood, however, and approached the table. He selected his food and ate from the platters, standing up. His limp but long cock dangled in front of Poppy's face, and she saw streaks of blood on it from her mutilated girlhood.\n\n\tIt became obvious that the leopard was standing there deliberately. His cock, having given three performances that day, began rising to a fourth. It raise to half-mast, and the leopard reached out to touch Poppy's cheek.\n\n\tShe was oddly exasperated by the unspoken demand. She took the tip of his cock in her mouth. She didn't like the feel of his barbs on her tongue, and the coppery taste of her own blood made her gag.\n\n\tThe leopard rested his huge paws on Poppy's head. He guided her slightly, but did not force his cock into her throat. He never became fully erect, and that made it easier for Poppy to keep massaging him with her lips.\n\n\tSaatah enjoyed the warmth of her mouth for several minutes before gently pushing her away. He patted her cheek again and turned away to gather his clothing.\n\n\tOnce dressed, he sat down on the bed and patted the mattress next to him. Realizing that the leopard was clothed and had no more energy to rape her, Poppy sat next to him.\n\n\tThe leopard gently rested his paw at the small of her back. “You had a very hard day today. So I will give you a gentle day tomorrow. But this is the last time that I will promise to be gentle while raping you.” With that he left, and the raccoon came in to care for the girl's fresh injuries.\n\n* * *\n\n\n\tThe next day, the leopard kept his promises. He paddled her shortly after breakfast. It was not gentle, and it would sting the rest of the day, but Poppy found herself relieved to ave gotten it out of the way. The leopard promised afterward that he would not hurt her any more that day. He became charming, undemanding, a gentlefurly companion. As he had done on his kinder days before, he played games with her, read to her, and watched while she painted. She used brighter colors, perhaps to display her better mood, perhaps because the pots of darker colors were running low. The leopard sent for a new set. It rained outside, and they sat together and listened to the thunder while they drank wine and smoked. For whatever reason, the leopard could not hear the death of another cub over the sounds of the storm.\n\n\tWhen the storm had ended and the air smelled fresh, he took her to bed and had sex with her. He was undemanding and gentle. She did not have an orgasm, but she was not unhappy with his efforts. He rested for a time and had sex with her again before he left.\n\n\tThe day after, Saatah was gentle again. He asked her to suck his cock, and he spoke softly when he told her what he wanted. It took some time before she found herself swallowing his ejaculation. Later, he hurt her by driving needles through her small top breasts. He let her watch, and he explained what he was doing. It was bearable pain, and she found herself fascinated as she watched the steel passing through her flesh.\n\n\tLater, it occurred to Poppy that it had hurt quite a lot, but being calm, she had been able to muster the mental strength to withstand the pain. \n\n* * *\n\n\t\n\t“It's been a week, Saatah,” the Doral grumbled. He was bent over the billiards table twice the size of the ones on which Saatah had learned the game, with larger balls and cue sticks to match. The Doral missed his shot and he grunted.\n\n\tThe general waited until the bear had taken a huge drag from his pipe and released it. He took his time with his shot, but he was a cautious player only out of respect for the Doral. He could beat the bear in seven out of ten matches. He caromed his cue off the object ball and sunk it, according to the Doral's strange rules.\n\n\t“Which is fine. The defenses are sound, the garrisons are alert, you're on top of things. I don't care if you take a few days here and there to enjoy your toy.\n\n\tSaatah nodded respectfully, to show that he was listening, and sunk his cue off a different object ball. Which was the aim in the Doral's game.\n\n\t“There are eight of his whelps still alive. He won't last long enough to see them all die. The plan is tomorrow, we cut off his head and mount it on a pole. The ones that are left are the youngest ones, and pretty much everyone just wants to get them out of the way.”\n\n\tThe Doral took a deep hit from his hookah, and when he exhaled the smoke filled their part of the large room. “Which isn't to say that they will go easy. Can't. Need to send the whole message.” The bear casually sunk his fourth red ball in a row. “That'll all be done in another week, and you want to keep her for how long?” He took his time with his next shot, a difficult angle to the middle pocket. He sank it.\n\n\t“Well, if nothing else, we won't be as tired of the whole matter. And it'll be good to have the group from the first night together again for the final one.”\n\n* * *\n\nThe next morning, Saatah aggressively raped Poppy. She did not cry or shy away from him. She simply lay there until he was done.\n\n\tThey ate breakfast together, undressed, and played Nine Fur's Morris. Saatah listened as the crowd in the Doral's court gathered, out of sight of the cabin, but easy to hear today. It was a special day. \n\n\tAfter their game, Saatah led the girl to the timber rack. He gave her the worst beating she had ever received. He used the signal whip, a bamboo cane, and leather straps to strike her, repeatedly, until his own well-trained arm began to tire. She barked in pain often but did not cry, and certainly did not beg. Saatah realized that she had found in herself a new reserve of strength. It pleased him. He fucked her as she stood tied to the frame, running his sharp claws over her fresh welts as he thrust in and out of her vagina, enjoying the trembling of her overspent body.\n\n\tAfter he filled her with his semen, he unstrapped her and suggested she might want to nap. She did, and she didn't seem distressed to have him in the room as she rested. The kit snuffled in the way of her kind as she slept. Saatah listened to the crowd cheering beyond sight of the cottage, ending with a spreading silence, and a sudden roar of excitement. The Doral might be getting tired of the whole thing, but the furs knew that the events would end in a few more days and had begun to come back to behold the violence one more time.\n\n\tThe physically exhausted and mentally overwhelmed kit slept for hours. She began to stir when the raccoon brought in supper. Before she had fully awakened, Saatah was in bed with her, pulling her legs apart and sliding himself between them.\n\n\tHe thrust away steadily and reached his orgasm in minutes. He rolled off of her as soon as he'd caught his breath. They ate supper together with his cock, and her pussy, dripping from the same shared fluids. They shared a cup of wine and a pipe of weed. Then the leopard left.\n\n\tHe returned the next morning carrying an elegantly crafted box. He set it down on the table, removed his clothing, and took her to bed. It was routine sex, neither tender nor aggressive, and Poppy's kithood was soon filled with his seed. They ate breakfast with the unopened box on the table.\n\n\tAfter breakfast the leopard spread her face down on the bed and strapped her paws to the posts, but not uncomfortably. He busied himself at the table, opening the box and removing what was inside, but Poppy could not see what it was from where she was restrained. The raccoon matron came into the room with a tray that held a straight razor, scissors, a pitcher of steaming water, a soft brush, a large mug, and a bar of soap. As she set things out, the leopard helped Poppy drink a cup of wine and had her take a hit from the pipe. As she exhaled he tied a blindfold over her eyes.\n\n\t\tThe leopard used the scissors first, and began to clip away the longer, rougher outer coat of fur on her back. It was not painful in itself, but Poppy had never had her fur trimmed before, and it felt very odd. The leopard was unhurried. He purposefully trimmed the longest guard fur from her back and sides, her arms and legs. He gathered it as he went along, putting it in a neat pile. It took a long time for him to trim as much as he could with scissors, and Poppy found herself dozing as he snipped away. From time to time the leopard quit working and roused her enough to be turned over or for another cup of wine and hit of the pipe.\n\n\tThe leopard trimmed every part of her between her neck and her wrists and ankles. He then put down the scissors and gave the cub another drink and hit as the raccoon mixed the soap with some warm water and whipped it into a lather. Poppy was feeling very dreamy, cloudy, and disconnected from what was being done to her.\n\n\tThe leopard used the lather on a small part of the badger's soft undercoat and took the straight razor to it. He was not rough or hurried, but the flesh had been badly abused the day before and it stung as he drew the blade across her flesh. He wiped the blade of her fur, brushed another part of her back, and continued.\n\n\tIt took him hours, but in time the leopard had removed the fur from her back and sides, and the backs of her arms and legs, revealing the dark skin beneath. It showed bruising, cuts, and swelling from the badger's beatings, but the leopard shaved the fur away slowly and carefully, and soon Poppy's skin was furless and smooth.\n\n\tWordlessly, the leopard released her restraints and helped her to turn over. As she changed positions she saw what he had placed on the table.\n\n\tHer father was looking at her.\n\n\tMore precisely, her father's sightless eyes were open and faced in her direction. His muzzle was mutilated, unnatural because of the extraction of his teeth and tongue, but his eyes and ears were unmarked. The dismembered flesh of his neck was rough, tattered, having been slowly sawed through while the old badger still lived.\n\n\tThe leopard reattached her paws to the bedposts. He placed a pillow under her head for her comfort, and began clipping away the topfur from her front.\n\n\tIt was growing dark outside by the time the leopard had finished. He had left the fur on her face, paws and tail. Everything else was as smooth as a mole rat. Her father had witched sightlessly the entire time. Before he released her, he climbed on top of her and fucked her smooth vagina, running his paws over her smooth skin.\n\n\tOnce he was done he took her father's head and put it between her legs. He pushed the dead badger's muzzle into her kithood, and when he took it back it was covered with his seed and the kit's juices. The leopard released the cub's paws and returned the head to the box. The raccoon began sponging the badger's bare skin. \n\n\t“Your father died yesterday while you were napping,” said the leopard. “The Doral fucked him, and then had his head cut off with a fine-toothed bamboo saw. He lingered for hours. Get on your knees and paws.” Poppy did as she was told.\n\n\tThe leopard chose a leather strap. He swung it against her bare ass five times. It was the same way he'd hurt her on their third day together, but without the fur protecting her flesh, the pain was far, far greater.\n\n\tThen the leopard put away the strap, and the raccoon bustled out and returned with brown bread and stew. After supper the leopard left, taking the box with him. The kit had never felt so cold on a warm night, and the raccoon brought her an extra blanket.\n\n\tFrom then, the kit's days were never similar, but always the same. The leopard hurt her, and he raped her. Some days he was kind, and friendly, and Poppy learned to take advantage of those days so they would come more regularly. Other days he was brutal. It was now easier for him to hurt her, but she had learned to accept the pain as part of her existence. She had come to think of the leopard's brutal treatment while he fucked her as “rape.” Everything else was just “sex.” The days when he gave her wine and weed were easier. \n\n\tThree days after her shaving, a stubble began to reappear. The leopard sent for a razor and soap and shaved her back and ass smooth again. It was made more difficult by several open cuts, the result of a brutal beating the night before. Then he gave her the razor and required her to shave everywhere else. She cut herself many times with the unfamiliar blade. That afternoon, the leopard brought several metal rods with leather handles on one end and strange shapes on the other. Poppy watched as he built up the fire. It would have been much too hot on a warm day, if she were not now furless. Then, he put the odd ends of the rods into the hottest part of the fire.\n\n\tHe brushed his paws together. “Now. Would you like the fox or the geese?” he asked. After they played a game and eaten supper the leopard led her to the frame and chained her in place. He had been generous with the wine and pipe, but now he was being severe as he fastened her to the frame. Her limbs were stretched very tightly on this occasion, and she was unable to move at all.\n\n\tThe leopard ran his paws over her bare skin, as he often did. As usual, he ran his claws along her growing collection of cuts and scratches. The bruises beneath her skin were very pronounced.\n\n\tPoppy had known what was coming from the moment he had placed the rods in the fire, had tried to ignore it, to be pleasant to the leopard so he would be pleasant in return. She had not resisted, and had even accommodated him, holding her paws so that he could secure them. But now she could not take her mind away from what was about to happen. \n\n\tThe leather straps on her wrists and ankles did not cut into the flesh, but it scratched at her. She was stretched too tightly to move, almost too tightly to tense her muscles, and she trembled all over as the bear left her alone. She watched him bend to the fireplace, reposition some of the rods, and choose one. He stood, holding the padded end in his great paw. It was a simple curved rod. It was glowing red, and the color seemed to dance on the metal.\n\n\tSaatah soundlessly stepped up to the kit and held the glowing end of the rod in front of her face, near enough to feel the heat. She began breathing quick and shallow breaths.\n\n\tThe leopard stepped around her. He put a hand on her hip and she jumped. She felt the heat of the rod on her skin as the leopard held it near her left buttock. Then he pressed it onto her.\n\n\tThe pain was so immense that Poppy couldn't scream. She soundlessly drew in her breath. The burning pain was immediate and horrible. The smell that reached her nose was sickening.\n\n\tThe kit couldn't tell when the leopard removed the brand, because the pain went on and on. But she knew it had been removed because the leopard stepped in front of her to put it back in the fire. He stirred the coals and chose another rod. \n\n\tPoppy couldn't tell by the pain if this rod was larger than the other, nor its shape. The leopard put it against her right thigh. This time she was able to muster a scream, and it was piercing.\n\n\tSaatah was unhurried in his work. He chose the branding rods carefully, and placed them carefully, and returned them to the fire to use again. He branded her back, ass, and legs. He chose a rune-shaped iron press to her chest, just below her barely developed topbreast.\n\n\tPoppy lost count of the times he burned iron into her flesh. By the time he finished there were burns, though most of them small, on every part of her body. She had been unable to muster a scream with his last strike, a line on her abdomen just above her girlhood. Her whole body hurt as he released her, led her to bed, and fucked her. There was no place she could lie, or to be touched, without pain.\n\n\tFrom that point, for the rest of her life, the pain never ended. When he hurt her he didn't cause pain that was a quick sting, gone in minutes, or even a dull ache gone by the next day. He damaged her. The pain he caused was meant to last, and he added new layers of pain every day.\n\n\tOne day the leopard informed her that she was the last of her father's children, legitimate or otherwise, to still be alive. Poppy was surprised. She had not considered her siblings for some time, and had not noticed when their death screams had ceased. She had been completely focused on surviving her own daily torments. He mentioned, as he trapped her Fox, that she was now the only remaining heir to the badger warlord's claims.\n\n\tThe Raccoon matron cleaned the badger's injuries and sounds every day, but did nothing to ease the pain. Poppy enjoyed the older lady's company but help no hopes that the raccoon would do anything to relieve her predicament. She had broached the subject one day and the raccoon had laughed kindly.\n\n\tSometime after her first burning, she began painting again. She had left off after her torture frame has been assembled. She resumed with a different purpose. She knew her remaining days were few, and it became important to her to create something worthwhile with her remaining hours. Rather than completing several pieces in a day, she spent several days on one final piece of self-expression.\n\n\tAfter three weeks in the leopard's care the badger's furless body was covered in scratches, scars, welts, bruises, and burns. She felt very little when he fucked or raped her. She had become desensitized there. Even when he was most brutal with his barbs she felt barely anything. He was more likely now to fuck her throat, making her gag and retch as he thrust deeply. Sometimes she passed out from lack of air before he finished.\n\n\tFor weeks, the only other furs Poppy had seen were the leopard, the raccoon, and occasionally the fox soldier. Not the leopard came into the room in full uniform. Poppy had not seen it in a while.\n\n\tWith the leopard was a great black bear. Poppy recognized him at once, of course. It was the Doral. And Poppy recognized immediately what that meant. She felt a moment of panic, but she had known this day was coming and she had prepared for it.\n\n\tThe leopard removed his uniform. The bear, who was already unclothed, stared at her. She knew he had looked at many of her siblings the same way. Then the bear looked at the painting on the easel. It was abstract but it seemed to depict the silhouette of a badger girl, leading a group of badgers out of a fiery cavern and into a rainbow-lit land. It was the final expression of her soul, the last thing she would leave behind. It was exquisite.\n\n\tThe leopard had undressed. He lead the kit to the bed and lay down on his back. He instructed her to get on top of him. She did so. It was a position she'd demanded of her before.\n\n\tShe glanced over at the bear. He was breathing out a huge volume of smoke. He was sporting his short but thick erection. Poppy remembered the pain on her siblings' faces, and often in their screams, as the Doral had thrust his cock into them. She knew she was better prepared.\n\n\tThe bear climbed on the bed with them, and crawled on top of her. She felt crushed by his weight. He guided his fat cock into her girlhood. It WAS large, but nothing that she hadn't withstood before. There were many phallic devices in the leopard's box, some of them monstrous, and she knew them all well.\n\n\tThe bear ran his rough paw pads over her bare skin. He drew his claws along her half-sealed wounds. It was, again, nothing that she hadn't suffered before. The sensation of one cock in her girlhood and another in her ass, at the same time, was new.\n\n\tThe leopard finished first, and his cock slowly grew limp and slid out of her as the Doral took his time. Eventually the great bear grunted, and thrust his hips forward, and a moment later rolled away.\n\n\tPoppy removed herself from the leopard and stood. Saatah stood as well and gripped the badger's neck painfully.\n\n\t“The Doral is here today to watch you die,” the leopard said. “You are the last of his surviving children. With your death, his justice will be complete.” He pushed her towards the door.\n\n\tThe badger had not left the cottage in three weeks. Now she was pushed, stumbling, into the yard and onto a platform. There were five other furs there: The raccoon matron, the fox soldier, a horse also dressed as a soldier, a well-dressed chimpanzee with one arm, and a dog in a farmer's best clothes. There was a massive timber frame with chains, a larger and sturdier version of the frame that had held her during many hours of torture. And there was another fur present. Her father's head was on a pole, where it could observe the utter destruction of his lineage. On a hook on the pole hung the long, small-toothed saw that had been used to end him. Its teeth had not been cleaned.\n\n\tThere was also a crowd. The furs had drifted away from the executions, come back in greater numbers at the end, and had thought they were over. It was with melancholy that they discussed their memories of the rituals. Then they had learned of this last kit, the last heir, and that her end would be special.\n\n\tThe leopard restrained her in a fuckable position. The furs who were not already naked took off their clothes. The raccoon, who had never before touched her sexually or caused her pain, put a harness around her hips that held a huge wooden phallus. She put her thin hands on Poppy's hips and thrust the wooden cock into the girl. \n\n\tThe strapped-on member was highly varnished and felt smooth, though very, very hard, as it penetrated her. There was no forgiveness to it and the badger's belly ached as the raccoon repeatedly thrust into her.\n\n\tThe raccoon finally withdrew, and the badger saw the bear grab the matron in one huge arm and kiss her, filling her mouth with his tongue. In the meantime the fox had stepped behind her.\n\n\tLike the raccoon, the fox had never participated in her violation. He had a knot but it wasn't as large as the dog's would be. She felt it inside her as the fox fucked her, but it slid out of her kithood without becoming tied.\n\n\tThe dog went next, and his cock was much larger. Badger vaginas are not made for tying but the knot grew huge inside her, and once the dog was finished the knot did not slide out easily. It was several moments before the dog could separate himself and the bonobo took his place.\n\n\tThey all fucked her, including a second turn for the Doral. Then the leopard stepped forward for another go at her. The un-uniformed soldiers stepped up to quickly release the kit and re-strap her in Saatah's preferred position.\n\n\tIt allowed the leopard to put his face close to the girl's as he fucked her. Saatah slid his barbed cock into the kit's girlhood for the final time. He drew his face close to hers and spat in it. He lifted his great paws to her face and extended his thumb's claws. He thrust his cock over and over in the girl's body but completely focused his attention on her face. He glared directly into her eyes until he covered them with his thumbs.\n\n\tThe kit saw the claws approached and realized immediately what was going to happen. She screamed and began chanting, “No, no, no....” with no hope at all, of course, that it wouldn't.\n\n\tShe squeezed her eyes shut against the inevitable but it was of no help. The leopard's claws were well-manicured in the warrior style. They had a keen razor edge. As he continued to fuck the kit, Saatah carefully found the seams of her eyelids and slid his claws effortlessly between them. With both claws, at once, he pushed in and ruptured the badger girl's eyes.\n\n\tThe girl’s terrified chanting gave way to a piercing scream. Saatah was quite careful to penetrate only the exposed surface of the eye. The warm fluids burst out of the orbs and onto his thumbs. Poppy squeezed her eyelids even tighter as she cried out, and the leopard could see that they were misshapen, deformed over her ruptured eyes. He realized that, while he was intent on destroying her vision, he had ejaculated inside the kit.\n\n\tPoppy's vision did not go entirely dark. The leopard had ruptured the lenses of her eyes, but hand not dug in farther, and the nerves were undamaged. They were unable to make sense of the messages they were receiving, and so they fed her brain gibberish. They received far, far too much light. To Poppy, blindness was not darkness; it was, at least for the rest of her life, a painful brightness that assaulted her mind in a way that no physical or sexual torture ever had. She did not know that she was wailing hard enough to make her throat bleed.\n\n\tIn her turmoil, she did not realize that her tormentors were adjusting her restraints. Only when she found herself hanging from her wrists and ankles did she know they had moved her. She realized that the pressure that pulled on her limbs was increasing, and that she was being stretched out above the ground. She was unable to understand that her paws were now being puled in four directions by a carefully rigged system of cables and pulleys. She did not know that the two powerful soldiers, the leopard and the horse, were turning the wheels of those pulleys to stretch her limbs tightly at perfect right angles.\n\n\tPoppy's screams had subsided, and she was unable to summon the strength to cry out so loudly again. The tightness of her muscles made it hard to breathe deeply. The pain in her wrists, ankles, shoulders, and other joints grew and did not abate. Poppy could not have believed it could become any worse when a tendon in her shoulder snapped, followed quickly by the tearing of a muscle in her groin. She was unable now to muster any sound at all, let alone one that would convey the extent of her pain.\n\n\tShe did not realize at first that when her tissues began tearing, the tightening of the cables had stopped, leaving her in that terrible position, arms and legs stretched to the corners, overwhelmed eyes staring at a bright sky. Only in time did she realize that the pain had been steady for several minutes, but not increased. Her agony did not lessen but Poppy became more aware of her surroundings. Once she became aware of the leopard's face near her own, he spoke.\n\n\t“These are the last minutes of your life. The blade used to end the life of the badger warlord will be used to end the life of his final heir. But it will not cut through your neck.”\n\n\tPoppy could not see that it was the Doral who approached her with the fine-toothed saw. She did not see that the other furs had stepped away, save for the leopard, who stood by her head. In her overwhelming agony, she did not realize until the bear's third stroke that the badger knew what her final death would be. The Doral sawed away steadily, the fine teeth quickly cutting through the flesh of her gkithood and her tailhole before moving more slowly against her pelvic bones.\n\n\tAs the saw began cutting bone, Saatah lowered his face to kiss Poppy, suddenly and violently. He filled her stout, tapered muzzle with his tongue. He wrapped his mighty arms around her and hugged her tightly, his claws piercing her bare flesh. He kissed her harder when there was a gush of red, when the bear cut through a major artery. The saw had cut through her pelvis and into her belly. The blood gushed from the wound. He gripped her tightly enough to break her bones at the moment he felt the life leave her. \n\n* * *\n\n\tThe momentum of the war had shifted. It had taken long months and a lot of sacrifice, a lot of atrocities. Colonel Saatah had built the Doral's guard into a hard army, and they had taken the battle to the badgers.\n\n\n\tSergeant Nickerlily was coordinating the fighting units for an assault on the badgers' central defenses. He was giving instructions to furs of much higher rank than himself, but he had continued to refuse all offers of higher honors.\n\n\tThe night before the attack Saatah took on a scouting mission directly into the enemy headquarters. The squirrel who had served so bravely as the Doral's scout had lost her life on her last mission, and it was necessary for Saatah to know the enemy preparations. No other scout was available.\n\n\tUnder cover of night the leopard had slipped past the enemy guards and found a horrifying site. The badger warlord had been expected to use his prisoners to negotiate. Instead, Saatah found himself witness to their murders. A large pile of bloody, unclothed bodies was growing in the courtyard. A smaller pile of furs' heads grew next to it. \n\n\tA rabbit was being dragged to a red-stained stump in the middle of the yard as the badger warlord looked on. Next to the warlord were several of his older kits. The oldest of them, his chosen heir, watched the parade of death with eager anticipation. Two of the badger's largest henchmen, a puma and a boar, forced his head down to the stump and quickly restrained his paws. They stepped back, and a badger with a sword stepped forward. With a smooth stroke he brought the blade down and the rabbit's head rolled away with a sudden spurt of blood. The death occurred in eerie silence. There was no crowd cheering. The cavalcade of murder was purely for the badger warlord's amusement.\n\n\tAnother of the badger's whelps, the kit Saatah had seen playing with his daughter, was with the group but was not paying attention to the proceedings. Her attention was on a doll that she was scolding.\n\n\tThe leopard tried to concentrate on matters such as troop strength and equipment, but he could not help looking at the pile of bodies. He suddenly spotted what he'd feared, and fell cold. Even without its head, he knew his wife's body too well to not recognize it in the carnage.\n\n\tHe looked back to the execution block. His horror increased as he saw his daughter being led to the deadly spot. In the silence, Saatah could hear the warlord speaking to the kit with the doll. \n\n\t“You enjoyed playing with this one, Poppy,” he said. “Do you want me to keep her for you?”\n\n\tPoppy didn't look away from her doll. “No,” she said. “She's boring now.” In his sudden rage and hatred for the kit, Saatah did not see the warlord gesture. He was not watching when the sword separated his daughter's head from her body.\n\n* * *\n\n\tOnce the crowd had cleared out, the General returned to his quarters and began cleaning the blood from his white fur. He had done so before many times, but there was more blood on his body now than there ever had been after a battle. He took his time, brushing himself to remove all the dried flaking blood and using several pitchers of hot water to remove what the brush couldn't.\n\n\tTomorrow he would be returning all his attention to military matters. The Doral's army had functioned well with his minimal oversight the last few weeks, but he was ready to institute new routines, a training schedule, and a revised table of T&O. \n\n\tHis fur clean, Saatah put on his uniform. The fox orderly had kept his wardrobe and gear immaculate while he'd been occupying himself with the badger kit. Now the General was crisply uniformed and ready for duty. He paused in front of a framed picture, the one new addition to his quarters.\n\n\tIt was the kit's last watercolor painting, carefully framed and protected. It showed a badger child leading her brothers and sisters out of a hellish world and into a rainbow sky. Saatah put his hat on and stepped outside.\n\n\t\n\t\n\n\n\n\t\n\n\t\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n\n\n\n\n \n\t\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Saatah's Story

\tGeneral Saatah walked with his paws relaxed as the garrison commander led him along the cages.  He could easily hear the enthusiasm of the crowd nearby, though of course the crowds were much smaller than they had been on that first day.  Now the executions were routine, and even the Doral had quit participating regularly, although Saatah believed the great bear was involved today.  The General had been proud and glad to be part of the first day's rituals, and that had been enough.

\tThe daily dark revelries were now in their third week.  The badger warlord was brought to his iron seat every day, but his mind was clearly gone.  He simply stared as the latest of his scions was molested, tortured, and executed as brutally as could be arranged.  There was no shortage of furs who wanted to be a part of it; the suffering caused by the badger had been wide and immense.  There was no pity for the offspring of this monster.

\tThe atrocities carried out against the Doral's furs had been manifold, and the abuses used to destroy his spawn were just as varied.  The cubs were no longer taken in any particular order.  After the first three heirs, they were taken without regard to order of succession, boy or girl, legitimate or not.  Often the furs permitted to expunge his vermin had specific requests.  The bereaved mother of a child who had been impaled was with the Doral today as he throat-fucked a girl, one of the badger's younger offspring, whose teeth had been ripped from her mouth as other furs fucked her.  His cock was balls-deep in her bloody mouth.  Once the Doral filled the girl's throat with his bear spew, the grieving fox would finish the child.

\tSaatah was inspecting the cells in which the warlord's remaining cubs were kept prisoner.  Each kit had a clear view of the latest of the siblings to be chosen for extermination.  They weren't forced to watch, but they could not escape the sounds, and few could keep from watching at least some of the rituals.  Often, one would watch motionlessly for some time before realizing what they were watching, what the demise of the day's cub signified for themselves, soon.

\tAs Saatah listened to the commander's thorough report, his eye was captured by a particular girl cub, one who had not yet reached adolescence.  It was the girl's attention to her sister's demise that first caught his attention.  The girl was watching with sympathy but not fear.  It was an expression he had not seen on any of the other badger cubs.

\tSaatah's face grew stony as he recognized the kit.  She seemed to feel his gaze and turned to look at him.  She was puzzled, it seemed, but not afraid.  She, of course, would not remember him.

\tBoth the badger and the leopard looked back at the execution platform.  The fox mother had driven a blade into the cub's vagina.  The blade was 15 inches long and attached to a long pole.  A crosspiece prevented the girl from sliding too far down as the pole was raised upright.  The child would linger for hours.

\tSaatah refocused his attention on the commander's report.  The crowd watching the executions had lately included many unknown furs from the outer lands as the stories of the Doral's justice had spread.  This was exactly what the Doral had intended, but it did raise security concerns that had to be addressed.


\tThe Doral sat casually in his heavy wooden throne and listened as the General summarized his commander's report.  The Doral took a huge drag from a water pipe and offered it to the General, who politely accepted.

\t“So all signs are that the visitors are just visitors, but be careful of smugglers,” repeated the bear.  He waited as the General mastered his coughing enough to wave his agreement.  The Doral pushed aside the documents.  “Well, I'm of a mind to overlook any smuggling as long as black market prices remain reasonable.  The furs need.”  He took the pipe from Saatah, leaned back, and took a massive drag without so much as a wheeze.  “There was something else?”

\tThe General cleared his throat, which caused him to cough a little more.  “There is one of the badger cubs, Doral.  One of the earlier bastard girls.  I would like to request her for my own.”

\tThe Doral grinned. “Of course.  And you know you can choose your own team and methods.  The bear's eyes narrowed.  “Why do I suspect you want something else?

\tSaatah looked away.  “I would like to take my own time with the girl,” said the leopard.  “Several weeks, perhaps.  And I wish to have her to myself during that time, until her end.”

\tThe Doral huffed and leaned back.  He glared at the General as he relight the pipe and took a huge drag.  “Fine.  Take the girl where you like,” he said.

\tSaatah's eyebrows betrayed his surprise.  He ad expected some resistance from the Doral, since the cubs' public suffering had been the point.  “The furs aren't going to miss the destruction of one more cub,” the bear explained.  “The Guardians know you've earned whatever rewards you ever claim, and do you know, you've never claimed a one.”  The bear took another deep drag, held it for a moment, and then exhaled.  “Do you want a dungeon in which to keep her?”

\t“I will provide a place myself, if you please.”

\tThe Doral stood.  He was looking forward to an evening with a comely chambermaid raccoon.  He would have invited the General to join them but the hero would not have wanted to participate.  “I'm sure you'll share what's going on, when you're ready,” he said.



\tThe badger girl had been led to a sunny cabin with many books and a large canopy bed.  There was a wooden table. A grid was carved on the tabletop, and several colored stones sat on the grid.  There was a fireplace with a low fire.  A warm meal was laid out on the sideboard, plain food but far better than the thin gruel the badger had been given the past three weeks.  A curtain covered the room with the chamber pot. The windows looked out on a countryside.  There was a huge snow leopard sitting quietly, with no expression.

\tThe girl said nothing and did not move.  Neither did the leopard.  It became obvious that he was waiting for her to speak.

\t“Am I going to die today?” she asked in a voice not as timid as Saatah might have expected.

\t“No,” he said.

\t“Are you going to hurt me?” asked the cub.

\t“Yes,” said the leopard.  “But only a little today.  The rest of the time I will be your friend.”

\tThe child said nothing.  Presently, the leopard continued.  “I am going to hurt you every day.  I am also going to rape you every day.  But it won't be rough at first.  I will be very gentle today.”

\tThe badger remained silent.  What the leopard had just told her was terrible, horrifying, and yet wasn't nearly as bad an answer as she could have received.

\t“I am Saatah,” said the leopard.

\tThe girl nodded.  “I'm Poppy,” she said.

\tThey remained in silence for several minutes.

\t“You can play Fox and Geese,” the leopard said presently.  He indicated the game pieces.  “Please, sit.”

\tPoppy sat quickly, and remained as still after sitting as she could.

\tThe leopard poured two goblets of wine.  The badger had had wine before, and this wine was excellent but not very strong.  The leopard evidently wasn't trying to get her drunk.  “Are you hungry?” asked the large cat.

\tThe badger nodded, and the leopard waved at the food silently, indicating she should serve herself.  Poppy was famished after weeks of thin oatmeal soup, and the food was plain but inviting:  Some baked potatoes, some mushrooms, and some boiled greens.  It was peasant food, and a season before she had eaten far more sumptuously.  Nevertheless she served herself modestly and placed her food neatly on the table beside the game.  She waited.  “Are you eating, too?” she asked.

\t“Not now,” said the leopard, and waved at her to begin.

\tShe ate daintily for her kind, but she couldn't help eating quickly.  As she finished her last bite the leopard reached forward and moved one of the many similar colored stones, one of the Geese.  The badger looked at the leopard, and back down to the board and reached out to move the larger stone that signified the Fox.


\tPoppy lost three games of Fox and Geese to the wily leopard, who managed to trap her piece in two games and, while playing the fox, evaded capture.  At some point the ritual torture and murder of another of her siblings began not far away.  Although it sent a chill through her body, her recent experiences had hardened her to the suffering of her brothers and sisters.

\tThen the leopard suggested that she read for a time, and he opened a satchel of paperwork he had brought along.  The badger managed to become lost in a book for some time; a story of a courageous doe who knew a secret, but the wicked Duke had a powerful sorceress, and...  Finally the leopard said, “I'm going to rape you soon.”

\tThe badger looked up from her book, suddenly terrified.  She had become relaxed as the leopard had played games with her and not harmed her.  Now her nightmare had returned.

\t“I'm going to be gentle tonight,” continued the leopard.  He had begun removing his clothing.  “Will this be your first time?”  Poppy nodded silently.  The leopard poured a goblet of wine and held it out to her.  “This will make things easier,” he said.  As Poppy sipped from her goblet, the leopard poured a cupful for himself.  He drank quickly and stared at Poppy, who quickly drank her own.

\t“Come here,” commanded the now-naked General.  The badger obeyed.   The leopard lifted her dirndl over her head.  She was, after weeks of hunger, much thinner than normal for a young badger.  She stood very, very still as he ran his powerful paws over her body.  

\tPoppy was the first female Saatah had touched since the deaths of his wife and daughter.  Her outer fur, like that of all badgers, was coarse and stiff.  He divided the bristly topcoat with his claws and found the softer fur underneath.  He stroked her naked body for some time, tenderly and carefully.  She began to relax, ever so slightly, as his touches remained gentle.

\t“I'm going to take you to bed now,” the leopard said softly, and he picked her up easily in his powerful arms.  Poppy didn't struggle, but she stiffened as the leopard carried her to the bed.

\tThe canopied bead was large, and soft, and sturdy.  Saatah set the badger down in the middle of it and climbed into the bed with her.  “Relax to it,” advised the General.  “In the future our sex with be rough,  but tonight I promise to be gentle, as long as you cooperate.”  He ran his massive paws over her body again.  

\tPoppy began to feel the wine's warmth filling her.  The leopard touched her face, her neck, her arms, and her torso, running his fingers in circles over her top set of nipples.  He took his time, becoming familiar with the shape and feel of her body.  He skipped over her groin and began touching her near her knees, and began moving his paws up her legs, caressing inside the thighs, running his claw gently along the crease between her leg and her groin.  He was patient, he was gentle, and he continued until she had begun to relax to his touch.  He began using his tongue then.  He licked her arm, massaging her with his rough tongue on her rough fur.

\tHis tongue moved from her arm to the soft flesh under the arm, and then to the top nipples.  He begun to suck on them, carefully, tenderly.  Despite her fear, Poppy began moaning in the softest possible voice.

\tSaatah let his tongue glide down her body, to the lower nipples, to her navel.  She began to squirm slightly.  She gasped as his tongue found her smooth slit.  He worked it carefully, spending a long time going around the edges and caressing her sensitive lips, and by the time he had finished she was moaning loudly.  It was turning into a first sexual encounter that her mother, or any of the warlord's women, would have envied.

\tThe badger's little pussy was growing damp from her excitement.  Saatah allowed his tongue to dip beyond her outer lips for the first time, and she gasped.  He tasted her girlish juices and reveled in the taste.  He spread her lips apart, careful to not poke her most tender flesh with his claws, and marveled at the pink flesh that still formed a gateway to her innermost pleasures.

\tThe leopard separated himself gently and sat up.  He poured two more goblets of wine and handed her one.  She did not hesitate.  She sipped at it steadily, and was about half finished when the leopard had finished his own.  He waited patiently as she downed the last of it.

\tHe resumed his place with his face between the kit's thighs. He returned his mouth to her slit, and touched the tip of his tongue to her hymen.  He took his time enjoying it, knowing that it would soon be gone forever.

\tPoppy was very relaxed when he lifted his head and rose to his knees.  Poppy's apprehension returned as she realized that it was time.  The General spread her legs gently and lay between them.  His cock was as stiff as it had been since his daughter was alive.

\tHe had timed his assault well.  She felt the warmth of the second cup reaching her as he prepared to assail her.

\tHe touched the tip of his cock to the badger's tiny cunt.  She was wet, and he used the cock tip to spread the moisture.  He had never had to file down the barbs of his cock, but the barbs nearest the tip were shortest, and the leopard slid his cock in until it pressed against her hymen.  Then, he pushed.

\tThe badger gasped as he broke through her virginity, but did not cry out.  The General was careful to move slowly and patiently, sliding his long cock into her slowly.  She shuddered as his barbs entered her, but still did not cry out.  The General knew how to please a girl with his spines, rather than hurt her.  He had done so with his daughter, though not nearly enough times.

\tSaatah moved his cock slowly in and out of the badger.  He did not try to hold back his orgasm or make an effort to give one to his victim.  His cock went in less than halfway before he reached her cervix.  He did not press it in further. It was not much time until he reached his climax, and it was so, so much better than it had been in the ass of the oldest heir.

\tSaatah looked down at Poppy, who looked up at him in bewilderment.  She had seen several of her brothers and sisters deflowered before they died, and she had forgotten that the act could be pleasant, tender, loving.  

\tThe leopard moved slowly as he disengaged from the child.  The few inches of his cock that had been inside the girl were moist from her juices and his semen.  He touched her tenderly as he rolled away from her.  He sat up on the edge of the bed, and stroked her naked body.

\t“I'm going to hurt you now,” he said.  “But only a little bit tonight.  Someday I'll hurt you a lot.  But tonight it will be quick, and then we can be friends again.”
\t
 \tPoppy begin shivering, but nodded quietly.  “Roll onto your belly,” said Saatah.

\tThe badger rolled onto her stomach.  The General began stroking her back lightly with his claws.  When she had released some of her tension, he began using a single claw, drawing it down her back repeatedly, not yet painfully, but informing her of the pain to come.

\t“Now,” said Saatah, and he pressed his claw against her flesh, drawing it down in a smooth motion.  He did not press hard enough to draw blood, but an angry red line immediately appeared on her flesh.  Poppy made a badger bark of sudden pain.

\t“That's all for now,” said Saatah.  “No more pain today.  I promise.  We can be friends again now.”  The badger looked at the leopard, and suddenly jumped into his arms, sobbing.


*  *  *


\tLieutenant Saatah had been traveling with his young family along the Doral's Road when he'd observed panicked furs running towards the haven of the Doral's gated town.  
\t
\tLeading the village furs was a stallion, a farmer.  He had taken control of the terrified refugees and was calmly giving them directions.  Saatah approached the horse.

\tNickerlilt was the horse's name.  The story he gave was disturbing.  Badger raiders had crossed through the hills to the east and were looting and burning farms, capturing or killing farming furs.  Nickerlilt was obviously outraged but gave a clearly detailed story.  His observations would be invaluable to the Doral to mount a defense.

\tSaatah made quick decisions.  He recruited Nickerlilt into the Doral's Guard on the spot, with a rank of sergeant, and ordered him to lead the farmers to safety, but to not risk himself in protecting them.  The information he carried would be invaluable in the next few hours.

\tSaatah returned to his family, and for a moment became a husband and father again.  He had met his wife at a most traditional leopard summit, had shared pleasures with her the first night and every night thereafter.  By the end of the conclave they had found that they enjoyed each other's company as much as their bodies, and they chose to bond.  The cub had come exactly 100 days after the end of the gathering.

\tHe explained to them that the stallion would lead them to safety, but it would be his responsibility to put eyes on the marauders and develop a defense.  He kissed his wife passionately and lifted his daughter.  She was turning into a young woman, and they'd only recently welcomed her into their bed, as she'd welcomed her father into her body.  Saatah loved her deeply as a child and was looking forward to learning how to love her as a partner.

\tHe became a soldier again, and after confirming that the newly-minted sergeant would have control of things, turned to the east to where the badgers waited.


*  *  *


\tOn the second day Saatah entered the room as the sun rose.  The badger woke as he came in.  The General removed his coat and sat silently.  He gave the girl time to awaken.  She remained still under the covers for some time.  

\t“Good morning,” said the General, once he was sure she was fully awake and simply hiding from facing the day, or him.  He gave her a few minutes more to hide.  “I would like you to come out now,” he finally said in a gentle voice. After a moment, the quilted blanked slid down to reveal a pointed badger nose.

\t“I stopped in to break my fast with you,” said the General.  “I can't stay, but I will return this afternoon.”  A raccoon matron came in bearing a tray of oatmeal, and berries, and eggs, and mushrooms.  The General was charming and the badger, still hungry after her starvation, finally ate her fill.

\tThe leopard stood and put on his jacket.  He bowed slightly.  “Thank you for your time,” he said.  “I look forward to your company later today.:

\t“Are you going to... going to hurt me again?”

\t“Yes,” said Saatah, kindly.

\tPoppy thought for a moment.  “Are you going to rape me again like last night?”

\t“Yes,” said Saatah.

\tPolly thought for a moment longer.  “That's OK, then,” she decided.


*  *  *

\tSaatah rushed through the gates as they opened.  The fortifications had grown greatly since he'd sent his family here.  He rushed through the outer yard, intent on delivering his report.  

\tThe Doral stepped outside as he reached the inner gate.  The bear pointed to his left.  “Deliver your report, Lieutenant.  Then come see me.”  The bear turned away, and Saatah approached a group of furs that he recognized, several of the Doral's wisest advisers.  They were now wearing emblems of captains of the Doral's Guard, though evidently there weren't enough uniform parts to go around.  Saatah felt slightly awed to be reporting directly to these furs, but they listened gravely to his facts and assessment.

\tThe situation was grim.  Saatah estimated marauders in the thousands approaching, with the lead elements only a day behind him.  Most of the raiders were badgers, with a smattering of other species: wolves, bobcats, and wolverines from the forests; coyotes and caracals from the plains.  Saatah had spotted an ape among their ranks. They would be there now if the vanguard wasn't constantly rotated, as the skirmishers came across a yet untouched farm and claimed it for their own.  It slowed the badger army's progress.

\tSaatah finished his report and found the Doral quickly.  The horse, Nickerlily, was with him.

\tNickerlily explained:  The badgers and their allies had not only invaded from the east.  A northeast pass had provided them cover for an invasion from the mountains.  The northern marauders had reached the Doral's Road just as Nickerlily's band of furs was passing.  He was devastated that he had not stayed to protect the column, but Saatah's orders had been clear.

\t“It was the right thing to do,” said the Doral.  “You both did well.  More than half the refugees made it here, and they wouldn't have gotten that far without your guidance, Nick.”  The Doral looked at the leopard gravely.  “Your wife and daughter didn't escape.  They weren't among the bodies we recovered.  We think they were taken captive.”

*  *  *

\tPoppy looked up from her story as the door opened and the leopard stepped into the room. He was dressed, like yesterday, in simple peasants' clothing.  The raccoon had helped Poppy clean herself, and the badger looked much better with shiny, clean fur.  

\tSaatah sat down at the table.  “Would you like to play the Fox this time?” he asked.

\tSaatah spent hours with the child.  They played games of Fox and Geese and Nine Fur's Morris.  Saatah read a story to the kit, who snuggled on the bed next to him as he read aloud.  And he held her comfortingly when she was seized with fits of crying.  During one of these fits he listened to the agonized death of another of the kit's siblings.

\tThe raccoon matron brought them supper.  She changed the water in the basin and left.  Supper was brown bread and stew.  Poppy, no longer ravenous from weeks of hunger, ate lightly.

\tHer visitor had her drink more wine, and he brought out a small, colorful glass pipe.  He set fire to a stick and used it to light the pipe, breathing in deeply and breathing out a cloud of bluish-gray smoke.  He passed the pipe to the kit.  When she didn't smoke it right away, he waved his paw impatiently.  The embers were still hot enough to give her a good hit, and she coughed uncontrollably for several minutes.  The wine and the weed worked together on the girl, and she became dizzy and befuddled.\t

\tAfter supper Saatah took her to bed.  He was a patient and thorough lover.  The kit found his touch more pleasant than she had the day before.  She did not orgasm, but she found herself enjoying the feeling of his cock inside her.  His was careful to not allow his barbs to hurt her, and they added a pleasant tingling as they moved in an out of her vagina.  He kissed her, and she allowed it.  Presently his back arched and he grunted as he filled her with his semen.

\tShe had expected the leopard to hurt her again once he had finished, but he did not.  He lay next to her, gently running his claws through her fur.  His gently caresses pleased and excited her in ways that his fucking her had not.  She began crying again, at the sudden sad thought that she would never know a lover of her own kind, never grow to be a sow and a mother.  The General simply held her as she wept, and she found comfort in the arms that she knew were to destroy her.

\tPresently her weeping ended, and the leopard gently wiped away her years.  Then he licked her cheek.  His rough tongue felt nice against her coarse fur.

\tSaatah continued touching the kit, but now his touches became more passionate.  The leopard's first load was oozing out of her, but she wanted more.  He obliged her, rolling again on top of her and guiding his cock into her.  His thrusting was harder now, and the barbs of his cock were less pleasurable, but she did not want him to stop.  And he did not stop, not for a long time, until he ejaculated a second load of his seed into her.

\tShe was breathing heavily as he rolled off of her.  He continued stroking her skin but she sensed that he was ready to do something else.

\t“Is it time to hurt me?” she asked.

\t“Yes,” said the leopard.  “Roll onto your belly.”

\tPoppy obeyed.  “Are you going to scratch me again?” she asked.  

\t“Yes,” said Saatah.  “And more than yesterday.”  Poppy rolled completely onto her belly and held her paws against her ears, as though by blocking out the sound she could diminish the hurt.

\tSaatah took his time scratching the kit's back, too hard to be pleasant but not enough to hurt.  After several minutes he extended a claw and drew it brusquely down her back.  She flinched but did not cry out.  He put his claw again on her shoulder, and she knew that he had not finished.  Three more times he clawed at her, not as hard as he could have, but hard enough to raise angry crisscrossed lines beneath her fur.  Drops of blood appeared where they crossed.  She cried out a bit each time, but did not beg.  Afterward she did not cry, as as Saatah took her in his arms he knew that she was becoming resigned to her fate.

*  *  *

\tLieutenant Saatah had wanted to leave to rescue his family at once.  He did not ask to do so.  The Doral know how badly Saatah wanted to rescue his family but did not offer to let him do so.  He was needed too badly at home.  The badgers and their allies had reached the Doral's palisade.  In that time Saatah had organized the settlement's citizens into a defensive guard that, albeit with some losses, repelled the invaders.

\tThe Doral promoted Saatah to Colonel and put him in charge of turning the garrison into an army, while seeing to the defenses of the Doral's remaining communities.  He leaned heavily on the sturdy Sargent Nickerlilt, who had refused an officer's commission.  

\tRegular scouting missions were dispatched to the north and west to gather information about the badger marauders.  Occasional raiding bands of the enemy appeared throughout the area, but were quickly repelled.  Wartime preparations and activities proceeded as usual.  Then the time came that a squirrel scout reported activity in the enemy camps.

\tColonel Saatah was sufficiently alarmed to see for himself.  There are many stories of his bravery as a scout; they can be found in history books or heard at village taverns.  Presently, Saatah was concealed in the enemy stronghold.

\tBy luck, he had arrived while the badger warlord was also there.  He was able to gather information on logistics, materiel, and morale that would later help drive the invaders from the land.  He also found his family.

\tHe was unable to do anything to rescue them, but he watched them as long as he dared.  They shared a cage together in the courtyard.  They were both battered and sick.  It was evident that they had been molested regularly.  His beautiful wife was limp, listless, barely able to acknowledge her daughter.  His daughter appeared in better spirits.  She had a friend.

\tSaatah watched as his daughter and the badger kit played through the bars of his family's cage.  There was a grid drawn in the dirt outside the cage, and the badger and the leopard were taking turns.  Several adult badgers were watching them with amusement.  Saatah had no doubt that many of them had raped his partners, and he burned with rage.  It was with a great effort that he turned away from the scene to return to the Doral's safety.

*  *  *

\tOn the third day Poppy was not hiding in bed when the leopard came.  She was already awake and even cheerful when the General entered her room and removed his jacket.  The raccoon had already delivered breakfast.  The badger ate oats and berries, and the leopard broke his fast on eggs and sausage.

\tThe General had time for one game of Fox and Geese before he needed to leave.  He made sure Poppy had a glass of wine but had none himself. The badger girl played well as the geese, nearly trapping the fox before the General moved it in a clever way.  She kissed him goodbye when he left for the day.

\tWhen he came back in the afternoon he brought a gift with him.  She had mentioned, in passing, that she liked painting.  He set it down by the door.

\tThey played Fox and Geese again, one game, during which they each had a glass of wine and a bowl of weed.  The kit then asked the General if he could rape her again... please.  He took her to bed and made love to her, and she had her first orgasm.  And her second.  He'd made love to her the way he had with his daughter, too few times.  They were still in bed together when the raccoon brought supper.

\t“If you hurt me now,” said Poppy, thoughtfully, “can you rape me again before you go away?”  Saatah could.  He didn't use his claws today.  He used his belt.  After supper, he had the girl lean, bare naked, over the back of a chair, and he swung the leather strap under her tail.  She gasped with pain.  

\t“Don't get up yet,” said the leopard when the kit started to move.  A moment later, he swung the belt again.  Her back arched and she barked her distress.

\tSaatah watched as the badger settled back onto her paws.  She trembled, and flinched easily.  Five times, in all, he struck her.  Five stripes under her tail where the blood was seeping.

\tPoppy cried for a while, and for a time didn't talk to the General.  Then she opened the gift he'd brought her.

\tShe was suddenly completely diverted from her anger with the General.  There were small pots of pigment cakes, and badger hair brushes.  There were bottles of ink and dip pens. A delicate porcelain palette completed the kit.

\tThe leopard opened the door and said, “now.”  A fox soldier came in carrying a plain but sturdy tripod.  The raccoon maid followed with a stack of paper.  

\tThe raccoon took Poppy's discarded dress.  The girl scampered to get into a new one before she began painting.  Saatah sat naked and smiled as her dark mood gave way to excitement.

\tThe kit painted, and the leopard watched, until the light was too dim to continue.  He watched as she dashed through the first paintings and discarded them, and then began to take her time.  She had spent nearly an hour with her last painting, and it had not been finished when the light fell.

\t“Never mind,” said the leopard.  He picked her up in his powerful arms and held her to his bare body.  “You can continue tomorrow.  You'll be able to paint for days.”  The importance of his words arrived slowly but all at once.  She would not be executed tomorrow, or the day after.  He gave her wine and smoked weed with her and carried her to the bed.

\t“You offered to let me rape you again before I left tonight.” It was not a question.  She held up her arms and he removed her dirndl.

\tHe was not so gentle as he had been before, but she didn't need him to be that gentle anymore.  He fucked her for a long time.  She had orgasms twice before he filled her with his seed.

*  *  *


\tOn the morning of the fourth day, Saatah arrived early.  Poppy was still asleep.  She woke when he climbed into the bed with her, roughly spread her legs, and drove his cock into her.  He was not gently as he had always been with his daughter.  His wife had enjoyed vigorous, hard fucking, and that was what he provided Poppy this morning.  She was overwhelmed and did not speak, though she made several noises.  She chittered her pleasure and barked her pain when he was rough, but none of it was unpleasant to her.

\tFinally, the leopard roared as he filled her belly with his cum.  He enjoyed having her cunt wrapped around his cock until the throbbing subsided. He finally withdrew after his cock had turned limp.

\tSaatah sat, completely naked, at the table until the raccoon delivered breakfast.  Poppy was bemused by the aggressiveness of his morning rape, and ate in silence.  When she had finished she asked if she might return to her paints, and the leopard nodded silently.  She put on a clean dirndl and turned to her easel.  Saatah watched in silence for a while before gathering his clothes, tucking them under his arm, and leaving.

\tPoppy was left alone for much of the day.  The raccoon matron had come in after the leopard left, to clean up after breakfast and to help the badger kit clean up after the leopard's rape.  She finished her painting from the night before, and read for a while, and then painted some more.  She was finishing another painting when he leopard returned.  The leopard was followed by the fox soldier who had delivered her easel the day before, and a couple other soldiers who brought in boxes and bundles of timber.

\tNo one said anything.  The soldiers dropped off their parcels and left, except for the fox, who began assembling things.  The leopard removed his clothing and sat, silently.  Poppy, having been told nothing and given no instructions, presently returned to her painting.  

\tSaatah watched as she worked.  Her latest painting was abstract and emotional.  She had made use of purples, blues, greens, and dark hues to create a dreamscape that reflected her inner turmoil and despair.  The leopard was impressed by the badger's skill; had she lived to grow up, she might have become a fine artist.

\tThe fox bustled about his work.  Soon there was a heavy timber frame in the room with hooks and rings attached in several places.  

\tPoppy quit painting when she recognized the framework the fox was building.  She had seen some of her siblings broken on frames like that, and before that, the local furs on similar frames in her father's war camp.  The fox attached leather cuffs to chains on the framework.

\tThe fox also put rings on the posts of her large bed.  A box turned out to be a trunk with several drawers. The drawers, once opened, showed leather straps, lengths of rope, and several more ominous items:  a whip, needles, knives.  There were pieces of metal that the badger did not recognize and did not want to guess the use of.

\tThe fox finished his work and left quickly.  Poppy saw that the leopard was staring at her.  He had an erection.  He approached the badger and took her shin in his great paw.

\t“I'm going to fuck you in the ass tonight,” said the leopard.

\tPoppy barely understood him.  Her attention was completely focused on the items the fox had brought.  

\tThe idea of anal sex did not frighten or repulse the child.  Sometimes the leopard's raping was enjoyable, and sometimes it was not.  She had seen other males fuck their partners in the ass before.  Some of the prisoners in her father's compound had screamed loudly while being raped in that way, but the same prisoners had screamed during any kind of rape.  Her own rape by the leopard had been enjoyable more often than not, and the mere idea of being fucked in the ass didn't upset her.

\tThe leopard continued touching her body, and occasionally his erection rubbed against her.  Having no idea what she should be doing, she returned to painting as the leopard fondled her.

\tThe leopard began licking her thick fur with his rough tongue.  She found it hard to concentrate on her painting while he was kissing and licking her neck.  His hands were on her legs, moving up, and lifting her dress as they climbed.

\tPoppy quit painting, standing still in her confusion.  The leopard had not said a word to her, this afternoon or that morning, beyond his intention to violate her backside.  He had sat naked when he wasn't raping her, watching her silently while she painted, and while she watched in horror as her room was filled with the implements of pain.  She had actually come to enjoy the times spent with the leopard when he wasn't hurting her. But now he made her feel afraid, and his touch terrified her.

\tSaatah could feel the kit's trembles as he touched her.  Suddenly, he grabbed the bottom of her dress and lifted it roughly.  She wasn't ready or balanced, and she fell hard to the floor.  Saatah continued pulling it off of her, tearing it in his rough haste.

\tPoppy braced herself for him to rape her then, but he did not.  Now that she was naked he backed away, not a comfortable distance but no longer touching her.

\t“In your ass, tonight.  I will not be kind.”  With those words the leopard backed away and sat down.  There was nothing comforting in his withdrawal.  He continued to stare hungrily at her.

\tHer fear turned to embarrassment and became awkward.  He was evidently not going to rape her yet.  She was naked now, as was he, but he didn't seem intent on doing anything about it, though his barbed erection thrust upwards.  She didn't want to sit at the table with him, and she didn't want to take a book to bed to read; once she got into bed, he might decide to join her.  So she returned to painting.

\tShe painted with dark colors that matched her mood.  She painted nothing at first, with broad strokes, and then the shape of a curve reminded her of a shape from a dream, and she began painting that.  She couldn't escape the leopard's terrifying glare, or cover her nakedness, but she found herself disappearing into the painting as she created it.  She put down the brush and picked up the ink and a pen, and put herself into the picture.  She inked a tiny badger kit, herself, amid the dark swirling colors of a hellscape sky.

\tSaatah continued to watch the girl as she calmed herself with the painting.  It was an emotional piece, surprisingly deep for a child, but conveying her desperation, fear, and anguish.  In time, in hours, she finished her work and stepped back.  

\t\tSaatah stood, took the brush from her hand, and led her to the timber frame.  She did not resist as he buckled her paws into the restraints.  She said nothing as he removed the whip from the box.  It was a signal whip, 12 plait, barely three feet long beyond the handle.  The leather was supple.

\tThe leopard did nothing to lead the kit into her beating.  He simply began with a powerful stroke, which caught the kit from the shoulder to the kidney.  It awakened her; her eyes became alert, and she bit back a scream.

\tThen Saatah swung again, and Poppy did scream, a sudden, short barking yelp.  And another yelp as the leopard struck her a third time.  The strokes crossed with each blow, from right to left and then from left to right.  With the fourth blow Poppy did not cry out, nor after that.  A fifth blow, and a tenth, and more.  At twelve blows Poppy began a snuffling crying, which remained steady but did not grow louder, as the leopard struck her fifteen and twenty times.  After thirty times the beating stopped.

\tPoppy's fur was matted and tangled from the relentless onslaught.  It was sticky from the blood that had oozed from her wounds.  Neither badger nor leopard spoke as he unbuckled her and led her to bed, where he lay her on her stomach.

\tSaatah took a dollop of lard from a small jar and rubbed it into Poppy's ass.  He straddled her, positioned his barbed cock against her tailhole, and pushed himself inside.  It wasn't like when he had taken her virginity, gently and carefully; her introduction to anal sex was a sudden thrust, and then a steady push as the leopard fucked her ass to his balls.  She screamed again as he slammed into her, and fell into a painful snuffling as he pounded her guts from the inside.  There was no pleasure in this, only violation.  The pain became less as the pounding continued, and she fell silent, no longer feeling punched with every deep thrust, only wishing that it was over.  After a few more minutes, the leopard arched his back and grunted, and it was.

\tThe leopard remained there as his cock went limp, and he withdrew.  Poppy hoped he'd leave her bed at once, but he did not.  Instead, he began stroking her arm where the whip had not touched her, and she felt revulsion at his touch.

\t“Tomorrow I will be more gentle with you when I rape you,” said the leopard.  “I promise.”  He spoke gently, and his expression seemed sad at having hurt her.  Poppy turned away from him.

\tSaatah carefully removed himself from her bed.  “Tomorrow we can be friends again,” he said, and left.  The raccoon entered the room at the same time, carrying a basin of warm water and soap, and she began cleaning the badger's mutilated back.

*  *  *

\tThe leopard was back early the next day, fully dressed in his uniform.  Poppy did not want to see him, and she pulled the quilt over her head to escape him, hoping he would soon leave.  He did not.  After a time, Poppy fell back asleep.  

\tWhen she awoke, the leopard was still watching.  
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\tPoppy was aching, thirsty, and needed the chamber pot.  She also knew that it would be impossible to escape the day by sleeping longer.  Reluctantly, she emerged from her quilt.

\tThe leopard still sat there, watching, on his face an expression meant to be reassuring.  She avoided his gaze and she jumped to the floor and walked past him to the curtained room.

\tShe sat on the chamber pot longer than she needed, to enjoy the moment of privacy, but it was no more practical to hide here than under the covers.  She stepped out, and the leopard was still smiling pleasantly.

\tShe was very hungry and breakfast had been set out on the table at which he sat.  She lowered herself into the other chair, avoiding eye contact with him, and began eating berries, one at a time.  The berries were all that was appetizing; the eggs had long since turned cold and the oats had congealed.   Poppy ate berries, one at a time, until they were gone.

\tSaatah moved the dishes aside and placed the pieces on the Fox and Geese board.  After a moment, he moved the Fox stone and waited patiently for Poppy to respond.  Eventually, she reached out and moved a Goose stone.

\tThe badger played the game badly, not paying attention and not caring when the leopard captured one of her stones after another.  The leopard scooped the stones into a pile and reached out for the badger's paw.  After a moment she placed her paw in his.  He stood and led her to the bed.  It was a a relief to her; she was not ready to be hurt, and when he removed her clothing and his own, she did not resist.  He lit a pipe and drew in from it and offered it to her as he exhaled.  She dutifully took it and took an impressively long drag.  He poured two glasses of wine and she finished hers first.

\t“I will be gentle with you today, while I rape you,” said the leopard.  “I will hurt you today, and sex will hurt afterward.  But I will not do anything to hurt you while I have sex with you.”  It was the first time either of them had referred to the act as anything but “raping.”

\tIt was not pleasant for the badger, but it was not too painful either.  Her back still stung from yesterday's beating.  The leopard took his time with her, and she lay still.  The pleasure she'd felt from his touch before was gone.  He kissed her, and stroked her fur; he tasted her girlhood with his tongue and felt it with his paws.  In time he placed his body over hers, guided his cock into her, and began slowly thrusting.  He was again gentle with his barbs, but Poppy took no pleasure from them.
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\tThe leopard thrust steadily for several moments before releasing his seed into her infertile womb.  He did not linger, but stood and took a book from the shelf.  He sat at the table and began reading, completely ignoring the cub.  His limp, moist cock dangled from the edge of his chair.

\tAn hour later, the leopard put down the book and led the kit back to bed.  He positioned her on her knees and entered her from behind, as their wild ancestors had fucked.   He trust for some time, stopping from time to time to prolong his pleasure, before adding a second load to the mess inside Poppy' girlhood.

\tHe did not let her leave the bed.  He rolled her onto her back and turned towards the box of horrors to take out leather restraints, which he placed on her wrists and ankles to secure her to the bedpost rings.  He placed a hood over her head that covered her eyes and ears, blinding and muffling the sounds of his movement.

\tPoppy lay there, blinded and hindered from hearing.  She did not know how long, but it seemed a very long time. From time to time she trembled or jerked as she anticipated pain or rape at any moment.

\tAfter a long time, the leopard removed the mask from her hood.  The room was dimming as the afternoon sun gave way to evening. The leopard was holding a pawful of long, very sharp needles.  He said nothing.  He put the mask back in place and she was blinded again.

\tShe felt him drawing the tip of a needle through her fur, lightly scratching her skin.  When he reached her budding topbreast he poked it, and she barked at the sudden slight pain.  He continued this way for a time, letter her feel the needle tip as it scratched and poked many points on her body.  She felt it on her paws, her neck, her body, and her vagina, and many other places.

\tThen she felt the leopard grip her pussy and she felt him press a needle against the outer lip.  She drew in her breath and was ready to scream, but as the needle slid through the flesh it did not hurt as badly as she thought.  Certainly, not nearly as much as the beating she'd endured the day before.
There was a sting as the needle penetrated the inner lip.  The metal felt strange, invasive as it slid through her flesh.  The tip poked the inner lip on the other side and the leopard kept pushing.  Soon, the  long needle had pierced both lips and formed a bar over her girlhood.

\tShe felt the leopard place another needle opposite to the first one, and it slid into her most personal flesh from the other direction.  In a minute more, there was a second needle crossing her vagina through both lips.  

\tThe leopard placed several more needles to form a ladder across Poppy's vagina.  It hurt, but not badly; it was weird and invasive, but not unbearable.

\t\tThen Saatah pushed a needle into her clit, and she did scream.  He pushed the long needle through the other side, and she screamed some more.  He continued pushing until the needle had passed through her flesh, emerging the other side, and she screamed continuously.  She had not realized, until that moment, how much more sensitive her clit was than her lips.

\tOnce he stopped sliding the needle through her tender organ the pain diminished to where she could catch her breath.  Her breath caught as she felt the sting of a second needle, and she screamed again as it slowly passed through.

\tAfter there were four needles in her clit, and a ladder of them across her vagina, she felt the leopard get off the bed.  He removed her mask and held a mirror between her thighs, so she could see his handiwork.  Her pussy in the reflection looked strange with all the metal passing through it.  It was alien, other, repulsive.  The leopard rested his paw on the tangle of needles and the pressure hurt a little, and she could feel every bit of metal inside her.  The leopard patted her steel-encroached pussy, and the pain was enough to make her bark her discomfort.

\tThen the leopard began removing the needles.  They did not hurt as much as they did going in, but more than they did when they were resting inside her flesh.  She did not scream again but tears began leaking from her eyes.

\tThe leopard placed the needles on a white linen cloth which quickly grew red stains from her blood.  He climbed on top of her and guided his cock into her sore pussy.   His thrusts were gentle but hurt anyway in her damaged pussy.  She continued weeping, and not screaming, as the leopard thrust for a long time before releasing a third load into her.

\tAfter resting and withdrawing from her, he unbuckled her paws.  He did not get off the bed.  Poppy got up and moved to a chair.  Her pussy ached as she sat.

\tThe leopard arranged himself comfortably on the bed and gazed at the kit.  She sat silently for a time, and then began weeping.  The weeping gave way to crying, and in time the badger was sobbing uncontrollably, hiding her face in her arms, her body wracked with sobbing.  Still the leopard watched silently.

\tShe cried for some time before crying herself out.  She longed to return to bed but the leopard was still there.  In time the raccoon matron brought in supper, but the badger had no appetite at all.

\tThe leopard stood, however, and approached the table.  He selected his food and ate from the platters, standing up.  His limp but long cock dangled in front of Poppy's face, and she saw streaks of blood on it from her mutilated girlhood.

\tIt became obvious that the leopard was standing there deliberately.  His cock, having given three performances that day, began rising to a fourth.  It raise to half-mast, and the leopard reached out to touch Poppy's cheek.

\tShe was oddly exasperated by the unspoken demand. She took the tip of his cock in her mouth. She didn't like the feel of his barbs on her tongue, and the coppery taste of her own blood made her gag.

\tThe leopard rested his huge paws on Poppy's head.  He guided her slightly, but did not force his cock into her throat.  He never became fully erect, and that made it easier for Poppy to keep massaging him with her lips.

\tSaatah enjoyed the warmth of her mouth for several minutes before gently pushing her away.  He patted her cheek again and turned away to gather his clothing.

\tOnce dressed, he sat down on the bed and patted the mattress next to him.  Realizing that the leopard was clothed and had no more energy to rape her, Poppy sat next to him.

\tThe leopard gently rested his paw at the small of her back.  “You had a very hard day today.  So I will give you a gentle day tomorrow. But this is the last time that I will promise to be gentle while raping you.”  With that he left, and the raccoon came in to care for the girl's fresh injuries.

*  *  *


\tThe next day, the leopard kept his promises.  He paddled her shortly after breakfast. It was not gentle, and it would sting the rest of the day, but Poppy found herself relieved to ave gotten it out of the way.  The leopard promised afterward that he would not hurt her any more that day.  He became charming, undemanding, a gentlefurly companion.  As he had done on his kinder days before, he played games with her, read to her, and watched while she painted.  She used brighter colors, perhaps to display her better mood, perhaps because the pots of darker colors were running low.  The leopard sent for a new set. It rained outside, and they sat together and listened to the thunder while they drank wine and smoked.  For whatever reason, the leopard could not hear the death of another cub over the sounds of the storm.

\tWhen the storm had ended and the air smelled fresh, he took her to bed and had sex with her.  He was undemanding and gentle.  She did not have an orgasm, but she was not unhappy with his efforts.  He rested for a time and had sex with her again before he left.

\tThe day after, Saatah was gentle again.  He asked her to suck his cock, and he spoke softly when he told her what he wanted.  It took some time before she found herself swallowing his ejaculation.  Later, he hurt her by driving needles through her small top breasts.  He let her watch, and he explained what he was doing.  It was bearable pain, and she found herself fascinated as she watched the steel passing through her flesh.

\tLater, it occurred to Poppy that it had hurt quite a lot, but being calm, she had been able to muster the mental strength to withstand the pain.  

*  *  *

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\t“It's been a week, Saatah,” the Doral grumbled.  He was bent over the billiards table twice the size of the ones on which Saatah had learned the game, with larger balls and cue sticks to match.  The Doral missed his shot and he grunted.

\tThe general waited until the bear had taken a huge drag from his pipe and released it.  He took his time with his shot, but he was a cautious player only out of respect for the Doral.  He could beat the bear in seven out of ten matches. He caromed his cue off the object ball and sunk it, according to the Doral's strange rules.

\t“Which is fine.  The defenses are sound, the garrisons are alert, you're on top of things.  I don't care if you take a few days here and there to enjoy your toy.

\tSaatah nodded respectfully, to show that he was listening, and sunk his cue off a different object ball.  Which was the aim in the Doral's game.

\t“There are eight of his whelps still alive.  He won't last long enough to see them all die.  The plan is tomorrow, we cut off his head and mount it on a pole.  The ones that are left are the youngest ones, and pretty much everyone just wants to get them out of the way.”

\tThe Doral took a deep hit from his hookah, and when he exhaled the smoke filled their part of the large room.  “Which isn't to say that they will go easy.  Can't.  Need to send the whole message.”  The bear casually sunk his fourth red ball in a row.  “That'll all be done in another week, and you want to keep her for how long?”  He took his time with his next shot, a difficult angle to the middle pocket.  He sank it.

\t“Well, if nothing else, we won't be as tired of the whole matter.  And it'll be good to have the group from the first night together again for the final one.”

*  *  *

The next morning, Saatah aggressively raped Poppy.  She did not cry or shy away from him.  She simply lay there until he was done.

\tThey ate breakfast together, undressed, and played Nine Fur's Morris.  Saatah listened as the crowd in the Doral's court gathered, out of sight of the cabin, but easy to hear today.  It was a special day.

\tAfter their game, Saatah led the girl to the timber rack.  He gave her the worst beating she had ever received.  He used the signal whip, a bamboo cane, and leather straps to strike her, repeatedly, until his own well-trained arm began to tire.  She barked in pain often but did not cry, and certainly did not beg.  Saatah realized that she had found in herself a new reserve of strength.  It pleased him.  He fucked her as she stood tied to the frame, running his sharp claws over her fresh welts as he thrust in and out of her vagina, enjoying the trembling of her overspent body.

\tAfter he filled her with his semen, he unstrapped her and suggested she might want to nap.  She did, and she didn't seem distressed to have him in the room as she rested.  The kit snuffled in the way of her kind as she slept.  Saatah listened to the crowd cheering beyond sight of the cottage, ending with a spreading silence, and a sudden roar of excitement. The Doral might be getting tired of the whole thing, but the furs knew that the events would end in a few more days and had begun to come back to behold the violence one more time.

\tThe physically exhausted and mentally overwhelmed kit slept for hours.  She began to stir when the raccoon brought in supper.  Before she had fully awakened, Saatah was in bed with her, pulling her legs apart and sliding himself between them.

\tHe thrust away steadily and reached his orgasm in minutes.  He rolled off of her as soon as he'd caught his breath.  They ate supper together with his cock, and her pussy, dripping from the same shared fluids.  They shared a cup of wine and a pipe of weed. Then the leopard left.

\tHe returned the next morning carrying an elegantly crafted box.  He set it down on the table, removed his clothing, and took her to bed.  It was routine sex, neither tender nor aggressive, and Poppy's kithood was soon filled with his seed.  They ate breakfast with the unopened box on the table.

\tAfter breakfast the leopard spread her face down on the bed and strapped her paws to the posts, but not uncomfortably.  He busied himself at the table, opening the box and removing what was inside, but Poppy could not see what it was from where she was restrained. The raccoon matron came into the room with a tray that held a straight razor, scissors, a pitcher of steaming water, a soft brush, a large mug, and a bar of soap.  As she set things out, the leopard helped Poppy drink a cup of wine and had her take a hit from the pipe. As she exhaled he tied a blindfold over her eyes.

\t\tThe leopard used the scissors first, and began to clip away the longer, rougher outer coat of fur on her back.  It was not painful in itself, but Poppy had never had her fur trimmed before, and it felt very odd.  The leopard was unhurried. He purposefully trimmed the longest guard fur from her back and sides, her arms and legs.  He gathered it as he went along, putting it in a neat pile.  It took a long time for him to trim as much as he could with scissors, and Poppy found herself dozing as he snipped away.  From time to time the leopard quit working and roused her enough to be turned over or for another cup of wine and hit of the pipe.

\tThe leopard trimmed every part of her between her neck and her wrists and ankles.  He then put down the scissors and gave the cub another drink and hit as the raccoon mixed the soap with some warm water and whipped it into a lather.  Poppy was feeling very dreamy, cloudy, and disconnected from what was being done to her.

\tThe leopard used the lather on a small part of the badger's soft undercoat and took the straight razor to it.  He was not rough or hurried, but the flesh had been badly abused the day before and it stung as he drew the blade across her flesh.  He wiped the blade of her fur, brushed another part of her back, and continued.

\tIt took him hours, but in time the leopard had removed the fur from her back and sides, and the backs of her arms and legs, revealing the dark skin beneath.  It showed bruising, cuts, and swelling from the badger's beatings, but the leopard shaved the fur away slowly and carefully, and soon Poppy's skin was furless and smooth.

\tWordlessly, the leopard released her restraints and helped her to turn over.  As she changed positions she saw what he had placed on the table.

\tHer father was looking at her.

\tMore precisely, her father's sightless eyes were open and faced in her direction.  His muzzle was mutilated, unnatural because of the extraction of his teeth and tongue, but his eyes and ears were unmarked.  The dismembered flesh of his neck was rough, tattered, having been slowly sawed through while the old badger still lived.

\tThe leopard reattached her paws to the bedposts.  He placed a pillow under her head for her comfort, and began clipping away the topfur from her front.

\tIt was growing dark outside by the time the leopard had finished.  He had left the fur on her face, paws and tail.  Everything else was as smooth as a mole rat.  Her father had witched sightlessly the entire time.  Before he released her, he climbed on top of her and fucked her smooth vagina, running his paws over her smooth skin.

\tOnce he was done he took her father's head and put it between her legs.  He pushed the dead badger's muzzle into her kithood, and when he took it back it was covered with his seed and the kit's juices.  The leopard released the cub's paws and returned the head to the box.  The raccoon began sponging the badger's bare skin.  

\t“Your father died yesterday while you were napping,” said the leopard.  “The Doral fucked him, and then had his head cut off with a fine-toothed bamboo saw.  He lingered for hours.  Get on your knees and paws.”  Poppy did as she was told.

\tThe leopard chose a leather strap.  He swung it against her bare ass five times.  It was the same way he'd hurt her on their third day together, but without the fur protecting her flesh, the pain was far, far greater.

\tThen the leopard put away the strap, and the raccoon bustled out and returned with brown bread and stew.  After supper the leopard left, taking the box with him.  The kit had never felt so cold on a warm night, and the raccoon brought her an extra blanket.

\tFrom then, the kit's days were never similar, but always the same.  The leopard hurt her, and he raped her.  Some days he was kind, and friendly, and Poppy learned to take advantage of those days so they would come more regularly.  Other days he was brutal.  It was now easier for him to hurt her, but she had learned to accept the pain as part of her existence.  She had come to think of the leopard's brutal treatment while he fucked her as “rape.”  Everything else was just “sex.”  The days when he gave her wine and weed were easier.  

\tThree days after her shaving, a stubble began to reappear.  The leopard sent for a razor and soap and shaved her back and ass smooth again.  It was made more difficult by several open cuts, the result of a brutal beating the night before.  Then he gave her the razor and required her to shave everywhere else.  She cut herself many times with the unfamiliar blade.  That afternoon, the leopard brought several metal rods with leather handles on one end and strange shapes on the other.  Poppy watched as he built up the fire.  It would have been much too hot on a warm day, if she were not now furless.  Then, he put the odd ends of the rods into the hottest part of the fire.

\tHe brushed his paws together.  “Now.  Would you like the fox or the geese?” he asked.  After they played a game and eaten supper the leopard led her to the frame and chained her in place.  He had been generous with the wine and pipe, but now he was being severe as he fastened her to the frame.  Her limbs were stretched very tightly on this occasion, and she was unable to move at all.

\tThe leopard ran his paws over her bare skin, as he often did.  As usual, he ran his claws along her growing collection of cuts and scratches.  The bruises beneath her skin were very pronounced.

\tPoppy had known what was coming from the moment he had placed the rods in the fire, had tried to ignore it, to be pleasant to the leopard so he would be pleasant in return.  She had not resisted, and had even accommodated him, holding her paws so that he could secure them.  But now she could not take her mind away from what was about to happen.  

\tThe leather straps on her wrists and ankles did not cut into the flesh, but it scratched at her.  She was stretched too tightly to move, almost too tightly to tense her muscles, and she trembled all over as the bear left her alone.  She watched him bend to the fireplace, reposition some of the rods, and choose one.  He stood, holding the padded end in his great paw.  It was a simple curved rod.  It was glowing red, and the color seemed to dance on the metal.

\tSaatah soundlessly stepped up to the kit and held the glowing end of the rod in front of her face, near enough to feel the heat.  She began breathing quick and shallow breaths.

\tThe leopard stepped around her.  He put a hand on her hip and she jumped.  She felt the heat of the rod on her skin as the leopard held it near her left buttock.  Then he pressed it onto her.

\tThe pain was so immense that Poppy couldn't scream.  She soundlessly drew in her breath.  The burning pain was immediate and horrible.  The smell that reached her nose was sickening.

\tThe kit couldn't tell when the leopard removed the brand, because the pain went on and on.  But she knew it had been removed because the leopard stepped in front of her to put it back in the fire.  He stirred the coals and chose another rod.  

\tPoppy couldn't tell by the pain if this rod was larger than the other, nor its shape.  The leopard put it against her right thigh.  This time she was able to muster a scream, and it was piercing.

\tSaatah was unhurried in his work.  He chose the branding rods carefully, and placed them carefully, and returned them to the fire to use again.  He branded her back, ass, and legs. He chose a rune-shaped iron press to her chest, just below her barely developed topbreast.

\tPoppy lost count of the times he burned iron into her flesh.  By the time he finished there were burns, though most of them small, on every part of her body.  She had been unable to muster a scream with his last strike, a line on her abdomen just above her girlhood.  Her whole body hurt as he released her, led her to bed, and fucked her.  There was no place she could lie, or to be touched, without pain.

\tFrom that point, for the rest of her life, the pain never ended.  When he hurt her he didn't cause pain that was a quick sting, gone in minutes, or even a dull ache gone by the next day.  He damaged her.  The pain he caused was meant to last, and he added new layers of pain every day.

\tOne day the leopard informed her that she was the last of her father's children, legitimate or otherwise, to still be alive.  Poppy was surprised.  She had not considered her siblings for some time, and had not noticed when their death screams had ceased.  She had been completely focused on surviving her own daily torments.  He mentioned, as he trapped her Fox, that she was now the only remaining heir to the badger warlord's claims.

\tThe Raccoon matron cleaned the badger's injuries and sounds every day, but did nothing to ease the pain.  Poppy enjoyed the older lady's company but help no hopes that the raccoon would do anything to relieve her predicament.  She had broached the subject one day and the raccoon had laughed kindly.

\tSometime after her first burning, she began painting again.  She had left off after her torture frame has been assembled.  She resumed with a different purpose.  She knew her remaining days were few, and it became important to her to create something worthwhile with her remaining hours.  Rather than completing several pieces in a day, she spent several days on one final piece of self-expression.

\tAfter three weeks in the leopard's care the badger's furless body was covered in scratches, scars, welts, bruises, and burns.  She felt very little when he fucked or raped her.  She had become desensitized there.  Even when he was most brutal with his barbs she felt barely anything.  He was more likely now to fuck her throat, making her gag and retch as he thrust deeply.  Sometimes she passed out from lack of air before he finished.

\tFor weeks, the only other furs Poppy had seen were the leopard, the raccoon, and occasionally the fox soldier.  Not the leopard came into the room in full uniform.  Poppy had not seen it in a while.

\tWith the leopard was a great black bear.  Poppy recognized him at once, of course.  It was the Doral.  And Poppy recognized immediately what that meant.  She felt a moment of panic, but she had known this day was coming and she had prepared for it.

\tThe leopard removed his uniform. The bear, who was already unclothed, stared at her.  She knew he had looked at many of her siblings the same way.  Then the bear looked at the painting on the easel.  It was abstract but it seemed to depict the silhouette of a badger girl, leading a group of badgers out of a fiery cavern and into a rainbow-lit land.  It was the final expression of her soul, the last thing she would leave behind.  It was exquisite.

\tThe leopard had undressed.  He lead the kit to the bed and lay down on his back.  He instructed her to get on top of him.  She did so.  It was a position she'd demanded of her before.

\tShe glanced over at the bear.  He was breathing out a huge volume of smoke.  He was sporting his short but thick erection.  Poppy remembered the pain on her siblings' faces, and often in their screams, as the Doral had thrust his cock into them.  She knew she was better prepared.

\tThe bear climbed on the bed with them, and crawled on top of her.  She felt crushed by his weight.  He guided his fat cock into her girlhood.  It WAS large, but nothing that she hadn't withstood before.  There were many phallic devices in the leopard's box, some of them monstrous, and she knew them all well.

\tThe bear ran his rough paw pads over her bare skin.  He drew his claws along her half-sealed wounds.  It was, again, nothing that she hadn't suffered before.  The sensation of one cock in her girlhood and another in her ass, at the same time, was new.

\tThe leopard finished first, and his cock slowly grew limp and slid out of her as the Doral took his time.  Eventually the great bear grunted, and thrust his hips forward, and a moment later rolled away.

\tPoppy removed herself from the leopard and stood.  Saatah stood as well and gripped the badger's neck painfully.

\t“The Doral is here today to watch you die,” the leopard said.  “You are the last of his surviving children. With your death, his justice will be complete.”  He pushed her towards the door.

\tThe badger had not left the cottage in three weeks.  Now she was pushed, stumbling, into the yard and onto a platform.  There were five other furs there:  The raccoon matron, the fox soldier, a horse also dressed as a soldier, a well-dressed chimpanzee with one arm, and a dog in a farmer's best clothes.  There was a massive timber frame with chains, a larger and sturdier version of the frame that had held her during many hours of torture.  And there was another fur present.  Her father's head was on a pole, where it could observe the utter destruction of his lineage.  On a hook on the pole hung the long, small-toothed saw that had been used to end him.  Its teeth had not been cleaned.

\tThere was also a crowd.  The furs had drifted away from the executions, come back in greater numbers at the end, and had thought they were over.  It was with melancholy that they discussed their memories of the rituals.  Then they had learned of this last kit, the last heir, and that her end would be special.

\tThe leopard restrained her in a fuckable position.  The furs who were not already naked took off their clothes.  The raccoon, who had never before touched her sexually or caused her pain, put a harness around her hips that held a huge wooden phallus.  She put her thin hands on Poppy's hips and thrust the wooden cock into the girl.  

\tThe strapped-on member was highly varnished and felt smooth, though very, very hard, as it penetrated her.  There was no forgiveness to it and the badger's belly ached as the raccoon repeatedly thrust into her.

\tThe raccoon finally withdrew, and the badger saw the bear grab the matron in one huge arm and kiss her, filling her mouth with his tongue.  In the meantime the fox had stepped behind her.

\tLike the raccoon, the fox had never participated in her violation.  He had a knot but it wasn't as large as the dog's would be.  She felt it inside her as the fox fucked her, but it slid out of her kithood without becoming tied.

\tThe dog went next, and his cock was much larger.  Badger vaginas are not made for tying but the knot grew huge inside her, and once the dog was finished the knot did not slide out easily.  It was several moments before the dog could separate himself and the bonobo took his place.

\tThey all fucked her, including a second turn for the Doral.  Then the leopard stepped forward for another go at her.  The un-uniformed soldiers stepped up to quickly release the kit and re-strap her in Saatah's preferred position.

\tIt allowed the leopard to put his face close to the girl's as he fucked her.  Saatah slid his barbed cock into the kit's girlhood for the final time.  He drew his face close to hers and spat in it. He lifted his great paws to her face and extended his thumb's claws.  He thrust his cock over and over in the girl's body but completely focused his attention on her face. He glared directly into her eyes until he covered them with his thumbs.

\tThe kit saw the claws approached and realized immediately what was going to happen.  She screamed and began chanting, “No, no, no....” with no hope at all, of course, that it wouldn't.

\tShe squeezed her eyes shut against the inevitable but it was of no help.  The leopard's claws were well-manicured in the warrior style.  They had a keen razor edge.  As he continued to fuck the kit, Saatah carefully found the seams of her eyelids and slid his claws effortlessly between them.  With both claws, at once, he pushed in and ruptured the badger girl's eyes.

\tThe girl’s terrified chanting gave way to a piercing scream.  Saatah was quite careful to penetrate only the exposed surface of the eye.  The warm fluids burst out of the orbs and onto his thumbs.  Poppy squeezed her eyelids even tighter as she cried out, and the leopard could see that they were misshapen, deformed over her ruptured eyes.  He realized that, while he was intent on destroying her vision, he had ejaculated inside the kit.

\tPoppy's vision did not go entirely dark.  The leopard had ruptured the lenses of her eyes, but hand not dug in farther, and the nerves were undamaged.  They were unable to make sense of the messages they were receiving, and so they fed her brain gibberish.  They received far, far too much light.  To Poppy, blindness was not darkness; it was, at least for the rest of her life, a painful brightness that assaulted her mind in a way that no physical or sexual torture ever had.  She did not know that she was wailing hard enough to make her throat bleed.

\tIn her turmoil, she did not realize that her tormentors were adjusting her restraints.  Only when she found herself hanging from her wrists and ankles did she know they had moved her.  She realized that the pressure that pulled on her limbs was increasing, and that she was being stretched out above the ground.  She was unable to understand that her paws were now being puled in four directions by a carefully rigged system of cables and pulleys.  She did not know that the two powerful soldiers, the leopard and the horse, were turning the wheels of those pulleys to stretch her limbs tightly at perfect right angles.

\tPoppy's screams had subsided, and she was unable to summon the strength to cry out so loudly again.  The tightness of her muscles made it hard to breathe deeply.  The pain in her wrists, ankles, shoulders, and other joints grew and did not abate.  Poppy could not have believed it could become any worse when a tendon in her shoulder snapped, followed quickly by the tearing of a muscle in her groin. She was unable now to muster any sound at all, let alone one that would convey the extent of her pain.

\tShe did not realize at first that when her tissues began tearing, the tightening of the cables had stopped, leaving her in that terrible position, arms and legs stretched to the corners, overwhelmed eyes staring at a bright sky.  Only in time did she realize that the pain had been steady for several minutes, but not increased.  Her agony did not lessen but Poppy became more aware of her surroundings.  Once she became aware of the leopard's face near her own, he spoke.

\t“These are the last minutes of your life.  The blade used to end the life of the badger warlord will be used to end the life of his final heir.  But it will not cut through your neck.”

\tPoppy could not see that it was the Doral who approached her with the fine-toothed saw.  She did not see that the other furs had stepped away, save for the leopard, who stood by her head.  In her overwhelming agony, she did not realize until the bear's third stroke that the badger knew what her final death would be.  The Doral sawed away steadily, the fine teeth quickly cutting through the flesh of her gkithood and her tailhole before moving more slowly against her pelvic bones.

\tAs the saw began cutting bone, Saatah lowered his face to kiss Poppy, suddenly and violently.  He filled her stout, tapered muzzle with his tongue.  He wrapped his mighty arms around her and hugged her tightly, his claws piercing her bare flesh.  He kissed her harder when there was a gush of red, when the bear cut through a major artery.  The saw had cut through her pelvis and into her belly.  The blood gushed from the wound.  He gripped her tightly enough to break her bones at the moment he felt the life leave her.  

*  *  *

\tThe momentum of the war had shifted.  It had taken long months and a lot of sacrifice, a lot of atrocities.  Colonel Saatah had built the Doral's guard into a hard army, and they had taken the battle to the badgers.


\tSergeant Nickerlily was coordinating the fighting units for an assault on the badgers' central defenses.  He was giving instructions to furs of much higher rank than himself, but he had continued to refuse all offers of higher honors.

\tThe night before the attack Saatah took on a scouting mission directly into the enemy headquarters.  The squirrel who had served so bravely as the Doral's scout had lost her life on her last mission, and it was necessary for Saatah to know the enemy preparations.  No other scout was available.

\tUnder cover of night the leopard had slipped past the enemy guards and found a horrifying site.  The badger warlord had been expected to use his prisoners to negotiate.  Instead, Saatah found himself witness to their murders.  A large pile of bloody, unclothed bodies was growing in the courtyard.  A smaller pile of furs' heads grew next to it.  

\tA rabbit was being dragged to a red-stained stump in the middle of the yard as the badger warlord looked on.  Next to the warlord were several of his older kits.  The oldest of them, his chosen heir, watched the parade of death with eager anticipation.  Two of the badger's largest henchmen, a puma and a boar, forced his head down to the stump and quickly restrained his paws.  They stepped back, and a badger with a sword stepped forward.  With a smooth stroke he brought the blade down and the rabbit's head rolled away with a sudden spurt of blood.  The death occurred in eerie silence.  There was no crowd cheering.  The cavalcade of murder was purely for the badger warlord's amusement.

\tAnother of the badger's whelps, the kit Saatah had seen playing with his daughter, was with the group but was not paying attention to the proceedings.  Her attention was on a doll that she was scolding.

\tThe leopard tried to concentrate on matters such as troop strength and equipment, but he could not help looking at the pile of bodies.  He suddenly spotted what he'd feared, and fell cold.  Even without its head, he knew his wife's body too well to not recognize it in the carnage.

\tHe looked back to the execution block.  His horror increased as he saw his daughter being led to the deadly spot.  In the silence, Saatah could hear the warlord speaking to the kit with the doll.  

\t“You enjoyed playing with this one, Poppy,” he said.  “Do you want me to keep her for you?”

\tPoppy didn't look away from her doll.  “No,” she said.  “She's boring now.”  In his sudden rage and hatred for the kit, Saatah did not see the warlord gesture.  He was not watching when the sword separated his daughter's head from her body.

*  *  *

\tOnce the crowd had cleared out, the General returned to his quarters and began cleaning the blood from his white fur.  He had done so before many times, but there was more blood on his body now than there ever had been after a battle.  He took his time, brushing himself to remove all the dried flaking blood and using several pitchers of hot water to remove what the brush couldn't.

\tTomorrow he would be returning all his attention to military matters.  The Doral's army had functioned well with his minimal oversight the last few weeks, but he was ready to institute new routines, a training schedule, and a revised table of T&O.  

\tHis fur clean, Saatah put on his uniform.  The fox orderly had kept his wardrobe and gear immaculate while he'd been occupying himself with the badger kit.  Now the General was crisply uniformed and ready for duty.  He paused in front of a framed picture, the one new addition to his quarters.

\tIt was the kit's last watercolor painting, carefully framed and protected.  It showed a badger child leading her brothers and sisters out of a hellish world and into a rainbow sky.  Saatah put his hat on and stepped outside.

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