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Being an adult is fucking hard man I quit writing for a second there. but, now that I'm back in the right state of mind, I'm going to TRY and post more. Stay tuned!","writing":"CHAYAN’S SOLUTION\n\nBetween the Kazakh Steppe and the Siberian wilderness, there lies an ancient divide - a river known as the Ob. It has carried life with it longer than it has carried a name - it is older than borders, names, and khans.\n\nAnd so before history could even be written, there were people living along the Ob’s banks. The Pека were among them - a small, peaceful tribe of farmers and fishermen.\n\nThe Pека have been around for as long as anyone can remember, and they have held sovereignty over the land since times far beyond the grasp of history. Their village braces the river, and so they rarely go hungry - the crops are fruitful, and the fish are plenty.\n\nHere, in the divide between worlds, the Pека have prospered under the watchful eye of an old husky named Chayan.\n\nNow, Chayan has been the leader of the Pека ever since she inherited the role from her mother at fourteen. It did not take long for her to assure the tribe that they were in good hands; when she was twenty, she fended off raiders from the west with a combination of brute strength and clever tricks.\n\nA strong, capable leader was all the tribe needed to truly thrive on the Ob. Before long, the village was growing, and an age of prosperity had officially begun. And Chayan continued to care tirelessly for her people, until it began to wear her out.\n\nIn her prime, she was mighty - an upright back and a sturdy pair of shoulders. She could fight off a bear and live, if she really wanted to. But as the years went by, the work caught up to her, and Chayan began to grow frail and crooked.\n\nHer back began to fail her, and soon she struggled to carry the weight of her head. It wasn’t long before the tribe began to notice that the fur around her eyes was graying.\n\nYet, she remained, and the Pека prospered still. In those days, age had little effect on a practiced intuition and a sharpened wit.\n\nStill, there were many among the tribe who wondered if Chayan would ever produce an heir. In fact, as she got older, her advisors urged her to bear a successor before it was too late to do so. But the old husky assured them that she knew what she was doing - that an heir would have to wait.\n\nThe tribe was unsure, but they put their faith in Chayan’s judgment anyway. And so, they waited.\n\nTime passed, winter after frigid winter. Every morning there were new wrinkles on Chayan’s face. The Pека began to fear that the old dog would die before she could give them a new leader.\n\nBut, one day, a solution presented itself.\n\n======================================\n\nThe shaman is perhaps the closest thing the Pека has to a patriarch. He is a wise old cat, and an exceptional healer; what’s more, he is a close friend to Chayan. She confides in him that which no one else could ever know, and that has led many people of the tribe to respect him. However, there are some who find it odd that he never seems to age.\n\nThe shaman has known Chayan since she was a child, and yet he looks about half her age. The longer people stay in the village, the more likely they are to see it. On the one hand, this makes him very good at his job - the man is wise like an elder and yet he works like a young man. On the other hand, there are many who find his apparent immortality suspicious. But, no one has worked up the courage to question him directly, and so he continues his work unbothered.\n\nToday, he has four children standing naked in knee-deep water.\n\n“Shaman,” says one of them, a white-speckled puppy: “Why have you brought us here?”\n\nAnother, a sweet little doe: “Why are we naked…?”\n\nThe shaman reassures them with his gentle smile, and he raises a paw to the flow of the Ob. “I have brought you here to bless the river.”\n\n“Bless the river?”\n\n“Yes. You are here to give a very special blessing to the river.” The shaman walks up to the doe and strokes her cheek with his paw. “It will be used to make a special medicine for Chayan. The four of you will help me make it.”\n\n“Um…how?”\n\n“Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt - nor is it very complex. All you must do is bathe in the river. Okay?”\n\nA couple of the children look amongst the others to gauge what they feel. They aren’t sure how bathing in the river could constitute a blessing. Ultimately, though, the decision is made by a mischievous little rabbit, who leaps eagerly into the river and splashes everyone with water.\n\nSoon, the others go deeper into the water. And once they are knee-deep, they stop and turn to the shaman for guidance.\n\nHe is standing in the shallow, quite deliberately avoiding the water. The children aren’t sure why.\n\n“Go!” he calls to them. “Play! But stay close to the bank, okay?”\n\nThe children trust the shaman’s wisdom, and so they wash themselves obediently. The Ob runs through them, weaving its way between ten little naked legs.\n\n“Go ahead!” calls the shaman. \"Drink from the water! Swim! Play! You are favored!”\n\nHis words fill them with spirit - they are emboldened, and they get rowdy. They splash the Ob into the sky and shower eachother with shimmering droplets, rising up out of the stream until the wind touches their nipples. They cry out and play, chasing eachother across the current. Blissfully ignorant to the shadow of war, to the pains of old age and ripened malice. The shaman notices two of the children who break off from the group to sit together in the water; within minutes, they are kissing and exploring eachother under a veil of flowing water. The sun shines in the droplets of liquid that drip from their pre-adolescent fur.\n\nAnd perhaps the shaman would watch them all day, if it weren’t for his true intent. He is looking for an indicator - something the children cannot see.\n\nAnd now, he sees it.\n\nPure, unfiltered nascence drips off the bodies of the children and into the river. The spirits are made young and ignorant, and the water is made pure and warm. The river becomes so carefree that it begins to bubble into a slow-moving foam.\n\nIt’s the foam that he’s after - the water skimmed from the very top.\n\nHe kneels at the bank and gathers the foam in buckets, hauling them back onto the sand one by one. The uninitiated would have you believe that the water he collects is no different from any other kind. But this water is the secret to the shaman’s youth - and the youth which he will soon bestow upon Chayan.\n\n“Shaman?”\n\n\nHe looks up to see that the doe has left the group, and now she approaches him.\n\n“What are you doing?” She asks.\n\n“Oh, this is part of the medicine,” he answers. “Don’t worry; you can keep playing.”\n\n“Oh.” She folds her hands in front of her - perhaps to cover her naked crotch - and looks away awkwardly. “My mama said…we’ll be invaded soon, because Chayan is old. Is that true?”\n\nThe shaman laughs and scratches at the fur of his chin. “Ha! No. I promise you, it won’t happen.”\n\nHis confidence has her convinced. And it isn’t a ruse, either, because he knows that Chayan will be young again before long.\n\nHe looks out, beyond naked young bodies, at the rolling hills to the west. Where the sun disappears beyond the horizon, to shine upon the people of distant lands.\n\n======================================\n\nA wolf wrapped in armored fur makes his way to the top of a hill.\n\n“Elmira. The men are ready to move.”\n\nA battle-scarred shepherd dog stands on the hill, looking out over an evening inferno. Bodies crawl out from the ashes and rubble of another desecrated village. The cries of the scorched, scalped and flayed echo far across the plains. The fire has begun to catch, and spread out across the grassland - soon, the signs of Elmira’s conquest will be visible for miles.\n\nShe speaks without looking at him.\n\n“When I set out on my father’s path, I had no idea it would be so much…”\n\n“...Bloodshed?” Asks the wolf.\n\n“Fun.”\n\nThe young shepherd can’t help but smile, her jagged canines shining from ear to ear.\n\n“How many prisoners were taken?”\n\n“Twelve women,” answers the wolf commander. “And fifteen children.”\n\nBelow, a few of Elmira’s men have forced a woman and her daughter to the ground right outside of their home. Their screams are deafening, even at a distance - until their maws are tied shut. The mother is forced to watch as the little girl struggles to keep her legs closed - all for nothing. They pull her open until one of them manages to get inside of her and start thrusting.\n\nAll hopes are shattered in an instant. The child is defiled, the mother broken and weeping. She begs for them to let her daughter go - to take her instead. But she is not the one they want.\n\n“These people are going to have to learn the hard way what happens to those who resist.” Elmira folds her arms and turns to address the wolf commander. “Let the boys have their fun for the night. Tomorrow, we will take the Pека.”\n\nThe screams fade away, the mother and her child dragged into the darkness. All is quiet. And when the fire dies down, nothing remains but ashes.\n\n======================================\n\nThe children at the outskirts of the village are the first to witness the approaching raiders. A group of fifty men travel as one across the plains and the knee-deep waters of the Ob. The villagers rush to bring their cubs inside and barricade their doors and windows. The Pека know who these strangers are, and what they have come for.\n\nA young dog - Chikan - spots them from afar, before they have even made it to the outskirts of the village. He leaps from his post and makes haste towards Chayan’s cedar-wood yurt.\n\n“Chayan,” cries the canine, “The Kichik are coming…”\n\nThe old husky leans forward in her seat - she is there with a few of her close advisors. “Truly?”\n\n“I swear it. They could be here in minutes…”\n\nOne of the elders stands to speak, a wizened old buck with broken antlers. “Chayan, we must flee...”\n\n“There is no time.”\n\n“We are not equipped to fight them!”\n\n“This is true. But I am more prepared for this than you may think.” The old husky stands up from her chair and leans over the table. “Listen closely. Get everyone indoors and out of sight. Then, return to your families - leave me to deal with the Kichik.”\n\n“Chayan, this is suicide!”\n\n“Bah! I’m old, I’ve got nothing to lose.” The husky laughs and waves him off. “Trust me to know what I’m doing, and do as I say. Understood?”\n\nThe elders glance at eachother, and then at Chayan, before solemnly taking their leave. As they file out of the yurt, the young dog Chikan stops to bid her one last farewell.\n\n“Good luck, Chayan…”\n\nOnce the yurt is empty, Chayan turns from the door and makes her way down a set of earthen stairs, deep into a hidden inner sanctum underground. She pushes open a wooden door which leads into the place tucked away within - a place where the shaman has been working in secret. Here, the shaman tends to the medicine as it nears completion.\n\n“Tell me it is nearly done.”\n\n“The color has turned,” answers the shaman. He does not look up at Chayan - the cat is too busy watching the solution, waiting for the medicine to tell him, through color and sound, that it is complete. “It will not be long, now.”\n\n“And not a moment too soon,” sighs Chayan. “They’re already at our door.”\n\n======================================\n\nChayan emerges from her yurt to find a horde of men surrounding her. All of them are armed to the teeth and clearly hardened by war. She knows, just by looking at them, that these are the seasoned men of a practiced warlord.\n\nHowever, as their leader comes forward, Chayan is rather surprised by what she sees: It’s a young shepherd woman. Scarred, disheveled, and unwashed - Chayan can still smell the soot on her from the last village she burned to the ground. Her breasts are bound in bandages, and her armor denotes a position of status and respect among these men - all the more surprising to see such things on such a young woman.\n\nChayan makes eye contact with the young woman and speaks first. “What do you want?”\n\n“I am Elmira, of the Kichik. And these…are my men.”\n\nChayan’s eyebrows are raised slightly. “Yes, I’ve heard of you. Your reputation precedes you. What brings you to our village?”\n\nElmira turns to look at her men, and then back at Chayan. “If you’ve heard of me, then surely you already know what we are here for.”\n\n“Hm? What’s that?”\n\n“Are you so old that your hearing is gone?” The shepherd laughs at her. “We have come to accept your surrender, hag.”\n\n“Is that so?” Chayan raises an eyebrow. “And if I don’t?”\n\nElmira drops her voice down to a low growl.\n\n“I will have my boys here turn your river a beautiful shade of crimson red.”\n\nChayan smiles and turns towards her yurt. “Fair enough. Why don’t you come into my home? We will discuss the conditions of my surrender.”\n\nElmira and her men howl with laughter.\n\n“You know what? I’m in a good mood today, so I will humor you. Let us see your dirt hovel.”\n\n======================================\n\nChayan’s hut is not particularly extravagant or large. It is certainly one of the largest in the village, but only to facilitate her job - the extra space was designed to accommodate her, her guests, and her advisors. In this case, the size is convenient - and the furnishings make for a more comfortable negotiation. In fact, as Elmira walks alone into the yurt, she is surprised by how…homely…it all feels. The hut is made with cedar wood and insulated with mostly bear skin; the inside is warm in contrast to the biting cold, and the chairs are all nice to sit in. To top it all off, Chayan’s pantry is well-stocked, and she comes out of the kitchen with a platter of cheese and spiced sausage.\n\n“My, this is a warm welcome,” muses Elmira. She takes a seat and watches with some amusement as Chayan sets the table for her. “You must be eager for me to take this village off your hands.”\n\n“I am only extending my hospitality to a guest,” answers Chayan. “And besides: You would have taken my food anyway.”\n\nThe remark earns her a chuckle from Elmira. The way the shepherd smiles and nods her head tells Chayan everything she needs to know.\n\n“The food will not be the only thing I will take from you,” answers Elmira. She breaks off a piece of a sausage and eats it whole. “I expect my men to be fed tonight, and to be given warm beds to sleep in.”\n\nChayan chuckles and shakes her head. “That is a given. We will go over all of that. But first, let me pour you a drink.”\n\nElmira raises an eyebrow. “A drink?”\n\nThe old woman produces a jar made of clay, which is painted with elaborate markings.\n\n“Do you know about our river, the Ob?” asked Chayan.\n\n“I can’t say that I do.”\n\n“Spirits ebb and flow like water. And the Ob…is a very old river. Things have lived and died on its banks for a long, long time.”\n\nElmira rolls her eyes. “So?”\n\n“So, the water has properties that make it an excellent source of magic.”\n\nShe tips the jar over into a pair of small cups, filling them both with pure, glistening water. Not a single drop is spilled.\n\nBut Elmira scowls at the old woman, baring her teeth at the freshly-poured drinks. “You think I am a fool? You cannot poison me with a cheap trick like this.”\n\n“There are no tricks,” chuckles Chayan. She takes her cup and drinks from it, sipping it clear and loud from the surface. She drinks, and drinks, and drinks, until there is no more. Then she sets the cup down on the table and folds her shriveled arms across her chest.\n\n\n“If I were to kill you, the men outside would know, and then my village would be burned to ash by you and your men. Do you take me for a fool? I am here to negotiate with you.”\n\nThe young shepherd snatches the jar off the table and takes a moment to examine it. Carefully turning it over in her paws, trying to see if there are any tricks with the container. However, she soon finds that the jar is unremarkable - it is ordinary, and made of clay. Perhaps the markings indicate that some sort of spell has been cast on the water, but if that were the case, then why would the old hag drink some?\n\n“What do you mean ‘magic’? What does the water do?”\n\n“The water loosens time’s grasp on you. It undoes the effects of age, and makes you young and virile again.”\n\n\nAgain, Elmira bursts out laughing. Giggling like a child and pounding her fist on the table. “You lie to me! And so obviously, too!”\n\n“Oh, this is no lie,” Chayan hums.\n\nThe shepherd tilts her head, still chuckling between breaths. “Heh…Why do you look so old, then? Let me guess: You’re so ancient that it doesn’t work on you? Or maybe, your throat is too weak to swallow it?”\n\nThe old husky shrugs her shoulders. “To be truthful, I was saving it for a special day. But, I suppose this is as good a time as any - consider it a token of my surrender. As long as no one is hurt, then you are free to take whatever you want.”\n\n“Oh, I can not promise that no one will be hurt,” the shepherd chuckles. But, at the very least…no one will be killed.”\n\nElmira takes the cup in hand and swirls the liquid within. Staring into the glistening water with all the scrutiny one would expect of a warlord. Her father has taught her well. But, this drink does not seem like anything more than regular water. It looks, smells, and flows like water - and the hag already drank some herself.\n\n“How is it made?”\n\n“We had four children from the village bathe in the river,” explains Chayan. She looks away from Elmira, as if her thoughts drift elsewhere. “The water from their bodies is what you hold in your hand now.”\n\nElmira’s ears perk up as she regards the water with a newfound curiosity. Water, from the washing of young boys and girls? Something about that makes her thirsty. She’s seen so many children broken in by her men that she has developed something of a taste for it over the years.\n\nShe brings the cup to her mouth, and tilts it back, drinking it all in one swig. Then she tosses the cup, and it shatters. Pottery shards scatter across the floor.\n\n“Alright, hag - let us discuss your surrender.”\n\n“I will see that your men are fed tonight and given warm beds to sleep in,” begins Chayan. “But I am sure there is more you want. Tell me.”\n\n“I want girls brought in for them to play with. None older than twenty. They will serve my men through the night and into the morning.”\n\nChayan sighs and nods her head. “Fair enough…what else?”\n\n“You will find me the most beautiful young girl in the village and bring her here, for me to have for the night. Everything in this shit house belongs to me, including any daughters or granddaughters you may have.”\n\n\n“I have none to speak of,” shrugs the old husky. “But, I have a niece that you may find…appealing.”\n\n“Really?” Elmira chuckles and leans back in her chair, putting her boots up on the table. “Tell me: what is she like? Is she a husky, like you?”\n\nChayan raises an eyebrow. “Yes.”\n\n“You know, cubs of your kind are so loud when you fuck them. They howl like they’re being killed, even if you aren’t being all that rough.” Elmira’s tail begins to wag, and she lets out a wistful sort of sigh, clearly reminiscing on a fond memory. “I wonder…what sound will your niece make, when I have her bent over this table? I hope your people don’t mind the noise, because, between your niece and the girls that will be keeping my men company, it’s going to get very loud tonight.”\n\nChayan says nothing. She offers no reaction. Instead she only sits there, watching Elmira with a stone cold expression through her weary old eyes.\n\nElmira yawns and shuts her eyes. The chair is very comfortable, and the shepherd dog is feeling confident - not to mention, she hasn’t had a decent place to sit in quite some time. “Another thing: I don’t want to see your wrinkled old hide until tomorrow morning when we leave.”\n\nChayan props her head up on her elbow and looks up at Elmira with a smile.\n\n“Well. Say what you will, but my hide will not be wrinkled for much longer.”\n\nAll of a sudden, Chayan has begun to shift in her seat. Is she uncomfortable? No, not that - she doesn’t actually move from the spot.And yet, without her moving at all, her skin seems to crawl like insects have burrowed underneath it.\n\nElmira doesn’t notice at first. She’s too busy relaxing in her chair. But when the sound of shifting skin becomes audible, she is taken out of her moment of rest. She watches, wide-eyed, as Chayan’s hide pulls itself taut. One by one, the wrinkles disappear - one by one, the gray hairs are re-colored. The fur around her eyes begins to look more lively. The joints pop as they are re-positioned, and the vertebrae snap painfully back into place - but she bears every crack and pop with only gritted teeth and grunts.\n\nAll of a sudden, the old woman has become much easier on the eyes. She still looks old, but now the gap between their ages has narrowed - she looks just young enough to be Elmira’s mother.\n\nAnd now, the young shepherd is silent. Staring, in slack-jawed awe, at the renewed shape of Chayan.\n\n“It…it actually works?” Elmira whispers. She picks up the jar and looks again at the markings painted onto its side, as if searching for some sort of explanation in the designs.\n\n\n“It is a blessing to be young,” sighs Chayan. She takes a deep breath as she takes a moment to stretch, and break in her newly-rejuvenated body. “To be strong and fertile, and to walk with ease…it is a precious, fleeting gift. But the young…they do not know it. Only their elders understand, and only because they have lost it.”\n\nElmira stands up from her chair.\n\n[i]If the water can do that to this hag, then…what will it do to me? What sort of untold power will I be granted?[/i]\n\nHer heart begins to race as she considers the possibilities.\n\nSure enough, she feels it. The sensation of flowing water beneath her skin - regardless of whether or not that is actually what it is. She feels it flow into her right arm, where there was a two year-old old scar - and now, it’s gone. In fact, it seems that several of her scars are disappearing - sewing themselves shut before being replaced with fresh skin and healthy fur.\n\n“The water returns you to a previous state, without opening up old wounds.” Chayan smiles as she examines the new, healthy fur on her arms. “You thought I deceived you?”\n\n“It’s the strangest thing. My muscles were sore when I came here, and now I feel like I’ve had a very long nap.” Elmira grins from ear to ear and clenches her fists, flexing powerful young muscles that bulge against the metal rings secured around her arms. “That poor niece of yours is going to be screaming her lungs out. I could fuck all night, like this…”\n\n“Well,” snickers Chayan. “Someone is going to be screaming.”\n\nElmira pauses. She looks not at her muscles, but at Chayan now. Eyeing her with a raised eyebrow.\n\n“What are you saying? Is that a threat?”\n\nThe young shepherd eyes the husky up and down. Chayan is much younger, due to the effects of the water…but she is still old. Much too old to contend with a young stud like Elmira. She knows that she can fight and win. As if she even needs to dirty her paws with such a thing - she could just have her men come into the yurt and gut Chayan like a pig. What was this old woman talking about?\n\n“Are you trying to see if you can take me?” asks Chayan. “I think you may have other things to be concerned about, little girl.”\n\n[i]Little girl?[/i]\n\nBefore she has the chance to be offended by the remark, Elmira’s attention is drawn elsewhere. To the sound of metal sliding against fur, and the feeling of a cold ring sliding down each of her arms.\n\nThe metal bands that are normally held in place around Elmira’s biceps now dangle freely around her elbows. Elbows that have suddenly become thin and scrawny.\n\nIn fact, her entire arm has shrunk. Both of them, and the joints that hold them…they have all gone down a size. They look like the arms of…\n\n“A CHILD!!” Elmira shrieks and rises to her feet - as she does, the bandages around her chest begin to fall, and she has to use one arm to keep her breasts from being exposed. “You would turn me into a child! You lied to me!”\n\nChayan shrugs her shoulders again. “There was no lie. Rather, I only told you part of the truth.”\n\nElmira snarls and points a claw at Chayan. “Then what is the truth, you fucking witch?”\n\n“What I told you was that the waters of the Ob carry the strength of spirits, and are good for youth. What I did not tell you is how that youth is bestowed.” The old dog lifts the jar to her eyes, and the painted markings come into focus as her vision is renewed. “Four children brought to the Ob, to drink from its waters. Four children stripped naked, to bathe in the stream. Four children held by the shaman, to water the river.”\n\n“You are speaking nonsense!” growls the young shepherd. She takes a threatening step forward, her fists poised to swing at her.\n\n“Then let me tell you, with plain words.” The old woman stands up from her seat and stares directly into Elmira’s eyes. “For you and I…our age will be reduced by a factor of four.”\n\nThe shepherd pauses, as she begins to do some math in her head.\n\n[i]Four? Let’s see…How many times does four fit into twenty-four?[/i]\n\n[i]Six?[/i]\n\nElmira’s heart sinks.\n\n[i]Six years old??? I’m going to be turned back into a fucking toddler???[/i]\n\n“Have you done the counting yet?” Chayan laughs. “Me, personally…I will be twenty, by the time the water’s effects are complete.”\n\nElmira snarls like an animal and takes a wild swing at the old dog. There is still time to beat her - to make her talk! However, before her fist can get anywhere near Chayan’s face, it ends up caught in an inescapable grasp. It’s as if her wrist is being squeezed by a bear.\n\nIt’s then that Elmira notices it: Chayan has begun to change again. The last of the wrinkles and gray hairs are all gone, and now, the old woman’s muscles are starting to swell. Suddenly it no longer suffices to call her an old woman - such a menacing figure could never be mistaken for a hag. Before Elmira has a chance to even try to escape, she finds herself standing before a giant.\n\nChayan is grinning now, from ear to fuzzy ear. And she is looking better than ever - at this age, she could hold her own against any man, to say nothing of a child - this misbehaving girl is easy prey for her now.\n\nThe rags that Chayan was wearing as an old woman now fall to the floor and reveal her body. She is not wearing much underneath. And there is a bulge pressing at the inside of her pants, twitching angrily against the fabric.\n\nElmira tries, over and over, to squirm out of Chayan’s grasp. But what can a child do against such strength? Even if she cries out, would her men recognize the voice as hers?\n\n“What…” The young girl swallows hard as she stares up at the husky. “What are you going to do to me?”\n\nChayan smiles and reaches down to grab the shivering child by the waist. Then she pulls the girl into her grasp - close enough that Elmira can feel the bulge of the husky’s cock pressed against her crotch. And, for the first time in years, Elmira is met with a feeling that she thought forgotten:\n\nFear - true, paralyzing fear.\n\n“Let the judgment be defined by the sin: I will do unto you what you have done to others. I will break you. Over, and over, and over again, until the mighty empress is no more. And whatever remains after that, I will throw to the wolves. Do you understand?”\n\nElmira’s only response is an anxious little whimper. With all of the strength she can muster, she attempts to escape, desperately trying to pull herself out of Chayan’s unbreakable grasp. Ultimately, it’s a waste of effort, and Chayan’s grip only tightens the more she struggles.\n\n“For you to come into my village, and make demands of me…” The husky looks down on the child with a wicked smile, tugging at the fabric of her pants until a thick, knotted cock springs free from the garment. “Your father must have forgotten to teach you about me…about what sort of person I used to be.”\n\nThe warmongering brat cries out in terror as her body shrinks down another size without warning. Her hips become too narrow to bear her belt, and it comes sliding off, along with her pants. However, they don’t hit the floor. Instead they are snagged, hanging off of the tip of Chayan’s twitching red cock.\n\n“Let me make this clear: Making you into a child is not how I will make you unfit to lead.”\n\nChayan reaches out and grabs Elmira by the neck, squeezing down on the cub’s windpipe as she continues to speak. Her strength is enough to lift the arrogant child off the floor, and no matter how much she kicks her legs or claws at Chayan’s arms, Elmira finds it impossible to free herself.\n\n“No, that’s just a bonus - a prize, just for me. What will make you truly unfit, is the way you will become a braindead, drooling little whore. I will make you into someone who has no thoughts for herself - no dreams, no ideas, and no desire to escape. Only the instincts of an animal - to raise your ass, and beg for more. Do you understand?”\n\nElmira gasps as Chayan finally lets go of her neck. It’s all she can do not to fall to her knees the moment that she lands - she is so light-headed that she can barely stand. And she takes a moment to catch her breath, looking up at Chayan in wide-eyed terror.\n\nThe husky’s menacing words shake the very bones in Elmira’s body. She has become so afraid that she doesn’t even think to fight - she only wants to run. Her heart has never pounded this hard in her entire life - not even in the midst of battle. She knows that this cannot continue - if she spends any more time in this room, she will die - or worse.\n\nSo, she turns around and runs, making a break for the door. Unfortunately, with her pants down around her legs, and her head still fuzzy from being choked, this only causes her to trip and fall forward onto her stomach.\n\n\nAnd then, there is a strange sort of sound. The kind that a knife makes when it rattles against wood. Elmira looks to her right to find that her concealed knife has fallen out of her pants, and is very nearly within reach.\n\n[i]My knife!! How could I have forgotten it? Was I so flustered that I didn’t even think to draw it?[/i]\n\nThere is a single, precious moment to spare, and in that moment, she makes a grab for the handle. Reaching desperately for the weapon, in the hopes that she might be able to end this nightmare - to plunge the dagger into Chayan’s chest and come out of the Yurt a victorious little girl. Even if she becomes nothing more than a child - even if her men do not recognize her at first - she knows now that there is a chance for her to win, in defiance of this foul ancient magic!\n\nChayan reaches out with her foot and kicks the knife across the floor, sending it sliding across the wood until it bumps against the far wall.\n\n“Now, now,” mocks Chayan. “Children should not play with knives…nor should they wage war.”\n\n==================================\n\nThe slow, agonizing slide of a grown woman’s cock is not something a child should ever have to feel inside of her body. But, it isn’t like Elmira is new to the sensation, either.\n\nAt this point, she is about nine years old. And it goes in a little easier than Chayan expects - she was expecting to puncture a hymen on her way in. Instead, nothing.\n\nIt almost feels like she did it wrong. So, she draws her cock all the way out of Elmira’s little body, and slides it back in. Nothing. And again, as she pulls it out and shoves it back in, and it’s fairly easy to push her way into the base. Sure, she is much too small for Chayan’s cock - the child’s crying and whimpering is a testament to that - but there doesn’t seem to be a hymen in the way at all!\n\n“The water should have restored your virginity by now,” muses the husky. “When did you lose it, huh? Did one of your father’s men split you open when you were nine? Or was it your father himself that did it - did he tear your cunt while he was making love to you in the bedroom? Maybe he sent his wives away - or, maybe he had them watch?”\n\nChayan leans over the child, grinning wickedly as she growls in her little ear. “Go on, don’t be shy, I'm curious…”\n\n[i]What does it matter who did it to me?? It’s all happening again anyway!![/i]\n\n“Oh, it doesn’t matter. I’m going to find out exactly when it happened, just by letting the waters of the Ob do their work.”\n\nShe yanks her cock out Elmira’s little body all at once, and the child gasps as she slumps over on the floor. Her legs only barely have enough strength to keep her ass in the air - and they are shaking with the effort. Nothing could have prepared her for how overwhelming it feels to be raped again; to have her insides forced open so hard that it bruises her cervix. Already, her fur is sticky with precum, and though she doesn’t know it yet, not all of the fluids down there belong to Chayan alone.\n\nEven though Chayan has pulled out of Elmira, it brings the child no solace. All she gets is horrified suspense - she knows what’s about to happen to her. What Chayan plans to do to her.\n\nIt takes another fifteen seconds for the next wave to hit her. All the while, Chayan is still getting younger - stronger, thicker, and more erect. Just watching Elmira shrink helplessly on the floor causes her cock to jump with excitement.\n\n“Alright…Let’s try that again.”\n\n[i]No - NO! I wanted to forget!!! You fucking witch!!![/i]\n\nElmira cries out in terror as she is forced up against the door of the yurt. Chayan has her face pressed against the cedar wood, and the child is held by the wrists. When she pulls Elmira’s arms back, they become handles - useless for anything other than leverage.\n\n“HELP!!!!” the child shrieks. Her whole rib cage vibrates as she cries out at the top of her lungs. “COMMANDER!!!”\n\n==================================\n\n“Did you hear that?”\n\nThe Kichik are gathered around a fire just outside of Chayan’s yurt. Two wolves, one gray and one black, stand near the door with their axes at the ready.\n\n“Hear what?” asks the black one. “The screaming?”\n\n“Yeah.”\n\n“Sounds like a cub,” snickers the black wolf. “Maybe Elmira is in there fucking Chayan’s granddaughter or something…”\n\n“You think so?” The gray wolf grins and turns towards the door. “Oh, I would like to see that…”\n\nThe black wolf raises a paw and shakes his head. “Not yet. The deal was to wait outside. Better not bother her while she’s…negotiating. Else you might risk missing out…”\n\n“You’re probably right…” The gray wolf huffs and leans against the wall of the yurt. “But why does she always get to go first? Always the first to eat, to fuck, to sleep…I swear, she pisses me off…”\n\nThe black wolf shrugs and turns back to the fire, where the rest of their allies are gathered. “I think you are not the only one who feels that way.”\n\n==================================\n\nTears pour from Elmira’s eyes, and blood dribbles down her legs. A fresh, newly-formed hymen is torn just a few seconds after it is formed. The pain is so much that it silences her - she can’t even draw a sound from her lungs. All she can do is clench her jaw and bear the agony of reliving a torment once buried. The feelings are identical to what she once felt - Chayan may as well have pulled her back through time, back to that day all those years ago.\n\n“Mmm, there it is,” muses Chayan. “Deflowered at…what, nine years old? Such a cruel fate for a little girl. It is easy to see why you turned out to be such an ill-mannered little bitch.”\n\nThe scream comes out all at once - after a few seconds of silence, she can’t contain it anymore. The tears come bursting out of her eyes like a waterfall - all of a sudden, she’s a complete and utter mess. And as she descends into a state of sobbing, open-mouthed agony, the water of her eyes drips to the floor and mixes with the water of her defilement.\n\n“The Ob removes all the impurities of age. And so, your life’s work amounts to a puddle on my floor.” Chayan chuckles as she pulls her cock slowly out of Elmira’s little body, leaving the tip to rest against her fucked-open labia. “A seasoned warlord knows the risks, and carries herself with death and defilement in mind. When you play this game, you must be prepared to lose. Otherwise, you will end up…like this.” She smiles and gives Elmira a vicious slap on the ass, reveling in the way her body tenses up with pain. “A weeping child, with nowhere to run - no one to call for help. Those men out there won’t come to save you, and you have only yourself to blame for that.”\n\nElmira has already accepted that. She had told her men to wait outside, thinking that there was no threat an old woman could pose to her at a time like this. If she had known what Chayan had up her sleeve, she would have had the old hag killed on sight. And now, there is nothing she can do - no matter how much she shouts or bangs on the door, her men do not even stir. The Kichik answer to a voice that no longer belongs to her.\n\nChayan pushes her hips forward again, and her cock slides right back inside. In such a small body, every twitch and throb is twice as intense, and Elmira feels the sting of violation all the way into her legs. Never in her life has she felt so full.\n\n“You know that you earned this, don’t you? How many children have you watched suffer - how many families have you torn apart?” Chayan grins and gives the child another wicked thrust from behind, laughing at the way the girl’s ass trembles from the impact. She likes it so much that she follows it with another, and another, and then another.\n\nElmira’s cervix is beginning to ache. The more Chayan pounds her little body, the more it hurts her deep inside. The door rattles with every thrust as the force pushes her muzzle into the door. Worse than the pain, though, is the fact that she can feel herself getting wet.\n\nThe child has no energy to resist. Somehow, that makes it easier to bear. She doesn’t understand why, but the more she resigns herself to it, the less it seems to hurt. It’s the same way it felt all those years ago, when her eyelids grew heavy and her muscles went limp. After fighting it for so long, her reward is only darkness and defilement. There is no greater defeat - this she understands far too well by now. But even long before this moment of acceptance, her cunt was starting to get wet on its own, and now her entire lower body is warm with something that she hates even more than pain.\n\nPleasure.\n\n“Please…” The young shepherd struggles to even squeeze out a few words between thrusts - every time Chayan pounds against her cervix, Elmira’s breath hitches, and all words are lost. “I…hah…I’m…Sorry…”\n\n“I don’t think you know what those words mean,” laughs Chayan. She sighs as she yanks herself out of Elmira’s aching pussy, taking a moment to spread the child’s ass open and admire her work. “You feel sorry because you have lost, and even then, you only feel sorry for yourself. What of the lives you’ve ruined, hm? Remorse is not going to repair broken families, you know.”\n\nElmira’s eyes widen as she feels the waters of the Ob rushing back again. Her limbs have begun to grow small and weak, and her muzzle has begun to shorten into that of a young pup. But, her concerns are elsewhere.\n\nI don’t care about my legs, or what happens to my face…what the fuck is happening inside of me??\n\nThe aching of defilement in the child’s vagina is slowly dulled by a sensation of tightness in her body. One that she felt moments before her newly-formed cervix was torn open…\n\n[i]She is going to do it again!!![/i]\n\n“And, you know, there is no point in apologizing to me. Really, you have done me a kindness by coming here with your men. With my newfound youth, I will take those mongrels of yours and shape them into a great army…one that will reach far and wide, across the steppe, and further beyond.”\n\nChayan pulls Elmira away from the door - she is as easy to lift now as any child would be. She takes the child over to the bed, where she has bearskins laid out as blankets, and throws her down on her back. Even after being healed by the water, Elmira is so weak that her aching, trembling legs fall open on their own. And, before she can even try to close them again, Chayan reaches down and grabs her by the thighs, pushing her little legs all the way back.\n\nThe girl is shaken, from head to toe, by an all-consuming terror. All she can do is tremble in fear and beg for mercy. “N-No!! I…I can’t…Please, I can’t…can’t take anymore!”\n\n“By now, you understand what I’m doing. I’m going to keep tearing you open until there is nothing left to tear.” Chayan lets the head of her cock glide against Elmira’s labia, poking the tip at her young, underdeveloped clit. “And even that would not be enough to match all of the suffering you’ve caused…so, when I'm done with you, you are going to be locked up and left out in the cold, where anyone can have a turn with you.”\n\nChayan looks down at Elmira with a wicked grin as the water changes the husky one last time. Her muscles bulge with perfect strength, free from all wear and tear. The last maligned vertebra clicks into place, and she looms over the child like a savage giant. Chayan has returned to her prime, and she hungers for young pussy - she needs it so badly that she’s beginning to salivate, drooling all over Elmira’s naked belly.\n\n“Oh, fuck, I’m going to enjoy this…and, you know what, sweetheart? Before long…so will you.”\n\nOne ruthless thrust, and it all goes in at once. Elmira’s ear-piercing scream reaches no one - no one that cares to intervene, anyway. She gets a few seconds to adjust as Chayan pops her knot into the puppy’s body, savoring the way it feels to be all the way inside of a child. And then, it begins again. The husky lets gravity do the work, bringing her pelvis crashing down onto Elmira’s body, driving every inch inside of her cunt. At this point, she doesn’t have enough room in her body to accommodate an adult. Of course, Chayan doesn’t care - she just keeps tearing the child anyway, and letting the blood smear on her shaft as she pulls it all the way out.\n\n“Cry all you want. But I can already tell that you like being treated this way.” The husky grunts as she forces her hips down, pushing her cock into Elmira’s body again. And again, and again, and again - until the sound is audible even outside of the yurt, and the smell of sex hangs in the winter air. The child is nearly crushed beneath Chayan’s weight, and the overwhelming fullness of the cock forced into her body.\n\nWith time, Elmira’s cries die down into whimpers. Screaming takes too much out of her - she can barely keep her eyes open, let alone put up a fight. And just when she thinks that her suffering is coming to an end, the sound of flowing water fills her mind again, and her hymen pieces itself back together, just to be torn again. She is too delirious at this point to keep track of how many times it has happened - she only knows that it happened enough for her to become almost completely numb to it. And, in lieu of that feeling, suddenly all she can feel is pleasure. Sick, disgusting, delightful pleasure - the kind that sets her mind on fire. She doesn’t know what to think anymore.\n\nAnd she doesn’t have the strength to deny it any longer.\n\nAnd so, with a long, agonized breath, Elmira lets out an aching moan.\n\n“There it is,” chuckles Chayan. She breathes a deep sigh of satisfaction as she pushes another painful thrust into the child’s body. “I finally broke you, didn’t I, sweetheart? Poor baby. You should have never chosen the life of a raider…you were born to be a slave instead. You know that, right?”\n\nElmira can only manage a weak nod and an anguished whine. Her mind doesn’t know what it wants, but her body - her womb - wants to be pregnant. Even at this age, she understands it, and the feeling is impossible for her to ignore.\n\n“Mmm, and look at this cute little girl beneath me…you’ve turned into such a fuckable little thing. So many people are going to enjoy you, you know…”\n\nThe words make Elmira sick. So sick that it hurts her stomach to even think about it - to visualize what is going to be done to her after all this is done. And yet, as sickening as it is, she can’t stop leaking. Her toes curl as Chayan’s cock hits her cervix again, and she lets out a helpless whine.\n\n“I wonder if your flower will come back again,” the husky wonders aloud. “Let’s see…”\n\n“N-No!!” Elmira groans and looks up at Chayan pleadingly. “D-don’t…don’t pull out…”\n\nHave the waters of the Ob truly stopped changing her? Elmira doesn’t know, but whatever the case, she doesn’t want to feel that pain again. Not when she was just starting to enjoy the sensation of being raped.\n\n“I don’t think you’re in the position to be asking me for anything,” snickers Chayan. “But I will tell you what - if you beg for me, like a good girl, then I might leave you alone.”\n\nElmira stares deep into Chayan’s eyes. Surely, she can earn some kind of mercy by being pathetic - by being a good girl.\n\n“Please…Please, Chayan, I beg of you! D-don’t take it out, I can’t take any more!! You have already destroyed me - what more do you want?!”\n\nChayan smiles and shakes her head. “And now, you will see how it feels to beg for mercy, and be denied.”\n\nElmira starts weeping even before any healing has happened. The husky’s cock slipping out of her body only reminds her of the feeling that is soon to come. Nothing is more painful than the uncertainty - the anticipation of suffering is so much worse than the suffering itself. And now, she wonders if the waters of the Ob have begun to have an effect on her mind, or if it’s just the dick melting her brain. Either way, she has lost any desire to try and get away - there are no ideas in her head.\n\nOnly the sound of rushing water.\n\nIt comes back, one last time. The river repairs her hymen, and pulls it taut over part of her opening. It’s just enough of an obstacle for it to be torn by the slightest defilement. She’s so small now, and there’s so much blood - it’s a miracle that she hasn’t passed out.\n\nAnd so, one last time, Chayan pushes Elmira’s little legs back and forces her cock inside.\n\nThe child is barely even there when she feels the tear in her insides. It’s agonizing, but she doesn’t even have the energy to scream anymore. Her eyelids are so heavy and her pussy hurts so much - not a single inch of her insides have been spared. All she can do is try to stay awake.\n\nI thought I escaped this…I thought I would never have to feel this way again. What that woman did to me, all those years ago…this is so, so much worse. Is this how they all felt…? I would not wish this upon my worst enemy. I feel like such a used-up whore…\n\nWith a little whimper rattling in her throat, Elmira pulls her legs open and goes limp.\n\n“P-please, just…cum…” she whines. “I’m…I’m sorry…”\n\nChayan grins and wraps her fingers around Elmira’s waist - it’s tiny, and very easy to grip.\n\n“That’s more like it. A genuine apology. I can hear it in your voice, and see it in your eyes…you’re going to be a good girl now, aren’t you?”\n\nElmira takes a deep breath, her chest rising as she works up the strength to give up an answer. “Yes…Chayan…”\n\nThe husky sighs contentedly as she picks up the pace, thrusting her hips into the child’s body again. As she fucks the girl faster, she starts to huff, breathing hot air directly into Elmira’s face. “Mmm, I'm going to cum…keep those legs open, nice and wide…”\n\nThe puppy’s mind is already gone. But when Chayan fucks her faster, it becomes even harder to think. Nothing comes to Elmira’s mind other than the hope that Chayan will cum. Her legs are on fire, and the warmth rising inside of her body is something she knows all too well. She’s going to cum on her rapist’s cock, even after all that has been done to her.\n\nFaster and faster, until the sound of underage pussy being fucked becomes clearly audible. Elmira’s labia splits open around the head of Chayan’s thick red cock. Every agonizing thrust brings her closer and closer to what she wants. But she doesn’t cum until she feels Chayan’s cum finally splattering against her cervix.\n\n“Ugh!!” Chayan groans as she bears down on Elmira, grinning from ear to wicked ear as she empties herself into the child’s womb. “O-Oh, fuck…you are mine now, little whore…”\n\nThe warmth wrings an agonized gasp from Elmira’s throat, and as it comes out, it becomes a sweet little moan. She feels everything as it fills her - the sticky white ruin of a grown woman’s seed, pushed into her tiny body. Somehow the aching that consumes her lower half only makes the feeling more euphoric. And, as every muscle clenches down on Chayan’s throbbing red cock, all she knows is that she wants more. More cum, more pain, more sex…until she dies.\n\n[i]This…this is what I deserve. I’m a worthless, evil little whore…[/i]\n\n==================================\n\nIt was not easy to convince the Kichik that Elmira had supposedly fled and left her tribe in the ownership of Chayan, but after promising them each a warm bed, a hot meal, and a turn with her “granddaughter”, it was surprisingly easy to gain their favor. Thankfully, the smell of Chayan on Elmira’s body was so strong that none of her men recognized her, even after they had all taken turns ravaging her body. Through it all, Elmira had never put up a single complaint - she knew better than to try that when Chayan was watching. Not that she really wanted to escape, anyway.\n\nWhen the boys were done with Elmira, Chayan took her place as their rightful leader. Some of the Kichik rejected this change, but after a month it seemed that there were no more dissenters. Coincidentally, the Pека acquired a surplus of boy slaves at around the same time. None of the Kichik knew enough about shamanism to make any sort of connection.\n\nFor Elmira, her punishment has only just begun. She spends most days locked in a pillory at the center of the village, with the words ‘FREE USE’ painted on her ass. Almost every morning, the shaman comes and secures her in this way - and, every time, she puts up little to no resistance. It's terribly uncomfortable to be bent over like that all day, but with the way she squirms and moans when strangers come along and slip themselves inside of her, many are assured that she doesn’t mind living that way.\n\nAnd, in a way, she really doesn't. She can’t help but get soaked whenever she’s grabbed and fucked against the pillory. Her body knows what it wants, whether she likes it or not. But this is a humiliation beyond comparison. Everything that once belonged to her is now in the hands of the mighty Chayan - her body, her virginity, her belongings, and her people. Now, she has nothing but a bed to be fucked in. And she can only watch as Chayan wages war across the steppe, building a mighty empire with the army that was once her own.\n\nThis becomes her way of life - the only thing she knows. Eventually, her memories of being a raider queen are erased, one by one. It’s hard to keep track of who you are when your identity exists on the terms of others. And Elmira exists only in relation to those that she pleases - her sole purpose is to be used, much like how she used those who were once her prey. All the more cathartic when the victims of her conquest eventually came to the seat of Chayan’s empire - the vengeful families of those wronged by Elmira number in the thousands. In those cases, it is not uncommon for Elmira to be beaten and raped for hours and hours on end. Sometimes they come one by one, while other times they come all at once, defiling her as a single, hungry horde.\n\nElmira knows, deep down, that this is the fate she has earned. And as she watches Chayan’s empire literally be built up around her, she comes to realize that she never had a chance to begin with - there are none who could possibly stand against such brutal might and sadistic intelligence. In spite of Chayan’s seemingly predatory nature, the empire that Elmira comes to know, as she grows older, is one one peace and stability. The kind of thing that only a true leader could build, and a far cry from the trail of wanton destruction that Elmira once left in her wake.\n\nAnd so, by the time Elmira is thirteen, when Chayan comes down to the pillory to pay Elmira the occasional visit, the girl can only look at her with fear and admiration.\n\nIt seems that this is her rightful place, after all.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"CHAYAN’S SOLUTION

Between the Kazakh Steppe and the Siberian wilderness, there lies an ancient divide - a river known as the Ob. It has carried life with it longer than it has carried a name -  it is older than borders, names, and khans.

And so before history could even be written, there were people living along the Ob’s banks. The Pека were among them - a small, peaceful tribe of farmers and fishermen.

The Pека have been around for as long as anyone can remember, and they have held sovereignty over the land since times far beyond the grasp of history. Their village braces the river, and so they rarely go hungry - the crops are fruitful, and the fish are plenty.

Here, in the divide between worlds, the Pека have prospered under the watchful eye of an old husky named Chayan.

Now, Chayan has been the leader of the Pека ever since she inherited the role from her mother at fourteen. It did not take long for her to assure the tribe that they were in good hands; when she was twenty, she fended off raiders from the west with a combination of brute strength and clever tricks.

A strong, capable leader was all the tribe needed to truly thrive on the Ob. Before long, the village was growing, and an age of prosperity had officially begun. And Chayan continued to care tirelessly for her people, until it began to wear her out.

In her prime, she was mighty - an upright back and a sturdy pair of shoulders. She could fight off a bear and live, if she really wanted to. But as the years went by, the work caught up to her, and Chayan began to grow frail and crooked.

Her back began to fail her, and soon she struggled to carry the weight of her head. It wasn’t long before the tribe began to notice that the fur around her eyes was graying.

Yet, she remained, and the Pека prospered still. In those days, age had little effect on a practiced intuition and a sharpened wit.

Still, there were many among the tribe who wondered if Chayan would ever produce an heir. In fact, as she got older, her advisors urged her to bear a successor before it was too late to do so. But the old husky assured them that she knew what she was doing - that an heir would have to wait.

The tribe was unsure, but they put their faith in Chayan’s judgment anyway. And so, they waited.

Time passed, winter after frigid winter. Every morning there were new wrinkles on Chayan’s face. The Pека began to fear that the old dog would die before she could give them a new leader.

But, one day, a solution presented itself.

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The shaman is perhaps the closest thing the Pека has to a patriarch. He is a wise old cat, and an exceptional healer; what’s more, he is a close friend to Chayan. She confides in him that which no one else could ever know, and that has led many people of the tribe to respect him. However, there are some who find it odd that he never seems to age.

The shaman has known Chayan since she was a child, and yet he looks about half her age. The longer people stay in the village, the more likely they are to see it. On the one hand, this makes him very good at his job - the man is wise like an elder and yet he works like a young man. On the other hand, there are many who find his apparent immortality suspicious. But, no one has worked up the courage to question him directly, and so he continues his work unbothered.

Today, he has four children standing naked in knee-deep water.

“Shaman,” says one of them, a white-speckled puppy: “Why have you brought us here?”

Another, a sweet little doe: “Why are we naked…?”

The shaman reassures them with his gentle smile, and he raises a paw to the flow of the Ob. “I have brought you here to bless the river.”

“Bless the river?”

“Yes. You are here to give a very special blessing to the river.” The shaman walks up to the doe and strokes her cheek with his paw. “It will be used to make a special medicine for Chayan. The four of you will help me make it.”

“Um…how?”

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt - nor is it very complex. All you must do is bathe in the river. Okay?”

A couple of the children look amongst the others to gauge what they feel. They aren’t sure how bathing in the river could constitute a blessing. Ultimately, though, the decision is made by a mischievous little rabbit, who leaps eagerly into the river and splashes everyone with water.

Soon, the others go deeper into the water. And once they are knee-deep, they stop and turn to the shaman for guidance.

He is standing in the shallow, quite deliberately avoiding the water. The children aren’t sure why.

“Go!” he calls to them. “Play! But stay close to the bank, okay?”

The children trust the shaman’s wisdom, and so they wash themselves obediently. The Ob runs through them, weaving its way between ten little naked legs.

“Go ahead!” calls the shaman. "Drink from the water! Swim! Play! You are favored!”

His words fill them with spirit - they are emboldened, and they get rowdy. They splash the Ob into the sky and shower eachother with shimmering droplets, rising up out of the stream until the wind touches their nipples. They cry out and play, chasing eachother across the current. Blissfully ignorant to the shadow of war, to the pains of old age and ripened malice. The shaman notices two of the children who break off from the group to sit together in the water; within minutes, they are kissing and exploring eachother under a veil of flowing water. The sun shines in the droplets of liquid that drip from their pre-adolescent fur.

And perhaps the shaman would watch them all day, if it weren’t for his true intent. He is looking for an indicator - something the children cannot see.

And now, he sees it.

Pure, unfiltered nascence drips off the bodies of the children and into the river. The spirits are made young and ignorant, and the water is made pure and warm. The river becomes so carefree that it begins to bubble into a slow-moving foam.

It’s the foam that he’s after - the water skimmed from the very top.

He kneels at the bank and gathers the foam in buckets, hauling them back onto the sand one by one. The uninitiated would have you believe that the water he collects is no different from any other kind. But this water is the secret to the shaman’s youth - and the youth which he will soon bestow upon Chayan.

“Shaman?”


He looks up to see that the doe has left the group, and now she approaches him.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

“Oh, this is part of the medicine,” he answers. “Don’t worry; you can keep playing.”

“Oh.” She folds her hands in front of her - perhaps to cover her naked crotch - and looks away awkwardly. “My mama said…we’ll be invaded soon, because Chayan is old. Is that true?”

The shaman laughs and scratches at the fur of his chin. “Ha! No. I promise you, it won’t happen.”

His confidence has her convinced. And it isn’t a ruse, either, because he knows that Chayan will be young again before long.

He looks out, beyond naked young bodies, at the rolling hills to the west. Where the sun disappears beyond the horizon, to shine upon the people of distant lands.

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A wolf wrapped in armored fur makes his way to the top of a hill.

“Elmira. The men are ready to move.”

A battle-scarred shepherd dog stands on the hill, looking out over an evening inferno. Bodies crawl out from the ashes and rubble of another desecrated village. The cries of the scorched, scalped and flayed echo far across the plains. The fire has begun to catch, and spread out across the grassland - soon, the signs of Elmira’s conquest will be visible for miles.

She speaks without looking at him.

“When I set out on my father’s path, I had no idea it would be so much…”

“...Bloodshed?” Asks the wolf.

“Fun.”

The young shepherd can’t help but smile, her jagged canines shining from ear to ear.

“How many prisoners were taken?”

“Twelve women,” answers the wolf commander. “And fifteen children.”

Below, a few of Elmira’s men have forced a woman and her daughter to the ground right outside of their home. Their screams are deafening, even at a distance - until their maws are tied shut. The mother is forced to watch as the little girl struggles to keep her legs closed - all for nothing. They pull her open until one of them manages to get inside of her and start thrusting.

All hopes are shattered in an instant. The child is defiled, the mother broken and weeping. She begs for them to let her daughter go - to take her instead. But she is not the one they want.

“These people are going to have to learn the hard way what happens to those who resist.” Elmira folds her arms and turns to address the wolf commander. “Let the boys have their fun for the night. Tomorrow, we will take the Pека.”

The screams fade away, the mother and her child dragged into the darkness. All is quiet. And when the fire dies down, nothing remains but ashes.

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The children at the outskirts of the village are the first to witness the approaching raiders. A group of fifty men travel as one across the plains and the knee-deep waters of the Ob. The villagers rush to bring their cubs inside and barricade their doors and windows. The Pека know who these strangers are, and what they have come for.

A young dog - Chikan - spots them from afar, before they have even made it to the outskirts of the village. He leaps from his post and makes haste towards Chayan’s cedar-wood yurt.

“Chayan,” cries the canine, “The Kichik are coming…”

The old husky leans forward in her seat - she is there with a few of her close advisors. “Truly?”

“I swear it. They could be here in minutes…”

One of the elders stands to speak, a wizened old buck with broken antlers. “Chayan, we must flee...”

“There is no time.”

“We are not equipped to fight them!”

“This is true. But I am more prepared for this than you may think.” The old husky stands up from her chair and leans over the table. “Listen closely. Get everyone indoors and out of sight. Then, return to your families - leave me to deal with the Kichik.”

“Chayan, this is suicide!”

“Bah! I’m old, I’ve got nothing to lose.” The husky laughs and waves him off. “Trust me to know what I’m doing, and do as I say. Understood?”

The elders glance at eachother, and then at Chayan, before solemnly taking their leave. As they file out of the yurt, the young dog Chikan stops to bid her one last farewell.

“Good luck, Chayan…”

Once the yurt is empty, Chayan turns from the door and makes her way down a set of earthen stairs, deep into a hidden inner sanctum underground. She pushes open a wooden door which leads into the place tucked away within - a place where the shaman has been working in secret. Here, the shaman tends to the medicine as it nears completion.

“Tell me it is nearly done.”

“The color has turned,” answers the shaman. He does not look up at Chayan - the cat is too busy watching the solution, waiting for the medicine to tell him, through color and sound, that it is complete. “It will not be long, now.”

“And not a moment too soon,” sighs Chayan. “They’re already at our door.”

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Chayan emerges from her yurt to find a horde of men surrounding her. All of them are armed to the teeth and clearly hardened by war. She knows, just by looking at them, that these are the seasoned men of a practiced warlord.

However, as their leader comes forward, Chayan is rather surprised by what she sees: It’s a young shepherd woman. Scarred, disheveled, and unwashed - Chayan can still smell the soot on her from the last village she burned to the ground. Her breasts are bound in bandages, and her armor denotes a position of status and respect among these men - all the more surprising to see such things on such a young woman.

Chayan makes eye contact with the young woman and speaks first. “What do you want?”

“I am Elmira, of the Kichik. And these…are my men.”

Chayan’s eyebrows are raised slightly. “Yes, I’ve heard of you. Your reputation precedes you. What brings you to our village?”

Elmira turns to look at her men, and then back at Chayan. “If you’ve heard of me, then surely you already know what we are here for.”

“Hm? What’s that?”

“Are you so old that your hearing is gone?” The shepherd laughs at her. “We have come to accept your surrender, hag.”

“Is that so?” Chayan raises an eyebrow. “And if I don’t?”

Elmira drops her voice down to a low growl.

“I will have my boys here turn your river a beautiful shade of crimson red.”

Chayan smiles and turns towards her yurt. “Fair enough. Why don’t you come into my home? We will discuss the conditions of my surrender.”

Elmira and her men howl with laughter.

“You know what? I’m in a good mood today, so I will humor you. Let us see your dirt hovel.”

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Chayan’s hut is not particularly extravagant or large. It is certainly one of the largest in the village, but only to facilitate her job - the extra space was designed to accommodate her, her guests, and her advisors. In this case, the size is convenient - and the furnishings make for a more comfortable negotiation. In fact, as Elmira walks alone into the yurt, she is surprised by how…homely…it all feels. The hut is made with cedar wood and insulated with mostly bear skin; the inside is warm in contrast to the biting cold, and the chairs are all nice to sit in. To top it all off, Chayan’s pantry is well-stocked, and she comes out of the kitchen with a platter of cheese and spiced sausage.

“My, this is a warm welcome,” muses Elmira. She takes a seat and watches with some amusement as Chayan sets the table for her. “You must be eager for me to take this village off your hands.”

“I am only extending my hospitality to a guest,” answers Chayan. “And besides: You would have taken my food anyway.”

The remark earns her a chuckle from Elmira. The way the shepherd smiles and nods her head tells Chayan everything she needs to know.

“The food will not be the only thing I will take from you,” answers Elmira. She breaks off a piece of a sausage and eats it whole. “I expect my men to be fed tonight, and to be given warm beds to sleep in.”

Chayan chuckles and shakes her head. “That is a given. We will go over all of that. But first, let me pour you a drink.”

Elmira raises an eyebrow. “A drink?”

The old woman produces a jar made of clay, which is painted with elaborate markings.

“Do you know about our river, the Ob?” asked Chayan.

“I can’t say that I do.”

“Spirits ebb and flow like water. And the Ob…is a very old river. Things have lived and died on its banks for a long, long time.”

Elmira rolls her eyes. “So?”

“So, the water has properties that make it an excellent source of magic.”

She tips the jar over into a pair of small cups, filling them both with pure, glistening water. Not a single drop is spilled.

But Elmira scowls at the old woman, baring her teeth at the freshly-poured drinks. “You think I am a fool? You cannot poison me with a cheap trick like this.”

“There are no tricks,” chuckles Chayan. She takes her cup and drinks from it, sipping it clear and loud from the surface. She drinks, and drinks, and drinks, until there is no more. Then she sets the cup down on the table and folds her shriveled arms across her chest.


“If I were to kill you, the men outside would know, and then my village would be burned to ash by you and your men. Do you take me for a fool? I am here to negotiate with you.”

The young shepherd snatches the jar off the table and takes a moment to examine it. Carefully turning it over in her paws, trying to see if there are any tricks with the container. However, she soon finds that the jar is unremarkable - it is ordinary, and made of clay. Perhaps the markings indicate that some sort of spell has been cast on the water, but if that were the case, then why would the old hag drink some?

“What do you mean ‘magic’? What does the water do?”

“The water loosens time’s grasp on you. It undoes the effects of age, and makes you young and virile again.”


Again, Elmira bursts out laughing. Giggling like a child and pounding her fist on the table. “You lie to me! And so obviously, too!”

“Oh, this is no lie,” Chayan hums.

The shepherd tilts her head, still chuckling between breaths. “Heh…Why do you look so old, then? Let me guess: You’re so ancient that it doesn’t work on you? Or maybe, your throat is too weak to swallow it?”

The old husky shrugs her shoulders. “To be truthful, I was saving it for a special day. But, I suppose this is as good a time as any - consider it a token of my surrender. As long as no one is hurt, then you are free to take whatever you want.”

“Oh, I can not promise that no one will be hurt,” the shepherd chuckles. But, at the very least…no one will be killed.”

Elmira takes the cup in hand and swirls the liquid within. Staring into the glistening water with all the scrutiny one would expect of a warlord. Her father has taught her well. But, this drink does not seem like anything more than regular water. It looks, smells, and flows like water - and the hag already drank some herself.

“How is it made?”

“We had four children from the village bathe in the river,” explains Chayan. She looks away from Elmira, as if her thoughts drift elsewhere. “The water from their bodies is what you hold in your hand now.”

Elmira’s ears perk up as she regards the water with a newfound curiosity. Water, from the washing of young boys and girls? Something about that makes her thirsty. She’s seen so many children broken in by her men that she has developed something of a taste for it over the years.

She brings the cup to her mouth, and tilts it back, drinking it all in one swig. Then she tosses the cup, and it shatters. Pottery shards scatter across the floor.

“Alright, hag - let us discuss your surrender.”

“I will see that your men are fed tonight and given warm beds to sleep in,” begins Chayan. “But I am sure there is more you want. Tell me.”

“I want girls brought in for them to play with. None older than twenty. They will serve my men through the night and into the morning.”

Chayan sighs and nods her head. “Fair enough…what else?”

“You will find me the most beautiful young girl in the village and bring her here, for me to have for the night. Everything in this shit house belongs to me, including any daughters or granddaughters you may have.”


“I have none to speak of,” shrugs the old husky. “But, I have a niece that you may find…appealing.”

“Really?” Elmira chuckles and leans back in her chair, putting her boots up on the table. “Tell me: what is she like? Is she a husky, like you?”

Chayan raises an eyebrow. “Yes.”

“You know, cubs of your kind are so loud when you fuck them. They howl like they’re being killed, even if you aren’t being all that rough.” Elmira’s tail begins to wag, and she lets out a wistful sort of sigh, clearly reminiscing on a fond memory. “I wonder…what sound will your niece make, when I have her bent over this table? I hope your people don’t mind the noise, because, between your niece and the girls that will be keeping my men company, it’s going to get very loud tonight.”

Chayan says nothing. She offers no reaction. Instead she only sits there, watching Elmira with a stone cold expression through her weary old eyes.

Elmira yawns and shuts her eyes. The chair is very comfortable, and the shepherd dog is feeling confident - not to mention, she hasn’t had a decent place to sit in quite some time.  “Another thing: I don’t want to see your wrinkled old hide until tomorrow morning when we leave.”

Chayan props her head up on her elbow and looks up at Elmira with a smile.

“Well. Say what you will, but my hide will not be wrinkled for much longer.”

All of a sudden, Chayan has begun to shift in her seat. Is she uncomfortable? No, not that - she doesn’t actually move from the spot.And yet, without her moving at all, her skin seems to crawl like insects have burrowed underneath it.

Elmira doesn’t notice at first. She’s too busy relaxing in her chair. But when the sound of shifting skin becomes audible, she is taken out of her moment of rest. She watches, wide-eyed, as Chayan’s hide pulls itself taut. One by one, the wrinkles disappear - one by one, the gray hairs are re-colored. The fur around her eyes begins to look more lively. The joints pop as they are re-positioned, and the vertebrae snap painfully back into place - but she bears every crack and pop with only gritted teeth and grunts.

All of a sudden, the old woman has become much easier on the eyes. She still looks old, but now the gap between their ages has narrowed - she looks just young enough to be Elmira’s mother.

And now, the young shepherd is silent. Staring, in slack-jawed awe, at the renewed shape of Chayan.

“It…it actually works?” Elmira whispers. She picks up the jar and looks again at the markings painted onto its side, as if searching for some sort of explanation in the designs.


“It is a blessing to be young,” sighs Chayan. She takes a deep breath as she takes a moment to stretch, and break in her newly-rejuvenated body. “To be strong and fertile, and to walk with ease…it is a precious, fleeting gift. But the young…they do not know it. Only their elders understand, and only because they have lost it.”

Elmira stands up from her chair.

If the water can do that to this hag, then…what will it do to me? What sort of untold power will I be granted?

Her heart begins to race as she considers the possibilities.

Sure enough, she feels it. The sensation of flowing water beneath her skin - regardless of whether or not that is actually what it is. She feels it flow into her right arm, where there was a two year-old old scar - and now, it’s gone. In fact, it seems that several of her scars are disappearing - sewing themselves shut before being replaced with fresh skin and healthy fur.

“The water returns you to a previous state, without opening up old wounds.” Chayan smiles as she examines the new, healthy fur on her arms. “You thought I deceived you?”

“It’s the strangest thing. My muscles were sore when I came here, and now I feel like I’ve had a very long nap.” Elmira grins from ear to ear and clenches her fists, flexing powerful young muscles that bulge against the metal rings secured around her arms. “That poor niece of yours is going to be screaming her lungs out. I could fuck all night, like this…”

“Well,” snickers Chayan. “Someone is going to be screaming.”

Elmira pauses. She looks not at her muscles, but at Chayan now. Eyeing her with a raised eyebrow.

“What are you saying? Is that a threat?”

The young shepherd eyes the husky up and down. Chayan is much younger, due to the effects of the water…but she is still old. Much too old to contend with a young stud like Elmira. She knows that she can fight and win. As if she even needs to dirty her paws with such a thing - she could just have her men come into the yurt and gut Chayan like a pig. What was this old woman talking about?

“Are you trying to see if you can take me?” asks Chayan. “I think you may have other things to be concerned about, little girl.”

Little girl?

Before she has the chance to be offended by the remark, Elmira’s attention is drawn elsewhere. To the sound of metal sliding against fur, and the feeling of a cold ring sliding down each of her arms.

The metal bands that are normally held in place around Elmira’s biceps now dangle freely around her elbows. Elbows that have suddenly become thin and scrawny.

In fact, her entire arm has shrunk. Both of them, and the joints that hold them…they have all gone down a size. They look like the arms of…

“A CHILD!!” Elmira shrieks and rises to her feet - as she does, the bandages around her chest begin to fall, and she has to use one arm to keep her breasts from being exposed. “You would turn me into a child! You lied to me!”

Chayan shrugs her shoulders again. “There was no lie. Rather, I only told you part of the truth.”

Elmira snarls and points a claw at Chayan. “Then what is the truth, you fucking witch?”

“What I told you was that the waters of the Ob carry the strength of spirits, and are good for youth. What I did not tell you is how that youth is bestowed.” The old dog lifts the jar to her eyes, and the painted markings come into focus as her vision is renewed. “Four children brought to the Ob, to drink from its waters. Four children stripped naked, to bathe in the stream. Four children held by the shaman, to water the river.”

“You are speaking nonsense!” growls the young shepherd. She takes a threatening step forward, her fists poised to swing at her.

“Then let me tell you, with plain words.” The old woman stands up from her seat and stares directly into Elmira’s eyes. “For you and I…our age will be reduced by a factor of four.”

The shepherd pauses, as she begins to do some math in her head.

Four? Let’s see…How many times does four fit into twenty-four?

Six?

Elmira’s heart sinks.

Six years old??? I’m going to be turned back into a fucking toddler???

“Have you done the counting yet?” Chayan laughs. “Me, personally…I will be twenty, by the time the water’s effects are complete.”

Elmira snarls like an animal and takes a wild swing at the old dog. There is still time to beat her - to make her talk! However, before her fist can get anywhere near Chayan’s face, it ends up caught in an inescapable grasp. It’s as if her wrist is being squeezed by a bear.

It’s then that Elmira notices it: Chayan has begun to change again. The last of the wrinkles and gray hairs are all gone, and now, the old woman’s muscles are starting to swell. Suddenly it no longer suffices to call her an old woman - such a menacing figure could never be mistaken for a hag. Before Elmira has a chance to even try to escape, she finds herself standing before a giant.

Chayan is grinning now, from ear to fuzzy ear. And she is looking better than ever - at this age, she could hold her own against any man, to say nothing of a child - this misbehaving girl is easy prey for her now.

The rags that Chayan was wearing as an old woman now fall to the floor and reveal her body. She is not wearing much underneath. And there is a bulge pressing at the inside of her pants, twitching angrily against the fabric.

Elmira tries, over and over, to squirm out of Chayan’s grasp. But what can a child do against such strength? Even if she cries out, would her men recognize the voice as hers?

“What…” The young girl swallows hard as she stares up at the husky. “What are you going to do to me?”

Chayan smiles and reaches down to grab the shivering child by the waist. Then she pulls the girl into her grasp - close enough that Elmira can feel the bulge of the husky’s cock pressed against her crotch. And, for the first time in years, Elmira is met with a feeling that she thought forgotten:

Fear - true, paralyzing fear.

“Let the judgment be defined by the sin: I will do unto you what you have done to others. I will break you. Over, and over, and over again, until the mighty empress is no more. And whatever remains after that, I will throw to the wolves. Do you understand?”

Elmira’s only response is an anxious little whimper. With all of the strength she can muster, she attempts to escape, desperately trying to pull herself out of Chayan’s unbreakable grasp. Ultimately, it’s a waste of effort, and Chayan’s grip only tightens the more she struggles.

“For you to come into my village, and make demands of me…” The husky looks down on the child with a wicked smile, tugging at the fabric of her pants until a thick, knotted cock springs free from the garment. “Your father must have forgotten to teach you about me…about what sort of person I used to be.”

The warmongering brat cries out in terror as her body shrinks down another size without warning. Her hips become too narrow to bear her belt, and it comes sliding off, along with her pants. However, they don’t hit the floor. Instead they are snagged, hanging off of the tip of Chayan’s twitching red cock.

“Let me make this clear: Making you into a child is not how I will make you unfit to lead.”

Chayan reaches out and grabs Elmira by the neck, squeezing down on the cub’s windpipe as she continues to speak. Her strength is enough to lift the arrogant child off the floor, and no matter how much she kicks her legs or claws at Chayan’s arms, Elmira finds it impossible to free herself.

“No, that’s just a bonus - a prize, just for me. What will make you truly unfit, is the way you will become a braindead, drooling little whore. I will make you into someone who has no thoughts for herself - no dreams, no ideas, and no desire to escape. Only the instincts of an animal - to raise your ass, and beg for more. Do you understand?”

Elmira gasps as Chayan finally lets go of her neck. It’s all she can do not to fall to her knees the moment that she lands - she is so light-headed that she can barely stand. And she takes a moment to catch her breath, looking up at Chayan in wide-eyed terror.

The husky’s menacing words shake the very bones in Elmira’s body. She has become so afraid that she doesn’t even think to fight - she only wants to run. Her heart has never pounded this hard in her entire life - not even in the midst of battle. She knows that this cannot continue - if she spends any more time in this room, she will die - or worse.

So, she turns around and runs, making a break for the door. Unfortunately, with her pants down around her legs, and her head still fuzzy from being choked, this only causes her to trip and fall forward onto her stomach.


And then, there is a strange sort of sound. The kind that a knife makes when it rattles against wood. Elmira looks to her right to find that her concealed knife has fallen out of her pants, and is very nearly within reach.

My knife!! How could I have forgotten it? Was I so flustered that I didn’t even think to draw it?

There is a single, precious moment to spare, and in that moment, she makes a grab for the handle. Reaching desperately for the weapon, in the hopes that she might be able to end this nightmare - to plunge the dagger into Chayan’s chest and come out of the Yurt a victorious little girl. Even if she becomes nothing more than a child - even if her men do not recognize her at first - she knows now that there is a chance for her to win, in defiance of this foul ancient magic!

Chayan reaches out with her foot and kicks the knife across the floor, sending it sliding across the wood until it bumps against the far wall.

“Now, now,” mocks Chayan. “Children should not play with knives…nor should they wage war.”

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The slow, agonizing slide of a grown woman’s cock is not something a child should ever have to feel inside of her body. But, it isn’t like Elmira is new to the sensation, either.

At this point, she is about nine years old. And it goes in a little easier than Chayan expects - she was expecting to puncture a hymen on her way in. Instead, nothing.

It almost feels like she did it wrong. So, she draws her cock all the way out of Elmira’s little body, and slides it back in. Nothing. And again, as she pulls it out and shoves it back in, and it’s fairly easy to push her way into the base. Sure, she is much too small for Chayan’s cock - the child’s crying and whimpering is a testament to that - but there doesn’t seem to be a hymen in the way at all!

“The water should have restored your virginity by now,” muses the husky. “When did you lose it, huh? Did one of your father’s men split you open when you were nine? Or was it your father himself that did it - did he tear your cunt while he was making love to you in the bedroom? Maybe he sent his wives away - or, maybe he had them watch?”

Chayan leans over the child, grinning wickedly as she growls in her little ear. “Go on, don’t be shy, I'm curious…”

What does it matter who did it to me?? It’s all happening again anyway!!

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. I’m going to find out exactly when it happened, just by letting the waters of the Ob do their work.”

She yanks her cock out Elmira’s little body all at once, and the child gasps as she slumps over on the floor. Her legs only barely have enough strength to keep her ass in the air - and they are shaking with the effort. Nothing could have prepared her for how overwhelming it feels to be raped again; to have her insides forced open so hard that it bruises her cervix. Already, her fur is sticky with precum, and though she doesn’t know it yet, not all of the fluids down there belong to Chayan alone.

Even though Chayan has pulled out of Elmira, it brings the child no solace. All she gets is horrified suspense - she knows what’s about to happen to her. What Chayan plans to do to her.

It takes another fifteen seconds for the next wave to hit her. All the while, Chayan is still getting younger - stronger, thicker, and more erect. Just watching Elmira shrink helplessly on the floor causes her cock to jump with excitement.

“Alright…Let’s try that again.”

No - NO! I wanted to forget!!! You fucking witch!!!

Elmira cries out in terror as she is forced up against the door of the yurt. Chayan has her face pressed against the cedar wood, and the child is held by the wrists. When she pulls Elmira’s arms back, they become handles - useless for anything other than leverage.

“HELP!!!!” the child shrieks. Her whole rib cage vibrates as she cries out at the top of her lungs. “COMMANDER!!!”

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“Did you hear that?”

The Kichik are gathered around a fire just outside of Chayan’s yurt. Two wolves, one gray and one black, stand near the door with their axes at the ready.

“Hear what?” asks the black one. “The screaming?”

“Yeah.”

“Sounds like a cub,” snickers the black wolf. “Maybe Elmira is in there fucking Chayan’s granddaughter or something…”

“You think so?” The gray wolf grins and turns towards the door. “Oh, I would like to see that…”

The black wolf raises a paw and shakes his head. “Not yet. The deal was to wait outside. Better not bother her while she’s…negotiating. Else you might risk missing out…”

“You’re probably right…” The gray wolf huffs and leans against the wall of the yurt. “But why does she always get to go first? Always the first to eat, to fuck, to sleep…I swear, she pisses me off…”

The black wolf shrugs and turns back to the fire, where the rest of their allies are gathered. “I think you are not the only one who feels that way.”

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Tears pour from Elmira’s eyes, and blood dribbles down her legs. A fresh, newly-formed hymen is torn just a few seconds after it is formed. The pain is so much that it silences her - she can’t even draw a sound from her lungs. All she can do is clench her jaw and bear the agony of reliving a torment once buried. The feelings are identical to what she once felt - Chayan may as well have pulled her back through time, back to that day all those years ago.

“Mmm, there it is,” muses Chayan. “Deflowered at…what, nine years old? Such a cruel fate for a little girl. It is easy to see why you turned out to be such an ill-mannered little bitch.”

The scream comes out all at once - after a few seconds of silence, she can’t contain it anymore. The tears come bursting out of her eyes like a waterfall - all of a sudden, she’s a complete and utter mess. And as she descends into a state of sobbing, open-mouthed agony, the water of her eyes drips to the floor and mixes with the water of her defilement.

“The Ob removes all the impurities of age. And so, your life’s work amounts to a puddle on my floor.” Chayan chuckles as she pulls her cock slowly out of Elmira’s little body, leaving the tip to rest against her fucked-open labia. “A seasoned warlord knows the risks, and carries herself with death and defilement in mind. When you play this game, you must be prepared to lose. Otherwise, you will end up…like this.” She smiles and gives Elmira a vicious slap on the ass, reveling in the way her body tenses up with pain. “A weeping child, with nowhere to run - no one to call for help. Those men out there won’t come to save you, and you have only yourself to blame for that.”

Elmira has already accepted that. She had told her men to wait outside, thinking that there was no threat an old woman could pose to her at a time like this. If she had known what Chayan had up her sleeve, she would have had the old hag killed on sight. And now, there is nothing she can do - no matter how much she shouts or bangs on the door, her men do not even stir. The Kichik answer to a voice that no longer belongs to her.

Chayan pushes her hips forward again, and her cock slides right back inside. In such a small body, every twitch and throb is twice as intense, and Elmira feels the sting of violation all the way into her legs. Never in her life has she felt so full.

“You know that you earned this, don’t you? How many children have you watched suffer - how many families have you torn apart?” Chayan grins and gives the child another wicked thrust from behind, laughing at the way the girl’s ass trembles from the impact. She likes it so much that she follows it with another, and another, and then another.

Elmira’s cervix is beginning to ache. The more Chayan pounds her little body, the more it hurts her deep inside. The door rattles with every thrust as the force pushes her muzzle into the door. Worse than the pain, though, is the fact that she can feel herself getting wet.

The child has no energy to resist. Somehow, that makes it easier to bear. She doesn’t understand why, but the more she resigns herself to it, the less it seems to hurt. It’s the same way it felt all those years ago, when her eyelids grew heavy and her muscles went limp. After fighting it for so long, her reward is only darkness and defilement. There is no greater defeat - this she understands far too well by now. But even long before this moment of acceptance, her cunt was starting to get wet on its own, and now her entire lower body is warm with something that she hates even more than pain.

Pleasure.

“Please…” The young shepherd struggles to even squeeze out a few words between thrusts - every time Chayan pounds against her cervix, Elmira’s breath hitches, and all words are lost. “I…hah…I’m…Sorry…”

“I don’t think you know what those words mean,” laughs Chayan. She sighs as she yanks herself out of Elmira’s aching pussy, taking a moment to spread the child’s ass open and admire her work. “You feel sorry because you have lost, and even then, you only feel sorry for yourself. What of the lives you’ve ruined, hm? Remorse is not going to repair broken families, you know.”

Elmira’s eyes widen as she feels the waters of the Ob rushing back again. Her limbs have begun to grow small and weak, and her muzzle has begun to shorten into that of a young pup. But, her concerns are elsewhere.

I don’t care about my legs, or what happens to my face…what the fuck is happening inside of me??

The aching of defilement in the child’s vagina is slowly dulled by a sensation of tightness in her body. One that she felt moments before her newly-formed cervix was torn open…

She is going to do it again!!!

“And, you know, there is no point in apologizing to me. Really, you have done me a kindness by coming here with your men. With my newfound youth, I will take those mongrels of yours and shape them into a great army…one that will reach far and wide, across the steppe, and further beyond.”

Chayan pulls Elmira away from the door - she is as easy to lift now as any child would be. She takes the child over to the bed, where she has bearskins laid out as blankets, and throws her down on her back. Even after being healed by the water, Elmira is so weak that her aching, trembling legs fall open on their own. And, before she can even try to close them again, Chayan reaches down and grabs her by the thighs, pushing her little legs all the way back.

The girl is shaken, from head to toe, by an all-consuming terror. All she can do is tremble in fear and beg for mercy.  “N-No!! I…I can’t…Please, I can’t…can’t take anymore!”

“By now, you understand what I’m doing. I’m going to keep tearing you open until there is nothing left to tear.” Chayan lets the head of her cock glide against Elmira’s labia, poking the tip at her young, underdeveloped clit. “And even that would not be enough to match all of the suffering you’ve caused…so, when I'm done with you, you are going to be locked up and left out in the cold, where anyone can have a turn with you.”

Chayan looks down at Elmira with a wicked grin as the water changes the husky one last time. Her muscles bulge with perfect strength, free from all wear and tear. The last maligned vertebra clicks into place, and she looms over the child like a savage giant. Chayan has returned to her prime, and she hungers for young pussy - she needs it so badly that she’s beginning to salivate, drooling all over Elmira’s naked belly.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to enjoy this…and, you know what, sweetheart? Before long…so will you.”

One ruthless thrust, and it all goes in at once. Elmira’s ear-piercing scream reaches no one - no one that cares to intervene, anyway. She gets a few seconds to adjust as Chayan pops her knot into the puppy’s body, savoring the way it feels to be all the way inside of a child. And then, it begins again. The husky lets gravity do the work, bringing her pelvis crashing down onto Elmira’s body, driving every inch inside of her cunt. At this point, she doesn’t have enough room in her body to accommodate an adult. Of course, Chayan doesn’t care - she just keeps tearing the child anyway, and letting the blood smear on her shaft as she pulls it all the way out.

“Cry all you want. But I can already tell that you like being treated this way.” The husky grunts as she forces her hips down, pushing her cock into Elmira’s body again. And again, and again, and again - until the sound is audible even outside of the yurt, and the smell of sex hangs in the winter air. The child is nearly crushed beneath Chayan’s weight, and the overwhelming fullness of the cock forced into her body.

With time, Elmira’s cries die down into whimpers. Screaming takes too much out of her - she can barely keep her eyes open, let alone put up a fight. And just when she thinks that her suffering is coming to an end, the sound of flowing water fills her mind again, and her hymen pieces itself back together, just to be torn again. She is too delirious at this point to keep track of how many times it has happened - she only knows that it happened enough for her to become almost completely numb to it. And, in lieu of that feeling, suddenly all she can feel is pleasure. Sick, disgusting, delightful pleasure - the kind that sets her mind on fire. She doesn’t know what to think anymore.

And she doesn’t have the strength to deny it any longer.

And so, with a long, agonized breath, Elmira lets out an aching moan.

“There it is,” chuckles Chayan. She breathes a deep sigh of satisfaction as she pushes another painful thrust into the child’s body. “I finally broke you, didn’t I, sweetheart? Poor baby. You should have never chosen the life of a raider…you were born to be a slave instead. You know that, right?”

Elmira can only manage a weak nod and an anguished whine. Her mind doesn’t know what it wants, but her body - her womb - wants to be pregnant. Even at this age, she understands it, and the feeling is impossible for her to ignore.

“Mmm, and look at this cute little girl beneath me…you’ve turned into such a fuckable little thing. So many people are going to enjoy you, you know…”

The words make Elmira sick. So sick that it hurts her stomach to even think about it - to visualize what is going to be done to her after all this is done. And yet, as sickening as it is, she can’t stop leaking. Her toes curl as Chayan’s cock hits her cervix again, and she lets out a helpless whine.

“I wonder if your flower will come back again,” the husky wonders aloud. “Let’s see…”

“N-No!!” Elmira groans and looks up at Chayan pleadingly. “D-don’t…don’t pull out…”

Have the waters of the Ob truly stopped changing her? Elmira doesn’t know, but whatever the case, she doesn’t want to feel that pain again. Not when she was just starting to enjoy the sensation of being raped.

“I don’t think you’re in the position to be asking me for anything,” snickers Chayan. “But I will tell you what - if you beg for me, like a good girl, then I might leave you alone.”

Elmira stares deep into Chayan’s eyes. Surely, she can earn some kind of mercy by being pathetic - by being a good girl.

“Please…Please, Chayan, I beg of you! D-don’t take it out, I can’t take any more!! You have already destroyed me - what more do you want?!”

Chayan smiles and shakes her head. “And now, you will see how it feels to beg for mercy, and be denied.”

Elmira starts weeping even before any healing has happened. The husky’s cock slipping out of her body only reminds her of the feeling that is soon to come. Nothing is more painful than the uncertainty - the anticipation of suffering is so much worse than the suffering itself. And now, she wonders if the waters of the Ob have begun to have an effect on her mind, or if it’s just the dick melting her brain. Either way, she has lost any desire to try and get away - there are no ideas in her head.

Only the sound of rushing water.

It comes back, one last time. The river repairs her hymen, and pulls it taut over part of her opening. It’s just enough of an obstacle for it to be torn by the slightest defilement. She’s so small now, and there’s so much blood - it’s a miracle that she hasn’t passed out.

And so, one last time, Chayan pushes Elmira’s little legs back and forces her cock inside.

The child is barely even there when she feels the tear in her insides. It’s agonizing, but she doesn’t even have the energy to scream anymore. Her eyelids are so heavy and her pussy hurts so much - not a single inch of her insides have been spared. All she can do is try to stay awake.

I thought I escaped this…I thought I would never have to feel this way again. What that woman did to me, all those years ago…this is so, so much worse. Is this how they all felt…? I would not wish this upon my worst enemy. I feel like such a used-up whore…

With a little whimper rattling in her throat, Elmira pulls her legs open and goes limp.

“P-please, just…cum…” she whines. “I’m…I’m sorry…”

Chayan grins and wraps her fingers around Elmira’s waist - it’s tiny, and very easy to grip.

“That’s more like it. A genuine apology. I can hear it in your voice, and see it in your eyes…you’re going to be a good girl now, aren’t you?”

Elmira takes a deep breath, her chest rising as she works up the strength to give up an answer. “Yes…Chayan…”

The husky sighs contentedly as she picks up the pace, thrusting her hips into the child’s body again. As she fucks the girl faster, she starts to huff, breathing hot air directly into Elmira’s face. “Mmm, I'm going to cum…keep those legs open, nice and wide…”

The puppy’s mind is already gone. But when Chayan fucks her faster, it becomes even harder to think. Nothing comes to Elmira’s mind other than the hope that Chayan will cum. Her legs are on fire, and the warmth rising inside of her body is something she knows all too well. She’s going to cum on her rapist’s cock, even after all that has been done to her.

Faster and faster, until the sound of underage pussy being fucked becomes clearly audible. Elmira’s labia splits open around the head of Chayan’s thick red cock. Every agonizing thrust brings her closer and closer to what she wants. But she doesn’t cum until she feels Chayan’s cum finally splattering against her cervix.

“Ugh!!” Chayan groans as she bears down on Elmira, grinning from ear to wicked ear as she empties herself into the child’s womb. “O-Oh, fuck…you are mine now, little whore…”

The warmth wrings an agonized gasp from Elmira’s throat, and as it comes out, it becomes a sweet little moan. She feels everything as it fills her - the sticky white ruin of a grown woman’s seed, pushed into her tiny body. Somehow the aching that consumes her lower half only makes the feeling more euphoric. And, as every muscle clenches down on Chayan’s throbbing red cock, all she knows is that she wants more. More cum, more pain, more sex…until she dies.

This…this is what I deserve. I’m a worthless, evil little whore…

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It was not easy to convince the Kichik that Elmira had supposedly fled and left her tribe in the ownership of Chayan, but after promising them each a warm bed, a hot meal, and a turn with her “granddaughter”, it was surprisingly easy to gain their favor. Thankfully, the smell of Chayan on Elmira’s body was so strong that none of her men recognized her, even after they had all taken turns ravaging her body. Through it all, Elmira had never put up a single complaint - she knew better than to try that when Chayan was watching. Not that she really wanted to escape, anyway.

When the boys were done with Elmira, Chayan took her place as their rightful leader. Some of the Kichik rejected this change, but after a month it seemed that there were no more dissenters. Coincidentally, the Pека acquired a surplus of boy slaves at around the same time. None of the Kichik knew enough about shamanism to make any sort of connection.

For Elmira, her punishment has only just begun. She spends most days locked in a pillory at the center of the village, with the words ‘FREE USE’ painted on her ass. Almost every morning, the shaman comes and secures her in this way - and, every time, she puts up little to no resistance. It's terribly uncomfortable to be bent over like that all day, but with the way she squirms and moans when strangers come along and slip themselves inside of her, many are assured that she doesn’t mind living that way.

And, in a way, she really doesn't. She can’t help but get soaked whenever she’s grabbed and fucked against the pillory. Her body knows what it wants, whether she likes it or not. But this is a humiliation beyond comparison. Everything that once belonged to her is now in the hands of the mighty Chayan - her body, her virginity, her belongings, and her people. Now, she has nothing but a bed to be fucked in. And she can only watch as Chayan wages war across the steppe, building a mighty empire with the army that was once her own.

This becomes her way of life - the only thing she knows. Eventually, her memories of being a raider queen are erased, one by one. It’s hard to keep track of who you are when your identity exists on the terms of others. And Elmira exists only in relation to those that she pleases - her sole purpose is to be used, much like how she used those who were once her prey. All the more cathartic when the victims of her conquest eventually came to the seat of Chayan’s empire - the vengeful families of those wronged by Elmira number in the thousands. In those cases, it is not uncommon for Elmira to be beaten and raped for hours and hours on end. Sometimes they come one by one, while other times they come all at once, defiling her as a single, hungry horde.

Elmira knows, deep down, that this is the fate she has earned. And as she watches Chayan’s empire literally be built up around her, she comes to realize that she never had a chance to begin with - there are none who could possibly stand against such brutal might and sadistic intelligence. In spite of Chayan’s seemingly predatory nature, the empire that Elmira comes to know, as she grows older, is one one peace and stability. The kind of thing that only a true leader could build, and a far cry from the trail of wanton destruction that Elmira once left in her wake.

And so, by the time Elmira is thirteen, when Chayan comes down to the pillory to pay Elmira the occasional visit, the girl can only look at her with fear and admiration.

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