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If she tried to disobey—the spell meddled with her—with her brain;—she tried it when newly enslaved—but there was no use—she could not defeat the spell.\n\nThus, she, the mighty warrior, lived in slavery and was reduced to a mere beast of burden to a middling merchant. She carried large loads of packages naked with her fellow slave, an Arctic Fox. But now, it was over. Her slavery has ended. Bernhard had messed up. His riding horse bucked. Bernhard landed in the snow and, in the process, dropped the charm.\n\nLady Yrsa, as she was called before her slavery and the name she now reclaimed, dropped the heavy chests and boxes she carried and dashed for the talisman. Bernhard watched dumbfounded as he regained his senses and attempted to escape from the snow pile. \n\nYrsa squashed the bauble with her large, strong hands, and the spell evaporated. Fortunately, the Horse never forbade her to touch or destroy the amulet. He used the charm to ascertain that she neither hurt the merchant nor tried to escape. When obliterating the charm, she technically did neither. That she could and would use her reacquired freedom to do both—hurt the Horse and escape his clutches—did not matter to a mediocre spell. \n\nBernhard immediately realized that he was in trouble. He fled but tripped over a root buried in the deep snow. Thus, his folly attempt ended before it started. Not that Yrsa would have had any trouble catching the merchant.\n\nShe grabbed the Horse's arms, turned him around, and held him in a vice grip with a single hand. With her sharp claws, she began to shred the Horse's clothing until he stood naked before her. \n\nExposed to the winter and the gazes of everyone around. Like she had to endure herself for a decade. Though right now, the only watchful eyes the former merchant had to endure were the ones of the Polar Bear, the Arctic Fox slave, and the riding Horse. None of them wore any piece of clothing either. \n\nYrsa whispered into the Horse's ear: \"Now, how do you enjoy being naked in the snow? Isn't so fun if it is you, eh?\"\n\nThe merchant whimpered as the strong hands began to grope and squeeze his testicles harshly. She then, ignoring the Horse's complaints, pushed one of her fingers deep into his ass. \n\n\"Quite tight down there, eh? Don't worry. Slavery loosens you up quicker than you think! I talk by experience!\" She whispered sinisterly to him. \n\nIf one passed by now, he would have been greeted with quite an odd sight. That hypothetical person would see a naked Polar Bear holding an equally naked Horse while penetrating his ass with her hand. The anxious gazes of a male Arctic Fox, nude, of course, would lie on the two. He still stood there with all the heavy cargo on his back. The scared male didn't dare move. The merchant's Horse mount watched the spectacle from eyes too intelligent for an animal. \n\nBernhard shook. Mostly because he rightfully feared the unleashed Polar Bear woman and also due to the cold temperatures on the high-up mountain pass. His genitals shriveled to their smallest state. Yet even now, it may be said that he didn't realize that he simply endured what he forced his slaves to tolerate for years. \n\nYrsa plotted her next moves. First, she created a makeshift loincloth from the shredded fabric of Bernhard's clothes. Her breed and a decade of experience in this cold environment had steeled her. The temperatures hardly bothered her, naked or not. Yet she was determined to regain her dignity. \n\nBeing the singular party member who wears something resembling an attire appeared to be a satisfying first step. Plus, being the only clothed one signified her rank as group leader. Yrsa, as a former soldier, liked the idea of ranks. That loincloth signified hers. \n\nYrsa naturally considered all of Bernhard's belongings to be her own. That included his mount, the Arctic Fox, of which she had been quite fond the past years, and, of course, Bernhard himself. \n\nThe Polar Bear thought about that for a bit. Her group. She, a Horse, an Arctic Fox slave, and a Horse slave—precisely in that order. Dreaming about further exploits, she decided that she required more members for her \"party.\" It seemed wholly wrong to have her favorite Arctic Fox being second to last. That boy deserves a few more slaves beneath him. Not that it would make a difference to the male. He still would remain a powerless sex toy. \n\nPresently she said, addressing Bernhard: \"Now, my little slave, I think it's time Bernhard's fucking you!\"\n\nThe merchant looked confused and scared at her.\n\n\"Oh, I decided your Horse will be called Bernhard from now on! You, slave, will be called exactly that: slave. You may remember that you called me that for a decade!\"\n\nWith horror, the Horse looked at his former slave, finally realizing that he had just become one himself. He didn't dare to talk from shock. He knew the Polar Bear would not require a spell to keep him under control. Her physique and trained warrior body outmatched him substantially. \n\n\"I think it's time Bernhard gets some reward for carrying a shite like you for so long, slave!\"\n\nThe former merchant, still shocked and scared, didn't fight back. His brain had shut down for the moment, and Yrsa handled him like a will-less puppet. She bound his wrists to a tree and led the riding Horse behind the exposed ass of the former merchant. \n\nThe naked Arctic Fox observed silently, still laden with cargo. He had learned that being as invisible as possible best suits a slave. He tried to stay out of trouble. And maybe the 25-year-old Fox thought the Polar Bear might let him go now that she was free and had their former master to play with!\n\nPresently she crouched beside the Horse Bernhard and coerced the large animal's cock out of its sheath. Her skillful hands that tormented the Arctic Fox so often worked their wonders on the mount, too. It took little time, and the animal showed its large erection. She guided the Horse's aroused shaft toward the merchant's ass. \n\nOne would be startled by the mount's too-intelligent gaze if one would observe the scene. The level of awareness an animal usually didn't possess. Not that any of the party perceived it. Bernhard faced away from his former mount, Yrsa was busy inserting the cock into the merchant's unwilling ass, and the Arctic Fox stood behind the Horse. \n\nThus, no one noticed or wondered about this peculiarity. For them, this riding Horse was precisely that—a clueless animal. \n\nThe Arctic Fox—decisively neither clueless nor animal—watched and smiled, still without moving. He despised Bernhard as much as Yrsa, and seeing the former merchant fall violently from grace pleased him greatly. \n\nThe powerful hips jutted forward, and the massive Horse cock was buried quickly and deeply into the merchant's virgin ass. He screamed in agony and humiliation. He begged. He pleaded. Yrsa laughed—and watched. The Horse increased the pace. The merchant, formerly known as Bernhard, screamed and cried.\n\nThe Fox smiled as an erection built when he saw the abuse of his detested former owner. One of his owners, the Fox, thought. After all, the Polar Bear, even when enslaved, bullied him to a degree that one might have said that Yrsa owned him as much as the merchant did.\n\nThis fact should soon become formalized, as the Massive Polar Bear did not intend to set the Fox free. The idea was so absurd and bizarre to her that it didn't cross her mind for a second. The man was her property now. She treated him as such before, and now she doesn't even have to pretend anymore. He was hers. \n\nThus, seeing that the young man's member stirred, she walked toward him and whispered in the anxious Fox's ear.\n\n\"Enjoying the show, eh? Better keep your little boy between your legs in check. I permit you to get hard to celebrate the day and enjoy your former owner's downfall. However, if you shoot your load, I promise you that both my arms fit into your ass at the same time!\"\n\nThe sharpness of the last words made the Fox's cock shrink as quickly as it had gone erect. He did not doubt her words. Additionally, he immediately realized that his cautious hope for freedom was shattered. The Bear intended to keep him as a slave. Tears ran down his cheeks.\n\nYrsa laughed. \"Come on, you didn't think I would let my favorite toy get away, eh? But you will see I'm a much better owner than our old one! I will have so much fun with you! Maybe, if you are a good boy, you may even get your own slave!\" \n\nHer large tongue washed over the Fox's cheek before she winked at him and once more focused her attention on the ex-merchant and his ex-mount, which still eagerly took the Horse deep and hard. \n\nThe young Fox was ashamed when moments later, his cock once more stood tall and proud. He enjoyed seeing his former owner taken by the Horse. But the man also thought about large Polar Bear hands manipulating his member. And he thought about having his own slave—a slave's slave. His cock bobbed up and down in excitement.\n\nAt least, he thought, he would likely not be asked to carry heavy boxes around anymore. The Arctic Fox doubted Yrsa had plans to continue Bernhard's trading business. \n\n_____\n\nConsider joining my Telegram Channel, where you can find WiPs and artworks I post nowhere else. 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The Fox is small in comparison to the others because he is a Fox, but he is well over 20 (25, in fact).

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This story continues the storyline of the recent series of pictures I posted. Knowing those stories isn't strictly necessary to understand this one, but it helps at some points.

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One decade of slavery. One decade of humiliation. One decade of hatred toward her owner—Bernhard. Now, it was over. The puny Horse could never hope to match her strength. Her superior physique and cunning put the merchant's to shame.

The sole reason she submitted to him was the charm placed on her. Not an expensive one, the Horse was a miser. But as long as he kept a particular talisman close to his body, she was cursed to obey his every order despite her superior strength. If she tried to disobey—the spell meddled with her—with her brain;—she tried it when newly enslaved—but there was no use—she could not defeat the spell.

Thus, she, the mighty warrior, lived in slavery and was reduced to a mere beast of burden to a middling merchant. She carried large loads of packages naked with her fellow slave, an Arctic Fox. But now, it was over. Her slavery has ended. Bernhard had messed up. His riding horse bucked. Bernhard landed in the snow and, in the process, dropped the charm.

Lady Yrsa, as she was called before her slavery and the name she now reclaimed, dropped the heavy chests and boxes she carried and dashed for the talisman. Bernhard watched dumbfounded as he regained his senses and attempted to escape from the snow pile.

Yrsa squashed the bauble with her large, strong hands, and the spell evaporated. Fortunately, the Horse never forbade her to touch or destroy the amulet. He used the charm to ascertain that she neither hurt the merchant nor tried to escape. When obliterating the charm, she technically did neither. That she could and would use her reacquired freedom to do both—hurt the Horse and escape his clutches—did not matter to a mediocre spell.

Bernhard immediately realized that he was in trouble. He fled but tripped over a root buried in the deep snow. Thus, his folly attempt ended before it started. Not that Yrsa would have had any trouble catching the merchant.

She grabbed the Horse's arms, turned him around, and held him in a vice grip with a single hand. With her sharp claws, she began to shred the Horse's clothing until he stood naked before her.

Exposed to the winter and the gazes of everyone around. Like she had to endure herself for a decade. Though right now, the only watchful eyes the former merchant had to endure were the ones of the Polar Bear, the Arctic Fox slave, and the riding Horse. None of them wore any piece of clothing either.

Yrsa whispered into the Horse's ear: "Now, how do you enjoy being naked in the snow? Isn't so fun if it is you, eh?"

The merchant whimpered as the strong hands began to grope and squeeze his testicles harshly. She then, ignoring the Horse's complaints, pushed one of her fingers deep into his ass.

"Quite tight down there, eh? Don't worry. Slavery loosens you up quicker than you think! I talk by experience!" She whispered sinisterly to him.  

If one passed by now, he would have been greeted with quite an odd sight. That hypothetical person would see a naked Polar Bear holding an equally naked Horse while penetrating his ass with her hand. The anxious gazes of a male Arctic Fox, nude, of course, would lie on the two. He still stood there with all the heavy cargo on his back. The scared male didn't dare move. The merchant's Horse mount watched the spectacle from eyes too intelligent for an animal.

Bernhard shook. Mostly because he rightfully feared the unleashed Polar Bear woman and also due to the cold temperatures on the high-up mountain pass. His genitals shriveled to their smallest state. Yet even now, it may be said that he didn't realize that he simply endured what he forced his slaves to tolerate for years.

Yrsa plotted her next moves. First, she created a makeshift loincloth from the shredded fabric of Bernhard's clothes. Her breed and a decade of experience in this cold environment had steeled her. The temperatures hardly bothered her, naked or not. Yet she was determined to regain her dignity.

Being the singular party member who wears something resembling an attire appeared to be a satisfying first step. Plus, being the only clothed one signified her rank as group leader. Yrsa, as a former soldier, liked the idea of ranks. That loincloth signified hers.

Yrsa naturally considered all of Bernhard's belongings to be her own. That included his mount, the Arctic Fox, of which she had been quite fond the past years, and, of course, Bernhard himself.

The Polar Bear thought about that for a bit. Her group. She, a Horse, an Arctic Fox slave, and a Horse slave—precisely in that order. Dreaming about further exploits, she decided that she required more members for her "party." It seemed wholly wrong to have her favorite Arctic Fox being second to last. That boy deserves a few more slaves beneath him. Not that it would make a difference to the male. He still would remain a powerless sex toy.

Presently she said, addressing Bernhard: "Now, my little slave, I think it's time Bernhard's fucking you!"

The merchant looked confused and scared at her.

"Oh, I decided your Horse will be called Bernhard from now on! You, slave, will be called exactly that: slave. You may remember that you called me that for a decade!"

With horror, the Horse looked at his former slave, finally realizing that he had just become one himself. He didn't dare to talk from shock. He knew the Polar Bear would not require a spell to keep him under control. Her physique and trained warrior body outmatched him substantially.

"I think it's time Bernhard gets some reward for carrying a shite like you for so long, slave!"

The former merchant, still shocked and scared, didn't fight back. His brain had shut down for the moment, and Yrsa handled him like a will-less puppet. She bound his wrists to a tree and led the riding Horse behind the exposed ass of the former merchant.  

The naked Arctic Fox observed silently, still laden with cargo. He had learned that being as invisible as possible best suits a slave. He tried to stay out of trouble. And maybe the 25-year-old Fox thought the Polar Bear might let him go now that she was free and had their former master to play with!

Presently she crouched beside the Horse Bernhard and coerced the large animal's cock out of its sheath. Her skillful hands that tormented the Arctic Fox so often worked their wonders on the mount, too. It took little time, and the animal showed its large erection. She guided the Horse's aroused shaft toward the merchant's ass.

One would be startled by the mount's too-intelligent gaze if one would observe the scene. The level of awareness an animal usually didn't possess. Not that any of the party perceived it. Bernhard faced away from his former mount, Yrsa was busy inserting the cock into the merchant's unwilling ass, and the Arctic Fox stood behind the Horse.

Thus, no one noticed or wondered about this peculiarity. For them, this riding Horse was precisely that—a clueless animal.

The Arctic Fox—decisively neither clueless nor animal—watched and smiled, still without moving. He despised Bernhard as much as Yrsa, and seeing the former merchant fall violently from grace pleased him greatly.

The powerful hips jutted forward, and the massive Horse cock was buried quickly and deeply into the merchant's virgin ass. He screamed in agony and humiliation. He begged. He pleaded. Yrsa laughed—and watched. The Horse increased the pace. The merchant, formerly known as Bernhard, screamed and cried.

The Fox smiled as an erection built when he saw the abuse of his detested former owner. One of his owners, the Fox, thought. After all, the Polar Bear, even when enslaved, bullied him to a degree that one might have said that Yrsa owned him as much as the merchant did.

This fact should soon become formalized, as the Massive Polar Bear did not intend to set the Fox free. The idea was so absurd and bizarre to her that it didn't cross her mind for a second. The man was her property now. She treated him as such before, and now she doesn't even have to pretend anymore. He was hers.

Thus, seeing that the young man's member stirred, she walked toward him and whispered in the anxious Fox's ear.

"Enjoying the show, eh? Better keep your little boy between your legs in check. I permit you to get hard to celebrate the day and enjoy your former owner's downfall. However, if you shoot your load, I promise you that both my arms fit into your ass at the same time!"

The sharpness of the last words made the Fox's cock shrink as quickly as it had gone erect. He did not doubt her words. Additionally, he immediately realized that his cautious hope for freedom was shattered. The Bear intended to keep him as a slave. Tears ran down his cheeks.

Yrsa laughed. "Come on, you didn't think I would let my favorite toy get away, eh? But you will see I'm a much better owner than our old one! I will have so much fun with you! Maybe, if you are a good boy, you may even get your own slave!"

Her large tongue washed over the Fox's cheek before she winked at him and once more focused her attention on the ex-merchant and his ex-mount, which still eagerly took the Horse deep and hard.

The young Fox was ashamed when moments later, his cock once more stood tall and proud. He enjoyed seeing his former owner taken by the Horse. But the man also thought about large Polar Bear hands manipulating his member. And he thought about having his own slave—a slave's slave. His cock bobbed up and down in excitement.

At least, he thought, he would likely not be asked to carry heavy boxes around anymore. The Arctic Fox doubted Yrsa had plans to continue Bernhard's trading business.

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