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Staying on guard while blending out the moans that filled the chilly air of the desert night. Occasionally noises of pleasure, albeit more often witnesses of pain and suffering as slaves were fucked and toyed with, inside the huts and shacks, by unempathetic wolf guards. \n\nCrudely played music, if one wants to call it that, violated their eardrums as they passed by one of the largest buildings in Red Rock. Laughing and chatter, fists hitting tables, mugs getting clanked, singing, and more laughter emitted from the large building. The guards seemingly enjoyed their time. \n\nDespite the multitude of sounds, the cracking of the whip was loud and distinct. Both Lionesses were startled by the familiar and equally hated and feared noise. A loud scream followed immediately after. Begs and whimpers for help and mercy didn’t wait for long. Neither did the cheers, laughter, and mockery of the guards, enjoying the misery of the girl. While both Lionesses empathized with the slave, they were relieved that the whip was inside the building and not threatening them. \n\nRalka recognized the voice of the slave that received the whipping. The image of a pregnant vixen entered her mind. The one that has arrived on the same day as Malaika. More laughter was heard, followed by another crack of the whip and another and another— five lashes in quick succession. Four lashes the Vixen acknowledged with screams—pain and panic lay in them. Though, after the fifth, no sound of the Vixen reached Ralka. The girl must have mercifully passed out. Who knows how many lashes she had endured during the evening. But no doubt they will continue to terrorize her as soon as she comes to consciousness again. \n\nCarefully they passed the large building, ducking beneath each window, to stay hidden from the wolves inside. Even though they’d be likely too busy and drunk to notice them. Sneaking by past one of the last windows, Ralka perceived a quite familiar moaning and scent. It belonged to the Mouse, who became the most popular slave among the guards in record time. She was, in fact, so well sought among the guards that every slave knew her moaning and scent, as it could be often heard and smelled during the day. \n\nRalka would have bet that this Mouse spends more time fucking with the guards than anything else. It also led to the bizarre situation that the guards courted her—fought, and argued who would be the next to spend time with the Mouse. And as often observed, the girl was smart enough to take full advantage of that situation. \n\nWhile pondering the thoughts and impressions, she dropped her guard. A rookie mistake, unlike for the seasoned Lioness. Yet the years of slavery dulled her abilities, with much of her prowess gone. A gleam of light reflected by metal barely inside her field of vision warned her. Fortunately, with a quick step back, she avoided the sword. Mere fractions of a second later and the blade would have pierced her chest. \nAfter the initial surprise, Ralka quickly gained the upper hand, dancing swiftly to the left to prevent the next thrust from hitting the mark. In the same movement with the palm of her hand, she pushed Malaika on the chest. \n\nShe hit Malaika forcefully to send her several steps backward, and with a thump, the Lioness landed on her butt—surprised and startled. It took Malaika several seconds while she watched her girlfriend and the guard duking it out that Ralka just wanted her out of danger. The sword couldn’t hit Malaika down here. \n\nThe Wolf should have searched for help sooner. One could only guess why he acted as he did and attacked them on his own. Likely he wanted the fame and reward for preventing an escape for himself. Thinking two naked girls were no match for him. \n\nHe thought wrong. A revelation he had too late as when he accepted that he won’t stand a chance, Ralka stood already behind him and choked him with the bow she acquired from a previously knocked down guard. He desperately attempted to scream for help, but the wood of the bow pressed too hard on his throat already. After a few tantalizing minutes, the guard passed out.\n\nRegaining her composure, Ralka offered her hand to help Malaika up again. And with little effort, she pulled the smaller Lioness up back on her feet. Malaika quickly embraced Ralka in search of comfort and safety after this almost disaster. Likewise, Ralka closed into the embrace, upset that she dropped her guard and thus put her girlfriend in danger. Both Lionesses were once more aware of how dangerous the game was they played. One wrong move, and they would be screwed. \n\nEspecially for Malaika, a game that put her on the edge of breaking. She has been publicly humiliated, raped, whipped, and enslaved. All her belongings and freedom were stripped from her. Yet her life was never in acute danger. Not like this. Of course, a slave always faces the threat of dying from neglect or harsh punishment or an accident. But that was different. Any guard they encountered now wanted to kill them right then and there. Or worse, they would be not killed right away but punished for her escape attempt. Which also meant death just much slower. \n\nThe bow was rendered unusable after the fight, with the string ripped and the wood cracked. Further, Ralka deemed the most useful weapon for their sneaky endeavor was likely the dagger that remained in Malaika’s shaky hands. The dagger belonged to the same guard Ralka had taken the bow. \n\nCarefully she closed her hands around Malaika’s smaller one that held the dagger. And after a nod from Ralka, the slim Lioness loosened her grip around the weapon. Then she grabbed a fist-sized rock nearby and handed it to Malaika. Ralka guessed that this might be a more intuitive weapon for her girlfriend, who was untrained with any weapon. \n\nThus they proceeded. Slowly heading towards the southern part of the camp. Ralka knew that the palisade there was breached after the last sandstorm. They closed in on a hut where Ralka spotted a male Bunny inside. She knew him but hadn’t seen him for about three weeks and had wondered what had happened to him. Now she knew. He looked miserably, undoubtedly bound in there for the whole duration of his absence, and as they came closer, she could spot the whip marks. Some had almost healed, while others were new. Apparently, they whipped the poor guy daily for whatever “crime” he committed. \n\nOn top of the same hut, another most unfortunate fur dwelled, as every slave in Red Rock knew. A cheetah girl tried to escape a few years ago. She was sentenced to death, the usual punishment for escapees. But that doesn’t mean you’re permitted a quick death. In fact, they usually take an excruciatingly long time. For this Cheetah, it already meant years of suffering. Bound on the roof day and night, they see to give her enough food and water to survive. By now blind and half-mad from the heat, she is often heard screaming and blabbering during the days—. A warning for everyone who thinks about escaping. Ralka knew they were not allowed to fail!\n\nAs the two Lionesses snuck around the last shack before their destination, the unthinkable happened. Several guards jumped out their cover behind rocks, huts, and other obstacles—a group of more than a half dozen Wolves. Many armed with bows. Ralka couldn’t hope to fight them and even defeat a single one. The Lionesses’ hearts skipped a few beats as all their hopes were shattered mere steps away from freedom. \n\nIt was apparent that the guards knew they would come. Ralka didn’t know how but someone must have told on them. The Wolf in charge spoke, only a whisper but loud enough for Ralka and Malaika to hear.\n\n“Weapons down, yield!” she ordered the two slaves. \n\nRalka didn’t lower her dagger; she stepped in front of Malaika to protect her, ready to fight despite no hope of winning. But better to die by an arrow or sword than being slowly tortured to death over days, weeks, or even years. The grip of Malaika’s hand on her shoulder was tight. She noticed how her girlfriend trembled and was close to panicking or passing out. She heard the low, almost inaudible whispers as the slim Lioness sobbed. \n\n“P-please. Do something, I-I don’t want to die—not here—not like that—please—please—”\n\nThe impatient Wolf Captain quickly grew more impatient and once more urged in her most impolite demeanor the Lionesses to surrender.\n\n“Two options. You die here and now. Or you yield and follow us—” after a moment, she added: “Apparently there is a bargain waiting for you—not that you deserve it—” The Wolf spat out. “Slave scum, ugh—Cat scum—”\n \nLong moments passed until Ralka eventually lowered her dagger. If it hadn’t been for Malaika, she would have attacked and died then and here, instead of slowly getting tortured to death. But if there was even the slightest chance that they could get out of this mess alive or if even Malaika might be saved, she had to take the opportunity. \n\nThe two Lionesses followed the guards— as they silently marched back deeper into the camp. \n\n_____\n\nI have a Telegram Channel, see if it is something for you and consider joining. [url=https://inkbunny.net/j/420935-Volatus-telegram]Info here[/url]\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "With great caution, yet swiftly the two Lionesses advanced through the shadows. Staying on guard while blending out the moans that filled the chilly air of the desert night. Occasionally noises of pleasure, albeit more often witnesses of pain and suffering as slaves were fucked and toyed with, inside the huts and shacks, by unempathetic wolf guards.

Crudely played music, if one wants to call it that, violated their eardrums as they passed by one of the largest buildings in Red Rock. Laughing and chatter, fists hitting tables, mugs getting clanked, singing, and more laughter emitted from the large building. The guards seemingly enjoyed their time.

Despite the multitude of sounds, the cracking of the whip was loud and distinct. Both Lionesses were startled by the familiar and equally hated and feared noise. A loud scream followed immediately after. Begs and whimpers for help and mercy didn’t wait for long. Neither did the cheers, laughter, and mockery of the guards, enjoying the misery of the girl. While both Lionesses empathized with the slave, they were relieved that the whip was inside the building and not threatening them.

Ralka recognized the voice of the slave that received the whipping. The image of a pregnant vixen entered her mind. The one that has arrived on the same day as Malaika. More laughter was heard, followed by another crack of the whip and another and another— five lashes in quick succession. Four lashes the Vixen acknowledged with screams—pain and panic lay in them. Though, after the fifth, no sound of the Vixen reached Ralka. The girl must have mercifully passed out. Who knows how many lashes she had endured during the evening. But no doubt they will continue to terrorize her as soon as she comes to consciousness again.

Carefully they passed the large building, ducking beneath each window, to stay hidden from the wolves inside. Even though they’d be likely too busy and drunk to notice them. Sneaking by past one of the last windows, Ralka perceived a quite familiar moaning and scent. It belonged to the Mouse, who became the most popular slave among the guards in record time. She was, in fact, so well sought among the guards that every slave knew her moaning and scent, as it could be often heard and smelled during the day.

Ralka would have bet that this Mouse spends more time fucking with the guards than anything else. It also led to the bizarre situation that the guards courted her—fought, and argued who would be the next to spend time with the Mouse. And as often observed, the girl was smart enough to take full advantage of that situation.

While pondering the thoughts and impressions, she dropped her guard. A rookie mistake, unlike for the seasoned Lioness. Yet the years of slavery dulled her abilities, with much of her prowess gone. A gleam of light reflected by metal barely inside her field of vision warned her. Fortunately, with a quick step back, she avoided the sword. Mere fractions of a second later and the blade would have pierced her chest.
After the initial surprise, Ralka quickly gained the upper hand, dancing swiftly to the left to prevent the next thrust from hitting the mark. In the same movement with the palm of her hand, she pushed Malaika on the chest.

She hit Malaika forcefully to send her several steps backward, and with a thump, the Lioness landed on her butt—surprised and startled. It took Malaika several seconds while she watched her girlfriend and the guard duking it out that Ralka just wanted her out of danger. The sword couldn’t hit Malaika down here.  

The Wolf should have searched for help sooner. One could only guess why he acted as he did and attacked them on his own. Likely he wanted the fame and reward for preventing an escape for himself. Thinking two naked girls were no match for him.

He thought wrong. A revelation he had too late as when he accepted that he won’t stand a chance, Ralka stood already behind him and choked him with the bow she acquired from a previously knocked down guard. He desperately attempted to scream for help, but the wood of the bow pressed too hard on his throat already. After a few tantalizing minutes, the guard passed out.

Regaining her composure, Ralka offered her hand to help Malaika up again. And with little effort, she pulled the smaller Lioness up back on her feet. Malaika quickly embraced Ralka in search of comfort and safety after this almost disaster. Likewise, Ralka closed into the embrace, upset that she dropped her guard and thus put her girlfriend in danger. Both Lionesses were once more aware of how dangerous the game was they played. One wrong move, and they would be screwed.

Especially for Malaika, a game that put her on the edge of breaking. She has been publicly humiliated, raped, whipped, and enslaved. All her belongings and freedom were stripped from her. Yet her life was never in acute danger. Not like this. Of course, a slave always faces the threat of dying from neglect or harsh punishment or an accident. But that was different. Any guard they encountered now wanted to kill them right then and there. Or worse, they would be not killed right away but punished for her escape attempt. Which also meant death just much slower.

The bow was rendered unusable after the fight, with the string ripped and the wood cracked. Further, Ralka deemed the most useful weapon for their sneaky endeavor was likely the dagger that remained in Malaika’s shaky hands. The dagger belonged to the same guard Ralka had taken the bow.

Carefully she closed her hands around Malaika’s smaller one that held the dagger. And after a nod from Ralka, the slim Lioness loosened her grip around the weapon. Then she grabbed a fist-sized rock nearby and handed it to Malaika. Ralka guessed that this might be a more intuitive weapon for her girlfriend, who was untrained with any weapon.

Thus they proceeded. Slowly heading towards the southern part of the camp. Ralka knew that the palisade there was breached after the last sandstorm. They closed in on a hut where Ralka spotted a male Bunny inside. She knew him but hadn’t seen him for about three weeks and had wondered what had happened to him. Now she knew. He looked miserably, undoubtedly bound in there for the whole duration of his absence, and as they came closer, she could spot the whip marks. Some had almost healed, while others were new. Apparently, they whipped the poor guy daily for whatever “crime” he committed.

On top of the same hut, another most unfortunate fur dwelled, as every slave in Red Rock knew. A cheetah girl tried to escape a few years ago. She was sentenced to death, the usual punishment for escapees. But that doesn’t mean you’re permitted a quick death. In fact, they usually take an excruciatingly long time. For this Cheetah, it already meant years of suffering. Bound on the roof day and night, they see to give her enough food and water to survive. By now blind and half-mad from the heat, she is often heard screaming and blabbering during the days—. A warning for everyone who thinks about escaping. Ralka knew they were not allowed to fail!

As the two Lionesses snuck around the last shack before their destination, the unthinkable happened. Several guards jumped out their cover behind rocks, huts, and other obstacles—a group of more than a half dozen Wolves. Many armed with bows. Ralka couldn’t hope to fight them and even defeat a single one. The Lionesses’ hearts skipped a few beats as all their hopes were shattered mere steps away from freedom.

It was apparent that the guards knew they would come. Ralka didn’t know how but someone must have told on them. The Wolf in charge spoke, only a whisper but loud enough for Ralka and Malaika to hear.

“Weapons down, yield!” she ordered the two slaves.

Ralka didn’t lower her dagger; she stepped in front of Malaika to protect her, ready to fight despite no hope of winning. But better to die by an arrow or sword than being slowly tortured to death over days, weeks, or even years. The grip of Malaika’s hand on her shoulder was tight. She noticed how her girlfriend trembled and was close to panicking or passing out. She heard the low, almost inaudible whispers as the slim Lioness sobbed.

“P-please. Do something, I-I don’t want to die—not here—not like that—please—please—”

The impatient Wolf Captain quickly grew more impatient and once more urged in her most impolite demeanor the Lionesses to surrender.

“Two options. You die here and now. Or you yield and follow us—” after a moment, she added: “Apparently there is a bargain waiting for you—not that you deserve it—” The Wolf spat out. “Slave scum, ugh—Cat scum—”
 
Long moments passed until Ralka eventually lowered her dagger. If it hadn’t been for Malaika, she would have attacked and died then and here, instead of slowly getting tortured to death. But if there was even the slightest chance that they could get out of this mess alive or if even Malaika might be saved, she had to take the opportunity.

The two Lionesses followed the guards— as they silently marched back deeper into the camp.

_____

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