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The next day at sunup of the first sun Geoffrey walked loosening his pistol in his right hand holster, he stopped over Gerald and Drevvien sleeping cuddled up together, and told the entire group to get up, "Hey you faggot bitches, get up, we have ta get a move on, no more sleeping in fer yer beauty sleep" He stood over to Gerald and talked directly to him he was still rubbing his eyes at the early hour, "You there slut boi, git yer ass over here". He commanded leaning over.

Drevvien came up first before Gerald moved. Geoffrey quick as a flash, pulled his long barreled .44 cap lock pistol out of his holster, on the draw he cocked the hammer in one well practiced motion. The chamber rolled around to have the packed powder and bullet load ready to fire down the barrel. He leveled it directly into the area between Drevvien's eye ridges one inch away. "Git yer ass down boy, before I blow yer Sitran faggot head clean off, GIMMIE' a reason ...Gimme a REASON!" his oversized jaw beyond any other race in proprtion to his face over the thin nose was held tight. His ummatural looking for a fair haired human face above a broad chest looked even more massive up close, he wore all his armor, but it hung loosely in places around his waist and armpits. It was only bronze single link mail, failry common for most of the poorer of those just starting out on a first adventure, he wore an evil looking racial sword more like a square tipped narrow cleaver than a normal pointed sword, but Royant's favored this ugly weapon for it's massive damage it could inflict. Royants in general were pretty crude and ugly themselves anyway, the only better feature about Geoffrey was his body and facial features leaned more to the physique of a Czarist which he was born half of. The majority of his body was likened to heroic proportions and had cut looking muscles when they showed, his demeanor though belied his propensity for being an arrogant jackass though, still this morning to Gerald he looked particularily threatening more than usual.

Gerald put a hand on Drevvien, thinking that Geoffery wanted to provoke his boyfriend into reacting so he could murder him, Sitrans in general were not liked by any other race, because of their history of being evil bastard slavers and war loving antagonists. "Its okay, I'll go with him", Gerald looked at the Royant/Czarist, his face was all hatred eventually he looked at Gerald still he did not move his pistol from Drevvien's stern face until Gerald was standing behind him. Gerald reached down and got his pants then put them on one leg at a time, keeping an eye on the stressed moment.

Geoffrey took a careful step back on his heel walker horse riding boots before he put his pistol away, "C'mon, slut follow me!" Drevvien looked like he was going to kill Geoffrey with his stare, his eyes narrowed and his mouth showing his sharp upper and lower reptilian teeth, clenched tight. Gerald walked behind Geoffrey down the little hill they were on to the bigger campfire where the Posse' had spent the night.

Geoffrey did not talk to Gerald at all, he just walked along Gerald kept pace but did not walk close. "Here he is, Sheriff;" Geoffrey hailed the bigger man his wings draped out behind him, black feathers with reddish black inner colors of the same ones, this made him huge, the fact that lying down in his leg armor over his clothes did not reduce his 9 foot frame and 380 pound body, Still he was lanky even for a giant, he was taking one of pistols out and using a worm screw to extract the load from yesterday he didn't fire. a small open jar of grease was nearby his powder wadding and the round ball shot he was going to reload each chamber with. He was still lying against his saddle on the ground on top of a couple sleeping blankets. The Sheriff was wearing his same clothes when Gerald had first met him, but had on only his leg armor over his pants.

Geoffrey commanded Gerald to sit down opposite the Sheriff, "Sit right down here, slut!"

Gerald started to sit down and looked up when the Sheriff spoke to Geoffrey, "Geoffrey that is the last time I want to hear your voice, from now on you just ride as an out-rider, you have no manners at all, and I am tired of you ordering my prisoners around like you are in charge, which you ain't".

Geoffrey scowled at the sheriff his hand close to his pistol, then thought better of it when several other people drew their pistols and one woman cocked her large circle lever action rifle with a resounding click-clack ka-chunk.

He simply pulled his hand away and walked off towards the saddles and the horses. He busied himself picking one up with a blanket and carrying over to a horse tied up on a line.

Gerald continued to sit on the ground.

The sheriff asked right away without a pause, "How come you five didn't make a run fer it, yesterday when ya all could have run off to yer comrades?"

"I was wondering when you were going to finally let me speak". Gerald began, "It might be because there are no 'other's, we just escaped from a Sitran slave ship with those two deserters!"

"Maybe. But where are yer clothes?" the Sheriff came back with a quick question, obviously this pantherine-bear with giant eagle's wings was not believing the first one.

"Well for one my clothes and Desmond's as well as Dammon's are back in the Drusimehr camp where we were originally captured and forced to become faggot sissies, two weeks ago". Gerald replied, telling the truth.

"Figures, that is the flaw in yer story, boy, you just said you were escaping the Sitran slave ship, and now yer saying you was forced into becoming faggot slut boys by Drusimehr"! The Sheriff countered.

"I was going to tell you why if you'd stop interrupting me", Gerald said getting a little angry at the Sheriff trying to make him come up with something he wanted Gerald to say.

"First we all left Torsa, my home after my parents tricked me into leaving home finally. Then after a few hours riding through the forset road to Tatha, we were attacked by eight Drusimehr, who ...um well," Gerald swallowed because he was embarrassed about the next part, "You know they shaved us clean of fur in my case, and hair coats in Desmond's and Dammon's case, then hung us all up naked upside down and beat us black and blue they pulled out my finger and toenails".

Gerald was less embarrassed but looked straight at a woman with a rifle in her hands, "Then the Drusimehr showed me his giant cock and told me what he was going to do and that it was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not, he told me he had just raped Dammon all the way up his insides into his guts and not washed it off even before he came over to me." "He ..." Gerald swallowed; a tear came down his cheek from his right eye. "He pulled all my teeth out one by one; I fell unconscious from all that agonizing pain".

Gerald looked down a second then continued slowly raising his head, "Then he put that awful tasting cock in my mouth on top of my sore holes where my teeth used to be, and told me I had to lick and suck it clean, it was awful! Then like he was being nice he asked to let him touch the back of my throat with that three inch in diameter huge cock, it tasted awful in my mouth and then he shoved it all in, all twenty-four inches down my throat into my stomach, I passed out while he came in my throat because I couldn't breathe."

Gerald saw the woman look away and turned and walked out of range of hearing him. The men were left around him they looked shocked by what he was saying, and had holstered their pistols. Gerald's voice cracked before he continued. "And then he slowly pushed his triple knotted monster into my virgin ass, and shoved himself all the way into my guts.He told me what was going to do before he did it, like that was nice or something, he raped me for three hours until he came deep inside me. And then he shoved his filthy cock coated in my own asshole and deep in my guts and dripping with his cum into my mouth and peed down my throat making me drink his foul piss!"

Gerald was getting irritated by having to talk about something pretty personal only recently brought out into the light, something he never wanted to ever thing about again because of the horrendously apalling ordeal, " The rest of them raped me the same way first in my mouth and my throat then deep in my asshole making my asshole gape open to the freezing wind afterwards. Then each one after they made me scream in agony and masochistic orgasm, they each peed down my throat, they were ruthless. I tried to think of anything else, but they were relentless, I , I was submitting after the first two hundred times, they each raped me forty-nine times all eight of them , they made me submit, it was so cold, it was so cold I had no fur to keep me warm all I had was getting raped again and ...."

Gerald was there again knowing there was more tortures and rapes to follow, he was unable to do anything, he was totally helpless, "Each time after they had their way with me, right after they emptied their bladders into my stomach, they kicked me in my helpless balls and crushed them in their double thumbed hands, then they said ' thank you'. Then the next one returned for his next one, on and on!" Gerald stopped, ashamed he was reliving what came next.

" I thought that at least it was warmer if I was being reamed that at least I could be warm from them warming my butt with their groins and bellies until they came again, that the hot cum would spill out of my huge gaping hole and it would warm my legs from the freezing wind".

He was humiliated by what he was saying the Sheriff was not looking at him he was loading his pistol with new loads per chamber. "They hauled us overland on their backs after raping us into submission, and then used magic on us to make us forget who we were, and it made us think we chose to become sissy girly boys and used evil alchemy to make us have breasts like a girl and our penises got tiny, and our testicles were like peanuts. They refused to touch us and we needed to get touched and used so bad, it was petrifying, that evil magic made us want them too, too ...!" Gerald was pulling his knees up and his arms wrapped around his shins.

"Then they sold us to the Sitrans; THEY put drugs into our skin that made us need to get used and want to be hurt in masochistic splendor, we forgot who we were and only got names when they branded it in our foot pads with an awful branding room," Gerald tried to find one of them on his stomach after opening his coat, he separated the fine hair as he saw a circle line of the 'tra' letter for Sitra, "Here, right here under my fur I have their brands on my skin."

He shut his eyes but the images were still distict in his mind's eye, open or closed it was like a play he could not look away from, "After they had hurt us bad to near death after they raped us in turn mercilessly the entire crew multiple times, except two, they gave us a drug that healed everything the Drusimehr had done to us. My fdur and teeth and nails came back all the awful scars of the beatings and the changes to my anatomy were gone, my long hair stayed the same but my lash marks and everything except the dugs in my skin and the brands on my body were healed!" Gerald buttoned his coat again since no one cared to look, only one man stood behind the Sheriff, A man who looked at him intensely he wore pistols that were different than anyone else, but Geraqld couldn't see why, just the fact that they lacked hammers and had some kind of squared off end instead, then Gerald continued. "All but the brainwashing, it was not until later that we discovered who we really were and also remembered everything they had done to us. We made a plan to escape but didn't know how to get off the ship until these two guys helped us escape".

Gerald was getting tired of having to go through something so hideous and painful that when it happened he couldn't do anything about it and then retell the whole frightening ordeal to a total stranger. The other men had walked away during the worst parts the of the ending, they were saddling their horses and talking amongst themselves, he could not hear what they were saying.

"And had you let me tell you what happened in the first place on that damn windswept beach when I tried to, then maybe you would have been able to catch the real bank robbers with your money who had gone invisible with a spell. "

Gerald was hot in anger now, "But you must be either stupid or like to think that five naked guys are your quarry, you stupid fucking, Idiot!" Gerald was pretty livid by now.

"You think I like telling this story to a total fucking stranger? Who the fuck do you think you are; you asshole, I hate what happened to me, I was helpless and had to endure it all, AND NOW YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, YOU ARE MAKING ME RELIVE THAT WHOLE FUCKING HORRIBLE ORDEAL ONCE AGAIN AFTER I HAVE TRIED MY BEST TO FORGET, AND NOT HAVE TO THINK ABOUT WHEN I WAS BOUND HAND AND PAW AND RAPED BY THE HUGEST COCKS. THOSE THINGS THAT WERE BIGGER THAN YOUR HORSES PLUS NOW HAVING TO TELL YOUR WHOLE FUCKING DAMNED POSSE' WHY I LIKE IT NOW ...YOU DICK!" Gerald was yelling the last part out but was not standing up.

His face was red though underneath his red fur, it could be seen a little past his thin white fur on his muzzle his eyes were steeeled and looked directly into the patherine-ursine, eagle winged Sheriff's soul. "I like my boyfriend to give me what I want and need, yes he is a Sitran but he loves me, asshole are you fucking happy now? " Gerald had tears in his eyes and was crying. "You son of a bitch I hate what happened to me, I hate it, but I love my boyfriend," Gerald just put his head down and cried there in front of the Sheriff.

"Unh-huh, yeah well maybe it did happen that way and probably it didn't you seem to be having a good old time with that Sitran who you say was raping you, and all." The Sheriff said.

"NO haven't you heard a word I've said I told you the truth, the Sitrans put drugs in our skin we don't have a choice anymore, we have to get fucked, it is an ADDICTION, yes we like it, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Gerald yelled with wrath at the Sheriff through his tears.

"Oh I understand all right you are a bunch of sissy boys trying to make me believe a load of horse shit about you being someone you ain't. I just wanted to hear it from your own mouth! Whose stupid now asshole. You and your faggot gang members are going to be in jail for a long time even if we never find the money, little sissy boy."

He got up and reached for his breast plate but dropped it again, "Ochtose would you saddle my horse, thank you girl" He turned back to Gerald and shoved him with his foot, "Git the hell out off my sight you little faggot, I'm done hearing your lies." he moved over back to his breastplate, "You all can run ahead of us; you got that, faggot boy?" You little faggots make any kind of move and my Posse' is gonna shoot you down and leave your bodies for the buzzards. Now start running I am tired of wasting time, I'm gonna make you run all the way back, faggot boy!"

He yelled up at the others in Gerald's group, Desmond, Dammon, Seng and his beloved, "All of you faggots, git ta running that a way and you are gonna run all day and all night!" He pointed which way and grabbed his breast plate and put in on and as he was buckling it on he yelled, "Mount up we are going back to town at a canter, or as fast as these faggots can run!"

He grabbed his arm pieces and the one with the Baane on it and slid it on, then the other one, another person brought him his horse, and he cinched up the saddle and tightened a couple straps, then mounted his horse.

Gerald was well out in front of the Posse' when the rest of his group could be seen coming at a run up behind him, the two Sitrans were slower than Dammon since their feet were not designed for running bare toed, Desmond put some distance and caught up to Gerald, "I told that stupid shithead the truth, but he doesn't believe me, he still thinks we are lying and are the bank robbers, I fucking told that asshole everything!"

Desmond said to Gerald, "Well we should ease up some Drevvien and Seng can't keep up, if they had Sitran boots it might be different, but their claw nails are straight across, not good for running bare toed"

Gerald looked back and his heart struck a pang. "Yeah, okay I don't want to hurt him, I love him". Gerald stopped and waited. Desmond slowed then stopped. Dammon came up next and then Gerald ran behind Drevvien, "They said they would kill us if we didn't keep running!"

Drevvien looked back, "They are evil, Gerald they don't care, now they want to run us to death, they are like Sitran officers, they don't care, they don't have to run they have horses".

"I told him the truth, but he didn't believe me, he said I was lying!" Gerald called up to Drevvien.

"Okay Gerald I understand, someday they will let their guard down and I will kill Geoffrey first then that asshole Sheriff, then that dickhead Jake, and anyone else that gets in my way, I can shoot a gun too!"

They ran all day and into the night before the Sheriff called a halt ...to spare the horses he'd said.

Jake came up after a while, "No fucking tonight? Eh faggots! I kin get some piss water from the horses if ya think ya's thirsty!" He laughed out loud at them, wheezing and lying down exhausted from their marathon. One of the other men came up and said to Jake, "Shut the fuck up, Jake! You're such a fucking asshole".

The man had a load of sticks and some branches in his arms, "Oh you believe that bullshit yarn that little faggot said" Jake laughed in his face. The man dropped his load of wood on Jake's feet, "Hey you son of a bitch what the fuck you think you're doin!" Jake said as his mood changed to anger and pain. The man drew both his pistols on Jake. "I think you are leaving now Jake, you go for your guns and I will shoot you down till you are dead forever, asshole! Go ahead draw you smartass coward!"

Jake scrambled up and walked away, he didn't say another word. The man watched him leave and when he was out of range put his pistols away Jake walked away a lot further than a .44 cap lock could accurately shoot, and his pistols were different from' Jakes, they had bolt actions on both of them. He gathered up the wood and came over just in front of the five still tired from running so long. And laid it down then made them a fire.

"Here I have some water you can have, take it", He dropped two canteens; and there's some jerky in that bag if you gentlemen are hungry too. And um, Cavix, I believe you; you have all the signs of a young man who is telling an awful but truthful story. I am a Knight of the Order of the Key and I am a member of the Guild of the Orb. My name is Vroroder". He walked a little ways back towards the Posse', "It is my right as a Key and as an appointed officer of this posse' and I will shoot down anyone that ignores your rights, including our stupid stubborn sheriff. Some of us will let you ride double tomorrow, you all have a good night ".

He walked into the night as they caught their breath finally, "I think you are good at making friends Gerald, you should join the Star", Desmond said as he wiggled out the stopper on one of the canteens, he took a drink then handed it to Gerald. Gerald nodded and handed the canteen to Drevvien.

Drevvien said. "Take a drink first Gerald, Jake is right about one thing I don't think I could fuck more than about ten seconds tonight!" Gerald took the canteen back and smiled, he took a long drink.

yes it was short, i know the next one will be longer with these five.