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Anthro Sex Squad Story 1 - Vibra's Story

By Killenor

Arc 1 - Origins

Chapter 10

The sawing had taken at least an hour, Wethers decided once the horrendous noise had stopped. One of the ultimate shames that could be visited upon a ram was the loss of his horns, the defining thing that let a sheep-man prove his dominance among others. Now he had none. Wynono himself had cut them from his head while he was tied and staked helpless.

Wethers felt light-headed in more was than one. Blood leaked from the stumps of his horns, pooling in the dirt where his face lay. Wynono had made a great ceremony of displaying the severed horns to the other black-clad rams, flaunting them before Wethers before swinging them into his ribs, causing the air to burst from his lungs.

"And thus has the mighty fallen!" Wynono gloated, "Never to be greater than even a child."

"Fffff.... go... go and off... yourself... whoreson," Wethers gasped in defiance. "Take my horns... I am still... greater."

"Oh no," Wynono said with a wicked smile, "Your horns are only the beginning. Tonight shall see you lose everything you ever cherished, everything you are, and everything you hope to gain. Then I shall take all that remains and lead it into the future. My future!"

"Not just a usurper, but a tyrant and a consort of evil ey?"

Wynono swung a severed horn into Wethers' nose.

"You have no idea," he whispered under his breath as the crowd around him cheered, "Prop him up! Let him see what is next!"

Wethers was forced up to his knees and a block was placed beneath him. He felt rough hands and the sharp blades of human-wrought knives roughly removing his clothing. Screams, the screams of ewes, greeted Wethers' ringing ears. His head was forced up and his watering eyes pulled open so that he might behold the horrors that Wynono was wont to wrought.

A ewe... he couldn't tell which one through the dust and tears... was dragged before Wynono. In one swift motion the bastard drew a knife and slashed through the night-shift she wore. Instinctively the poor ewe tried to cover herself, but with a black-clad holding each arm she could do little more than struggle. She screamed, she cried, but ultimately there was nothing to stop what was to come.

Wethers watched Wynono walk the denuded ewe close.

"Was she your favorite, fae-piss?" he said with haughty superiority dripping from his voice, "do you even remember her, ey? Can you remember wild nights of passion... or were you just doing your duty as chief? Do you even care what I will do next? You'll see it with all of your women before I'm through."

Wynono turned to his black-clothed horde. "Bring over the chud!"

He turned back to Wethers and gently wiped his rivals eyes. "You will want to watch this. In fact... I'm demanding that you do. Yvvanaah!"

Wethers' eyes were instantly cleared and clean, however he discovered to his horror that he no longer could close them. He was forced to look wherever his nemesis demanded he look, even if his muscles would normally not allow his eyes to move such a way, a feature the bastard tested to his satisfaction.

"Do you like it? The mysteries of torturos are mine to command. I will show you now my mastery of that rightly feared magick."

"Figures that a human-shit like you would choose the simplest of magicks to learn and use them for such a petty thing as your envy." Wethers sniped through his shattered face.

No response came, but Wethers knew there would not be one. Wynono would not be baited, but if he was to die, he would die leaving Wynono's victory as hollow as he could possibly make it.

The creature that was pulled before his eyes was hideous. Some sort of hybrid, as far as he could tell, deformed and disgusting. It had the horns of a ram and a few facial features, but the similarity ended there. It was hairless, lumpen, and gaunt, a walking bumpy skeleton with skin stretched over. From it's drooling mouth and drooping lips emerged splotchy yellow fangs giving it a frightening frown. Its eyes were the worst, red and soulless pinpricks hiding beneath a heavy brow-ridge and hollow cheeks. They never blinked and always seemed intensely set in a predatory expression.

The black-clad rams laughed as this chud was brought before the denuded ewe. With clear eyes and no choice to look away, Wethers recognized her as Ania, the wife of one of the lesser males. He had never lain beside her, rather his own non-traditional laws had allowed pairings among his people if the couples could demonstrate their love for each other. It was obvious Wynono had no idea of this, a chieftain traditionally having breeding rights over all the herd's females. Devisah, one of his guards, had labored for three days and nights for her and she had written a song for every member of the herd to prove her love to Wethers.

Ania wept and screamed out for her love. The unfamiliar name striking with confusions in the ears of Wynono. He rounded on the bound Wethers.

"What trickery is this? A ewe that you did not have? One who calls a name other than yours? Do you mean for me to believe that this ewe is innocent of your seed that I might spare her?"

"Ania and Devisah proved their love to me, a concept that escapes you no doubt. I'll not stick to traditions that hinders our people. If I was born of a peasant and a whore yet am able to win the chiefdom in the true and right way, I see no reason to force the ewes to choose only me when through love they could bring us a stronger breed than ever before."

Wynono turned to his band. "Bring me the head of every male here. If this is the truth then she shall identify the face of her lover."

Ania screamed out her lover's name and fought her captors for freedom. Holding her back the cruel rams laughed at her pain as the first of the heads was brought forth. Wethers recognized Eypa, Balda, and Frek, their eyes rolled up, jaws slack, and blood still draining from their severed necks. As more heads were set before the terrified ewe, Wethers wished that he, or anyone present, could simply look away and pretend it wasn't real. Knowing such a thing was impossible, he decided grimly to remember the faces of his fallen herd and carry them with him to the hereafter.

A shriek heralded the head of Devisah being added to the pile. In a surge of anguish and adrenaline she finally broke free of her captors, charging forward and seizing her lover's head. Screaming his name she held his face to hers and wept before being dragged back by her captors.

"Cuckoldry!" Wynono said with a piercing laugh. "Wethers you blind idiot! What a thing to have happen, a ewe out of control! You are more a pathetic wretch than I ever imagined!"

"She LOVED him you sadistic mad-ram! You are the blind one! Blind to love by your own selfishness and hate! There was strength there, something you shall never know, a power that transcends life and death. May you sit forever in your own sorrow and know only loneliness for this!"

"Sodomize your 'love'," Wynono screamed, "Rape your sentiments! I am the one who will decide things! A leader needs only his flock to follow!"

The enraged ram rounded on his people, strode to the tormented ewe, and slammed a kick directly into her gut. Devisah's head rolled from his lovers grasp, her hands clutching to her stomach instead. An instant saw Wynono draw his sword and chop down, severing Ania's neck and sending her head rolling beside that of her lost love.

Silence descended like heavy curtains and for a few moments Wynono was positively glowing. In a wash of boldness at his ever-building reserve of torturos he turned to his followers. A shrill bleating laugh cut the silence as surely as his blade had severed the ewe's neck.

"Any who defy me will meet the same fate! I am your chief and you WILL ALL obey me! Your lives are mine and mine alone."

The mad ram pulled so hard at the invisible strands binding his will to Wethers' eyes that he feared they might pop from his head.

"And you... you will watch as my creature violates every female you held dear. You will witness me personally destroying your line, one child at a time. And then, when I have taken everything from you and have broken your body entirely... only then will I let you beg me for your end. Scream enough for me and I might consider it."

Wynono ran to the gaggle of ewes and grabbed one, jerking her poor arm terribly. He practically dragged her right up to his monster before grabbing her weeping face roughly and forcing her muzzle to his.

"If your lover is not my rival, then he is dead." he grated through his teeth, "Either way, you will know violations that only a whore can know."

The ewe was thrown to the ground and quickly leapt upon by the monstrous ram-thing. The creature's insane eyes locked on those of his master, awaiting only a command before he ravished his victim.

"Fuck her senseless," Wynono said dispassionately, practically spitting the human colloquialism at his beast, "Then get ready to ravage every other ewe. The rest of you... bring forth his children."