Silent Screams: The Remarking.
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Silent Screams:
The Remarking.
The dazed and confused captives are brought into the center of the village and a trumpet is sounded for all to gather. Bucks and doe of all size and shape gather around the fox and mute doe. There are whispers all around remarking on the fox and the now tainted doe. Finally the chief makes his appearance and sneers down upon the two.
"Are you happy now Shandi?" he kicks some dust into the fox's face "This..THING has marked you as his own. You should be ashamed of yourself."
The fox whimpers and cowers before the mighty buck. "p..please sir....s.she...presented herself to me..and." His voice was cut short as he was kicked in the ribs and cried out like a girl at the site of a spider.
"Shut your mouth. My daughter did no such thing. You invaded her innocence and took her as your own." At this the doe sat up and began to plead with her father with her eyes. He saw this and flew into a rage. "We must REMARK her. And Sacrifice him to the fertility gods so she may bare strong children once again." her face seemed to flush of all color under her fur. "Take him to the racks."
Two strong bucks grabbed the wounded fox's arms and dragged him to a crude wooden structure and tied him to it with his arms and legs spread wide. The fox, still partially dazed from the kick, tries to fight back, but is too weak to escape their strong grip. The Chief walks up to the bound fox and whispers in his ear so only he can hear "you have tainted my blood line. And now you shall see how tainted blood feels like coursing threw your veins." at this he pulled away and raised one hoofed hand. The tribe cheered and began chanting their prayer for the gods. The Chief dropped his hand to his side and upholstered surprisingly sharp stone knife. He takes the fox's neck in his other hand and finds an artery. He raises the knife tip to the fox's neck and presses in. Thick red liquid gushed out and down the front of the fox's pelt as he reached into his canvas pouch on his side. He pulled some Fire weed grass and presses it to the fox's open wound and smiles as the fox began to writhe in agony. The grass sent a feeling of fire ants eating him from the inside out. His heart begins to pound in his throat. The fox's eyes turn completely red and his whole body arches, giving one last feral attempt to escape, than goes limp. She looks away as she begins to cry. She felt something deep down in her for him...maybe even love. Her father kicked across the blood stained pelt to se if there was any life left in the fox, nothing moved or recoiled from the abuse.
"Now. It's your turn, Shandi." he pointed to her and her brothers grabbed her arms keeping her still. "Undress her. The whole tribe needs to watch this..." as he commanded her loin cloth was torn from her hips. And she was standing there in her naked glory. Her slit still oozed with the fox's seed. Her father snorted at her. "Jasia, fetch some water to clean her out. Than I can begin remarking her as mine."
A sleek female doe about the age of 15 nodded and snatches a canvas sac as she makes it to the stream. She scoops the sac full of ice cold clear water from the stream and clops back as fast as she possibly can. She kneels at the captive doe's knees and looks up into her eyes. Shandi's eyes fill with tears as she looks down and tries to plead with the youth. Jasia brakes the stair and now feels ashamed for doing what she was told, but she has to...the Chief told her to. She raised her hoofed paw to Shandi's slit and spreads it than raises the bag to it and gushes the icy liquid into her. Shandi's legs gave away under her and her brothers have to support her. The younger doe repeats the process until there is no more water. Shandi shivers as her nether regions feel like they have been iced. Her father moves up to her and pats the young doe in the top of her head. "Good girl. Now go sit with your mother." the doe nods and returns to her mother's side.
"Now the remarking shall begin." Shandi's father moves face to face with her. "You have tainted our bloodline and now...I shall return you to your proper path as this tribe's princess." he reaches down to her numbed sex and spreads her wide. She breathed as if she could feel it. Her father smiled. "Now tell me when it hurts." She looked up quickly into his eyes and gives a cold glare. He moves his loin cloth to expose his fully erect 11 inch cervine cock and touches it to her slit. He has more girth than anyone in the village and was proud of it. His 3 inch girth pressed to her slit and he grunted "hold her tight. She will try to escape if you don't." His boys nodded and tightened their grip on her arms. She gave a mute cry for mercy, but it was too late. Her father thrusted deep into her. If she weren't mute her screams would be audible across the plains and clear up into the mountains. Tears streamed from her eyes as well as blood from her torn passage. Her father grunted once more and thrusted in sinking 8 inches of his thick meat into his daughter's flesh. He smiled ah her misfortune to have been taken by the fox, but was smiling because no other female in the village, save his wife, would allow him to take her. He thrusted again and hilted himself in her. She trembled and became lightheaded as the blood left her body. Her older brothers watched as they had only see their father do that in their mother in her heats. Shandi's eyes drifted threw the crowd and slowly settled on her youngest brother. He was crying along with her as he wished her father would leave her be and let her pain of the loss of her love pass. Her brother was very in tuned with her feelings and was her best friend threw all her troubles. Her father's sighs brought her back to her harsh reality as he pulls out quickly and stabbed deep into her again making a slapping sound as he pumped deep into her and pulls out. He begins to pace himself so he could give her more pain then pleasure, and he did just that. She wept uncontrollably as he stood with her on his meat and held her on it.
"Hold her tight. I'm about to finish this" her father instructed. He began thrusting in a maddening pace. The sickening sound of slapping fur and squirting juices fill the air as some in the tribe couldn't bare to watch. He hilted himself in her one last time and grunted hunching over. She gave a silent moan as her womb was filled with gush after gush of her father's semen. He pulled out of her milking his cock as he did as to mark her completely. He than nodded to his sons to release her. They releases her arms and she fell into the dust. She laid there weeping as her father and the rest of the tribe dispersed from her. She curled into a ball and wished she had died until a soft hand touched her cheek. She jumped and wiped her eyes to see what was touching her. A small buck, her youngest brother, whom was still weeping was caressing her cheek trying to calm his shattered sister.
"Shandi......please...let me..carry you back to the hut....you need to rest..."he sniffled and she nodded ever so faintly and tried to stand to make it easier for him. He struggled listing his sister as he was only 16 and wasn't as built as the other bucks in the family. He slowly climbed the hill leading to their hut and the sun began to set. As it disappeared behind the horizon he was making it into the hut...where another round of torture awaited her...but was unknown to either of them.
............continue?