Crimes against humanity
June 18. 1999
Edited February 25. 2001
Edited August 13, 2004
Crimes against humanity.
Part one.
By Pontanius
Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning!
The following text contains scenes of extremely sadistic acts, graphic violence, and nonconsensual sex.
I will ask that you read this at your own discretion.
Besides from this warning you should observe the laws on these matters for the country that you live in.
In most countries, including the United States of America, you have to be at least 18 to read this.
Author's note!
This story is not meant as the run-of-the-mill furrotic story.
It is, however, meant as a reminder of the cruelty of past, present, and future days.
I did not enjoy writing this story, but it was a story that 'demanded' to be written!
As I now lay the final work on this text, I would ask of you, the reader, that when you read this story, you will contemplate it's content, and perhaps help to build a better world for us all.....
Further note from Author, August 13, 2004:
I very much contemplated posting this story. I am not happy with how it is but I am at present not able to edit it to my own satisfaction.
But since the story already has been circulating on the Internet in 2001 and for all I know is still circulating, I decided to post it where I had control of it.
This also means that I haven't edited my previous author's note. I know it's corny, but it's a nice reminder to myself of how the world has changed me in these last 3 years.
So.. A fair warning, the following story isn't what it could have been.
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It was a quiet night.
The trees were moving slightly in the early summer's breeze, and the cuckoo could be heard singing the last round of its evening song.
A sound from the undergrowth makes the forest grow silent, until a panting figure crashes through the bushes, scaring the sleeping birds of the clearing away on quick wings.
The figure runs and stumbles across the clearing, but is tripped by a fallen branch or old rock, and falls head first to the ground with a desperate cry of surprise.
The forest grows silent yet again, as the only audible sound is the sobbing of the young female. 'Why?' she thinks, 'Why is this happening to me? How did this happen to me?' and as she forces herself up, and runs further into the woods, her mind wanders back to the beginning of this fateful evening.
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It all started when the caravan that she and her family had been traveling with had set up camp in the outskirts of this forest. They had been preparing the evening meal when another caravan had approached.
Kenjan, their leader, had approached the strangers and invited them to share their evening meal. The strangers, mostly males, and all humans, had accepted and they had shared the evening in friendship. Both parties had been very curious about the other, and a lot of questions, and answers, had been shared over the campfires.
A blanket of friendship had surrounded the whole evening, so the gruesome turn of events had come as a shock for herself, her friends, and her family in the caravan.
She was sitting at one of the fires, talking to a charming young human of about her own age, when there had suddenly been a cry for help coming from the outskirts of the camp.
Within seconds, a large gathering of both parties had collected around a middle aged human and a young vixen. The young vixen, her dress torn, had been the one crying for help, and was still trying to free herself from the grasp of the much larger, and half-naked, human.
It was as though time stood still, until it all exploded in violence. An adolescent wolf snarled, and then jumped at the human, but another human that jumped in front of him intercepted him.
The wolf made a low growl before slowly falling to the ground, a knife protruding from his shirt, the flow of blood hastily coloring the white fabric dark in the dim light. The human, the one she had conversed peacefully with a few moments ago, stood above the fallen wolf, that she suddenly and very painfully recognized as her brother.
There was a painful silence as he looked, first at her, his eyes strangely changed, then at the rest of the gathered crowd, before yelling: "LET'S TAKE THEIR HIDES!"
The whole camp changed into a battleground in a matter of seconds, and she used the confusion to hide underneath one of the wagons.
But in the end, the humans, with their apparent battle experience, and their knives and swords, which no one had been suspicious of, was victorious, and began their evil march through the camp, pillaging, killing, and raping her people.
From her hiding place, she was forced to watch as one of her friends, a young deer, no more than twelve or thirteen summers, were raped by several humans, just a few yards away, before being skinned alive by her tormentors.
She got sick and threw up when she realized that the humans weren't going to kill their...prey, but leave her to a slow and lingering death, and after recovering, she slowly crawled over to the still form of her friend, only to find that not only was she breathing, but she was also conscious.
She tried her best to comfort her friend, while she slowly drew her hunting knife from her belt, and slit her throat. It was the only merciful thing she could think of, and she stayed with her until she was certain of her death...But by then it was to late.
One of the humans had discovered her, and was now sneaking up on her, his mind already clouded by the thoughts of her warm furry body underneath him, and he therefore failed to notice the knife that she was still clutching in her bloody hands.
Once behind her he stood up straight and talked, "So, you thought you could escape me!"
She turned around and looked at his naked and slightly bloody form, but only for a second, before, with a scream of rage and despair, plunging her knife into his groin.
He looked down at her hand for several seconds in utter disbelief, as his blood ran down her arm in a thick river, draining his life away, before dropping his own knife and falling to the ground, screaming in agony.
She looked at his writhing form and picked up his knife, intent on showing him the mercy that he wouldn't show her, but as she raised the knife for the killing blow, she could hear others approaching, and her fear drove her away into the night.
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And now she is running. She doesn't know where she is running, she just wants to get away from these terrible creatures that has slain her entire life, leaving her with a broken corpse as her most vivid memory.
She stops for a moment, to catch her breath, and to listen for her pursuers.
The forest is silent. Has she evaded them? Have they given up their pursuit? Is she safe now? She sighs in relief, her breathing slowly turning into sobs, as she let herself fall to the ground, hugging her knees, and crying for all that she has lost.
So occupied is she that she doesn't notice the shadowy figures emerging from the trees, and it isn't until the odor of dried blood grabs at her senses, that she notice the humans surrounding her.
She cries in despair, as the humans grab her and hold her to the forest floor, cursing them and begging for her life at the same time. The young male, the one she had been talking to earlier, walks into her view and kneel down between her legs. "Did you really think we would forget a pretty one like you?" His eyes are alien with a strange hunger.
"Please don't! I haven't done anything to you or your people...none of us had!" She is now getting more desperate, as she can feel his hand on her abdomen.
Then, in one quick movement, the human tear the cloth of her dress to shreds, revealing her body to them, and as their greedy eyes feasts on her body, his hand slowly cares her side, carefully stroking every rib on the way down, then reversing, and moving back up to her chest, cubing one breast in his hand, gently caressing it.
She continues her futile struggle to escape their grasps, while her panicked mind registers that this had been what she had wanted back at the campfire. But now, what could have been pleasurable has turned into a nightmare for her, and she intensifies her struggles while still pleading for her life and freedom.
After sating his hunger for the feel of her breasts, the human moves his hand to her loincloth, and quickly rips it from her body.
This, however, gives her a new burst of strength, born from her panic, and she breaks free.
The humans, surprised by her sudden strength, is temporarily stunned, and she manages to kick one of them in the face, ripping his cheek open, while her hand digs into the arm of another of her assailants.
Her newfound freedom is, however, not meant to last, as the young human crudely slams her to the ground with his entire weight, momentarily knocking the air from her lungs.
When she regains her breath, she finds that he has her pinned, and that he is holding his knife to her throat, the cold iron eager to cut her flesh.
"If you do that again, I'm gonna cut ya!"
She registers his words and goes perfectly still, breathing silently like her father had taught her for when hunting.
"That's better!" He begins to move slowly around on top of her, until satisfied with his position, before driving violently into her, continuing until their hips meet. After staying there for a few seconds, obviously enjoying the sensation, he begins to thrust into her, starting slowly, but quickly picking up speed until he is panting heavily and pistoning into her.
Afraid of being cut, she dares not move or cry out against the pain he is causing her, and she lies still below him, whimpering so silently that only she can hear it. He seems to continue for hours before finally giving of a moaning bestial sound, as she fell his seemen enter her, and, as he dismounts her, she begins to cry.
"Hey look! The slut liked it so much that she's crying for more..."
"Oh, I'd hate to disappoint her!"
She fells another pair of hands grip her around the waist, and she is turned around and positioned on her hands and knees.
"Hell, I also want a virgin!" She doesn't realize what the human is talking about before she fells his cock at her anus, followed by a sharp pain as he drive into her. This pain is more sudden and stronger than what the first human had caused her, and she finally cries out her pain, whimpering as he continues to drive deep into her.
"Look at the way she takes it!" The humans are laughing at her. At what THEY are doing to her.
The second human finish fucking her, and as he moves away she can feel something wet slowly trailing down the fur on her legs.
"Let me have a go at her." Another pair of hands grabs at her hips, pushing her tail aside, and she fells another manhood entering her.
This one is surprisingly gentle, if there could be such a thing as a gentle raping, and she suddenly finds herself beginning to enjoy this torture. But, upon discovering this sad fact, she easily goes numb again at the thought of what they had done, what they are doing, and what they will do, and she returns to this strange stage of emptiness just in time to notice the other humans talking to each other.
"You don't have the courage!"
"I do to!"
"She's gonna bite you..."
"No way! I can handle that bitch..."
"You couldn't even get an overpaid whore to do that to you!"
"Oh yeah!"
Someone approaches her from the side and kneels down in front of her, and her nostrils are suddenly assaulted by the stench of the man's unwashed genitals.
"You be a good bitch and lick me, or I'll rip your goddamn ear off!" He grabs hold of one of her ears and yanks it, making her yelp in pain. He yanks her ear again, "Do it!!!"
She begins to lick his enlarged sex, but has to stop very soon. The taste of him makes her sick and she must stop in order to fight the nausea, but the human is very displeased with her and, gripping hold of her muzzle, forces her jaws open and forces his erection into her throat.
She tries to please him in fear of what he would do, but in the end her need for air, and the terrible taste of him make her honor her wolven heritage as she bites down on him, meeting little resistance, and her mouth quickly fills with the sweet taste of blood.
The human rolls around the forest floor crying out in pain, and the human fucking her quickly backs away from her.
One of the other humans approaches her with a knife. "Now you die bitch!"
But as she gets to her feet and prepares to meet death, the young human moves between them.
"You're not going to touch her!"
"But...but she bit his dick off!"
"We had warned him...And she could be of more use to us alive. I'm going to take her back as my whore. She'll be good when winter comes."
"You're crazy!!! She'll kill you at the first chance!"
The young human strikes the other to the forest floor, "Don't you think I can handle one little bitch?" But as he is about to advance on the sprawling figure in front of him, his back is suddenly sprayed by something warm and wet.
Turning around and looking at the young wolf, he first notices her clawed hands, cowered in blood. He then notices her neck, blood gushing from the two deep wounds that she herself has inflicted.
She looks at them. As the strength slowly ebbs from her she looks at their puzzled faces. She looks at the face of the young human that so wants her, and she can read the question in his eyes.
'Why?'
She looks at him and feels sorry for him. Sorry that it's to late to teach him.
To make him understand. 'Why?'
How could he ever understand that she would rather die free than serve him for the rest of her life?
To die when he tired of her.
Now she dies by her own hand.
Not his.
As the ground suddenly races up to meet her, she takes comfort in the thought that her family and friends are waiting for her.
She will soon see them again.
Somebody turns her over, and she looks into the eyes of the young human.
He's saying something to her.
Holding something to her neck.
But she knows that it's to late.
She pities him and feels sorry for him.
They could have been friends.
They could have been lovers, or perhaps even mates.
But they became enemies at his hands.
His choice.
His crime.
Enemies.
Friends.
Family.
Freedom.
Peace!
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This is it...I have finally finished this story, and I hope that this will make it leave me alone.
Once again I will ask you to stop and think of the words that you have just read.
Comments, suggestions, criticism (any!), and general 'howdies' can be mailed to me at:
Lastly I'd like to add, that there will be a part two, but I can't promise a release date for it...
Author's note, August 13, 2004:
At the time, I had a part two haunting me as well. I just never got around to writing it, and it has since left me alone. Much to my relief.
So if you're waiting for part two, you could be in for a looooong wait.
Furthermore, I would like to add that, while I am grateful for feedback, I will not always have the time to respond to it.
If you should happen not to hear from me in return to your feedback, I ask that you forgive me.
Crimes against humanity part one is copyright Pontanius.