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Thur grunted as the whip stuck his back to lightly to break skin, but with enough force to light his nerves on fire with pain.  A week ago he had been on a merchant ship with his father, sailing from the the family's clan hold in the north to one of the great trade ports in the south when a Shur ship had taken their ship by force of arms.  His father had resisted, but there lightly armed cog, was no Nu'bin war galleon and had only carried heavy swivel mounts to drive common pirate scum off.  The Shur war galley's bomards may have been crude and out of date but they had been loaded with musket balls fired at close range.  His father and half the crew had been killed or wounded.Thur's eyes teared at the memory.  His father had seen what was coming and rather than throwing himself to the deck, he had pushed Thur down.  He had seen out of the corner of his eye his powerfully built father seem to explode into gore from the waist up as he disintegrated in the storm of musket balls.  At thirteen Thur was counted as almost a stallion, but shock and loss had reduced him to incoherent tears.  It had made the Shur's work easy when it came to capturing him.Now he was here, a new slave being brought to market, and a slow deep anger had replaced his grief at the loss of a father who had meant everything to him.  Chained hand and foot and striped to a loin cloth only, but he had managed to work the links of his leg chains to the breaking point over the last few days.  He might not yet have reached his full size and strength that would one day be his but he was still far more powerfully built than most Nur.When the came insight of the front gates he struck, with a powerful jerk he snapped the leg chains.   With a quick twist he clasped his hands and brought the chains binding him at the wrists around with all the power his rage and strength could summon and struck the Shur across the muzzle and face with enough force that he saw teeth and bone fly away in the fan of blood that sprayed.He turned and sprinted for the front gate.  No Nur was slow on his cloven hooves compared to other races, but he was built for strength and power and not speed.  I  a few strides the Shur guards all around the yard and hissed there feline rage.  A whip snapped out from one side and he flinched out of sheer reflex loosing his footing.Thur rolled desperately and tried to regain his footing with delay but before he had finished getting to his feet he was surrounded.  The guards eschewed their whips and pulled out light clubs, he had only a moment to feel anguish of seeing freedom so close before failing before he was beaten into a bloody senseless heap.    *****Groaning softly he woke slowly.  His eyes felt swollen and his mouth had a taste of blood to it from what he thought was a split lip.  A breeze in his nether regions suggested that he was naked and Thur lifted his head from his chest.  Looking about her saw

that he was upright and tied to some kind of cross.  He was in a room with stone walls lit only by torches.  If there were any windows he couldn't see them.  He strained his muscles to the limit but he was bound wrist, ankle, elbow and knee to the cross.  The frame seemed to be made of cast iron and dint so much as budge from his efforts.  Exhausted and in pain from the beating, he finally hung limply, his now grungy black hide streaked with sweat.  He had no idea how long he hung there before someone came.*****A door banging open woke him and the Shur who came in was white with black tiger strips.  Powerfully built as he was or more, he was naked from the waist up, and wore only black cotton pantaloons.  "Well well awake I see."Thur felt a burning thirst and found his lips cracked when he spoke, "Water, oh God give me some water!"  He had meant it as a demand but it came out in a mumbling whisper.The Shur gave a rumbling purr of pleasure, "Thirsty are you?  Walking over to a table he picked up a pitcher and brought it over, "Then by all means drink."Thru drank deeply with the need of someone far to long with out water.  His thirst so great that it wasn't until the pitcher was taken away that he noticed a slight bitter taste to the water.  One ear twisted back in enquiry; tugging at the bruises in his scalp.Another rumbling purr came from the Shur.  "Notice the taste did you?  There was enough Alphafine in that water to put a dried up dead stick into rut ten times over.  A young stallion like you, well it should be entertaining, if not as maddening as what that idiot Frast will suffer though for the rest of his life with his lower jaw all but torn away by your little trick with your chains.  But its a start."Thur mumbled, "Alphafine?" in confusion."Never heard of it have you?", the Shur replied.  "Well thats not the surprise it could be.  You northern types are such sticks in the mud about these things.  It is an aphrodisiac, in smaller doses it lowers inhibitions, in larger doses it can reduce anything to a rutting animal.  If your very good we might let you rut with a pony someday.Thur would have spit on the Shur if not for how dry his mouth still felt.  He could already feel the drug doing something and he felt awkward and weird.  Strangely that he was nude became important to him, yet he couldn't do anything about it.  "The only animal here is you and your kind!  How in God's name can you justify your selves?"The Shur only purred in response as he strode out, "Ill be back in an hour or two when the worst of it has worn off and then we will see who behaves like an animal."  The door shut behind the Shur and there was the clack of a lock being thrown.Thur whuffed in embarrassment, his ears tilting, as he realized that as the Shur had left his cock tip had slipped from the opening of his sheath and he had all ready been half hard.  It's black length

hardened as it spilled forth until it was an ebony pillar of stallion hood.  He wanted very badly he found to rub it against something.  He was not perhaps the most proper young stallion and had run with dock side colts and pups when he was younger.  As such he wasn't as innocent as some northerner youngsters and new how to masturbate.  He wanted to now, more than he had ever wanted to before.  Then it became an all consuming need that had him flexing his back trying to rub his cock against his own belly fur but the cross he was bound to kept hi  from shifting enough.It went from simply being erect to turgid and painful, and he whinnied and bleated softly panting as he desperately sought some form of relief from the all consuming need.  Clear beads of precum dripped from his erection as strained.  Thought gave out to instinct and instinct drove him to the absolute physical limits trying to rut with something anything to relieve his need.*****Hours later he panted weekly still aflame with need to thrust, but to week and exhausted to so much as twitch when the Shur came back in.  This time the Shur locked the door behind him as he did.  "Well your cries were quite entertaining.  I don't think even a stallion in a pen net to mare in heat has ever been so vocal in his desire to mate.  Looks like you still desire a mate at that."  He stated as he came over.  With the falmilarity of a owner handling one of his animals he ran finger tips along the length of Thur's cock.Even as Thur's ears went back in rage and shame clamped along his skull, his hips gave an involuntary twitch, a feeble attempt at a thrust.  Preseed sprayed as he squeal in mingled protest and desperate need for release.  The Shur purred his amusment as he took his hand away; without thinking Thur gave an angry squeal of protest.The Shur's purr only grew loader as he moved behind the young stallion, a rustle of cloth and then Thur saw the Shur's pantaloons tossed to the table.  I his confused drug haze he din't realize what the Shur was up to even he felt his tail pulled aside.  "Well if your want to mate so bad I suppose I can oblige you!" he whispered into Thur's ear.Thur grunted a question, moments before it felt like a pole covered in sand paper was shoved into his anus hard.  Pain and rage mingled in the bleating cry the came from his lips as he was violated.  "My your a vocal little mare, a good thing I think," the Shurion said as he began a slow almost lover like thrusting; dragging his spiked cock in and out of Thur's ass in a parody of sensual love making.   Thur's cries lot the tone of rage in sheer pain.  To his shame the agonizing thrusts seemed to tease some part of him in way that mixed pleasure into the pain.  The thrusts picked up speed slowly, and Thur's cries became whimpers and gasps.  The pain was agonizing and the Shur was hilting with a wet noise after a time.  Yet under the pain was pleasure

and Thur mind skittered madly as his erection's glans swelled and preseed, drooled from his tip.  Thur tried to shut it all out but the pain kept him to aware and focused.  As his belly clenched and he fought to hold back the building orgasm he found he had to fight to keep from bucking to meet the Shur's thrusts.The Shur's thrusts were gaining speed and eagerness as a clawed hand came around and drew shape tipped claws firmly enough across Thur's chest to leave blood oozing.  "Ah I think the my mare's going to come for me.  Show me how much you like being fucked my mare!  Cum for me!"  The Shurion demanded.Thur cried out in agonized shame and desperately needed release as the pain in his anus peeked with his pleasure and white ropes of seed spurted into the air from his flared cock.  His shame splattered to the floor in heavy droplets and he whimpered softly shock in what he had done as the Shur pulled finally from his ass.   Thur groaned relief believing it was over but then the Shur did something and the cross tilted forward until he was parallel to the floor.  Thur wimpered softly, "No more, please God no more, I beg you anything but just no more of this!"The Shur laughed a full belly laugh, and answered, "Your god ins't going to save you my mare.  Your soiled goods.  A filly who bedded a man before wedlock.  Don't your priests teach that?  And in time you will lift your tail and beg for a cock in you my mare.  So practice your begging you will in time need to beg for what you claim you dont want now!"The Shur laugh died to a rumbling purr as he pulled some kind of animal halter off of a hook and brought it over to Thur.  With a practiced motion the halter was put onto Thur's head and so e kind of object was forced into his mouth.  Thur tried to keep his jaws locked shut but exhaustion and pressure o  the inside of his jaw had his moth open before the fight had really begun.  "Now," the Shur said with a smile, "It's time for your to clean up the mess you made and finished off what you started."Thur blinked at the Shurion without comprehension at first and then in horror as he brought his blood and shit streaked cock up near Thur's mouth.  It was about that time that Thur noticed that the thing shoved into his mouth had been a ring to lock his haws open while still allowing access to his mouth.  He could only whimper an incoherent protest as the Shurion thrust his filthy cock into Thur's mouth.Thur thrashed weekly as much as his bindings would allow as the bitter taste of his own excretions and blood invaded his mouth.  The barbs rasped and tore at his sensitive tongue and cheeks.  He tried to force the cock out of his mouth with his tongue but was only awarded with a praising statement of, "Ah so eager my mare for my gift?" A groaning purr came from the Shur as he added, "Ah here you are then!"Thur gaged as suddenly something flooded his mouth.  Another foul flavor in a noxious

mix at first he thought the Shur was pissing in his mouth.  Then suddenly he his mind made the connection and Thur gagged even harder as he realized that the as Shur was pumping his seed into Thur's muzzle.  But as he tried to force it all out, the Shurion clamped his hands around his lips and nostrils choking off his breath."Sowllow it mare!  Be a good girl and it will all be over soon!", he was commanded.Thur grunted and thrashed his head but the Shur had a firm grip on him.  Star's started to form in his vision as he tried to draw a  breath.  His thrashing became less resistance to swallowing than a fight to draw a breath. finely as things were going grey his thought convulsed in a swallow as instincts worked trying to clear the obstruction to his lungs.Thur found suddenly as he swallowed that he good breath again and drew in a raged breath.  Holding to consciousness more from the burning pain in his abused anus then from anything else he was vaguely aware when the halter was removed.  He remembered only some of what was said a phrase repeated over and over into his ear as his head was stroked as if he was a treasured pet.  "Such a good filly you make.  Yes you will do well in my hands as time goes by.******It seemed like for ever before Thur saw the outside of that cell.  In it though he entertained his master many times and then his cronies until in time as promised he simpered and begged to be mounted.  Until it seemed he felt no shame at being mounted and would indeed lift his tail for any male Shurion who entered his presence nude or disrobed in his sight.  Until in fact Thur thought of himself as a mare who's soul purpose was to pleaser any male brought to her.The final test was when he was brought out in public and offered a rampant drugged pony stallion.  There in front of the crowds on a public causeway he presented to the pony that he had been promised he would be given to if good and as the pony breed him his seed spilled to the ground just as the stallions did.  But there were some in the crowd who claimed the the lords prize had the glint of madness in his eyes.I  truth had they known it was more than a glint, Thur's mind had shattered unable to cope.  The Thur son of Shalden the Merchant of the White Hills was lost somewhere deep in the depth of a fantasy dream where he sailed the seas with his father.  The Thur who emerged from that hell hole was a simpering whipped thing that sought to please any male in her presence thought sex.   But there was a third Thur now and it was a mad dog,  a thing that had given up any semblance of civilized behavior.   It lived for only for violence and revenge.  And it lived in the shadows of Thur's mind waiting its chance.The better part of a year after he had been taken a slave his master having grown board with the broken thing he owned, he sold his creation to a young lord who had similar sexual preferences to his own.  It

was after his first week in that young lord's house hold that the third version of Thur took control for a time.  When the bodies were found the authorities took it to have been an attack by a rabid animal the bodies were so mangled and torn.The old Thur, more or less, took control when there was nothing left living about and found himself surrounded by the bodies of what looked to minor Shurion nobles, he took what he could carry and fled.  He couldn't remember what had happened in that year and somehow knew he didn't want to.  But the other two parts of his mind were still there and sometimes he would loose time only to find out that he had done things he had no memory of.Thur didn't do so well when asked about his past or going home.  The one time someone called his name that he had know before he hadn't been able to explain the panic that had overcome him as he fled into the crowd.  He knew two things though about that time he couldn't remember.  It had left him with a burning hatred of all Shurions be they Imperial or not and that whatever had happened had shattered his faith in God.  He never again called in the deity he had grown up to.  Not in prayer, not to take his name in vain, not ever to invoke his name seeking aid.  He didn't understand what had happened to his deep seated faith.  Only that it was gone, though from time to time he found tears running down his face and a need to ask why he didn't understand.   Thur son of Shalden the Merchant of the White Hills was gone.  What remained was a stallion who was hard vaguely bitter and oblivious to all things sexual.  In time he would find himself a place on an odd pirate ship that hunted Shurion slave ships, that was run less like a pirate and more like a military vessel.