Karkady Tea Cup one

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A new story line. Yay. more pain and drama and all that.

And, they speak French....if there is any mistakes in it....I'm sorry. I have yet to learn French....I used google.

Jonestown, and characters are mine


"...And as everything fades to black." "...And as the jackals laugh in the aftermath." "I'm not yours, anymore."

The town was mostly silent, save for the few families that were out and about, braving the falling snow and the crowds to pick up the last few things that they needed for the holidays. Christmas was tomorrow, it was a happy time for families, a time for them to get together, to eat, drink, give gifts and things like that, though for some people in the town that wasn't the story. The older jackal girl sat in the booth, looking out the window, watching the snow falling outside, the people passing, lost in her thoughts. The dark furred anubian jackal's thoughts bounced around from subject to subject, never really staying on one for long, but the one that kept coming back was the thought of going home, and the fear that it brought. She pushed her sandy colored hair of her face as she glanced down at the little bundle of white fluff that was snuggled up to her, sleeping. Her and her sister looked alike down to the T, the only difference, fur color. "How long have they been here?" The worker asked, looking over to his coworker, then glancing back at to the girl's sitting in the corner of the cafe. "They were here when I got here." The other worker said looking at them. "They come here all the time." "Do you think they are homeless or something?" He asked leaning on the counter. Him, the two sisters and his coworker were the only people in the 'Coal Pot Cafe'. Most of the people that had come in, had come in, got coffee or whatever they wanted and went back out to finish up their errands. "I don't think so. They look well fed and taken care of." She said shrugging. "What should we do?" "I have no clue." The male said shrugging. "Maybe you should go talk to them or something." "Why does it have to be me?" She asked, shooting him a glance before rolling her eyes. "I don't know, cause you're good with kids or some shit." He said shrugging as she gave him a nudge as she walked past him and into the kitchen, coming out a few moments later, a tray with three cups on it. "Pardon me girls." She said sitting down in the seat next to them. "I brought you two some hot chocolate. "Ye... Yes?" The older Jackal asked, looking away from the window, her eyes meeting the eyes of the cat girl. "Reves toi." She whispered to her sleep sister. "These are for you." She said offering her the cups, the older sister looking into them, eyeing it a little suspiciously. The younger sister sitting up and rubbing her eyes, and yawning. "Thank you." She said taking the cup, taking in the scent of the hot cocoa coming from the cup, before sipping at it, her little sister looking up to her sister, before taking the cup offered to her and sipping at it. "So, what are you girls' names?" The cat girl worker asked, picking up her cup and sipping slowly. "My... My name is Sanura, and my sister's name is Masika" Sanura said smiling softly. "My, what pretty names." She said smiling, "my name is Carry." The cat girl said smiling. "Your names sound, one of kind, something from a foreign land." "They are, and most people call us by our nicknames. I'm Kitten, and she's called Rain." She said, slowly starting to open up, her sister staying quiet, just looking up at Carry. "Ah. Do you two mind if I ask you something?" Carry asked, trying to act professional about the whole thing, thinking of the right words to use. "Do... Do you girls have a home to go to?" She asked. "I mean it is Christmas eve and you should be at home with your families... Then again we should be to, but that's another story." "Umm... We do." Kitten started out. "It's just that mom and dad said that they had a surprise that had to set up, and told us to go out for the day." She said nodding and forcing a smile. "But, if you want to we can leave and go some other place." "Ok, I just wanted to make sure." She said smiling as she stood up and started heading back to counter and her co worker. "Soeur, allons y?" The smaller, white jackal asked, looking up to her sister. "Je ne veux pas revenir en arrière ". "Je ne veux pas etre tardif." She whispered back as she slid out of the booth, offering her hand to the other girl to help her. The two tugged their coats on and started for the door, glancing out at the snowing street, the storm starting to pick up. The two walked out of the store and started the walk home. It was a good thing that the two only lived a few blocks away from the cafe and the city's main street. The two walked in silence to their house, the only sounds coming from the snow under their feet, and the few cars that were still out on the streets. All too soon the sisters had made it home, Rain's hand reaching out to hold her bigger sisters as they walked up to the front door. They didn't make it more than just a few steps into the house, before they heard their dad yelling out. "Ous etiez vous deux." His voice was loud, and filled with anger, not that it was different from any other day. "Désolé papa ... Nous étions chez un ami ." Sanura said in her defense, making something up on the spot, she would rather tell a little lie than to tell him that she and her sister didn't want to come home because of the things that he did to them, the way that he would yell at them and on many night beat them or worse. "Je ne m'inquiète pas, vous connaissez a quelle heure vous etiez obligatoires de retournez chez nous." He barked out at them, and it was true, the two knew that they had a curfew, but that didn't stop them from trying to find ways to stay away. "Désolé papa." Masika chimed in, hoping that her soft voice would help soothe the beast, it used to work, for a while it seemed to snap him out of his rage, but once he started taking up drinking, it stopped working. " Allons nous a notre chambre." Sanura said softly, taking her sisters hand in her's and leading her to their shared bedroom. On the way to their bedroom they stopped at their parent's room. The light was on, but only their mother was in the room, their father off in some other part of the house. They glance in at the sight of their mother, passed out on the bed. Sanura knew that her mother was back on drugs, she may not have know what ones, but she did knew. She always made it a point to try and keep the fact from Masika. She would always tell her that she was sick or that she was tired and taking a nap after work, but she feared that the day that she found out the truth was getting closer and closer. "Sister, do you think that dad will stop being so mean?" Masika asked, looking up to the older jackal, speaking softly, in somewhat broken sounding english. "I don't know." She said shaking her head. "He wasn't like this until we got to this town." Sanura said sitting on the small bed that the two shared, her english was only a little better. It was clear that the family wasn't from the Americas, The family had come her all the way from a small city in France. The sisters being the only ones in the small family that could speak english, ending up being the family's translators. Their ability to speak english came in handy when they talk about things that they didn't want their mother or father to know about, though Sanura was a little worried that their dad was starting to catch onto them. The afternoon drug on, slowly dinner time grew closer. Sanura stuck her head into her mother's room. "Mom?" She called out, looking for any sign of movement. "Mama, ces jus'que a souper. Est ce que tu vas cuisinier?" She asked, waiting for an answer, but getting none. "Je...Je peu le faire." The older of the jackal sisters had been having to take it on herself more and more to do things around the house. She was having to do more of the cleaning, cooking and things like that, all the while, making sure that her and her sister managed not to piss their father off. She was in the middle of cooking, putting the family's meal together, something that she liked to do. It was her safe haven, her place to poor all of her emotions into, she would take all of the pain, sadness and fear that she felt into the cooking, in one way or another. "Savez vous que tu resembles ta mere dans cet tablier." A strong male voice filling the room, and a pair of hands wrapping around Sanura's hips. "Papa, pas de petit touches, tu es depraver." The older jackal said as she tugged away from her father's hands. "D'accord, serai un froid Grace." The older jackal grunted out as he walked out the kitchen, heading off to do who knows what. It was sometime after that, that Sanura had finished getting dinner ready. It took her a little bit to calm down from the little encounter with her father. She was starting to get worried about him getting more and more forceful, to the point that he might try something with her or even worse to her sister. Without saying anything she picked up two of the plates, taking them to her parents room. "Mama, Papa, j'apporte le souper." Sanura called out, poking her head into the room, seeing her mom still passed out, dad sitting in his chair watching TV. She was greeted with nothing but silence, she just shrugged, setting one of the plates on the table next to her dad, and then one on the bedside table, before just slipping out and back into the kitchen, to collect her and Masika's plates and heading back to their room. The two sat there, eating the simple meal that Sanura had fixed. Not speaking to one another, the silence seemed to blanket everything. It was times like this that the two were happy to have silence. It meant that their parents weren't fighting, they might not be getting along or happy with one another, but they weren't fighting and that was all that mattered to them, it gave them hope that things could get better. Once they were finished with dinner, Masika took it on herself to take the plates to the kitchen, setting them in the sink before heading to her mom's room, peeking in. Seeing the mother jackal was still laying in bed asleep, knowing that her sister told her that she was sick she thought that it was be best to leave her to rest. She kept walking to the far end of the house, to the garage, peeking in and seeing her daddy working on something. "Papa, que est ce que vous fais?" The little jackal asked as she walked up to him, looking at the workbench. "Rien cher." He said smiling and turning to look at her. "Tu ressembles beaucoup votre mere." He said looking her over more and more, slowly getting up and reaching out to grab her. "Qu'est-ce que tu fais?" The little girl said looking up to him, feeling his hands holding her by the shoulders. "Non, arrete." She squeaked out, feeling herself being lifted up and then slammed onto the table. "Je te plaid, arrete!" She squeaked out as she felt him holding her down, she went to yell out but her muzzle was clamped shut. "Tais-toi, voulez-vous votre mère ou votre soeur d'entendre?" He growled out, one hand holding her muzzle shut, the other reaching for something on the side of the table. The little jackal didn't know what her dad was doing when she saw him picking up the roll of duct tape, she didn't know why she being held down, she just wanted him to let her go, and for her to run off and hide with her sister. Tears started pouring from her eyes as she felt him starting to wrap the tape around her muzzle, leaving just her nose free so that she could breath. She was a little surprised when he let her go, only to grab her hands and pull them behind her back starting to tape them together before leaving her laying on the table. "J'ai juste besoin de faire quelque chose pour nous." He said smiling as he turned to walk off, the little jackal getting a look at the bulge in his pants, not sure about it. He was gone for a little bit, coming back with a small, white plastic tube in one hand, the other busy working on getting his belt out of the way. He didn't say anything as he got it out of the way, letting his pants fall to the floor, stepping out of them, leaving him naked, the tip of his member already poking out of his sheath. "Don't worry sweetie, it will be ok." He said as he walked up to her, watching her squirm and wiggle about. There was nothing else said as he sat the tube on the table next to her, her eyes glancing over the words on it, reading it out in her mind, 'personal lubricant.' The sight of this and the fact that she could feel her father behind her, starting pull her jeans down scared her more and more. It clicked in her head as to what was happening, she had walked in... More like peered into her parents room one night as the two made love. She knew that he used the stuff in the tube for that. Once he had gotten her jeans and panties around her ankles he took a step back, smiling as he slowly stroked his hardening cock. He let out a content murr as he leaned in, pressing his nose against his daughter's round, soft little butt, taking in her scent. One of his big paws reaching up to hold her rump, spreading it opening, showing off the little one's tight, virgin holes. He let out a happy little moan as he ran his tongue from her clit to the base of her tail, the sweet, innocent flavor spreading over his tongue. He just busied himself with licking her holes, taking his time to cover them in his slobber, even getting to the point of letting his tone slip into her honey pot, meeting with her virginity. He kept this up until he was happy with his work, standing up and licking his lips, making sure not to miss any of her flavor that might be lingering on his muzzle. He didn't say anything, only smiled down at the girl as he reached for the tube that he had brought. Popping the top open and squirting a big helping of the gel into his hand, closing the top and tossing it back onto the table. He let out a soft moan as he started rubbing the cool gel over his cock, the stuff starting to warm up slowly. The father didn't say anything as he started rubbing the tip of his cock against her slit, letting out a moan as he did, all the little girl could do was to let out little whimpers and try to wiggle away, only to feel a paw pressing against the back of her neck. He let out a louder moan as he felt the tip of his cock parting her lips and slipping in. She was tight, oh god was she tight around his cock, the heat surrounding his cock, he would have sore that she was in heat. Without any warning, he pushed his cock into her, pushing it as deep as he could get it, stabbing right through her virginity. She let out a loud, muffled yowl in pain as her cherry was taken in such a harsh way. The tears started flowing faster as she kept wiggling and thrashing about, the pain and feeling of blood dribbling down her legs adding to the panic, once again the strong paw held her down, the sound of a growl bringing her to a stop. The father didn't even give the poor girl a chance to get used to the large cock that was jammed into her, stretching her open. It was a good thing for Masika that her father wasn't that well endowed, in fact he was actually below average for the males of his family and his breed. He just started pounding into her hard and fast, moaning and grunting loudly as he fucked her, the lube and her virgin blood helping him. All she could do is just lay there and let the male do his thing, lay there and let him fuck her, to steal her innocence, even scar her for life. It wasn't long after that the father jackal's thrusting got frantic and harder, showing that he wouldn't last much longer. With just a few more, hard, painful thrusts, he managed to push his knot into her, locking them together as he started pumping his sticky load, moaning as he did. The strange heat filling the little girl sent a wave of panic through her, causing her to start thrashing about. They stayed locked together, the male panting softly as he slowly filled her and then his knot starting to deflate, the girl under him, just whimpering and crying as she felt so painfully violated. Soon his knot shrank down enough that he could slip out, he did, letting out another moan. "Maintenant, allez obtenir nettoyé." He said walking over to his pants putting them on and buckling his belt. "Et ne dites à personne ... Ou je vais ... vous tuer." He said, putting enphasis on the threat. Slowly and carefully he pulled a cloth from his pocket and started cleaning her up, once he was happy with the work he pulled her panties and jeans up, then getting the tape from her hands, and around her muzzle, setting her down on the ground and pulling her into a hug. "Papa le fait parce qu'il vous aime tellement." He whispered into her ear. She just nodded, shivering a bit in his arm, wiping her eyes as he pulled away from her. She didn't say anything, but she just took off, heading for her room, rushing in and wrapping her arms around her sister, starting to sob softly as she pressed hid her face in her chest, causing the sleeping girl to wake up and look around, taking a moment to realize what was happening. "Kitten, what's wrong?" Sanura asked, wrapping her arms around her, holding her tight as she sobbed softly. "Dad... Daddy did something to me." She said not looking up to her, just feeling the embrace around her tighting. "What? What did he do to you?" She asked, looking down at her, breaking the embrace to get her to look at her. "He..." She said looking down and away from her. "He did that thing he does to momma." She said blushing, tears flowing freely at this point. "It hurt so bad... It still hurts." She said sobbing louder now. "He did what?" She asked in a growl. "Kitten, I want you to look at me." She said, the little girl looking into her older sister's eyes. "I want you to get your coat on, and I want you to get your backpack, take all the school stuff out of it, and fill it will a pair of clothes, and anything that's important, and I want you to do the same for my bag." She said nodding. "And I want you to stay in here no matter what you here, no matter what happens or what you hear." "O... Ok." Was all that she said.

"The walls blister" "As sister rises in defiance"

"Here" "In the depths of the labyrinth" "She will make her mark"

"She travels the cavern" "Searching for the Minotaur"

There was nothing but rage pulsing through her, pure, unbridled hate. At this point there was one thing that she wanted, she wanted him dead, and she wanted him to suffer as he died. Slowly, she made her way through the dark house, walking through the hallway, the light from the TV seeping out from her parent's bedroom. Carefully she peered around the corner, seeing that just her mother was in the room still in the bed, still in the same spot that she was before, something about this worried the girl as she crept into the room and up to her bed. "Mama?" She asked, reaching out to touch her arm, shaking her a little. "Mama? Êtes-vous d'accord? Moma?" She asked, starting to shake her more, her voice getting a little louder, her eyes looking her over for signs of life. "Réveillez-vous maman. Réveillez-vous s'il vous plaît." She begged and pleaded for her mother to wake up. The mother jackal didn't wake up, she didn't show any sign of life. Her chest didn't raise and fall with rhythmic breath, no soft sounds of life, none of it. A glance on the bedside table, next to the plate of uneaten food were the tools of her demise. Syringes with drugs that she took to reach and chase that high that her body wanted. The fact that her mother had died because of the drugs that she did just fueled her rage. She wasn't sure how, but she was sure that this was her father's fault, that he was somehow the one that had given her the drugs, that he somehow got her hooked the first time, she just knew that it was his fault. On silent, but shaking paws she left the room, heading down the hallway, and into the kitchen. At this point she knew what she wanted to do, no what she had to do. She had to kill him, she had to stop him from hurting anyone else. She smiled to herself as she looked at the knife rack sitting on the counter, slowly she reached out and pulled the biggest one from it she could find. She crept through the house, looking for him, taking the time to check each room, soon getting to the garage, seeing the light spilling through the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor. She reached for the doorknob, knife in one hand. She knew that she only had one chance at this, she knew that if she messed up, she could end up beaten, raped or dead. Which at this point, she didn't care if she ended up dead, as long as she took him with her. She pushed the door open, hiding the knife behind her back. With her free hand, she reached out and nudged him. "Papa, tu veux me donner un essai?" She asked, watching as he turned to face her. The moment that the male jackal turned to face her, she swung the knife at him, the sharp steel blade cutting him across the chest, causing him to fall from the stood that he was sitting on. She didn't say anything, she didn't even scream as she pounced onto him, starting to driving the knife into his chest, send spurts of blood about as she kept stabbing him over and over, smiling as she watched the life fading from his eyes. She kept stabbing him only stopping when he stopped, panting and rolling off of him, leaving the knife next to him. She crawled away from his body, panting and heaving as she started pucking. The fear, and adrenalin getting the better of her. She couldn't believe that she did it, she knew that she couldn't stop here, she needed to cover her tracks. She looked around the room, spying a gas can in the corner, she rushed to it. She started pouring the gas around the room, splashing it around before making her way to the living room, making sure to cover the tree that sat in the middle of the room, making her way to the door of her parent's room before dropping the canister. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a box of matches, she normally used them to light the stove, but this time she was going light something bigger. With a flick of her wrist, the little wooden twig sparked to life. Without thinking she dropped it. The moment that it hit the gas, the flame grew, spreading to everything around that it could. The elder sister turned and darted into her bedroom, looking to her sister as she started putting on her coat. "Get your bag, open the window and get out of it." Sanura said as she watched her sister following the order. She grabbed her bag and did the same, rushing about behind her, the two running a short distance in the snow, turning to look back at the house. "Rain, what did you do?" The little sister asked, looking at the now burning house. "I fixed it." She said smiling a little. "He can never touch you, or hurt anyone again." "What about momma?" Masika asked softly.