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Fragments: Widow

_ Part 1 _

_ The following story contains: _

_ Nonconsensual sex _

_ Bestiality _

It was amazing how the moonlight lit the plains of Alveditra. It was a fairly rural countryside sort of place, with a low population and plenty of fields designated for crop raising. In the daytime it was all work and no play, but the night time was something else, something more... dangerous. Most families had plans during the night, blocking up their windows and barricading themselves inside their sheds or farmhouses, because at night, the monsters came out.

And that's where our "heroes" come in.

Cail had returned from the Forest of Alveditra, his chiseled chin and cleft easily seen under the light of the moon, as well as his muscled chest and gleaming claymore sword, carrying freshly chopped logs for the camp fire the rest of his group had made. He placed a log on the fire, putting it atop the nearly finished ones, and put the other three aside for later use.There were two long logs on the sides of the fire, perpendicular to each other, the fire just far enough away to disregard any thoughts of spreading. Laindes was shivering in her gown, 'W-why couldn't mage clothes be m-more covering...?' she thought to her self, arms crossed below her chest. Her clothes were indeed just a little too... revealing... as they covered the /bare/ essentials to be considered a professional, and not just another street whore, as the cloth was tight fitting around her chest, and loose from her hips downward, turning into a dress from there. Her body wriggled in discomfort as she thought about her clothes, spurring on the feeling, her flat chest and skinny body not exactly fit for the cliche look of a battle mage. Egh, female battle mages these days... their 'perfect' bodies and... perky breasts... It was just disgusting to the little elf girl. Maybe /little/ wasn't the correct word, as she was nearly six feet tall, and lanky at best. The light, dainty fabric shined in the moonlight, easily reflecting as it shimmered from the fire as well, as did her pale skin and blonde hair. Her hair reached past her shoulders and down past her lower back, almost long enough to tap her bottom when she stood. The blonde hair was, more often than not, draped behind her head, with two long pigtails hanging in front of her ears down to her collar bone. She silently stared into the fire, recounting the day of exploring and monster slaying. The sides of her dress at her legs parted, causing her outer thighs and calves to show to anyone who decided to stare or gawk. Her long, pointy ears perked a bit as she heard Cail return to camp, and again when Widow-

"Fucking nights here... are boring." Came the voice of Widow, cringing now and again. "There's NOTHING out here to do. No bars. No booze. No babes." She scratched her neck in withdrawal from the city life. "If I don't get to do something SOON, I swear you are all the first on my list to kill." Widow was the group's bandit. Why she joined, or why they let them in, is something both parties question every day- but then she saves their lives or vice versa and they all get to have a happy /after school special/ moment where they learn something about how great the inner self is. She was wearing a very manly leather armor piece on her torso, and given how functional it looked made it obvious how it was intended to be worn by a male. She was a tomboy to say the least, but her face resembled that of a girl, very cute and smooth, no blemishes or facial hair whatsoever- but there was a little shield and sword tattoo on her cheek... but it was a temporary tattoo she had applied earlier when they were setting up the fire. Real tattoos required commitment, bleck. Her hair was a very short cut, only about an inch long (which was met with many odd stares from men back in the urban sprawl of the city village), the tips in the front and her bangs tinted a fierce red.

"Calm down." Replied Vince, the group's healer. "You get worked up you won't be able to sleep. Then what? Going to bug us while we try to?" He inhaled sharply, then let out a prolonged sigh of frustration. "She acts like a child." He motions to Widow, his eyes staring at Laindes then Cail for a brief moment, before making contact with Widow's evil glare back at him, causing his arms to quickly bolster back at the sides of his hips.

"You'll be first." Widow said with a wicked smile to Vince.

"Will you two ever stop bickering?" Cail asked, sitting down on the opposite end of the log Laindes was planted on. "Every day you two decide to argue about something foolish."

"I- Maybe they /are/ f-foolish." Laindes chimed, almost taking pride in her assertive nature... Minus the sputtering and stammering of her very shy voice, which was just audible over the crackling and popping of the fire.

Cail and Widow both looked to Laindes for a moment, before looking at each other, exchanging smiles. Vince raised an eyebrow as he watched the others, before snickering and grabbing his bag from the other side of the log. The bag was just a sac with a tie string threaded through the top, but served as an acceptable form of item transportation. "Here's something that may cheer you up." He says, winking to Widow as he pulls out an unmarked glass bottle over dark brown liquid.

"Is that-" Widow nearly shook in her seat as she knew what unmarked bottles of dark brown liquids /usually/ were. "Booze~!?" She nearly breaks out into a cheer at the last word, catching the bottle after it's thrown by the group healer. She immediately uncorks it and brings the neck of it to her lips, tilting the bottle upwards and chugging it's contents liberally.

Laindes let out a semi-stifled giggle as she stood from her seat, heading off to her own little tent that was composed of poles and thin blankets. "Goodnight, everyone." She softly said, not even turning her head.

"Goodnight, Lain." Cail replied as Widow finished chugging her drink, dropping the bottle to the ground and letting out a belch. Vince tossed her another few drinks.

"This should tide you over." He said, before tying his bag shut and tossing it towards his own tent.

"Ha, yes I'm sure it will..." Widow eyed the few bottles she was coveting, licking her lips.

Vince yawned idly as he watched Widow, letting a little smirk and a chuckle. Cail raised an eyebrow as he peer at Vince, then Widow, then back to Vince a few times, before rolling his eyes. "Look," began Cail, "We have much to do tomorrow, remember? The king says there have been odd reports of monsters terrorizing a few villages around here."

Widow smiled. "That's right," She shifted in her seat, lifting her rear and sliding her leg under it, "Monsters and shit." She let out a gleaming beacon of hope as she thought of all the ways she could gut whatever monster came in her way, and which way of gutting was her favorite.

Cail noticed the fire dying out, and picked up the three spare logs he had set aside earlier, hauling them over to his tent. "I say we all follow Lain's lead, and head off to sleep."

Laindes shivered slightly under her blanket, the walls of her tent almost paper thin, letting her hear Cail, her cheeks turning a light pink in no time as she is mentioned.

Vince sighs audibly, standing and giving a nod to Cail, as he turned around, starting to trot back to his tent. "Yes, sleep." He agrees, waving to Cail and Widow without even turning his head as his free hand opened his tent's flap, letting him crawl inside.

Cail started making his way to his own tent, pausing as he brushed past Widow. "Widow, would thou keep an eye on the fire... Wait for it to go out?" He says, nodding to the forest. "Hasn't stormed in ages, the wood is notably dry. Wouldn't want a forest fire, would we?"

Widow nods and rolls her eyes out of Cails sight, just as he ducked inside his tent. "Keep an eye on the fire..." She mocked in an oddly high pitched voice. "Wouldn't want a forest fire..." She took another swig of her bottle, tossing it to the side after it emptied down her gullet, the glass hitting the floor with a nice clanking noise. Her ears perked a little as she heard a canid howl off in the distance, looking up to spot that the moon wasn't full, she calculated that the chance for werewolves was fairly low. "Hmm..." She peered back to the fire, then quickly off into the distant forests on the horizon. "I suppose it won't hurt if I make it quick... they might even praise me for bringing back some wolf meat..." She quickly clambered up to her feet, standing happily as she brandished another bottle in her hand, leaning forward to use her free one to pack her satchel. In the satchel went the remaining bottle of alcohol, a few medicinal herbs, and some bandages. She stringed it to her belt, and quickly but quietly snuck away from the camp, heading for the more distant forest.

About half an hour had past before she was finally met with the outskirts of the forest, her campsite still visible, but merely a few tiny specks signalling the fire hadn't gone out yet. She smirked a little, shivering as she threw her last empty bottle of booze to the ground, staggering slightly as she stepped forward to the old trees. What Vince had neglected to inform Widow was that the drink he'd generously given her, was a reasonably high proof. She didn't realize quite yet how it was effecting her poise, posture, thinking process, and breath as she stepped forward again, then halting. "Wait..." She said to herself, biting her lip a bit. "Getting lost..." She answered to her internal question, which was 'what is the problem with this situation?'. Kneeling to the dirt and grass below, she pulled her bag forward, slowly fiddling with it as her hands shook and occasionally fumbled. "If I just... Do... this?" She was talking to herself in larger bursts as she pulled a dagger from the bag and stuck it into the ground, handle pointing up. "Tie this on..." Her deft hands pawed out a coiled rope that she and the other three in her group had each packed in case of cave expeditions, tying one end of it to the dagger handle, knotting it twice, tightly. She only knew the one knot, because to her knot tying seemed lower on the list of skills, she preferred combat training. "And this end here..." She took the free end of the rope and looped it through her belt, tying it three times, and pulling it once to make sure it was secure. "No getting lost." She stated, clearing her throat and running a hand under her nose to rub gently on her upper lip.

The moon was at it's full peek, shining dimly through the treetops of the forest as Widow slowly walked, a shortsword in one hand and few little trinkets in the other. While they weren't enchanted, she'd thought that they brought her luck, each of the three items coming from a family member that she held near and dear to her heart. It was getting darker the further she tread into the depths of the foliage, the treetops becoming more dense as the trees were starting to become closer together. An average layout, she must have been close to the heart of the forest, occasionally bringing up her sword to slash at branches that obscured her path. By now it seemed she couldn't take two steps forward without a bush or low hanging vine caught her path, forcing her to draw and attack it... leaving her tired after a while, taking a look behind herself for a moment to check that the rope was still there (it was) she returned to chopping, but saw nothing in front of her. To her sides were the usual trees, but in front of her was a little doorway of vines... minus the door. She stepped through it, sighing heavily as she took in her surroundings, quickly smiling as she realized it was a clearing - a nice vacant space where there were no trees to block her path, much like a cave to a miner. She nearly fell to her knees as she plopped down on the dirt, towards the edge of the clearing, up against a tree that (besides two others) was the only tree inside the clearing.

"So... much- mm..." She sighed content as she pulled her bag out and forward again, digging in it to pull out an apple and quickly chomping into it. "Goddamn..." She scratched behind her ear for a moment, then her lower left stomach. "Ran out s-so quickly..." She digs through her bag once again, pushing rubbish aside and trying to grasp something. "Now where did I put- ah!" She quickly dragged a tiny bottle of liquor that she'd been saving for the celebrating after they'd killed the boss monsters and minions and blah blah blah- she thought to herself as she uncorked it with her sharp fingernails, not exactly pulling it out she resorted to gripping the cork with her teeth and pulling it roughly, twisting the bottle, cupping her trinkets still. "Come- Orrn..." She said, slurring a bit as she started to really dig her teeth in, tugging hard before the cork finally *Chpop*'d out of the neck, her hand nearly jerking the bottle to the ground like a dog finally let off it's leash after barking at the neighborhood cat. Bringing the tip to her lips, she dug her tongue down the neck, tilting the bottle up to drain it's contents directly into her mouth and down her throat. She nearly saw fireworks as it hit her stomach, the liquid nearly leaving her mouth numb as it took away most of the feeling in her tongue. Her eyes rolled back in her head, quickly shutting her lids as she murred happily at the punch it packed. "That asshole didn't lie..." She spat, thinking back to the shady dealer she'd purchased it from.

Her mind started to wander slowly, bringing up images of the past few days and her groups travels that led them out to these rural areas. The King insisted he send the four to investigate the disturbing occurrences out in this region, but never said why past the monsters they needed to deal with. Widow thought it suspicious that the four were sent to such a large region, but shrugged it off. She was getting paid to do this, so she didn't really want to think about it.

Her grip tightened a little around the bottle as her other hand unfolds, showing three little trinkets, each meaningful to her.

There was the good luck charm her older brother had given to her the day she fell in the well, saying it'd help her out of any deep holes she'd dug. It was a little shovel he crafted out of strong mahogany wood (for the handle and shaft) and a little spade at the end made of steel. It was cute... She had to remember sometime to put a string around it and wear it like jewelry.

After that came the little sun medallion, barely the size of a quarter of her palm. This one came from her mother to "brighten up any dark night or dreary day". It didn't even shine, but she always brought it with her just in case...

The last trinket was a steel molded family crest that her father had passed on to his kin before he died. She always harbored this in her mind as a token of her true potential, a goal to live up to her mighty warrior father.

She cupped her hand back up again and help it to her chest, right above her softly beating heart. "No matter... You're close to me." She said softly into the cold, crisp air, a single tear running down her cheek from the corner of her eye. Then a snap came from the trees, Widow snapping her vision towards it abruptly before stowing her trinkets back in her bag. She quickly stood up, watching the trees carefully as another snap came from the opposite end of the clearing. She drew her shortsword up and out of its sheath, bottle still in her other hand, grinning before tripping a little on her feet, feeling a bit lightheaded. "O-oh god." She said, her stomach churning as her vision momentarily blurred.

Vince stumbled out of the clearing's surrounding trees where Widow had entered the clearing from, coughing and holding his buckler shield in one hand, with a dagger in the other. "W-what the hell, Widow?" He asked, panting and nearly out of breath. "You just leave us like that?"

Widow was... surprised to say the least, her eyes widened for a moment, only to squint shortly after. "Vince?" She asked to herself, "Vince?" Then again out loud. "How did you...?" She didn't even finish the sentence as her eyes moved to the rope that was tied to her person.

"You need to be careful out her... 'tis dangerous." He said, still trying to catch his breath. "Come, you need to venture back to the camp." He waved with his buckler hand, before his eyes grew wide. "Look out!" He shouted, running up to widow and pulling her to the ground as a wolf flew above them, growling from his missing pounce and quickly recovering, legs cocked on all fours.

The wolf was snarling, spit drooling from its bared fangs. He snapped his teeth at the two, growling the entire time as it shifted stance again, eyeing the two humans and deciding which was easier prey.

"We won't be able to out run it." Came Vince's voice, a bit hushed and serious. "We must fight." He said, noticing her stumbling as she fumbled to keep her sword up with one hand, the other pulling the bottle neck up to her lips to take another swig of the potent alcohol. "Wish Cain was here." He joked, pulling Widow behind him, raising his shield as the wolf raked its eyes over the male.

"You." Came a harsh, deep toned voice from the wolf's lips. "Move." He commanded.

Vince could only sigh and shake his head. "So negotiations are out the window?" He waited, shifting his weight on his feet every few seconds as he waited for the wolf to strike.

The wolf only smiled, showing his fangs again as he dashed out to the woods, quickly vanishing from sight. It was only moments later that a silence piercing howl came from the nearby trees, only to be met with distant howls of response.

"This is not good." Vince proclaimed.

"Th's great." Came the slurred response of Widow, who fell to her knees and bent forward, coughing and- well. Let's just say the alcohol didn't agree with her stomach. She stood up again, taking a few steps back before falling and thudding her head against a nearby tree. Her vision faded slowly, the last thing she remembered was turning her head to see Vince overtaken by three wolves and tackled to the ground.

Widow groaned in pain as she awoke, the world very dizzying as she tried to sit up... where was she? The ground was a very firm dirt... much like a path, but more spread out. It was fairly open, the area around her, with trees lining a small, circular clearing. Nearby she noticed several caves, maybe three if her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. Her eyes traveled upwards, seeing a clear, daylit sky above, with no clouds in sight.

"S-satchel." She said softly to herself, looking around her immediate area for her belongings... but... where were they? She looked at herself, before squinting her eyes and frowning. The leather armor was gone, leaving only a little leather bra to cover her chest. She stood quickly, before grasping the sides of her head and remembering that was a bad idea. "T-too much..." She said, remembering the night before and how much alcohol she'd guzzled. Widow fell to her knees again and fell forward, catching herself with her elbows as she stared at the ground.

It felt like not too long ago Vince had given her-

"Vince." She said, her eyes snapping wide open as she stood again, stifling her urge to vomit as she peered around, quickly finding her only options of searching were out in the dense forest or the three caves. Caves. She started walking, gritting her teeth and sneering a bit as her head ached violently.

She crept into the cave as quietly as she could, only to be met with a chuckle. "Hello there, stranger." Came a voice from the darkness of the cave. "Sleep well?" He said with another chuckle, before clearing his throat. He had to be talking to someone else, right? She thought she'd be hard to see with the darkness- "BOO." The voice boomed by her ear.

"Ayii!" She screamed, turning around to point her body in the direction the voice was coming from, only to be met with pitch black. She peered around again, seeing the entrance only by it's light.

"Didn't mean to scare." Came the same voice from before, now pressing his muzzle to the back of Widow's neck. It was one of the wolves- or... a wolf. "Please, do come in I enjoy company." He sighed, his breath hot and musky against her neck as she pulled away.

"W-what the.." She spoke, trying to piece together what was going on.

"Yes, you do know I can see you, right?" The wolf spoke, changing positions as the voice came from a different place inside entirely now. "It's not that dark to me and... heavens... you are quite pale." Widow frowned again, blushing a little at the pale comment. She was used to sticking to the shadows and never really went out in the sun much. "So, you must have an idea why we brought you here."

Widow pondered a moment, shaking her head in response.

The wolf sighed, shaking his head. "You're here for a simple purpose. Breeding."

For a while, the words hung dead in the air, Widow's cheeks burned at that point, the simple notion of being breeding stock crushing making her shake. "What? Breeding? ... Interspecies breeding?"

The furry stranger nodded, unseen in the darkness. "Yes. You will bear our kin." He vocalized.

"Do I get a choice?"

"No."

"Why not? I didn't do anything to you."

"It's nothing personal, it's just time to expand the pack."

Laughable. This wolf wouldn't stand a chance against her blade- blade. Crap.

"I... I'm leaving." She clenched her fists, sneering lightly while trying her best to locate the beast. "I'm not coming back, either."

"Your move."

There was a long pause, near silent save for the echos riding the airwaves. She ran.

"I thought so." Replied the wolf with a grunt, snarling happily in pursuit.

Widow had taken three steps in the now discernible cave, her eyes adjusting to the shadows, before the wolf tackled her from behind, both paws on her shoulders and digging their claws into her. The hangover hadn't helped her cognitive skills, that much was clear, as she shook her torso, trying to throw the beast off. "Get off of me!" Screamed the girl.

The wolf only shook his head. "Stop- struggling." He commanded, digging the sharp claws deeper against her skin. "By the time we're all done you won't - nng- remember who you even are. Just- ggr- give in!" With a bite to her neck, she gritted her teeth and gasped in pain, shoulders dropping, hips staying in the air. Her fists flew back a few times, flying through the air and failing to make contact with the beast.

"Don't do this to me!" Squealed the girl. "I have a life, friends, family!"

"Your life is breeding, your friends are gone, WE ARE YOUR FAMILY!" His words were fierce and demanding of presence. She tried her best to kick and flail around, but the wolf was far too agile to shake off entirely. "And you will bear our children with a smile on your face. Your life as a human is over. You're now our breeding bitch." On the word bitch he gave an extra little squeeze in his maw, clamping on her skin even further, but still not breaking it. "Understand?"

"Go starve, worthless- a-ah-hhh!" She arched her back, tears streaming down her face as he drew his paws up her back, stepping away a little to tear her panties off. "N-no..." Without pressure on her back, she tried frantically to crawl forward, only to gasp again as he mounted her.

"We start here. Soon, the whole back will pour their seed into you. After that, we'll give you a little change, and you will bear our puppies." He snickered roughly, almost mocking the formality of the process. "And soon after that, you will be begging us to grind you into the dirt."

It didn't take long for her to feel a wet appendage creep against her now exposed groin, she presumed it was his penis, since his muzzle had quickly gone back to gripping her neck. "You can't do this to me..." She replied in defeat, voice growing weak as his grip strengthened.

"Quiet, breeding slave."

With that, he had pushed his hips forward, sliding his canine member up her quivering cunt, parting the passage of meaty tunnels. She gritted her teeth, the sheer pain of his forced insertion striking a loud silence in her heart, overpowering her mind in shock. He had already hilted. His furry hips collided with her bare rear, the warmth palpable. Rocking his hips, he grinded his doggy meat in her body, letting it rub against the sweet velvet-like insides of the poor bandit. "Gods, this is painful..." Gasped the girl.

"You have no clue what pain is. But if you give in now, it won't hurt as much." He chuckled, pulling his hips back and letting his cock slide back. "Come on, you know you love this."

Once again, laughable.

She barely had time to think as he rammed back in, the soft squelch of it sounding through the cave. "And we love this too." He panted, pulling his teeth away from her neck. What happened to nothing personal? "We're going to break you, Widow."

Her eyes shot wide at that point, hands curling back into fists. "How- Nng-" She grunted, feeling him slowly start his thrusting motions. "How- n-n- d-do you- nnaa- k-noow my nnname?" Widow stuttered.

In reply the wolf leaned forward, dipping his lips to about ear level. "Your friend talked."

It was at that point the wolf thrusted deeply, hilting again, only now Widow could feel something new on the putrid pole. A knot. "Ggnn... Don't you dare." She growled, trying her best to mimic her idea of an alpha. Intimidation, however, was not a naked rapist's plaything's strong suit.

"Don't I dare, what?" He responded, grinding his hips against her, making his knot do so as well. "Knot? Cum?" Another chuckle escaped his throat.

She couldn't reply, her eyes rolling up in her head a bit, pupils fluttering on the upper lids. Her teeth were still gritted together, cheeks still heated and red, body still shaking, but this feeling was more painful than the humiliation of being caught so off guard, being captured, and being force fucked... The feeling of a wolf desperately trying to nudge himself forwards, the feeling of a knot parting her cunt's lips even further apart, the feeling of that same knot almost doubling what she was used to. "Please please please don't..."

He smiled broadly, sharply spiking his hips forward, sinking his knot halfway in, letting it spread her open, letting her body loosen to make her future as a breeding slave a less painful one. "Knot?" He asked, jerking forward again, sinking his fleshy bulb into her with a sickening pop.

Pain wasn't even close enough of a word to describe what she felt, the feeling shocking her body limp within a matter of seconds, leaving her to fully collapse, knees sliding apart as her hips soon hit the ground, the wolf happily panting and wagging his tail above her. Small droplets of his saliva hit the back of her head as he quickened his panting, grunting here and there as he continued to hump to the best of his ability. "Your first act as our slave begins with me using your body as a dump for my semen." With that, he groaned, arching his back, tilting his head up to howl into the cave. Within seconds, the wolf began jerking violently, pouring his seed into her sex.

The fluid was watery and lukewarm, letting it quickly fill most of her crevices evenly, save for her cervix, which remained nearly air tight. Splashes here and there against her womb's entrance led to dribbles of the sperm invading it altogether, the swimmers happy to take refuge in the pocket.

Panting heavily, the wolf stopped jerking, darkly smiling. The girl below him was panting equally hard, eyes still rolled back, her mind trying to flee the situation completely. "We get to spend a bit together... I'm not mean, you see," the wolf began, lying off the bat, "so I won't just pull out now. But know this... I'm a lot nicer than some of the others here..." Whether or not she could even understand him this far into her own world was yet to be seen. "Tomorrow, we start changing your life, for the better." Ending the sentence, he fell limp atop her, the weight forcing another gasp out of the abused girl, who simply gritted her teeth.

Tomorrow. She needed to escape as soon as possible.

Part One Concluded