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Waking up her eyes rounded she gasped in pain as she tried to move,

but he'd been so enormous and had worked muscles in her that she

hadn't even known existed. Picking her doll up she cried, "Jeniria,

I don't feel like a little girl anymore. I want to die, but I don't,

oh Jeniria I'm so confused." She looked into the dolls eyes and saw

some twinkling of silver, and remember something her Grandmama had

once said to her, 'Sweet honey child, remember this, there is always

a silver lining in any cloud be it white or be it black. No matter

good or bad, there will always be a silver lining to see the way

through.' She smiled softly at this thought, but sobbed once again

holding the doll to her cheek, what could be good to come out of this.

After awhile she pulled herself together as best she could,

determined that this would be the last time she let herself cry.

Pulling on the remaints of her clothes she grimced, she was badly

in need of some new ones. Her fur was caked in soot and even blood

as were her clothes and her doll Jeniria.

As she stared out from the tree limbs she saw something, it was

Torry! Though as the figure came closer she nearly weeped for it

was indeed not him, but someone who could have passed for his double

though older.

The man came to the tree not knowing there was anyone there and when

he saw a tail poking through he grabbed it and tugged the kitten out.

"So, who the hell are you to be on my property?"

She looked up at him in fright, he wasn't as tall or quite as

frightening as the beast from the night before, but he frightened

her all the same, "I.. I'm s-sorry sir. I-I did n-not know t-this

p-p-place b-belonged to anyone..."

"Well then I'll send you on your way then, or are you lost?"

"I am not lost sir. I am from the village of Rion, it was attacked

two nights hence and I am afriad I am the only survivor who has not

been taken prisoner. I am the daughter of Viscount Niall and

Viscountess Lianna."

"You look no more than a child, thirteen you might look, but truth

be told you're about eleven. I knew Niall and his wife and their

children, haven't seen you since you were nine. You must be Zynnamon

or her twin Yolanda. Yola for short. Am I right?"

She nodded, someone who'd known her parents, maybe he

could help her, but what if he wanted something that she

had last night been forced to give. She doubted it though

if he'd been a friend of her families, but still she

could never again be sure of anyone, because of what had

been done to her family and then herself. "I am Yola, sir,

but who might you be that you know myself and my family?"

"I am Yannis, your godfather. You were named for my deceased

wife. I have children of my own, but they're grown and scattered

throughout the land and some even have children of their own as well.

So tell me what has happened to Rion?"

Yola related to him the story of the disaster. When he'd told her how

he was connected to her family she'd felt relief and hope wash over

her. At least she would not have to suffer once again what she had

the night before, still it was on her mind, no matter how much she

tried to banish it.

"Man came, along with furre traitors galloping across the land on

demon horses, black as night, eyes red as blood, tall as ninteen hands

or more. Children and women screamed as they were surrounded by the

hoards of soldiers, some of them looking like the undead. They shot

poisonous arrows, fire arrows and used swords of a multitude of sizes

and shapes. When they came my mama hid I and my siblings in the

basement of our house, they came in that night to tell us it was a

losing battle. I ran upstairs and out the door. The house collapsed

I don't know how or why. I ran then in fear so I would not be

discovered and didn't see what else had happened, but morning came,

the sky was foggy, desolate and bleak. I saw the aftermath of what

had happened. Then I gathered my doll to myself not finding even a

single soul still alive among the ruins and the rubble. I left

and spent the night here."

"What happened to your clothes?"

Yola blushed then paled and nearly cried once more, but held it in

she shook her head, "I cannot say."

"Very well child, come, I will find some of the clothes my daughters

once wore and you may use them."

"No, I would prefer the clothes of a boy, for I wish to join the

army and they will not let me if they know I'm a girl. Justice must

be sought and wrought. I wish vengence upon those that have destroyed

everything and everyone I held dear in the village of Rion and no

doubt they will do the same again unless they are stopped."

She thought he would refuse her, but he simply nodded and astonished

her, "I will provide all you need, it is a worthy cause and though

I do not relish the idea of you in battle and dieing it is perhaps

your destiny and I cannot stop you I am certain when it is your

entire family that has been wiped out aside from myself, your

godfather."

At these words she was slightly confused, but slowly came to realize

that what he was saying was that while he would worry about her and

did not wish her to do this, he would not stand in her way. "Thank

you godfather."

Yannis smiled, "You are welcome Yol. I have a mare outside now.

I was going to ride her and take a picnic and sleep beneath the

stars this night, but I give her to you now as well as some

of my sons clothes."

Yol gratefully accepted and hugged him then mounted the mare soon

as she saw her. "I cannot linger long godfather."

"I understand, you be careful and may God Bless You and watch over

you."

Yol smiled and nodded then galloped off gathering some apples as

she and Glory Halejllua Asusa galloped by for later consumption

except for the one she nibbled on now. She was now dressed as a boy

and looked like one in the black trousers, white dress shirt that

was baggy enough to hide her young pert and still growing breasts.

Her curls had been gathered up into a bun beneath the hat she now

wore. She was headed in the direction of the Caslte Vennecia,

the capital of the Furre Feline Kingdom. That was where she was

certain she would be knighted or at least allowed into the army.

As long as she could make them believe she was a young boy rather

than the girl that she was. She tucked Jeniria into one of the

pouches. She had blankets with her, two pans, clothes and a picnic

basket of food. She would strive to survive no matter what may

come in order to have justice brought and vengence wrought.

While her thoughts was on this, she remembered that she had thougt

at first that Yannis was Torry, but as he'd approached he'd become taller

and older. A feeling of dread washed over her, was Torry a grandson perhaps

of Yannis or some other realitive, they looked so much alike. She however

had gone far and did not wish Yannis to worry. She would some how

rescue Torry from his captor's and bring him home, but no she couldn't

do that she told herself, all of the village of Rion lay in ruins. She'd have to

take him to Yannis or he'd tag along beside her and they'd seek out

justice together, maybe even vengeance. With that thought she sighed

and continued on wearily. She felt ten times older than her eleven years,

nearly tweleve.

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As the sun rose above the land warm and comforting, he began

to slowly wake not remembering anything much from the night before

when he had turned. Though he wondered what he'd done.

Soon though his mind was focused on the woman nudging him, kicking

him and yelling.

"Wake up ya good for nothin' piece of garbage! You've got work to

do ya know ya filthy mongrel. Whatcha doin' without yer clothes on

anyways. Sure people might pay ta see ya nude, but that's me and

me brother Snicker's privilage. Or maybe yer finally comin' ta yer

senses. Snicker will be most pleased Dumbbell."

He growled just the same even if he were to have punishment, he would

not allow anyone to call him such a name as Dumbbell, for he knew it

was not his real name, for all the things he could not remember, that

was one thing he did recall. "My name is Gar, Gar! Not Dumbbell or Pet, or

Slave or anything else you might deem to call me! My name is Gar, do you

hear old hag! Gar!"

The female screatched and suddenly from out of nowhere, Snicker

appeared and had Gar's wrists tied togehter, lifting him up onto his

feet he tied his wrists to large tree branch in triple knots.

Snicker, "So you'd be insulting my sister would you slave? I think

I'll take the whip to you now. Don't you think that is a good idea

Delieah?"

Gar did not care, they'd often done the same before, and every

full moonlit night the scars would dissappear. It was perhaps the

only good thing ever to come out of the curse that had somehow

befallen him within the last ten or tweleve years, he couldn't

remember how or when it had happened, but he had no doubt

he'd had a run in with some other were creature and had been

turned rather than made a meal of, by fortunes luck.

Delieah cackled, "Oh it would be good, but I think this time we'll

have some fun with him. Even if he is a dirty little scumbag that

tried to steal our heifer he has a body worth torturing in other ways

dontcha think dear brother?"

"Indeed sister, I do."

Gar could only guess at what they were talking about, but still

was confused, how else could they torture him without the whip, he

hated it here. Ever since he was six or seven, having lost his

memories and wandered away from a dead knight and his horse he'd had

to fend for himself. He hadn't been trying to steal the heifer, just

its tail for a snack. A heifer had been to enourmous for him to get

away with at such a young age fifteen years ago years ago. At first

Delieah had just wanted to take him inside and feed him. Then when

her brother had gotten home things had changed. She wasn't so nice

anymore, she'd only lured him with kindness and food so she could

give her brother a gift, him as a slave. Ever since then they'd

shared him making him do all the work while they grew pudgy and

lazy.

Delieah looked at her brother with a grin, "Snicker do lay down."

and he complied with a snicker upon his face as he watched his sister

slowly unbutton her shirt, she wore no bra beneath, for all her faults

one couldn't seem to look away from the large breasts that one might

guess had the measurements of a seventy-three or so. However Gar felt

sickened. He closed his eyes to banish the sight, but one of the paid

working hands slashed the whip across him causing him to cry out and

open his eyes. He was forced to watch as Deliah pulled down her

panties from beneath her skirt that she now hiked up. He saw

Snicker pull out of his pants, a now hard cock.

Gar nearly gagged, he felt he'd throw up as bile came up through

his esophagas, but was unable to unleash it, as a gag was wrapped

around his mouth and tied behind his head. He'd never seen another

males part nor had he seen a female even partially nude. Never had

he felt desire for another, and the only female he'd seen that he

could recall was the awful Delieah who smelt of onions, garlic and

manure. She and her brother took a bath, but once a month. They never

let him bathe, but twice a week he'd manage to sneak away at night

and bathe.

Delieah grinned down at her brother, "Oh Snicker, you're so big,

I'm already ready for you." She knealt down over him, legs spread

apart, a knee resting on either side of Snicker. Slowly she moved

herself down onto him. Snicker's cock swelled larger even more as

he felt Delieah's wet cunt over his erection. He could not hold back

and shoved himself inside of her.

Delieah gasped, moaning with pleasure as her brother filled her

and she began to set in motion as she rocked her hips back and forth

so that he moved and wriggled inside her if that were possible with

how large he was. "Oh Snicker, yes! Oh gaw..." she threw her head

back as one of Snicker's hands wrapped around her breast and roughly

squeezed it, proceeding to pinch the hardened peak that was her nipple.

Again Gar closed his eyes, but again he was forced to open them

when he felt another stinging lash of the whip against his back. Despite his

disgust, his own cock had peaked out and enlarged. He felt remorse

at the desire he felt, but not because he desired them, but because

in the very subconcious of his mind, he could remember a female doing

that to him. She however had been unwilling where as this brother

and sister were willing with one another. It made him sick, he doubted

such things were moral, a brother and a sister. There was nothing

he could do however and wished that they had been here last night

while he changed and he could have destroyed them, instead of

whatever he had actually done, for he felt it was something that

he could not forgive himself for doing. However destroying these

two would have given him the utmost pleasure and freedom finally

at least.

Delieah gasped, "Oh, Snicker, I'm going to..." together they

screamed with pleasure as they came at the same time. She slumped

onto her brother a moment before pulling away, "That was just

a warm up dear brother. Now let's play with the slave, look he's

already ready for it."

Gar's eyes widened, now he knew what they wanted. He began to

struggle, trying to get loose from the bonds that held him, but they

were tight and while he tried this he was whipped twice more casuing

him to stop and gasp in pain, muffled against the gag that kept him

from making to much noise.

Snicker grinned and got up, removing the bottom portion of his

clothing. Gar saw that already the males cock was once more erect.

Gar began to tremble. He was still a virgin he told himself and

they were going to do a terrible thing, rape him. Then something in

his head told him that he wasn't, that he deserved this for he'd

forced another into such intimacy. He grimced, he didn't remember, but

it was more than likely true, it had to have been last night. This thought

caused him to quaver, saddened and angry with himself, perhaps he

deserved what was happening to him, but he couldn't be certain that

was what he had done, it could always have been just a dream.

He wished this was a dream going on now, but it wasn't, it was

a nightmare from which he could not waken.

Snicker now was behind Gar, his hands coming around to pinch his

nipples. Gar groaned in fright. He heard Snicker snicker, "Yes slave

you'll like this, you'll learn to love it." Gar shook his head, but

in doing so his glossy black hair was pulled and he nearly whimpered,

but kept himself from doing so. For to do so would only make Snicker

feel that much more in power.

Delieah was now in front of Gar and his eyes widened as she knealt

down and took his member into her mouth, while Snicker's hand lowered

and pinched his balls hard making him scream in agony just as Snicker

entered his rectum, stretching the skin within far beyond what was

natural. He tore him asunder, and blood began to pour from his

anal passage.

When Snicker thrust into Gar again and again his body jerked and

his own cock moved deeper into Delieah's throat, then backed out.

Either way he was frightened and didn't wish Snicker within, nor

Delieah around his shaft. Closing his eyes tears began to streak down

his face. This was what they'd wanted all along, but he'd avoided

it somehow before, but he was uncertain how or why. They'd looked

at him with lust ever since he'd turned twelve or thereabouts for

he could not remember exactly how old he was. However when he closed

his eyes, he saw her. The female from last night, just thinking about

her made him hard and excited. He knew he shouldn't be, obviously

she was young, she'd been a virgin he was sure of it and he felt

guilt down to the morrow of his bones and his soul that he had thought

he'd lost the day these two had found him. Pretending she was there

he groaned and came inside Delieah's mouth.

Delieah wasn't expecting that and withdrew, sputtering and clawed

his chest, "You never ever do that again. You're foul tastin' and only

Snicker is allowed that privilage."

Snicker withdrew from Gar, cumming all over his ass. He smirked

cackling, "What a pretty site that is. But Delieah is right, you do

that again, there's much worse where that came from. This time though,

well we'll just leave you here outside tonight."

Taking his sisters arm they went inside leaving their clothes

strewn about in the yard, Gar still tied to the tree. He heard them

talking.

"To bad tonight wasn't another full moon, eh Snicker?"

"True sister, true, that would certainly give Dumbbell a fright

and make him think wiser, be more obiedent ya know." What

they didn't know, was that Gar was the beast that roamed the

country side and destroyed and devoured those that either got

in his way or were targeted for his hunger that their flesh would

sate.

"Quite, lets go to our room." And so they went up into their room

together and Gar could hear them grunting and groaning. Closing his

eyes he weeped, he hadn't weeped since the night he'd first

lived here. How he wished he could escape, but he knew no one to turn

to, nor anywhere to go. Somehow he'd have to get away.