Chapter 17: You Can't Escape

Story by Tesslyn on SoFurry

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#17 of The Mating Season 2:


Chapter 17: You Can't Escape

Eno sat perched on a boulder, studying a melon rind in his paw and praising himself that he had dropped a few while fleeing with Lea. Good. They would find those bits of fruit, and let them follow him. Let them. He smiled to himself and his fangs cut the corners of his smile. He was a gray wolf, light in his aspect, with dark eyes and white flecks in his fur. His mane was bristly and short, but he kept it tied back in a spiky tail. He carried a canteen, and on his upper arm was the feathered talisman of a warrior. But he had brought no spear with him, only a dagger in his belt -- his favorite weapon.

It had been the most exquisite thing, suckling Lea's breasts as she lay in a dead faint, tasting that sweet mouth, fondling those big pussy lips. Eno had wanted to mount her there in the hut, to get inside of her and maybe play around with that little black one too. But all he did to the black one was lick her pussy a little, smack her tits around and nibble them. Then he gathered Lea into a sack and stole into the darkness.

It hadn't been a hard thing to walk out of the village with the sack on his shoulder. When the guards at the gates asked him, he told them the sack was full of garbage: bones, peels from fruit, withered and torn sleeping furs. And being able to smell the overwhelming scent of the fruit on Lea's pussy, the blasting odor of the juice soaked in Lea's fur, the guards had let him pass. Besides, they knew Eno. He was part of the home patrol, had been a part of it for sixteen years. There was no reason to suspect that there wasn't garbage in that sack on his shoulder but a lovely young thing plastered with juice.

Eno had then stolen away to the gravesite beyond the village, beyond the pastures. He would spend his first night here: wolves very rarely came to the gravesite. Piles of stones were scattered everywhere, the headstones of the dead. Withered leaves blew through the place, lifted on the breath of the mournful wind, and Eno sat in the midst of this death, munching on a melon rind as if he was at home.

He had pulled Lea gently from the sack, and spreading the sack on the ground, he laid Lea on top of it with her legs spread wide, the sides of her knees flat on the earth so he could look at her pussy as he sat there, waiting for the drug to wear off and for her to wake. What the hell was taking so long? The drug should have worn off by now as it had worn off in the fruit. Her wrists he had tied behind her back, and with them smashed beneath her, her breasts were thrust toward the treetops. Yes, she was magnificent, so beautiful in the moonlight. Why, in the moonlight, her white fur was practically glowing. Slender, shapely, innocent thing. She was everything in a female Eno had ever wanted. That white fur, those big tits . . .

Eno narrowed his eyes on Lea's big pussy lips and took another crunch of the melon rind. Then suddenly impatient, he crouched down over Lea, letting the juice sprinkle in her eyes.

"Wake up, wake up, little plaything. Wake up!"

Lea moaned. Her head rocked back and forth, her lashes fluttered. When her dark eyes finally opened, she gasped to see Eno looking down at her. Eno laughed as she made a sudden move and started to cry when she realized her wrists were bound. Lea looked all around her in horror. She recognized the place as the gravesite behind the village. Oh, god, she'd been kidnapped! She started to scream, but Eno smacked her hard across the face and pulled out his dagger. She stiffened when she felt the cold steel touch her neck.

"If you scream," Eno whispered, his eyes glinting in the darkness, "or if you fight me, or if you try to run away, I'll cut you just like that." He pressed the dagger a little harder and Lea whimpered.

"Or you could lay there and keep your mouth shut, and I won't hurt you. So . . ." He grabbed her face hard in his other paw and squeezed until her lips were smashed together. "Which is it gonna be?"

Lea closed her eyes and relaxed, and Eno let her go and put the dagger away. She peered between her breasts at him, tears blurring her eyes. She watched as he sat back on a boulder, picked up a melon rind, and started to munch on it. His eyes were fixed on her pussy, she realized, and she flushed miserably.

"I thought you were a simple thing," Eno said, licking the juice from his lips. "But you're smarter than I realized." He laughed to himself and ate the rest of the melon rind. Lea was shocked when she saw him reach down and pick a strawberry from a small gathering of fruit. The fruit was sitting on a lower rock beside him, and Lea saw the very melon she and Zalia had smashed into each other's pussies. Oh, god, he had been eating it! And she realized suddenly that he had drugged that fruit, that he had left it there for her to find, for her to eat! God, what a fool she'd been! She closed her eyes again and silently wept.

"Look how you cry," whispered Eno, examining the strawberry. "I slapped you once and the tears just fall. Yes, it was me, little plaything. I tricked you. But, you know, this is for your father's own good. Yes, Loryn is going to learn a good lesson after all of this. Maybe he'll think twice next time before he takes home abused little pups!"

Lea flinched. Eno's words had become a growl and she felt the strawberry hit her pussy. He had thrown it at her! But she heard no other movement, and when she opened her eyes again, Eno was sitting on the rock, staring right at her face. She shuddered. His black eyes were so cold.

"Sixteen years ago when you were but a pup, your father told me he loved me. I had just been punished by my village -- I'm from the winter village, did you know that? No, I don't guess Loryn ever talks about me." He laughed bitterly. "My father was a great sorcerer there and I was to follow in his steps. Bet you didn't know that either, did you?"

He blinked at Lea with his cold black eyes. Lea lay very still, trying to calm the beating of her heart. Why was he telling her these things? To confuse her? Frighten her? She just wanted to go home, she wanted her mother, she wanted her father there to protect her. But she felt so alone -- so alone with nothing but the stones of the dead and Eno's black, unfeeling eyes.

"That's where I learned my little trick with the fruit," Eno whispered. "From my father. He abducted my mother from the sun village that way. Do you know of it? Of course you don't. You've never been beyond the forest outside your own village. But that is where I am really from, though I never lived there. They call it the sun village. Do you know why?"

Lea couldn't believe he was actually waiting for her to answer! She shook her head vigorously. God, she was scared out of her wits. Why couldn't he stop talking and do whatever he was going to do? At least then she would understand what was happening. At least then she would be fighting him, would be a step closer to escape. But he just kept sitting there watching her, playing idly with the fruit, talking to her about his past. It was all suddenly so insane.

"Because it is a village up on a hill, a village that knows no winter, a village that overlooks the sea. The wolves there are massive, like me, like the wolves of the winter village. They live in great mud houses of brick. There are flowers everywhere. There are paintings on the walls -- my mother told me these things when I was a child. She would rock me beside the fire and she would cry because she missed her home. She said one day she'd take me there. Arorta was her name. She said she'd take me. But the sorcerer would never let her. The sorcerer," Eno sneered. "My father."

Lea held her breath when Eno paused. His black eyes turned on her. He was holding a strawberry and asked if she would like one. Lea shook her head no.

"But you will have some," Eno told her, narrowing his eyes on her pussy again so that she blushed. "We both will have some."

Lea didn't want to know what he meant by that. She shuddered as fresh tears came and silently prayed that her father would rescue her before anything happened here.

"I had everything before I was punished, before Zaldon came along and ruined it. Eloein let me have everything I wanted -- even his wives. And no one could touch me. I was the sorcerer's son. No one could spank me, reprimand me -- I bet you wish you were like that, that Loryn wouldn't have spanked you. But it's not such a great thing, going unpunished by your father. Eloein never hit me because Eloein never cared if I turned out rotten because Eloein never loved me."

Lea was amazed when a tear gathered in Eno's eye. He sank off the boulder to his knees, and Lea grew very still as he picked up a strawberry with a sad expression. He gave the strawberry a little suck and traced it over her pussy lips. She felt him nudge the strawberry into her vagina opening, felt him caress it ever so gently against her, and she bit her lip to hold back a moan. She would give nothing to him -- nothing! And she prayed that if he started touching her the pleasure would not show, that her clit would not start to throb in that maddening way.

"But for a while," Eno whispered, "I thought that Eloein did love me. He would come to me at night. He would touch me . . . like this . . ."

Lea stifled a cry when Eno sank his fingers in her anus. She had never been touched there before! She squeezed her buttocks together on reflex, clenched that opening up tight, but Eno sank his fingers deeper and his black eyes were fixed on her face.

"I was frightened at first," he whispered, "like you are now. And I felt helpless. I felt . . . small. I hated feeling that way. But he told me he did those things to me because he loved me."

Lea lay very still, her eyes squeezed shut, wishing he would remove his fingers. He did. She relaxed a little, but horror struck her afresh when she felt him hovering over her, and then a slow, wet suck on her nipple. She trembled and wept. She felt his teeth graze her nipple and then he nibbled it as if he was tasting it. She felt her face getting hotter and knew she was blushing, felt his tongue on her nipple, licking it, pushing it. And then suddenly, he pulled his lips away and he was prying at her mouth. He pulled it open with his finger hooked over her bottom lip, and then a strawberry was plunged inside.

"Don't swallow it," he warned in a whisper, "but hold it in your mouth."

Lea nodded, her eyes filling with tears. What was about to happen here? What was he about to do? She felt his paws massaging her breasts, rotating them, squeezing them. And then a sudden slap, hard across her face. She bit down on the strawberry, crushing it in her mouth in her choked attempt to cry out, and as the juice dribbled over her chin, Eno leaned down and forced his tongue between her lips. He gathered Lea into his arms, smashing her breasts into him. She felt him hungrily slurping the juice out of her, felt his tongue pressing against her, felt his lips pulling, and to her dismay, felt her clit start to throb. Oh, no, no -- how could she feel these things! She wanted to die, but his tongue felt good against her, and when he pulled back and smiled down at her, she melted in his arms.

"Sweet little thing," Eno whispered, stroking her mane.

Lea pretended to slump weakly against him, but her eyes were darting beyond Eno for some escape. She could run through those trees there! She could see the smoke from her village rising against the sky. Oh, why hadn't they come up here and found her yet? She supposed she would have to save herself. This was the perfect opportunity: he was holding her upright against him so that she didn't have to struggle to sit up without the use of her arms. All she had to do was get out of his arms, get to her feet, and run, screaming for help.

"I wonder if you'll keep that sweetness after I have harmed you or if you'll become corrupted by my madness as I was corrupted by my father's?"

What was he babbling about? Boo hoo! His father didn't love him! It didn't give him the right to go around abducting wolves! Lea thought this to herself with a sneer. He was sitting there sulking in self-pity, tracing his finger over her lips. Now was the time! Lea caught Eno off guard and bit his paw hard. He screamed, his arms falling free of her, and she scrambled up and fled, screaming, "MOM! D-DAD! I'M UP HERE! H-HELP ME --!" She heard Eno cursing behind her and then he had caught up to her. She felt his paw snatch at her tail and miss. She screamed, running faster through the trees, her breasts flapping. But it was no use: she had passed out of the moonlight and her tears were blinding her. She couldn't see either way. She heard Eno pounding right behind her and then she did the thing he never would have anticipated: she whirled to face him. He was so caught off guard that he all but rammed his own cock into her knee as she was bringing it up to hit him there. He crumpled in the dirt cursing, and she turned and fled again.

She would never make it to the village now. It was too dark in this part of the gravesite. She kept tripping over the little piles of rocks and she felt the stinging hot blood on her ankles where they had scraped her. She heard Eno pounding after her again and dove behind a tree, panting, trying to keep her breathing low. Goddamn it that her fur was white!

"Where . . . the fuck . . . are you, you little bitch?" she heard Eno panting. He crashed through the dead leaves and undergrowth, and she smiled when she heard him whimpering. Good. She must've kneed him so hard in the groin!

Lea waited until Eno had passed her, then burst into a run back in the other direction. She would run back to where they'd been sitting before. There was plenty of moonlight there and she could see how to get back to the village! Panting wildly now, her breasts heaving, she charged on. She heard Eno's cry of anger when he saw her going from behind a tree, looking to him, no doubt, like a white flash. He was crashing after her now, but she saw the rock sitting in the moonlight, the fruit scattered everywhere, the sack she'd be lying on. There was the path, there was the village smoke. God bless the moonlight! She plunged on, wishing she could get her wrists from behind her back. As she was running through the clearing, hopping over stones, her foot smashed down on a cluster of strawberries. She slipped in the juice, twisting awkwardly with her arms behind her back, and with her head tossed back and her breasts thrust toward the moon, she fell hard on her face in the dirt and tasted blood.

Lea lay there in pain for several minutes, spitting dirt and blood from her teeth. She had bitten her tongue on the impact and her breasts had scraped the hard ground: they were raw. She heard Eno hissing with laughter behind her, and overwhelmed suddenly by her helplessness, she wept.

"That was a merry little chase," she heard Eno say and knew that he was standing behind her, probably relishing in the sight of her breasts flapping in her awkward struggle to keep from falling seconds before she finally did. God, she hated him! God, this wasn't happening to her! She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a sob when Eno ran his paw smoothly over her buttocks.

"You can't escape me, Lea," he whispered. "You're helpless. Just like I was helpless when my father entered my room at night. You are small and you are weak and you can scream all you want: no one is going to save you."

Lea sobbed, trying to close her ears to these words. How could anyone take such delight in someone else's suffering?

Eno heard her sobbing and patted her head, whispering, "Shush, now, shush. I haven't even hurt you yet. I've barely begun. And I wouldn't have hurt you so badly except now you've disobeyed me, Lea."

Lea whimpered and her voice was a sob, "Just leave me alone! P-Please, leave me alone! What have I ever done to you!"

"So naïve," Eno whispered, shaking his head. She felt him stroking her mane again and shivered at his touching, wishing he'd stop. "I was naïve once too. But, Lea, the sad truth is this: you don't have to do anything wrong for me to hurt you."

"W-What are you going to do to me?"

"Many things."

She broke down sobbing.

"I told you not to scream. I told you not to run," he softly chastised. "I told you to just lay there and be quiet. I was only going to slap you around a little . . ."

She heard him make some movements behind her, heard him making some squelching noise, and her entire body went tense, waiting for whatever was about to happen. And then he was on top of her, spreading her legs wide apart. She squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed as he pulled her up into a kneeling position. She felt his dick hard against her buttocks. Then his arms were enclosing her from behind, and he cupped her breasts in his big paws, pinching the nipples. Lea was shivering uncontrollably now. He seemed to delight in her shivers and licked her neck.

"This may hurt you," he whispered in her ear. "I don't know. I hear it's different for different females their first time -- some have pain, others do not -- but I'm going to be very gentle. And then? I'm going to slap you and be very rough."

"P-Please . . ." No, he wasn't about to -- no! No!

Lea felt Eno enter her in one fast, hard stroke. He humped over her back, cupping her breasts, massaging them, licking her neck. She shivered. It was the deepest pleasure she had ever known! He drove himself deeply and slowly, pulling her down on him, it seemed, by clutching tightly to her breasts. And kneeling under Eno with her legs parted widely, Lea's mind was torn between this deep, wet pleasure and her horror. Eno had slathered himself with the fruit juice. That was obvious. She felt the sticky juice inside of her, smoothing his entry, driving him deeper into her pussy walls. But the fact that this was Eno doing this to her -- Eno squeezing her breasts in his paws, Eno panting over her shoulder, Eno riding her as tenderly and as slowly as if they could have been in love -- she was truly horrified. No, this was supposed to be Kilyan during her first mating season, Kilyan's arms, Kilyan's cock! And it hit her suddenly that she might have this monster's pup now! She broke down sobbing.

Eno shoved her down on her face when it was over. He held her down by the neck, but her butt remained in the air, her knees spread wide as he examined her with caressing fingers.

"Hmm, only a little blood. So you really were a virgin! I thought Kilyan might have had you by now."

Lea squeezed her eyes shut, hating herself. Why hadn't she let Kilyan? Why hadn't she? Then none of this -- this guilty pleasure would even matter! But he had taken her virginity, he had taken her here in the dirt and the filth like a lowly thing. She started to cry, her breasts shivering, and she screamed with angry sobs. He pulled her upright and slapped her. He forced her down on her back by the neck and slapped her again. And again. None of these were hard slaps but just hard enough to silence her.

"I'm going to put you in the sack again," Eno whispered, picking up a small orange, "and you're going to hold this in your mouth like a good little plaything."

Lea stared up at him. Surely he didn't expect her to hold an orange in her mouth! But he pried her mouth open and pushed it inside. Lea felt her mouth held open so widely that it hurt. She looked up at him with glinting eyes, and he gazed down at her with a dark smile, cupping her face. Then he started stroking her mane again in that gentle, loving way that made her wild with anger. This was madness, all of it! He was patting her like a pretty pet! God, she hated him. She started bucking and kicking, thinking with a burning heart that he had taken her gift to Kilyan -- Kilyan could not have her virginity now because of him, Kilyan had not been the first male to please her! No, this big five-year-old had done it! And now she might never see Kilyan again!

Lea thrashed wildly, but Eno grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his lap. She couldn't believe it when the first rain of blows came down on her buttocks. She was grunting around the orange, her fangs cutting into it and further cementing it in her mouth. The blows came harder, and then there were tears in her eyes. There was a pause, then a walloping blow came down on her -- a blow so hard that it seemed the pain spread from her sore buttocks to the rest of her body. She was jarred. Her breasts jiggled heavily against his thigh, her sex brushed him, her whimpered moans seemed to excite him. She felt his cock standing hard against her waist and disgust washed over her.

And then he spread her thighs, and she felt his fingers gliding into her sex. He withdrew them and she heard a smack. He was tasting her! She wanted to die. But he did it again. And then his fingers were dipping inside of her, caressing her, stroking her until she felt the throbbing and shivered her pleasure, hating herself.

"These big pussy lips. You're so easy to arouse," he said, laughing at her. "And maybe you aren't as smart as I thought. That whole thing was hilarious, you trying to escape. First you ran the wrong way, into the darkness, those supple breasts just flying everywhere. Did you really think I couldn't see you? You have white fur, Lea! You stood out like my sore dick when you kneed me -- which was exquisite, by the way. Exquisite pain. Oh, yes, you love hurting me as much as I love hurting you. We're going to have some fun times together on this trip."

Trip? Lea wondered listlessly. She sagged over his thighs, her pussy now gushing as he stroked her. She hated him, she wanted him to stop . . . she wanted him to never stop . . . She sobbed bitterly around the orange, her mouth still aching from holding it. If only she could spit it out, but her fangs were embedded in it. She needed the use of her paws to get it loose.

"You're going to have a new life with me in the sun village, Lea -- if only for just a little while. You should forget Kilyan. Forget the summer village. Forget everyone there. You won't ever see them again. You belong to me now, and I will take care of you. All you have to do is yield to me."

Never! She would die first! She wriggled in his lap to make this known, but he brushed her tail aside and whacked her on the buttocks again. She felt her butt cheeks jiggling from the blow, felt the agonizing sting and sagged again. God, she felt so defeated. She hated herself when she started to cry, she hated herself for ever eating that fruit!

"But, Lea," Eno whispered, pulling her upright in his lap. He shook his head darkly at her and brushed her mane back over her shoulder, brushed away her tears. "You mustn't run away from me again. Understand?" He pulled out his dagger and placed the tip against her throat. "Because I would I hate to use this on you. I would hate to. I would love to -- but I would hate to." He smiled.

Lea lifted her chin away from the dagger, staring down at it out of the corners of her eyes, terrified. She had forgotten about that stupid dagger! Oh, if only he was weaponless! Then she would have no fear, then she would keep trying to escape! But the thought of him using that dagger on her terrified her. She sat very still in his lap until the dagger disappeared again. When he saw her relax, he laughed.

"So now I know what frightens you. Good," he said, smiling at her.

Those black eyes were so cold! She wanted to spit in his face.

"Now be a good little plaything," Eno said, "and let me put you in the sack. I will carry you in my arms as we travel -- we have to get away from here before dawn, far away so no one can catch up to us -- not too soon anyway."

Lea's eyes widened. What did he mean by that? But before she could think about it, he was gathering up that stupid sack and slipping it over her feet. She felt oddly glad for it: it was getting cold, and after the heat of her exertions had ebbed away, she had started to notice it.

"Stand up in the sack," Eno told her, jerking his knee so that she sprang up. He held the sack open for her and she stood in it, her breasts shivering from her little sobs, the nipples jutting from the cold. He pulled the sack right up to her neck and let the opening hang around her shoulders, then he gathered her in his arms and started away through the trees.

Lea's heart sank. He was slowly carrying her away from her parents, from her friends, from everything she knew and loved -- from her life! Her head dropped against his shoulder and she sobbed brokenly behind the orange. Oh, Kilyan -- Kilyan save me!

"Hush, now," Eno whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't build you a fire, but we would have been too easily spotted, of course."

Did he really think she was sobbing over that! He really was mad! She melted against him in her helplessness and the tears kept pouring. She suddenly wished she could ask him questions. Why was he doing this? Where was he taking her to now? She had no idea what was beyond the wood and the gravesite. None at all. And what if they were attacked by lone wolves? She almost wished they would be. Maybe they'd kill Eno and she could escape!

"I wonder what you're thinking about, Lea," Eno said suddenly. "You must hate me. And I suppose you must. Everyone hates me . . . eventually. At home in the winter village, my cousin Norilyn hated me. But I thought it was a friendly rivalry. He was always so jealous that I was exalted, the son of the village sorcerer. And he was nothing but a tail chaser's little brother with a pussy-whipped bitch for a father. The whole village laughed at Lynny's father when his wife was discovered cheating on him, the whole village laughed at his father when he did not stone Joli but let her go. Pussy-whipped bitch. Let a female cheat on me! But I guess I never had a wife. Not until now."

Lea's eyes popped. Surely, he wasn't going to marry her! A wolf who successfully kidnapped a female from a village was free to marry her. And unless her husband came to claim her, she belonged to that wolf. Lea didn't even have a husband to claim her! A father or brother could have spoken for her, but would Loryn ever catch up? It seemed to her as if they had been walking for so long. Her heart sank. Oh, god, why had she run the wrong way? But she'd been so frantic and she'd been blinded by tears. It seemed that last attempt had been her only chance to escape: Eno would be on his guard now.

They continued on for some time through the trees, and as the trees thinned, the moonlight became stronger, until they emerged at last in a pool of it. Lea could see that they were standing on a steep cliff, but it was just slanted enough that they could have walked down it to the rocky terrain spreading away below. Lea's eyes darted over this new place, an endless wasteland bathed in moonlight. There were many boulders and hills, crevices and caves. Anyone, anything could have been down there! She was terrified, and the moon was so large in the sky, so bright. If there were lone wolves lurking down there, they would be seen coming a mile away!

But to Lea's surprise, Eno did not start down the incline. He went to a long rock formation that was jutting over the incline instead and laid Lea on her back on it, pulling the sack away. The rock was shaped in such a way that Lea's breasts were thrust to the sky, and her head fell far back, forcing her to look at the stars. It was a very lumpy rock and sharply misshapen. It cut painfully into Lea's sore buttocks, stabbed painfully into her shoulder blades and pinched at her bound wrists. She sobbed when she felt Eno spreading her legs wide. She was lying on the rock in such a way that if it wasn't there, she would have been standing and bending backwards. She lay there tense, waiting for the rape that was certainly coming, but Eno spread her pussy lips with his fingers and slipped his tongue inside her. She flinched, willing herself to derive no pleasure from this.

"I licked your friend while she was passed out," Eno told her. "But you taste so much sweeter."

Lea shuddered angrily and moaned behind the orange. Had he raped Zalia? Oh, god! Her anger increased when Eno gave his hissing laugh. Then he was leaning over her, and to her relief, he took out the orange. She flexed her jaw, trying to release the ache in it.

"I want to hear all your little noises, Lea," Eno told her, and then he was leaning over her and she felt him entering her again. Her body shuddered. He slammed into her, scraping her over the rock. She screamed. She felt the little cuts open in her shoulder blades, on her buttocks, and then he slammed into her again, laughing. She bit her lip, sobbing quietly to herself, tears pouring down her face. She must give him nothing -- nothing! She repeated the word in her mind as each heavy thrust banged into her, rubbing her against the rock, shattering her soul.

But as Lea lay there in misery, taking the blows from Eno's cock, she realized that something wonderful was happening: each of Eno's thrusts was causing the rock to cut at her ropes! She must make him thrust harder and then her wrists would be free! Oh, but it would hurt so badly to let him bang away at her. Her vagina felt torn and sore already and he was holding her so wide open that she could barely stand the pain, but she closed her eyes and told herself she must be brave. She must be brave like Zalia! Yes, Zalia could endure this -- she could too!

Taking a gulping breath, her breasts heaving with sobs, Lea started screaming louder. Just as she'd guessed, Eno was beside himself by it. He laughed and moaned and banged into her twice as hard, rubbing his paws over her breasts as he bent her back further over the rock. She felt her body tingling from his rubbing, felt her nipples standing out even as the blood poured against her thighs, even as she shuddered and screamed with the pain. She thanked god he had already broken her before he was so rough -- she thanked god!

"That's a good little bitch," Eno was saying to her. "Scream! Scream! Scream here where no one can hear you. Scream and feel helpless and weak!"

Come on, Lea thought, squeezing her eyes shut. Almost there . . . She could feel the ropes on her wrists weakening, could feel them cracking as he raped her. The fool! She was almost free! She just had to endure this agony a little longer . . .

"Oh, you are such a good plaything," Eno told her, stroking his paws over her breasts again. He dragged them down her body in a line of fire that made her shudder, even in the midst of this torment. "Yes, tremble! Lovely how those nipples stand out --!"

Lea's arms were free at last and she did not hesitate. She slapped Eno across the face, and he was so astonished that he paused. But she was still impaled on his dick. Frantic now, she found her balance and scooted up the rock, but his dick was hardly out of her when he grabbed her by the wrists with a snarl. Lea broke free, and they grappled wildly. Eno grabbed Lea once again by the wrists and managed to thrust himself so deeply into her pussy that her head fell back and she screamed, thrusting her breasts toward him. He sucked hungrily at her breasts, pulling the nipples in his teeth, and Lea squirmed with her back arched, her wrists still the prisoner of his paws. He suckled her breasts and licked them and thrust into her wildly now. She was sitting up on the rock, her thighs spread wide, her back arched, still taking the thrusts, still screaming and moaning, and Eno pressed her arms to her sides, lifted her clear from the rock, and thrust into her in a frenzy now.

Lea was trapped in his arms, her head back, her breasts smashed into him, and her eyes dazed from the pain. She felt the blood running down her thighs, felt the agony between her legs and thought it wound never end. God, was this the mating season? Would Kilyan's cock have hurt her so badly? But the thought was pushed from her mind when Eno collapsed on top of her, dropping her on the rock again. She was trapped under him, trapped on top of this hard, painful rock, and he was breathless on top of her.

"I think . . ." panted Eno, "that I'll leave your wrists untied. How delightful when you slapped me. How cute!" He lifted his head and sucked her nipple, then moved toward her mouth.

Lea thought to herself what Zalia would do, then as a sudden idea hit her, she banged her forehead against Eno's hard. Eno was as surprised as she. He cried out, tears in his eyes, and backed off. Lea actually laughed through her tears. He was such a child! Then she staggered down from the rock before he could blink and she was running, dashing down the incline. She actually heard him laughing as he chased her.

"Another merry chase, Lea?" Eno called. "You won't get far!"

We'll see about that! Lea thought with a snarl. She staggered to the bottom of the rocky slope, her feet scraping painfully in the gravel, and reaching down, she snatched up a rock and hurled it back at him. She heard his whimper, heard him shuffle to a stop, and ran on in triumph.

She was down in the moonlit clearing now, down on this endless, rocky terrain. Everything seemed so open, so bare, but there were craggy hills and caves, little valleys, even a few naked trees. Eno was probably right: she wouldn't get far because there was no place to hide! He could just follow her into one of those caves and her torment would never end! But what if she could find someone to help her? What if there was a camp down there? Something -- anything! She saw no smoke but she was desperate now.

"There's no where to go, Lea!" she heard Eno taunt behind her. "Why don't you hit me with another rock? It's nice to see your breasts jiggle when you do it!" He laughed at her.

Lea ran wildly now, a sob in her throat, her white mane flying out behind her. She glanced back as she ran and realized with a leaping heart that Eno wasn't even chasing her now. He was walking at his leisure, his paws at his sides, smiling! God, she hated him! If there really was no where to run, no where to hide, she would at least hurt him as badly as she could. She saw blood leaking from his temple when she looked back again. She had hit him on the head with a fairly sized stone, and yet he was walking as if his head wasn't gushing, as if the blood wasn't there.

"Yes, run with your hips switching like that!" Eno called. "And those plump little ass cheeks flexing -- and keep your tail up so I can see that pink pussy!" He laughed nastily.

Enraged at her own helplessness, Lea whirled and started hurling more rocks, sobbing as she hurled them, screaming that she hated Eno. Eno walked through the volley grinning, flinching when a rock hit home but otherwise walking right toward her. Lea stood there sobbing brokenly when he stopped, towering over her at last. Oh, would she never be free of him! Would she never escape? She sniffled miserably and wished suddenly that she'd run back into the trees. Oh, why hadn't she run into the trees? She felt dismally stupid, but once again, she had been frantic just to get away. She darted suddenly around Eno as if she would run back up the incline to woods now, but Eno grabbed her by the tail and yanked her back so hard, her back slammed into his chest. He placed his arms around her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, clenched her teeth, and shuddered.

"You can't escape, Lea," Eno whispered in her ear. "You can't escape . . . just like I couldn't."