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The young feline huddled in the corner of her hut as outside the sounds of battle raged on. Curled up with her arms hugging her knees, she shivered in fear. Her pointed ears were acute enough that she could pick up the horrifying sounds occurring outside. She could hear every sound of clashing steel, every piercing wail of pain and anger.

Every scream of terror made her body clench, her mind aflame with the resonance of battle. Frequently permeated by the scent of spilled blood on soft sand.

She was a breed of Persian cat, very beautiful though young-with golden fur from head to toe- except for a milky stream of white running from her chin down her slim belly. Her ear tips were black as were her hand paws and foot paws-matching her button nose above her short whiskers-but what really showed her beauty was her bright emerald-green eyes. Eyes that were currently shut tight in terror of the situation she was in.

No one had suspected that the crusaders would have come to their village, a tiny if not insignificant speck of huts and pavilions in the middle of the dusty dessert. Her village had no strategic value, with no real wealth or resources to plunder.

Yet despite her villages' apparent inconsequential status, the crusaders had come all the same in full force. They were an oncoming horde of vicious armored knights riding a sea of terrifying horses wearing white robes bearing the red cross.

As soon as they had arrived they furiously poured into her village, slaughtering everyone they came across. Many of her people had grabbed their own weapons as soon as the knights had attacked and were fighting back fiercely. They were fighting bravely, but they were no match against iron clad knights.

While some of the knights battled the defenders the others had begun pillaging and burning the huts. Her father had pushed her into their hut- a small tan colored shack of mud, clay, and straw- and told her to hide but she had managed to witness the burning and pillaging occurring around them, her fear welling up in her heart and mind.

The young feline maid had no idea when earlier that morning she had been fetching some water from the well, intent on a warm bath that she would be in this situation now.

That an army of square helmeted knights would ride into their camp. That they would be ransacking her home, killing her friends and neighbors and ready to do god knows what to her.

When her father had pushed her into the hut, fear had gripped her heart. She flew into the small space between her bed and the sculpted driftwood that served as a vanity. Shuddering she had huddled herself in that corner. There she remained trying to block out the screams and sounds of the fighting.

_"It's more like slaughter"-_she thought, wincing as the clash of steel and the sound of metal tearing warm flesh echoed outside.

All of a sudden the flap to her hut was pulled open and three of the bulky knights stormed in. They were wearing the typical crusader white cloaks adorned by that hated red cross over their very daunting armor. That was what disturbed her the most. You could see barely anything of their bodies aside from the heavy chain-mail they wore. Like monsters behind an iron veil with their faces and heads enclosed in those bulky square Teutonic helmets. Their bodies drenched in chain-mail and weapons.

She quickly realized however, that they were canines of some sort as she glimpsed the slick bushy tails wagging behind them. In response to their entrance, her own tail curled even tighter around her knees as did her arms and paws.

The knights gave a quick scan of the hut, upon not experiencing any attacking villagers they seemed to relax, taking no notice of her. She couldn't understand why until she caught a glimpse of their large helmets. Noticing they only had small slits for their eyes to peer through. They seemed less inclined to look for hiding felines and more concerned with seeing what was there to steal.

She remembered then what her father had told her once, that the helmets offered better head protection but poor vision. The soldiers hadn't caught sight of her huddled in her ball in the corner, but it was only a matter of time as there were three of them, and they were spreading out in the hut.

"Please, oh please don't let them find me" she pleaded in her mind. Her prayers went unheard as one of the knights-the lead one to be exact- finally rested his eyes upon her.

"Well, well, well, look what we have hear lads" growled the knight.

"Another one of those heathen sluts!" he snarled as he stepped toward her. In a few strides he had reached her and with a gauntlet covered paw gripped her shoulder hard.

The feline let out a high pitched wail as the larger fur dragged her from the corner, her foot paws kicking out at him, while her claws unsheathed and desperately tried to hold on to the ground.

The big dog gave a rugged growl as the young feline began kicking him hard. Reaching down he cuffed her hard about the face with the back of his metal covered paw. Giving a grunt of satisfaction as the young girl went limp from the shock of the blow.

She was dazed, having been struck with that metal glove, her ears were ringing and her eyes had trouble focusing on the knight dragging her to the center of the hut, where his compatriots waited.

"Giving you some trouble is she Selton?" laughed one of the other knights. His face was still covered by his iron helm.

The last knight beside him began pulling off his helmet, revealing the brown and white muzzle of a mature Irish setter.

"To hell with you Royce, this bitch is wild fire" muttered Selton, giving the girl a heave with all his might as her body shook and wriggled trying to break free.

Finally they reached the center of the hut. Selton released his hold on her and laughed as she slid from his grip and landed on the hard ground with a thud, her body in-between the three crusaders.

Brawn the Irish Setter was eying the pretty feline below them, noticing the silk one piece dress she wore, which didn't fully cover her curves or...any...of her other amazing qualities. Her shapely form causing the Setter to blush beneath his fur, just as some very inappropriate thoughts drifted into his head.

He turned his eyes towards his fellows as one of them gave a crude whistle in appreciation of the girl's body. Brawn gave them both a look of disgust, as he truly despised his companions. They were no better than killers for hire, with no sense of honor or respect for others.

"Of course attacking a small village just for recreation isn't very honorable either", he thought.

He gave his head a shake of contempt. He had only accompanied the other two in here because this was the only hut not either on fire or currently being rummaged through by greedy crusaders. He did not want to linger outside where the sand was running red and those currently dying bled out in pain. They should never have come to this village anyway, there was nothing really here, but the battalion had been itching for some action as it had been weeks since they had last fought and gathered spoils.

Selton and Royce both had their gaze fixed on the young cat below, it was impossible to see as they both still wore their helmets, but Brawn could smell their arousal. He could sense their muscles tightening. He could hear their tongues licking their lips in anticipation. They had spent many long and lonely nights in the desert, and were in the mood for some fun.

Selton leaned forward and gripped the felines' dress and began roughly pulling at it, while Royce began undoing his breeches. The feline herself became aware of the groping and her mind knew exactly what was going to happen to her.

She shrieked and let out a series of feline hisses and moans, pulling at the paws groping at her and begging them to stop.

"Please, ple...please don't...I...I'll...I'll do anything!" she sobbed in common tongue.

"Oh we know you will bitch" mocked Selton. Not even caring that the girl had just spoken his own language.

"Not as if you've any say in the matter slut!" growled the other knight, Royce. Undoing his belt and dropping his pants to reveal a much tented brown felt loincloth.

Both knights didn't even regard Brawn, as they prepared to rape the wide eyed Persian cat maid before them. However, Brawn was now even more intrigued. His mind aflame with the desire to be a part of the pack, and the duty he had sworn to as a knight in protecting innocence. Looking down at the maid the Irish setter contemplated. She had spoken common tongue meaning she could understand and communicate with them. She was also half mad with fright and probably would be catatonic after the two large canines were done with her.

"No... I may be many things but I am not one to allow of rape", he thought bitterly to himself.

Taking advantage of the other two's distraction Brawn sent his boot straight up into Seltons' unprotected under carriage. The would-be rapist knight howled in pain forgetting instantly about undressing the feline and gripped his balls tenderly, doubling over dry heaving for breath. Rolling over he began whimpering in pain.

Royce overcame his shock quicker then Selton and reached for his sword, however, before he could draw it the Setter brought the hilt of his own blade upside the other knight's helmet.

The dog knight hollered in pain gripping his helmet as the ringing of the blow echoed again and again in his sensitive ears, causing the knight to begin rolling over the floor right on top of Selton, the two groaning out loud.

The Setter sheathed his blade and picked up his helmet placing it back upon his head, leaning down the canine hoisted up the struggling feline carrying her in his arms. She was struggling heavily fearing what this third knight intended to do with her, even trying to claw at his helmeted head and grimacing in pain as her claws didn't even scratch the heavy iron.

"Quit it girl or I will bend you over my knee and give you a good spanking,"

The feline seemed to stop at that fearing the sting of those metal covered paws on her rump, so instead she buried her head into her hands and prayed for deliverance...

to be continued.