Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Slavery, Fiction, Paranormal, Furry, Were animal, Spanking, Rough, Light Bond, Oral Sex, Petting, .
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Rhys is a Were Mountain Lion. She's lived in a territory that at one time was safe. Now slowly but surely, her family and her clan were being taking away It's her turn now.
The eyes of the cat were unblinking as she watched the men below her resting place. She longed to escape, to run into the gracious arms of the forest and disappear from sight. But doing just that had left Tippin to the nefarious ideas of the men.
They'd fire at her twice, their guns loud and scary, almost as scary as watching Tippen fall, two darts buried in her front shoulder and the top of her hind legs. The men had surrounded Tippen, one reaching out to pull away their darts. But Tipping didn't react.
Instead, they'd wrapped her in booties that would protect them from her claws and then muzzled her, the strap cutting cruelly into her face. It took mere minutes to turn a predator of grace and beauty into little more than a domestic cat.
I shook that thought away. That had happened last week, these hunters weren't the same.
She could sense nothing of her sister on these men. It gave her a feeling of relief. She might be able to get away from these men. Even as she thought that and let her relax a bit more in the cup of the tree she was lying in, there was a shudder and then the sound had the movement of her body on the bough was all it took.
The crack was loud, almost as loud as the guns that the hunters used. The men turned at the sound and the leader grinned. He raised his shotgun, aiming carefully and pulling the trigger before I had chance to get out of the maze of branches that had held up there for years. Now it was like I was being punished.
The dart hit my left flank and I yipped, turning my head to pull the dart from my flesh, but it was too late. The medicine left in that dart had flowed into my blood stream and my eyes grew heavy. I lost all desire to speak or to escape. I lay back, ignoring the branches as if they weren't there. I let my eyes close and it was all it took for the medicine to work.
I could feel them working around me, lifting my unresisting body. They lifted me up, grabbing my four legs to haul me away from the branches and out onto a flat piece of land where their truck was located.
I could hear the man talking about me. "She didn't give us any hassle."
"Nope, she knows how to be a good pussy." He slapped me on my flank and I wanted desperately to reach out my razor sharp claws and teach him what a good "pussy" I actually was. I felt the straps that they'd wrapped over my body, hooking it all to the muzzle that slipped over my face.
It happened so quickly and I was having a hard time understanding what was going on. I felt them lift me again, this time carrying me between two of them to reach the truck. The smell in there was almost enough to make my retch. Dried blood covered the walls, blood from the animals that had been kept in there before. I felt a shudder rip through me and wondered if any of those smears were from my own litter mates
With my eyes closed, I could see Tippin again, her soft golden fur, the black that covered the tips of her soft ears. I could smell her and I thought I would scream out loud as the pain of her loss and my own capture ripped through me. How could this be happening? Would anyone even notice that I was missing? Would they come looking for me?
I barely looked up as the truck I was in started off with an almost painful lurch. The canvas cover on the back hadn't been tied down and I could see my home passing behind me. The tires squeaked over the ruts and ridges and I was bounced around, feeling the bruises that would have been terrible in my other shape.
Staring up and into the clear blue sky as I was being ripped from the home I'd known since birth I made a vow. I would be back. I would find away to get away from these terrible people and I would go back. Tears streamed down my face, wetting down my fur but I couldn't help it. I was terrified, more so because of the secret my family had hidden for millennia. If they found out what I could do, they'd never give me a chance to escape. They'd do testing to see what it was that made me so different.
I sighed, using one of the paw coverings to wipe at my eyes. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my shaking nerves. Should I try now? The weight and thickness of the muzzle on my face stopped me. The heavy leather would definitely cut into my throat and I would be helpless like that.
I could hear the people in the cab of the truck and they were arguing in their thick accented voices. I tried to understand what they were saying, but it was in a language I didn't understand. Instead, I crawled closer to the back of the truck, staring out at the growing darkness of the day and the jeeps that followed us. If the jeeps hadn't have been there, I would have been gone.
Now I knew why Tippen hadn't gotten away. They never gave her a chance to get away.
By the time that the truck stopped, I'd laid down to sleep. There was nothing I could do, not trapped in leather like I was. I woke when the back end of the truck was let down and I growled at the two men that stood there.
One of the men waved a stick under my nose before pressing the trigger and letting me see how electricity flashed at the tip. I knew he would do it, I had no doubts. I lay back down, allowing them to take me with no resistance. But I stared into their faces, memorizing every feature. If I could get away, those men would pay for their part in kidnapping me.
"She's going into isolation?" I felt his hard hands pulling me toward him. "Don't he usually want them in isolation?"
"Well, she's going there to start. He's got something of a hard on for this cat. He wants her checked out tonight and then brought to his quarters when she's been given a clean bill of health."
"Is it me, or does it seem as if he's gotten a bit stranger in the past few week?"
"Our's is not to question why, our's is just to do or die."
They picked me up between them and carried me into a tent where they took off my leather binding and my muzzle before quickly slamming down the door and trapping me in a small cage that I could barely stand in.
I roared my rage, the sounds of my screams sounding eerie in tent around me. I pushed at the walls of the cage, roaring again when I couldn't make them open or find the clasp of any kind to open the door. By the time I had exhausted myself, another two men were coming into the tent.
"Look at her. Ain't she the prettiest cat you've ever seen?"
The other man looked me over, walking around the cage. He was making me feel extremely nervous, as if he knew my secret and he was going to use it.
"Yeah, Spence. But is she one of them?"
"You were the one that always demands to do the testing, Randolph. Far be it for me to take away you're pleasure. Except this one isn't for you to play with. Mr. Caster wants to do this one himself."
"So what the fuck am I doing out here getting fucking destroyed by mosquitoes?"
"Well, you are the vet and an expert at the shifters. Of course he wants you to make sure she's not going to die like the last one did."
My ears perked when he mentioned the last one and I had a scary feeling that I knew who that was. I snarled at the two of them, striking at them with my sharp teeth and claws.
The man whose name was Spence held up a new cattle prod. He didn't touch me with it; just let the electricity arc between the nodes at the end. I growled at the damn thing, wondering if I could strike fast enough to take that damn thing away from them before he would be able to use it on me.
"Your eyes give you away, sweetness." Randolph laughed at the way I snarled at him. "I say you have two choices. One, you keep up this behavior and my friend, Spence here will shock you until you submit. Two, you give up and let us do what we have to do and then we'll take you where you can rest, no electricity to be used at all. So which is it to be, baby?"
I so badly wanted to tear off his head and take the prod out of Spence's hands to use on him. How would they like it? How would they like not having control over their own lives? Instead, I lay down on my side. But I kept my head up, ready for any chance that I might get to get rid of the two.
Randolph moved closer, reaching between the bars. He looked into my ears and my eyes then lifted my lip to look at my teeth. I hated this, I felt like a cow at auction time. His hand was so close to my mouth, I was drooling. I had an almost overpowering desire to bite off the damn thing and spit in Spencer's face.
Randolph must have been reading my face again because he moved away from my face, stroking his big hands over my chest and stomach.
"Well, she hasn't had kittens yet. Her stomach is beautiful."
I snarled again and felt the prod touch my neck. I relaxed a bit more while Randolph finished his perusal of my body. I jumped when he pushed fingers where fingers shouldn't be, growling loudly as he moved them inside of me. Then he moved back, pulling off a set of rubber gloves. "I'd swear Spence, she virgin."
"Virgin?" Spence laughed and I could feel the fear building in my stomach. It was like a coil, one end digging deep in my belly, the other at my mouth and I thought I was going to be sick. When I heard Spence's voice again, saying the words that I'd been terrified I would hear.
"Well, we've got to know for sure and there's no way to tell for sure unless she'd human." Randolph took the cattle prod from Spence, bending close so that I could hear his words. "I hate to do this to you. You are such a beautiful mountain lion. But the boss says and we've got to do. I hope you'll forgive me."
I curled into a ball at the farthest point of the cage that I could, but it wasn't far enough. I had no defense against what that electricity would do to me. I snarled, batting at the damn prod with my claws, trying to get it away from him and use it on him. But I had no chance. Randolph was fast and he was sneaky. Before I even realized it, the first freezing pain swept through me.
I fell to my side on the ground of the cage, my body spasming as Randolph gave me another jolt. I could feel the change coming on and I screamed in pain and denial. I felt my fur retract and my ears changing. My face grew more human, even as my teeth lost their points. My black hair fell from my head in long waves that reached my waist. I could still feel the amber colored eyes of the cat and I blinked heavily.
Then I was human, using my hair to help hide my body from the two men that stared into my cage, enraptured by the change. I wanted to speak, to call them horrid names and issue virulent threats but the only thing that would come out of my mouth was high pitched squeaks.
Randolph handed the prod back to Spence and then went to a small bucket of water and lifting the ladle into his hands. I could see the water; I could almost smell it and feel it. More than anything else, I wanted that water.
I held my hand out, staring at Randolph with pleading eyes. He smiled and moved closer to the side of the cage. He handed the ladle to me and I gulped it down eagerly, feeling it sooth my dry mouth.
"More?" I rasped and Randolph took the ladle and filled it again, handing it to me to watch as I drained it down.
"Better?" he asked, grinning down at me.
I nodded. "Thank you," I said, my voice barely louder than a whisper.
"You're welcome." He dropped the ladle into the pail and then came back over to me, reaching through the bars to snare my hand. "Up you go sweetness. We need to do a thorough check up before you meet the boss."
I had very little strength left to fight him and I let him drag me up. He turned me before I could reach the cage and he wrapped one large arm against my stomach. It was his other hand that had me kicking and screaming. His fingers pushed between my thighs and I could do little about it. He pushed up against the opening of my vagina and I felt a spurt of pain that was quickly over.
"I was right. The boss is going to be so happy he might even give us a bonus."
"You'll get a bonus for taking me from my home? What kind of people are you?" I could hear the whine in my voice but I couldn't stop it. "How can you do this?"
"You'd be amazed at what men will do for money, sweetness." He hadn't let go of me and his hand was still buried between my thighs.
I could feel his fingers rubbing at my clit. It grew harder and he pinched it gently. "Stop," I wanted to yell, to find a way to turn myself back into a lion, anything to feel the things his fingers were doing to my cunny. "Just stop!"
"You really don't want me to stop," Randolph whispered against my ear. His hand, the one that had been holding me still, slid up my slender waist and up to my breasts. They were full and round with my nipple predominantly closer to the top. He caressed my flesh roughly, tweaking at my nipples and sending another gush of come from my pussy.
I hated what he was doing and I growled low in my throat. It wasn't nearly as impressive and scary as it was when I was a lion. I fought him with everything I could in my human form. "No, leave me alone!"
Randolph chuckled. He was enjoying every single one of my protests. Tears ran down my cheeks and I felt my head beginning to pound. "Please," I sobbed. "Please stop."
Spence laughed. "Just remember buddy, she's virgin and he's not going to want your sloppy seconds."
Randolph sighed. "Yeah, dammit. I could have really made this little kitty purr." He slipped his hands down my body, admiring the curves that I had. I didn't try to pull away again because I knew Spence would keep Randolph in check.
"Well, maybe the boss'll let you have some after he's through."
"Yeah." Randolph reached behind him, drawing a rough cotton dress that had no shape and pulled it over my head. I shoved my arms in the holes and then hugged my arms around my waists. The dress reached my knees and I no longer felt so exposed.
Spence turned toward a small table that was in the corner of the bare room that held my cage. He handed something to Randolph that I didn't quite catch. He grasped my wrists and quickly snapped metal cuffs over them. Then he slid a belt chain around my waist and fastened my wrist cuffs to it. I rattled the cuffs, wanting nothing more than to let my beast loose. But it wasn't responding to my prompting and I could only think that maybe the electricity had screwed up my system in some way.
I wanted to stomp my foot in aggravation but I didn't want to give them the satisfaction. Randolph grabbed my waist chain and tugged me out the door of the cage and along behind them. I sighed but followed meekly for there was no way in my human form to over power them or escape while I was chained.
He took me across a rough patch of ground and I cursed silently as the stones and sticks cut into my feet. I knew I was leaving bloody footprints behind me but there wasn't much that I could do about it. I definitely wasn't going to tell Randolph or Spence of the pain.
Spence knocked on the door of a travel trailer. He waited until someone called out then he opened the door and lifted me easily into the trailer. "Boss, we got a honey for you here. Randolph checked her and she still has her hymen. She's healthy and ornery which I know you like. I think we did good this time, boss."
"And she changes?" a voice in the shadowy interior asked.
"Yes, just like the other one."
The man finally came into the light and I cringed. He was a big man, wearing riding britches and heavily soled boots. His white shirt was tucked into the pants and left unbuttoned to show off the wide muscles of his chest. It stretched over the muscle, the buttons straining to keep him. He looked half wild himself, his brown eyes moving over my body as if he could see it even under the rough shift. His face was hard and I could see the scars, scars he'd gotten from some big cat.
He reached out to me, his hands moved over me, pinching at my nipples, poking at the flesh between my thighs. I cried out even though I didn't mean to. He was rough and I got absolutely no pleasure from his touch. "So little kitty, how do you like my kingdom?"
I stared around and then met his eye. "I think it pretty much sucks."
He laughed and touched my cheek with his fingers stroking over them before he drew his hand back and let it fly, backhanding me so hard it felt link my cheekbone exploded. I hit the floor and then pushed myself up on my elbows still staring at him defiantly.
"Want to try that again?" He held his hand and I knew he would hit me again unless I gave him the answer he wanted.
I swallowed, licking off my lip from where it'd been bloodied. "No," I said softly.
There was silence in the room for a few seconds then the man began to laugh. He let his hand fall to my chin and he lifted my face. "I really respect hearing the truth even if it might cause you more pain."
I nodded and tried not to let him see how shaken I was. He was huge and it was all muscle mass. I knew he could hurt me. But I could only be the person I was. I couldn't cower and try to hide. I had to face him on my feet, eye to eye or at least eye to chest.
He seemed to enjoy my spunk. He picked up the chain that was around my waist and he tugged me further toward him, pressed intimately to him. I could feel the muscles in his chest and the heavy ridge of his cock against my body.
I heard him sigh and felt his hand running over the satiny length of my hair. "It's just too bad you're not mine. I really wouldn't mind taking that cherry."
I didn't say anything. I wanted him to let me go, to let me leave. I stared down at my feet, refusing to look up at him.
"Your name?" he asked me, forcing my chin up so that I had to look up at him. "What's your name?" he asked me again, his fingers hard against my chin.
"Rhys Holly," I gasped.
"Pretty name for a pretty woman. I'm Harland Jones. I will take you to the master when the time is right. Until that time, you will stay away from the men. You'll be fixing meals and cleaning. Understood?"
"There wasn't anything much I couldn't understand." My tone was snippy and I knew he found my little fits adorable.
"Good. I hate having little girls that couldn't cook or clean. You have nothing to worry about tonight. But you will be up before the men wake and you will cook a decent breakfast. They find their own lunches but you will be expected to feed the men at night. I will not have complaining. You will have enough to deal with when the master comes."
I stared around, taking in what he was telling me. It sounded as if I were off limits except those cracks that were thrown at me about the master and what I could expect then. I tried to brush the comments off but I was beginning to get very nervous.
I was led back outside, Harland's hand was hard against my arm, guiding me. I was beginning to really hate this man. He didn't know the difference between helping a lady up and not yanking hard enough to kill her.
"You will have your own tent, Rhys. You will keep it clean and neat at all time." He led me to the tent that would be my home sweet home.
The tent was situated so that they would know what I was doing even when I was left alone.
Harland took my hand, swinging it like we were in love. He tucked me into a different tent. This one was bigger and it had running water. "Could be worse," I muttered.
"You could be sleeping with my men." Harland laughed.
"You could have your nasty runny cock be bitten off." were some of the last words I said with meaning. He'd hit cement as he spun, his hand moving to my chin and holding it so that I could not move it.
"You know, little girl, I don't have to watch the bruises and I could explain a few of them away when the master arrives. So if I were you, I'd watch that tone and your tongue. Now do you want to get cleaned up before I take you to your tent or do you want to wait until tomorrow?"
I could barely get the words out. My throat felt swollen and sore. But I did want to wash him off of me, to at least feel a little cleaner before I went to sleep. The idea of trusting these men wasn't the easiest thing to do, but it looked as if I wasn't getting much of a choice. "I'll get cleaned up," I said hoarsely.
"Please?" he smirked.
"Please." I could ask if I needed to. I didn't need to be a hard ass all the time. And if it helped keep him from bruising me further, I was willing to a point.
Harland laughed. "And here I was told that you weren't reasonable. You feel reasonable enough to me."
I didn't speak, I couldn't trust my runaway mouth to open and give them reason to hurt me more. He was the only man in here and I felt a bit more giving. I lifted my arms over my head, shimmying the rough clothing they given me. It had rubbed against different parts of my body, leaving them sore and red. I tried to ignore the sores but I knew if I didn't wash it off, I could get infection.
The man, Harland, ran his eyes over the darkness of the bruises. He got out a piece of paper and a pen and began to write on it quickly. When he was done, he waved Randolph and Spence to join him at the table.
I couldn't hear what they were saying right off, it was very low but I knew it was about me. Randolph said something else and I watched in horror as Randolph's hand was chopped off with one strike of a machete.
Then he seemed to be giving Spence a choice. I felt bad for him which still didn't mean that I would forgive him from what he'd done to me. I heard my name called and I turned just in time to see Spence's head fly from his body. He almost seemed to spin, he tried to move but then Harland called for his clean up crew. He walked over to where I was washing.
"I did that for you," he whispered carefully missing the spray of water.
"For me?" I crinkled my forehead. "So why must they be punished in such a way?"
It's to be an example for my other crews. You are not to be touched. You will be doing the cooking and cleaning the house as well as darn and mend for any and all of the crew. You are going to be giving a free ride. But you will not use your powers in any way that will be construed as dangerous.
I wanted to laugh at his terms. I could have free rein and I wasn't allowed to use any of my magic or change into my beast. Why would he be stupid enough to order that and expect me to behave? Well fuck him and his group of boy scouts. If I found a way out, I was going to take it. I did my best to hide my decision even after Harland handed me a towel. I dried off as quickly as I could but my brows furrowed when I wasn't given my shift to put back on.
Harland stared down at me with a crooked smile upon his lips. "Come on, sweetness. We've got two more stops to make before you can go to your room."
I tried to cover myself with the skimpy little towel I'd been given. I could feel my hair dripping down my back.
Harland stopped at a flap and pulled me through. He stopped at a trunk, reaching in to pull out a shift and a dress, both of soft cotton. "The boss don't like it when the girls get hurt, especially when it could be fixed so easily. Dress, or do wish for me to help you?"
I pulled the slip shaped shift over my head. It was short, only covering me to just below the curve of my ass. Then unbuttoned the dress and stepped into it. It was soft and smelled good and it fit as if it had been made for me alone. "Thank you, Harland."
His cheeks turned red and he blustered about for a minute or two until he grabbed my arm again and led me out of the room. "I think it's time for a bit of a family reunion."
He pushed through another flap off another tent. I couldn't see her in the gloom and murky dusk. But I damn well could smell her. "Tippin?"
A part of the floor rose and started toward me. Harland stood in front of me and gave Tippin a warning. Then I pushed past him to take her in my arms. "Tippin? Are you okay?"