Wulfen - The Maidens Tale
------ Based on "The Fall of Little Red Riding Hood" e-comic by Jay Naylor ------
Ameria had sat in the cage with the rest of the captives for over a week. The a****listic Wulfen had ambushed the troop column in which she served as the moved North to the conflicted territories on the edge of the Wulfen borders.
The attack had come so suddenly, and from all angles, that by the time the masters-at-arms could call the troops to order, those b**sts were amongst them, slashing and biting with their wicked claws and teeth.
Do no be confused dear reader, though these creatures walk upright like a man, their savage ways mark them out from the proper society of mankind's rule over the land. At first it was simple border skirmishes, driving the b**st back into their forest wilderness, but then reports made their way back to the King of more aggressive actions, whole villages having vanished over night.
Rumours were spreading amongst the common folk of some turning traitor for some inconceivable reason, aiding the Wulfen in their attacks and ferrying them into the kingdom.
Ameria did not know what the b**sts could offer a human that would make they betray their own race and kingdom, and she did not want to know.
When they were first lead into the camp, it became obvious who was in charge. A large female Wulfen, daubed in paint and feathers, would lead the chanting and wolf like howling of their war parties victory celebrations. For long hours the she wolf would stare at the capture soldiers, as if assessing them.
Oric was the first to be taken, dragged from the cage by his thick main of hair. Ameria and the others tried to stop them, but unarmed, a human is no match in close quarters with a fully grown Wulfen warrior. Oric's bellows and screams could be heard for some time as he was dragged deeper into the woods. And then...a deathly silence fell over the woods. And then the howls began to fill the air, at first one then more until it filled the air.
Everyone was shocked Oric was returned to the cage, this time walking slowly as in a haze, unassisted by this captors. He seemed to sit and quietly listening, his head lifting up to listen when ever one of the accursed b**sts would give his voice to the wind.
The next day when the She-wolf came back, Oric stood ready to leave the cage without a shred of resistance, even when his fellows called to him to stay. Another women, Teriu, was harshly dragged from the cage. A much homelier woman than Ameria, Teriu was a much stronger fighter than Ameria could ever hope to be.
Again they were led deep into the forest out of sight, until Teriu's screams tailed off into a whisper on the wind. And again they returned, seemingly in a dream shuffling along with no spark of life in them any more.
Both of their clothing had been shredded, tatters left hanging from their bodies, yet surprisingly no wounds beyond those suffered in the battle. They each also bore the strange paintings upon their body, much like those worn by the Wulfen. That night Oric and Teriu engaged in the most bizarre sexual congress, pawing and scratching at each other, with Teriu clearly the more dominant of the two, forcing Oric (the larger and stronger of the two) to suckle from her pussy like she was his owner.
In the days that followed, more and more of the captured men and women were taken from the cage, dragged to some unknown fate only to be returned as mewling, compliant and sexually charged.
Ameria had lost count of the days since she spoke to another person, her fellow captives reduced to growling and barking at each other, the men nothing more than whimpering cucks to the now naked and heavily painted women.
What kind of depraved and craven spell had been cast upon her fellow soldiers to make them act in such a bestial way?
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Ameria had sat in the cage with the rest of the captives for over a week. The a****listic Wulfen had ambushed the troop column in which she served as the moved North to the conflicted territories on the edge of the Wulfen borders.
The attack had come so suddenly, and from all angles, that by the time the masters-at-arms could call the troops to order, those b**sts were amongst them, slashing and biting with their wicked claws and teeth.
Do no be confused dear reader, though these creatures walk upright like a man, their savage ways mark them out from the proper society of mankind's rule over the land. At first it was simple border skirmishes, driving the b**st back into their forest wilderness, but then reports made their way back to the King of more aggressive actions, whole villages having vanished over night.
Rumours were spreading amongst the common folk of some turning traitor for some inconceivable reason, aiding the Wulfen in their attacks and ferrying them into the kingdom.
Ameria did not know what the b**sts could offer a human that would make they betray their own race and kingdom, and she did not want to know.
When they were first lead into the camp, it became obvious who was in charge. A large female Wulfen, daubed in paint and feathers, would lead the chanting and wolf like howling of their war parties victory celebrations. For long hours the she wolf would stare at the capture soldiers, as if assessing them.
Oric was the first to be taken, dragged from the cage by his thick main of hair. Ameria and the others tried to stop them, but unarmed, a human is no match in close quarters with a fully grown Wulfen warrior. Oric's bellows and screams could be heard for some time as he was dragged deeper into the woods. And then...a deathly silence fell over the woods. And then the howls began to fill the air, at first one then more until it filled the air.
Everyone was shocked Oric was returned to the cage, this time walking slowly as in a haze, unassisted by this captors. He seemed to sit and quietly listening, his head lifting up to listen when ever one of the accursed b**sts would give his voice to the wind.
The next day when the She-wolf came back, Oric stood ready to leave the cage without a shred of resistance, even when his fellows called to him to stay. Another women, Teriu, was harshly dragged from the cage. A much homelier woman than Ameria, Teriu was a much stronger fighter than Ameria could ever hope to be.
Again they were led deep into the forest out of sight, until Teriu's screams tailed off into a whisper on the wind. And again they returned, seemingly in a dream shuffling along with no spark of life in them any more.
Both of their clothing had been shredded, tatters left hanging from their bodies, yet surprisingly no wounds beyond those suffered in the battle. They each also bore the strange paintings upon their body, much like those worn by the Wulfen. That night Oric and Teriu engaged in the most bizarre sexual congress, pawing and scratching at each other, with Teriu clearly the more dominant of the two, forcing Oric (the larger and stronger of the two) to suckle from her pussy like she was his owner.
In the days that followed, more and more of the captured men and women were taken from the cage, dragged to some unknown fate only to be returned as mewling, compliant and sexually charged.
Ameria had lost count of the days since she spoke to another person, her fellow captives reduced to growling and barking at each other, the men nothing more than whimpering cucks to the now naked and heavily painted women.
What kind of depraved and craven spell had been cast upon her fellow soldiers to make them act in such a bestial way?
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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