# Chapter 3: Turnabout

"Your father isn't going to stop you? I don't think my Dad would approve of his daughter getting mixed up in someone else's problems and running far away where she might not be seen again."

"No. He won't stop me. But when have our parents' rules ever stopped us?" The cat winked at Rain, who was still nervous about the whole ordeal.

"Never." She shrugged. "I still don't understand why you're sticking your neck out for us. But..." The vixen rubbed one of her shoulders, "I do appreciate it."

May finished zipping up her own bag, and slung it over her shoulder. "We need to get moving. It will be dark again soon and we'll need the cover of night."

Rain nodded at this, and handed her bag to Malachi, who slung it over his shoulder along with his own, leaving the vixen's arms free. "Let's go, then."

May watched Malachi take both bags, and nearly started to object, but realized that this was not the time. Not until they were out and moving. "You know, Rain, this might be a bit of an educational experience for you."

The vixen opened the door and began to walk out, "I hardly think I'll be back at school any time soon."

The cat hopped down off the porch, checking to make sure Malachi was following. He was. "Not quite what I meant." She chuckled to herself, and lead the way into the forest as the sun began to set.

"Ms. Rain?" Malachi piped up after a bit of walking.

"Yes?" Rain looked over her shoulder.

"We should stop for a moment. Your feet aren't well protected." The wolf set down his pack, looking at them.

"What do you mean?" The vixen looked at him in confusion. They were standing in leaves. What was there to be afraid of?

"He's right, Rain. When we get up ahead, there will be stickers that can get caught in your footpads." The cat shuddered. "Malachi has callouses. I have shoes, but you're padding around barefoot."

Rain sat down on a nearby rock, "Alright, then what do we do about it?"

Malachi pulled off the quite tattered shirt he was wearing, and picked up one of Rain's footpaws, starting to wrap them in cloth. The vixen looked down at him, "What? You're just taking hold of my paws and not even kissing them first?"

"RAIN!" May looked at the vixen, exasperated.

"What? He's a slave. Slaves have to have proper respect." The fox looked at the feline with an incredulous glare, which was returned back to her.

"It's alright, May." The wolf leaned down and kissed each footpaw, before continuing to protect them both with the cloth.

"Malachi..." May's ears lowered. The boy wasn't even standing up for himself.

Footpaws protected, Rain stood back up. "Well, times's awaistin'!"

May gave a curt nod, and started walking again into the forest. It wasn't long before Rain's cloth booties picked up little stickers, keeping her protected.

After several hours of walking, the three began to set up camp. The rising sun made it easier to start setting up their tent. Malachi got to work on that, driving the stakes into the ground and throwing up the tarp.

May started gathering wood, and Rain sat down on her pack, picking the prickles out of her cloth shoes. When May realized Rain wasn't helping, she chastised her.

"What are you doing? Come on, we need to start working on food."

Rain gave her that look again, "May, we have a slave. Why are we doing anything? He can do it all."

May looked exasperated, "Damn it, Rain. We're all on the run here. Status doesn't mean anything!" The girl's hackles raised, tired of Rain's disregard.

"Where do you get off?" The vixen stood to her footpaws, "I guess spending time fucking pretty boys in chains made you forget that some people were meant to serve others. That's why they were born slaves!"

"While others are made slaves," A deeper voice stated. All three of them looked over at the stranger. He was tall, strong. His arms looked like they could cut diamonds. His muzzle was black while his face golden. Triangular ears poked up from slits in his  wide-brimmed hat, and he stood there, chest puffed out-- a German Shepherd.

May froze, eyeing the stranger, "Wh-who are you?"

"Me?" The dog laughed a bit, "The name's Arnim. I'm a specialty slave dealer." He grinned, showing his fangs, "At your service... or perhaps more precisely..." He pulled back the hammer on his revolver, "You're at mine."

Rain's eyes widened, and she looked at him, "Hey, no, you can't do that!"

"I can and I will." Arnim looked into Rain's eyes with a haughty insolence. "You. You I have good use for." He pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and tossed them to Malachi, "You, however, I have little use for. I know they're looking for you, but I've no particular interest in doing their job for them. Bind one of your wrists in the cuffs."

May's eyes darted between the dog and the wolf, as Malachi's ears laid back. He complied, locking one of his paws in the cuffs, and looking at Arnim to hear his next instruction.

"Good boy. Sling the chain over that tree limb there." He gestured to a rather thick branch. Malachi once again did what he was told. "Now, bind your other wrist."

Malachi locked himself around the tree branch.

"Perhaps they'll find you. I'll leave it up to you whether you want to scream for them so they'll hang you, or if you'll prefer to wait and starve."

May's eyes started to well up in tears, "No! Let him go! He's not done anything to you!"

The dog pointed his pistol right at the cat, "Shut up, bitch. You're broken goods. I ought to just shoot you now. No one would buy a mangled slave." May sunk to the ground at those words, trembling in fear. "I still have some use for you, though..."

Arnim aimed the pistol at Rain, "Clothes off." He looked at the cat, "You too, pussy."

Rain stared at the shepherd with fire in her eyes, but she was in no position to argue. She pulled her top off, and unhooked her bra, exposing her pert breasts. She stepped out of her pants and panties, ears flushed red in embarassment, fear, and hate. When she looked over, she saw May discarded her clothing as well.

The dog looked over the girl with lecherous eyes, tracing every countour of her form. "Atta girl. Look at you. You'll fetch a nice price."

"Fuck you." Rain growled at him.

"No worries, girl." The dog flashed a toothy grin, "You will." He licked over his muzzle, "First, though, fuck the cat."

Rain looked at him in disbelief, "What?"

Arnim growled, raising his gun up, "I said, 'FUCK THE CAT.'"

May's eyes darted to Rain's, her muzzle gaping. Rain's hackles raised, but she couldn't well refuse the dog with the gun. She walked over to May, and, with some apprehension, wrapped her arms around her friend, pressing their hips togther. She squirmed a little.

Rain had never considered May sexually. Nor had May fantasized about her. Rain's fingers had never touched another girl's folds. But they did so then. She kept close to May, soft furred breasts pressed together, teasing between her legs in the same way she'd finger herself. Her ears laid back, and she whispered to May.

"I'm sorry... I don't really know... I...." The vixen bit her lip, seething with hate at the dog who was unzipping his pants to expose a rather large erection.

"If you do a good job, maybe I'll keep her around. But if you don't like your friend enough to screw her properly, I guess I could always bury her here."

Rain's fingers went a bit faster, poking between May's legs, "May, please... Moan or something." She whispered to her in fright, "Don't leave me alone with him."

May nodded, eyes darting around. She didn't want this at all-- but she didn't want to die, either. The girl tried to make the noises she made when William would finger her those years ago, closing her eyes and remembering his touch. Rain's paws were in such frightful motion that it was hard to compare the two.

"Is that all you've got?" Arnim stroked his length, pre dribbling onto the leaves covering the forest floor, "You're going to have to step up your game, girls."

Rain pushed May over, and climbed atop her in desparation. She looked over her friend, unsure of how to proceed. Were she a boy, she could have mounted atop her there and ridden her cock like a cowgirl-- something she'd always wanted to try. But May was no boy.

Almost lost for where to put things, Rain picked up one of the girl's legs, tossing her foot over her shoulder, and sliding up her crotch to meet May's, sexes touching together.

May looked up at Rain, "Wh-what are you doing?"

The vixen looked back into her eyes, "I don't know. Just go with it." She ground her crotch against the cat's, clits teasing against one another, and folds pressing together. It felt good, and the pleasure was enhanced by fear. Perhaps they could do this.

Rain looked over her shoulder at their captor, trying to see how he was responding to her lewd actions. He seemed to be leaning in, like he wasn't sure what he thought of this yet.

The vixen looked over the girl, and then tried to think of something to 'spice' the situation up for their viewer. Anything to get him off so her friend could live. She reached forward and took hold of one of May's breasts, "Sorry..." and began kneading it in her paw.  Rain nosed up along May's ankle, and then licked along her footpaw. She made a bit of a face at the taste, but doing this caused her to lean her head back, and gave her an angle to watch Arnim.

It worked. He was quite enjoying himself, stroking that long canid shaft of his while his personal pornographic performers worked to his pleasure.

Rain took hold of one of May's nipples, lightly squeezing and twisting it. May cried out, her hips grinding back against the vixen's. Rain looked down at her, whispering, "He's liking it. I think we'll be ok. Keep it-- urk!"

Rain felt herself yanked back by the hair and dragged away from the cat. Armin pushed her over onto her stomach, and lined his shaft up with her slit, "Good work, bitch. Now for the encore."

Rain cried out, "No! No, please!" The vixen's eyes teared up, and she squirmed under him. The dog paid no heed, making his way into her tight, resisting slit.

"Ooooh... I like it when they fight. Don't you make this easy, now!" He smirked, and forced himself all the way in.

Rain screamed! The force of that length and width bottoming out in one thrust brusing her inside and causing her to flop under the male. He gave the vixen's ass a smack, "Whoa there, girl. Hahaha! Like riding an ornery horse!"

May hugged her knees, watching the brute rape her friend through tear-filled eyes, unable to look away. She trembled, seeing the dog's knot swell up on each thrust in.

Rain gave a whimper each time his hips slammed into hers, the growing bulb of the dog stretching her further with each stroke. Her claws dug into the ground, and she wept, her breath ragged as she started to give up, just laying there and taking it, unable to fight anymore.

Arnim thrust in again, starting to tug back for another strike, but found himself well sealed in the girl. His paws gripped her shoulders, and he ground his knot into her sex, howling out as he filled her with spurt after spurt of his virule seed. He leaned down, and nipped one of the vixen's ears, tugging her head up into the air, and grabbing one of her breasts to squeeze, "All out of fight, huh? Disappointing."

Rain sobbed, tears dropping onto the grass, and rolling down the blades to soak into the ground. Arnim let go of that ear, letting her flop down onto the ground again as she shivered in revulsion, hate, and fear. Arnim pulled his knot right out of the girl, without giving it time to reduce in size.

She gave a frightful shriek, her vulva torn by the force of it, bleeding onto the grass. She only had a moment to cry out before he flipped her over, tits up, and sat on her arms with his knees. The vixen looked up at him through bleary eyes, chest rising and falling with each stuttered sob.

He pulled out some sort of metal thing, and a lighter, heating it up. "You're gonna need to look the part, dearie." He pressed the metal against the girl's shoulder, burning and branding her there. She squirmed and fought, screaming again from the pain of her searing flesh.

He pulled the brand off after a few moments, smirking to himself.

Malachi watched, his ears laying down flat as he saw the girl share his mark.

"Come along now. We have somewhere to be." The dog slipped a collar around her neck, and forced her up to her knees. He looked at the cat, "You. Don't fall behind."

The grin on his muzzle chilled her to the bones, "I have plans for you two."