# Chapter 4: Deliver Us From Evil

Arnim lead the two of them by a leash, their paws bound in front of them as they walked along the forest path. The shepherd looked over his shoulder, "Can't say I'm too disappointed. I came to these woods looking to do a pretty routine delivery, and I come out with a couple more slaves."

Rain's shoulders were slumped. She was trembling, and didn't look up at the dog. Shivering, she felt a bit of his seed drip out from her sex and run down her leg. She hated it-- feeling it in her-- the violation. The indignity. But more than that she was frightened. Where was he taking her? What was he going to do?

If anyone saw her now-- with that brand-- they'd think she was a slave. How would she convince them she wasn't one? That it was all a mistake?

It hadn't even occured to her that she /was/ a slave now. That the perception made it true. Free girls didn't have the brand. Free girls didn't get marched through the woods by leash.

May kept walking. Silent. Her face looked blank, like she was tuning out the horror of her situation. She had not yet been branded, but if anyone found her dead in a ditch somewhere, it's unlikely they would care. Clipped ear, crimped tail? A slut who rides slaves. Got what was coming to her.

No, she didn't want to think about it. Endure. Just endure.

The three soon came upon the camp. There was an unfinished campfire next to a pickup truck, a trailer hitched to the back of it. Rain's canid nose picked up what was inside-- more slaves. 'Packaged' for sale.

Arnim tied May and Rain's lead to the bars of the trailer. The collars they had been given had a lock on them, preventing them from casting them off. With some work, they might be able to claw through the ropes, but he wasn't going to leave them long enough to do it. He just needed to get the campfire going.

Soon enough, the flames were rising, and he pulled his hip flask out, unscrewing the top and taking a swig. Walking back over to the two, he once more examined them. He saw how Rain trembled, in both fear and fury.

"This girl you were fuckin' earlier. She's your friend, huh?" He said, mocking the vixen and gesturing to May. May just stood silent, blank. Rain quietly seethed at him, not saying a word.

Arnim snatched Rain's muzzle, gripping it tight and forcing the girl to look into his eyes. The vixen yipped in surprise and pain, the sudden grab rough on her. "I asked you a question, bitch. When your master asks you a question, you answer it."

"I-I'm not a slave!" She protested. The words barely had made their escape before she yelped in surprise, the back of the dog's paw striking her face. Rain winced, and began to cry, quieting up. She had never been treated like this. Only slaves were handled this way. She wasn't. She wasn't!

"I think you need to understand just how out of control you are, little vixen." The dog gripped May's collar. She stared up at him, that dull expression still on her face. She tried to keep her mind as far from what was happening as possible.

"Pretty dumb looking shit, this one. You sure surround yourself with good company." He gripped the cat's clipped ear and tugged on it. She scrunched her eyes a little. "You know I could just bury you here. I wouldn't even have to kill you first. Let you die underground." He chuckled, leading her around my that damaged part of her, "No one cares about a slut like you."

Rain's eyes darted between the two of them. May didn't offer resistance. She knew it would make things worse. Her eyes glazed over. She thought of William. Maybe she'd join him soon. Was that so bad? She was forced back to reality with a slap to her face, the cat crying out a bit as her eyes refocused on him. "You're going to have to prove you're worth keeping around, you know that?" The dog forced May to her knees, and once again unzipped his pants. His cock was still sticky from mounting Rain earlier, but he ground that meat against May's face.

The cat once more tried to let herself slip away-- to just let him do what he wanted. "I hear cats are pretty good with their tongues. All that grooming you pussies do." He snickered, gripping her muzzle, "Do a nice job, and you'll survive the night."

May looked up at him. She was about to just slip away-- just let him kill her. But her eyes caught Rain, trembling, shivering, helpless and unable to do anything. If she gave up now, the vixen would have to watch her be killed.

She couldn't do that to her friend. No. She had to be strong for Rain. She had to survive. All they had was each other now. If she didn't fight to keep alive, the vixen would be completely alone. May trembled, and slipped her tongue out, brushing it over the dog's shaft, submitting to his whim.

That sickening grin crept up on the dog's face as he looked down into the cat's eyes. "Atta girl. See? You want to live, don't you?" He gave a soft growl as the girl slowly groomed her friend's juices off the canine's cock, shivering and trying not to think too much about what she was doing.

She tried to pretend he was William. That this rough handling was something she'd asked for-- that the boy was sweet and here, and alive. She could only hold the illusion for a few seconds at a time, something always dragging her back to reality. The dog's voice. His growing knot. The look of fear in Rain's eyes.

"You know, I used to be a lawman before I got into slave trading." The dog's paw gripped her ear, and pulled her back as he ground that cock against the girl's face, matting her fur with that mixture of saliva, honey, and seed. He slipped a paw down and gripped one of May's breasts, palming and rubbing it with no shame or pretense of care. "Got to see a lot of slaves hang for fuckin' whores like you."

She tried not to listen. Focus on your task, May. Don't stop. Rain needs you. She slowly opened her muzzle, ready to receive the dog as she shivered in his grasp.

"That's a good little cunt." He forced his hard, knotted cock into her open muzzle, driving all the way into a hilt, and tickling the back of the girl's throat. She squirmed, scrunching her eyes, fighting back tears and failing. He grabbed the top of her head, and started forcing himself deep into her throat. May tried to remember, tried to focus on their last time together-- when she'd asked William to do this for her. She tried to remember how frighetned he was to use her the way she wanted-- how she intended to train him.

"I remember some cat like you, watching her lover go. Most beligerant little bitch I ever saw. Her father had to grip her muzzle shut just to keep her from getting herself killed." He chuckled, "She got to watch her little mouse hang."

No.

"Not you, though. Look at you, taking it like a pro. You know when you've been beaten. I'll bet that bitch ended up dead by next week. No self control. Fucking slaves, trying to fight the law." He snickered to himself, "Damn, your throat is tight."

It was. She was choking back tears-- hate, bile. She remembered-- this dog, his face... his voice. It was grating enough, but this was why she couldn't concentrate in spite of it. He was there. He was the one guarding the two of them-- the one who handed her father the crimper and clip.

"Oh, yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about." He forced his cock in deeper, that knot full and cramming in the girl's mouth. Her lips went over it, teeth worked behind the bulb as the dog forcefed the cat his heated, violent spunk. "Nnnghh... good little bitch."

Fuck you.

The dog cried out in pain, his arms reaching down to strike the girl, but she's already moved up, claws extended. The fury in her eyes was as red hot as the blood dribbing from her muzzle.

Rain yelped in surprise-- trying to figure out what happened. The blood-- it was everywhere. What was going on?

More of it came in quick, hot sprays, spurting onto the vixen's chest as she screamed. May's claws tore into the dog's throat as she fought him to the ground, spitting his own mangled meat back into the dog's face as his paws reached up, trying to hold the wound closed with one, and fight her off with the other. He was getting weak, and fast, but he grasped his gun, raising it to fire at the cat.

May grabbed the barrel, and forced it forward and against the dog. His finger slipped, and the gun tore into the silence of the night. May tumbled back in surprise, covered in blood and looking like something out of a nightmare. She started to heave, rolling onto all fours, and vomiting the contents of her stomach onto the ground.

Purge it. Get him out of me!

She slumped back into sitting up, staring at the stars, and trying to collect herself.

"Shit! Holy fuck, May! You fucking murdered him!" Rain's vocabulary left something to be desired this evening. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" She fell to her knees and hugged them, staring at the mangled body. "Oh God, Oh, God, they're gonna kill us. They're gonna kill us!"

May stumbled up and over to Rain, and slapped her, gripping the girl's shoulders, and looking into her eyes, "Calm the fuck down!" Rain seemed to follow the instruction properly, staring right back at the cat's eyes. May had occasionally been cross with her, but had never slapped her before. Rain's shock kept her eyes away from the body.

"We have to get moving. They're going to find us if we don't keep moving!" The cat rummaged over to the corpse, and grabbed the dog's belt, pulling it around her hips and taking his gun. She fetched his keys, and unlocked her collar, letting it fall to the ground. She held Rain's head, "Hold still."

Rain let May uncollar her, and she rubbed her neck, "How do we get the brand off?"

May's ears wilted, "We don't. We find your blouse and we hope no one sees you naked."

"But how will anyone know I'm not a slave if they see my brand?" May growled, and forced Rain against the back of the trailer. Rain's eyes went wide with fear.

"Rain, you ARE a slave! You're branded, and you have no papers of release! What do you call a person like that?"

"But I-I wasn't born or--"

"WHAT DO YOU CALL A PERSON LIKE THAT?" May's eyes were furious. She HAD to understand!

Rain started to break down and cry, "A s-slave...." She finally choked out, "Oh, God, May. I don't want to be a slave! I don't want to be..."

May pulled Rain into a close hug, comforting the girl as they held each other there. "You have to understand, Rain. We can't let anyone see. We can't let anyone catch us, or your future will only contain either manual labor, or sucking the cock of someone who thinks you don't qualify as a person." May wasn't going to mince words. Not now that she had Rain's attention.

She didn't, however, say more than that on the subject. She just held Rain, and helped her to her feet, standing in the line of sight of the corpse so the vixen didn't have to see it.

"We have a truck now. It'll help us get where we need to go faster. Come on, we need to find Malachi..." She lead her friend through the woods, trying to retrace their steps.

"M-May... back... when he captured us, and he made us..."

The cat placed her paw to Rain's muzzle. "Shhh...." She cooed to the vixen, "It's alright. I know." The vixen went quiet then, following along with May, clinging to her.

"Malachi?" May called into the woods, "Malachi, are you out there?"

"Over here, ladies!" He called to them, the wolf still hanging on the tree branch to those cuffs. May walked through the woods, her night vision helping some, but she was still having difficulty finding the wolf. She fiddled with the belt, finding a flashlight, and shining it around. Ah, there he was.

"What happened?" He was quite surprised to see them, but his tail wagging showed how happy he was.

"May killed the guy!" The Rain said, still too astounded by the fact to really go into detail.

The wolf looked at the cat, who proceeded to unlock his cuffs.

"Good heavens, May. Are you alright?" Malachi's concerning question was enough to break her down into tears. No, she wasn't.

The wolf scooped the cat and vixen into his arms, holding them both close and to his chest. He may not have been the biggest, strongest creature, but his muscles were well toned from his work, and his strength comforted the two girls as he held them. He had to fight crying too, and focused on following the girl's scent trail to lead them back to the camp.

When they arrived, May started toward the driver's side of the truck, fumbling with the keys to unlock the door.

"May..." The vixen's voice trailed as she looked over at the trailer.

The cat turned around, and stared at it. She walked over to it, stood in front of those doors, and unlocked them.