Serf

Written by S. M. Wolf

Copyright © 2002 by S. M. Wolf, all rights reserved. Reproduction and distribution of this work by any means without the expressed written permission of the author, or hotlinking from another website without the expressed written permission of the author and BondoFox, is expressly forbidden. Similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental.

Stella knew the one absolute rule for all serfs. Never steal from the Lord. But her mate was dead and their two raccoon cubs were starving. There was no alternative. She had snuck through the winter snow and found an unguarded entrance to the castle in the servant's quarters. She had made it into the storeroom okay, but she had literally run into Lord William himself on her way out. She had dropped her booty and tried to run, but he had grabbed her and brought her down almost immediately. She had compounded her crime of stealing food from her Lord by ripping his clothing with her claws as she fought to get away.

Lord William had summoned the guards. She had pleaded with them, but her cries fell on deaf ears. The guards had taken her to the dungeon and locked her away in a cell. When they departed, she was left in total darkness to ponder the likely fate of a thin female raccoon at the paws of her angry Lord.

Time passed slowly for Stella as she lay in a corner of the cell. She had no idea what fate awaited her. She was a serf, and as such the virtual property of her Lord. He could do anything he wished to her in punishment for her crimes, and no one would raise a finger to help her.

Some time later she saw a faint glow coming from underneath the heavy wooden door of her cell. She heard a key grate in the cell door lock. The door opened, and Stella threw up her right paw to shield her eyes from the glare of the torch.

Three guards stood in the passageway. Two came in and grabbed Stella by her arms and lifted her up. They half dragged her out of the cell and down the dank hallway.

"Please, don't torture me. I'm sorry --" she babbled at the guards.

One of the guards cuffed her head to silence her.

"You're not half as sorry as you will be before the night is over!" he growled at her.

The guards took her up a flight of step to the main floor of the castle. They passed several furs in the brightly lit hallways. All pulled to the side in terror and watched her pass. Apparently everyone knew what she had done. From the look of fear in their eyes Stella guessed they also knew what her punishment was to be.

The sound of revelry reached her ears. Her Lord appeared to be hosting a feast. Stella began to remember some of the stories told around the fire on cold winter nights after the cubs were in bed. The Lord was known for some 'peculiarities'. Few if any serf had truly witnessed them, but the rumors persisted nonetheless. Stella began to quake in the grasp of the guards.

The guards hauled Stella along the hallway. She tried to slow them by dragging her feet, but they simply used their superior strength to pick her up. They went around a final turn and entered the Great Hall.

The Great Hall was about forty feet long and twenty feet wide. The arched ceiling reached up to twenty feet above the cobblestone floor. The stone walls were covered with brightly colored tapestries. Torches placed in holders along all four walls and four chandeliers hanging from the ceiling provided light. Banners commemorating her Lord's many victories in battle hung from the rafters and beams of the ceiling. Most were blood red.

The guards had brought her into the Great Hall though a door behind the High Table. Lord William sat with his back to her. Two richly dressed warriors, a white stoat and a weasel, sat on either side of him. On both sides of the hall were rows of tables. Another ten or so warrior furs were eating at them. They were a mixture of stoats, weasels, otters and wolves. Collectively they commanded Lord William's troops and levies.

One by one each of the fur warriors in the Great Hall put down their drinks and stared at her. Stella was assaulted with the naked lust on the face of all of them. She tried to turn and run, but the guards held her securely in their grasp.

Lord William was the last to turn around. Seeing her, he stood and walked over to her. He was an older wolverine, now almost thirty-five summers old. His brown and black fur and bushy tail were highlighted with hints of silvery fur. He was dressed in a dark blue robe and black pants. He was wearing heavy black leather boots on his feet. A wide belt circled his waist. On the belt was an ornate knife.

Stella shivered as he lifted a paw and ran his sharp claws through the fur of her chin. He grinned at her reaction.

"Well, the little thief is here! And just in time to provide the evening's entertainment," Lord William loudly proclaimed.

Lord William turned and waved his left paw in the general direction of the High Table.

"Come, Serf Raccoon! The guests await! It is time to begin the show."

Stella looked in the direction Lord William was pointing. About ten feet in front of the High Table and directly underneath one of the chandeliers was a slant rack. Ropes were arranged at the top and bottom of the rack to tightly secure the victim to the heavy wooden top.

Beside the rack was a small table. Arrayed on top of the table were a variety of whips, canes, gags, and paddles.

In an undertone Lord William ordered the guards, "Put her on the rack."

The male furs went wild as Stella was lead to the rack. They yelled, screamed, and hooted as she was marched across the floor of the Great Hall. The din increase as the guards lifted her up onto the rack and placed her feet on the board on the lower end. The guests jeered Stella as she vainly tried to stop the guards from tying the ropes to her wrists and ankles.

The guards were soon done. Stella lay tightly stretched out on the rack. Her arms and legs were spread wide by her bonds. A fifth rope secured her tail to the center of the lower end of the rack. Her ample bosom was thrust up into the air. From her half reclining position, she saw Lord William leave the High Table. She tracked his every movement as he walked to her right side.

Stella turned her head to look him in the face and pleaded, "Please, Lord, spare me. I have cubs at home. They are starving to death! I was only taking food for them. I -- "

" -- am a thieving serf who was caught and will now be punished for stealing from her Lord!" Lord William finished for her. The assembled warriors roared their approval.

Lord William raised his right paw for silence. The guests quieted and leaned forward over their tables. They watched him in anticipation.

Once he had total silence, Lord William continued loudly, "And your punishment starts now!"

Quicker than the young female raccoon's eyes could follow the wolverine slashed downward with his claws. The cloth of her blouse ripped as his claws cut through it. The male furs roared again at the glimpse of Stella's chest fur, but Lord William was not satisfied. He grasped the edges of the tear in both paws and ripped Stella's blouse wide open. Being only a serf, she was wearing nothing underneath. Her entire chest stood exposed to the crowd of rowdy furs. Lord William folded back the edges of her tattered blouse and stepped back to allow all to see her ample assets.

Stella could only lay on the rack as the warriors went wild at the sight of her large breasts. Many yelled crude comments back and forth amongst themselves. Some even directed jeers directly to her. Stella closed her eyes and started to weep at the verbal abuse. She was alone, scared and totally unprepared for what was happening to her.

Lord William allowed the tide of noise to slowly fall off on its own as he ran his eyes over Stella’s prone figure. As the noise level returned to a more normal level, he picked up a whip from the table. It was made from braided leather about the diameter of his small finger. It was twice the length of his forearm with a handle two paw spans long.  He enjoyed using this particular whip because the wooden handle fit so comfortably into his right paw.

Lord William stood on the right side of the rack and casually flicked the whip upward. It landed lightly on the upper half of Stella's breasts.

Stella opened her eyes as she felt the slight weight fall on her breasts. She bent her head as far down as she could to see what was laying on top of her. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when she saw the whip. Wordlessly she shook her head no. Surely her Lord would not use this thing upon her!

"Serf, as the first part of your punishment, you will receive six lashes with the whip," Lord William proclaimed.

He leaned over her and stared down at her face.

"On your bare breasts!" he added.

Stella’s scream of fear was drowned out by the crowd cheering their Lord's selection of punishment.

Stella could only watch as Lord William took a half step back. He swung the whip back and forth several times to warm up. Each time the whip cracked, Stella jumped in her bonds.

Lord William raised the whip and brought it down on Stella's right breast. She felt a line of fire appear on the underside of her breast and extend over to her cleavage.

"AAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed in pain. Her back arched as she tried vainly to escape the pain.

The crowd roared again. Many of the furs laughed at her as she flopped around on the rack.

Lord William raised the whip again and brought it down. The tip flicked across the nipple of her left breast. Stella screamed as loud as she could and tried to turn her body away from the whip. The ropes held her too firmly. She could only lie flat on the rack and accept whatever punishment Lord William chose to deliver with the whip.

Lord William raised the whip a third time and brought it crashing down on the nipple of Stella's right breast. She tried to scream but she was in so much pain she could not catch her breath to make any sound. Soft croaks escaped from her gaping mouth.

Seeing her troubles, Lord William paused a few moments while she caught her breath. Once he saw she was taking large gulps of air, he raised the whip a fourth time and lashed out. The tip snaked over the top of Stella's left breast and left an angry red line visible through her thin fur. Her cry of pain was answered by a roar from the male furs as they reveled in her agony.

Lord William delivered the last two lashes in quick succession. The first sliced across the top of her right breast. Before the pain even registered he brought a stroke down on the underside of her left breast. The combined pain was too much for Stella. She screamed once before passing into blissful unconsciousness. Faintly she was aware of the cheers of approval as Lord William bowed to the assembly, placed the whip on the table and returned to the High Table.

The first thing Stella was aware of as she began returning to consciousness were the burning flames in her breasts. She moaned and rolled her head from side to side as she slowly became aware of her surroundings. The second thing she was aware of was the smell of food. The dinner had been served while she was out. She could hear the furs around her eating and carousing. The smell of food so close to her yet denied to her was another torture to the starving female raccoon.

Stella opened her eyes. In front of her at the High Table Lord William and his two guests were devouring a sumptuous meal. Despite her predicament, Stella's stomach rumbled at the sight of all the fine food. It had been days since she had eaten. Lord William became aware of her being awake. He slumped back in his seat and stared her in the eyes. She could not read the look on his face.

The other furs became aware of her return to awareness as well. She could hear them making crude comments about her and speculating about the punishments she would receive later that night. Many of their remarks sent chills up and down her spine.

Dinner passed far too quickly for Stella. The servants brought in several courses. None would allow Stella to catch their eye. She could tell they were deathly afraid of the game their Lord and his captains were playing with her.

The last of the plates were cleared away.  The furs in the Great Hall relaxed back in their chairs. Stella was terribly aware that the eyes of everyone were upon her as she lay stretched out on the rack. Lord William called for the servants to bring more wine and bade his warriors to fill their cups so they would not be distracted during the night's entertainment.

When all were ready, Lord William stood. He took off his robe and laid it across the back of his chair. He stood stripped from the waist up. Stella could see the carved muscles of the warrior wolverine underneath his fur. Daily weapons practice kept him as fit as any eighteen-year-old fur. Now, though, the muscles would be put to another purpose.

Lord William walked over to Stella and pulled out his knife. She shrank from the sight of it, thinking he was about to cut her flesh. Instead Lord William grabbed the right cuff of her blouse and cut it open with his knife. He worked the knife down her arm until he reached the rip on the front. He went to the other side of the rack and repeated the process with the left arm of her blouse. With a flourish, he grabbed the left shoulder of her blouse and pulled it off her. She lay there naked from the waist up in full view of the male furs. The assembled warriors roared in appreciation of her half-nude form.

Stella watched as Lord William leaned over and inserted the knife under the waist of her dress. She felt a tug as the knife cut through the ties at the top of her dress. Lord William continued down and sliced her dress front apart. The tatters lay on top of her legs. Small amounts of fur could be seen though the opening. Several of the male furs leaned forward in hopes of a better view. Many also had a look of expectation on their faces..

Lord William slid his knife back into its sheath. He grabbed a pawful of cloth at her waist and another near the bottom of her dress. The room went silent, and Stella could hear the intake of several fur's breath. Lord William paused dramatically, and then her whipped her dress off Stella.

The company went wild as Stella's nude body was fully revealed to them.

Lord William clapped his paws. Three guards entered the Great Hall. Two went to the rack and undid the ropes that were binding Stella. With a surge of hope she thought they were releasing her, but instead they flipped her over and tied her face-down on the rack. Her legs were bound together at mid-thigh, above and below her knees and at mid-calf. The guards used cinch ropes to pull the ropes painfully taut. Her ankles were secured to the middle of the bottom end of the rack. Her arms were again tied to the corners of the top end leaving her arms spread wide above her head.

One of the guards released a catch and the rack rotated down to lie horizontally. Rings set in the bottom of the rack surface disappeared inside of holes in the legs of the rack. The other guard slid two pegs into the holes to firmly attach the top. There was no danger of the top flipping up now.

The third guard threw a rope over one of the exposed ceiling beams. One of the guards at the rack grabbed an end and tied it tightly to the tip of her tail. The third guard pulled the rope taut. Stella's tail was lifted high into the air. Stella begged for mercy, but the guard continued pulling until he had her hips a pawspan off the rack. He tied the end of the rope to a ring set in the wall. Stella did her best to support her weight on her arms and legs, but her tail still felt like it was being pulled off.

Stella's position revealed her pussy and pink ass hole in intimate detail to the stoat and weasel at the High Table. Stella was acutely aware of them staring at her cunt lips. They were unusually large for most female furs. She felt Lord William grab them and spread them agonizingly wide.

"A pleasant view, isn't it, my friends?" Lord William asked the two male furs at the High Table.

The stoat and weasel lifted their goblets and loudly proclaimed in unison, "Aye!"

"I'll leave a bit for you after I'm done, then."

Stella watched as Lord William went back to the table. His paws roamed over the selection of tools available to him. He suddenly smiled and picked up a switch. It was the diameter of his forefinger and an arm length long. He swished it back and forth. He seemed pleased with his choice and turned to Stella with a large grin on his muzzle. She could only stare in horror at the switch in his paw.

Lord William solemnly intoned, "For the next portion of your punishment, you will receive three dozen lashes on your flanks and ass. Following that, any fur here who wishes may use you for his pleasure."

"NO!!!" Stella screamed, but her cry was drowned out by the bellows of joy from the male furs in the audience.

Lord William ignored Stella. He brought the switch back even with his head and swung it down hard to land on her left flank. The Great Hall was filled with the crack of wood striking furred flesh. After a moment, Stella's scream echoed throughout the Great Hall as the pain emanating from her butt reached her brain. Beneath her brown fur a welt a pawspan long rose on her tender flank flesh.

Lord William slowly delivered blow after blow to Stella's unprotected ass. He laid down six parallel welts two finger widths apart on her left flank working from even with her tail down to the top of her thigh. He switched his target to her right flank and laid down a matching set of welts on her right flank. Stella screamed loudly each time the switch raised a weal on her flanks.

Lord William paused and walked over to the High Table. He picked up his goblet and drank a deep draught. The break allowed Stella to try to catch her breath. Mostly though she just lay on the rack whimpering in dread at the thought of the blows yet to come.

Refreshed, Lord William returned to his work.

The next six lashes landed on Stella's left flank again. Lord William adjusted the angle of the blows to lay them down across the swollen welts of the first six. Stella screamed and asked for mercy, but her Lord disregarded her cries. She could only weep uncontrollably as Lord William moved to the left side of the rack and laid down six backhanded lashes on her right flank.

Stella's entire world was reduced to the sound of the switch cutting through the air, the crack as the switch landed on her butt and the pain as the weal rose beneath her pelt. She no longer was conscious of the many cheers from the male furs as each blow landed on her upturned ass.

Lord William laid down his switch on the rack and inspected his work. Under Stella's fur he could feel twenty-four welts crisscrossed her flanks from tail to thighs. He ran a paw over her ass. Stella yelped in pain as his gentle touch sent waves of pain racing through her flanks.

Lord William moved around to look at Stella's face. Her eyes were unnaturally wide with her whites showing. Her breathing was labored and ragged. Foam covered her lips and drool trickled down her muzzle and jaw to collect on the top of the rack.

"Wine," Lord William ordered.

A wine skin was thrown to Lord William by one of the furs. He uncorked it and placed the tip to Stella's lips. He dribbled a small amount into Stella's open mouth.

Stella became aware of the taste of wine in her mouth. It helped bring her back to her senses. Weakly she said, "Thank you, Milord."

Lord William replied, "Don't take it to be a mercy. I just want to make sure you are alert for the last third of your lashes."

Lord William picked up the switch again. He placed himself even with her left flank. This time he gently tapped the switch up and down her ass from the base of her tail well down her thighs. He came back to the lower curve of her ass several times. Even in her pain Stella was surprised to feel her crotch warm as the switch tapped her cunt lips. Lord William even stroked her pussy lips repeatedly with the tip of the switch. She shifted uncomfortably under his strokes.

Stella's respite ended abruptly when Lord William raised the switch and brought it down hard across her ass just below her tail hole. He was careful not to break her skin or raise a welt, but Stella still screamed in pain and terror.

Lord William's next blow landed low on the back of Stella's thighs. She was unprepared for the sudden pain from her legs. She screamed and collapsed into uncontrollable weeping. Lord William did not stop. He paced his blows to allow the pain from each to rise to a maximum and just start to subside as the next blow fell.

Lord William alternated his blows from high on Stella's ass to low on her thighs. Each time though the gathered furs could see him move ever closer to Stella's now open cunt lips. Many of the furs moved out from behind their tables to stand beside the rack to get a better view. Several rhythmically clutched their crotches as Lord William worked closer to his ultimate objective.

Four blows fell above Stella's cunt, and four blows fell below it. Lord William took careful aim and landed the ninth blow even with the upper end of her slit. Stella's scream was mixed with a startled yelp as she felt a strange sexual excitement as the switch brushed against her exposed cunt lips. Her eyes flew open even wider in surprise at the strangely pleasurable sensations coming from her crotch.

Lord William drew out the final three blows. He waited almost a minute before raising the switch again. The tenth blow landed a finger width lower. It stung Stella's large pussy lips. She shrieked in pain, but once the pain washed away she was left with a strange warmth in her crotch that continued to grow as she waited for the eleventh lash.

Lord William delivered a crashing blow to Stella's ass three fingerbreadths above the junction of her legs and ass. Stella screamed as much in surprise and shock as pain when the blow sent pleasure racing through her now engorged cunt. Her cunt juices started streaming down the back of her thighs. The furs surrounding her laughed as her opened her mouth in shock. Her scream was soon replaced with groans of sexual desire as Lord William waited for her body to respond.

Lord William raised the switch for the thirty-sixth and final time. He brought the blow in low and struck barely above Stella's thighs. Her scream was more from pleasure than from pain as the blow landed heavily on her distended cunt lips. It sent her to the peak of sexual arousal, but, as Lord William intended, it failed to send her over the top to an orgasm.

Stella was left lying on the rack in a highly aroused state with pain coursing through her abused ass. Around her the male furs cheered their Lord as he placed the switch back down on the table. Stella did not care though. She was clenching and unclenching her ass cheeks trying to both ease the pain and bring herself over the top to orgasm.

Lord William bowed to the weasel and stoat still sitting at the table.

"Would you care to sample this fine wench's cunt, my friends?" he asked them.

The weasel turned to the stoat and said, "Be my guest to go first, Lord Harry."

The stoat stood up and walked around to stand in front of Stella. As she watched he removed his clothing. His cock was already unsheathed and fully erect. It was thin, barely as big as her thumb, but it was long, a good two paws at least. The pink of his prick stood out in sharp contrast to his white belly fur.

Lord William clapped his paws again. Two guards appeared. One brought in a strange cushion. It was fashioned in the shape of a cylinder about two arms long and three paws in diameter.  It was covered in black leather and heavy stitching. The guard slid it under Stella’s hips.

The second guard untied the rope holding her up by her tail from the ring in the wall. She sighed as the great tension was released and her hips were lowered down onto the pillow. The first guard cut the rope with a knife leaving a two-foot length dangling from the end of Stella's tail. He grabbed the rope and walked around the rack to Stella's left side. A ring was set in the side of the rack even with Stella's hips. He ran the end of the rope through the rig and tied it off. Stella's tail now arched down her legs and back up to the rack in a half circle.

The second guard drew out a small step from underneath the rack and placed it on the right side of the rack near Stella's calves. The first guard cut the ropes holding Stella's legs together. She sighed as the ropes cutting deep into her flesh were removed. He also released her ankles. Each guard grabbed one of her ankles and spread her legs as wide as the top of the rack. They pulled her body taut over the pillow and retied her ankles to the corners of the rack.

Stella was left exposed to the whims of any male fur that cared to mount her.

With a bow to their Lord, the two guards left the Great Hall.

The stoat walked around to Stella's right side. She followed him the best she could by twisting her head about. She watched helplessly as he mounted the step and knelt behind her. He grabbed the center of her tail and lifted it high in the air. She felt the tip of his prick graze her cunt lip an instant before he rammed his hard member deep into her cunt. She screamed at the intrusion. He withdrew partially and rammed his cock back into her.

The stoat worked quickly, rapidly thrusting in and out of her cunt. Her juices had started to flow from the last blows of the switch, and the repeated thrusts were unexpectedly exciting Stella. Her pussy quickly moistened. Soon she was moaning in pleasure. She had not achieved an orgasm though when she felt the stoat’s body stiffen as he made a final thrust deep into her. He swiftly filled her cunt with his cum.

Stella did not have long to wait for her next fuck. Even as the stoat was descending the step the weasel from the High Table appeared in front of her and quickly undressed. His cock was thicker that the stoat's, but only a bit over a paw long. She watched as he too mounted the steps and positioned himself behind her. She came with his first hard thrust. Her shrieks of pleasure filled the Great Hall as loudly as her screams of pain had so recently done.

The weasel finished quickly as well. Another male fur appeared in front of Stella, an otter this time. Like the two visiting lords, he quickly undressed and displayed his rampant member to Stella before mounting the rack and her. Unlike the first two, he bent over almost double to lay along her back. He played with her tits, rubbing her sore but erect nipples between his fingers. Her screeches of pleasure were mixed with his grunts as both reached orgasm together.

Most of the remainder of the night was a blur of male furs undressing before Stella. She came to appreciate the wide variety of sexual tools the males possessed. Some were long, others thick. Each would proudly show off his member before burying it deep in Stella.

Stella did remember one wolf clearly. His pelt was coal black and his eyes yellow-green embers. His member was easily three paws long and half a paw in diameter not counting his knot. After wetting the entire length of his shaft in her cunt, he withdrew completely and adjusted his aim higher. The tip of his prick forced its way past the tight muscles of her anus. Stella yelped in pain, but her anal muscles quickly relaxed. The wolf waited until he felt the resistance from her anal muscles lessen and then began thrusting vigorously into her ass hole. Thankfully for Stella he did not bury his knot into her. Stella got two orgasms from the unfamiliar but very pleasurable sensations of the wolf's anal rape of her.

All of the males save Lord William mounted her at least once. Some chose to have her multiple times. Several chose her cunt again while others drove their pricks deep into her rectum or forced her to open her muzzle and suck them off. She lost track of how many times she was covered. A large pool of white jism had formed on the top of the rack between her legs from the flow dribbling out of her cunt and down her thighs by the time the last male rolled off her. She could not tell for sure how late it was, but it felt like it was well past midnight. She had to have been tied down on the rack a good seven hours. Her tits and ass still hurt from the lashes she had received, but the warm afterglow coming from her crotch and tail hole more than compensated for the pain.

The three guards that had brought her to the Great Hall reappeared. While they released her from the rack Lord William slipped out of the Great Hall with his guests and took them back to their quarters. Stella wobbled and had to be assisted out of the Great Hall. She expected the guards to return her to the dungeon, but instead they took her up several flights of stairs to a large wooden door guarded by two large wolverine warriors, members of Lord William's personal guard.

One of the wolverines knocked on the door. Stella could hear a muffled "Come!" from within. The guard opened the door, and Stella's escort took her into the room.

The room was mostly dark. Lord William stood beside the fireplace sipping wine. He had put his robe back on. In the dim light from the fire Stella could see a long table in front of the fire. At the end closest to the door was a chair and a platter with a large amount of food, remnants of the feast served below in the Great Hall.

"Leave us," Lord William ordered the guards.

The guards closed the door behind them as they departed.. Stella was left alone in the Lord's personal quarters with her Lord. He pointed to a chair beside the table and commanded her, "Be seated, Stella."

Stella hobbled across the room and took the proffered seat. She kept her head lowered as was proper for a serf in the presence of her betters, but that proved to be a mistake. She was staring directly at all the food. Its odor wafted up to her sensitive nose. She began to drool uncontrollably.

"Eat," Lord William commanded her.

Stella needed no further encouragement. Ravenously she dug into the food and stuffed as much as she could into her mouth as rapidly as she could. Lord William turned back to the fireplace. He took the poker and stirred up the logs to revive the flagging fire within. He added a couple of logs and watched the renewed flames dance within it. He placed one paw on the mantle and seemed to be lost deep in thought.

Stella finally slowed down her eating but did not stop. It had been weeks since she had eaten even half as much food during an entire day as was in front of her now.

Lord William turned his head and asked Stella, "What is the first rule of a serf?"

Stella hurriedly swallowed the salad greens in her mouth. She felt a hard knot in the pit of her stomach. She lowered her muzzle and quietly replied, "Never steal from the Lord."

"And yet you stole food from me, Stella."

"I-- I know, my Lord. I... I'm sorry, but my cubs are starving to death, and I couldn't think of any other way to feed them."

The silence seemed to drag on forever.

"Stella," Lord William asked her, "what is the first rule for a lord with regards to a serf?"

Stella racked her brains, but no answer came to mind.

"Milord, I do not know," she replied after several seconds.

"It is the responsibility of the Lord to protect and nurture his serfs and to see to their well being. That includes seeing that they are fed when they have no food of their own. As a recent widow you could have petitioned me for food and received it."

When the import of her Lord's words sank in she broke down weeping. She realized all the pain and suffering she and her cubs had experienced not only that day but for past several weeks could have been avoided simply by coming to the castle and asking for food. Lord William turned back to the fire and watched it as he waited for Stella to regain her composure.

When she stopped crying Lord William turned back to Stella.

"For your information, I sent my old Nanny and one of our young assistant cooks to your hut this morning. They had plenty of food and warm clothing with them. They have been looking after your two cubs and seeing that they are warm and well fed."

Stella slid out of the chair and dropped to her knees in front of Lord William. She took his free left paw in her paws and pressed her forehead to the back of his paw in a show of respect.

"Thank you, Lord. Thank you,” she repeated over and over.

Lord William allowed Stella to carry on for several seconds before extricating his paws from hers. He pointed to the chair and the waiting food. She sat back down and continued eating. As she did so, Lord William told her the final portions of her punishment.

"Stella, what is the main responsibility of a serf to his lord?" he asked her.

Stella replied, "To work the land for him and provide him with the fruit of his labors."

"Stella, how do you intend to work the land come spring?"

The food in Stella's mouth suddenly turned to sawdust. It was a question she had been asking herself as well. No one had come courting her following her mate's death. Many of the other serfs whispered behind her back that his wasting disease had been revenge from Stella for being unfaithful to her. In truth his constant flirting had angered her, but he had never once gone beyond a saucy wink. Stella had cried honest tears the day they had buried him. Her family and his had ostracized her after his death. Most of the serfs also refused to talk to her.

"Lord, I have no idea," she meekly confessed.

"I thought as much. Since you cannot work the land for me and as further punishment, I hereby strip you of your land."

Stella's head whipped up, and she stared at her Lord in horror.

"Lord, the hut is the only shelter I have for my cubs. It is the dead of winter. We cannot survive without shelter. Where will we go?" she cried.

"Today and tomorrow you will remain in my quarters while I exact the final portions of your punishment. Others will care for your cubs. Then you will go back to your hut and move your cubs and possessions to a two-room hobble built against the inside of the wall that is waiting for you. Normally they are reserved for married officers, but in your case I have decided to make an exception."

Stella stared at Lord William while he took another sip of wine from his goblet.

"Besides," he continued with a bit of a wry smile, "you would probably just have to move again before spring if I put you elsewhere. Three of the males who raped you tonight inquired if you were mated. You should have several suitors before the end of the week."

Stella could not believe her sudden reversal of fortune.

"Thank you, milord!"

"Of course, you still have to endure your final punishment of the night and additional punishment tomorrow and the next day," he informed her.

"More punishments?" Stella wailed.

Lord William walked over to the table and pushed the dishes to the far end. He took Stella's right paw and raised her up out of the chair. He shoved the chair out of the way with his left foot. He turned Stella around to face the table. She turned her head to watch him, a fearful look on her muzzle.

Lord William pressed his left paw against the center of Stella's back. She was forced to bend over the table. He coerced her to lay down with her ass hanging over the edge of the table. He reached down and grabbed her right knee. He picked up her right leg and laid her thigh on the table with most of her calf and foot dangling over the side. Her pussy was stretched wide. A thin stream of cum drizzled from her gaping slit down the inside of her left leg.

"Stella, for your final punishment, you will spend tonight and the next two days serving your Lord's pleasures in, and out, of bed, starting right now!"

Lord William moved to Stella's right side. In the orange glow of the firelight she could see him take off his robe and toss it onto the table. This time he did not stop there. He sat on the edge of the table and pulled off his boots. She heard them land with a clatter on the stone floor in the gloom beyond the firelight. He undid the ties holding his pants up and slid them down over his hips and legs. They joined his robe on the table.

As Lord William stood Stella got her first look at his rampant prick. She gasped. The stories had been around for years of his extreme size, but she had discounted them. Now she could not help but stare at his cock. Lord William was obviously familiar with her reaction for he paused and stood with his paws on his hips, pelvis thrust slightly forward to display his tool to maximum effect.

It was as wide as four of Stella's fingers and as long as her Lord's forearm and paw combined. Few of the other males who had raped her that night could even come close to the penis in front of her and none could surpass her Lord.

Lord William growled, "I've been waiting to do this ever since I ripped open your blouse and saw those big beautiful tits!"

Lord William walked around behind Stella. She turned her head and watched motionlessly as he guided his dick to her pussy slit. He ran it up and down her wide-open cunt. Pleasant sensations emanated from her crotch again, and she moaned in pleasure. Lord William grinned down at her upturned face and thrust his hips forward. A pawspan of his wolverinehood slid into her pussy. She cried out and tried to stop him from mounting her by pulling away, but a sharp slap to her right flank and the pain it caused her already abused flesh stilled her. She gripped the sides of the table tightly and bit her lower lip as her Lord forced his way deep into her finger by finger.

Lord William finally hilted his member in Stella's cunt. She lay gasping beneath him. He leaned forward slightly and reached around to her bosom. His large paws completely covered her tits. He clenched and unclenched his fingers, gently massaging her still painful breasts.

Stella felt herself mounting to yet another orgasm. The incredible warm fullness of her pussy and the shots of pleasure from her bosom were just too much. She gave a sharp yelp and was reduced to a series of gutteral moans as another orgasm shook her body.

Stella's orgasm seemed to be a signal to Lord William. He began to pump his prick in and out of her sopping wet cunt. She could hear the sucking sound every time he yanked his tool out. The removal of his dick left an empty feeling inside of her, but fortunately her Lord would quickly ram his dick back into her to fill the void.

Lord William shifted his paws down to Stella's waist. Her grabbed her firmly and began to thrust in and out hard as he mounted to his own orgasm. His forward thrusts began to lift Stella up off the table. She did not mind though, as each brought an electric thrill to her crotch and a mini-orgasm. She matched her Lord’s grunts with every thrust with her own small yips of pleasure.

All too soon for Stella's liking Lord William erupted inside her steaming hot cunt. She could feel copious amounts of jism coating the inside of her pussy. He leaned forward and lay upon Stella’s back, pinning her to the table. His continued strong thrusting mixed his cum with her own juices and worked them into a froth that flowed freely down her left leg to land on the stone floor. He worked under her tail for almost two minutes more before his prick wilted.

Lord William rolled off of Stella. He moved the chair around behind Stella and sat down. He was breathing heavily from his exertions. Stella started to slide her right leg off the table, but Lord William reached out and smacked her ass hard.

"Keep your leg up there! I want a good view of my next conquest," he told her.

Stella lay waiting. She could do nothing to stop her Lord from taking his pleasure with her again. She hoped he would be gentle with her.

Lord William's breathing steadied. He got up and poured himself some more wine from a wineskin. He stuck the tip of the wineskin in Stella's mouth and gave her a long drink as well. She savored the fruity liquid. When he was done with his drink, he placed the wineskin and goblet on the far end of the table.

"Roll over!" Lord William ordered Stella.

Stella turned herself over. Between the beatings and rapes she was very stiff and sore, but she dared not deny her Lord his pleasure.

Lord William grabbed Stella's body and positioned her to his liking without regards to her comfort. He pulled her body forward until the base of her tail just cleared the edge of the table and her tail fell unimpeded to the cold stone floor. He forced her to place her feet flat on the floor and arch up her legs and hips. He pushed her legs wide open. He had a clear view of both her cunt and tail hole. Finally, he pulled her arms high over her head and laid them flat on the table.

Satisfied with his work, Lord William stood between Stella's open legs and leaned forward. He grabbed her elbows and pinned her arms to the table. His head dropped down until his muzzle met Stella’s  She tried to turn her head away, but a nip on her ear brought her muzzle back around.

“Open wide, Stella!” he ordered her.

Stella parted her lips slightly. Her Lord glared down at her. Knowing she could not stop him, she gave in to the inevitable. She parted her muzzle wide and stuck her tongue out slightly. Her Lord turned his head and descended to take her muzzle in his. He probed deep into her mouth with his tongue, wrapping it around her tongue and searching out every corner of her mouth. She responded with gentle caresses of her tongue over his.

When Lord William withdrew his tongue, he wrapped it around Stella’s and drew her tongue into his mouth. She worked her way around inside her Lord’s mouth. Her tongue slid over his fearsome teeth one by one. They felt huge to her questing tongue.  She was sure he could rip out her throat with them without even trying. She delved deeper into his mouth and sought out the depths of his cheeks and throat.

As they French kissed, Stella could feel Lord William’s member stiffen. At first it brushed against her inner thighs, but soon it lay upon her exposed stomach. It stiffened until it reached full hardness again. The tip grazed her bellybutton repeatedly as Lord William fiercely kissed Stella.

Lord William raised up his head and said, “I always like to watch the faces of my wenches when I ram my prick deep in their ass.”

Lord William pulled her arms down and pinned them against Stella’s sides. He slid his cock down over her belly. She tried to protect herself with her tail, but Lord William stepped on it with his right foot. Her tail was effectively pinned to the floor.

Stella was left defenseless against his onslaught.

Stella felt the tip of Lord William’s cock touch her tail hole. He paused briefly and then slowly pushed against her pink anal rose with steadily mounting force. She yelped in pain as his tool penetrated her ravaged anus. Her face contorted in distress as he slowly forced his way ever deeper into her ass.

Lord William looked down at the writhing female raccoon. He was breathing hard again from his sexual excitement and was on the verge of cumming again, but he was determined to draw out Stella’s punishment and pleasure. He slowly pushed inward until his balls met her tail. He paused and waited for nearly a minute. Stella’s breathing slowly became less labored as the pain from her abused rectum subsided to bearable levels.

When Stella was ready, Lord William began to withdraw from her. The friction between his cock and her ass hole brought another yip from Stella, but this time it was a yip of pleasure rather than pain. Her rectum had stretched to accommodate her Lord’s huge member, and she was enjoying the pleasing sensations coming from beneath her tail. She looked up and grinned at him when he slid back in with a firm but gentle stroke.

Lord William continued to work his dick in and out of Stella’s butt. He bent down and ran his tongue over Stella’s breasts. Her nipples poked their way through her thin breast fur. He wrapped his lips around the two pink towers and lipped them gently. Stella gasped once and went stiff as a massive orgasm ran through her body as her Lord worked over her beaten tits with his lips. Several times while she convulsed from her orgasm he ran the sharp tip of his large canine teeth over her sensitive tits.

Lord William lifted his head to the sky and let out a loud bass growl. His thrusts became harder and faster as he drove his tool deep into Stella. She answered with groans of her own. With a final hard thrust, Lord William buried his cock in Stella and let loose with a flood of jism deep in her bowels. Stella screamed as another orgasm took her. Both went rigid as wave after wave of pleasure wracked their bodies.

Soon, though, Lord William’s cock softened. He withdrew his member from Stella’s tail hole. A thin flow of cum flowed out of her tail hole and down her striped tail fur. Lord William pushed himself up to a standing position. He helped Stella to stand and took her to the waiting bath.

Later they relaxed in Lord William's bed. Their quick bath had removed most of the cum from their fur. Lord William had lain Stella face down on the bed. He sat beside her in the bed and softly traced the crisscross pattern of welts on her flanks with the sharp tip of his right forefinger's claw. Occasionally she would stiffen as a small wave of pain would jolt through her flanks.

"These should heal nicely in a couple of days. I'll have the chirurgeon look at them tomorrow morning. He can no doubt give you some foul smelling salve to rub on them that will help them to heal more quickly. I’ll also have him check your cunt and ass and see if he can give you any relief there that will not diminish my pleasure."

Lord William rolled Stella over onto her back and placed two pillows beneath her head. He tossed several blankets on top of her and slid under them to lay beside her with his naked body curving around hers.

"Rest, Stella. You will be punished further by me tomorrow. And with winter heavily upon us I have little else to do than rape you for the next two days," Lord William told her.

As she lay beside her snoring Lord waiting for sleep to overtake her, Stella could not help but wonder what the next two days would bring.

The End