Chapter 9: Valerie Rides Esbu

Valerie had shut down so much that she didn’t fully register what was happening at first. There was grunting and shouting, but much of that could have come from the so-called rescuer that had used her and would likely again. Then a scream and she started to focus. She wasn’t sure who screamed, she had expected it to be her when the rapist bastard finally killed her to keep what he had done quiet. Her father would likely have believed his story too. The slave races were seen as barely more than animals, and the notion that she had been killed by one of the escapees would not be a stretch of a story.

More shouts and voices that she recognized joined in, something grabbed her under her bound arms and started to drag her back. She squirmed weakly, “No.. no more… please just .. just kill me already”. The word whimpered out from her lips. She was too done. So completely done that there was no point in anything anymore.

“Shit they got him” A voice from behind her said. It didn’t sound like one of the mercs. In fact she didn’t’ really recognize it. Then a defiant roar came from in front of her, “I’ll rip your throats out!!” That voice she did recognize. That was Marcus. One of the males that routinely lay with her during her time as the escaped slave’s personal toy. If Marcus was in front of her, who was behind her? and where was the merc with the knife who was going to kill her? She had gotten used to feeling things out despite her blindfold, but too much was happening all at once.

A shout of pain came from in front of her, and a shout of dismay from behind. She tried to think, to figure out what was happening. It all got so much more confusing when her disused eyes were suddenly bombarded with a scorching light.
Well, it wasn’t that scorching in the grand scheme of things. She was in a forest, and it was quite shady, but having not used her eyes for longer than she was even aware having them uncovered at all was shocking. The hands under her arms let go, and grabbed her by the sides of her head. Whoever it was almost painfully pointed her face towards a fight that was in progress.

“BLAST THEM!!” Someone shouted as Valerie desperately tried to remember how to focus her eyes. When she finally did see, she saw quite the fight in front of her. Three military dressed Kitsunes were on top of a very large blue sergal with red stripes. A knife stuck out of his leg, two kitsune males trying to drag him down from behind and a third in front trying to retrieve the knife he had just used to stap the sergal. That was Marcus, she assumed, it bothered her that she would probably have a better time recognizing him by the ridges of his penis rather than what he actually looked like. There were a couple more mercs on the ground, very dead looking, and among in the trees were the other slave women that they had been abusing. That wasn’t what had drawn her eye the most though. Roughly right were she was looking, one of the kitsune flickered recognition in her. Maybe it was the fact that he had been wielding a knife, owing to its position in Marcus’s leg. Maybe it was his size, or build, or the fact that he wasn’t wearing pants, but she knew.

This was the one that raped her. The fucker that was supposed to save her had instead piled on to her abuses. He didn’t even have the excuse of revenge, like the slaves did. Valerie had in the past delighted in hurting them, thought it was funny. Like how she enjoyed their suffering they clearly took their chances to enjoy her all her time here. This man was different, he would have gotten paid to save her. But he was willing to rape and kill her instead, just for his sadistic whims. She felt anger welling up hard inside her, and with it her magic.

It was assumed by the slave races that all kitsune’s were powerful mages. That wasn’t fully true. Most could cast simple spells, but it took training to do it well, and as a cruel twist being skilled in magic often caused muscle wasting so mages were rarely strong physically. Likely why the trio of mercs were trying to take Marcus down physically. Valerie had never intended to be a soldier, or anything else that needed her to be strong, so it was easier for her to study magic. A landed gentleman’s daughter wasn’t expected to be able to do manual labor, but being a mage could have opened doors for her. She was mostly still an apprentice but right now she was pissed. The hands holding her head had helpfully directed her to her target, and for once she had no qualms about obeying a command.

She blasted him. Thousands of volts of arcane electricity ripped though the point her eyes had focused on. The dick that had most recently raped her. It was hard to see exactly what had happened through the light of her spell, but the splatter of blood that came from the man’s crotch gave a clue.

Then there was the scream

Valerie didn’t think she had ever heard a more guttural animalistic roar of agony. It felt delicious to her to hear it. The man fell off of Marcus immediately, grabbing at his crotch and shrieking. With the removal of one of his attackers, Marcus lunged forward, pulling the two behind him with him and flipping them over his back and onto their friend. Then Marucs ripped the knife out of his own leg and drive it down onto one of the kitsunes. It came down hard enough to stab straight through skull and instantly kill its target. The other one tried to sit up, and briefly locked eyes with her, right before her lighting hit those eyes. The man grabbed at his face howling, and not seeing the sergal reach a hand around and grab onto his muzzle. And then pull on that muzzle from the side, until the man’s face was turned a bit too far around for health.

Everything went quiet for a long moment. Five male kitsune’s lay dead. Two apparently killed by Marcus’s surprise attack while she was still blind folded and now the tree that she had witnessed go down. The others though? She was sure there were more. Not only that she was sure at least one of them had been a mage. There was arcane casting when they had first arrived, but none of the dead she could see looked like mages. There must still be other mercs in the forest, attempting to track down the fleeing slaves. They’d be back soon, and surprise wouldn’t be a factor anymore.

She locked eyes with Marcus. She glared at him and wanted to hurt him, but also needed him. She would be killed by the other mercs to keep her quiet, she knew that. She had to keep running, she had to… work with these former slaves.
She looked aside, making it clear that she wasn’t’ going to fire off a spell at Marcus and grunted to the person behind her, “Going to help me up?”

He complied, and Valerie found herself hoisted to her feet, she squirmed a little, arms still bound, but at least she could see. She glanced behind herself to see two more sergals. A blue female she recognized as her father’s personal concubine, but who’s name she didn’t know, and a dark furred male she didn’t recognize. He clearly had never laid with her. She would have remembered a second sergal penis. Not only one sergal was among her ‘owners’ of late, so this one had never touched her for some reason. She was almost tempted to ask him why he hadn’t, but that was a discussion for later.

“Are you going to untie me?” She asked the male instead.

“Are you with us?” She heard Marcus ask.

She grimaced, and turned back to him, “You planning on keeping me as your ‘pet’, sir?” She asked him.

“Was considering it.” Marcus said standing up, “You need us far more than we need you I think, that and we need to move before the others return to the screaming.”

“Fine” Valerie spat out the word, “lead the way…”

“You can barely stand.” Marcus said, calmly walking over to a quivering fox girl, one of the ones that had failed to escape immediately, though the only one that hadn’t run as soon as Marcus started his attack. He hoisted her up and got her on his back. He then turned back to Valerie, “We need to move fast, so ride Esbu there.”

He had a point. Valerie hadn’t used her legs much other than to spread them, in awhile. She felt wobbly, and with the power she had just pumped into her spells, she would likely need to rest. She nodded and waited a moment as the sergal male, apparently his name was Esbu, uncuffed her hands and bend forward slightly letting her get into a piggy back position on him. Marcus took off sprinting, followed by the female sergal then Esbu. Valerie almost shouted at the acceleration. She felt g-forced pulling her backwards and gripped as tight as she could to the warm furry rocket she was riding. Wind whipped her eyes and she squinted against it and tried to lay flat on Esbu’s back, holding on for dear life.
Holy fuck sergals were fast.