Shivering like a leaf, Kitty could only tell that they had left the cave and arrived back outside by the chilling breeze that bit into her bare ankles, the only part of her that wasn’t protected by the sad comfort of the thick sackcloth drawn over her head and body. The man that carried her was surprisingly gentle, to the point where she forgot about his presence and could focus only on the sounds.<br/><br/><i>Clink, clank, tingle,</i>the noises repeated in a sequence so complex that Kitty couldn’t even tell how many men there were walking around her in their metal-reinforced boots and chainmail armors somewhere under their clothes, of which she had seen only glimpses before her vision had been impaired.<br/><br/>“Halt,” a whisper said and everything came to a stop. The wind howled, the grass rustled, and that was it, until a sword was drawn.<br/><br/>“It’s those fucking lynxes again,” someone groaned, “Will they never learn?”<br/><br/>There was a purr of something nearby, another sword was drawn, and one of the men burst into the loudest of screams Kitty had ever heard. She was dropped on the ground as the man who carried her wielded his weapon and charged away. More screaming, squeals of pain that sounded like cats in distress, slashes of metal… Kitty struggled and crawled legs first out of the sack. Blood on the waving grass, bodies of giant cats on the ground, bodies of dead men… no sign of Kate or anyone else for that matter. More sounds came from over a bump in the withering meadow.<br/><br/>A thicket of bushes! There was her chance… The girl clambered onto her feet, too dizzy to note that she was still on sharp heels, and staggered towards the cover of tall shrubs, slipping, tripping over, repeating, until the bushes clashed with her dress and the thorns ripped into the cloth.<i>I’ll come back for you, Kate,</i>she told herself as she pressed into the impenetrable darkness, hurting, but determined.<br/><br/>When Kitty realized the sounds of combat had ceased, she stopped, and barely even heard the blow of wind anymore.<i>Go back! Kate could be hurt!</i>But those lynxes! Their size was unnatural, she’d only get eaten herself as well, and what good would that do to anyone? So she remained still in the complete darkness, focusing to hear a single sound… nothing, maybe the wind, no purrs, no growls, more nothing… and then a shuffle of shrubs in front of her, so sudden that it sent her into a shriek, and then a tight grip on her shivering wrist.<br/><br/>“There you are, little pussy,” a harsh voice grunted and pulled her out, “Here, little kitty…”<i>What?!</i>Had Kate talked in her sleep?<br/><br/>The bushes scraped Kitty’s cheeks, but the thorns she had thought to have broken her skin were not nearly sharp enough to pierce her, and all the real damage on her was in the dress, that was more of a hindrance than protection at this point.<br/><br/>“Please,” Kitty whimpered but had barely any fight left in her as the coated man pulled her up on his arms by the knees and under her back. His right arm bent around onto her belly and the hand landed on her chest, where the wide tears in the black cloth gave him direct access to her skin. The other hand slithered over her exposed thigh, which sent shivers all around her lower body. The rough skin of his fingers brushed against her little breast and a deep blush spread over her cheeks. The man began a quiet whistle and carried her over to the rest of the group. Only two of them appeared to have fallen, none caring to even move the bodies, and there were dead lynxes everywhere around the narrow battlefield.<br/><br/>“Here,” someone said, and suddenly blackness encompassed Kitty’s vision when a blindfold was fastened around her head, “Sight like this shouldn’t be kept in a sack!”<br/><br/>There was laughter, the touch of a hand, or something that resembled one, right between her inner thighs—apparently the dress was more heavily damaged than she had realized—grope of her nearly flat chest—<br/><br/>“Tone it down,” the powerful voice of the skinless man carried over from far ahead, “You must control your excitement or these girls will not remain virgins for long.”<br/><br/>More laughter, but at least the hands were gone from her private bits. The blush began to fade, until Kitty realized that her panties had gotten all wet, and became aware of all the emotions that were its cause.<i>No, no… Stop!</i>she cussed at her own body,<i>I can’t feel like this! It’s wrong!</i>And she thought about all the wrong things and there was nothing she could do to prevent herself from getting heavily aroused.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>