The forest was lush, and dark even during the daytime.  Shylee knew she shouldn't go in, but it was getting harder and harder to find firewood these days.  Surely in the forest, the pickings would be far richer.  So, she took her cart and donkey, and entered the forest.  Sure enough, there was firewood in abundance...she brushed back her long, blonde hair, and began to load the cart.  The practical peasant's garb she wore--leather trousers and tunic--did little to get in her way.  She had a budding figure, and last year's Maypole dance had seen some boys looking at it in a way they hadn't before...<br/><br/>Harker moved slowly forward.  He'd been watching this human town now for almost three days and found not a single sign of soldiers or guards.  Then today the girl had come along.  Guiding her cart and gathering firewood... alone.<br/><br/>The gnoll had crept along, watching her for some time as she gathered wood.  Then he inched to the edge of the undergrowth, crouched on all fours.  Throwing back his head and to loose the inhuman cackle his kind shared with hyenas, he lept forth from his hiding place.<br/><br/>The girl was beyond surprised...shocked was more like it.  She had heard vague stories, whispers of creatures like this.  But only whispers.<br/><br/>Until now.<br/><br/>Shylee dropped the load of wood in his hand, out of sheer astonishment at the sevent foot tall creature that bounded out of the brush.  Before she could make a move, it was upon her.<br/><br/>"Who...what?  Are you?"  Her question itself was stuttered.<br/><br/>Harker rose up to loom over the human girl and let out a much quieter laugh.<br/><br/>"Heh... Never seen a gnoll before?" he asked as he stepped closer to bring her within easy reach, "I am called Harker... heh heh.  Now girl... heh heh... I hear stories about your villiage... heh... about your tributes...  heh heh... I came to see for myself."<br/><br/>"No, I've never seen..."  Her voice trailed off as she realized how powerful this creature was.  He was two feet taller than her.  "A gnoll.  But I must gather this wood and taken it back to my family.  I have a mother, aunt and two sisters, and we have to keep warm.  But nice to meet you, Harker."<br/><br/>He laughed again.  "No girl... heh heh...  Not nice for you..."<br/><br/>Harker grinned, showing his full muzzle's worth of yellow teeth.  Teeth made to rend flesh and crush bone.<br/><br/>"Harker will let you take your wood home... heh heh... After I am done with you girl..."<br/><br/>He reached down, rubbing at the ragged trousers that concealed his large shaft, which was already begining to rise at the prospect of taking her.<br/><br/>Shylee stared in horror at the sight of the gnoll...she could see him...hardening.  While the girl didn't know all about the birds and the bees, as it were, she had heard stories.  Whsipers, most of them fearful, from older girls.  Conversations among grown women that suddenly stopped when she entered the room, or subjects changed.  "What...what do you want," she asked, though she knew already it had something to do with that bulge in his trousers he was rubbing.<br/><br/>Harker gave another disconcerting high-pitched laugh as he watched her face.  The mixture of confusion and growing fear in her expression pleased him.<br/><br/>"What I want is you my little pretty..." he informed her as he reached out to run one paw through her long hair, "And I'll have you.  Try to run or fight and I'll hurt you...  You're just a weak little human, all alone out here."  He licked his jagged teeth and laughed again.  "I like the taste of humanflesh girl, but luckily that's not the hunger I'm interested in.  Now if you're a very good little toy, I'll even let you keep your cart and donkey there."<br/><br/>Shylee's eyes were wide as any doubt in her mind about what the gnoll wanted from her was savagely dispelled.  "Yes...yes, I know I'm all alone," she said.  "And your kind are much...stronger than humans.  Please don't hurt me," she said, a tear coming to her eye as she looked vainly around the clearing for some sign of help, anyone or anything that might help her to escape this.  But there was nothing.  Nothing except the donkey who was obviously uneasy at the presence of the gnoll but not ready to bolt, the cart half-full of wood, her--and Harker.<br/><br/>"What do you want me to do," she asked meekly.<br/><br/>Harker grinned, which wasn't really a friendly sight as it let more of his teeth show.<br/><br/>"Harker will be generious," he said as he laughed again, "You can take those clothes off and set them over with your wood."  He chuckled and moved from stroking his errection to pulling a long knife from his belt.  His hand in her hair caught and held her firmly in place as he held the blade up for her to look at.<br/><br/>"Or I can cut them off you with this," he said in a low growl.<br/><br/>Shylee cringed at the sight of both the mouthful of teeth and the blade.  "I'll...I'll take them off," she said, and then proceeded to do just that.  Still looking around the clearing for any help.  Seeing hope fade like the last of the sun's light from the tops of the trees.  First came the shirt.  Shylee was a little better developed than most girls of her age, clearly a woman though young.  Then her trousers...leaving her in undergarments.  With just a small hesitation, she bared her breasts...ample, young, yet firm.  She looked up toward his hand in her hair, then to his eyes, hoping he would have mercy.<br/><br/>He watched her as she revealed herself, enjoying the small pauses and hesitations.  When she looked up, his eyes were hard, predator's eyes full of lust and hunger.  Both his errection and his expression showed that he liked what he saw as her clothes came away.<br/><br/>He reached forward, letting the chill flat of his knife slide very slowly along her chest, tracing the valley between her firm breasts with the tip of it.<br/><br/>"You a virgin girl?" he asked as his knife's tip began to ease down her belly to rest eventually at her hip and the last of her underclothes.<br/><br/>Shylee shuddered as the knife went down her front.  Harker noticed that as the knife went down, the girl opened her legs, a little at a time, but her feet scooted apart.  This would make it difficult to slide off her undergarments...though the gnoll could tell (or at least no doubt suspected) she wasn't consciously trying to block him.<br/><br/>At the question of her virginity, she nodded.  "Y-yes.  Like my sister."<br/><br/>Harker grinned at her answer, not only that she was untouched, but at the mention of her sister.  Perhaps after he'd enjoyed making a woman of this one he'd have to ask more about the sister.<br/><br/>He runs his hand down, releasing her hair and stroking her back, letting the rough skin of his paw and the tips of his claws lightly rack over her soft unblemished flesh.<br/><br/>"Hold still," he ordered as he eased his knife under waist of her panties.  Then he pulled, slicing the fabric so the the remains would fall down along her other leg.<br/><br/>Shylee complied as the knife went through her undergarments, leaving the human girl totally naked.  She shuddered as that pawed hand went down her back...but her legs continued to move apart as the fabric fell to the ground.  She shivered a bit.  Still looking around.  The thought occurred to her that gnolls had a canine element in them, and dogs often went in packs.  She hoped not.<br/><br/>Harker let out another laugh as he looked over his prize in her full naked state.  His paw reached the small of her back and then cupped one of her ass cheeks.<br/><br/>He returned the knife to his belt and reached to take hold of a pert breast and squeeze it firmly.<br/><br/>Then he tilted his head back and let out a loud laugh-like call.  From the woods, an answering cackle came.<br/><br/>"I'm going to be your first girl," he said as he fondled her roughtly, "But you'll be pleasing all of my pack before you go home..."<br/><br/>Shylee's heart sank...she looked toward the sound where the answering call had come from, realizing that they did indeed have company in the clearing and it was, alas, not friendly.  Shyless flinched when Harker went for her breast, but only slightly, reflexively.  Pack?  "How...how many of your kind are there," she asked, stuttering a bit in fear.  She felt revulsion at the touch of the...thing.  But she knew this was only the beginning...<br/><br/>He grinned at the feeling of her tender skin in his hands.  "Not many," he answered as he leaned down.  His warm breath, smelling of rotting flesh, washed over her.  "My pack is small, only four others..."<br/><br/>Then he licked her, dragging his tongue up her neck, along her jaw and up the side of her face.<br/><br/>"Only" four, she thought.  A tear came to her eye.  When the gnoll licked her, she shuddered...she thought about fleeing, or trying to, but saw those teeth.  Trying to run would probably not be a good idea.  Better to stand and face what was to come...Shyless tried to force herself to relax despite the digusting tongue.  She knew she would be here for awhile...<br/><br/>The others entered the clearing slowly, slinking and giggling that maddening hyena laugh.  They circled Shylee and Harker.  One eased close enough to grab Shylee's clothes, his rough fur brushing against her legs as he passed by them.  The others seemed to be securing the nervious donkey and the cart, then settling to watch for the moment.<br/><br/>Harker continued to lick her, tracing her ear before lowering his mouth to take her other breast in his teeth and tease the nipple with his tongue.<br/><br/>Shylee looked fearfully at the band of dog-men...no, there would be no escape now, she realized.  Her clothes were removed, and she was afraid they would take her donkey and cart, too.  "Please...please don't take those," the girl said plaintively.  "My mother and aunt would...ahhhh..."  The tongue reached her nipple, and she was revolted, and...something else.  She didn't know what...like a tickle and tingle.  She moved a little toward the cart.  She felt her wet skin drying in the cool air of evening where the gnoll had licked her.<br/><br/>Harker growled as she moved.  Reaching out, he took hold of her hair and pulled her back towards him.  The hard length of his errection jabbed at the small of her back as he leaned down to rest his muzzle against her neck, his long tongue rolling out to tease her other nipple as his rough fingers pinched the still damp one.<br/><br/>At the poke of the gnoll's manhood, Shylee froze.  She knew what it was, knew too well.  Then she became aware the gnoll was grolwing at her...she looked at the others, hoping they wouldn't hurt or make off with her donkey or cart.  "Owww, stop that," she said as the gnoll pinched her nipple...she winced a bit.  Her hand started toward his arm, to try and pull it away.  But she stopped herself.  It would only make him made, she knew.<br/><br/>And what Shylee did not realize is her ankles were now about two feet apart as she subconsciously opened up her legs, showing her short thatch of hair there.<br/><br/>Other than making sure the donkey was tied so it couldn't bolt, the other four seemed much too interested in watching Shylee's deflowerment.  They laughed and made comments in their harsh barking language<br/><br/>Then Harker chuckled and closed his fingers to pinch her nipple hard, adding a sharp twist as well.  His other hand dropped to cup her sex, stroking the patch of fine hairs there as his tongue continued to roam her chest, neck, and face.<br/><br/>Shylee cried out...a little loud...now things were going from gross to painful.  She realized her crying out probably made the brute happy...a sharp pain shot from her nipple into her breast as the gnoll cruelly twisted her nipple.  Shyless bucked back...which only gave two of the other gnolls a better view of her breasts.  And, though she protested the nipple-twist and pulled back, Harker felt her thighs obediently part as he clawed hand roamed between them, feeling her short bush there.<br/><br/>Harker laughed again at her squeal.  As her thighs parted, his began to stroke her lips with the tip of one clawed finger.<br/><br/>"Tell me my pretty," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath flowing over her cheek, "Do you want to be fucked on your knees like a bitch or on your back like a whore?"<br/><br/>His probing finger traced the the center of her sex, slowly beginning to part her folds and stroke the tender pink warmth of her womanhood.<br/><br/>"I...I"  Shylee didn't know how to answer that question.  Her nipple still hurt from the gnoll's cruel twisting.  But she thought she would be more comfortable--or in less pain..if she laid down.  So, she began to sit down, easing herself onto her back.  She was now looking up at the gnolls, who seemed to tower over her.  Behind them was the darkening sky of dusk.  Harker in particular seemed to dominate her.<br/><br/>The others crept closer, most on all fours sniffing and laughing but staying just back from her.<br/><br/>Harker licked his lips with that long dexterious tongue as he unfastened the belts and bandoliers that he wore to hold his weapons.  Then he tossed aside his battered leathers and finally his worn trousers, giving her the first actual sight of the shaft that had been digging into her back before.<br/><br/>He stroked it slowly and watched her closely, ready to have his pack hold her down if she tried to bolt.<br/><br/>Shylee gasped when she saw that huge shaft...bigger than that of any of the village boys.  "It's...it's huge," the human girl said.  "Why is it bigger than boys or young men's things?"  She looked around and for a moment Harker thought she might just try and bolt.  But she didn't, reamining still on the ground.  Now her legs were apart, and she looked around at the other gnolls, shivering a bit.<br/><br/>Harker laughed and knelt between her legs, letting his shaft hang above her belly.  "Why?" he chuckled, "Because human men have small weak cocks to match the rest of them."<br/><br/>Grinning and cocking his head to the side, he reached forward and took her wrist, lifting her hand to his shaft.  "Go on," he said, "It won't bite you..."<br/><br/>Shylee felt downcast...she knew the gnoll was right.  She had heard whispers of how the humans in the town were being overpowered...just like this...by the more brutish, stronger races in the forest around.  And now...it had come to her.  She allowed her hand to be guided to the shaft.  She began rubbing, vigorously, knowing that she had to please this creature, whose kind were now effectively in control...<br/><br/>