Monster Hunter Conquest Collection #1 (5 page)

For
the first time, Siena could see the faces of her captors.

Truly,
they seemed to be giant rats.

Thick
fur, rich in a deep mahogany, coated him from muzzle to toe. His ears
were high, curved, and in the light cast behind she could see the
river of veins crossing the surface. The whiskers she had felt before
were long, dangling to those cheeks, but it was his eyes that drew
her.

Round,
glimmering pools as crimson as blood, shocking in their starkness,
but somehow so very intelligent.

Skarlo
was studying her in return, it seemed, for he canted his head and
flashed a grin that was so very strange on that furry face. “Ah,
do you like what you see, little Hunter?”

Siena
balked, trying to pull her head as far from his twitching nose as she
could. “How did you know I was a Monster Hunter?”

“
Because
I am no fool, and who else would be stupid enough to try and hunt in
the sewers for the Rat Clan?”

Her
cheeks flushed like beets, and his chuckle only made her more
frustrated. “I'm not stupid, you filthy thing!”

Skeelo
peered over his brother's shoulder, his face similar to Skarlo,
though she noted he had a number of rings through his left ear, and
his eyes were inky black as the shadows they lived in. “Oh,
again with that. Such horrible insults.”

“
Indeed,
brother, she is being quite terrible.”

“
So
very terrible,” the dark eyed rat agreed.

They
seemed to share a look, one of false surprise and thought. It
concerned her deeply, and she felt the hairs on her neck prickle.

“
Perhaps
we should teach her some manners, Skeelo?”

“
Why,
that's very wise of you, Skarlo!”

His
crimson eyes shut as he bowed his head, his reply so matter of fact.
“Of course, this is why I am the oldest sibling, after all.”

The
blonde girl furrowed her brow, but she kept the quaver from her tone
as she spoke, bold and heated. “Teach
me
a lesson? Give me back my sword, and I'll show you what
I
know!”

The
duo chuckled, but they put on looks of being offended, even as they
carried her deeper into the lair. “My oh my, such bravado.
Perhaps we'll imbue a lesson of humbleness, little Hunter.”

Peering
around, Siena tried to keep a mental map of their course, but it was
as difficult as the sewers themselves. The place was massive, it
felt, and for every staircase they sloped down, they would seem to
crawl upwards on another hill moments later. Still, she had the
distinct impression of being swallowed by the earth, and it made her
glad she wasn't claustrophobic.

Finally,
their destination seemed to be reached, for they broke into a wide
room with a low ceiling, and as she peered around with eyes of green,
they soon became eyes wide with unease.

The
place was like a torture chamber, and her situation seemed far more
dire than she had let herself believe.

The
walls were hanging with devices, many of which she didn't recognize
or understand; she didn't know if that was better or worse. In the
center were a number of structures and platforms, and before she
could do much more than squeak, Skarlo casually flopped her stomach
down onto one of them.

It
was a cushioned seat, similar to a bench that had been shaped into a
curve. It was made so that it ran along the length of her torso, the
front like a pair of horns that rested on her shoulders, but scooped
low to leave her chest exposed. It forced her to arch her back, so at
least she was looking forward at hip level, and not into the floor.
It seemed to end abruptly at her waist, in a strange manner that left
her legs dangling off at the knee, her rear end high in the air.

All
in all, it made her entirely terrified.

“
What
is this, what are you going to do?” This time, despite herself,
her voice trembled. Bound as she was, her hands under her body, her
ankles tight together, she was at a clear disadvantage, and she had
finally accepted that beneath her false bravery.

Skeelo
came around to face her, his furry waist in front of her chin, and
she peered up at him to see those curious eyes of ebony. He had on
only a green vest that lay open in the front, rows of chains hanging
in loops across the gap. At this angle, she could see his clawed feet
and hands wound with wraps of leather, leaving his toes and fingers
bare.

“
I
believe we said what we were doing, teaching you a lesson.”

There
was movement behind her, but she couldn't turn enough to see from her
position. When she tried, she was pulled back by the gentle, but firm
grip of the long digits of the giant rat. The skin was soft, and she
could feel sparse silky hair on her creamy cheek. “No no, no
peeking. My brother so likes surprises.”

“
Oh,
I very much do,” the tone from the brother was low and full of
mystery, and though she could only see Skeelo now, his shiny orbs
holding her gaze, she still shivered at the secret they were sharing.

Something
touched the back of her thigh, making her jump, and causing both of
the rats to laugh lightly. “Oh, don't scare so easy, we haven't
even begun.” Skeelo winked at her, a disturbing sight to be
seen.

The
tugging on her legs became clear, as the sound of heavy cloth tearing
broke the heavy silence; he was slicing her pants. The knowledge of a
blade so near made her gasp, but she forced herself to hold still,
fearing a sudden movement might cause her worse harm. “Please
don't kill me,” she suddenly blurted, blushing in embarrassment
at her own admission of terror.

Skeelo
blinked, his fur seeming to lift as if he had eyebrows, and he
brushed a finger tip over her forehead, smoothing her hair. “My,
how terrible do you think we are? What reason do we have for murder?”

“
You're...
monsters,” she reasoned lamely, feeling her back sweating in
fright as the sounds of the knife continued on. Skarlo was the one
who spoke, and she sensed a rush of air on her bare skin as her pants
were split more and more.

“
Monsters,
really. You came after us, we didn't go after you. But that doesn't
matter now, the path is set, we'll make sure you remember this
encounter, little Hunter.”

Siena
swallowed, lashes fluttering shut as she tried to calm her pounding
heart. With a flourish she could only sense, her trousers were yanked
free, and she felt the real exposure of this scenario. Biting her
lip, she tried to move her limbs away, squeezing her knees and
wiggling her hips, her lower half snug in a simple pair of black
panties.

The
red eyed rat made a 'tut' sound, his hands strong as he gripped her
thighs and forced them apart. The hunter squeaked, amazed at his
brazen decision, and even more so when he quickly unwrapped her
ankles. The relief of being untied was brief, though, as he pressed
her right heel into the back of the same round ass cheek, winding the
cord around so her leg was stuck that way. He repeated this with her
other foot, his words rolling in disapproval “Ah ah, you
mustn’t try to hinder me.”

Trussed
as she was, Siena could do nothing when he pushed her knees out so
her legs tipped over the sides of the bench she was arched across,
leaving her panties resting on the plush material very intimately,
the stretch of cloth between her thighs so easily viewed now with the
spacer to keep her legs apart.

Motion
in front of her caught her eye, and she saw that Skeelo had taken his
own dagger out from a secret place. Her lips parted, no sound
escaping as he knelt before her, intently cutting the front of her
tunic open from collar bone down to sternum, where the structure
finally would stop anything further. It was enough, though, for it
left her young, supple breasts bare to his gaze, the padded material
under her ribs almost presenting them to the giant rat on a platter.

“
Oh
my, how very nice.” He smirked, giving an approving nod to her
cupcake like mounds.

“
Here,
too, brother.” The lava eyed rat said with cheer, running a
finger across the base of her spine, tracing it down over one pert
cheek of her behind.

The
sound of the blood pounding in her ears rivaled the drumming of her
heart, and the young Hunter found herself shivering in anticipation
and nerves. “Oh no, please, stop looking at me...”

Skeelo
pouted, an odd thing to witness, before he pressed his thumb to her
cheek, following the curve down to her lower lip, playing with the
plushness. To her surprise, she didn't wrench away, and she
attributed this to her fear. “But my dear, you asked us to show
you who we are, and so we must.”

The
sensation of his brother running his palms along her thighs,
massaging her tender flesh, was distracting her from focusing on the
inky eyes above her. Skeelo knelt, his fingers stroking her neck,
turning her head so he could inhale her scent. His whiskers tickled
her ear when he buried his snout in her hair, and it made her ripple
with goose bumps.

“
So
lovely, your scent. Little hunter... what's your name?”

Her
voice came out as a whisper, “Siena.” Fumbling, she found
a spark of courage, to say her name with less of a weak will, her
green eyes flashing with life at the beast. “Siena Rovan.”

“
Well,
Siena Rovan, you can call me Skeelo, if you didn't figure that out
yet. There, behind you, is my older brother, Skarlo.” His furry
face trailed over her shoulder, down her neck, and she could do
nothing when he grazed her nipples with the long strands of whiskers.

The
feeling was far more intense than she expected, as if her skin was on
edge as much as her mind was. A sharp inhale, and another when the
palms behind her traced lightly over her inner thighs.

The
velvety nose of Skeelo trailed along the tops of her breasts, the
feeling far nicer than she wished it was. In contrast, the sudden
movement from his brother was hardly pleasant.

The
first slap of that palm onto her ass made her shriek, and despite her
bonds, she wiggled to try and get away, to turn her head and see what
was happening. Unable to do either, she was unprepared for the
ministrations of her former prey.

Another
contact, palm wide, the sound audible on her opposite cheek. The
sting was subtle, it was more the shock that had gotten to her.
“What...!? Stop that, stop that right now!”

Finger
tips like satin brushed over the pink glow on her skin, tracing the
shape he had made, his tone low and scolding. “So demanding,
how do you figure you have any say in this? Punishment for rude
behavior must be implemented.”

The
next spank was harder, and it made her jump. What one brother did,
seemed to distract from the other, and Skeelo took her jaw in his
gentle touch, his voice sympathetic. “I feel we should treat
with kindness, to get the best results.” At this, he nuzzled
her throat, then down to her breasts, rubbing his silken nose
gingerly around her hardening pink nubs. It made her moan in
bafflement, which soon became another cry of dismay as the other rat
slapped her rear end again.

“
No,
brother, only a firm touch can teach the likes of someone so cruel.”