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On the other side of the manor, secluded from all the depravity of Jamal and Audrey, Sasha’s reign was strict and absolute. The lady of the house sat imperiously upon a bean bag in her sports room with a lemonade prepared by her newest of maids between her delicate fingers. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and beads of sweat hung above her neatly shaped brows. A demanding yoga session was finally over and it left Sasha’s muscles terribly sore, but being rich somehow had a way of making even the worst of pains feel enjoyable. Sasha thought as she took a sip from her lemonade. “Eck! how can it be so bad?!” She wondered with a grimace. It was sour, but never lemon sour, it was as sour as sweat. Perhaps it was bcause her face trickled with sweat and perhaps some of it got into her lips, but no, it was obvious already. The new maid was inapt at doing practically anything and simply had to leave. Whatever that bitch Casey made, somehow reeked of filthy sweat and funk, particularly the laundry, it was terrible! The worst maid she had ever had the displeasure of encountering. She took a golden bell out of her yoga pants, the method she used to call maids, and shook it a few times. “That stupid Audrey can’t even pick maids,” Sasha muttered as she continued drinking the foul lemonade. “And what of that black boyfriend of hers?” She didn’t communicate much with him, but Kate, Audrey’s best friend who comes to take yoga classes with her, said that Jamal was having a terrible influence on Audrey, but felt too embarrassed to elaborate. “Too embarrassed?! This madness has to end! No more of those intruders.” But Jamal was coincidentally starting to make an impression on her. He didn't say anything of course, but earlier this morning, when they were all having breakfast together, she saw a hint of beauty on his face and certainly his stereotypically manly form. He also had a certain charm to him, but she couldn’t say why exactly. What mattered was that he gradually, by the minute, grew on her, just like the lemonade she was drinking. “Yes, mistress?” Came the timid reply from the maid as she tiptoed into the room. Perhaps there’s still a way I could use her. Sasha thought to herself. “Liking the lemonade?” “Do not kid yourself, Casey. This drink is terrible just like everything you’ve been doing so far — And what’s that smell? You smell worse than me and I’ve only just finished exercising! Did my daughter pick you up from the streets? It’s almost as if you shower yourself with the dirty socks of my daughter’s new boyfriend!” “I am sorry, mistress…” Casey seemed hurt from the remarks and simply gazed at the floor. “Anything I can do for you?” “Yes,” Sasha said with a wave of her hand. “Massage my sore feet — are you hesitating?! Kneel at my filthy feet now or, else, I swear I will kick you out!” Maids always yielded to her demanding spirit and this maid was no different. In a brief moment, Casey was on her knees, face merely inches away from her shoes, but there was a hint of misery on her maid’s face, perhaps this one still needed to be broken. She swung her shoe in the air as she crossed her legs, intentionally hitting the maid’s chin with the tip. “These shoes aren’t taking themselves off.” “Uhh, yes mistress.” Her maid took her shoes off and grimaced as soon as she was hit by the overwhelming smell of Sasha’s after workout feet. “I suppose something smells worse than you after all!” Sasha chuckled, this time rubbing the ball of her foot against her maid’s soft cheek. She looked youthful and beautiful despite not being a teen, Sasha thought to herself, feeling excited. “Right slave?” “Uhh!” The maid gasped before uttering the few vowels but didn’t move away from Sasha’s invading foot. “Yes mistress.” She said sadly. A subtle grin formed on Sasha’s lips as she got more comfortable. She thought this one would give her trouble. “You don’t mind me calling you slave, right?” “No, mistress.” “Good.” Sasha’s toes then rested on Casey’s round lips, obviously causing the maid some discomfort as she grimaced and looked to be on the verge of tears. Perhaps her feet smelled particularly horrid that day. “So you will do whatever I ask like slaves do?” Casey nodded miserably as Sasha’s socked toes crawled over her bottom lip, slowly spreading the lips apart. “Kiss.” Sasha tested and beamed when her new maid kissed her toes without hesitation.“Did you like doing that?” She asked, laying both of her legs over Casey’s shoulders and looking her straight in the eye. “No, mistress.” Her maid seemed to struggle to meet her eyes. Perfect. “But you did it because you had no choice, right?” Casey nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. It brought Sasha so much pleasure that she couldn’t suppress her sadistic laughs any longer. Sasha’s foot took off from Casey’s shoulder and then fell over her head, not even with the heel, but the entire sole of her foot pressed Casey’s head down so that she practically had no way of looking up. “You will never look me in the eyes again. You will never walk like a human being again. Actually, you will never wear clothes again!” Sasha’s other foot started -and succeeded- to remove Casey’s top and bra with the dexterity of her toes, revealing some suspicious-looking tattoos that seemed to cover her entire body. Casey’s weeping was then loud, but she didn’t move a muscle and remained on her knees, naked from the top and letting another human use her head as a foot stool and strip her from her humanity. Sasha didn’t understand why Casey offered no resistance, even though she didn’t look that desperate for money. But she didn’t need an excuse to humiliate people. “Take the rest off.” Casey obeyed while sniffling and crying some more, all while never meeting Sasha’s gaze. Upon seeing the full extent of Casey’s tattoos, Sasha burst into an intense fit of laughter. “Never in my life have I seen someone as fucked up as you are — And to think I was insulting you when I called you a slave?! You’re literally a slave, aren’t you?” At the realisation, Sasha felt unrestricted by any sort of decorum. She threw her socks away and dug her feet into Casey’s boobs as she traced the tattoos with her long, cared-for toes. “Yes, mistress, I am literally a slave.” Casey had ceased crying at that point and seemed to accept Sasha’s abuse. “How did you become one, you filthy whore?” Sasha asked, slapping her maid’s boobs so hard that they jiggled for a moment. “I am willing to bet you are indebted to a gangster and that’s why you are letting me treat you worse than dirt. You are desperate for my money, aren’t you? Maybe I should buy you off from your owner and have you be mine forever, wouldn’t you like that?” “Uhh…no—I mean yes of course, I would be honoured to be your slave, but I meant to say I am not indebted…umm,” The room was silent for a dozen seconds. “I gave myself away to my black god because I wanted to. There was simply nothing I wanted to do more, but be his slave.” Sasha seemed to be lost in thought for a long while, doing nothing but explore her maid’s body with her foot. “From today, you’re my slave and mine alone.” Sasha finally said after much thought. “You will tell that god of yours that you’ve found a better deity and you will find some way to remove these stupid tattoos—” “No!” Casey revolted for the first time. “I-I can’t, mistress! I swore myself to be his and I want to be his! —” A sharp slap from Sasha’s foot silenced Casey at once, and before the maid could say anything, Sasha brought her head flat above the floor and under her feet with a quick and sudden stomp. “I don’t care about what you want. What I want, I take, particularly if it resists me, do you hear?” She grinded the poor maid’s head mercilessly against the carpeted floor. “You will renounce your god and you will accept me as your one and only goddess. Your tattoos will be replaced with ones I choose. You will learn to love me as much as you do that current owner of yours even if it takes years for you to do so. And to guarantee you don’t fight me…” Sasha spared the maid and left the room, then returned with a suspicious collar in her hand. Casey, like they always do, immediately panicked and tried to run away, but Sasha worked out for a reason. She snatched the woman from her hair and threw her back at her feet before sitting on her chest and forcing eye contact. Casey tried to wiggle from beneath her, but only managed to thrash with her legs aimlessly. With a swift moment, Sasha pinned her head and clasped the metallic collar around her head, only afterwards, she was allowed to stand up, but barely a second passed before an electric shock hurled her back down, writhing, cheeks touching Sasha’s toes. “I said you will never walk like a human again and I meant it.” Sasha chastised before laying a foot over Casey’s head while keeping the electric shocks coming, reveling in the woman’s feral cries of agony. “I–I…” Casey tried to utter anything after the shocks finally came to a stop but she couldn’t say anything when Sash’s foot fell with a crushing pressure. “You are not permitted to talk either, swine. I will only hear animal sounds leaving your mouth henceforth. Snort for me!” Still writhing in extreme agitation with her head crushed with the weight of Sasha’s body, Casey snorted like a dying pig, but Sasha’s maniac laughing far overpowered her efforts. “I can barely hear anything!” Sasha yelled merrily before delivering a harsh kick to the face that aroused desperate squeals from Casey, but before the maid got the chance to even apologise, Sasha’s foot resumed its place over her forlorn face. “3 days in a cage, no more, and you will tremble with honor and pleasure when you glance up at the dirty sole of my foot as it treads upon that docile face of yours.” With that, Sasha bent down to attach a short leash to Casey’s metallic collar, lacing its other end around the ankle of her left foot before rising up to walk as if she wasn’t dragging a beaten up human behind her. Casey didn’t seem to be lucid enough at this point as she kept crawling behind her mistress without any resistance. It remained as such until they left the manor and arrived at the shed where Sasha wore a rainboot before unlocking the door. Sasha’s visage was overcome with an intense smug of sadism as she watched the realization dawn upon Casey’s face. The unlocked door of the shed revealed a fate far crueler than anything Casey has been subjected to up until that point. As low-voltage lamps illuminated the shed, Casey’s eyes fell upon the contents of the room. Rusty prison chains dangled from the cracked, wooden walls of the room, beside them were a series of human-sized cages, perhaps 4 or 5 that covered the entire width of the shed. In front of each cage was a pair of dog bowels, filled with either water or sludge-like food and visibly dirty and stained. The floor of the shed and the insides of the cages were the most sickening, however, being covered with layers of what smelled and felt like feces and waste. It had to be waste and feces, there was no other reason for Sasha to don her rainboots. Casey, though, was led into the room with nothing to shield her naked body from scum. Sasha removed the collar from around her ankle and led the pale, subservient Casey into one of the cages, locking the door behind Casey as she crawled inside, lamenting each time the palm of her hand treaded on filth. “You know what they say about pigs and poop! I expect you to be snorting fluently by tomorrow.” Sasha said before switching the dim lights off and shutting the door behind her, leaving Casey swimming in filth and tears. *2 Days Later* Ahh, my little piggy has been learning well. She might be the first one to survive my training so far! Sasha thought as she sat at the dinner table with Jamal. They both sat in silence as Audrey prepared their breakfast, of course, there was no one else to do it with the maid…busy, both Jamal and Sasha were in agreement. “Why have you fired the maid, again?” Jamal asked, interrupting Sasha’s daydreaming. “She was not up to my standards.” Sasha drowned her lies with a sip of water. “She simply had to go.” “Ahh, what a shame, I really liked her.” Sasha glanced at him with some indignation, debating whether she should lash out at him or not, but something about him still evoked some confusing feelings that just couldn’t be true. Even though they’d been fading gradually the past two days, his presence yet stirred something between her legs. “Are you questioning my decisions?” She asked half-jokingly. “Not at all, ma’am!” Just how it should be, Sasha thought. A black little boy calling her ma’am. Yes, this must be what’s going on. She just lusted over having control of him. Perhaps she should try and do something about it. “What have you and my daughter been doing the past few days?” “Working on some projects.” Jamal said earnestly. “Would you like to see them? They are yoga-related and both Kate and Audrey have been telling me you’re a big fan of yoga.” A faint glimmer subtly appeared in Sasha’s eyes at the proposal. “You may.” She said. “After breakfast, then?” “Show me right now while my daughter works on breakfast.” Sasha pressed, standing up from her seat and walking herself towards Audrey’s room. She will lead her there and have her way with him. Perhaps even lock the door to prevent Audrey from interrupting. As he hesitantly followed behind her, she could get a whiff of his scent. It seemed familiar but also irresistibly delectable. She never wanted to own a man as much as she did him. Audrey would have to understand. As they reached Audrey’s room, Jamal trudging a few feet behind her, Sasha opened the door and stood in shock at what was inside. What?! She gasped to herself in surprise, unsure how it was possible. It wasn’t a room, but some sort of a gym. Was that what Jamal meant by Yoga? The room smelled as disgusting as her daughter these days, too. She grimaced as she spun around to confront Jamal, but before she could lock eyes with him, a frying pan shot for her skull, knocking her down unconscious. “S—asha—Sasha…?” Sasha made up the sound of her name through her whistling ears as she began to regain lucidity. Her vision was blurry, but she could make up the distinct face of Jamal materialising right above her. That bastard! She thought, remembering what happened, but, realising she was somehow bound to the floor and unable to stand, her mind let any ambitions of revenge go. “Ahh! You’re finally back.” She heard him say before his large hands gave her face a few gentle slaps. “I was beginning to think I killed you.” “W-what do you want from me? Where’s Audrey?” Jamal glanced towards the floor behind him, prompting Sasha’s gaze to fall upon the kneeling figure of Audrey with a leash around her neck. This instilled some rage in Sasha who fought against her restraints and growled at him. “What have you been doing, you wretched boy…Let me go!” “Oh, but why would I do that?” Jamal bent closer, this time groping Sasha’s body teasingly. “You’ve hidden my toy somewhere, it’s only right to replace her.” “W-what toy?!” Sasha asked in confusion as she simultaneously realised the extent of her bondage. She was stuck in some unfamiliar knot that tied her arms, neck, and legs together, leaving her on her knees, pinned to the wall. As Jamal’s hands kept feeling her body with his hands, she also realized the frightening fact that she was undressed and at his mercy. “Take your filthy hands off of me, you fucking brute or I will have you spend the rest of your life in prison!” She shook in vain as her mobility was too limited to deter his hands from her breasts and legs. “Casey, of course! The maid your own daughter chose for you. She’s my slave if you haven’t figured it out already.” Jamal said, ignoring her idle threats as his fingers fondled the width of her thighs until they reached her ass. “Now, how would you like to go about it?” Sasha cringed and squirmed as one of his hands remained over her shapely ass cheeks and the other caressed her gentle face while forcing eye contact. “Will you submit to me like your daughter did so willingly or will you fight me?” Sasha shot daggers at her flinching daughter, expecting any sort of help to come from her. “Hey, hey, keep your eyes on me,” Jamal said, prodding her chin up. “You know, Sasha,” It made her shake with rage to hear her first name said outloud by a vile person like Jamal who groped her body as if she were his whore. “You’ve been unknowingly smelling and consuming my powerful, brain-altering pheromones for days now! I expect your mind is just about to give up on you. Why don’t you take some sniffs and tell me how you feel.” She, again, tried to shake his hands off, but she couldn’t help but do what he said and sniff around her. She had already realised by now that she was in some laundry room, but the smell she inhaled with each breath was terribly oppressive and foul. It was familiar, too, for some reason. It was what she has been smelling all around her for the entirety of the past week but much more concentrated. To clear her confusion, Jamal nudged her face towards a pile of dirty socks that lay by the corner of the room. “No! There’s no way!” “Yes, you’ve been sniffing and eating my foot sweat, my cum, and my spit for almost a week! Aren’t you a pathetic white woman who pretends to be dominant?!” Jamal spat at her after asking rhetorically, but Sasha was too appalled by everything to mind his taunts. “Are you a fucking lunatic?!” Sasha spat at him, but as he stood up and the size difference between the two was emphasised, she shivered in her place, but maintained a fierce gaze. “Untie me right now, Audrey, let’s get this over with!” Jamal sighed. “Audrey, why don’t you show your mother what will become of her even if she resists.” As if there was a sort of plan designed by the two, Audrey nodded as she stood up and began to undress, revealing a sight that instilled Sasha with utter fright. Her daughter’s body was covered in very similar tattoos to the ones Casey had. “God’s most favourite white whore” was tattooed over her breasts, and Sasha knew for some reason that god must’ve referred to Jamal. Other demeaning tattoos littered her body, but Sasha didn’t have it in her to read each one as she grew sick and close to puking and the smell was far from helping. She grew dizzy and terribly ill, had she not been tied to the wall, she would’ve likely collapsed. A demeaning slap fell on her right breast, however, waking her up to more of this madness. “Your daughter still has a lot to show you.” Jamal said. “Your years of dismissivness have come to an end.” Sasha glanced at the two in bewilderment and, for the first time, felt low and vulnerable in front of her teenage daughter who stared her down. Between her daughter’s legs was some sort of chastity belt with a balled sock, with streaks of filth, bulging out of it. “Come on, my little pet,” Jamal said, addressing Audrey as he handed her the chastity cage. “Just as we agreed.” Audrey seemed to grow more confident and excited as she unlocked the chastity cage and sighed in relief. She pulled the sock carefully, showing it to everyone. It was still bulging, but Sasha was soon made aware of the sickening reality as the sock started leaking thick, white, cum. Not to mention, it was drenched in Audrey’s own fluids. Sasha gasped with widened eyes as Audrey squatted down beside her with the sock held firmly in her delicate hands. “It’s time you learn your new place in life, Mother.” “Audrey, dear!” Sasha pleaded. “Let’s talk about this, please, I am your mother! O, daughter, forgive my terrible mistakes! I have raised you, I have carried you for 9 fucking months for god’s sa—” “Shhh, mother! The time for apologizing is long gone.” Audrey said, reaching for her mother’s hair and wrapping it around her hand as she would a dog’s leash. Beside the two, Jamal enjoyed the scene as it unfurled. “Open your mouth.” Sasha sealed her lips at the order as she eyed her daughter with the same chastising look she held all the throughout the years, but for the first time ever, they had no effect on her resolute daughter. Moreover, her daughter’s unhinged chuckles echoed disturbingly in the room, filling Sasha with dread and fear as her daughter’s hand reached to clench her noes tightly. Sasha’s eyes’ turn from chastising to desperate was instantaneous, but that, too, had no effect and only a dozen seconds passed before the bondage Sasha gave up and parted her lips to breathe, but as every member of the room knew would happen, the cum-filled, sweaty sock was shoved deep into Sasha’s mouth, and before she could even spit it out, a roll-tape began to wrap around her head, sealing her lips shut. Sasha shuddered with grimacing eyes as the contents of the sock were forcefully drained down her throat and she was forced to taste the fabric of a sock that was drenched in both a black teen’s foot sweat and her own daughter’s cum. “How does it taste, mother? How does it make you feel to be so weak and helpless in front of the daughter you’ve been tormenting for years?” Audrey delivered a harsh, vengeful slap to accompany her words. For the first time in recent memory, Sasha wept desperately, hoping for anything to save her from this torture. She felt like a broken dog. She couldn’t even meet her daughter’s gaze who freely and leisurely slapped her face around, leaving her cheeks stinging with the heat of her daughter’s harsh hand. The revolting drink she was forced to swallow and the sock itself also seemed to trouble her greatly. She felt particularly weak-minded and docile, incapable of finding any resolve within herself to fight off two teens who were having their way with her. She knew she was a much craftier woman, but as soon as she tasted the sock, her mind went blank. There was nothing she could do, she would end up just like her daughter and Casey. She was certain of it each time her eyes wandered in the direction of this black beast who so elaborately had her wrapped around his finger. As if to confirm what she dreaded, Jamal resumed his place beside her, but without saying a word, he laid her on her back the same way he would a ragdoll, except this ragdoll was a pretty-faced milf with a toned body who was utterly helpless. He stood up and rested the sole of his foot on her extremely soft face. It was obvious that Sasha was obsessed with skincare so much that when his foot grazed her cheeks she offered the greatest resistance, but still too immobile, Sasha eventually accepted reality and allowed this teenage boy to defile her face with his sweaty feet. Her tears never ceased as his foot kept roaming her face, leaving a trail of both sweat and tears, but as time passed in that very same position, Sasha’s body started reacting to every poke from Jamal’s feet. Her toes would wipe her eyes free of tears, caress her forehead and fondle her cheeks. It started feeling kind and romantic and gentle and loving at some point and it all caused the very same stirr she felt a couple of hours earlier when she led him to Audrey’s room. Could it be that she never wanted to humiliate him, but, on the contrary, wanted to submit herself to his absolute will?! She couldn’t be sure and didn’t want to believe it to be the case, but it was increasingly proving to be the case every time his foot would remain for too long over her face. Sasha would involuntarily be filled with thoughts of extreme submission and worship and passion every time his large, wide, black, delectable sole would stomp her face down and grind it against the floor. She tried to fight these thoughts, but it was as impossible as stopping herself from breathing or stopping herself from tasting because, with each breath, she inhaled his foul foot stench straight from the source, and even if she tried to breathe little, his sock tasted of the same smell and had the same effect on her. Could it really be that his pheromones were really changing her mind? At least that would explain it! Yes, she was a dominant, sadistic woman, this wasn’t her! Of course, it wasn’t! “Are you mine?” Came a booming, gruff voice that claimed her for his own. The voice couldn’t belong to a mere man. It must’ve been the voice of a god. She, herself, was frozen, but her mind knew to nod in agreement with what had been said. “Will you still resist me?” God spoke again and it made her tremble with fear and guilt. She looked up to him and admired every distinct feature of his. His buff, bulging arms, his fine, thick skin, and his soothing, dominant eyes. How could she ever resist him? “Mmm!” She quivered ‘no’ through the tape, but it was unrecognizable. Her god, however, understood and nodded, calming her. She watched as her much larger black lord slowly untied her restraints until she was completely free of her bondage, but even then, she remained flat on the floor, eyes fixated upon her lord’s eyes. The moment came when she could retain her dignity, but she did nothing. She wanted to move and crawl away, but her muscles wouldn’t obey her will, even when she was pulled from her thighs until her bottom met his crotch, with her legs high up in the air. She remained expressionless and strengthless as she felt his huge, pulsating cock spread her pussy-lips. She even drooled and heard herself moan as she hadn’t in her life as he bred her. “I cannot believe this.” She thought to herself in a state of both agitated distraught and pleasure. “What has become of me?” He squeezed her thighs callously as he humped. “I am not being forced into this, I am free!” She thought as she raised her arms in the air above her. “But I am letting this happen to me. I am allowing myself to be defiled by a 19-year-old boy, a black on, too. He is breeding me and filling me with his semen, he isn’t even wearing a condom. Jamal, he is called, but of course, I can’t think of him as just Jamal after what he did to me…what he is doing to me. Perhaps I c-can stop him?!” Sasha tried to drag herself away, but as she raised her head, Jamal’s right foot pressed her back down. That way he fucked her while keeping her beneath his foot. She, of course, didn’t object and remained under his foot, happily breathing through it as if it was her opium while he eventually orgasmed inside of her. The psychological humiliation was far too much at this point. She has always been treated as a goddess in sex, but now she was fucked underfoot. Jamal exited her and regarded her pompously as she remained flat on her back, trembling and twitching like a mad woman as cum leaked out of her vagina. He removed the tape before climbing up to his feet. “Have you finally accepted me as your god?” Sasha hastened to nod, still twitching unexpectedly as her mind dealt with the trauma inflicted upon her. “We will see about that,” Jamal said with a sense of finality as he pointed his cock towards her and began to relieve himself with a stream of hot, yellow piss. “Open your mouth.” The final remnants of dignity and pride residing within Sasha gave away when the stream of piss soaked her face and trickled through her long, luscious hair, forcing her to shut her burning eyes. She yielded and opened her mouth, letting the stream flow through her throat and into her body. For what seemed to be an entire minute, her entire, bare body was subjected to an unending surge of piss that left her marked with its scent as cum leaked out of her cunt just like a bitch in heat. When the stream stopped, a smile formed on Sasha’s lips and when she reopened her eyes, her irises were as crimson as they could ever be. Completely naked and covered in piss, Sasha hastened to her hands and knees and bowed at her owner’s feet, laughing audibly to herself before kissing his feet. “THANK YOU, MY LORD, FOR THIS HONOR!” She cried out, sliding her long tongue between his toes.

The sun was rising when two outlaws, Annie and Cole, were just waking up from their tent they have set up around the Cotorra Springs. Cole had gone ahead to give himself a shave over the barrel while Annie collected her gun belt from under her pillow. Annie is a fairly built woman. She has brown hair tied up a pair of braids, green eyes and a scar that ran across her cleavage that she normally showed off as a proclaimer of her prideful day she survived that worthwhile haul for Cripps. Still, everything else she would put on: a leather vest, a pair of pants, a black longcoat and her matching black hat. Good thing Cole had his shaving mirror in a position where he couldn’t see Annie in the undress. Of course, that bastard was clever enough for her to nudge the mirror just close to seeing glimpses of her. Cole has been Annie’s partner for two months... both out of the law and in bed. Of course, as much as they seek to make it as the toughest outlaws in the Grizzlies, they’ve had a rough career. Cole once tried to prove that by playing Five Finger Filet back in Strawberry and he ended up losing a finger. That was how he met Annie when she showed a better game of it than him and they agreed a dueling partnership since. On this day, Annie decided to kick back a bit more since yesterday. Apparently doing an ambush on Fort Wallace really did a number on them. It took all the ammunition they had to see if they could hold it as their own, until a rival gang had them retreating on their horses finding themselves back to their encampment at the springs where Cripps was waiting. Annie’s stomach began to rumble, telling her to grab some breakfast before doing anything on that day. She leaned over the campfire that had been set up ahead by Cole already and brewed her own coffee in a tin cup. She always liked it strong while Cole was pathetic at making it. Annie wanted to be energized for a possibly bountiful hunting trip. But where energy is good, it’s also better to have some strength as well. Annie looked through the meat pack, expecting to find a supply of that bear meat she expected to season with some of the wild mint she and Cole had gathered together. But much to her surprise... there was no meat at all in the pack. All that was in it was the smell of rotted juice. “Cole!” Annie shouted. Cole cleaned off his shaving cream and came over to Annie “What is it, Annie?” “The meat...” Annie gasped “It’s gone. I could have sworn we had a good stash of it yesterday.” “Oh, right.” Cole said nervously while scratching his head “You see, with how much we saved, I thought it would be a good opportunity to, uh... sell it.” “You sold it?” Annie gave a glare at Cole. “I did it last night while your were sleeping. That butcher over in Strawberry paid a pretty good price for it. You know I’m trying to save our money for a Rolling Block rifle.” Cole tried to defend himself “With that baby we can have a higher chance—“ “YOU SOLD OUR FOOD!” Annie screamed at Cole “I am hungry, Cole.” “I’m s-sorry.” Cole said. “Sorry ain’t gonna cut it, dipshit.” Annie growled “Just for that, you’re going to do the hunting for me.” Annie grabbed their only weapon with any sort of ammunition: the bow and arrow. “Here, take this.” Annie said while firmly shoving the bow into Cole’s hand “And don’t come back until you hunted a deer. And not just any deer. Make sure it’s a deer with a perfect pelt or I’ll stab you in the throat.” Cole chuckled softly “But, Annie, honey, don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?” “GO!!” Annie shouted making Cole rush into his hunt by himself. After Cole had vanished into the woods by himself, Annie grumbled to herself and facepalmed. There was also another grumbling sound coming from her stomach as well. Seeing as there’s nothing left to do, she walked over to the table where Cripps was sharpening his knife. “Trouble sleeping?” Cripps asked as he noticed the grim face on Annie’s face. “No, it’s that dumbass Cole.” Annie said “He went out and sold our stash of meat and didn’t tell me about it. Now, I’m without breakfast.” “Well, if yer that hungry then here’s a biscuit for ya.” Cripps said offering her one of his own bits of supply. Annie blew away some of the stray bits of her hair that draped off her forehead. “Come on, you gotta at least have something to go on.” Cripps said “‘sides, I got plenty.” Annie rolled her eyes and accepted the biscuit. She ate it with much gusto. “Woah there, girl.” Cripps chuckled “You can get a belly ache from scarfin’ it down like that.” Annie only coughed after eaten the dry biscuit but otherwise, she was fine. “Thanks, Cripps.” Annie said “That helped a little.” In fact, now that she’s eaten, she had calmed herself down. Still, she really was counting on some eating some meat. “Why dontcha go and blow off some steam?” Cripps asked “Didn’t Cole get a treasure map from Madame Nazar yesterday? Maybe you could look into that.” “Treasure map?” Annie came to realize that there was a map stored in the supply bag and she pulled it out to take a look. Upon examination, it seems the location of the treasure is somewhere in the Wapiti Indian Reservation. “Hey, that’s not far at all actually. I can just find it and bring it here before Cole returns.” “Welp, you be sure to leave him a message ‘bout that.” Cripps said when he swung a some pelts over his shoulder and loading it onto his wagon. Being the most famous trader in the land, Cripps was always happy to visit campground after campground for some prospects. “What do you ‘spose you’ll find at that Injun place?” “Actually, according to this map, it seems to say something about a deer.” Annie said “Probably some novelty material they made into a deer. Maybe not gold, but hey if the art rendering is good enough, it might be worth a couple dollars.” “Better than nothin’.” Cripps said as he climbed onto his wagon. “Also, Cripps, I’d appreciate it if you don’t say that word in front of me again.” Annie said. “What word?” “The one where you referred to the Wapiti Reservation.” Annie said. “Ya mean... “Injun?”” Cripps asked. “Yes.” “Ah, you young’uns.” Cripps chuckled “Back in my day there weren’t no courtesy twixed us and the Injuns. We meet friendly ones, sure. But when many of us settled up a house in a good clean land, they attack our women and children, collecting scalps along the way. And now here you are suggestin’ we say nice things about ‘em.” “I am aware of the pilgrimage of yesteryear.” Annie said “But I also read some books about the Natives’ perspective. We’ve plundered and pillaged their lands for so long, I just thought we could do at least do something for them in return. I mean, haven’t you heard of the Trail of Tears?” Cripps then grinned at bit “All right, all right. I won’t say “Injun” anymore. But because I still don’t understand it, my price for that is gonna be one perfect bear pelt. Think you can handle that?” “Sure. It’s a deal.” Annie said. “Now, if we’re done here, then I’m off. H’yup!” Cripps goaded his draft horse to pull his wagon onto the trail “Good luck, Miss Annie!” “Bye!” Annie waved. Once Cripps was gone, Annie loaded up her gear onto her horse and galloped over to the Wapiti grounds to look for the treasure as described on the map. Once she got there, she used her keen Eagle Eye senses to determine where the item was located. Then she managed to find it. It was in one of the abandoned teepees. There was a little box with images of deer and vague symbols that Annie recognized as “Curse” and “Do not open”. That was all she got from them. But as much as she would defend the Natives, she didn’t buy into the myths and legends they often spoke of. She thought her Catholic teaching was hilarious, so if she don’t believe in God, then there was no chance in hell of her believing any curse the Natives would warn about. Annie opened the little box and found a little wooden carving of a doe deer. It was painted in blue and red stripes, white dots and some black markings. Quite a common Native American design, but Annie still felt she could get a few dollars off of it. After all, if it’s deemed “cursed” by the Natives, then it’s gotta be worth something. Annie then reached to touch the carving. But then... ZAP! “OW!” Annie grunted. She barely touched the thing and felt like a surge of electricity through her body. She thought it was weird for something made out of wood to feel like that. It was then her neck started itching and she gave it a scratch. Only she felt something odd about the back of her neck. It felt hairier than usual. Suddenly, more hair sprung out all the way down her back. The hair settled down into a fur pelt that she grown familiar with. “What the...?” Annie was curious as to why a patch of fur would grow out of her back when she felt a shearing pain coming from her butt “OW!” It felt like she was stabbed from the inside right above her crack. Annie took off her longcoat to see what had happened. It would be possible that she just sat on an arrowhead, but when she checked, it was no arrowhead. There was a deer’s tail that had popped out of her pants. Annie gasped “What is going on? What’s happening to me?” Then the fur that grew along her back started to get around to her breasts, her belly and her... region. It was getting itchy and uncomfortable so she stripped off all her clothes. Looking down her chest, she saw that her body was being covered in fur completely. She could vaguely see her scar that she was so proud of before. Annie decided to feel up her shrinking breasts to find the scar with her hoof. Wait, her hoof? She looked at her hand that was reforming itself. She felt so much pain from the hands, it was like they were on fire. The fingers fused and morphed themselves into split toed hooves. Then Annie felt her feet having that same thing happen. They stretched themselves out and morphed into the rear legs of an ungulate. This managed to shove her boots off her newly formed hooves. At this moment, Annie was only covered in deer fur, had a tail and also four hooves. “Why is this ha—(Bleat)” Annie tried to speak but then she was cut off by her making a bleating sound. She bleated more as her panic rose. But panic had to wait some more as she she felt her bones being restructured into her new form. It was a pain more than she could bear. Then she felt her ears changing shape into a pair of furry teardrops. Finally, the part that made the transformation complete: Her face. As much as she braced herself for this part of the change, Annie’s human skull made its transition into a dear skull. It was the most painful process to go through. All done, Annie breathed heavily in her new deer form She attempted to stand up on her two back legs, but to no avail. Her deer body could not support her ability to walk on two legs when she was human. She now has to walk on all fours. It was an obstacle to be sure, but Annie managed to get the hang of her walking as a deer. The first thing Annie had to do was to check the stream, so she was able to look at herself. She sprung past her horse being content to just eating the blades of grass. Annie found a stream and looked at her reflection. She was both stunned and amazed, but more so, she was panicked. “How could this happen?” Annie thought as the only thing that didn’t change was her human intelligence. “Was that little wooden deer really cursed?” Annie then made a sigh “Okay, girl, get it together. Let’s think about this. If there’s anything I know about curses, it’s that they can be broken, right? Yeah, yeah. There should be someone who knows about Native folklore enough to break this curse.” She then lifted one of her hooves and groaned “But of all the curses, why a deer? Couldn’t it been something more badass than that? Like a cougar, or a bear even? Being a wolf would have been nice too, you know!” Annie made a glare into the sky hoping that it would catch the spirits’ attention all while making a very loud bleating sound. “I have to find Cole.” Annie thought “He’ll be the only one who could recognize me as me. I’ll just have to play game of charades with him. He can be an idiot, but surely he can’t be so stupid as to—“ Just then an arrow whizzed by and stuck the ground next to Annie’s hooves. She took a look to where the arrow came from and it was Cole, readying another arrow. Annie’s brown deer eyes widened and thought “Oh no...” She checked out her own fur and knew it was a perfect pelt. She remembered warning Cole not to come back to camp without a perfect deer pelt and that, she realized, was precisely what Cole is after. “I gotta run!” Annie sprinted in with her new deer form before Cole could get another arrow out. “Damn it!” Cole uttered “I ain’t gonna give up on this one. Annie will kill me if I don’t come back with it.” Cole whistled a signal for his horse and he mounted before chasing after the deer. As Annie continued to run, she stumbled a few times, since this was only her first hour being a deer and she hadn’t got the time to see how she could run in her new body. Because of this, Cole was having numerous chance to catch up to her on horseback. “No, Cole stop!” Annie could only make bleating sounds to Cole’s ears “It’s me! Annie!” The chase was getting close and Cole drew his bow once more and fired another arrow. The arrow flew through the air and made a direct hit into Annie’s backside. “Agh!” Annie bleated again and stumbled for her last time and bumped into a tree trunk. “Yes!” Cole held a fist to the air “We got her! Now, Annie will be proud of me.” Annie groggily woke up from her crash and tried to get up, but the arrow was struck her in the back and she couldn’t feel her back hooves. She was paralyzed. “No...” Annie thought. Cole dismounted his jittery horse. He then patted his horse calming her down “Now, easy, girl. This will only take a minute.” Cole then pulled out his knife. Annie perked her ears in fear. She then flailed her hooves in a vain effort to escape. Unfortunately, Cole’s strong arms wrapped around her neck. Annie could only make bleating noises which would translated into “No, Cole! It’s me, Annie! Don’t—Agh!” Cole plunged his knife into Annie’s neck silencing her for good. Annie, felt the knife and everything goes black before she laid still. “Sorry, fella.” Cole said “But Annie told me to bring something like you back. A perfect pelt.” Then Cole’s horse goes even more crazy neighing loudly. “Hey, steady, girl.” Cole said “What’s the matter? You smell something?” All of a sudden, a bear comes out from hiding from the woods. Cole’s pants turned yellow before he scrambled to get to his horse. But unfortunately, the horse kicked him back and ran away. “Oh no...” Cole said before the bear charged and chomped down onto his shoulder. He screams as he was dragged in the woods before his screams abruptly stop along with the sound of crunched bones. This left the corpse of Annie the deer all by itself.