Wolfbrand (The Rebellious Slave 2)

Wolfbrand (The Rebellious Slave 2)
Mikala Ash
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Copyright ©2025 Mikala Ash

Like wasps descending on an unwary prey, the V formation of black-caped Skolls roared down the foothills. As the mercenaries’ air-cars descended in clouds of dust and fury, Chin Lau lay dreaming within his shackles. Cold and uncomfortable in the cramped confines of the cart’s metal cage, he squirmed in the arms of a powerfully sensual dream, blissfully unaware of the impending attack.

His fevered mind pulsated with convoluted sexual images and sensations; Rowan sliding her hot mouth down the length of his throbbing shaft, his tongue tingling as it explored the silken folds of her pussy, her honey thick in his mouth. As his throbbing fantasy organ nudged the back of Rowan’s throat, Chin Lau’s physical cock tented the thin cloth covering his loins.

Rowan’s dreamy moans of pleasure mingled with the high-pitched scream of the carthorse and the fearful curse from Triv, the driver, before being drowned out completely by the savage caterwauling of the air-cars.

The cart came to a shuddering halt. A cloud of fine dust raised by the circling marauders washed over them. Chin Lau’s head cracked against the bars and he shook himself awake. “What’s going on?” he shouted as he fingered his slave collar. He was rewarded with a pulse of pleasure, which immediately relieved his anxiety.

“Stay quiet, for Po’s sake!” Triv hissed.

Chin Lau peered between the bars. The dozen air-cars noisily circling the cart were ugly and menacing. The helmeted riders wore long black capes, which billowed out behind them like the wings of giant bats. Their leather breeches shone darkly and the swords and laser rifles strapped to their backs glinted ominously in the dawn’s light.

Chin Lau noticed what looked like the dispersion barrels of laser cannons protruding from the engine cowlings of their vehicles. Where he recognized these advanced weapons from he had no idea but their lethal significance was clear. He fingered his collar again to quell the new wave of fear rising from his gut.

Swaying at the back of the lead rider’s saddle was a tall bamboo pole topped by a wolf skull. Chin Lau swallowed nervously as the slim, muscular rider motioned to the driver to step down.

“We’re done for, lad,” Triv warned as he climbed down off his seat and stood by the cage.

“Who are they?”

“Wolves. Skolls. Black-hearted bastards from the wastelands.” He spat into the dust. “Make peace with your God, lad. We’ll not see tomorrow.”

All but three of the air-cars ceased their orbiting of the cart and came to a halt in a circle surrounding them. The one who’d ordered the driver to the ground dismounted and Chin Lau could now discern her very feminine form. Despite his fear, he felt the familiar stirring in his crotch, and his cock, which had deflated in fear, now filled with the blood of expectation.

The Skoll leader’s leather cloak was unfastened and gaped open as she stretched out a long, shapely leg to steady her car as it settled onto its skids. Her tight leather leggings ended high on her thighs, revealing a strip of jet-black skin between that and her dark leather loincloth. She wore a heavily bejeweled utility belt from which her sword and scabbard hung. The blue and green decorations sparkled coldly in the early sun.

Her bare midriff was tight and muscled and her large breasts were encased in a thick sculpted breastplate, which opened down the center, revealing deep cleavage. True to his nature, Chin Lau’s cock pulsed again, and he wondered how she liked to be fucked.

The leader removed her battle helmet, revealing a firmly defined face with a square jaw, full red lips and high cheekbones. Her coal-black hair was hoisted above her head in a tight glossy ponytail.

With manifest malevolence she strode toward them, her eyes fixed on the cage. Chin Lau felt a chill wind run down his spine. He gasped as the warrior woman struck the driver in the face with a sudden extension of her muscular arm. Poor Triv sprawled face first into the dust.

She stepped up to the cage and with deep-set eyes studied Chin Lau for a full minute. The whites of her eyes were bright, standing out in stark contrast with the ebony skin of her face. At the corner of her left eye, the flesh was puckered in a livid scar the shape of a wolf head.

A threatening silence descended on the plain and Chin Lau found himself leaning back into the corner of his cage, which five minutes before had been his prison. Now it was his only protection.

“What is your name, slave?” The leader’s voice rumbled, menacing and powerful. She was a woman of authority, used to being obeyed.

The last thing Master Slavin had said to him, before ordering his hasty removal from the Hold, was that his new name was to be Tor. Why he would be given a new name just before he was shipped off to be sold, he couldn’t guess. But the Master was adamant and had made him swear to forget his old name. The Master had also been desperately afraid and…

“Well, slave?”

Chin Lau jumped. “My-my name is Tor,” he stammered, his fingers stroking his slave collar.

The penetrating eyes of the Skoll watched his fingers. “You’re a pretty one, aren’t you?”