Author's Note, PLEASE FUCKING READ BEFORE YOU ASK STUPID QUESTIONS!!!!: So this is something my boyfriend and I came up with. It starts with his character. I very very lightly cleaned it up, but it was something we were emailing back and forth, so wherever there is a break in the story it is passing back and forth between us. It is his fursona, and my fursona, and a random character he came up with. It's kinda weird, a little out there, but whatever, just thought I'd throw it up here. We're not done with it. And he sucks at spelling and grammar, but that's ok, I wuves him anyways. ^.^
One midsummer night a young man goes walking down into an abandoned part of town. He’d met a smart, funny, and sexy little redhead, she’d handed him a napkin with her number and address and asked him to meet her tonight. He’d called the number, she said come on over and that she had a fun night for the two of them planed. As he walked he was a little uneasy with his surrounding, only street lights and no sign of people other then the building. He came to the address and it was an old Victorian style house plus the only building with lights on inside, the hair on the back of his neck stood strait up after he griped the rope of the old doorbell and heard the first toll of the tongue hitting the silver of the bell.
“Come in the door is unlocked”, says a female voice from inside, and then giggling of more females in the living room.
He shrugs off his bad feelings believing them to be just nerves and opens the door to find an absolutely beautiful hallway nothing like he’d ever seen in real life mirrors on the walls old style tables, as he walked down the hall and came to the entrance of the living room more giggles came out. Peering around the corner to find three women laying on the rug, one he recognized as the one he’d met the night before laying there in nothing but lacy panties. The other two where laying on ether side of her the blonde was sucking on her right nipple as I walked in, the brunette bared her teeth and growled at him like a dog.
The red head slapped the brunette, “Bad girl he’s my guest. AHH!” as the blonde bit into her breast pulling away leaving a ring of teeth marks around her nipple. Lust fills his eyes as he looked into the red head’s eyes and she smiles back at him. “I believe you are a bit over dressed at this point boy…” The moment she uttered the words the blonde and brunette where pushing him to the ground and removing his clothing violently, with buttons flying around the room from his shirt and his pants torn to shreds and tossed to the side he lay there in half shock, nude and three women standing over him. “My, my you look tasty enough to eat with that dazed animal look on your face.” The three of them in unison licked their lips, fear hit him like a truck and the moment he tried to move the blonde and brunette where holding him down to the floor evil smiles on their face. The red head laid across his body, rubbing his cock with her hand, and meeting his eyes, “Welcome to my parlor, after we’re done here you’ll be nothing more then a slave sold on auction. No one will miss you and no one will even know of your existence in this world anymore.”
He shakes his head and fights to brake free but these women may look small but their so strong it’s not real, can’t be real. Finally after a few minutes of squirming he looks up at her again, “Why? What have I done to deserve such a fate?”
“You where born.” kisses him on the lips forcing a pill down his throat, “And now you will be reborn.” She runs her fingers over his chin and down his neck, “And don’t fret too much women like their men to be…” Grip his cock tightly and a moan escapes his lips, “As responsive as you seem to be.” With that whatever she had made him swallow was taking effect, his sight blurred, head became heavy, the hands holding him down seem to just drift away until there was nothing but an empty void like he was dreaming.
Something burned his body but he couldn’t do anything he was still floating it seemed his body began to change he could feel it. Fur grew out of his skin heavily until is was a coat from head to toe, his hair from his head grew at an odd rate until it was draping over his body down to his knees. His face elongated forming a muzzle, his teeth formed fangs, and he could feel his tail bone growing as well… What was he becoming? What had those women done to him?
He slowly became more aware of his surrounding, the smell of dirt, sweat, and sex!? Where in the world was he and why would he be able to smell other people having sex? He tried to sit up and couldn’t. He tried to open his eyes and it hurt to so he shut them again. Now he could hear voices around him.
An old hearty voice, “Ya, got the one in there from some rift traders today. He looks in good shape, but it’s been a few days and he’s not moved very much. If he’s not up and around for the auction tomorrow I may very well feed him to the dogs, I pay more for them anyway.”
A rough voice, “It’s a shame to do something like that to a snow fox like that, their rare around these parts and even if he’s still out of it I’m sure you can get a few coins more then you paid for him at the market.”
The older one lets out a sigh, “I didn’t luck out like you last month in market, not even sure I want to go if he’s all I have to sell.”
I could somehow feel the other man smile, “Well if you want I can buy him off your hands here and now and I’ll sell him at market. How much did you buy him for?”
“It was an odd deal with them ladies they only wanted 50 silver and the assurance that he wouldn’t be abused to bad with whatever master bout him.”
The rough voiced one laughed, “Not the normal with them ladies at all and that makes me wonder what is so special about him, now on to the deal at hand. I’ll give you a full gold and see to it your word is kept. Making him only offered exclusively to masters I know treat their slaves rather fairly, sound like a fair deal?”
The older man smiles, “Sounds like my day is working out and you my friend have a deal.” They shake hands and exchange coin.
I open my eyes again forcing them to focus through the pain, finding myself in a brown tent one man is very weathered, late 60s at first guess and the other was much younger most likely mid 30s.
The older man looks down at me, “Well, well lil one you wake up just in time to go to market with you current slave handler Garth.” He runs his hand through the fox’s hair, “Boy his hair is soft, come over a take a feel Garth.”
Garth shakes his head and walks over, “His hair is an odd color for a snow fox.” Garth runs his hand through the fox’s hair as well. “Wow his hair is like pure silk, that’s unreal no wonder they made you swear to find him a good master. Some of the more sadistic one would use his hair for clothing or something. Lets get him in the back with the others if I’m going to make it in time for the market to be open and my tents set up for the morning I have to leave now.”
As it turns out he wasn’t tied down and Garth helped him stand leaning heavily on the man because he still couldn’t move very well. The fox’s breath is labored by the time they get to the cage on Garth’s wagon.
Garth looks at the fox up and down again, “You’ll be fine all the slavers have an idea of what the rift traders do to their slaves but no one asks for confirmation. I’ve gotten a slave from them before that acted much like you are now it’ll take a day or two now that your somewhat awake but the side effects will go away and I’m a man of my word you’ll get a good master when we get to market.” He rubs the fox’s back as a tear falls from the fox’s eye. Opening the cage door, “It’s best if you try to sleep some more on the way and on an up side the male cage is full so your stuck being the only male in a cage full of females.” The fox whimpers a bit and lies just inside the door and the cage is shut and locked, shortly there after the fox falls asleep.
Roughly a day later he awakes to something cold sticking him his crotch and air movement that sounds like something sniffing.
The slave handlers had tossed a pretty young snow fox into the cage with her. The other females had drawn away from the male, but a little white wolfess slowly pulled away from the others. She sniffed the air cautiously, her purple eyes on the white fox. She creeps a little closer, her pink, pierced nose flaring with the scent of him. He was a strange looking one.
“He's harmless,” she hissed back to the other females that huddled together, whimpering. “He's not even fully conscious. They did something to him.” She peered at the dark red runes that almost seemed to skitter over his fur.
Reaching out, she gently stroked his wavy hair. She felt him shift slightly under her hand, his piercing green eyes opening just for moment. They had a glazed appearance, like he wasn't all there. Then he fell back into his stuper state.
“Poor thing.” She curled up near him, using her own thick white fluff to help keep him warm as they were jostled about in the large cage. The wagon was a terribly uncomfortable ride. Her pink, pierced tongue slipped out and licked the fox's nose, making sure it stayed wet so it wouldn't crack.
By morning, they had arrived to the market place. The little wolfess glared around, her floppy, striped ears- which reached down to her small, perky breasts- were laid back. She dared anyone to come near her. Despite being raised a slave, she had never been broken. The wolf instinct was strong in her. She was no alpha, but she was most certainly no omega.
After the wagon had stopped, the slave handlers came over and swung the heavy cage door open with a creak. “Grab him.”
As the large burly males snagged the fox's arms, the little white wolfess snarled, snapping at their hands. “Leave him alone! He can't do anything!”
She found the back of gauntleted hand cracking her across the muzzle. With a whimper, she quickly drew back near the other females, watching as the helpless fox was dragged out of the cage. Garth then looked up to her with a grin. “Don't worry, my pretty little spitfire. He's guaranteed to go to a good master. You, however, are not.”
The fox’s eyes open and stare back at the wolfess as he is removed from the cage. The market handlers where much more rough, then Garth or the old man had been, gripping the fox’s arms tightly and tossing him into a puddle of mud in a tent. Garth walked in and started yelling at them, “You have to be careful with this one you could damage him and we wouldn’t know until later and I do not sell damaged goods to my clients!”
The bigger of the two handlers glared at Garth, “He’s a slave who cares if they’re a lil bruised they’re there for work or sex it’s all they're good for.” He grabs the fox by the back of the head and pulls his hair back so hard making him scream in pain, “See, you can tell if he’s hurt now.”
“You let him go now and leave this tent and tell your boss I need to speak to him now or else…” Garth only took two steps before the man had a dagger at the fox’s neck.
“Or else what?” rubbing the blade on his victims’ neck.
Garth stopped dead in his tracks as the fox’s eyes started to glow and the slaver suddenly became pale and gazed at the green of its eyes before dropping the knife and ran out the tent and into a fire a mage had just cast burning to death before anyone knew what was happening.
The fox smiled, “Or else that…” now standing in the puddle. Glancing back at Garth, “Sorry if I may have just gotten you in trouble and I thank you for trying to look after me.” The fox then turns you face the other slave handler, “As for you, I hope your manners are better then your friend’s.” Looking back at a dumbfounded Garth, “Could you tell me the purpose of this tent so we can do whatever it is we’re to do?”
Garth shakes off his surprise, “Um, yes this is the wash tent and then I was going to show you to potential masters to whom would then inspect you physically leading to privet bidding and then you go home with them and do what they want you to do. At that point it’s up to the master to decide.”
The fox nods in understanding, “So shall we get on with it?” Looking around he spots a bucket of water and a scrubber, then starts cleaning. After a few minutes of cleaning his fur was nice and white, his hair honey brown, he found his fingers tracing some of the runes that seem branded into his fur almost floating on top.
Garth smiles, “You look quite well and should fetch a good price.” He runs his hands down the fox’s fur cups his ass, the fox protests, and Garth cups his balls as well, the fox protests more with a small snarl his hands going over his muzzle in surprise of what slipped out. Garth laughs, “That’s a new one normally when I do that to a guy that’s not bound I get kicked you seemed more in shock that you growled at me then my inspecting you.”
His eyes go wide, “You’re telling me that was an inspection… Like what I’m going to be going through in the next tent?”
Garth nods and chuckles, “Yes and you can look forward to this happening at least seven times before the auction from different people. Your about as ready as you’ll ever be… oh by the way in the next room it’s normal for the slave to be chained to the floor.”
He nods, “I understand… I am the slave after all.” He whimpers a little as Garth guides him into the adjacent tent. He kneels on the ground where the chains are laying and Garth puts the shackles in place. Then Garth walks out of the tent and comes back a few moments later with three people. The first was a short young lady wearing a bright blue dress with lace, a Victorian tea hat to match, the second was a wolf in rough tan leather garb witch went well with his tan fur, and the third was a elderly looking man with a cane, his hair was white as a ghost and his robe was an off brown.
Garth walks to just in front of me and turns to face them, “So who would like to inspect the fox first? He’s a fresh slave with fairly good manners and he is chain simply for your safe of mind.”
The lady in blue takes a step forward, “Fresh you say? As in you haven’t broken him yet?”
Shaking his head, “No ma’am he hasn’t been broken and thus far has not needed to be.”
She smiles, “Normally you produce quality slaves from breaking them, what makes this one so special? If I walk up and hit him across the face will he bite or take it like a good slave? My slaves also entertain guests and their “tastes” is he going to bite one of them for going a little too far?”
“Try him for yourself, he’s chained and can’t do anything to you we can even leave the room for a few minutes for you to have your inspection.”
The wolf coughs, “He’s still a virgin… leaving her in here to test him would take that away from the price tag.”
She protests, “You think I would just jump on a slave like that?”
The wolf smiles at her, “It’s not my place to say but my mistress wouldn’t want sloppy seconds after she was told of a virgin snow fox in this tent.”
“How dare you!” She tries to slap the wolf and misses hitting the ground hard. “I don’t need to put up with this from a wolf. Good day Garth as cute as the fox looks I’ll be back later to look at your other stock.” and she storms from the tent.
The quite old man shakes his head, “A spirited one that was, I was simply looking for a house slave but looking at this fox more closely this wolf’s mistress would be the best bet for a good home Garth, he’s well hung and manners is more for breeding in Catarra’s outfit.”
Garth looks at the man, “But didn’t you say you needed someone who could help with your studies as well and clean and cook? I’m sure once he’s trained he’ll be ideal and loyal.”
“Yes, but it’s easier on an old man’s eyes to be looking at a female.” Shaking his head, “Thank you for a chance at him but another reason is the markings on his arms and legs, my colleges would go giddy over them and may try to skin him alive to get at them.”
“Ah, yes a mage’s work is never done. Well I thank you for coming and if you with the female auction will be coming up after I’m through here.”
“Very well, I’ll see you then.”
Him leaving left just the wolf as potential masters. The wolf smiles, “The offer price is fine my mistress will enjoy this one and as per you stipulation on the low price he will be well taken care up so long as he minds.”
Garth nods and runs his hand through the fox’s hair calming him slightly, “Then we have a deal and the fox is yours.”
The wolf hands Garth a small pouch of gold, “And our deal is set for one as rare as this.” He bends down in front of the fox pushing his hair out of his face, “Trust me boyo this is a good deal and when we get there you’ll figure out really fast why, but first lets get you moved out to the cage and I still have some more shopping to do.”
Garth and this wolf unchained him and walked out to a carriage with bars all around it. They opened it and helped him into the fancy cage.
The white wolfess watched the fox get taken into a large tent. She wiped at her pink pierced nose, her dingy white fur covered with blood from being hit so hard. A moment later, they watched as one of the guards that had taken the fox into the tent went running out in a panic, right into an entertaining mage's fire, screaming as he burned alive. Immediately, the wolfess pressed her face against the bars, trying to peek in through the flaps of the tent.
After a bit, Garth came out, walking past her. His hand came up and he roughly shoved her muzzle back into the cage with a glare. She bared her teeth at him, but stayed in the cage. She watched as he led 3 people back into the tent. As they past, the single wolf amongst them glanced at her. She bared a single fang at the male wolf, challenging him by staring him straight in the eyes. He grinned at her before vanishing into the tent.
It didn't take long before Garth came out of the tent. He called for some more of the market guards. He again unlocked the cage. The other females quivered, whimpering as the men grabbed a hold of them and dragged them out of the cage. All the while, the white wolfess snarled, snapping at any hand that came near her. Finally, one of the men came over with a long pole, a loop of rope threaded through a hole at the end of the pole. With some effort, he managed to get the rope around the wolfess' neck, wrenching her forward.
“High spirited this one is. In the old days she would have been the alpha of some pack. But now she's just dirt with teeth.” The guard pulled on her so hard, she tripped, and he used his leverage with the pole to force her onto her back. Snarling, the she-wolf lay there in the mud, glaring death at the guard.
“That's enough," Garth snapped. "There are those masters who enjoy breaking hot tempered slaves like this. Now put her with the other females. Need to get them cleaned up.”
The guard dragged her to her paws, her long purple hair dripping with mud, the silver diamond pattern on her back hidden by the filth. The guard forced her to a long pole by which about a dozen wrist shackles hung. The 5 other females were already shackled up and stripped naked for all interested eyes to see. With much effort, the guards managed to wrestle the she-wolf into place. Unable to use her hands, having to stand on her very tip toes to avoid hanging, she was helpless as the guards stripped her with much enthusiasm. She snarled as she felt one of them grope her breasts, yelped as another fingered her under her tightly tucked tail.
Finally, they left her there. Stepping aside, they chuckled as the she-wolf suddenly yowled as powerful cold water drenched her. When they had sufficiently hosed her down, they moved on to the other females. Hanging there, shivering, soaked through to her skin, her nipples perked, parting the fur to show the piercings. She growled when one of the guards reached out and pinched her nipple.
Finally, they were blasted with air, drying their fur quickly. As the other females were led away, the guard again put the loop of rope around the white wolfess' neck. After they let her arms down, she was hauled off after the other females. One by one, the females were inspected by potential buyers. Broken as they were, they kept their heads down, accepted any touch, never looked anyone in the eyes.
Before the last female was sold off, the guard holding the wolfess forced her down to her knees. Another guard came over to her front. Her arms had been shackled behind her back to avoid her clawing at anyone. The guard managed to snag her by her long hair and shoved her face into a tight leather muzzle. The whole time she snarled while it was wrapped around her head.
At last, the wolfess was dragged roughly, naked, into the tent. “And this is the last one of the day. She is very high spirited and strong willed. A good project for any who enjoy breaking in their slaves. She would also, in my humble opinion, make quite a decent breeder. Any pups she has would be strong and well formed. If anyone would like to take a closer look at her, they are welcome to. Just stay away from her front. She may be muzzled, but she's very feisty.”
Out of a dozen or more people that stood in the tent, only a few were female. After seeing how aggressive the she-wolf was, they shook their heads and left. Having a house maid that was more likely to break stuff than clean it was not what they were after. The rest were males, and they looked at the small, lean, strong wolfess' body with much lust. The guard forced her to stand there while several hands began to touch her, feeling her, groping her breasts, and the multiple nipples that were hidden down near her belly. One of the men tugged harshly at a nipple ring. She growled at him, squirming.
Another man roughly grabbed her tail, jerking it up to look at her rear end. “Hmm, nice holes she has,” he chuckled, running his fingers over her furless slit, making her growl all the more.
Finally, they had had their look. The men took their seats. Gauging their interests, Garth started the bid. “I'll start her at 1 gold. Good, 1 gold, can I get 2 gold? 2 gold over there, can I see 3 gold?”
The she-wolf's piercing purple eyes glared around the room. She'd had plenty of masters before, but they had always given up on trying to break her. She smugly warned them in her mind that they were wasting their money.
The count was up to 9 gold. Garth called for 10. After a moment, he was about to call it when a tan, furred hand raised. “10 gold. Can I get 11? Anyone wanna go for 11? Going once, going twice, and SOLD!”
The fox has been sitting in the carriage for what seemed like an eternity then suddenly the scent of the wolf from the first cage of the day and sounds of a struggle got closer to the carriage. He peers out the window and sees her being led using an odd loop around her neck and a stick being held by one of the slave handlers.
The cage opens and the tan wolf is in the doorway, “Your going to have some company in there. Try to calm her down if you can but if you can’t, after we’re clear of the market, I’ll let you ride up front with me if you promise not to try and run.”
He shrugs at the wolf, “And where would I run to? I have no idea where I am or how I got here.”
The tan wolf smiles at him, “Good point. You seem to have a grasp of the situation which is a good thing too. My name’s Alex, and here comes your lovely roommate for the trip to see the mistress.” With that the white wolf is shoved into the carriage loop removed and the cage close.
The fox and the she-wolf are left staring at each other, she’s curled up in the corner on the nice leather seats. The fox inches closer to her slowly sending out calming waves of reassurance but she kicks him back into the other seat, so he backs off slightly.
The fox stares at her for a long time, “May I remove the muzzle from your mouth and possibly unbind your hands if there’s not a lock?” While still looking at him with caution she nods and tips her head to the side so he can get at the strap. He reaches around and undoes the strap pulling the leather muzzle off her snout then moves to the binding on her wrist. “Now you’re not going to replace my kindness here and hurt me once you’re free are you?”
She pauses for a moment and thinks about it, then leans forward to give him better excess to the binding, just simple leather ones to boot. He quickly undoes them and starts to lean back to look in her deep purple eyes, “See I’m not here to rape you or anything of the sort.” He let his hand wander down her jaw.
She smacks he’s hand away, “You're ether brave, stupid, or naïve, and I’m betting on the middle choice.”
He smiles, “It’s more the latter, but it can feed into the middle if there’s too much of it.” Her body relaxes a little as she smirks at him, “You tried to protect me in the cage this morning right?”
She nods, “You seemed fairly out of it and the ride was cold this morning…” She pauses, thinks for a moment, “And they would have punished us if you died of cold…”
He hovers next to her ear and whispers, “Of course that was the reason, I thank you just the same.” He starts to pull back and the carriage hits a bump she ducks and he looses his balance and finds himself barley holding to the top of her seat and a very cold surprise in his crotch. He looks down at her and she at him, “Um… déjà vue anyone?” a blush building on her snow white cheeks she, pushes him into his seat again.
She sarcastically remarks, “Well now I know you’re a male so I don’t need to check again.”
He leans back in the seat smiling at her, “Are you sure now you may want to check a third time…” She growls at him baring fangs, he shakes his head and looks out the window of the carriage, “You let things offend you too much others can use that against you if you’re not careful.” He lets out a sigh.
She glances at him, “Its how I’ve survived so long.”
He smiles at her, “Can you guess how long I’ve been a slave?”
“Not very long, I'll bet. You have no scars to speak of. You don’t act like a slave or you’ve not gotten disciplined at all.”
Pain shoots through his body, his eyes go wide, clenching his hands to his chest and curling onto the floor of the carriage. Runes start to pulse on his skin all over his body black runes and tattoos are forming on his back and arms. He tries hold back the scream but fails, as he screams to the heavens the once sunny weather turns to storms over head as lighting strikes the trees around the road. Tears come streaming down his face as he’s curled in the ball now on his side.
She bend down to him placing her hand on his shoulder suddenly feeling a rush of power flowing through her and quickly pulls away, “Are you alright?” He groans in pain putting his back to the floor of the carriage and his muscles contract as two serpent-like tattoos coil around his arms around his shoulders and they’re heads resting on his chest. He pants a few times and falls unconscious again.
She crawls up beside him poking his knee, stomach, and arms, “Hmm…” she puts her hand to his chest to feel its rise and fall, some of the runes still lingering around his arms and the serpent-like tattoos where still there. She could feel that power from before but in a lesser grade and not trying to flow out to her. His fur and hair started to pulse from white to red and her hand clenched his fur unable to pull back, starting a slow pulse and over the next few moments it sped up to almost full red then a bright flash coated them both in flame, his fur and hair shifted fully to a strawberry red as that particular smell filled the carriage. She was able to unclench her hand and noticed burses from early where healed by his flame.
Somewhat startled by what just transpired she moved back to her seat in time to see them riding into a cave.
The carriage comes to a sudden halt in the torch lit cavern. Movement from in front of the door brings her attention more to her surrounding. The door then opens and Alex looks inside in horror, “I’m sorry mistress it would appear the wolf bled the fox out on the floor…”
A whip cracks him in his back, “Get out of my sight! I give you one simple task and you come back with one dead?! Get out of my sight now and I’ll deal with you later!” He disappears from sight and a Cat-woman is standing in the door of the carriage. She is of medium build with C-cups and tight leather outfit with snaps in choice locations. Her gaze rested on the lil wolfess, “Is he dead or just unconscious?”
“He’s passed out, he’s still breathing.”
“Fine, then.” She grabs the fox by the ankle and starts to drag him out of the carriage.
The wolf gets startled, “Wait what are you doing? You're going to hurt him treating him like that.” She grabs the same ankle and stops the cat from taking him.
“What do you think your doing little bitch!” She punches the wolfess so hard that she flies into the back corner of the carriage and falls unconscious herself. She calls out, “Bruno, Tai take this fox to the open air cages then come back here and throw this disobedient wolf in the dungeon.”
The fox awoke in a cage pain shooting through his back and wings broke the sides and ceiling of the cage off. He looks around and people are running for the doors. He stands up and kicks the cage door open and steps out of it as a black cat-lady walks in with two wolves at her side and the other door two other wolves appear.
He looks around, “What the hell is going on with me…”
The cat-lady motions for the wolves to stay, “Are you done with your tantrum?”
He glares at her, “Tantrum? I guess that describes me kicking the door open…” he chuckles, “But currently with all that has happened am I not entitled to a little outburst?”
She walks up to him caressing his shoulders, “I can only imagine what you’ve been through these last few days. From what Alex has said you where a snow fox and now your red and your hair is red as well where it was a honey brown…” she runs her hand through his hair and sniffs the back of his neck. “And you smell simply delicious.” His body stiffens in response to her touches and she smiles at him for it, “Come you have questions, but this is not the place for that. We should get you cleaned up and relaxed…” she grinds her pussy on his already hard cock.
He smiles at her, “Very well then if you would be so kind as to lead the way.”
The white she-wolf slowly begins to wake. Her head pounds from the blow she had received. With a whimper, she squirms, realizing that she was in chains, another tight muzzle around her snout. She opened her eyes and peers around in the dark, dank cell she was in. The cold stone upon which she lay was in no way comfortable. She wiggled up to a sitting position, tugging weakly at the shackles around her wrists and ankles.
Just then, she heard the lock on the door click and she quickly squirmed over to the wall. The door swung open, blinding her for a moment. She squinted up at a large, muscular wolf. His glossy brown fur accented his large muscles more than hid them.
“Ah, too bad you're awake. I would have preferred taking you while you were out. But either way, you'll still be getting what you deserve.” With that, he slammed the door shut, coming toward her in a hunched position, his eyes glowing in the dim light.
The she-wolf growled, tucking her tail tightly. She would not be used so easily. As he got closer to her, bent over in a more animalistic stance, she lashed out, attempting to rake at his face. He dodged her easily before falling onto her, using his far superior weight and strength to force her down. She continued to squirm, growling and clawing at him. His large hand grasped her hair tightly, jerking her head back and then down, slamming her face against the stone of the dungeon floor. Her brain swam in her head with the blow, making her unable to fight him for a moment. He used her immobility to his advantage, turning her over and jerking her hip up.
“You will very quickly learn that no one disobeys the Mistress in this manor,” he snarled at her, grabbing her tail and jerking it sharply out of his way, making her yelp in pain. She could feel the head of his large cock against her, and she renewed her struggles, trying to kick out at him. But he paid her struggles no heed as he shoved himself into her, stretching her. She yelped out again, whimpering in pain as he thrust into her violently, each powerful movement forcing him deeper and deeper into her.
She squirmed helplessly, his large hand still pressing her head against the floor, his other arm wrapped around her waist to hold her hip against his. He was much too big for her small body, tearing her as he continued to shove himself deeper still.
“Ah, such a tight little bitch. Maybe one day the Mistress will let me breed you, once you've been properly broken,” he snickered as he at last hilted, the head of his cock pushed painfully against her cervix. She whimpered in the pain, still struggling, trying to make him stop.
He continued to rape her, thrusting into her hard and fast, tearing her hole even more. The position she was in afforded her no ways to fight back, so she laid there, whimpering, tears forming in her eyes. She'd been raped many times before, but none of the humans had ever been this large.
It seemed like eternity before the big male wolf finally growled deep in his chest. She sobbed in pain as his knot swelled inside of her, tearing her even more. She could feel the heat of his cum spurting into her, expanding her belly as it couldn't escape around his huge knot.
He chuckled when he at last stopped cumming. “Too bad you're not in heat. Kinda hate for all this cum to go to waste on the floor.” With that, he jerked his hips brutally, ripping his knot out of her tight hole. She screamed in agony, curling up and whimpering, feeling his hot cum pouring out of her abused hole. He chuckled at her as he got up and left the dungeon, leaving her whining in a puddle of blood and cum.
Again and again, the large wolf came into her cell. The she-wolf wasn't sure how many days had past. The first few times the big brute came, she struggling, trying to fight him off. But she grew weaker from hunger and pain, and eventually stopped fighting. The less she struggled, the less he hurt her.
She shivered on the ground, laying in the dried semen and blood. Her fur was matted with globs of his cum, dingy and filthy. She could barely open her mouth just enough to suck down water from the bucket of dirty water near her through her teeth, the only thing she had available to ease her hunger. She figured it had only been a few days, but she had not eaten since before she was taken to the slave market.
The door swung open again. She whined helplessly, trying to curl into a ball to make herself smaller. The large male came in, followed a slightly smaller male. The big brown one chuckled at the look of fear in her eyes. “This here is my buddy, Tai. I was telling him about what a good fuck you are, and he wanted to try you for himself. So, Tai, which hole you want?”
The large grey male grinned. “I dunno, Bruno. Which one you recommend?”
Whimpering desperately, the she-wolf started to cry. They drew nearer to her, grinning down at her. Bruno grabbed her tail, sharply wrenching her around so that her rump faced them. Bruno had rather brutally used both holes, and she winced in pain as he shoved a finger up her torn tailhole. “Hmm, might want this one. It's nice and tight. I'll take the other hole.”
“No you won't.” Both wolves turned to look out the door. Their Mistress stood in the doorway, a hand on her shapely hip. “Her 'friend' has been asking for her. Get her cleaned up.”
Both wolves bowed their heads. “Yes, Mistress Catarra.” They growled after she left. She felt them unlock the tight shackles from her bloody wrists and ankles. They lifted her by her arms, dragging her out of the cell. They took her down a few halls before coming to a brightly lit room. They carelessly tossed her to the floor. She felt Bruno grab her chin, forcing her head up so she had to look at him through her bruised eyes. “Mistress Catarra wants you to get cleaned up.” He pointed to a large wooden tub they were next to. “So you better listen to her. Though I think you shouldn't. Then I'd get more time with you.” He snickered as he pushed her face away, standing and walking away.
Left alone, she painfully and weakly got to her paws. She peered into the tub of lightly steaming water. With some effort, she managed to crawl into it, whimpering as the warm water stung her wounds slightly. She scrubbed herself down slowly, getting all the globs of cum out of her fur. After she had sufficiently cleaned herself off, she slipped back out of the water, weakly shaking herself. She looked around, but there was nothing else in the room. Sorely, she stumbled over to the corner and sank down into a heap, curling up. She hadn't bothered removing the muzzle.
The she-wolf just sat in the corner, not sure if the two males would return to continue violating her. She was about to doze off when she heard the door swing open. Her head snapped up and she looked up at the Mistress. Mistress Catarra was wearing a black leather Gstring, thigh high boots with some formidable looking heels, and tight black corset. She strode over to the she-wolf, her hips swaying, her long tail swishing back and forth, her sleek black pelt shining in the sunlight filtering in through the barred window. The tall, strong panther looked down on the little white wolfess.
“Stand up so I can take a better look at you.” Standing, the she-wolf continued to glare at the Mistress even as she kept her head down. The panther slowly walked around her, gently touching her long, stripped floppy ears, running her fingers through her long, tangled purple hair. She took a deep breath, sniffing the little wolfess.
“Other than your disobedient display a few days ago, you are quite the little prize. Well worth the 10 gold.” She used a claw to flick a nipple piercing, eliciting a very quiet growl from her. “Come. Let's get you dressed. Your 'friend' was wondering about you, so I thought it would ease his mind if you were the one to serve us dinner tonight.”
Turning, the panther led the way. Stiffly, in pain, the she-wolf followed. They came to another small room, one with a cot against a wall, a small dresser, a tall mirror hanging on a wall, and a little nightstand at the head of the bed. “My slaves live well here,” Catarra said as she went to the dresser, rifling through the clothing before tossing some on the bed. “I already had you sized and some clothing made for you.”
She turned to see how the she-wolf glared at her, her purple eyes, though ringed with bruises, challenged her very existence. If she could, she would rip this cat's throat out. Smiling, Catarra simply stepped aside. “Do try on the clothes.”
Sneering in her mind, the she-wolf obeyed. What the Mistress had chosen for her was a skirt made entirely of long, thin, but wide strips of dark purple and black silk. It hid her well, but was obviously designed for ease of access and movement. Then was a bright black and purple silk and lace corset which snapped up the front. As she finished dressing, she stood still to let the Mistress inspect her.
There was a knock at the door, making the she-wolf jump. The Mistress turned to see Alex standing in the doorway. “Here's the food you asked for, Mistress.”
“Good, set it on the nightstand and leave.” She moved to let the gangly wolf scurry in and put the platter of food on the nightstand. As he passed her, his tail wagged, feeling her clawed hand run over her head. “You did well, my dear Alex. I do apologize for whipping you when you brought these two in,” she said huskily, drawing him close to her.
“Thank you, Mistress!” he panted, his tail wagging hard. She licked the side of his muzzle in a long, slow movement, making him all but melt into her ample bosom.
Her predatory amber eyes flicked up to the she-wolf, watching her expression of disgust. Then Catarra shoved Alex out the door, not bothering to look in his direction when he whimpered in protest. She stalked over to the wolfess, those amber depths making her feel smaller than just the height difference. She then reached up and removed the muzzle from her. Before the wolfess could take her next breath, Catarra gripped her under her chin, peering into her eyes.
“As long as my slaves obey me, they are treated almost as equals. They are well fed, well cared for, and protected. But I do not tolerate disobedience. However, I do believe you'll be a good girl from now on, won't you?” Her voice purred, making the wolfess' hackles raise. She nodded to the Mistress. “Good,” she purred again before dipping her head, kissing the she-wolf deeply. Her tongue pressed against the she-wolf's, kissing her with a great passion. Finally, she pulled away, letting a thin line of saliva connect their tongues, which she licked at with a deeper purr.
“Eat so you have your strength. Dinner will be in a few hours. Alex will get you when it's ready.” She then turned and sauntered out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
As they made their way down the hall the four wolves where still in toe but giving the fox and panther a wide berth and yet still close enough to try and protect her if the fox tried anything. During their walk a cold wind flowed through the hall stopping the fox dead in his tracks, “Um where ever we’re going theirs gona be some clothing right? Not to complain about being the only naked one or anything…”
The panther smirks at him, “No, not where we’re off to…” She draws him into her arms and whispers in his ear, “You’d just be taking them off again anyway.”
Even through his red fur a blush was very visible, “Ya know this is how I got in the mess to begin with.” He runs his hand through her hair, “I know I’m trusting but please don’t make me regret trusting you.”
She took a step back and appraised him more closely then her ‘poke the meat’ from before, “Rift traders… Yes, they’re a very odd group. No one quite knows where they get their slaves from.” She places a hand on his shoulder, “Fear not my little fox, your trust isn’t misplaced.” She searched his face for change, “And it would seem it takes more then words to make your mind. Let us get you into the bath and we’ll go from there.” He nods and smiles slightly as they continue down the hall into a larger door with steam coming out of it.
The doors open to find what looked to be a hot spring, the hard flat stone turned to cemented cobble stone, the stone walls are etched with animal art and some dragons are carved into the ceiling. The fox’s tail starts waging as his eyes wonder, a purr from behind him draws his attention in time to see the outline of the cat-lady in the steam produced from the spring.
She purrs again and the doors to the spring close leaving only him and her, “Now you’re not the only one naked…” He could feel her slow smile in the steam as she walked closer, “Go a head the water is fine and I don’t bite… much.”
The fox looks for the edge of the spring still trying to keep one eye on the panther in the mist, “You know your giving off some heavy sexual vibes ma’am…” looks around nervously while remembering how he was seduced the last time and how it lead to this.
She sniffs the air, “Oh fear, hmm. What is it that has you so afraid? Or is it you don’t like me?”
He steps back deeper in the room, “No it’s not that. I do like you and from the few places I’ve been awake enough to remember this is by far the best. Could you tell me your name?”
The question made her smile, “My name? Oh that’s right when we met last you where laying on the floor of the carriage. Catarra, Mistress Catarra. My slaves simply call me mistress.”
He nods, “Ah how rude of me, I’m sorry mistress.”
She shakes her head and walks forward embracing him, “You however, call me Catarra.”
A shocked look goes across his face, he takes a step back and tumbles into the water dragging her with him. With a splash they erupt out of the water, “Oh god, I’m sorry again mistress.”
Dripping wet from head to toe she laughs at him, “I told you call me Catarra.”
Still quite puzzled he looks at her, “Am I not a slave? I’m mean, I was sold to you at the slave market…”
She sighs running her hands down his body slowly tracing each muscle, “Alas no you are no slave.” She looks at the water avoiding his eyes, “I saw the warning signs with your runes and now with the wings… By the way what happened to them?” She quickly circles him and sees two black streaks from where the wings came out, “You are truly unique. It would appear hitting the water made your wings go into your back as tattoos.”
Nodding the fox felt it happen but it wasn’t like before when they came out. Smiling down at her and hugging her softly her amber eyes met his emerald, “Please explain why I’m not a slave now but I was when I got bought by your wolf.”
A deviant grin formed on her face, “I will if you let me bathe you.” Her hands already working playing with his fur, “Then I’ll help you with hard problem as well…” she strokes his pulsing cock twice.
He gulps, “It would appear I have no choice but to place my body in your capable hands…” He bends his head down and meets her in the middle for a passionate kiss.
Pulling her head back, “My, my you have quite a tongue on you…” She purrs as she grabs the brush and a small stool, “Lay on the stone while I wash your body and the stool is for when I’m playing with your hair… Did I say playing… I meant… um… cleaning… yes… you like braids right?”
He shrugs, “One long braid is fine.” He hops out of the water to stand where she asked, she quickly came up behind him with a scrub brush and started in on him. She skipped the gentiles the first time then worked some vanilla shampoo into his hair, “Wait… a minuet I already smell like strawberries and now your adding vanilla to the mix?!”
She pulled his hair back and cupped his balls making him moan slightly, “Oh so you do like it rough…” she kisses him again, “I already told you that you smell delicious and now you smell even more so. I’m having a hard time controlling myself mind you. With current events I can’t simply take you because you’re not a slave to just tell ‘come with me I’m horny’ or to just drop their pants and fuck them wherever we may be…” Her body shakes at the thought but she finishes braiding his hair, “Now, do you wish to continue this here in the springs or perhaps my room?”
His body reacts instantly to her words cock becoming hard, hair on his body standing up, his breath speeding up, tail waging, “Well, we are already here… and it sure would be a waste to ruin this mood we’ve worked up… Whoa!” As she plants him on his back and starts working his cock in her hand and cupping his balls in the other, she purrs as she licks the first traces of pre-cum of his tip.
“Oh did you like that?”
He nods quickly, “Yes, yes I liked that very much.” He throws his hand back and she squeezes him and sucks the tip putting the hole tip and starts to work the rest of the cock inside her mouth. “Oh… Oh god… I’m gona…” And he blows his load inside her mouth.
She sucks his cock a little longer and swallows his cum as he watched her face curve to a smile and lip her lips, “Yummy, you taste like strawberries as well.” He blushes hard and she works his cock again almost instant erection, “Oh I could get used to this… so hard so fast even after a cum load like that.” She lays her hand on his chest as she positions herself over his cock.
His eyes roll back and he sees a cell not the spring his body is in but a cold dank cell. The white wolfess covered in blood and cum as a huge wolf leaves the room and she’s crying and hurt.
Then his mind is shocked back into his body as her pussie devours his hard cock and she slowly works him into her hot, tight, wet slit. “Oh my, we’re gona be at this for a while I want to take your knot but I’m really tight tonight.”
He smiles at her, “I’m sure we’ll manage.” Bending up and licking her hard nipple and fingering her other and started bouncing her on his hips. She bucks her own hips and moans as he begins suck on the nipple. With each trust being able to work a little more in her moist pussie opening wider making room for his knot until finally sheathing him completely inside her. Her eyes go wide as she feels him growing even larger inside her as her body squeezes in around him. “Oh my god you’re squeezing me!”
She purrs at him, “Now that I have you inside me I’m gona milk you.” She rolls her hips relishing how big he’s gotten inside her and feeling of his knot locking them together. “It is to bad your not a feline…” She squeezes him again sending his head back in a moan as he breath speeds up and the temperature of his body rises then the uncontrollable pressure he was holding back releases inside of her as he cums. Her breath comes in pants as the hot liquid fills her, rolling her hips she smiles at him, “Oh my, your still cumming… I can feel it you know.” She grabs his hand and presses it to her belly, “Can you feel your seed filling me?”
His hand felt warm and yes he could feel both him putting the sperm inside her and what it was doing to her. He felt the stream filling up her belly and he closed his eyes sending an even larger burst into her making her quake with pleasure.
She bent down to just above his face, “You’ll be cumming for another few minutes if I don’t pull you out of me, you naughty thing you.” Kissing him gentle on the muzzle then sliding her tongue in his mouth.
After a few more minutes he stopped filling her just like she said and she pulled her head back with a smile that was more then just pleasure. She took his hand and put it to her belly again his eyes went wide in surprise that he had put so much sperm into her that her belly had expanded slightly. He looked in her eyes, “I did this?”
She laughed at his surprise, “Oh, yes, yes you did.” She rocked on him a little more then tried to get up and stopped. “Um… I don’t know how to say this but I think you’re stuck…”
Puzzled me tips his head to one side, “Stuck how?”
She purrs suggestively at him, “How do you think?” Shaking her head, “Your knot got bigger inside of me.”
“Oh.” He sits up and she looks at him questioningly as he tips her on to the cobble stone. “Just relax, the last thing I want to do is hurt you.” She relaxed just enough when he grabbed her hips that he trusted his hips back and the knot popped out of her releasing all of the sperm that he had filled her with. “Wow.” He looks at her laying in a puddle of cum and a little bit of blood came out. His eyes looked her over again, “Oh no did I hurt you?”
She laughed at him again, “I’m ripped a little but I’ll heal.” Smiling up at him, “It was worth it.”
He blushed but was still concerned so he hunkered over her trying to think of anything he might be able to do to heal her if possible. His hair suddenly went green and two vines came down wrapping around her waist. She stared up at him amazed but confused, he could feel his power inside and it came out and into her. He could actually feel her pain and he was then able to ease and even heal the tears he had coursed. Then after she was healed the vines disappeared and his hair returned to red.
She looked herself over, “You heal as well?” She smiles at him and takes his hand into hers getting up and leading him to the hot springs, “Let us soak for a bit and relax some more before bed.” She smiles coyly at him, “You don’t mind sharing my bed tonight do you?”
He lets out a chuckle, “Not in the least.” They descend into the water stopping at their waist and sit down on the stone floor of the spring. “So, Catarra… um… what makes me not a slave?”
She smiles and him curling into his body, “Do you know anything about this world? Or even what your name is?”
He thinks about it, “Ya sure my name is… it’s…” Sudden fear shoots through him. And his head starts to hurt sudden pain in his skull as something comes out of ether side of his head almost lining up perfectly with his ears then his forehead starts to hurt as gem stone in the shape of an ankh sets it’s self skin level. “Oww…”
Catarra spins around looking at his head and running her fingers over the gem and horns that had formed, “Oh my, don’t worry this is just more proof that you can’t be a slave.” A rune appeared on his chest between the dragons and Catarra had seen it before on other slaves that the rift traders had sold. “Oh good.” She ran her hand over his head trying to calm him, “You don’t have to worry anymore about the transformations, save for maybe your hair.”
He looked at her, “How do you know?”
She pointed at the new rune, “That rune is on every rift trader slave and it means its done doing whatever it is they do to them.”
He sighs and runs his hands up and down her arms, “So I’m done changing shape…” He thinks about it for a second, “That’s a good thing… I’m not a slave although I’ve been sold as one for the last week… and for the life of me I can’t remember names of people I knew or my name or even anything before entering the rift traders home and being turned from a human into…” Tears start to form in his eyes, “What am I?”
Catarra looked at him hard for only a second she could tell he was nearing his braking point and he needed something to hold on to. “If you like I can give you a name, it may ease your mind.”
The tears stopped and he thought about it. There’s an encredible attractive women here trying to help me and offering to give me a name… He embraces her, “Yes, that may very well be a good start.”
She licks his noise, “Hmm a name, but it can’t be any name your too special for that.” She plays with his braid and his chest fur a bit. Each touch helping him to calm down and relax, “Arcadis, do you like it?”
He tilts his head to one side thinking about it, “Arcadis, yes it sounds like a nice name.”
She stands, “Let us get dried off and get some sleep we’ll talk more in the morning, Arcadis.” She giggles as she leads him out of the spring.
They get dried off and she wraps a towel around him and she grabbed one for herself. When they got to her room it was still dark outside, the moonlight hitting her black fur making it shine. She sprawled out naked on the bed her breast full and her nipple hard again already. He let the towel fall to the floor showing her he was hard again. She purred at him for it, “Now, now we’ve had enough of that tonight.”
She reaches out her hand, “Come let us cuddle and sleep.” And with that he crawled into bed with her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into him spooning her so she knew he was ready if she was willing later that night. She laughed rubbing her butt on his cock and wrapping her tail around his arm, “Once you get more settled in we’ll do more things like earlier, but for now we’ll take things slow.” He sighs and falls asleep to the sent of jasmine on her fur.
The next morning he awoke to see she’d already gotten up and was somewhere in her manor. She is the boss around here and the sun is high in the sky so he’s been asleep for a while. Slowly moving off the bed and feeling a bit sore from last nights activates. He looked about the room some nice mirrors, two dressers and a closet, a big window letting all the sun in and the bed. There was a chair next to the bed with a male outfit on it. Did she leave it out for him? Shrugging her looked it over and layed it out on the bed. A nice black silk shirt and leather pants with a belt, no shoes but there again no one was wearing any that he remembered from yesterday. Slipping the clothing on and looking in the mirror the black went nicely with the red of his fur and hair. He poked his head out the door to find the two female wolves that he’d see the day before one tall and brown color with a white ring around her right eye and the other a bit shorter red wolf with a little white on the chin.
He smiles, “Good morning ladies.”
They turn and glare at him in unison and the brown one says, “Good morning, the mistress instructed us to see that you got dressed alright and to show you to the garden for breakfast however it’s almost lunch. Sir.”
Slightly puzzled and looking around, “Sir? Oh please no. Don’t call me Sir. Just call me Arcadis if you would be so kind I need to get used to responding to it.”
They look at each other and then the red one says, “Um… I’m not sure the mistress would like us not calling you sir. I mean first off you have dragon’s blood in you so you above all who live here and must be shown that respect.”
Holding out his hand and fully coming out in the hall even more puzzled, “I’m sorry run this by me again?” Trying not to tower over her he steps back and looking at both of them, “If you’re going to get punished over it I’ll just ask Catarra, but…”
They both visibly shook at the thought of punishment, “Ok that tells me a good deal.” Shaking his head then suddenly remembering the vision from last night and looking the brown one in the eye before she could look down, “Where is the wolf I came in with?”
They looked at each other again this time longer. “She disobeyed the mistress.”
Nodding, “Will you take me to her?”
The red one looked in shock, “I would not willingly go anywhere near that cell.” She looks at her counter part, “I’m sorry… Arcadis.” She looks around to see in the mistress or someone else came to take her away, “We can take you to the mistress but please for our sakes we didn’t have this conversation.”
Smiling at her, “Not a word just a simple good morning and this way to the mistress. No more but she may or may not ask is I tried talking to you.”
They relax slightly, “She treats us well, but any disobedience and we get to be Bruno’s bitch for a week. He’s not bad outside that room, but inside he’s too big to act the way he does in there.”
Looking at them no longer with a smile, “Take me to Catarra now, please…”
The brown one shakes her head, “Please don’t tell her we’ve said anything, please!”
“I will not go back on my word. Now let us make happy and head down to the garden, right?”
The red one nods, “Yes.” And she leads the way with the brown one following close behind Arcadis.
We exit the building leading out into a garden and even farther out from that is a maze of hedges. They lead him to a glass table with a teapot and Catarra sitting across the table in a red old style tea gown.
She smiles and purrs at him, “You slept well I trust Arcadis?” Holding out her hand and he took it kissing the back of her hand.
He smiles at her, “Yes I slept quite well thanks you to.”
Her smile widened, “I haven’t slept that well in years. Do you like your clothing?”
He runs his hands over it, “Yes it’s very nice thank you.”
“Would you like a cup of tea?”
“Yes please.”
She poured him a glass, “So to take off from where we left the conversation last night from what I can tell the rift traders did something to you to make you roughly half fox and half dragon.” Hands him the glass of tea and motions for him to try it.
He takes a sip and smiles, “That’s some good black tea.”
She nods, “You know tea?”
He thinks about it for a second or two, “I guess, whatever they did to me targeted certain memories but not all of them are gone. I remember places and things but not people or what I was like before that damn house.” His hands squeeze into fists then release.
She smiles, walks over to him, and holds him to her chest, “You don’t need to worry. You already have a new name and soon you’ll be making new memories to be cherished.”
He snuggles her, “True, it’s just…”
She puts her finger to his mouth, “Now that’s enough of that fussing.” She sits in his lap, “It’ll bug you for a while and no one will blame you but as time passes as all things will move on and hopefully be happy.” He just nods looking into her eyes and drawing her into a kiss. After their kiss she pulls back and gets back into her chair. “Now any question you might have for me?”
He eyes the garden then looks back at her, “I hate to brake the mood with this question, but where is the wolfess I came in here with?”
She looks at him for a few seconds, “You ask me about another women right after I’ve been sitting on your lap?”
He slaps his hand to his face, “It’s not like that. It’s just I’ve been seeing images of her being raped and she’s laying in a pool of blood and cum.” Shaking his head, “I’m sorry if the question makes you uncomfortable.”
She eyes him again, “Does this wolfess mean a lot to you?”
He locks eyes with her, “She has been very kind to me in both the slave market and when I was first turned. I would be very upset if something ill where to happen to her.”
She nods at him, “She cared for you while you where slipping in and out of awareness… I see…” She toyed with a few ideas in her head, “And if I made conditions on her being made available for your use? Would you stay?”
He gave her a small glare, “First, why are you acting like I’ll be leaving. Second, what did she do?”
She shakes her head, “I’m not used to a lover asking about a slave.” Smiling, “I’m just jealous by nature. She has two more days with Bruno, but I’ll shorten her punishment for you.” Holding out her hand and he takes it, “She’ll be made ready for tomorrow.”
Tomorrow came fairly fast with all the dancing and walks that followed that discussion.
The little she-wolf sat on the small bed, looking at herself in the mirror. She was still sore all over, but at least she wasn't starving anymore. She looked out the door of the room, sniffing the drafts that came in. She could smell other female wolves, as well as other species.
She looked down at her wrists, which had been rubbed raw by the shackles. If she had stayed in there with that Bruno any longer, she might have broken. But damned if she let anyone take her freewill.
The hours past rather slowly. She watched as other slaves walked by her door, never saying anything. All of them were dressed in all manor of suggestive clothing, particularly the females. The she-wolf snorted, most certainly not impressed.
As she waited, she looked at her paws, her left one covered in grey fur. Her left hand was also grey furred, only that her fingers were white, making it look like she was wearing a fingerless glove that stretched up halfway to her elbow. She kicked her paws back and forth in boredom.
“Hey!” She glanced up to see the tan wolf known as Alex at the doorway. “C'mon. The love birds are about to have dinner. The Mistress orders that you serve dinner for them.”
Standing, the she-wolf followed Alex down the various halls, ascending several staircases. They came into a small room, a cart laden with all sorts of delicious smelling foods already waiting.
“Now remember, if you do anything the Mistress doesn't like, she'll be putting you right back into that cell with Bruno.” The she-wolf looked up at Alex. She swallowed the growl that attempted to bubble into her throat. Alex assumed her heavy gulp was one of fear. “Glad to see he does his job so well. Hmmmm,” he rumbled, looking her up and down. “You couldn't even bother to brush your hair or your fur?”
“I've never brushed my hair or fur, sir,” she said quietly, slightly surprised by the question.
“Oh well. Don't have time to now. At least you're clean. Now take this and go out there. And behave yourself.” Alex turned her around, making sure she had a hold on the cart before opening the door that led to a large dining room. This was not the formal dining hall, but it was still obviously designed to entertain several guests at once. However, the only two that sat at the large round table were the Mistress and the fox.
The she-wolf blinked in surprise upon seeing the fox. He had horns now. So he was of dragon blood. No wonder he was being treated so well. And no wonder Catarra was keeping him close. If word ever got out that she had had a slave with dragon's blood, the dragon nation would be coming down from their comfortable mountain homes and spread the darkness of their wings over all who lived in this manor.
“Ahhh, good, the food is here.” Mistress Catarra sat back straight into her chair. She had been leaned over into the fox's chest, smiling at him. She wore a gorgeous blue silk gown, low cut, with long, loose sleeves, a black under-bosom corset, and a lovely sapphire choker around her slender throat.
The fox's eyes turned to the wolfess. She looked down to the platters of food. She quickly got about to serving the food, placing the platters out, lifting the tops off to reveal the various courses. All the while she could feel the fox's eyes on her.
“You see, Arcadis? She is quite well. I keep my word,” the panther purred at him, her amber orbs heavily lidded, her long tail swishing leisurely.
“Yes, you brought her, but she's hardly well.” He waved his hand at the she-wolf. She cautiously approached him. He snagged her arm, drawing her into his lap with a whimper of pain and surprise. His hand stroked her long hair. As he touched her, his emerald eyes began to glow; the runes that seemed to magically hover over his fur glowed with the green of his eyes. She felt a warmth rush through her, soothing her pain. His gentle touch made her close her eyes for a moment, feeling the powerful magic course through her, healing all the wounds and aches she had acquired in her time down in the dungeon.
Then the glowing ebbed away, and with it the feeling of magic. However, the soothing sensation remained, leaving her soul calmed. “Like a tempest,” Arcadis whispered into her ear. “Strong and fierce as any storm. I fear that with how little time we had together, I never did catch your name.”
The she-wolf turned those clear purple eyes to him. Even now he could see the suspicion. She'd been abused long enough- born into slavery from parents who had been captured from the wild- to find it difficult to trust anyone. She replied quietly, her eyes turning away from his in the mockery of respect. “I've had many masters and they all called me something different, sir.”
Arcadis tilts his head, staring down at her. He then turns his eyes to Catarra. Her amber orbs glow back at him. “Perhaps she should be given a name?”
The panther stared at him, obviously in deep thought. She then waved a slender hand at the wolfess. “Turn to me, dear,” she purred.
Arcadis leaned back to allow the she-wolf to turn and look at the Mistress. The panther gently stroked the she-wolf's cheek before leaning forward, drawing her into a deep, sensual kiss, her tongue invading the wolfess' mouth, mingling with hers. Despite how much she hated the panther, the she-wolf was not about to let her think that she had won. She pressed her tongue back, offering a kiss of her own, showing the panther that she was not the only one with skill in the art of sensuality.
With a deep throated purr, the Mistress pulled back. “I think I've thought of one. How about 'Lily,' for your exquisite pale fur?”
“I think it suits,” Arcadis smiled, leaning back in his chair, watching them.
“Well, why don't we enjoy our dinner? Then I'm sure we can think of something to entertain ourselves for the night.” Catarra spoke gently, though the flash of those glowing orbs were easy enough for a slave to understand. Lily quickly hopped off Arcadis' lap, going to stand quietly in a corner.
Though the fox hybrid pursed his lips disapprovingly, it was not his place to tell Catarra what to do with her slaves. He ate his meal, not really paying all that much attention to Catarra's bantering about business.
All the while Lily stood in her corner, looking around the room. Up near the ceiling were mosaics of wild animals, running all the way around the room. Her tail twitched. Though she had born into slavery, her parents had both been “feral,” caught out of the wild where they lived quietly, hunting and gathering and raising families. Her mother had been pregnant when she'd been caught. Unlike the slaves that were bred by the humans, she still had many of her primal instincts. The humans were only able to keep the anthros under slavery simply by the technology and magic they used. The anthros used very basic tools, relying mostly on their fangs and claws. And it was rare to see any anthro use magic.
Lily was brought out of her thoughts when she heard the two start to move about. They're meal was at last done. She knew what was expected of her and she came forward to start putting away their dishes. However, she felt the claws of the Mistress graze through her fur lightly. “I do believe we are in need of some... dessert and nightly entertainment. But I think I know just the thing to serve both those needs at once.”
Flashing a glare, Lily stifled a growl, though she couldn't help when her hackles rose again. Catarra only smiled, standing. She offered her hand to Arcadis, who took it, also standing. He was much taller than Lily, who only reached his chest. She should have figured he wasn't a fox just by his height. Foxes were usually shorter than wolves. As they turned to leave the dining room, Catarra turned back to the little wolfess. “Come, Lily.”
With a quick sneer, Lily followed after them. She was not a dog to be called, but she knew better than to voice her thoughts. And she had no desire to end up back in the dungeon with that big brute. She followed behind the pair down a hallway which led to a pair of heavy, carved doors. Entering the room, Lily glanced about. She knew already where this was going, but she didn't have much choice in the matter. The huge bed, with its sturdy four posts, took up most of the room. Along the wall near the large windows, was a table. Against the opposing wall was a giant dresser with a large mirror. There was already a fire in the massive fireplace, lending a dancing glow to the room, despite all the candles that flickered.
As Lily took in her surroundings, Catarra suddenly turned to her. She reached out and began to toy with one of those shoulder length, stripped floppy ears that were so strange among her kind. “Whenever I purchase a new slave, I always like to test them out. My brothel is the most popular since I'm able to match a client's needs and desires to the right slave who can fulfill those requirements.” She then grabbed Lily by the back of the neck, pushing her toward the bed.
With a growl, Lily pushed back, trying to resist. But Catarra was considerably stronger than she, and shoved her onto the soft bed, covered in satin and velvet sheets. Then she turned her head, looking back at Arcadis. “Would you be ever so kind as to hold her down?” she purred, though her voice had an edge of force, allowing no disobedience.
-the end-
