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As the nameless Wolf recovers from the previous night of sexual torture, the nameless Huntress makes her decision on what his future will be, but before she can act on the idea, her captive has to be put through a rigorous milking treatment.

Both characters, though still as of yet unnamed, belong to me.

As always, read, comment, and enjoy!", "writing": "I was exhausted.\n\nNot the pleasant kind of exhaustion that comes from the conclusion of a hard work out, or even a brisk morning jog. No…this was the terrible, awful kind of exhaustion that makes you miserable to your core.\n\nThis was the kind of exhaustion where not a single muscle in your body wants to move, and scarcely can. Where simply breathing becomes a strain, and gathering up a clear thought becomes a herculean task. Worst of all, the kind of exhaustion where you feel as though you might be sick and black out, but know that you’ll only wake up to the same feelings you had before.\n\nPraying that I was awakening from some sort of sick, twisted dream, I tried to bring my arms forward, but they wouldn’t budge. They [i]burned[/i], and it wasn’t going away. Consciousness rendered a stark, painful realization as my knees started to ache in the very next moment. Through the sheer grips of physical exhaustion, I’d passed out the night before, only to awake in the same pose that I had been left in; arms bound behind me, on my knees, completely unable to move of my own will.\n\n[i]I can’t believe she really did it[/i], I tried to fathom in the deep recesses of my mind, having been so mentally tortured that I was having a little trouble recalling everything, but the air lent a helping hand. Strong, feminine scents began to tease at my nostrils, and in any other situation, I might have been aroused, but being bound was still new and uncomfortable to me, even if I was starting to remember some semblance of pleasure the night before…perhaps not [i]true[/i] pleasure, but acceptance that this was the closest thing I could get, at least, for the time. I started to recollect the splashing of urine on my tongue, and her juices spilling out over my cheek as she reached her climax…I hated to admit it, but it was all quite riveting, even if only for that moment. \n\n“Get up and get ready, wolf. I’ll be taking you to Makusa in a couple hours to see if you’ll fetch a price worthy of my time.”\n\nDespite all the other pains on my body and strains on my muscles, nothing hurt quite so badly as the ice cold tone of her voice stabbing into my ears. I still knew her only as the huntress, or as she’d rather I call her, mistress. \n\n“…You can’t do that.”\n\nI didn’t realize how close she was to me until I felt strong, dexterous fingers dig into my hair and grip it tight. She yanked upwards, forcing me to look past her figure and up into her eyes. “Come again, wolf? And aren’t you forgetting an honorific?”\n\n“You can’t do that,” I repeated myself, and this time, far more sternly. “And if you’re going to sell me out like that, I feel no obligation to refer to you as my mistress ever again!”\n\nIt was obvious to her that I knew full well what happened to creatures like me in Makusa. Some of us were sold into sexual slavery, as simply as that, but those were the lucky ones. As I had mentioned some time ago, human traders would occasionally take in wild beasts as sexual servants, or simply as work servants, but in the worst cases of all, people would actually pay a price and outbid each other just for the chance to take an unimpeded whack at our necks with the executioner’s axe.\n\nI could feel the bright jades of her eyes narrowing at me in disgust. I took a silent pride in it, personally; she was so proud of herself for managing to break the most feared creature in all of Veloria last night that I couldn’t help being more than a little snarky about still being able to defy her. “I told you, [b]wolf[/b],” she paused, and released my hair, “That I would decide what to do with you in the morning…and I’ve decided to take you to town to see what you’re really worth! You didn’t think I would just wise up to you and decide to be a permanent mistress for you, did you? I’m not in the business of fulfilling wishes, you foul beast!” \n\nHer exclamation point was to pick her leg up and jab her heel into the back of my neck, pushing me forth so hard it felt that my arms my rip right out of their sockets. I was definitely awake now. \n\n“My wish is to be free to do what…[b]nngh![/b] What the hell I damn well please, that’s all!” I pleaded, my voice strangled by the pain of my arms trying to keep from being dislocated. “I should have known you’d do this to me at your first…first chance! You humans are all the same…” My fangs gritted tightly together, showing off what would have been a ferocious grimace, if she’d cared to look.\n\nNot shockingly, she didn’t, but she did surprise me by slowly releasing the pressure on my neck, setting her foot back down on the floor.\n\n“Your will is even stronger than I thought. I was certain that I’d broken you completely last night, but it seems you just needed a breather…and I frankly don’t have the time to waste on putting you back in that state. Very well,” she rattled off in a disgruntled fashion. “But, you won’t fetch any kind of a price in that condition, and I could use some cleansing myself…perhaps I can get some more service out of you before someone takes a crack at your head in the Makusa courtyard.”\n\nThough I was downtrodden at the thought of being sold off so easily as this, I felt an unbelievable rush of relief as the bindings that held my arms tied behind me came undone, and the tension on my muscles instantly released. I let out a breath, and strained to bring my arms around to the front of my body so I could look at them; I almost didn’t believe that they were really still there, and after being bound for so long, they needed a moment to adjust so I could properly move them. “I have to admit; I think someone like me would fetch a pretty penny there in any condition, but after all that you’ve put me through, getting cleaned up sounds lovely right now.”\n\n“Mistress.”\n\n“What?”\n\nThe huntress took a step in front of me and gripped my lower jaw in one of her deceitfully powerful hands. “You [b]will[/b] call me mistress until such time that I say otherwise, or until you are bought by someone else…don’t think that I’ll have any regret missing out on the auction just for taking the time to put you back in your rightful place.”\nI was silent. I hated what I felt in the pits of my stomach…fear, uncertainty, and perhaps worst of all, respect. These were things I’d never known for anyone before, so why did I have to feel them for a female, and no less, for a human?\n\n“Do you understand, wolf?”\n\nI could feel her grip easing off of my jaw. She expected an answer, and despite that she held every conceivable advantage, my pride was still alive, even if it was on life support. “Yes…Mistress.” My voice was cold and low, dripping with regret, but she seemed satisfied with the answer. “How might I be of service to you, then?”\n\n“At least you haven’t entirely forgotten your place,” she said, and in what seemed an unfathomable kindness from her, she leaned down and hooked her hands underneath my arms, helping me up to stand on my footpaws again. She must have known the kind of strain that muscles would endure from holding such a compromised position for so long. “You’re going to help me bathe my body, and you’ll be joining me, because I need your fur to look as clean as possible for any potential buyers. Even without my fluids dried upon you, you’re well overdue for a good cleansing. The way you lived before this must have been disgusting…”\n\nI gritted my fangs, but otherwise managed to keep my mouth shut. I certainly wasn’t disgusting before this, but it was rare that I had to bathe on a daily basis; my lifestyle simply didn’t call for it, and every female I’d ever met before said that my scent was masculine, delicious and heavenly…certainly nowhere near disgusting. \n“And I’ll be taking your performance in the springs into heavy consideration, so don’t even think about skimping if you want to make it through this evening alive.”\n\nNow that, I didn’t expect. “You’d honestly give consideration to my freedom just for helping you get clean in a hot spring, Mistress?”\n\n“Ha!” she scoffed, quickly drawing her hands out from under me, and my knees immediately stung as my full weight came upon them. “Your freedom was forfeit the moment I met you. Be it under my rule or under that of someone with more money and power than myself, you will spend the rest of your miserable existence in slavery, just as you beasts were meant to. I’m just offering you the chance to save your own life.”\n\n“That’s extremely kind of you, Mistress,” I said, and though I meant it, I hated myself for saying it. In the back of my mind, I still believed that everything I had done the night before, and everything that I’d endured was for the sake of survival, and not something I could or ever would enjoy. Then again, I don’t know how [b]anyone[/b] could enjoy having unlubricated items shoved up their ass, but that’s a different topic altogether. “I’ll give you the best effort I can.”\n\n“Don’t bother sounding so tame, wolf. Just because you try to mask your hatred for me under your voice doesn’t mean I can’t feel it coming off of your body. You ache for freedom and grit your fangs to keep from trying to reach out and bite at my neck…I know how much this all infuriates you, and I’d rather like to hear it straight from you, as well…it brings me a little pleasure to know just how much you can’t stand to suffer through anymore of this.”\n\nThe bitch was smart; I could at least give her that. “There’s no point in me repeating what you already know. You’ve completely ruined my life and intend to somehow make it a little bit worse…why bother giving you even more satisfaction?”\n\nI felt a sudden tightening around my neck, but I knew she wasn’t grabbing my throat or anything of the sort. I’d already forgotten that enchanted metal collar, and it reminded me of its presence in a harsh way, gripping fiercely around my throat at my resistance to her whims. “Quite simply, your life may very well depend on it,” she replied, and I could see a sadistic grin played about the soft flesh of her lips. “I don’t think it’s that high of a price to pay for your survival.”\n\nWhile I still hated the idea of this entire ordeal being nothing more than a quest for my survival, I’d been in such a place before. I’d never come so close to facing my own mortality, but I’d had to weasel my way out of a life or death situation. Up until now, sex or brute force usually got the job done. This time, I had to do something far out of my comfort zone.\n\nI had to grovel.\n\n“Nngh…urk…alright…” I tried to speak, and with my compliance, the collar finally loosened up enough to let me. “I’ll help cleanse you, Mistress, and prepare myself for travel to Makusa.”\n\n“Good boy.”\n\nThe huntress stepped back from me, enough so that she could tilt her head up and down as she took an appreciative glance of my figure, and then a little something more. Her eyes fixated upon whatever part of my body they pleased, and for once, I didn’t feel so out of place. This, I was used to from the average female. “I’m sure you’ll fetch a high price at the auction. You’d better hope for your sake that they take advantage of one of your heads, and not the other…”\n\nLetting those chilling words mull around in my brain, she simply walked past me after that. In trying to mentally process everything that was going on, I’d forgotten to take in the fact that she was still stark naked, and her figure was something to behold. Decidedly feminine aromas followed her as she walked past me, so powerful that they made my head turn without a conscious thought, and yet, so delicate that they could only belong to a female of incredible beauty.\n\n“Come along. I’ll show you to the place where you are to honor my body.”\n\nShe turned back to look at me with what now appeared to be more of a playful smirk than an evil smile. Somewhere inside, she must have appreciated being ogled in such a way, and I couldn’t blame her; I was guilty of the same feelings whenever I was visually appreciated. A quick survey over her back made it clear that the markings I’d seen on her flesh the day before were indeed tribal markings, as sharp, thick black lines cut across her back, down over her shoulder blades, and met in the form of two blades near her spine, right in the center of the small of her back. I was sure there were more markings on the front, but I’d seen patterns like that before, and they left me uneasy as I obeyed and followed her to the trap door that we’d entered the night before.\n\n“You really trust me enough to turn your back on me like that?” I simply had to ask, as she knelt down before me and opened the trap door. In my mind, I simply tried to recall the number of times a female had knelt before me in a submissive pose and proceeded to pleasure me…and I couldn’t quite remember them all. What I was sure of was that this was the first time a woman had ever knelt before me and had full control of my body.\n\n“If you so much as reached down to touch my flesh, that collar would strangle you until you passed out. I don’t think you relish in such a fate, and you’re certainly not stupid enough to risk that,” she explained, and I took it to heart as the closest thing I’d get to a compliment from her. “Moreover, I trust that you’re not so stupid to try and take me from behind like that for any reason whatsoever. I’d easily take you down, collar or not, wolf…”\n\nFor some reason, I felt a constriction around my neck, though I knew I’d done nothing wrong.\n\n“…And you forgot something.”\n\n[i]Oh, right.[/i]\n\n“…Mis…tress…”\n\n“Better.”\n\nThe pressure immediately released, and I took in a gasping breath. If she kept on doing that to me throughout the day, I was liable to pass out, but I didn’t have a chance to worry about it. Just like that, she was out the door and climbing down the ladder, and I knew it would behoove me to stay as close to her as possible, so I hurried down the ladder after her, taking care to shut the trap door. For some reason, the descent down the ladder that morning seemed much quicker than the ascent the night before. Perhaps it was the lack of fear for my life from that previous night, or lack of anticipation, or it may have been the energizing radiance of the morning sun peeking through the canopy of the forest. It was disorienting enough that the room she’d trapped me in had no windows, but with the trees blocking out even more light than that, the little bit of sun that did make it through was nearly blinding, if not refreshing. Still, I had to double check that my footpaws were actually on the forest floor before I actually let go of the ladder.\n\n“You don’t wake up in the forest very often, do you?” she asked, turning to glance at me with jades that sparkled in the sunbeams. \n\nI shook my head. “Certainly not so often that I’m used to it. At least I get a beautiful view, Mistress.”\n\n“Flattery isn’t going to save you now, wolf.”\n\nI could have easily told her that I was talking about the sunlight coming through the canopy, but I didn’t have any luck left to push, so I left that sarcasm dripping in the back of my mind. “After the treatment I’ve received from you so far, Mistress, I should expect not. Truth be told, I wasn’t going for blind flattery, regardless. You really are a beautiful specimen.”\n\nThe quiet [i]swish[/i] of bright green leaves filled the air as the huntress lead me through the floor of the tropical forest. “I told you it won’t work, wolf…and I meant it,” she affirmed, still not even turning back to face me when she spoke. I wondered, just by the tone of her voice, if maybe she actually appreciated the compliment and didn’t want to show off any weakness; either way, she was intent on hiding her emotions from me, still.\n\n“Understood…I hope it isn’t much further, Mistress?” I asked, and with a glance downward, I could already see some dirt forming on the thick fur of my footpaws. Somehow, this all seemed detrimental to my getting tidied up.\n\n“Try to learn some patience. We’re already here.”\n\nPast a few more thickets of ferns and long, mossy vines, an opening appeared in the thick, haphazard growth of the trees that made up the forest. The beaten dirt paths around the trees quickly thickened up into lush, knee-high grass, showing off the fertility of the hot spring that we’d come upon. Though it was faint, I could see trails of steam coming up from above the grass, and a step closer, I saw the shallow, still waters of the spring, so crystal clear that you could count the pebbles resting at the bottom.\n\n“Get in, and make sure to wash yourself thoroughly. I won’t be giving you the milking treatment until you’re properly cleaned.”\n\n[i]The milking treatment?[/i] I thought, but it certainly sounded a lot more pleasant than the events that would come later in the day. Before I could respond or even nod, the huntress had dipped a leg down into the waters, and light ripples spread across the spring as the rest of her body followed, the image of her beauty distorted by refraction. I decided to follow suit quickly, and put a footpaw, and then a whole leg into the pond, entering as delicately as possible. Though my usual cantor was to jump into a body of water whenever I pleased, something about causing a disruptive splash seemed like a bad idea in front of someone who did not want their view of you disrupted.\n\n“You should really consider yourself lucky. The last few of your kind that I took to the auctions never had the luxury of experiencing this place,” she told me, as I scooped some of the delightfully warm water up into my paws. I splashed it across my face and started scrubbing away at my muzzle, trying to get all of her feminine stains out of my fur. “Of course, none of them were likely to fetch as high of a price as you are certain to.”\n\nI took another scoop of water up to my shoulder. The spring only came up to about my abdomen, and I didn’t feel like fully submerging myself. “I suppose I am flattered, though I’ve always been used to the best of the best when it comes to my ways of living.”\n\nThe huntress snickered with what I could only call sadistic glee, as she sunk down a little further into the water and tilted her head back, letting her hair spread out across the surface, soaking in the pure, tranquil waters. “I’m certain I already told you to forget about that lifestyle, but I’ll happily repeat myself that your old life is over. I’m sure you already know what the best life you could hope for is, now.”\n\n“All too well, I’m afraid,” I groaned, though I noticed that she’d neglected to punish me for not calling her ‘mistress’ a moment before.\n\n“Such a fate would be too generous for a beast like you.”\n\n[i]…Why?[/i]\n\n“And I’m sure that my horrible reputation is your only defense for having such a deep hatred for me,” I scoffed, glancing away from the huntress as I finished scrubbing down the toned muscles of my abdomen.\n\nI heard a sudden splashing, as if the huntress were thrashing about at the water, and in a flash, she sprung up from her relaxed pose and put a hand around my throat, squeezing tight on my jugular. This wasn’t just an ordinary air-choke; this was a blood-choke. While I’d doubted her combat skills to this point, and still believed she just got lucky and caught me off guard the day before, those doubts were quickly being erased. It took only a few seconds for my knees to buckle, and I slumped down into the water. \n\n“You have [b]NO[/b] idea what your kind have put me through, you insolent, foul-mouthed, [b][i]worthless[/i][/b] creature!! You have no right to assume that just because a few weaklings are afraid of you, and that a few slutty humans and heated beasts found you attractive that you bear a reputation so great that I would seek you out, solely for that purpose! I’ve eradicated [b]hundreds[/b] of your kind, and it had nothing to do with you, or your stupid reputation!”\n\nI was barely conscious enough to register everything that she was saying, but I could still feel the sting of her harsh words upon my flattening ears. Not wanting to show off any need for help or any signs of desperation, I tried to prop myself up by using my tail to help my balance. Seeing how she’d nearly incapacitated me, the huntress released my neck, though her hand didn’t stray too far from me. “What…what did we do…?”\n\nMy voice was strained by her choke. “Repeat yourself…and call me mistress this time, or so help me, I’ll drown you in this very spring!”\n\nAt that, I’d had enough with her attitude. Mustering up my last vestiges of strength, I stood up on my footpaws and glared at her, looking her right in the eyes in an act of pure defiance. “What the hell did we do to you that was so bad, [i][b]MISTRESS?![/b][/i]”\n\nFor the first time since she’d seen me, I could tell that I’d finally rattled her. Even against the strain of the magically imbued collar around my neck trying to strangle the life out of me, I stood tall before her and showed her all of the anger that one could show over someone celebrating the attempted genocide of his kind.\n\n“…Sit down, wolf. I’ll tell you what you want to know.”\n\nI was stunned, in turn, by her docile reaction, but I took the opportunity presented to me and sat back down in the water, feeling the soothing heat from the spring reach all the way up to my neck now. \n\nThe huntress shocked me once again as she slumped back down into the water, but sat awfully close to me for someone who just threatened to drown me. She looked surprisingly relaxed and comfortable as she rested her back against the edge of the shallow pool. “My family has always been fiercely loyal to the Sunkurun tribes. We’ve always been regarded as one of the most powerful human tribes on the entire planet, and though I doubt you’d like to hear it, we’ve kept all manner of creatures as slaves for the last two hundred years on record. Many are treated as dirt, and just like all of the other humans, we are guilty of using some of the beasts as sexual servants.”\n\nI knew I’d heard of that tribe before. They were one of the reasons I kept so far away from the jungles around Makusa whenever I could. “I never did quite understand that, Mistress. How do those animals perform under such stressful situations…?”\n\n“There are all manner of herbs and natural remedies to cause a male to become fully erect in any situation, and for the females, well…a little lubrication is all it takes for the males to have their way. In any case, performance issues are never truly an issue. What has become an issue, however, is what the ruling bodies of our tribe have recently decided.”\n\nI furrowed my brow. \n\n“Our tribe does a lot more than look down on hybrids, like you. They are seen fit only to be used as slaves and servants, or to simply be killed, and as of late, the Sunkurun elders have sent out a decree that [b]all[/b] beasts are to be taken to the nearest bastion of human order and auctioned off, be it for death or otherwise. And because of what happened to me, I’ve come to support that decision.” \n\nThough it was faint, I could hear a tone of regret in her voice. “Earlier on, when you wolves were more likely to roam the land in packs, a small bunch of the Sunkurun tribe, including my mother and father, ran into a small pack of wolves…ten or fifteen, at most. As you might expect, they clashed, and…though the Sunkurun fought valiantly, they were ultimately overwhelmed…my father was mauled to death by your foul, disgusting brethren as he was forced to watch my mother be taken by every wolf that survived the battle, soaked in the blood of his fallen comrades!”\n\nMy eyes widened as tears started to form in the corners of the huntress’ eyes. Her once bright, determined jades now seemed to waver as misery overtook her form.\n\n“She lived, but was taken into sexual slavery herself…her last letters to escape the camps of the wolves depicted my father’s death, and called the Sunkurun tribes to arms, saying that her last request was that every wolf on the face of Veloria be mercilessly slaughtered, so that they might know even a fraction of the pain that my father did…to this day, I don’t know for sure whether she lived or died…”\n \nA quiet sigh escaped my lips, and I glanced down into the water, seeing the reflection of my own sadness in my eyes. For the first time, I truly understood this woman. “I don’t mean to make small of your story, but…I know your pain, Mistress.”\n\nI could feel her powerful glare cast upon me, even though I never made eye contact. “How…how the [i][b]hell[/b][/i] can you say that?!”\n\nThe sniffling in her voice made it that much harder to speak. “I won’t go into details…I don’t think that it’s really necessary, but…after watching my parents fall to the slaughter of the humans who invaded the homelands of our packs, this is just who I became-\n\n“[i][b]LIAR!![/b][/i]” she cried out, reaching across her body to bring a harsh slap upon my muzzle. If she had claws like my own, there was no doubt I’d be bleeding heavily at the strike. “Don’t you [i][b]dare[/b][/i] to try and make up some sob story just so you can demean the slaughter of my people and act as though you understand anything that I went through!”\n\nI had a feeling that further words wouldn’t be of much help, so instead, I brought my gaze up from the water and looked right into her eyes, while my paws spread a little bit of the fur upon my chest. On the flesh beneath, a large gash, easily half a foot long, still rested upon my body. \n\nHer eyes softened, once again. “That deep of a scar…can’t be left by a blade made of steel or bronze…and you beasts can’t use magic, can you?”\n\nI shook my head. “This was the strike that a human enchantress cast upon my body in front of my parents, before she and her fellow humans went about killing the rest of my pack. I went unconscious from the strike, and they believed me dead, so they left me there…I awoke in a pool of vital fluids, dripping from the corpses of my parents and best friends…” I didn’t realize how long it had been since I’d spoken to anyone about my past. To my shock, all of the emotions that I’d kept down for the last couple decades were starting to rise to the surface.\n\n“You…you’re serious, aren’t you?”\n\nAll I could do at that point was nod. Even yesterday, I didn’t feel quite as vulnerable as I did now. This woman had every right and reason to hate me and every one of my kind, and even if my story was true, I had my doubts that it would do anything to influence her decision. She’d already gone this far with everything, and I couldn’t blame her for wanting to fulfill the last wishes of her mother.\n\nNot surprisingly, I felt one of her delicate, yet powerful hands come upon my neck once again, but this time, it trailed up along the enchanted collar, and past it, to rest upon my cheek. “So this is what it’s like…”\n\nThough I knew it impossible, it felt as though she was trying to absorb the sadness in my heart just by her touch. Call me crazy, but I thought for a moment that it was actually working. “What what’s like, Mistress?”\n\n“No…nothing. Forget I said anything,” she replied, hurriedly bringing her hand down from my cheek. “We’re running late as it is. I’m afraid I’ll have to rush you though the milking treatment.”\n\nI still had no idea what the milking treatment was at that point, but I suddenly felt safer around the huntress than I had since she first approached me. “I assume this is something to get me ready for the auctions, then…?” I asked, doing nothing to hide the disappointment in my voice.\n\n“It is, and it’s something of a necessity,” she said, and suddenly, she turned over in the water, and was straddling my hips, knees resting on either side of me. “When you’re being auctioned off as a potential sexual servant, sometimes the auctioneers will use tools and devices on you to cause you to become erect, and if they use the right herbal remedies, you might pop right there on the auctioning stage. If that happens…you’ll be deemed unfit to be a sex slave, and they’ll just kill you instead…”\n\nNow this was weird. I did feel something of a comfort inside; she had been meaning to take a step to protect my life all along, but this was definitely not something I would have accounted for at an auction. “So…you’re going to drain me of an orgasm so I’ll be less likely to do thaaaaaaat! Ooooh…[i]damn[/i], Mistress…”\n\nMy voice got carried away as I felt one of those silky-soft hands grab at the softer, lighter fur of my sheath. She stroked and tugged gently at the fur, encouraging my cock to come forward. “Essentially, yes. Normally, it’s best to do this only with the hands and mouth, but the auction starts soon, and I don’t want us to miss it, so I’ll have to use a more direct approach.”\n\nThe bright, pinkish-red tip of my member peeked out of my sheath, and as soon as it did, the huntress stroked a fingertip upon it, giving my flesh a ‘come hither’ motion. This whole situation was unusual, but she certainly knew how to keep the air of sensuality about the ritual. “What could be more direct than that?” I asked, though I already had an idea.\n\nHer response was to reach her other hand down and cup my sack, using the dainty touch of her fingertips to stroke each of my orbs. With how forceful she’d been with my body the night before, it was deceptive how gently she could touch my body. Each fingertip felt more like a feather tickling at my sack than a fingertip trying to coax me to an erection, but whatever it really was, inch after inch of my obscenely canine shaft emerged from my sheath, until I stood fully erect in front of the huntress. “A pleasure that no wolf has ever been lucky enough to receive from me before is far more direct than hands or even a mouth,” she explained, and soon, soft, delicate fingers were replaced with something I was much more used to, and the smooth, slick flesh of her labia pressed up to the underside of my shaft. “But I warn you now, wolf…if you spill so much as a drop of your seed inside of my bodice, it could mean the end of my life, and will certainly mean the end of yours…so the moment you near your climax, you need to make damn sure that I know about it. I have other uses for your seed, anyway. Understand?”\n\nMy eyes winced closed in pleasure as her labia slid up and down along my shaft in expert strokes, coating the underside of my length with the same feminine juices that I’d earlier washed away from my face. My precum was already spilling into the water, getting the tip of my cock nice and slick to make for an easy entry. “Yes, Mistress…I…ahh! I understand completely…”\n\n“Hmph. You’re already whimpering like a pathetic little puppy. I hope your body can outlast your voice, or I’m going to be sorely disappointed with this,” she cautioned me, but as I looked up into her stunning jades once more, I could see confidence and enjoyment more than I could see sadism and hatred. I was beginning to believe, much as I had the first day, that she was really just putting on an act for me, this time. “Though…I hadn’t noticed last night…you’re really so [i]big[/i]…” she moaned, as she pushed her hips up, trying to get the sharp tip of my cock to spread her labia open so I could finally enter her. She strained a little bit, and her face twisted up in an expression of mingled pleasure and pain, her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she desperately tried to spear herself on my cock.\n\nShe was tight…damn near airtight, even with the seemingly endless flow of juices that spilled from her vulva. \n\n“Don’t sell yourself short, Mistress…you…oooh…you’ve got the tightest little pussy I’ve ever fucked before…” my moaning praises weren’t flattery anymore, but the delicious, heated truth. I could scarcely believe that someone as sexually forceful as her wouldn’t be a little more broken in, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. She was tighter than some of the virgin cherries I’d picked in my years. \n\nI could feel every muscle in her delightful little snatch clinging to my manhood as she reached out and dug her fingers into the fur upon my chest, finally managing to pin her body all the way down my length. I had to open my eyes so I could see it to believe it, and just as I could feel her pubic mound grinding against my groin, I drank in the sight of my entire cock buried between the tightest little labia I’d ever had the pleasure of taking. “I know how good I am, wolf…and there’s no beast I can’t conquer, if I so desire…you should…” she paused, pushing her hands hard upon my chest and bucking her hips, bouncing upon my length. “…Should really, really consider yourself lucky!”\n\n“I think you’re the lucky one, Mistress…” I argued, but decided to back up my words by reaching my paws out to her breasts. I never asked for permission, and I damn sure didn’t intend to, but I knew she wouldn’t complain as I stroked my pawtips upon the soft, supple flesh that made her perfect breasts. I took each nipple between my pawtips and thumbs, gently tweaking them each time she bounced upon my shaft. “I don’t know of any lovers you’ve ever had in the past, but I guarantee you…I’m the best you’ll [i]ever[/i] have…”\n\nI thought she might protest, so I started pumping my hips up in time with her bouncing, so each time she tried to take my whole length again, she got a little bit more than she bargained for. I couldn’t help a delighted grin as her jaw dropped, and silent, whimpering gasps tried to escape her lips. “Ah! Ahh…don’t be so…so full of yourself, wolf! I’m nothing like those loose hussies you’ve dined on in the past…I don’t think you’re ready for what I can do!”\n\nSuddenly, I felt a clenching unlike any I’d ever felt. She was already the tightest female I’d ever had, of [i]any[/i] race. But as she gritted her teeth together and dug her nails into my flesh so deep that I thought she might draw blood, I could feel her inner muscles quivering and gripping upon my flesh in ways that no female had ever done before. I had no doubts that she was selective with her partners, but somehow, she had practiced with her vaginal muscles in ways that most women could never dream of…\n\n…And shamefully, it was sending me right over the edge. “Careful with that, Mistress…you’re going to finish the treatment a lot faster than I think either of us would like!”\n\nEven as I spoke, I kept bucking my hips upward, my paws kneading into the deliciously soft flesh of her tits with reckless abandon to the punishments I might later endure for freely touching her body. “You’re wrong, wolf,” I could just faintly hear her voice over the splashing of the water as our bodies met again and again in the throes of passion, and her tongue paralyzed me with a teasing touch upon the flesh of my ear. Her breath traveled along my fur like the warmth of the sunbeams that snuck through the canopy, making my whole body shudder and write with pleasure. “We need to be quick, and while I did that on purpose…you just made me cum all over you…that’s why you felt me quiver,” she paused, making sure to clench nice and tight upon my cock at those words, “And my walls fluttered so rapidly upon your cock…”\n\n[i]Damn…[/i]\n\nThat was all I could manage, mentally. I knew it was for a procedure, and I knew that the purpose was just to make me more appealing as a sex slave, but she really did seem to be enjoying this even more than I was supposed to, and it was working [i]very[/i] well. “That’s…incredible…” I gasped, finding it hard to string together more than a few words without moaning praises to her. “You’ve brought me to the brink, Mistress. I don’t think I can last any longer!”\n\nKeeping the tight, unbelievable grip on my shaft, the huntress quickly stood up and off of me, tugging at my genitals so hard that I thought she might have made them longer in the process. She was lucky to have jumped free when she did, as my animalistic physiology took over, and the large, bulbous knot that still waited within my sheath burst free. “You cut that [b]way[/b] too close, wolf…don’t think I won’t remember that later,” she warned me, but as she looked into my eyes to show how serious she was, I was certain I could see the fires of lust burning in her irises, even if the glance was fleeting, at best. In the very next moment, I lost sought of her eyes, and as the head of my cock floated just above the water, throbbing and waiting, she took it into her mouth, just as the first strands of my cum burst from the tip. My sack ached with how terribly she’d teased my body the night before, and suddenly, I was wracked with the absolute ecstasy of orgasm, and my hips bucked my length upwards into her throat of their own accord. Much to my surprise, however, she took each thrust easily and held on, and I could see the light bulge of my seed going down her throat as she held my knot with one hand, and swallowed all of the liquid I could give her. \n\n[i]I’ll have to remember to thank her for simulating a tie, later on…[/i]I thought, losing my voice to nearly feral grunts of pleasure as the huntress expertly drank down every drop of cum that my body could offer. The pleasure finally started to subside enough for my hips to settle, and every muscle in my figure relaxed as I started to slump back against the edge of the hot spring. \n\n“Mmm…you must have a diet almost exclusively of meat and fruits. Your seed is rather sweet,” she commented, actually licking some of the excess of my seed from her lips as she looked up to me. Now this, I was quite a bit more used to…a female working herself to orgasm on my cock, and then swallowing all of my seed in an act of thanks for the pleasure I could offer. It was too bad the experience wasn’t going to stay that way for long. “And I certainly hope that I’m right. The only reason that I drank your filthy wolf spunk was for the nutritional value it offered. I didn’t have time for a proper breakfast, and I was in dire need of the nutrients.”\n\nWell, back to normal it was, then.\n\nI watched as the huntress hooked her hand into my collar and yanked it upwards painfully, tugging me up and out of the water as my knot started to deflate, and my length sunk back into my body. It never did cease to amaze me how strong she was for having such a womanly figure, and how easily she put that strength towards causing me pain. “We don’t have much time to waste. Shake yourself dry and give me a minute to dress.”\n\nI rolled my eyes at her comment. Making a blunt comparison of a bipedal creature like myself to the feral dogs that shook themselves dry after running through the water was something that we more intelligent creatures took as a low blow. “I usually dry off with a towel, Mistress, but I’ll do the best that I can.”\n\nGroaning to myself, I leaned down on all fours and tried to shake my fur dry the best that I could. As I did, I looked to the huntress, who hadn’t brought any clothes to the spring that I knew of. I was right, and I watched with wonder as she plucked a few of the long, green leaves from a fern and wove her magic into them. The leaves grew rapidly as a light blue aura surrounded them, and as they reached a certain length, they started to branch off of one another. They kept up in this way for some time, and I started to get the idea. She had brought something of a top with her, an unflattering shade of brown that fell just short of her navel, but she took her pile of leaves and wove them together with a strand of that same magical aura. Suddenly, she had a skirt made of leaves that would easily keep her modesty in check.\n\n“You’ve done just fine, I’m sure. Now get on your feet and let’s get moving. The auction will start in less than two hours, and Makusa is nearly an hour away, on foot.”\n\nI wouldn’t deny that the huntress looked decidedly tribal with her choice of clothing. Still, it was a fitting look for her, as the clothes did almost nothing to hide the sharp black lines of the tribal markings that covered her bodice. “Very well, Mistress,” I replied, though my voice was quite morose. I had no desire to ever set a footpaw in Makusa for as long as I lived, and now, I wasn’t going to have a choice, not to mention that there was still a good chance I could be dead before the end of the day. \n\nShe had already started off ahead of me, and the light, magical tug that came from my collar told me the right direction to walk. As I followed close behind her, I could see that she’d materialized the magic spear once again, though I couldn’t fathom why. With the collar on, there was no way for me to escape her, unless she willed it herself.\n\n“I’m sorry.”\n\nI wasn’t sure that I’d heard the huntress properly. “Sorry for what, Mistress?” I asked, though really, I believed an apology would be in order for the night of sexual torture, nearly cutting my throat, or selling me into sexual slavery or a potential early grave. I just couldn’t say so.\n\nWithout pausing, or so much as turning back, she said, “For your family.”\n\nAs we made our way along the twisting, turning path towards Makusa, beset by thick, lush greens on all sides, and cut apart by streams and gnarled roots every so often, we were silent, except for one reply that I could muster, “Don’t be. I’m just sorry for yours, Mistress.”\n\nI didn’t know for sure that it was the right thing to say, and I had nearly an hour to think it over, but the only thought that I could rationalize during the journey was that maybe, just maybe, she and I actually understood each other, even if it was for just one short lived moment of passion in the hot springs. \n\nMaybe she still hated me.\n\nMaybe she hated me a little bit less.\n\nEither way, I found my emotions betraying my better judgment, and as I followed her of my own free, though broken will, I found myself wanting to know which one it was.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "I was exhausted.

Not the pleasant kind of exhaustion that comes from the conclusion of a hard work out, or even a brisk morning jog. No…this was the terrible, awful kind of exhaustion that makes you miserable to your core.

This was the kind of exhaustion where not a single muscle in your body wants to move, and scarcely can. Where simply breathing becomes a strain, and gathering up a clear thought becomes a herculean task. Worst of all, the kind of exhaustion where you feel as though you might be sick and black out, but know that you’ll only wake up to the same feelings you had before.

Praying that I was awakening from some sort of sick, twisted dream, I tried to bring my arms forward, but they wouldn’t budge. They burned, and it wasn’t going away. Consciousness rendered a stark, painful realization as my knees started to ache in the very next moment. Through the sheer grips of physical exhaustion, I’d passed out the night before, only to awake in the same pose that I had been left in; arms bound behind me, on my knees, completely unable to move of my own will.

I can’t believe she really did it, I tried to fathom in the deep recesses of my mind, having been so mentally tortured that I was having a little trouble recalling everything, but the air lent a helping hand. Strong, feminine scents began to tease at my nostrils, and in any other situation, I might have been aroused, but being bound was still new and uncomfortable to me, even if I was starting to remember some semblance of pleasure the night before…perhaps not true pleasure, but acceptance that this was the closest thing I could get, at least, for the time. I started to recollect the splashing of urine on my tongue, and her juices spilling out over my cheek as she reached her climax…I hated to admit it, but it was all quite riveting, even if only for that moment.

“Get up and get ready, wolf. I’ll be taking you to Makusa in a couple hours to see if you’ll fetch a price worthy of my time.”

Despite all the other pains on my body and strains on my muscles, nothing hurt quite so badly as the ice cold tone of her voice stabbing into my ears. I still knew her only as the huntress, or as she’d rather I call her, mistress.

“…You can’t do that.”

I didn’t realize how close she was to me until I felt strong, dexterous fingers dig into my hair and grip it tight. She yanked upwards, forcing me to look past her figure and up into her eyes. “Come again, wolf? And aren’t you forgetting an honorific?”

“You can’t do that,” I repeated myself, and this time, far more sternly. “And if you’re going to sell me out like that, I feel no obligation to refer to you as my mistress ever again!”

It was obvious to her that I knew full well what happened to creatures like me in Makusa. Some of us were sold into sexual slavery, as simply as that, but those were the lucky ones. As I had mentioned some time ago, human traders would occasionally take in wild beasts as sexual servants, or simply as work servants, but in the worst cases of all, people would actually pay a price and outbid each other just for the chance to take an unimpeded whack at our necks with the executioner’s axe.

I could feel the bright jades of her eyes narrowing at me in disgust. I took a silent pride in it, personally; she was so proud of herself for managing to break the most feared creature in all of Veloria last night that I couldn’t help being more than a little snarky about still being able to defy her. “I told you, wolf,” she paused, and released my hair, “That I would decide what to do with you in the morning…and I’ve decided to take you to town to see what you’re really worth! You didn’t think I would just wise up to you and decide to be a permanent mistress for you, did you? I’m not in the business of fulfilling wishes, you foul beast!”

Her exclamation point was to pick her leg up and jab her heel into the back of my neck, pushing me forth so hard it felt that my arms my rip right out of their sockets. I was definitely awake now.

“My wish is to be free to do what…nngh! What the hell I damn well please, that’s all!” I pleaded, my voice strangled by the pain of my arms trying to keep from being dislocated. “I should have known you’d do this to me at your first…first chance! You humans are all the same…” My fangs gritted tightly together, showing off what would have been a ferocious grimace, if she’d cared to look.

Not shockingly, she didn’t, but she did surprise me by slowly releasing the pressure on my neck, setting her foot back down on the floor.

“Your will is even stronger than I thought. I was certain that I’d broken you completely last night, but it seems you just needed a breather…and I frankly don’t have the time to waste on putting you back in that state. Very well,” she rattled off in a disgruntled fashion. “But, you won’t fetch any kind of a price in that condition, and I could use some cleansing myself…perhaps I can get some more service out of you before someone takes a crack at your head in the Makusa courtyard.”

Though I was downtrodden at the thought of being sold off so easily as this, I felt an unbelievable rush of relief as the bindings that held my arms tied behind me came undone, and the tension on my muscles instantly released. I let out a breath, and strained to bring my arms around to the front of my body so I could look at them; I almost didn’t believe that they were really still there, and after being bound for so long, they needed a moment to adjust so I could properly move them. “I have to admit; I think someone like me would fetch a pretty penny there in any condition, but after all that you’ve put me through, getting cleaned up sounds lovely right now.”

“Mistress.”

“What?”

The huntress took a step in front of me and gripped my lower jaw in one of her deceitfully powerful hands. “You will call me mistress until such time that I say otherwise, or until you are bought by someone else…don’t think that I’ll have any regret missing out on the auction just for taking the time to put you back in your rightful place.”
I was silent. I hated what I felt in the pits of my stomach…fear, uncertainty, and perhaps worst of all, respect. These were things I’d never known for anyone before, so why did I have to feel them for a female, and no less, for a human?

“Do you understand, wolf?”

I could feel her grip easing off of my jaw. She expected an answer, and despite that she held every conceivable advantage, my pride was still alive, even if it was on life support. “Yes…Mistress.” My voice was cold and low, dripping with regret, but she seemed satisfied with the answer. “How might I be of service to you, then?”

“At least you haven’t entirely forgotten your place,” she said, and in what seemed an unfathomable kindness from her, she leaned down and hooked her hands underneath my arms, helping me up to stand on my footpaws again. She must have known the kind of strain that muscles would endure from holding such a compromised position for so long. “You’re going to help me bathe my body, and you’ll be joining me, because I need your fur to look as clean as possible for any potential buyers. Even without my fluids dried upon you, you’re well overdue for a good cleansing. The way you lived before this must have been disgusting…”

I gritted my fangs, but otherwise managed to keep my mouth shut. I certainly wasn’t disgusting before this, but it was rare that I had to bathe on a daily basis; my lifestyle simply didn’t call for it, and every female I’d ever met before said that my scent was masculine, delicious and heavenly…certainly nowhere near disgusting.
“And I’ll be taking your performance in the springs into heavy consideration, so don’t even think about skimping if you want to make it through this evening alive.”

Now that, I didn’t expect. “You’d honestly give consideration to my freedom just for helping you get clean in a hot spring, Mistress?”

“Ha!” she scoffed, quickly drawing her hands out from under me, and my knees immediately stung as my full weight came upon them. “Your freedom was forfeit the moment I met you. Be it under my rule or under that of someone with more money and power than myself, you will spend the rest of your miserable existence in slavery, just as you beasts were meant to. I’m just offering you the chance to save your own life.”

“That’s extremely kind of you, Mistress,” I said, and though I meant it, I hated myself for saying it. In the back of my mind, I still believed that everything I had done the night before, and everything that I’d endured was for the sake of survival, and not something I could or ever would enjoy. Then again, I don’t know how anyone could enjoy having unlubricated items shoved up their ass, but that’s a different topic altogether. “I’ll give you the best effort I can.”

“Don’t bother sounding so tame, wolf. Just because you try to mask your hatred for me under your voice doesn’t mean I can’t feel it coming off of your body. You ache for freedom and grit your fangs to keep from trying to reach out and bite at my neck…I know how much this all infuriates you, and I’d rather like to hear it straight from you, as well…it brings me a little pleasure to know just how much you can’t stand to suffer through anymore of this.”

The bitch was smart; I could at least give her that. “There’s no point in me repeating what you already know. You’ve completely ruined my life and intend to somehow make it a little bit worse…why bother giving you even more satisfaction?”

I felt a sudden tightening around my neck, but I knew she wasn’t grabbing my throat or anything of the sort. I’d already forgotten that enchanted metal collar, and it reminded me of its presence in a harsh way, gripping fiercely around my throat at my resistance to her whims. “Quite simply, your life may very well depend on it,” she replied, and I could see a sadistic grin played about the soft flesh of her lips. “I don’t think it’s that high of a price to pay for your survival.”

While I still hated the idea of this entire ordeal being nothing more than a quest for my survival, I’d been in such a place before. I’d never come so close to facing my own mortality, but I’d had to weasel my way out of a life or death situation. Up until now, sex or brute force usually got the job done. This time, I had to do something far out of my comfort zone.

I had to grovel.

“Nngh…urk…alright…” I tried to speak, and with my compliance, the collar finally loosened up enough to let me. “I’ll help cleanse you, Mistress, and prepare myself for travel to Makusa.”

“Good boy.”

The huntress stepped back from me, enough so that she could tilt her head up and down as she took an appreciative glance of my figure, and then a little something more. Her eyes fixated upon whatever part of my body they pleased, and for once, I didn’t feel so out of place. This, I was used to from the average female. “I’m sure you’ll fetch a high price at the auction. You’d better hope for your sake that they take advantage of one of your heads, and not the other…”

Letting those chilling words mull around in my brain, she simply walked past me after that. In trying to mentally process everything that was going on, I’d forgotten to take in the fact that she was still stark naked, and her figure was something to behold. Decidedly feminine aromas followed her as she walked past me, so powerful that they made my head turn without a conscious thought, and yet, so delicate that they could only belong to a female of incredible beauty.

“Come along. I’ll show you to the place where you are to honor my body.”

She turned back to look at me with what now appeared to be more of a playful smirk than an evil smile. Somewhere inside, she must have appreciated being ogled in such a way, and I couldn’t blame her; I was guilty of the same feelings whenever I was visually appreciated. A quick survey over her back made it clear that the markings I’d seen on her flesh the day before were indeed tribal markings, as sharp, thick black lines cut across her back, down over her shoulder blades, and met in the form of two blades near her spine, right in the center of the small of her back. I was sure there were more markings on the front, but I’d seen patterns like that before, and they left me uneasy as I obeyed and followed her to the trap door that we’d entered the night before.

“You really trust me enough to turn your back on me like that?” I simply had to ask, as she knelt down before me and opened the trap door. In my mind, I simply tried to recall the number of times a female had knelt before me in a submissive pose and proceeded to pleasure me…and I couldn’t quite remember them all. What I was sure of was that this was the first time a woman had ever knelt before me and had full control of my body.

“If you so much as reached down to touch my flesh, that collar would strangle you until you passed out. I don’t think you relish in such a fate, and you’re certainly not stupid enough to risk that,” she explained, and I took it to heart as the closest thing I’d get to a compliment from her. “Moreover, I trust that you’re not so stupid to try and take me from behind like that for any reason whatsoever. I’d easily take you down, collar or not, wolf…”

For some reason, I felt a constriction around my neck, though I knew I’d done nothing wrong.

“…And you forgot something.”

Oh, right.

“…Mis…tress…”

“Better.”

The pressure immediately released, and I took in a gasping breath. If she kept on doing that to me throughout the day, I was liable to pass out, but I didn’t have a chance to worry about it. Just like that, she was out the door and climbing down the ladder, and I knew it would behoove me to stay as close to her as possible, so I hurried down the ladder after her, taking care to shut the trap door. For some reason, the descent down the ladder that morning seemed much quicker than the ascent the night before. Perhaps it was the lack of fear for my life from that previous night, or lack of anticipation, or it may have been the energizing radiance of the morning sun peeking through the canopy of the forest. It was disorienting enough that the room she’d trapped me in had no windows, but with the trees blocking out even more light than that, the little bit of sun that did make it through was nearly blinding, if not refreshing. Still, I had to double check that my footpaws were actually on the forest floor before I actually let go of the ladder.

“You don’t wake up in the forest very often, do you?” she asked, turning to glance at me with jades that sparkled in the sunbeams.

I shook my head. “Certainly not so often that I’m used to it. At least I get a beautiful view, Mistress.”

“Flattery isn’t going to save you now, wolf.”

I could have easily told her that I was talking about the sunlight coming through the canopy, but I didn’t have any luck left to push, so I left that sarcasm dripping in the back of my mind. “After the treatment I’ve received from you so far, Mistress, I should expect not. Truth be told, I wasn’t going for blind flattery, regardless. You really are a beautiful specimen.”

The quiet swish of bright green leaves filled the air as the huntress lead me through the floor of the tropical forest. “I told you it won’t work, wolf…and I meant it,” she affirmed, still not even turning back to face me when she spoke. I wondered, just by the tone of her voice, if maybe she actually appreciated the compliment and didn’t want to show off any weakness; either way, she was intent on hiding her emotions from me, still.

“Understood…I hope it isn’t much further, Mistress?” I asked, and with a glance downward, I could already see some dirt forming on the thick fur of my footpaws. Somehow, this all seemed detrimental to my getting tidied up.

“Try to learn some patience. We’re already here.”

Past a few more thickets of ferns and long, mossy vines, an opening appeared in the thick, haphazard growth of the trees that made up the forest. The beaten dirt paths around the trees quickly thickened up into lush, knee-high grass, showing off the fertility of the hot spring that we’d come upon. Though it was faint, I could see trails of steam coming up from above the grass, and a step closer, I saw the shallow, still waters of the spring, so crystal clear that you could count the pebbles resting at the bottom.

“Get in, and make sure to wash yourself thoroughly. I won’t be giving you the milking treatment until you’re properly cleaned.”

The milking treatment? I thought, but it certainly sounded a lot more pleasant than the events that would come later in the day. Before I could respond or even nod, the huntress had dipped a leg down into the waters, and light ripples spread across the spring as the rest of her body followed, the image of her beauty distorted by refraction. I decided to follow suit quickly, and put a footpaw, and then a whole leg into the pond, entering as delicately as possible. Though my usual cantor was to jump into a body of water whenever I pleased, something about causing a disruptive splash seemed like a bad idea in front of someone who did not want their view of you disrupted.

“You should really consider yourself lucky. The last few of your kind that I took to the auctions never had the luxury of experiencing this place,” she told me, as I scooped some of the delightfully warm water up into my paws. I splashed it across my face and started scrubbing away at my muzzle, trying to get all of her feminine stains out of my fur. “Of course, none of them were likely to fetch as high of a price as you are certain to.”

I took another scoop of water up to my shoulder. The spring only came up to about my abdomen, and I didn’t feel like fully submerging myself. “I suppose I am flattered, though I’ve always been used to the best of the best when it comes to my ways of living.”

The huntress snickered with what I could only call sadistic glee, as she sunk down a little further into the water and tilted her head back, letting her hair spread out across the surface, soaking in the pure, tranquil waters. “I’m certain I already told you to forget about that lifestyle, but I’ll happily repeat myself that your old life is over. I’m sure you already know what the best life you could hope for is, now.”

“All too well, I’m afraid,” I groaned, though I noticed that she’d neglected to punish me for not calling her ‘mistress’ a moment before.

“Such a fate would be too generous for a beast like you.”

…Why?

“And I’m sure that my horrible reputation is your only defense for having such a deep hatred for me,” I scoffed, glancing away from the huntress as I finished scrubbing down the toned muscles of my abdomen.

I heard a sudden splashing, as if the huntress were thrashing about at the water, and in a flash, she sprung up from her relaxed pose and put a hand around my throat, squeezing tight on my jugular. This wasn’t just an ordinary air-choke; this was a blood-choke. While I’d doubted her combat skills to this point, and still believed she just got lucky and caught me off guard the day before, those doubts were quickly being erased. It took only a few seconds for my knees to buckle, and I slumped down into the water.

“You have NO idea what your kind have put me through, you insolent, foul-mouthed, worthless creature!! You have no right to assume that just because a few weaklings are afraid of you, and that a few slutty humans and heated beasts found you attractive that you bear a reputation so great that I would seek you out, solely for that purpose! I’ve eradicated hundreds of your kind, and it had nothing to do with you, or your stupid reputation!”

I was barely conscious enough to register everything that she was saying, but I could still feel the sting of her harsh words upon my flattening ears. Not wanting to show off any need for help or any signs of desperation, I tried to prop myself up by using my tail to help my balance. Seeing how she’d nearly incapacitated me, the huntress released my neck, though her hand didn’t stray too far from me. “What…what did we do…?”

My voice was strained by her choke. “Repeat yourself…and call me mistress this time, or so help me, I’ll drown you in this very spring!”

At that, I’d had enough with her attitude. Mustering up my last vestiges of strength, I stood up on my footpaws and glared at her, looking her right in the eyes in an act of pure defiance. “What the hell did we do to you that was so bad, MISTRESS?!”

For the first time since she’d seen me, I could tell that I’d finally rattled her. Even against the strain of the magically imbued collar around my neck trying to strangle the life out of me, I stood tall before her and showed her all of the anger that one could show over someone celebrating the attempted genocide of his kind.

“…Sit down, wolf. I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

I was stunned, in turn, by her docile reaction, but I took the opportunity presented to me and sat back down in the water, feeling the soothing heat from the spring reach all the way up to my neck now.

The huntress shocked me once again as she slumped back down into the water, but sat awfully close to me for someone who just threatened to drown me. She looked surprisingly relaxed and comfortable as she rested her back against the edge of the shallow pool. “My family has always been fiercely loyal to the Sunkurun tribes. We’ve always been regarded as one of the most powerful human tribes on the entire planet, and though I doubt you’d like to hear it, we’ve kept all manner of creatures as slaves for the last two hundred years on record. Many are treated as dirt, and just like all of the other humans, we are guilty of using some of the beasts as sexual servants.”

I knew I’d heard of that tribe before. They were one of the reasons I kept so far away from the jungles around Makusa whenever I could. “I never did quite understand that, Mistress. How do those animals perform under such stressful situations…?”

“There are all manner of herbs and natural remedies to cause a male to become fully erect in any situation, and for the females, well…a little lubrication is all it takes for the males to have their way. In any case, performance issues are never truly an issue. What has become an issue, however, is what the ruling bodies of our tribe have recently decided.”

I furrowed my brow.

“Our tribe does a lot more than look down on hybrids, like you. They are seen fit only to be used as slaves and servants, or to simply be killed, and as of late, the Sunkurun elders have sent out a decree that all beasts are to be taken to the nearest bastion of human order and auctioned off, be it for death or otherwise. And because of what happened to me, I’ve come to support that decision.”

Though it was faint, I could hear a tone of regret in her voice. “Earlier on, when you wolves were more likely to roam the land in packs, a small bunch of the Sunkurun tribe, including my mother and father, ran into a small pack of wolves…ten or fifteen, at most. As you might expect, they clashed, and…though the Sunkurun fought valiantly, they were ultimately overwhelmed…my father was mauled to death by your foul, disgusting brethren as he was forced to watch my mother be taken by every wolf that survived the battle, soaked in the blood of his fallen comrades!”

My eyes widened as tears started to form in the corners of the huntress’ eyes. Her once bright, determined jades now seemed to waver as misery overtook her form.

“She lived, but was taken into sexual slavery herself…her last letters to escape the camps of the wolves depicted my father’s death, and called the Sunkurun tribes to arms, saying that her last request was that every wolf on the face of Veloria be mercilessly slaughtered, so that they might know even a fraction of the pain that my father did…to this day, I don’t know for sure whether she lived or died…”
 
A quiet sigh escaped my lips, and I glanced down into the water, seeing the reflection of my own sadness in my eyes. For the first time, I truly understood this woman. “I don’t mean to make small of your story, but…I know your pain, Mistress.”

I could feel her powerful glare cast upon me, even though I never made eye contact. “How…how the hell can you say that?!”

The sniffling in her voice made it that much harder to speak. “I won’t go into details…I don’t think that it’s really necessary, but…after watching my parents fall to the slaughter of the humans who invaded the homelands of our packs, this is just who I became-

“LIAR!!” she cried out, reaching across her body to bring a harsh slap upon my muzzle. If she had claws like my own, there was no doubt I’d be bleeding heavily at the strike. “Don’t you dare to try and make up some sob story just so you can demean the slaughter of my people and act as though you understand anything that I went through!”

I had a feeling that further words wouldn’t be of much help, so instead, I brought my gaze up from the water and looked right into her eyes, while my paws spread a little bit of the fur upon my chest. On the flesh beneath, a large gash, easily half a foot long, still rested upon my body.

Her eyes softened, once again. “That deep of a scar…can’t be left by a blade made of steel or bronze…and you beasts can’t use magic, can you?”

I shook my head. “This was the strike that a human enchantress cast upon my body in front of my parents, before she and her fellow humans went about killing the rest of my pack. I went unconscious from the strike, and they believed me dead, so they left me there…I awoke in a pool of vital fluids, dripping from the corpses of my parents and best friends…” I didn’t realize how long it had been since I’d spoken to anyone about my past. To my shock, all of the emotions that I’d kept down for the last couple decades were starting to rise to the surface.

“You…you’re serious, aren’t you?”

All I could do at that point was nod. Even yesterday, I didn’t feel quite as vulnerable as I did now. This woman had every right and reason to hate me and every one of my kind, and even if my story was true, I had my doubts that it would do anything to influence her decision. She’d already gone this far with everything, and I couldn’t blame her for wanting to fulfill the last wishes of her mother.

Not surprisingly, I felt one of her delicate, yet powerful hands come upon my neck once again, but this time, it trailed up along the enchanted collar, and past it, to rest upon my cheek. “So this is what it’s like…”

Though I knew it impossible, it felt as though she was trying to absorb the sadness in my heart just by her touch. Call me crazy, but I thought for a moment that it was actually working. “What what’s like, Mistress?”

“No…nothing. Forget I said anything,” she replied, hurriedly bringing her hand down from my cheek. “We’re running late as it is. I’m afraid I’ll have to rush you though the milking treatment.”

I still had no idea what the milking treatment was at that point, but I suddenly felt safer around the huntress than I had since she first approached me. “I assume this is something to get me ready for the auctions, then…?” I asked, doing nothing to hide the disappointment in my voice.

“It is, and it’s something of a necessity,” she said, and suddenly, she turned over in the water, and was straddling my hips, knees resting on either side of me. “When you’re being auctioned off as a potential sexual servant, sometimes the auctioneers will use tools and devices on you to cause you to become erect, and if they use the right herbal remedies, you might pop right there on the auctioning stage. If that happens…you’ll be deemed unfit to be a sex slave, and they’ll just kill you instead…”

Now this was weird. I did feel something of a comfort inside; she had been meaning to take a step to protect my life all along, but this was definitely not something I would have accounted for at an auction. “So…you’re going to drain me of an orgasm so I’ll be less likely to do thaaaaaaat! Ooooh…damn, Mistress…”

My voice got carried away as I felt one of those silky-soft hands grab at the softer, lighter fur of my sheath. She stroked and tugged gently at the fur, encouraging my cock to come forward. “Essentially, yes. Normally, it’s best to do this only with the hands and mouth, but the auction starts soon, and I don’t want us to miss it, so I’ll have to use a more direct approach.”

The bright, pinkish-red tip of my member peeked out of my sheath, and as soon as it did, the huntress stroked a fingertip upon it, giving my flesh a ‘come hither’ motion. This whole situation was unusual, but she certainly knew how to keep the air of sensuality about the ritual. “What could be more direct than that?” I asked, though I already had an idea.

Her response was to reach her other hand down and cup my sack, using the dainty touch of her fingertips to stroke each of my orbs. With how forceful she’d been with my body the night before, it was deceptive how gently she could touch my body. Each fingertip felt more like a feather tickling at my sack than a fingertip trying to coax me to an erection, but whatever it really was, inch after inch of my obscenely canine shaft emerged from my sheath, until I stood fully erect in front of the huntress. “A pleasure that no wolf has ever been lucky enough to receive from me before is far more direct than hands or even a mouth,” she explained, and soon, soft, delicate fingers were replaced with something I was much more used to, and the smooth, slick flesh of her labia pressed up to the underside of my shaft. “But I warn you now, wolf…if you spill so much as a drop of your seed inside of my bodice, it could mean the end of my life, and will certainly mean the end of yours…so the moment you near your climax, you need to make damn sure that I know about it. I have other uses for your seed, anyway. Understand?”

My eyes winced closed in pleasure as her labia slid up and down along my shaft in expert strokes, coating the underside of my length with the same feminine juices that I’d earlier washed away from my face. My precum was already spilling into the water, getting the tip of my cock nice and slick to make for an easy entry. “Yes, Mistress…I…ahh! I understand completely…”

“Hmph. You’re already whimpering like a pathetic little puppy. I hope your body can outlast your voice, or I’m going to be sorely disappointed with this,” she cautioned me, but as I looked up into her stunning jades once more, I could see confidence and enjoyment more than I could see sadism and hatred. I was beginning to believe, much as I had the first day, that she was really just putting on an act for me, this time. “Though…I hadn’t noticed last night…you’re really so big…” she moaned, as she pushed her hips up, trying to get the sharp tip of my cock to spread her labia open so I could finally enter her. She strained a little bit, and her face twisted up in an expression of mingled pleasure and pain, her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she desperately tried to spear herself on my cock.

She was tight…damn near airtight, even with the seemingly endless flow of juices that spilled from her vulva.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Mistress…you…oooh…you’ve got the tightest little pussy I’ve ever fucked before…” my moaning praises weren’t flattery anymore, but the delicious, heated truth. I could scarcely believe that someone as sexually forceful as her wouldn’t be a little more broken in, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. She was tighter than some of the virgin cherries I’d picked in my years.

I could feel every muscle in her delightful little snatch clinging to my manhood as she reached out and dug her fingers into the fur upon my chest, finally managing to pin her body all the way down my length. I had to open my eyes so I could see it to believe it, and just as I could feel her pubic mound grinding against my groin, I drank in the sight of my entire cock buried between the tightest little labia I’d ever had the pleasure of taking. “I know how good I am, wolf…and there’s no beast I can’t conquer, if I so desire…you should…” she paused, pushing her hands hard upon my chest and bucking her hips, bouncing upon my length. “…Should really, really consider yourself lucky!”

“I think you’re the lucky one, Mistress…” I argued, but decided to back up my words by reaching my paws out to her breasts. I never asked for permission, and I damn sure didn’t intend to, but I knew she wouldn’t complain as I stroked my pawtips upon the soft, supple flesh that made her perfect breasts. I took each nipple between my pawtips and thumbs, gently tweaking them each time she bounced upon my shaft. “I don’t know of any lovers you’ve ever had in the past, but I guarantee you…I’m the best you’ll ever have…”

I thought she might protest, so I started pumping my hips up in time with her bouncing, so each time she tried to take my whole length again, she got a little bit more than she bargained for. I couldn’t help a delighted grin as her jaw dropped, and silent, whimpering gasps tried to escape her lips. “Ah! Ahh…don’t be so…so full of yourself, wolf! I’m nothing like those loose hussies you’ve dined on in the past…I don’t think you’re ready for what I can do!”

Suddenly, I felt a clenching unlike any I’d ever felt. She was already the tightest female I’d ever had, of any race. But as she gritted her teeth together and dug her nails into my flesh so deep that I thought she might draw blood, I could feel her inner muscles quivering and gripping upon my flesh in ways that no female had ever done before. I had no doubts that she was selective with her partners, but somehow, she had practiced with her vaginal muscles in ways that most women could never dream of…

…And shamefully, it was sending me right over the edge. “Careful with that, Mistress…you’re going to finish the treatment a lot faster than I think either of us would like!”

Even as I spoke, I kept bucking my hips upward, my paws kneading into the deliciously soft flesh of her tits with reckless abandon to the punishments I might later endure for freely touching her body. “You’re wrong, wolf,” I could just faintly hear her voice over the splashing of the water as our bodies met again and again in the throes of passion, and her tongue paralyzed me with a teasing touch upon the flesh of my ear. Her breath traveled along my fur like the warmth of the sunbeams that snuck through the canopy, making my whole body shudder and write with pleasure. “We need to be quick, and while I did that on purpose…you just made me cum all over you…that’s why you felt me quiver,” she paused, making sure to clench nice and tight upon my cock at those words, “And my walls fluttered so rapidly upon your cock…”

Damn…

That was all I could manage, mentally. I knew it was for a procedure, and I knew that the purpose was just to make me more appealing as a sex slave, but she really did seem to be enjoying this even more than I was supposed to, and it was working very well. “That’s…incredible…” I gasped, finding it hard to string together more than a few words without moaning praises to her. “You’ve brought me to the brink, Mistress. I don’t think I can last any longer!”

Keeping the tight, unbelievable grip on my shaft, the huntress quickly stood up and off of me, tugging at my genitals so hard that I thought she might have made them longer in the process. She was lucky to have jumped free when she did, as my animalistic physiology took over, and the large, bulbous knot that still waited within my sheath burst free. “You cut that way too close, wolf…don’t think I won’t remember that later,” she warned me, but as she looked into my eyes to show how serious she was, I was certain I could see the fires of lust burning in her irises, even if the glance was fleeting, at best. In the very next moment, I lost sought of her eyes, and as the head of my cock floated just above the water, throbbing and waiting, she took it into her mouth, just as the first strands of my cum burst from the tip. My sack ached with how terribly she’d teased my body the night before, and suddenly, I was wracked with the absolute ecstasy of orgasm, and my hips bucked my length upwards into her throat of their own accord. Much to my surprise, however, she took each thrust easily and held on, and I could see the light bulge of my seed going down her throat as she held my knot with one hand, and swallowed all of the liquid I could give her.

I’ll have to remember to thank her for simulating a tie, later on…I thought, losing my voice to nearly feral grunts of pleasure as the huntress expertly drank down every drop of cum that my body could offer. The pleasure finally started to subside enough for my hips to settle, and every muscle in my figure relaxed as I started to slump back against the edge of the hot spring.

“Mmm…you must have a diet almost exclusively of meat and fruits. Your seed is rather sweet,” she commented, actually licking some of the excess of my seed from her lips as she looked up to me. Now this, I was quite a bit more used to…a female working herself to orgasm on my cock, and then swallowing all of my seed in an act of thanks for the pleasure I could offer. It was too bad the experience wasn’t going to stay that way for long. “And I certainly hope that I’m right. The only reason that I drank your filthy wolf spunk was for the nutritional value it offered. I didn’t have time for a proper breakfast, and I was in dire need of the nutrients.”

Well, back to normal it was, then.

I watched as the huntress hooked her hand into my collar and yanked it upwards painfully, tugging me up and out of the water as my knot started to deflate, and my length sunk back into my body. It never did cease to amaze me how strong she was for having such a womanly figure, and how easily she put that strength towards causing me pain. “We don’t have much time to waste. Shake yourself dry and give me a minute to dress.”

I rolled my eyes at her comment. Making a blunt comparison of a bipedal creature like myself to the feral dogs that shook themselves dry after running through the water was something that we more intelligent creatures took as a low blow. “I usually dry off with a towel, Mistress, but I’ll do the best that I can.”

Groaning to myself, I leaned down on all fours and tried to shake my fur dry the best that I could. As I did, I looked to the huntress, who hadn’t brought any clothes to the spring that I knew of. I was right, and I watched with wonder as she plucked a few of the long, green leaves from a fern and wove her magic into them. The leaves grew rapidly as a light blue aura surrounded them, and as they reached a certain length, they started to branch off of one another. They kept up in this way for some time, and I started to get the idea. She had brought something of a top with her, an unflattering shade of brown that fell just short of her navel, but she took her pile of leaves and wove them together with a strand of that same magical aura. Suddenly, she had a skirt made of leaves that would easily keep her modesty in check.

“You’ve done just fine, I’m sure. Now get on your feet and let’s get moving. The auction will start in less than two hours, and Makusa is nearly an hour away, on foot.”

I wouldn’t deny that the huntress looked decidedly tribal with her choice of clothing. Still, it was a fitting look for her, as the clothes did almost nothing to hide the sharp black lines of the tribal markings that covered her bodice. “Very well, Mistress,” I replied, though my voice was quite morose. I had no desire to ever set a footpaw in Makusa for as long as I lived, and now, I wasn’t going to have a choice, not to mention that there was still a good chance I could be dead before the end of the day.

She had already started off ahead of me, and the light, magical tug that came from my collar told me the right direction to walk. As I followed close behind her, I could see that she’d materialized the magic spear once again, though I couldn’t fathom why.  With the collar on, there was no way for me to escape her, unless she willed it herself.

“I’m sorry.”

I wasn’t sure that I’d heard the huntress properly. “Sorry for what, Mistress?” I asked, though really, I believed an apology would be in order for the night of sexual torture, nearly cutting my throat, or selling me into sexual slavery or a potential early grave. I just couldn’t say so.

Without pausing, or so much as turning back, she said, “For your family.”

As we made our way along the twisting, turning path towards Makusa, beset by thick, lush greens on all sides, and cut apart by streams and gnarled roots every so often, we were silent, except for one reply that I could muster, “Don’t be. I’m just sorry for yours, Mistress.”

I didn’t know for sure that it was the right thing to say, and I had nearly an hour to think it over, but the only thought that I could rationalize during the journey was that maybe, just maybe, she and I actually understood each other, even if it was for just one short lived moment of passion in the hot springs.

Maybe she still hated me.

Maybe she hated me a little bit less.

Either way, I found my emotions betraying my better judgment, and as I followed her of my own free, though broken will, I found myself wanting to know which one it was.
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