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"writing": "[b][u][center]The Bonds of Need\nChapter 6\nFor a-lycotonum\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n \n \n \n \n \n\n\n\nRobin bit back another scream from the aching tension between her legs. The constant clenching, cramping, pulsing through her muscles down there served only to remind her that there was nothing to stimulate her, nothing to add to the pleasure that she desperately needed, and most certainly nothing that would relieve the emptiness that was threatening to consume her mind.\n\n“Ah…ah…ah…”\n\nThe wererat oozed, dribbling down her legs. The stink of her own need and the sweat matting down her fur all over her body was overwhelming, and the fact that she could barely breathe through her own ‘product’ was humiliating. She couldn’t stop thinking about how much she needed something down there, and even the thought of Vitus wasn’t quite enough to banish that hunger.\n\n[i]Please…please…[/i]\n\n“This is your shame,” her tiefling captor whispered in her ear. “This is what you are ashamed of becoming. Not a slave…not a whore…but something that will never, ever be satisfied with what it gets…”\n\nRobin managed to keep her muzzle shut, but it was a war to keep it that way. Her entire body wanted her to give in, to submit, to let the tiefling know whatever she wanted to know for the sake of getting the pleasure she needed.\n\nIt had been…how long now? Too long, she knew, too long in wererat form, too long in heat, too long without an orgasm. The only times that she had been allowed down from the chains had been to use the toilet and to be questioned out of them. The rest of her time had been spent hanging, her legs spread, and her pussy on [i]fire.[/i]\n\nThe moonstone was slid between her legs again, and Robin screamed as her heat ratcheted up another notch. It felt like she hadn’t been fucked in over a year, as if her pussy had been ignored by every potential partner, and her womb –\n\n[i]Breed.\n\nFuck.\n\nBreed.\n\nMate.\n\nBreed.\n\nBirth.[/i]\n\nHer inner walls were clenching down so hard that she could feel every detail of the opposite side, and her insides were cramping worse than any monthly bleed that she could remember. Pain, emptiness, fucking [i]heat[/i] that made it impossible to think of anything but the scent of male and the feeling of cock inside of her. It was unending, all-consuming, and the desperate urge to breed was sliding from maternal to bestial. Squeaks left her throat, no longer capable of entirely human thought and speech, and she whimpered and whined as she rocked her hips against the air, trying and failing to find something that would get her off.\n\nThe moonstone was almost against her. It was so close to her sex that she swore she could feel something like silver fire lashing her, punishing her, making her remember what she used to be. A proud guard, a woman of power and prestige, reduced to something so low and loathsome. Something that would refuse clothes, that wasn’t allowed it, that would show herself off eagerly for the slightest chance at being bred.\n\nUsed.\n\nFilled.\n\nFucked.\n\nHer face burned with the shame and her mind recoiled from the humiliation. The chitter-chatter of a scared, desperate rat filled the room, her tail lashing from side to side, her body shaking from head to toe –\n\nAnd then the stone pulled away. She sagged against the chains, panting for breath as the tiefling stroked a claw against her cheek, the muscular woman leaning against her back. The slender tail of the devil-woman intertwined with her thicker, bald one, and she grunted as she felt her captor’s big hands around her breasts.\n\n“We see your shame.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“You know what you’ve become. You fight it, you push back. You [i]act[/i] like his loyal dog, his perfect bitch, because you know what you are deep down inside. You’re nothing but the little rat in the gutters, the prey to the hound. You know that if you’re not good enough, he’ll turn on you in a split second, ripping out your throat and leaving you to die in the mud and the filthy streets. Just like you deserve, street-walking gutter trash that you are. Can’t think, can’t reason, can’t plan…you’re just a useless lump of flesh, desperate for the feeling of someone using you.”\n\nRobin said nothing. Whether the torture started again without cease or whether it was time for Onoria to start lording it over her again, she knew that this was a brief respite that she had to take advantage of. She forced herself to breathe normally, to focus on her body in ways that didn’t send her right back down the road to lust, and just…breathed…and accepted…\n\nShe was fine.\n\nShe would be fine.\n\nThis would pass.\n\nIn all her time as a guard, she had tested the various methods of interrogation on herself. She had Piers commit some of them on her, and when he didn’t have the stomach to do some of the harsher ones, she tried them out herself. Never as a means of stimulating herself, but always as a means of understanding them, seeing how they worked, what they did to a person, and most of all, how one could find a way to resist them. If a prisoner needed to be interrogated, she wanted to make sure that she had the best method to use on them, and if she was ever caught by criminals…well, she needed to know how to resist them, too.\n\nIt had stood her in good stead so far. She allowed herself to scream and moan and be tortured during the hanging sessions, but whenever she had a break, she used it to consolidate herself again, pulling her thoughts and mind back together for as good a chance to keep going as she could create. So far, it had worked, but…\n\nWell, she didn’t know how much longer she could keep it up. Sooner or later, she would crack, and there were limits to what this technique could really accomplish over time. There were limits to everything.\n\n“Look at me, prisoner.”\n\nShe suffered her chin to be lifted, opening her eyes and staring at the taller, thicker-shouldered woman. The tiefling still wore most of her armor, though the cape of her knighthood had been cast aside for now. She smiled down at Robin, shaking her head.\n\n“For all that you are costing us time, I have to admit that I admire your dedication. It follows no logic or sense, but I admire it. There are few enough that would be so devoted to their station. I imagine that you were a credit to your position, before…this.”\n\n[i]Just breathe. Don’t talk. Just breathe.[/i]\n\n“Just as I imagine that shame weighs heavily on you now. What were you before? A guard? A fighter of some sort, I’m sure,” the tiefling said, chuckling. “Someone that knew their business. Someone that understood discipline. And now…look at you. Just a little touch of the moon, and all that discipline goes running out between your legs.”\n\n[i]Don’t talk. Don’t respond. Breathe.[/i]\n\n“All that work to rise in your society, all that time that you spent building up a respectable image. And now, it comes crashing down, all because of this. This shape of a rat, this little rodent worthy of nothing but the disgust and disdain of everyone around her, draining your mind and making you think of nothing but the most bestial needs. To eat. To piss and shit. To breed.”\n\nSMACK!\n\nThe sudden slap across her pussy left Robin doubling over, hunching against her chains in a vain effort to try and cover herself. Her thighs ached as she tried to pull them together, her ankle restraints keeping her from closing her legs. It hurt, it throbbed with pain, and…and she was still soaking wet from the heat that she’d been in just seconds ago.\n\n“Even now, you can’t help but imagine what it will be like when the moon shines on you again. Some piece of you, broken, shattered, damaged, already imagining what more you’ll lose when I take out the rock again. How much longer will you remember what you used to be, I wonder? How much longer will you cling to that old version of yourself before you realize that you’re never going to get it back on your own? Are you so stubborn to last?”\n\nRobin clenched her teeth. She understood where this was going; she knew how interrogations worked. This was all to make her feel as low and worthless as possible, to make her question what she could do with her life. The tiefling would keep it up, make it so she felt like she was the lowest of the low, like she had ruined her life, then take a turn toward the positive. How she could do something to change her life, how the tiefling could help her, if she would only help the tiefling first. It was the basic method of interrogating anyone: break their self-worth, push them to the edge, and then offer them a way to get a piece of themselves back.\n\n[i]Try that with someone that…that doesn’t do this for a living,[/i] she thought.\n\nOnoria pushed her head up again, forcing her to meet the devil-woman’s eyes. The dark skin and darker hair that she saw was like a void, a shadow in the air in front of her, and it would have been just as easy to ignore her if it wasn’t for the fact that her eyes glinted with the light of hell. Robin swallowed as Onoria smiled.\n\n“Now, why do you want to be like that, hmm? This could be so much easier, for both of us. You could just tell me what I need to know. About that man that we were going to arrest. About your friends. About you. I’m sure that there’s all kinds of things that you can confirm for me, if there’s much left in that little rat brain of yours.”\n\n“…You think…that I would betray someone…that I care about?”\n\n“I think a rat knows where it’s loyalties lie: to itself. You’re not a hound, not a person, not anything anymore. If you want to pretend, then pretend for a little longer. That shame of yours shows us what you really are, what you’re becoming. Sooner or later, you’ll forget about this loyalty of yours when you realize that there’s nothing for you in it. The rat that works for others is soon forgotten; the rat that looks out for itself is one that will survive.”\n\nRobin felt that resonate deep inside, and she hated it. She let her head fall to her chest as the tiefling took her hand away, closing her eyes and forcing herself to keep it from digging any deeper into her head.\n\n[i]No. Vitus will…he’ll come. He’ll come. I saved him for a reason…he cares…he cares.[/i]\n\nAnd he was pack. She was pack, too, even if she was a rat instead of a Hellhound. It…it was…\n\nSomething.\n\nSomething was better than nothing. She would hold to –\n\nClick. The chains came loose around her ankles, and she barely had a moment to brace herself before the same click released her wrists. She landed with a thump, stumbling forward a step before she caught her balance.\n\n“I think it’s time for one of your breaks. Why don’t we let you mingle with some of the other prisoners? Let you see what’s waiting for you further down the line?”\n\n“…Why not?” Robin said. “I could use the air…”\n\n#\n\nAnd air she got, in the form of air-time. Onoria flung her through a doorway over a pit, and Robin flailed her arms and legs as she soared through the air for a few brief seconds before crashing down against the dust and dirt.\n\n“Nnngh…”\n\nShe wasn’t alone; she had seen shapes from above, but now, she could hear the thumps of footsteps and the flutter of wings. The wererat groaned as she dragged herself to a kneeling position, her eyes flicking left and right.\n\nThe pit wasn’t packed with people, but there were four others. Two imps, half her height and gray-skinned, possessed of raggedy bat-wings that were barely sufficient to keep them in the air; one werebear, taller than her by at least three feet and thick across the back and shoulders, with brown fur and red claws; and finally, one harpy that leaned against the far wall, his eyes fixed on her and his wings folded around his middle. Not a great collection of people to be kept with.\n\n“Heh, what’s this, what’s this?” one of the imps asked, circling her clockwise while the other circled her counterclockwise. “New meat? New toy?”\n\n“New prisoner, new shame,” the other one said.\n\n“Looks broken.”\n\n“No, no, it’s still breaking. You can see the mind-cracks.”\n\n“Looks shattered and put together again.”\n\n“Nah, nah, but almost.”\n\nRobin slowly pushed herself to her feet, shaking her head and ignoring the pair of imps as best she could. She resisted the urge to cover herself, even as the imps darted in and poked and stroked across her chest. Her breasts would just have to be ignored as much as possible.\n\n“Hmmph,” the werebear said, looking down at her as he stomped forward, lumbering along in that waddling but powerful ursine fashion. “What the hell are they doing, tossing someone like you out here? Some bitch that started selling herself without being allowed?”\n\nRobin looked up at the bear. He was doing the sort of posturing that any big man in the yard would do. She didn’t like her odds, but –\n\n“Tell you something, bitch. In here, doesn’t matter what you were out there. Here, you’re meat, and if the guards are throwing us pussy –”\n\nHe grabbed her shoulder. She was glad; if he’d gone for a waist-hug, she would have had far less options.\n\nAs soon as he grabbed her arm, she brought her hand up, claws first, and jammed them right into his armpit. Before the bear could pull back, Robin sunk her claws in deeper, hooking them in place so he couldn’t pull her free without leaving himself at risk of bleeding out, and lunged right for his throat. She got her fingers through his shaggy fur, pressing the points of her claws right over his key blood vessels, and squeezed in warning.\n\nThe imps stopped flapping and fell with a shriek to the ground, and the harpy sat up with interest at the far side of the pit. All four of the other prisoners went silent, their breath coming harsh and loud.\n\nRobin held her threatening position. She knew better than to trust anyone in this position by immediately letting go. Even as a slow flow of blood ran past her fingers, hot and sticky, she kept them in place. The bear could afford to lose a little, and he’d heal quick enough when she pulled the claws free. Weres were good at that.\n\n“Let me make something clear to all of you,” she said, keeping her eyes on the bear. “When I got thrown down here, it was because they wanted to give me a break from the torture. They weren’t getting anywhere with it. They want me to have time to ‘see what happens’ further down the line. And as far as I can tell, what they did was throw me in a pit with a bunch of other prisoners that [i]have[/i] been hurt by the torture, and that [i]are[/i] breaking.\n\n“Now, keep in mind, I used to be a guard. Where I come from, I know how the guards work, and I know how to deal with prisoners. They would have seen me raped a hundred times a week if I wasn’t careful, if I didn’t know what I was doing. And I wasn’t a rat back then; I was a human. Weaker. Slower. Without claws or fangs.\n\n“Now, remember that I could handle people your size as a human, and then try and think about that when you get tempted to do anything stupid again.”\n\nShe took her time pulling her claws back, making sure that he felt the withdrawal of the sharp implements from his flesh, and eventually hopped back to the dirt ground. The werebear took a step back, cupping his armpit with the opposite hand, gritting his teeth as he shook his head.\n\n“The hell are you?” he muttered.\n\n“A prisoner. And one waiting for her pack.”\n\n“Dogs have packs. Rats got nothing.”\n\n“That’s what they say; I don’t believe them. I choose otherwise.”\n\n[i]Choose. I choose.[/i]\n\nSo long as she could still choose, so long as she could pick what she wanted to do instead of listening to instinct, she had a chance in this prison. So long as she didn’t give in to the greatest shame of being a wererat – being someone so lost to her instincts that she did nothing but indulge them – she had a chance of saving herself. She crossed her arms as she looked around the room.\n\n“So, who are you?” she asked. “Big guy?”\n\n“…Kalroz,” the werebear said, shaking his head as he sat down. “Fuck…did you have to jam ‘em in so deep?”\n\n“Well, you [i]were[/i] going to rape me.”\n\n“Can’t rape the willing.”\n\n“Two guesses what you’re in for,” she said, shaking her head.\n\n“Fuck you. Wasn’t rape, wasn’t even murder. Fucking – Nnngh.” He shook his head, pulling his bloody paw out from beneath his arm before pushing it back in. “Barely some fucking theft. Stealing a bit of livestock off some noble’s estate. Fucker caught me and now I’m stuck here.”\n\nShe supposed that wasn’t…surprising, considering the way that the Hellknights upheld the law. They were going to punish everything, and she imagined that it would probably be the sort of thing where the offense didn’t matter; the point was that you had broken the contract, so you were as fucked if you stole a copper as you were if you stole a gold. Might as well go for broke in such cases.\n\n“So, Kalroz…And you two?”\n\nThe imps fluttered around, chuckling as they kept spinning around her naked body. She had to snap her fingers twice to get their attention.\n\n“Us?”\n\n“We’re Ukra.”\n\n“And Shora.”\n\n“Brothers.”\n\n“Twins!”\n\n“And mind-readers.”\n\nShe blinked, and the imps laughed.\n\n“Not for thoughts.”\n\n“Just for strain.”\n\n“See what’s breaking.”\n\n“What’s broken.”\n\n“What’s changing.”\n\n“What used to be the same.”\n\n“See how the mind works.”\n\n“And the body.”\n\n“Oh, she’s getting hot – oh, and now cold.”\n\n“Damn.”\n\nThe more that the imps talked, the more that she realized that they weren’t just brothers. They were a paired unit. She’d seen some of those in Absalom, when magic or some other unfortunate event bound a pair together so tightly that they started taking on each other’s traits until they looked exactly like one another. No wonder she couldn’t tell a difference between the two of them.\n\nFor that matter, no wonder they kept spinning around her. They were paired, which meant that their abilities to scan minds and bodies probably got stronger when they were working together. Spiraling around something probably allowed them a deeper scan than just looking at something from afar.\n\n[i]At least they can’t read my thoughts…but if I’m so damaged that they think I’m shattered already…[/i]\n\nMaybe things were worse than she thought. She’d have to keep an eye on herself, and a close one, at that.\n\nAs the imps laughed, she nodded at the harpy at the far end of the pit. Kalroz shook his head, and the imps stopped chattering at each other. Robin arched an eyebrow.\n\n“What? What’s the matter with him?”\n\n“You don’t want to bother him,” Kalroz said. “Trust me. Ain’t worth it.”\n\n“Well…for now.”\n\n“So…whatcha in for?”\n\n“A number of things,” Robin said, looking over her shoulder at the hole in the wall that Onoria had thrown her through. “Fighting back against a Hellknight, defying a number of rules, defending my master –”\n\n“Wait, what the fuck?! You’re a fucking slave?”\n\n“…Technically, yes,” she said with a shrug.\n\n“Bullshit. Ain’t no way that some fucking slave was able to take me down like that. You’re fucking shitting me.”\n\n“No. I just happen to have a very strong master out there. And that master will be coming for me, eventually. I am part of his pack.”\n\n“Rats ain’t got packs.”\n\n“This one does.”\n\nShe shook her head, crossing her arms under her breasts. She tried very hard to remind herself that she was naked as she realized that her shame of her nudity was disappearing, very much in the way that an animal might have felt. Didn’t help that she was reminded that they were all dressed, in loincloths if nothing else, and she was the only one in the pit without something to cover her modesty.\n\n“This one has a pack. There is a Hellhound out there, a man that has taken me in and made me part of his pack. He comes with the power to change things, to break chains and show people where they can belong. He broke the chains of his former master, and now…now he’s coming for me. Coming to get me back after I saved him.”\n\n“Yeah? What makes you think he can?”\n\n“Let me tell you.”\n\nAnd as she settled in, preparing the story of everything that had happened in Absalom and everything that had happened since, she saw the harpy in the corner of the pit leaning in. For all that he had said nothing so far, the fact that he was so curious made her want to tell the story all the more.\n\nShe didn’t know why, but Robin felt that the more support that she could drum up for Vitus within the prison, the greater her chances for getting free. If nothing else, it would mean that they had something that they could work with during the eventual escape from Egorian. A great prison riot would go a long way towards keeping the infernal authorities of the city busy while they got away.\n\n#\n\nIt was an hour later when Onoria came for her again. Robin had managed to tell the story to its conclusion and had just started to talk about their journey out from the port city when the tiefling opened the hole in the wall again. She heard the thump of the door and looked back at the devil-woman, shaking her head.\n\n“Done listening, then?” Robin asked.\n\n“Oh, done with this for now. I’m sure that you’ll be happy to keep talking to your new friends later.”\n\n“Perhaps.”\n\n“Come.”\n\nThe tiefling threw down a rope ladder, a knife in her other hand. Doubtlessly to cut the rope if any of the others decided to try and climb out of the pit without being invited. The wererat shrugged, getting back to her feet and making her way to it.\n\nThe climb was quick and easy, and Onoria pulled the rope back up as soon as Robin was off it. It was stowed to the side and the door shut, and just like that, her brief moment with other people was taken away from her. The tiefling grabbed her arm, smiling down at her.\n\n“I’m sure that you know we were listening.”\n\n“I figured.”\n\n“Why talk freely in front of prisoners rather than in front of someone that would reward you for your honesty?”\n\n“Because I get something from them; I get nothing from you.”\n\n“Ah. Let’s be honest with ourselves, Robin. You shared what you shared because you [i]like[/i] the torture.”\n\n“That is just a lie.”\n\n“Is it?”\n\nThe tiefling’s hand slid down, eventually reaching the wererat’s bare rump. She felt the other woman’s claws digging into her furred, fleshy cheeks, and she gritted her teeth through the grope. It made her jiggle, and she never used to jiggle back there.\n\n“No matter how much you protest, no matter how much you scream, we both know the pleasure that you take in shame. If you ever had real love, it wasn’t enough for you; when you had something stronger, something more powerful, something that really touched you, you learned you loved that more than simple emotions of the heart. And when you turned back…when you tried to be ‘normal’…that love was denied you.”\n\nRobin tried not to react, but she must have shown something, because the tiefling chuckled.\n\n“I knew it. Something happened when you embraced this little shape. Once you started enjoying it, all the ‘normal’ interests started to fade. Your shame of your wererat form is for all the pleasure, all the abandoned thoughts, all the desire you have to just slip into it and fall further, further, and further into that bestial shape. If you don’t have to think about how wrong it is, it’s so much easier…\n\n“But you can’t help but think about it. You can’t help but think that it’s wrong. So you need someone to push you. You need someone to take a firm hand…and use you…the way that you want to be used…”\n\nThe wererat’s cheeks burned as she felt the clawed fingers running between her cheeks, almost pushing into her pucker for a second before running further down. Her sex was already wet again, and it wasn’t helping as the tiefling all but fingered her as they walked along.\n\n“Your body is confirming everything that I’m saying. Whatever principles you have, they’re secondary to the shame that you carry. All the things that you got wrong…all the things that you ‘shouldn’t’ do…Now that you’ve had a taste of what happens when you do it, all you can do is fear getting it wrong again…what the consequences would be…and what would happen if you didn’t have someone to catch you.\n\n“Maybe your loyalty to your master is something that you think will save you, but he’s not here, is he? What will happen if you fall without him around?”\n\nRobin didn’t know, and until that moment, she hadn’t thought about it. Now…\n\nNow, she didn’t have a choice. As her pussy was teased as they walked back to her cell, she had to imagine herself in that situation, falling deeper and deeper into the wererat instincts until there was almost nothing left. What would happen as she started to enjoy it? What would she do as she started to lose control of herself? And what would happen without Vitus around to pull her back, to take her leash and show her where she was supposed to go and what she was supposed to do?\n\n“That’s the thing with going bestial like this, prisoner,” Onoria said, patting her thigh as she pulled her hand back. “It can go further…or it can be made better. And we can figure out a way to do either one of those…depending on your behavior.”\n\n“…”\n\n“And if you [i]want[/i] to fall…all you need to do is get the right person to hold the leash. And we might just have something for you there…if you give us [i]everything[/i] that we want.”\n\n“…I can hold out.”\n\n“Oh, can you? Well, we’ll see.” The tiefling smiled. “The little story of Absalom was certainly interesting, and it will give our seers plenty to work with, scrying for all the extra details of that time. But we both know that there’s more to the story that you didn’t tell your little audience. The gritty details that show all sides of things…those were rather conspicuously missing. Everyone has a weakness, everyone has a flaw, and I’m sure that this Vitus of yours is no different.\n\n“But if you think that you can withhold that information long enough for him to mount a rescue, by all means, try. We can break you down to a good little wererat soon enough…but without a leash, I doubt you’ll come back…”\n\nFor the first time in her captivity, Robin felt fear. It wasn’t yet overwhelming, but she felt it…and that was bad enough.\n\n[i]Vitus…hurry…[/i]\n\n#\n\nUnfortunately, Vitus was doing anything [i]but[/i] hurrying. With the injuries that he had sustained from the celestial scroll, it had taken him forty-eight hours to be able to use his hands again, and during that time, he was all but useless. Shereeza had come to him regularly for use, and he had been hard-pressed to think clearly with a needy bitch feeding the Hellhound side of him all kinds of horny scents to keep him in bed.\n\nIt took a visit from Katya to snap him out of it, and even she had to use her magic to force his hands to the sides of the bed and Shereeza from it. The pair of them snarled as they were separated, but the old woman’s power was absolute.\n\n“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked.\n\n“…Something stupid,” Vitus managed to mutter as the heat cleared from his head. “How long –”\n\n“Almost two days.”\n\n“…”\n\n“Yes. You’ve been lost to your instincts for almost two days. And how does that make you feel?”\n\nBad enough that he didn’t have the words to answer. The Hellhound dragged himself out of bed, knotted cock still begging for attention, but for once he had the willpower to tell it no. He stumbled away from the mattress, leaning on the wall until he got his balance on his paws again, and he waved his hand. A little spell, but one that worked quite well now that he had been…\n\nHe blinked as the illusion took form far too easily. The fur faded and his human flesh was restored, leaving him looking…normal. Or at least, as normal as he ever had, with slightly shaggier hair and a thicker set of muscles in some places. He shook his head as he looked at a far longer penis sticking out from between his legs than he’d ever had, too.\n\n“Why…why is my magic more powerful?” he asked.\n\n“Partially training…and partially the fact that you have been indulging your Hellhound side. The more that you give in to it, the more power that Melchiresa is willing to give you. Just as Shereeza will soon find, I imagine,” Katya said, glancing down at the other dog. “That is not something that I look forward to, I confess.”\n\n“I imagine…”\n\nVitus shook his head. Two days of rutting away, of being serviced by his hound bitch, and now…\n\n“Do we have any leads?”\n\n“We have a possible invitation to the inner city, but as for leads…that is something you will have to help us find. Shereeza is…rather useless without you.”\n\n“I’m sorry.”\n\n“Don’t be sorry. Be better.”\n\n“I will be.” He nodded. “I will be.”\n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n \nSummary: Robin’s time in prison is taking a different direction than some might have expected, but still rather…intense.\n \nTags: F/solo, F/F, Wererat, Tiefling, Prison, Humiliation, Heat, Edging, Fingering, Teasing, Bondage, Exposure, Nudity, Various Species, Dubcon, Mental Corruption, ",
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The Bonds of Need Chapter 6 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon
Robin bit back another scream from the aching tension between her legs. The constant clenching, cramping, pulsing through her muscles down there served only to remind her that there was nothing to stimulate her, nothing to add to the pleasure that she desperately needed, and most certainly nothing that would relieve the emptiness that was threatening to consume her mind.
“Ah…ah…ah…”
The wererat oozed, dribbling down her legs. The stink of her own need and the sweat matting down her fur all over her body was overwhelming, and the fact that she could barely breathe through her own ‘product’ was humiliating. She couldn’t stop thinking about how much she needed something down there, and even the thought of Vitus wasn’t quite enough to banish that hunger.
Please…please…
“This is your shame,” her tiefling captor whispered in her ear. “This is what you are ashamed of becoming. Not a slave…not a whore…but something that will never, ever be satisfied with what it gets…”
Robin managed to keep her muzzle shut, but it was a war to keep it that way. Her entire body wanted her to give in, to submit, to let the tiefling know whatever she wanted to know for the sake of getting the pleasure she needed.
It had been…how long now? Too long, she knew, too long in wererat form, too long in heat, too long without an orgasm. The only times that she had been allowed down from the chains had been to use the toilet and to be questioned out of them. The rest of her time had been spent hanging, her legs spread, and her pussy on fire.
The moonstone was slid between her legs again, and Robin screamed as her heat ratcheted up another notch. It felt like she hadn’t been fucked in over a year, as if her pussy had been ignored by every potential partner, and her womb –
Breed.
Fuck.
Breed.
Mate.
Breed.
Birth.
Her inner walls were clenching down so hard that she could feel every detail of the opposite side, and her insides were cramping worse than any monthly bleed that she could remember. Pain, emptiness, fucking heat that made it impossible to think of anything but the scent of male and the feeling of cock inside of her. It was unending, all-consuming, and the desperate urge to breed was sliding from maternal to bestial. Squeaks left her throat, no longer capable of entirely human thought and speech, and she whimpered and whined as she rocked her hips against the air, trying and failing to find something that would get her off.
The moonstone was almost against her. It was so close to her sex that she swore she could feel something like silver fire lashing her, punishing her, making her remember what she used to be. A proud guard, a woman of power and prestige, reduced to something so low and loathsome. Something that would refuse clothes, that wasn’t allowed it, that would show herself off eagerly for the slightest chance at being bred.
Used.
Filled.
Fucked.
Her face burned with the shame and her mind recoiled from the humiliation. The chitter-chatter of a scared, desperate rat filled the room, her tail lashing from side to side, her body shaking from head to toe –
And then the stone pulled away. She sagged against the chains, panting for breath as the tiefling stroked a claw against her cheek, the muscular woman leaning against her back. The slender tail of the devil-woman intertwined with her thicker, bald one, and she grunted as she felt her captor’s big hands around her breasts.
“We see your shame.”
“Mmmph…”
“You know what you’ve become. You fight it, you push back. You act like his loyal dog, his perfect bitch, because you know what you are deep down inside. You’re nothing but the little rat in the gutters, the prey to the hound. You know that if you’re not good enough, he’ll turn on you in a split second, ripping out your throat and leaving you to die in the mud and the filthy streets. Just like you deserve, street-walking gutter trash that you are. Can’t think, can’t reason, can’t plan…you’re just a useless lump of flesh, desperate for the feeling of someone using you.”
Robin said nothing. Whether the torture started again without cease or whether it was time for Onoria to start lording it over her again, she knew that this was a brief respite that she had to take advantage of. She forced herself to breathe normally, to focus on her body in ways that didn’t send her right back down the road to lust, and just…breathed…and accepted…
She was fine.
She would be fine.
This would pass.
In all her time as a guard, she had tested the various methods of interrogation on herself. She had Piers commit some of them on her, and when he didn’t have the stomach to do some of the harsher ones, she tried them out herself. Never as a means of stimulating herself, but always as a means of understanding them, seeing how they worked, what they did to a person, and most of all, how one could find a way to resist them. If a prisoner needed to be interrogated, she wanted to make sure that she had the best method to use on them, and if she was ever caught by criminals…well, she needed to know how to resist them, too.
It had stood her in good stead so far. She allowed herself to scream and moan and be tortured during the hanging sessions, but whenever she had a break, she used it to consolidate herself again, pulling her thoughts and mind back together for as good a chance to keep going as she could create. So far, it had worked, but…
Well, she didn’t know how much longer she could keep it up. Sooner or later, she would crack, and there were limits to what this technique could really accomplish over time. There were limits to everything.
“Look at me, prisoner.”
She suffered her chin to be lifted, opening her eyes and staring at the taller, thicker-shouldered woman. The tiefling still wore most of her armor, though the cape of her knighthood had been cast aside for now. She smiled down at Robin, shaking her head.
“For all that you are costing us time, I have to admit that I admire your dedication. It follows no logic or sense, but I admire it. There are few enough that would be so devoted to their station. I imagine that you were a credit to your position, before…this.”
Just breathe. Don’t talk. Just breathe.
“Just as I imagine that shame weighs heavily on you now. What were you before? A guard? A fighter of some sort, I’m sure,” the tiefling said, chuckling. “Someone that knew their business. Someone that understood discipline. And now…look at you. Just a little touch of the moon, and all that discipline goes running out between your legs.”
Don’t talk. Don’t respond. Breathe.
“All that work to rise in your society, all that time that you spent building up a respectable image. And now, it comes crashing down, all because of this. This shape of a rat, this little rodent worthy of nothing but the disgust and disdain of everyone around her, draining your mind and making you think of nothing but the most bestial needs. To eat. To piss and shit. To breed.”
SMACK!
The sudden slap across her pussy left Robin doubling over, hunching against her chains in a vain effort to try and cover herself. Her thighs ached as she tried to pull them together, her ankle restraints keeping her from closing her legs. It hurt, it throbbed with pain, and…and she was still soaking wet from the heat that she’d been in just seconds ago.
“Even now, you can’t help but imagine what it will be like when the moon shines on you again. Some piece of you, broken, shattered, damaged, already imagining what more you’ll lose when I take out the rock again. How much longer will you remember what you used to be, I wonder? How much longer will you cling to that old version of yourself before you realize that you’re never going to get it back on your own? Are you so stubborn to last?”
Robin clenched her teeth. She understood where this was going; she knew how interrogations worked. This was all to make her feel as low and worthless as possible, to make her question what she could do with her life. The tiefling would keep it up, make it so she felt like she was the lowest of the low, like she had ruined her life, then take a turn toward the positive. How she could do something to change her life, how the tiefling could help her, if she would only help the tiefling first. It was the basic method of interrogating anyone: break their self-worth, push them to the edge, and then offer them a way to get a piece of themselves back.
Try that with someone that…that doesn’t do this for a living, she thought.
Onoria pushed her head up again, forcing her to meet the devil-woman’s eyes. The dark skin and darker hair that she saw was like a void, a shadow in the air in front of her, and it would have been just as easy to ignore her if it wasn’t for the fact that her eyes glinted with the light of hell. Robin swallowed as Onoria smiled.
“Now, why do you want to be like that, hmm? This could be so much easier, for both of us. You could just tell me what I need to know. About that man that we were going to arrest. About your friends. About you. I’m sure that there’s all kinds of things that you can confirm for me, if there’s much left in that little rat brain of yours.”
“…You think…that I would betray someone…that I care about?”
“I think a rat knows where it’s loyalties lie: to itself. You’re not a hound, not a person, not anything anymore. If you want to pretend, then pretend for a little longer. That shame of yours shows us what you really are, what you’re becoming. Sooner or later, you’ll forget about this loyalty of yours when you realize that there’s nothing for you in it. The rat that works for others is soon forgotten; the rat that looks out for itself is one that will survive.”
Robin felt that resonate deep inside, and she hated it. She let her head fall to her chest as the tiefling took her hand away, closing her eyes and forcing herself to keep it from digging any deeper into her head.
No. Vitus will…he’ll come. He’ll come. I saved him for a reason…he cares…he cares.
And he was pack. She was pack, too, even if she was a rat instead of a Hellhound. It…it was…
Something.
Something was better than nothing. She would hold to –
Click. The chains came loose around her ankles, and she barely had a moment to brace herself before the same click released her wrists. She landed with a thump, stumbling forward a step before she caught her balance.
“I think it’s time for one of your breaks. Why don’t we let you mingle with some of the other prisoners? Let you see what’s waiting for you further down the line?”
“…Why not?” Robin said. “I could use the air…”
#
And air she got, in the form of air-time. Onoria flung her through a doorway over a pit, and Robin flailed her arms and legs as she soared through the air for a few brief seconds before crashing down against the dust and dirt.
“Nnngh…”
She wasn’t alone; she had seen shapes from above, but now, she could hear the thumps of footsteps and the flutter of wings. The wererat groaned as she dragged herself to a kneeling position, her eyes flicking left and right.
The pit wasn’t packed with people, but there were four others. Two imps, half her height and gray-skinned, possessed of raggedy bat-wings that were barely sufficient to keep them in the air; one werebear, taller than her by at least three feet and thick across the back and shoulders, with brown fur and red claws; and finally, one harpy that leaned against the far wall, his eyes fixed on her and his wings folded around his middle. Not a great collection of people to be kept with.
“Heh, what’s this, what’s this?” one of the imps asked, circling her clockwise while the other circled her counterclockwise. “New meat? New toy?”
“New prisoner, new shame,” the other one said.
“Looks broken.”
“No, no, it’s still breaking. You can see the mind-cracks.”
“Looks shattered and put together again.”
“Nah, nah, but almost.”
Robin slowly pushed herself to her feet, shaking her head and ignoring the pair of imps as best she could. She resisted the urge to cover herself, even as the imps darted in and poked and stroked across her chest. Her breasts would just have to be ignored as much as possible.
“Hmmph,” the werebear said, looking down at her as he stomped forward, lumbering along in that waddling but powerful ursine fashion. “What the hell are they doing, tossing someone like you out here? Some bitch that started selling herself without being allowed?”
Robin looked up at the bear. He was doing the sort of posturing that any big man in the yard would do. She didn’t like her odds, but –
“Tell you something, bitch. In here, doesn’t matter what you were out there. Here, you’re meat, and if the guards are throwing us pussy –”
He grabbed her shoulder. She was glad; if he’d gone for a waist-hug, she would have had far less options.
As soon as he grabbed her arm, she brought her hand up, claws first, and jammed them right into his armpit. Before the bear could pull back, Robin sunk her claws in deeper, hooking them in place so he couldn’t pull her free without leaving himself at risk of bleeding out, and lunged right for his throat. She got her fingers through his shaggy fur, pressing the points of her claws right over his key blood vessels, and squeezed in warning.
The imps stopped flapping and fell with a shriek to the ground, and the harpy sat up with interest at the far side of the pit. All four of the other prisoners went silent, their breath coming harsh and loud.
Robin held her threatening position. She knew better than to trust anyone in this position by immediately letting go. Even as a slow flow of blood ran past her fingers, hot and sticky, she kept them in place. The bear could afford to lose a little, and he’d heal quick enough when she pulled the claws free. Weres were good at that.
“Let me make something clear to all of you,” she said, keeping her eyes on the bear. “When I got thrown down here, it was because they wanted to give me a break from the torture. They weren’t getting anywhere with it. They want me to have time to ‘see what happens’ further down the line. And as far as I can tell, what they did was throw me in a pit with a bunch of other prisoners that have been hurt by the torture, and that are breaking.
“Now, keep in mind, I used to be a guard. Where I come from, I know how the guards work, and I know how to deal with prisoners. They would have seen me raped a hundred times a week if I wasn’t careful, if I didn’t know what I was doing. And I wasn’t a rat back then; I was a human. Weaker. Slower. Without claws or fangs.
“Now, remember that I could handle people your size as a human, and then try and think about that when you get tempted to do anything stupid again.”
She took her time pulling her claws back, making sure that he felt the withdrawal of the sharp implements from his flesh, and eventually hopped back to the dirt ground. The werebear took a step back, cupping his armpit with the opposite hand, gritting his teeth as he shook his head.
“The hell are you?” he muttered.
“A prisoner. And one waiting for her pack.”
“Dogs have packs. Rats got nothing.”
“That’s what they say; I don’t believe them. I choose otherwise.”
Choose. I choose.
So long as she could still choose, so long as she could pick what she wanted to do instead of listening to instinct, she had a chance in this prison. So long as she didn’t give in to the greatest shame of being a wererat – being someone so lost to her instincts that she did nothing but indulge them – she had a chance of saving herself. She crossed her arms as she looked around the room.
“So, who are you?” she asked. “Big guy?”
“…Kalroz,” the werebear said, shaking his head as he sat down. “Fuck…did you have to jam ‘em in so deep?”
“Well, you were going to rape me.”
“Can’t rape the willing.”
“Two guesses what you’re in for,” she said, shaking her head.
“Fuck you. Wasn’t rape, wasn’t even murder. Fucking – Nnngh.” He shook his head, pulling his bloody paw out from beneath his arm before pushing it back in. “Barely some fucking theft. Stealing a bit of livestock off some noble’s estate. Fucker caught me and now I’m stuck here.”
She supposed that wasn’t…surprising, considering the way that the Hellknights upheld the law. They were going to punish everything, and she imagined that it would probably be the sort of thing where the offense didn’t matter; the point was that you had broken the contract, so you were as fucked if you stole a copper as you were if you stole a gold. Might as well go for broke in such cases.
“So, Kalroz…And you two?”
The imps fluttered around, chuckling as they kept spinning around her naked body. She had to snap her fingers twice to get their attention.
“Us?”
“We’re Ukra.”
“And Shora.”
“Brothers.”
“Twins!”
“And mind-readers.”
She blinked, and the imps laughed.
“Not for thoughts.”
“Just for strain.”
“See what’s breaking.”
“What’s broken.”
“What’s changing.”
“What used to be the same.”
“See how the mind works.”
“And the body.”
“Oh, she’s getting hot – oh, and now cold.”
“Damn.”
The more that the imps talked, the more that she realized that they weren’t just brothers. They were a paired unit. She’d seen some of those in Absalom, when magic or some other unfortunate event bound a pair together so tightly that they started taking on each other’s traits until they looked exactly like one another. No wonder she couldn’t tell a difference between the two of them.
For that matter, no wonder they kept spinning around her. They were paired, which meant that their abilities to scan minds and bodies probably got stronger when they were working together. Spiraling around something probably allowed them a deeper scan than just looking at something from afar.
At least they can’t read my thoughts…but if I’m so damaged that they think I’m shattered already…
Maybe things were worse than she thought. She’d have to keep an eye on herself, and a close one, at that.
As the imps laughed, she nodded at the harpy at the far end of the pit. Kalroz shook his head, and the imps stopped chattering at each other. Robin arched an eyebrow.
“A number of things,” Robin said, looking over her shoulder at the hole in the wall that Onoria had thrown her through. “Fighting back against a Hellknight, defying a number of rules, defending my master –”
“Wait, what the fuck?! You’re a fucking slave?”
“…Technically, yes,” she said with a shrug.
“Bullshit. Ain’t no way that some fucking slave was able to take me down like that. You’re fucking shitting me.”
“No. I just happen to have a very strong master out there. And that master will be coming for me, eventually. I am part of his pack.”
“Rats ain’t got packs.”
“This one does.”
She shook her head, crossing her arms under her breasts. She tried very hard to remind herself that she was naked as she realized that her shame of her nudity was disappearing, very much in the way that an animal might have felt. Didn’t help that she was reminded that they were all dressed, in loincloths if nothing else, and she was the only one in the pit without something to cover her modesty.
“This one has a pack. There is a Hellhound out there, a man that has taken me in and made me part of his pack. He comes with the power to change things, to break chains and show people where they can belong. He broke the chains of his former master, and now…now he’s coming for me. Coming to get me back after I saved him.”
“Yeah? What makes you think he can?”
“Let me tell you.”
And as she settled in, preparing the story of everything that had happened in Absalom and everything that had happened since, she saw the harpy in the corner of the pit leaning in. For all that he had said nothing so far, the fact that he was so curious made her want to tell the story all the more.
She didn’t know why, but Robin felt that the more support that she could drum up for Vitus within the prison, the greater her chances for getting free. If nothing else, it would mean that they had something that they could work with during the eventual escape from Egorian. A great prison riot would go a long way towards keeping the infernal authorities of the city busy while they got away.
#
It was an hour later when Onoria came for her again. Robin had managed to tell the story to its conclusion and had just started to talk about their journey out from the port city when the tiefling opened the hole in the wall again. She heard the thump of the door and looked back at the devil-woman, shaking her head.
“Done listening, then?” Robin asked.
“Oh, done with this for now. I’m sure that you’ll be happy to keep talking to your new friends later.”
“Perhaps.”
“Come.”
The tiefling threw down a rope ladder, a knife in her other hand. Doubtlessly to cut the rope if any of the others decided to try and climb out of the pit without being invited. The wererat shrugged, getting back to her feet and making her way to it.
The climb was quick and easy, and Onoria pulled the rope back up as soon as Robin was off it. It was stowed to the side and the door shut, and just like that, her brief moment with other people was taken away from her. The tiefling grabbed her arm, smiling down at her.
“I’m sure that you know we were listening.”
“I figured.”
“Why talk freely in front of prisoners rather than in front of someone that would reward you for your honesty?”
“Because I get something from them; I get nothing from you.”
“Ah. Let’s be honest with ourselves, Robin. You shared what you shared because you like the torture.”
“That is just a lie.”
“Is it?”
The tiefling’s hand slid down, eventually reaching the wererat’s bare rump. She felt the other woman’s claws digging into her furred, fleshy cheeks, and she gritted her teeth through the grope. It made her jiggle, and she never used to jiggle back there.
“No matter how much you protest, no matter how much you scream, we both know the pleasure that you take in shame. If you ever had real love, it wasn’t enough for you; when you had something stronger, something more powerful, something that really touched you, you learned you loved that more than simple emotions of the heart. And when you turned back…when you tried to be ‘normal’…that love was denied you.”
Robin tried not to react, but she must have shown something, because the tiefling chuckled.
“I knew it. Something happened when you embraced this little shape. Once you started enjoying it, all the ‘normal’ interests started to fade. Your shame of your wererat form is for all the pleasure, all the abandoned thoughts, all the desire you have to just slip into it and fall further, further, and further into that bestial shape. If you don’t have to think about how wrong it is, it’s so much easier…
“But you can’t help but think about it. You can’t help but think that it’s wrong. So you need someone to push you. You need someone to take a firm hand…and use you…the way that you want to be used…”
The wererat’s cheeks burned as she felt the clawed fingers running between her cheeks, almost pushing into her pucker for a second before running further down. Her sex was already wet again, and it wasn’t helping as the tiefling all but fingered her as they walked along.
“Your body is confirming everything that I’m saying. Whatever principles you have, they’re secondary to the shame that you carry. All the things that you got wrong…all the things that you ‘shouldn’t’ do…Now that you’ve had a taste of what happens when you do it, all you can do is fear getting it wrong again…what the consequences would be…and what would happen if you didn’t have someone to catch you.
“Maybe your loyalty to your master is something that you think will save you, but he’s not here, is he? What will happen if you fall without him around?”
Robin didn’t know, and until that moment, she hadn’t thought about it. Now…
Now, she didn’t have a choice. As her pussy was teased as they walked back to her cell, she had to imagine herself in that situation, falling deeper and deeper into the wererat instincts until there was almost nothing left. What would happen as she started to enjoy it? What would she do as she started to lose control of herself? And what would happen without Vitus around to pull her back, to take her leash and show her where she was supposed to go and what she was supposed to do?
“That’s the thing with going bestial like this, prisoner,” Onoria said, patting her thigh as she pulled her hand back. “It can go further…or it can be made better. And we can figure out a way to do either one of those…depending on your behavior.”
“…”
“And if you want to fall…all you need to do is get the right person to hold the leash. And we might just have something for you there…if you give us everything that we want.”
“…I can hold out.”
“Oh, can you? Well, we’ll see.” The tiefling smiled. “The little story of Absalom was certainly interesting, and it will give our seers plenty to work with, scrying for all the extra details of that time. But we both know that there’s more to the story that you didn’t tell your little audience. The gritty details that show all sides of things…those were rather conspicuously missing. Everyone has a weakness, everyone has a flaw, and I’m sure that this Vitus of yours is no different.
“But if you think that you can withhold that information long enough for him to mount a rescue, by all means, try. We can break you down to a good little wererat soon enough…but without a leash, I doubt you’ll come back…”
For the first time in her captivity, Robin felt fear. It wasn’t yet overwhelming, but she felt it…and that was bad enough.
Vitus…hurry…
#
Unfortunately, Vitus was doing anything but hurrying. With the injuries that he had sustained from the celestial scroll, it had taken him forty-eight hours to be able to use his hands again, and during that time, he was all but useless. Shereeza had come to him regularly for use, and he had been hard-pressed to think clearly with a needy bitch feeding the Hellhound side of him all kinds of horny scents to keep him in bed.
It took a visit from Katya to snap him out of it, and even she had to use her magic to force his hands to the sides of the bed and Shereeza from it. The pair of them snarled as they were separated, but the old woman’s power was absolute.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked.
“…Something stupid,” Vitus managed to mutter as the heat cleared from his head. “How long –”
“Almost two days.”
“…”
“Yes. You’ve been lost to your instincts for almost two days. And how does that make you feel?”
Bad enough that he didn’t have the words to answer. The Hellhound dragged himself out of bed, knotted cock still begging for attention, but for once he had the willpower to tell it no. He stumbled away from the mattress, leaning on the wall until he got his balance on his paws again, and he waved his hand. A little spell, but one that worked quite well now that he had been…
He blinked as the illusion took form far too easily. The fur faded and his human flesh was restored, leaving him looking…normal. Or at least, as normal as he ever had, with slightly shaggier hair and a thicker set of muscles in some places. He shook his head as he looked at a far longer penis sticking out from between his legs than he’d ever had, too.
“Why…why is my magic more powerful?” he asked.
“Partially training…and partially the fact that you have been indulging your Hellhound side. The more that you give in to it, the more power that Melchiresa is willing to give you. Just as Shereeza will soon find, I imagine,” Katya said, glancing down at the other dog. “That is not something that I look forward to, I confess.”
“I imagine…”
Vitus shook his head. Two days of rutting away, of being serviced by his hound bitch, and now…
“Do we have any leads?”
“We have a possible invitation to the inner city, but as for leads…that is something you will have to help us find. Shereeza is…rather useless without you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Be better.”
“I will be.” He nodded. “I will be.”
The End
Summary: Robin’s time in prison is taking a different direction than some might have expected, but still rather…intense.