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I will admit, some ideas were shamelessly ripped off, but I tried to keep it as original as possible. I do hope you guys enjoy and feel free to comment on it. I am very open-minded to constructive criticism, as long as you actually word out what is the problem. Posts like 'great' or 'write it better' will be ignored.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "So, inspired by [iconname]KhellSennet[/iconname], I created this.  I will admit, some ideas were shamelessly ripped off, but I tried to keep it as original as possible.  I do hope you guys enjoy and feel free to comment on it.  I am very open-minded to constructive criticism, as long as you actually word out what is the problem.  Posts like 'great' or 'write it better' will be ignored.", "writing": "Chapter One: Induction.\n\nJames woke up in a small cell, alone, naked, and frightened. One minute, the young, twelve-year-old wolf pup was sleeping soundly in the comfort of his den, the next, he was in some cell, anally raped, declawed, his teeth unsharpened and his body broken. He cowered in the corner, growling fiercely at anyone who got to close to him, his spirit, as well as his instincts, still intact.\n\nHe overheard voices. “He is useless at this stage. Too aggressive.”\n\n“He is a wolf. Surely the contractor anticipated this?”\n\n“Indeed she did, which is why he will be sent to someone for his slave training.”\n\n“Heh, you wanna take bets on whether or not he survives it?”\n\n“Nah, not the gambling type. Although, I can’t help but wonder, why did she choose this wolf as a sex slave?”\n\n“It ain’t our business. We just do what we’re told.”\n\nJames may have been young, but he was far from stupid. Someone wanted him as a sex slave, female by the sound of it. But indeed, why? He was twelve and not very well endowed. He could only guess it was either a deep-seated grudge between her and his family, or it was something else entirely. Either way was not good news for him.\n\nHe may have been blindfolded during the trip, but his heightened sense of smell help him pin down what was happening. He remembered the smell of exhaust and the constant twists and turns, meaning he had been transported, possibly by car. He then later on felt a sense of vertigo and his ears popping, which would mean an altitude change, which meant he was now on a plane, even though he saw no indication of it after they removed the blindfold.\n\n \n\nSuddenly, the gate open and Jason felt a strange prick on his neck, interrupting his thoughts. He stood up and growled, ready to fight, at least until the drug kicked in, knocking him out cold.\n\nA large, female tiger waited behind her front door for her delivery. She trusted her current students to behave themselves while they were unsupervised.\n\nAs she waited, the beadle of her cell phone grabbed her attention. She checked the caller ID before answering. “Yes, Anastasia?”\n\n“Beatrice. Your new student’s plane just landed and he is now being delivered. I should warn you, he is a wolf, and will be far more stubborn than you may be used to, as well as cunning. Don’t take him lightly.”\n\n“I’d be a fool if I did.”\n\n“Indeed.” A click was heard on the other end, followed by nothing.\n\nBeatrice hung up, grateful she wouldn’t wait long. Only thirty minutes later, the door knocked and she immediately opened it.\n\nTwo large men were carrying a bag, most likely with her new student. “He’s out cold. Be careful with him when he wakes up, though. He’s been declawed and his teeth unsharpened, but he can still hurt someone if given the opportunity.”\n\n“Of course.”\n\nThey handed her the bag and she carried it with ease, taking it inside her house.\n\nShe walked into the lobby, where her four other slaves were relaxing with what little time they had left. As soon as she walked in, they stood up, at attention, just as they were trained.\n\nShe smiled at them. “Is the induction room prepared?”\n\nThey nodded in unison. Beatrice nodded and left the room. “You may join me, if you wish. I may need help when he wakes up.” All of them followed her as though she ordered it.\n\nJames stirred as he started coming to, his mind still buzzed from the drug. “Motherfuckers….”\n\nA female voice echoed into his ears. “Ah, you’re awake. About time. I was beginning to worry if they overdosed you on whatever they used.”\n\nIt didn’t take long for his brain to process everything. “If you think you can use me as a toy for your perverted fantasies, you got another thing coming.”\n\nShe laughed. “My client said you would be stubborn.”\n\nJames’ curiosity was raised, but it didn’t lower his spirit. “You wait until mom and dad and the rest of my family find me. They won’t stop hunting until they feed on your rotting corpse!”\n\n“Ooh, feisty and confident.”\n\nJames finally managed to get himself together, looking around. He was in a very small room with little lighting, with no obvious entrances or exits.\n\n“I think it’s time you came to terms with what has happened.”\n\n“It doesn’t matter, you’ll be dead any moment, and I’ll be back in my family’s arms.”\n\n“You are a slave now. You have no family.”\n\n“Fuck you!” He pounded aggressively at the walls, determined to fight to the bitter end. \n\nBeatrice sighed. “Not gonna back down anytime soon……I guess I’ll just have to leave him there for a while until he finally gets it.”\n\nOne of her slaves, a brown, female Chinchilla, spoke up. “Mistress?”\n\n“Yes, Rebecca?”\n\n“How long do you think it will take? He could be strong willed until he starves to death.”\n\n“Which is why we won’t let that happen. I’ll go prepare some food for him.”\n\nOver a day had passed since James woke up in the room, at least as far as he could tell without a clock. He had been bidding his time, formulating a plan. He would wait until his next meal was delivered.\n\nHe stood beside the wall that apparently opened up. The second it opened, James used all his strength to pry it completely ajar, punching whoever was delivering his meal in the face hard. The server, a male equine, fell to the ground, holding his broken nose.\n\nA large female tiger was not far. She reached out for him, her posture aggressive. James quickly evaded and put all his strength into her legs, knocking her to the floor as he ran.\n\nThe pup went through the house to find the exit. Anytime someone got in his way, he swung his fists at them with the precision his father taught him, knocking them away.\n\nFinally, he found the front door. He ran, begging for the sweet taste of freedom, knowing he had a long journey to find his home again, He turned the knob. “Locked!”\n\n“Of course it is.” He felt himself being grabbed by the scruff of his neck. “You think I’m stupid?”\n\nHe flailed wildly, determined to bring down his captor. The large tiger laughed as she easily picked him up, holding him in the air. “Quite the troublemaker, aren’t you?”\n\n“FUCK YOU, YOU FELINE BITCH!”\n\n“Oh, is that how you treat your mistress, I guess I have to teach you manners.” She carried him away back into the induction room. She threw him to the floor on his front with ease. “Harold? Fetch me the Punisher.”\n\nJames attempted to get up, ready to retaliate, but the tiger had planted her foot on his back. She was much stronger than he is, keeping him pinned to the ground.\n\nHe looked back to see the equine he knocked out handing her a strange whip with nine ends. He also finally noticed in his rage that she was nude, her large breasts bouncing with her movements. She twirled around the whip before lashing at his body multiple times.\n\nJames howled in pain at each lashing, his back and rump stinging before it finally stopped. But after it all, he only laughed. “Is that the best you could do?”\n\nShe continued lashing at the remark, harder this time, but compared to the disciplinary actions his parents had committed to him over the twelve years of his life, it was nothing to him, just a sting.\n\nBeatrice was shocked. She had been beating the wolf until his body began drawing blood and yet his spirit still remained. Of all the slaves she had received, he was by far the most resilient. She finally kicked him to the other side of the room before walking out, slamming the door on his pain-induced laughter.\n\nShe had dealt with many tough cases, though, so she would break him as well. Being family-oriented had its weaknesses as well as strengths. She needed to make a call to her client.\n\nAnastasia would not be thrilled about revealing James’ origins. But if Beatrice didn’t have something to throw against him, he would never be an acceptable slave. Finally, Anastasia agreed to come over and bring the pup to terms with his current status.\n\nWhat seemed to be hours had gone by since his escape attempt. James may not have gotten free, but he proved to them he was a tough nut to crack.\n\nFinally though, he heard that familiar voice.\n\n“Well, I will grant you, your perseverance is remarkable, as is your determination.”\n\n“Small victories are important, no matter how small.” \n\n“But I am afraid it is all a moot point.” The door opened and the female tiger was standing in front of it. “I suggest you come with me. I think you should meet someone.”\n\nJames looked at her scornfully, but followed. Almost as soon as he was out the door he was thrown to the ground and cuffs were put on his wrists and ankles. He flailed, growling angrily, but the tigress had massive strength over him still. She picked him up and threw him into a private room before closing the door.\n\nJames looked around, but the room was pitch-black, save a single light. A lone female human sat in a chair next to it, looking at James.\n\n“I’m sure you are very upset and confused as to why you are here and what has happened in the past 24 hours.”\n\nJames started to speak, but the human quickly spoke. “I will answer every question I can, but you will let me speak and remain silent.”\n\nThe pup growled, but remained quiet.\n\nShe sighed as she rubbed her temples. “I’m afraid to inform you that your entire family was slaughtered the previous night by a group of anti-anthro religious cult. By shear luck, you were the only survivor. I found you unconscious in the smoldering wreckage that was your den.”\n\nJames mouth opened, shaking his head. “You lie.”\n\nShe shook her head. “Any other day, I would’ve killed you on the spot. But as I looked at the situation you were in, and I can honestly say from the bottom of my heart, despite the fact that you are a heathen spawn of Satan, I pitied you.”\n\nJames stared angrily at her, wishing he could bite her neck off. “So, you show you pity me by de-clawing me, dulling my teeth, raping me, and then throw me into a sex slave school? That’s your idea of showing pity!?”\n\nShe shook her head. “You are an anthro, James. Your kind are to either be enslaved, or executed. Now I suggest you choose your path quickly, because the rest of the world will not wait.” She tapped on the table loudly and the tiger stepped back in, grabbing James and throwing him back into the room he was in before.\n\nBeatrice looked at Anastasia as she walked from the door. “I hope that works.”\n\nThe human smiled. “Wolves are family oriented. Leave him there to weep until he finally accepts his fate. I trust you to keep me updated regularly on him.”\n\n“Indeed I will. But unfortunately, being family oriented may just be his bane as well.”\n\n“How do you mean?”\n\n“It runs deeper than simple love. They lived a long time needing family to survive. As a result, the need for companionship became a deep seated instinct. And because he is so young, the sudden loss of his family could drive him suicidal, or eternally depressed.”\n\n“Neither outcome is favorable if he is to be a proper slave.”\n\n“Which is why you need to put yourself in his life and incorporate that bond between you two.”\n\nAnastasia stared at Beatrice coldly, as though what she suggested was heresy, which, as far as her species religion was concerned, it was. But Beatrice shook her head. “Without a figure of authority and compassion, he will fail as a slave. He needs that family bond to survive.”\n\nShe sighed, looking down. “Fine. I will visit often and come to terms with him.” She turned to walk away, but then turned back. “I hope you don’t plan on using any of this information to your advantage, otherwise I’ll have to get you killed, and maybe I’ll take your slaves for myself.”\n\n“Believe me, I’ve been in the business long enough to know to keep my mouth shut.”\n\nJames woke up in a puddle of tears, knowing full well it was his own. He whimpered, howling softly in mourning at his hopeless situation. He had no idea how much time had passed, nor did he care. He was utterly alone and had nothing.\n\nAgain, that familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. “So, are you ready to begin your training?”\n\nJames thought about his situation. He had nothing. He was in a new country, where slavery was obviously still legal, and even if it was, whether he liked it or not, he owed someone his life, and he was alone. Either he would be captured and enslaved by another, or he would die.\n\nBut on the other hand…..\n\nJames took a deep breath and got on all four of his limbs in submission. “I accept.”\n\nThe tiger opened the wall into the room, still naked. “Then I welcome you to your sex slave education.”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Chapter One: Induction.

James woke up in a small cell, alone, naked, and frightened.  One minute, the young, twelve-year-old wolf pup was sleeping soundly in the comfort of his den, the next, he was in some cell, anally raped, declawed, his teeth unsharpened and his body broken.  He cowered in the corner, growling fiercely at anyone who got to close to him, his spirit, as well as his instincts, still intact.

He overheard voices.  “He is useless at this stage.  Too aggressive.”

“He is a wolf.  Surely the contractor anticipated this?”

“Indeed she did, which is why he will be sent to someone for his slave training.”

“Heh, you wanna take bets on whether or not he survives it?”

“Nah, not the gambling type.  Although, I can’t help but wonder, why did she choose this wolf as a sex slave?”

“It ain’t our business.  We just do what we’re told.”

James may have been young, but he was far from stupid.  Someone wanted him as a sex slave, female by the sound of it.  But indeed, why?  He was twelve and not very well endowed.  He could only guess it was either a deep-seated grudge between her and his family, or it was something else entirely.  Either way was not good news for him.

He may have been blindfolded during the trip, but his heightened sense of smell help him pin down what was happening.  He remembered the smell of exhaust and the constant twists and turns, meaning he had been transported, possibly by car.  He then later on felt a sense of vertigo and his ears popping, which would mean an altitude change, which meant he was now on a plane, even though he saw no indication of it after they removed the blindfold.

 

Suddenly, the gate open and Jason felt a strange prick on his neck, interrupting his thoughts.  He stood up and growled, ready to fight, at least until the drug kicked in, knocking him out cold.

A large, female tiger waited behind her front door for her delivery.  She trusted her current students to behave themselves while they were unsupervised.

As she waited, the beadle of her cell phone grabbed her attention.  She checked the caller ID before answering.  “Yes, Anastasia?”

“Beatrice.  Your new student’s plane just landed and he is now being delivered.  I should warn you, he is a wolf, and will be far more stubborn than you may be used to, as well as cunning.  Don’t take him lightly.”

“I’d be a fool if I did.”

“Indeed.”  A click was heard on the other end, followed by nothing.

Beatrice hung up, grateful she wouldn’t wait long.  Only thirty minutes later, the door knocked and she immediately opened it.

Two large men were carrying a bag, most likely with her new student.  “He’s out cold.  Be careful with him when he wakes up, though.  He’s been declawed and his teeth unsharpened, but he can still hurt someone if given the opportunity.”

“Of course.”

They handed her the bag and she carried it with ease, taking it inside her house.

She walked into the lobby, where her four other slaves were relaxing with what little time they had left.  As soon as she walked in, they stood up, at attention, just as they were trained.

She smiled at them.  “Is the induction room prepared?”

They nodded in unison.  Beatrice nodded and left the room.  “You may join me, if you wish.  I may need help when he wakes up.”  All of them followed her as though she ordered it.

James stirred as he started coming to, his mind still buzzed from the drug.  “Motherfuckers….”

A female voice echoed into his ears.  “Ah, you’re awake.  About time.  I was beginning to worry if they overdosed you on whatever they used.”

It didn’t take long for his brain to process everything.  “If you think you can use me as a toy for your perverted fantasies, you got another thing coming.”

She laughed.  “My client said you would be stubborn.”

James’ curiosity was raised, but it didn’t lower his spirit.  “You wait until mom and dad and the rest of my family find me.  They won’t stop hunting until they feed on your rotting corpse!”

“Ooh, feisty and confident.”

James finally managed to get himself together, looking around.  He was in a very small room with little lighting, with no obvious entrances or exits.

“I think it’s time you came to terms with what has happened.”

“It doesn’t matter, you’ll be dead any moment, and I’ll be back in my family’s arms.”

“You are a slave now.  You have no family.”

“Fuck you!”  He pounded aggressively at the walls, determined to fight to the bitter end.

Beatrice sighed.  “Not gonna back down anytime soon……I guess I’ll just have to leave him there for a while until he finally gets it.”

One of her slaves, a brown, female Chinchilla, spoke up.  “Mistress?”

“Yes, Rebecca?”

“How long do you think it will take?  He could be strong willed until he starves to death.”

“Which is why we won’t let that happen.  I’ll go prepare some food for him.”

Over a day had passed since James woke up in the room, at least as far as he could tell without a clock.  He had been bidding his time, formulating a plan.  He would wait until his next meal was delivered.

He stood beside the wall that apparently opened up.  The second it opened, James used all his strength to pry it completely ajar, punching whoever was delivering his meal in the face hard.  The server, a male equine, fell to the ground, holding his broken nose.

A large female tiger was not far.  She reached out for him, her posture aggressive.  James quickly evaded and put all his strength into her legs, knocking her to the floor as he ran.

The pup went through the house to find the exit.  Anytime someone got in his way, he swung his fists at them with the precision his father taught him, knocking them away.

Finally, he found the front door.  He ran, begging for the sweet taste of freedom, knowing he had a long journey to find his home again, He turned the knob.  “Locked!”

“Of course it is.”  He felt himself being grabbed by the scruff of his neck.  “You think I’m stupid?”

He flailed wildly, determined to bring down his captor.  The large tiger laughed as she easily picked him up, holding him in the air.  “Quite the troublemaker, aren’t you?”

“FUCK YOU, YOU FELINE BITCH!”

“Oh, is that how you treat your mistress, I guess I have to teach you manners.”  She carried him away back into the induction room.  She threw him to the floor on his front with ease.  “Harold?  Fetch me the Punisher.”

James attempted to get up, ready to retaliate, but the tiger had planted her foot on his back.  She was much stronger than he is, keeping him pinned to the ground.

He looked back to see the equine he knocked out handing her a strange whip with nine ends.  He also finally noticed in his rage that she was nude, her large breasts bouncing with her movements.  She twirled around the whip before lashing at his body multiple times.

James howled in pain at each lashing, his back and rump stinging before it finally stopped.  But after it all, he only laughed.  “Is that the best you could do?”

She continued lashing at the remark, harder this time, but compared to the disciplinary actions his parents had committed to him over the twelve years of his life, it was nothing to him, just a sting.

Beatrice was shocked.  She had been beating the wolf until his body began drawing blood and yet his spirit still remained.  Of all the slaves she had received, he was by far the most resilient.  She finally kicked him to the other side of the room before walking out, slamming the door on his pain-induced laughter.

She had dealt with many tough cases, though, so she would break him as well.  Being family-oriented had its weaknesses as well as strengths.  She needed to make a call to her client.

Anastasia would not be thrilled about revealing James’ origins.  But if Beatrice didn’t have something to throw against him, he would never be an acceptable slave.  Finally, Anastasia agreed to come over and bring the pup to terms with his current status.

What seemed to be hours had gone by since his escape attempt.  James may not have gotten free, but he proved to them he was a tough nut to crack.

Finally though, he heard that familiar voice.

“Well, I will grant you, your perseverance is remarkable, as is your determination.”

“Small victories are important, no matter how small.”

“But I am afraid it is all a moot point.”  The door opened and the female tiger was standing in front of it.  “I suggest you come with me.  I think you should meet someone.”

James looked at her scornfully, but followed.  Almost as soon as he was out the door he was thrown to the ground and cuffs were put on his wrists and ankles.  He flailed, growling angrily, but the tigress had massive strength over him still.  She picked him up and threw him into a private room before closing the door.

James looked around, but the room was pitch-black, save a single light.  A lone female human sat in a chair next to it, looking at James.

“I’m sure you are very upset and confused as to why you are here and what has happened in the past 24 hours.”

James started to speak, but the human quickly spoke.  “I will answer every question I can, but you will let me speak and remain silent.”

The pup growled, but remained quiet.

She sighed as she rubbed her temples.  “I’m afraid to inform you that your entire family was slaughtered the previous night by a group of anti-anthro religious cult.  By shear luck, you were the only survivor.  I found you unconscious in the smoldering wreckage that was your den.”

James mouth opened, shaking his head.  “You lie.”

She shook her head.  “Any other day, I would’ve killed you on the spot.  But as I looked at the situation you were in, and I can honestly say from the bottom of my heart, despite the fact that you are a heathen spawn of Satan, I pitied you.”

James stared angrily at her, wishing he could bite her neck off.  “So, you show you pity me by de-clawing me, dulling my teeth, raping me, and then throw me into a sex slave school?  That’s your idea of showing pity!?”

She shook her head.  “You are an anthro, James.  Your kind are to either be enslaved, or executed.  Now I suggest you choose your path quickly, because the rest of the world will not wait.”  She tapped on the table loudly and the tiger stepped back in, grabbing James and throwing him back into the room he was in before.

Beatrice looked at Anastasia as she walked from the door.  “I hope that works.”

The human smiled.  “Wolves are family oriented.  Leave him there to weep until he finally accepts his fate.  I trust you to keep me updated regularly on him.”

“Indeed I will.  But unfortunately, being family oriented may just be his bane as well.”

“How do you mean?”

“It runs deeper than simple love.  They lived a long time needing family to survive.  As a result, the need for companionship became a deep seated instinct.  And because he is so young, the sudden loss of his family could drive him suicidal, or eternally depressed.”

“Neither outcome is favorable if he is to be a proper slave.”

“Which is why you need to put yourself in his life and incorporate that bond between you two.”

Anastasia stared at Beatrice coldly, as though what she suggested was heresy, which, as far as her species religion was concerned, it was.  But Beatrice shook her head.  “Without a figure of authority and compassion, he will fail as a slave.  He needs that family bond to survive.”

She sighed, looking down.  “Fine.  I will visit often and come to terms with him.”  She turned to walk away, but then turned back.  “I hope you don’t plan on using any of this information to your advantage, otherwise I’ll have to get you killed, and maybe I’ll take your slaves for myself.”

“Believe me, I’ve been in the business long enough to know to keep my mouth shut.”

James woke up in a puddle of tears, knowing full well it was his own.  He whimpered, howling softly in mourning at his hopeless situation.  He had no idea how much time had passed, nor did he care.  He was utterly alone and had nothing.

Again, that familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.  “So, are you ready to begin your training?”

James thought about his situation.  He had nothing.  He was in a new country, where slavery was obviously still legal, and even if it was, whether he liked it or not, he owed someone his life, and he was alone.  Either he would be captured and enslaved by another, or he would die.

But on the other hand…..

James took a deep breath and got on all four of his limbs in submission.  “I accept.”

The tiger opened the wall into the room, still naked.  “Then I welcome you to your sex slave education.”

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