Little Red - part three
It had been just over a week since the wolf had kidnapped her, and she was relieved to be where she was now over where she had been in that cave. After the first three days, the wolf let her have a day off, knowing that by the change of her scent, she was no longer in heat, but his day off included the beginning of a long hike to the city where he lived. That wouldn't have been nearly as bad if she'd had a top, but he had ruined her shirt and bodice the first day he attacked her.
The walk took two full days, the absolute worst being when they finally made it to the city late at night, the stocky little city bright by the fires burning in the squat houses. There were wolves roaming everywhere, talking and laughing the same barking laugh as the wolf that had taken her, the wolves of all colors and sizes. The disturbing part for the woman was seeing the occasional scantily clad human following in the wolves wake, humans with as much variety as the wolves, but sometimes scarred or bruised, generally around the throat of wrists, making her look self-consciously down at her own bruised wrists from being bound. Almost all of the slaves wore some device that showed who their master was, the insignia generally painfully obvious to see, such as a collar or brand, a tattoo, sometimes even simply scarred into their flesh. The few people she saw without the device of their master made Emily shudder in distress, her imagination thinking up wildly inappropriate ways they were marked.
Bright, gleaming eyes watched the beautiful, half naked girl with hunger as she followed close behind the wolf, afraid that if she lagged behind, worse things would happen to her then what she had already endured. This seemed to please him, and he smirked as he led his exhausted slave through the streets, soon making it to the larger section of the city, where there were more slaves, and more expensive homes. Guards roamed here, as well as more slaves with their masters, the slaves more attractive and better treated, more extravagantly dressed, but still scantily clad. The wolf nodded and greeted other wolves now and then, but he didn't stop to talk to anyone, knowing that his slave was exhausted, and if he wanted anything from her, he couldn't keep her out or risk damage to his pup. Soon, he wrapped his paw firmly around her slim arm and pulled her towards a rather large home which was mostly dark save the few fires lit in an upstairs window and some downstairs windows, which would be stoked to life when the servants knew there master was home. He entered with her in tow, and began barking orders to the first pretty little human slave he came across, who scampered off to obey.
To her immense surprise, the house wasn't rough and sparse, but relaxed like any bachelor's home, with seats and a bit of art, the wooden paneled walls dark, but stunning when the servant lit the fire in the room as they passed. He led her deep into the house and up a set of stairs to the small second story. They passed a couple of closed doors before finally entering an expansive bedroom with a rather luxurious bed set in the middle of the room, the fire already starting to spread its warmth. A maid was in the connecting bathroom, quickly heating water over a second fire, that would go into the copper tub on the far side of the room once it was the right temperature, though Emily was already longing for the bath she knew would soon come.
Though she wanted to relax while she could, the wolf had other ideas, and as she examining the room, he was silently moving in behind her, pausing for a moment to admire her pale skin in the firelight before shoving her down on the bed and pinning her there under his heavy body. She gasped and grunted, immediately struggling though he easily subdued her, pinning her hands behind her back and pulling her lower half off the edge of the bed, enjoying the sight of her face down on his bed. He quickly freed her of her skirt, than looked at the maid who was trying to be inconspicuous in the bathroom, but he had things in mind for the struggling girl under her, and the maid that would be willing enough. Though he usually didn't fuck the house slaves, he had them on occasion, and kept pretty ones around for when he wanted more...interesting games. "You, slave, come here. Lay in front of her with your legs spread. This whore will learn how to use her tongue."
Surprise, confusion, and frustration touched the woman's voice as she chimed in, though the maid was already coming to the bed, looking nervous even as she slid on the bed. "No! I'm not doing that, let me go!" She didn't want to have to do things to this girl, though she didn't seem to mind too much as she lifted her short skirt and slid terribly close to her face, making her pale in distress. "Stop! I don't want t-"
Before she could continue, he shoved his hard cock to the base inside of her, making her jerk and spasm and shoving her face between the maid's legs. She sputtered and struggled, but he kept her pinned there, his paws on her back, one between her shoulder blades and the other holding her arm crossed behind her back too tight to break free. Despite her obvious displeasure, the maid moved her hips to rub her damp sex against Emily's lips, and the woman felt helpless where she was pinned between them. The wolf was encouraging the maid and Emily, watching intently, though growing increasingly annoyed when she didn't begin licking and teasing the maid. He pulled back enough to let her gasp for air and shake her black hair from her face, then grabbed a handful of that silky hair and wrenched her head back. "Start pleasuring her, or I'll take you harder than I have yet, and tomorrow I'll have my slaves play with you one at a time until you learn your lesson."
To show he meant it, he hammered inside of her tight little sex until she screamed in pain and dissolved into pathetic little whimpers, able to feel fresh sticky heat on his cock showing he'd actually done damage to her. The animal part of him was aroused and thrilled, but he restrained himself, knowing he was doing too much. He shoved her head down into the sheets again, lifting her face to shove back against the maids sex, holding her hair tight so she couldn't pull away, not that she could anyway with him shoved into his base and pinning her to the bed. "Lick her, now."
The woman whimpered pathetically from pain and distress, but obediently began licking the maid's sex, slow and trembling. The maid moaned softly and lay back, spreading her legs wide to enjoy the pleasure she was being given, and the wolf growled in approval, slowly letting go of his whore's hair when he was certain she wouldn't try anything stupid. It was satisfying to see her submit to his will, and he slowly began rutting against her as he watched her pink tongue stroked the maids wet slit. He growled as he thrust. There was nothing Emily could do but obey and hope they finished quickly, her body more sore now than it had been since he took her virginity. If she didn't loosen and learn to grow wet soon, she was going to be scarred and sore for the rest of her life, or at least until he tired of her. Not that it mattered too much with his pre soon spurting inside of her in thick strings, allowing him to slide in and out of her more easily.
She could feel him move one hand from her back to her hair, pushing it out of the way as he leaned over her, thrusting into her harder and pushing her face more firmly against the woman's slit with every thrust. "Lick her more. Push your tongue into her and play with her clit. This whore better cum, or I'll parade you around the village naked except for my seed..." He didn't need to threaten her more, and she obeyed immediately, terrified that he would hold true to his promise. With her tongue already out of the woman, she reached up and flicked the womans clit with her tongue like he had done to her before, and then nipped at it with her teeth, bringing a groan of pleasure from the maid. She curled her fingers in the sheets and pressed closer to the new slaves face, wanting to have something inside of her, and though Emily didn't particularly fancy girls, she pushed her tongue deep and moved it in and out.
Above her, the wolf snarled in pleasure and began taking her at a fast, hard pace, her slit slicked perfectly from his pre, making it easy to take her like he wanted without hurting her further. It was a dream to have this beautiful little human slave under him, likely pregnant with his pup, and eating out one of his many servant sluts. He clamped down on her neck and growled continuously as he took her hard, listening to the maids moans and hoping that one day his whore would be moaning as well. If she didn't, then he didn't mind too much. She would learn, and he would continue fucking her hard and enjoying the sight of her eating out his other slaves. Who knew, maybe he would take a male as well someday and have her take them both at once. Ah the future held wonderful possibilities, but for now, he was happy enjoying her tight sex and hammering his slowly forming knot in and out of her as the made took her tongue.
As he took her faster, Emily moved her tongue faster, desperate to finish this and go for the bath that was being drawn. It didn't seem to bother the maid, who moaned louder and hotter, tightening around the invading tongue as it writhed and moved inside of her, her fingers clenching harder and her sounds becoming more and more desperate until she soon found her release hard around the warm tongue. She came with a sharp cry of bliss, writhing and whimpering with pleasure. The wolf snarled in ecstasy and rammed into her harder, his knot popping in and out of her noisily as the maid came, until he knew that not knotting her would do more damage, and rammed himself home, clamping his jaw harder around her neck until he had punctured the skin. His tongue caught the warm blood as he locked in place and began spurting his seed deep inside of her. He could feel her squirming in pain at the fresh wound on her neck, but he snarled, making her still under him and whimper.
She felt to terribly alone at that moment, hurt and scared, likely pregnant, there seemed to be no way out of this place, where she would be used and hurt when it pleased him. Though she thought only the worst of him, after a long moment of rutting at her with his knot trapped deep, he slowly pulled back a bit and licked away the blood he had drawn, looking down at her with something near affection. "Good little whore..." He murmured, then paused and looked at the maid. "What are you waiting for slut, go finish the bath, I don't want to boil alive."
The maid yelped and scrambled off the bed, moving quickly to do as she was told and dumping the hot water in the tub. It was steaming hot, and she added a few herbs and things to make it smell nice before bowing her way out and leaving them to their own devices. When she was gone, the wolf sighed in content and gently turned his slightly slave so that she was facing him, then tucked her close to his fur covered body and carried her to the tub. She looked wary at first, but her expression melted into the first look of pleasure he had seen on her as he sat in the deep tub with her still secure on his knot and held in his arms. His grey fur darkened to almost black in the water, but he was more interested in how her pale skin flushed softly as the heat from the water seeped into her, soothing her likely weary body. "We've been too...busy to learn each others names. Not that it's necessary, since you are my whore, and I will be called master, but I might as well learn who the servants are speaking about when they say your name in their gossip."
Emily looked at him with confused and guarded wide blue eyes, not having expected the sudden hint of affection or gentleness he had now. She hesitated a long moment before finally, slowly answering. "My name is Emily..."
She looked away from him, feeling awkward and ashamed trapped over his cock as he was, but he took her chin and tilted her face so she had to look into his dark eyes. "Emily. I am Marquis. Welcome to your new home." He kissed her softly for a long moment until she returned it ever so slightly, and then pulled back to begin washing her. "You will learn to enjoy life here. Slaves in this part of the city are treated decently, though if you try to escape, you will be the guards toy. They love to chase the slaves, and the ones that catch the slave may have it for a day before giving it back, and they always catch their prey." His hands slid over her skin, and he felt her shudder at the thought, which made him nod in approval. "Fear my people, for you have every reason to. In the morning, I will get you a collar like my servants wear, and my insignia is the only thing that will protect you from the masses who will want to have you as their own. If you listen and obey, you will do fine here." And he wanted her to do well, to produce pups and be a perfect whore in his bed.
Reluctance grew in her face and in her body as he spoke, fear coiling deep in her gut, though he was only confirming the things she had already assumed. She could survive and make it, though that didn't mean she would enjoy it like he surely wanted, and she remained silent as he scrubbed her body. That didn't seem to bother him as his hands roamed, touching her breasts and hips, her curves, feeling her slender, delicate body under his rough paws.
By the time he was finished, the water was growing cool, and he pulled the stopper from the drain before standing, holding her tight with one arm while wrapping a towel around then with the other. She winced at the movement in her sex, and he hurried a bit, moving them to the bed, where he then lay with her tucked close to his chest, her damp body pressed against his, sharing his warmth. The fire had died somewhat during their play, leaving the room partly dark, and he pulled the heavy covers up around them. Her body was growing slowly relaxed around his simply out of exhaustion, her eyes soon flickering closed her soft, cute snores coming from her parted lips. Like this, she looked sweet, and he settled more comfortably in his spot buried balls deep inside of her before following her into the calm darkness of sleep.