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Smoke rolled from Fina's mouth as she hissed at all the potential buyers. The charmander was all trussed up and bound to a pair of wooden beams shaped like a giant X. Her limbs were stretched out and chained, allowing everyone to see her nudity. It had been weeks since she'd been taken off the train. She'd laid her egg... her precious first, and then been given time to recover. That time had been spent flipping between inconsolable grief and blinding rage. Anger at the people that had sold her. At the ones claiming to own her. Even at the other slaves who tended her. Those weak, sniveling creatures disgusted her, but not nearly as much as these... things staring at her.

During the train ride over here, Ten had told her of some things that she could expect to happen to her. He'd told her that once she got to market that she would be put on display before an auction. She could expect to stay there for a couple hours as prospective buyers made their rounds and inspected each person on display.

He had told her that there were three paths to go along when it came to the display. There were those who just sat there idly as they were inspected, manhandled really, and go where ever they may. She pitied these, since most had dead eyes that simply stared into the distance no matter what was done to them. Then there were the ones that sought to impress potential owners. Doing all they could to worm their way into some higher ranking household or a softer job. From the corner of her eye, she could see a slender vulpix male doing a bit of convincing. The buyer, a dragonite, stood right against the little male, who was discreetly giving the bigger male oral sex. Just a slight grunt from the big male signaled his finish and he stepped back, fastening his pants before waddling off to discuss matters with the auctioneer.

Then, there were the ones like her. Ones who were bound and restrained to keep from slashing at the buyers. Which only seemed to serve as an invitation for all kinds of letches to fondle her body. A few of them were warned off by the glares she'd been giving them. She'd honed her skill at giving the evil eye over her short stay at the hatchery. What buyers weren't driven off by her glare took one look at the claw marks on the bar her hands were tied to, or the snarl fixed on her muzzle, and decided to give her a wider birth.

A deep grunt made her swing her head around to look at the latest pervert looking her over. It was a big, fat emboar waddled towards her. Every step her took drew a noise from the male as he shifted that massive bulk. A bulk that was barely contained by the outfit he was wearing. She narrowed her eyes and fixed him with her best glare, adding in a snarling growl as he got closer. Fina drew against the bonds and sucked in air to growl again when it hit her. The guy reeked! To make matters worse, it smelled like he bathed himself in perfumes to mask his own aroma. She shook her head and began snorting, trying to clear her nose of that stench. It only got worse the closer he got. By the time he was right up on her, Fina's eyes were watering. The guy stood right in front of her, chomping on a pastry as he looked over her body.

His hand, sticky from the pastry, grabbed her chin and twisted her head to look at him. Fina did her best to fix him with a glare and a hiss as he leaned in. "Looks like you're ready to rip my throat out." She snarled through the muzzle, blowing smoke right into his face. He held her gaze for a second before looking at something over her head and grunting. "Hey, write this down!" Fina glanced down to see a uniformed patrat scurry forward with a slate.

"What's the numbers, Sir?"

Without looking, the emboar grabbed the smaller pokemon by the scruff and hauled him up, making the patrat yelp and nearly drop his slate. Hanging there with teary eyes, the male scribbled down something off the board hanging over Fina's head. The boar barely gave the male time to write it down before dropping him to the ground. The charmander kept glaring as he popped the last of his pastry into his mouth and chomped on it, crumbs raining out of his mouth. After licking his fingers clean, the emboar casually reached his hand down and grabbed her crotch. Fina snarled and jerked at her bonds as he roughly pawed her body, thrashing in the bonds at his rough touch. Leaning in, he ran his thick tongue along her cheek. "Oh yeah, so much fun." Swiveling his bulk around, he gave the patrat a kick. "Get up." The smaller male scurried to his feet, holding that slate against his chest as he hurried after the waddling male.

Fina's body trembled with rage as the male waddled off. She felt absolutely disgusting right now! Her skin crawled from his touch. It made her want to dunk herself in boiling water and scrub herself raw. The charmander was so very conflicted at the moment. While she didn't ever want to see that loathsome pervert again, she did have the overwhelming urge to sink her claws into his tender bits and just pull as hard as she could. Shuttering her eyes, the female hissed as she reveled in that fantasy of hers. A slight noise, not quite a purr and not fully a growl, grated along her throat as she let her mind wonder through those fantasies. And the more she thought about it, the more she leaned towards wishing that she could rend and tear that male. Make him pay for everything that had happened to her. Oh yes, and he would just be the first.

She barely paid any attention to the other buyers, just giving ones that drew too close to her a rather murderous glare. Something must have changed in her expression, because few even looked at her when she fixed them with a glare. Many even went out of their ways to avoid her now.

Except for one.

Just before the sale started, a massive arbok was sliding down the line and stopped to look at her. Fina shot him a glare, but the male only looked at her with eyes that were barely open. A thick, purple tongue flicked out at her as the male let out a thoughtful hum. She curled her lip and growled, letting smoke roll from her nostrils and lips. Even then, the male just watched her with an unnerving, neutral expression. He observed her for a moment longer. "Interesting." Turning his great body, the male headed off into the crowd. Confused, Fina watched as the other buyers and workers stopped, each giving this male space as he moved through them.

She didn't have long to dwell on the stranger, not with the auction starting. Even her anger faded as she was hauled up onto the stage and put on display. Embarrassment vied with fury as the auctioneer quickly listed off her best qualities, which would have been flattering under other circumstances. Cheeks flushed hot as the farfetch'd auctioneer smacked her thighs with his leek and even used it to draw attention to her vent. The shame faded and anger flared as the emboar's nasally voice rose above the crowd's chatter to call out a price. He wasn't the only one that wanted her though. Other voices called out with competing bids, each one echoing out from the shadows. As the price soared, a tendril of fear began to worm its way into her mind, eating away at her fury. She already had a decent measure of what that pig would be like, but what would the others do to her? Fina clenched her eyes shut and trembled as the bidding reached a peak.

The leek smacked against her ass, "SOLD!"

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It took far longer than she would have imagined it should have for her to be taken to the emboar's home. Seems he had over extended himself during the bidding and had to scrounge up the rest of the money for her. It was the next morning before she was hauled out of the auction house and into a waiting cart. She hissed at the guards set to watch and wedged herself into a corner of the cart. With hands bound, feet hobbled, and a muzzle firmly secured over her face, there wasn't much that the charmander could do. So she wiggled tightly into that corner and looked out of the ripped canvas that covered the cart.

She hadn't seem much of the city that she was brought to. Still didn't know the name of the damned place, since everyone just referred to it as The City. Who knows, maybe that was the name. Would be a stupid name for the place though. Craning her head a bit, she looked up the sky and crinkled her nose in disgust. The whole thing was built underground in a series of vast caverns. Everything was either lit by bundles of glowing fungus, or the occasional massive crystal that was set into the ceiling, letting in the barest amounts of sunlight. She didn't like the thought of having an immeasurable amount of rock hanging over her head, just waiting to come crashing down.

On the plus side, the whole area was much cooler than it could get on the surface.

The strangeness of the place was more than enough to absorb her attention and distract her from what was waiting for her. So many different species from all different walks of life. So many bright flashes of color in the dress, the shine of jewelry. And the smells coming from food stalls along the road. Each one brought a grumble from her stomach. She hadn't eaten since the day before, having been told that she wasn't their responsibility unless she wasn't paid for in full. Fina stared longingly out at one of the carts as they stopped for a moment. Leaning towards the gauzy window, she took a deep breath of the wonderful scents wafting through the air. She regretted it almost immediately as her stomach clenched up and let out a deep growl. Laughter rippled through the guards, making her blush and lean back away from the window as they started off again.

It was only a short while later that they pulled up in front of a home. Like many other buildings that she'd seen, it was nearly impossible to tell just how large it was. Only part of the house stuck out of the rock face, the rest tucked away into the rock. A couple windows and balconies stuck out here and there, but she wasn't sure if they all belonged to the same house or not. She only got a second to look at it before the cart rolled through an open gate and down a little alley that lay between the house and its neighbor. Fina hissed at the building as they came to a stop next to a door. Her hissing turned into a growl as a guard grabbed her arm and hauled her out of the cart. She gave a half-hearted thrash, lashing out at them with her bound feet. Used to handling far bigger and more aggressive slaves, the guards easily caught and held her as they hauled her over to the door.

One of her escorts rang a bell while the others kept her from thrashing around too much. Just a second later, the patrat opened up the door and peered out at them. "Ah good, you're here." Opening the door wider, he stepped back. "This way please." He lead the way through a kitchen and down some stairs into a basement. Fina twisted around and narrowed her eyes as she was hauled through the home's food cellar The little male dashed over to a stack of crates and tugged on one. A click sounded through the basement as part of the wall swung away. Beyond the false wall was a room that was lit by a metal cage holding some glowing fungus. Every surface was covered in large ceramic tiles. Instead of a bed, there was a ledge several feet across, with a crude pad laying on top of it. "Over there."

Her escorts dropped her onto the pad hard enough to knock the breath out of her as she cracked against the hard tile under that pitiful mattress. The others left the room quickly, shutting the hidden door behind them. She began to squirm around the instant the door latched behind them, sealing her inside. Twisting and turning her body around, she managed to get her arms up in front of her. Ripping the muzzle off, Fina snarled as she bit and clawed at the rest of her bonds. It felt amazing to be free of the accursed things. As if a huge weight had suddenly been taken off of her body. Looking towards the fake wall, she let her teeth show in a snarl as she flexed her claws. Wouldn't be much longer before she was free of this place. Not now that she was unbound.

She didn't have to wait too long before the door creaked and swung open. Fina let out an enraged shriek as she leapt off the bed with claws and fangs bared. The emboar was first into the room, his bulk nearly filling the door. His eyes widened for a split second before his heavy brow furrowed. A heavy hand lashed out and caught her by the throat. The charmander's snarl turned into a choking noise as he wrapped her hands around his arm and dug her claws into his flesh. He let out a squeal and swung her around, slamming her into a wall. The blow knocked the wind from her legs, making her loose her grip as her eyes crossed. "STUPID CUNT!" he bellowed as he threw her down onto the bed. She lay there, gasping for breath as she tried to push herself upright, but her limbs felt as weak as overcooked noodles. He was over her in a second, wrapping that hand around her throat once again before shoving her into the hard surface. "Oh I'm going to teach you a good lesson on who is the boss around here, bitch."

Releasing her throat, the big male took a step back and began to strip off his clothing. Fina just managed to scramble back away, hissing at him as her hand flew to rub her bruised throat. "Fucking bastard!" she coughed, eyes watering and tail blazing with her anger.

He snorted at her as he managed to get his vest off, releasing his bulk. "Watch your mouth, girl!" Tossing his clothing back, he took a swing at her. The charmander managed to scramble out of the way, darting in just fast enough to deliver a bite to his arm. "Ah! Fucking whore!"

Ducking his next swing, she darted forward to slash at his bared torso with her claws. "Sick fucker! Can only get laid when you buy someone." He squealed in anger at her and took another swing. Fina scrambled out of the way just in time and made a dash for the door.

Right as she was about to break out, a hand grabbed onto her tail and jerked her back. Screaming at the hard grab, she fell on her face and was pulled along the ground and up into the air. As he swung her up into the air, the door slammed with a tomb-like boom, sealing her in with this pervert. Eyes watering, she lashed out blindly. Kicking, biting, clawing, spitting smoke and fire, anything she could to make the awful male release his grasp on her tail. Her only relief came when he grabbed one of her legs and pulled on it. The charmander whimpered, tears gathering in her eyes as she was held upside down.

And then it got worse.

With her dangling there, quickly wearing herself out from the wild flailing, the repellant male shoved his sticky, sweet-covered mouth against her groin and slurped at her body. It was her turn to scream as his wide tongue pushed its way into her vent. Battering her hands against his chest and belly, Fina began to spout off every curse in every dialect that she could think of. He ignored her swearing as he swept his tongue along her inner walls, slurping at her pussy with that same, revolting chomping and slurping that he'd treated the pastry to the day before. Curling up, she slapped at his jowls with an indignant scream. The male snarled and flipped her around before dropping her onto the bed. Still holding onto her tail, he jerked her back until her legs dangled off the side, rear forcibly lifted. Perfectly vulnerable for what came next.

Fina's eyes shot wide open when the male shoved his cock against her entrance. Claws scratched helplessly against the tile as he shoved himself forward. She let out a croaking scream, eyes watering as his thick meat spread her open. "Yeah! Fucking cunt, take it all!" He oinked as his fat, sweaty hips smacked against her rear after only a few inches. It would have been laughable if he hadn't been forcing himself on her. As it was, all the charmander could do was sob out as the male smacked his body against hers. "Oh yeah, bitch! Scream for me, SCREAM!" He squeezed her tail and jerked on it roughly, forcing her to bite down on her own wrist to keep from giving him what he wanted.

Snarling down at her, the rotund emboar smacked the back of her head hard enough that she saw stars. "Stubborn whore," he groaned as he leaned over her, nearly crushing her with his weight as his body slapped against hers. The emboar grunted and groaned, sweat rolling off his body as he continued to cram that chubby cock into her folds. Fina clenched her eyes shut and prayed for it to be over.

At least something was going her way.

After only a handful of thrusts, the male let out a loud squeal and shoved hard against her body. She could feel his climax roll through his body as he shoved her against the unforgiving tile. Laying there, she waited until he pulled out with a snort. "That should teach you who is the boss." She didn't say a word as he wiped himself clean with a cloth. She snapped at him when he grabbed a metal collar and reached for him, and was rewarded with a stunning slap across the muzzle. Dazed, there was little she could do as he snapped that collar on and locked it tight. The key, and the cord it hung from, went around his neck. Looking down at her, he snorted and grabbed the chain that led from the collar to the wall, giving an experimental tug before nodding. "See you fight that, whore." Not wanting to earn a broken jaw, Fina stayed silent as he wriggled into his clothes and waddled from the room.

He'd barely left before she leapt from the bed and raced for the door, hoping to get her claws into it before it shut. A rattling reminded her of the chain just an instant before it pulled tight. Fina choked at the sudden pull to her throat, but managed to keep herself from falling flat on her back. Snarling, she stretched her hand out for the door, but couldn't quite touch it. Then the bolt slammed with a bang, sealing her in the room. She glared at the door for a moment before a sticky wetness running down her leg reminded her of what had just happened. Looking around the room, she saw a wash basin and a pitcher. Hurrying over, she wet the rag there and cleaned herself up, wincing at the soreness between her legs. Once she was cleaned, she returned to the bed and lay on that piss-poor mattress.

Curling up on herself, the charmander shook with a combination of shock and anger. Ten had warned her about what it might be like once she was bought. But she hadn't listened to him, hadn't wanted to hear about it. Her denial only served to make him want to show her an even more gentle side. Oh how she longed for his touch now. The way he'd curl around her. How he'd whisper into her ear. His gentle touches and scratches. She longed to be back in the charmeleon's arms. She wanted to curl against him and bury her face into his chest and just cry until she passed out. But that wasn't happening. By now he'd be who-knows where, probably giving some new female the same treatment that he'd given her.

That opened a whole new level of pain to the female. Fina bit her lip and growled to herself as she drove down the pain. She couldn't afford to show any weakness here, just like back home in her village. A moment's weakness there would have meant that any one of a dozen males would have been trying to climb her back. She'd seen it happen to other females far too often to want it to happen to her. Unbidden, a memory of one of her friends flashed back. The proud charmeleon had resisted the males just as hard as Fina had, until she'd gotten the news about her sister "being lost to the wildness." First one male had pounced on her, and she'd fought back, but then others joined in. Fina tried to help, but there were just too many of them around there. She had vowed then and there that she'd never allow that to happen to herself. No male would be able to break her. That thought prompted her imagination to provide her with an image of the emboar coming in to find her crying. Even his phantasmal face was enough to drive back the sorrow and replace it with hot anger.

She wasn't sure how long she lay there before a click sounded from the door. Fina instantly tensed and hissed, wincing as the sound strained her hoarse throat. Bolting upright, the charmander scooted herself into a corner and wedged herself back there, baring her teeth with a feral snarl. With the icy tile to guard her back, she readied her claws. The lock opened with a boom and began to open Every inch door creaked open brought that much more tension to the female until she was virtually vibrating with it. If that pig came through the door, she was ready to rip his throat out and grab that key.

"Miss? Are you awake?"

The voice threw her off enough that she could only croak, "What do you want?" The patrat inched into the room, holding a tray with some food. Just a trencher, a heavy stew served in a hollowed loaf of bread, and a large mug of juice. Fina managed to bite back the needful whimper as the scent of that stew teased her nose.

"I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you supper." Kicking the door shut behind him, he padded in further and placed it on the cot next to her. She wanted to glare and curse at him until he left her alone, but she didn't have the energy. Instead, she pulled the tray over and shoved her fingers into the stew, scooping out a bit to gobble up. The instant the food hit her mouth, her stomach let out a savage growl. "Take it slow," the manservant reminded her, a smile breaking across his muzzle as she hurriedly licked her fingers clean and grabbed another scoop.

Fina flashed him a nasty look, but slowed down when she remembered how he was treated by the pig as well. "Shouldn't you be serving his royal swiness?"

He shook his head, "It's time for his mid-afternoon nap before he's made to go out with his father." Fina just grunted and tore off a piece of the gravy-soaked bread to chew on. "Tell me about yourself."

Fina fixed the male with a hard look, making him look away. A tremor in his lip brought one to her own, and the charmander found herself spilling everything to the patrat. She told him about her life in the desert above ground. How she had to scavenge for food and supplies. About how the village matriarch had tried to get her to bred with several males as soon as it was thought that she might be fertile. The way the males tried to sneak into her home, and about how she taught several of them lessons they'd never forget. She talked about the way her brother had gone missing, and her new suspicions that he'd been sold off. That led into her talking about her capture, and eventual breeding by Ten.

The patrat, whose name she learned was Emanuel, moved to seat himself on the bed, tucking his feet under him. After finishing her story, Fina devoted her full attention to the meal in front of her. But as she ate, she could feel his eyes on her, running over her body. Just before she was ready to snap at him, the male tilted his head and spoke. "I can get you out of here if you want."

Now that had her attention. The charmander narrowed her eyes and let out a low hiss. "Why would you want to do that?"

He offered her a sheepish smile. "Well, to be entirely truthful..." He looked towards the door, whiskers twitching for a second. After checking on the door, he leaned in and whispered; "I don't really like how he treats his servants, especially the girls. Only way he can get a girl to bed him is to force them, and I don't believe in forcing females." Fina remembered how the rodent had been treated back at the auction house and nodded to herself. Made sense. Although something about the way he phrased that sentence made her give him a look. Emanuel swallowed, "I'm not the only one that dislikes it. There are other people in the household that are absolutely disgusted by it. I'd happily tell them about you."

Fina's eyes narrowed a little as her flaming tail flicked behind her. "You'll just tell them like that, huh?"

A little smile quirked at his lips. "Well, I would ask for a little something in return, given freely of course."

Oh of course he'd want that from here. Did these males think of anything other than that? Fina shivered at the thought of having another male on top of her, thrusting away until he finished. With what she'd been through earlier, it was no surprise that she felt her gut lurch at the mere thought of sex. Still, this might very well be her only chance to get out of here. "And if it is given freely, how soon will I be out of here?"

Emanuel perked up, literally quivering at the prospect. "You will be gone and back to the auction house by noon."

Fina chewed on her lip and growled to herself. While she would have preferred to be free, she really did have to take what she could, didn't she? "Fine."

Both were trembling as he stripped off his clothes, a vest and breeches, and had her lay down on the bed. He was eager to feel her hot body under him as he had his fun, while she was simply disgusted with herself for doing this. Selling out her body to get what she wanted was something that Seka would do. "Spread yourself for me." Cheeks flamed up as Fina snarled, but did as she was asked. Fingers slid along her belly and pulled her outer lips open just a little. His eyes sparkled in the light from her tail, "So beautiful," he moaned before placing his hands on her thighs and leaning in to lick over her lips.

She tried to think about something else, but it was surprisingly hard with that fuzzy head rubbing against her thighs as the male's tongue lapped at her honey pot. Fina huffed, a lick of flame coming from her mouth, as she turned her head to the side. He was surprisingly good at this, and she couldn't help but wonder just how many of the females in the house had gotten the same offer that she did. She didn't dwell on it too long though. Not as his clever little tongue swept inside and pushed back the hood to find her clit. Toes curled as she let out stunned gasps each time his tongue squirmed against that part. He looked up between her legs, eyes shining with his smugness as he coaxed it out of hiding. Didn't take long before her pearl was swollen and showing itself to him. The patrat chittered as he closed his mouth around it and suckled, making the charmander twitch and hiss. He looked so smug with his head shoved between her legs that she wanted to slap him. She might have done just that if he hadn't been making her twitch so much.

Emanuel only kept up his oral attentions for a moment, stopping right as Fina's belly began to tense. The male scrambled up over her, panting with excitement. Fina felt his member graze over her tail as he got in place between her spread legs, but ignored it as he got over her. His hand touched her cheek and turned her head towards him, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss. She uttered a growled complaint, but returned it anyway, allowing his tongue to push into her mouth even as he plunged himself into her folds.

Compared to the males she'd been with already, the patrat wasn't that large. If she had to guess, she'd say that he was about right for his size. Which, since he was just a bit smaller than her, was actually a refreshing change of pace for the poor charmander. Pushing his furred body close to her leathery hide, the male let out a pleased whine as her hold folds engulfed his cock. Fina turned her head from the male as he began to thrust against her. He was far faster than the other male's she'd been with, hips slapping against hers quickly. Soft, lusty grunts began to fill the air as he laid his head on her chest, eyes glazing over. What surprised her though was the size of the male's ball, heavy orbs tucked away inside of a furred pouch, which slammed against her tail base with each of his rapid motions.

What astounded her was how her body began to tense once after only a few seconds. She hissed and grabbed onto the pathetic little mattress, legs squeezing his sides. Had the little sneak purposefully left her on edge like that? She let out a little hiss, and turned her head to the side as he jiggled his body just so. Try s she might to ignore the building pleasure, there was no denying that the little guy know just what to do. Made her ponder just how many times he'd given this bargain to a female.

And more importantly, how many times he'd kept it.

She hissed as he squirmed and wiggled against her, making her insides flutter delightfully around him. Clenching her jaws, the female hissed at the building pleasure. Even if he was going to help her, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her call out in joy when she peaked. And there was no avoiding the fact that she was going to. She couldn't stop herself with the preparation he'd done earlier, and the way he was gyrating against her. It was only a matter of time before she...

Fina clenched her jaws tighter as he body shuddered under the male. Her internal temperature spiked as her muscles rolled over his length. Emanuel gasped and pressed tight against her, body twitching with little grinding thrusts. His little grunts turned into soft squeaks as he peaked, trembling over her. She could feel those shockingly large balls twitching against her tailbase as he pumped his seed into her body. A shiver raced through her as some of that spunk began to leak out around him and run down her tail to drip onto the mattress.

In a few seconds, it was over and he was pulling away from her. "That was..." looking at the expression on her face, Emanuel cleared his throat and curled up tightly to clean himself with quick sweeps of his tongue. When he started towards her, she warned him off with a hiss. Nodding his understanding, the patrat hopped off the ledge. "You kept your end of the bargain, and I will keep mine." He gave her a last look over before bowing a little. Taking her tray, he left her in the room, sealing it again with the lock.

She lay there for a long moment, just staring up at the wall. It wasn't until a fresh dollop of the patrat's seed ran out of her that the charmander hauled herself off the bed and went for the basin. As she cleaned herself up, she looked at her own reflection and frowned. She didn't like what she saw. Was this hat she had become after only a few weeks? Using her body as a bargaining chip to get away from one undesirable male and towards one that might just be slightly better? What would she do if the next male was worse, and she didn't have someone offering her a way out? Would she really do anything to escape? Even...

Fina shook her head with a snarl and launched herself at the bed. Laying on her side, she just stared at the wall, trying to memorize the patterns in the grout. She had to keep her mind busy, keep it off everything that was happening to her, and what might happen to her in the future. All that mattered right now was memorizing those patterns. So she kept at it until sleep finally claimed her, wrapping her in the sweet folds of a dreamless sleep.

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The sound of the lock being thrown woke her with a start. Fina lay there, keeping her breathing slow and eyes closed as the door creaked open. A breath of dank, cellar air swirled into the room, bringing the emboar's rank scent with it. He snorted and stomped over towards her, flipping her roughly onto her back. Fina blinked up at him, as if still drowsy. With a sneer, he leaned in to kiss her. Just before he could, she struck hard, biting his lip and digging her claws into his face. He jerked back with a shocked squeal, but stopped himself from pulling too far. His hands reached around, grabbing at her face and throat. Releasing him before she could be caught, she scrambled away from those hands and hissed. Staggering back, he grabbed at his face and snarled back at her.

His hand snapped out, grabbing her throat and pinning her to a wall. "Gonna regret that, girl!" Fina choked at the tight hold he had, but still managed to release a gout of flame right into his face. He jerked back, letting her draw in a deep breath before she was slammed back into the wall. "Thought I was bad before, YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING YET!" His massive fist drew back and there was a dark glint in his eyes as he glared at her. Fina met his glare, refusing to wince away from the impending strike. She could feel his muscles tense, weight shifting as his body rolled into the coming blow.

Then nothing.

"What did I tell you, Gregori?"

Fina's eyes darted from the emboar's face to the incredibly large hand curled around his wrist. He captor's eyes went impossibly wide as he looked over his shoulder. Another male, an even larger emboar, stood behind Gregori. He was taller and bulkier than Gregori, but where most of the distinguish male's bulk came from blubber, this new male didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on his body.

A hard jerk spun Gregori around, making him drop Fina to the bed. She coughed and watched as the one male twisted Gregori's arm up and around, making him squeal in pain. "What did I tell you about slave girls? What would the General say if could see you, he'd turn your worthless hide into a new belt!"

"I bought her with my money, Andrel! What I do with that is neither your nor Father's concern!"

Andrel jerked his brother's arm up and landed a hard punch to the male's flabby side. "Your allowance you mean, which is now cut off. You knew the deal!"

Gregori wheezed and lashed out, a clumsy blow that his brother easily stepped away from. "You can't do that!"

"I can do far worse."

Andrel released the arm, letting the male straighten up. He grabbed Gregori around the throat and slammed him into a wall hard enough to crack the tile. The emboar's eyes crossed as he wheezed in pain. The older brother wasn't done yet. Pulling the sad sack from the wall, he easily threw Gregori at the door. It broke with a crash as the wrecking ball of a male bounced into the cellar, back cracking against a pillar. He lay there, bleeding and gasping for air as Andrel turned towards Fina and narrowed his eyes. She snarled at him, showing off lots of teeth as she pressed herself into a wall. "EMANUEL!" She jumped at the bellow, but didn't relax as the patrat scampered in. "Get the key from that fatass. Then take her upstairs, clean her up, and I will see about getting my money back." He looked at Fina as the patrat scrambled to obey his orders. A little smirk crossed the emboar's face. "Don't lose that spirit, girl. You'll need it." Turning, he stomped out of the room, stooping to grab Gregori by an ankle and casually dragging the male out of the cellar.