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The slim silver shewolf shivered beneath the gaze of her sire, trying to remain still as he inspected her. The little yearling was in her first heat, and she knew what that meant - her sire would arrange a trade. She was no more than a possession, just like the generations of shewolves before her. A brute wolf showed his wealth and rank by how many shewolves and their offspring he could provide for.

As the daughter of her sire's fourth mate, she normally would not have been worth much - perhaps a freshly killed buck or elk cow, traded away to some young or low ranked brute to use as he pleased and breed until she died, most of her pups probably dying in malnutrition.

But the yearling was a true beauty - her long fur silken and straight, shining silver in the sunlight and glowing in the moonlight. Her round eyes were the emerald green of the moss on the stones near the river, compelling in their depths. More importantly, the shewolf's mother was a healer, and she had been learning the healing arts. This raised her value exponentially and more thought and negotiation would go into the decision of her fate.

The last night she spent with her mother, aunts, and sisters, she huddled close to them. Her dam nuzzled her ear gently, "Be strong, Raine. Do as you're told, and all will be well. This is how we must live our lives - I know you struggle with it. But we will still see each other, for your lessons in healing."

They curled up together, grooming each other's fur until they finally slept.

Raine went reluctantly with her sire when he came for her in the morning. He was in a good mood, and when he approached the older wolf waiting for them, he handed over his daughter without a second thought, "Enjoy, friend - the trade was good."

The massive grey brute dipped his muzzle politely before turning his dark gold gaze on Raine. She couldn't help but shrink back, but held her ground. The older brute moved closer and carefully sniffed her, starting at her muzzle and moving slowly down her neck, brushing his nose along her side and down her flank, then under her tail. Raine stiffened, willing herself to stay still, but was unable to stop herself from flagging her tail as his nose slipped beneath it.

The male stepped away and looked at her again, "You belong to me now, shewolf. I've heard you can be rather insolent at times, but I paid well for you, and we'll soon have that sorted out. You're the first mate I've brought home in some time." He licked his muzzle, then continued, "There's no point in wasting time - come, let's take you home and get you bred."

Raine felt her chest tighten in terror, but she had no choice but to fall to heel, trotting at the male's flank along a commonly traveled path until he turned off into deeper forest. He brought her to his personal clearing, where two older shewolves lounged. There were no pups in sight.

The other shewolves turned to stare at the newcomer, and Raine avoided their gaze as the male turned on her.

"You can call me the same thing they do - Master. You'll do as your told, and you'll listen to them as well. Fight among yourselves if you please, but don't mark each other up - it displeases me." His expression tightened, "You don't want to displease me. You'll find I can treat a bitch well, but if you need to be punished..." his tone was cold, and silence filled the clearing, then he moved closer.

"Nevermind that for now - you'll learn your place soon enough." He bit her neck, just hard enough to be painful, and Raine squealed.

Master draped a forepaw across her back and pulled her towards himself, raising himself on his hind legs to mount his new prize. Frightened, Raine couldn't restrain herself any longer and broke free, bolting for the tree line in disobedience. The massive brute caught up in three bounding strides and slammed into her, sending the delicate shewolf sprawling across the clearing. In a flash he was on her, sinking his jaws into her scruff with a snarl, "Running away? We can't have that..."

He shook her violently and she screamed, feeling his teeth break the thick skin on the back of her neck. He let go and used one heavy forepaw to shove her muzzle into the dirt, panting as he lifted her hips and gripped them tightly with the other foreleg. Master shoved her hindpaws apart with his own and as he leaned over her, growled in her ear, "This could have gone so much easier for you, little shewolf."

Raine gave a soft cry, and felt his hips press against hers, felt the searing heat of his tip as it brushed against her, the fur of his sheath as it followed. Her tail curled to the side even as she struggled against his powerful grip, and he bit at her again, warning her to be still. He hunched against her again and this time he knew he was where he should be, and he thrust himself into her without heed, drawing a painful cry from the newly pierced yearling. Raine felt him enter and dive deep with little warning, little easing, and it caused her a fiery line of pain. The brute pulled back and then penetrated her again, bucking his hips against hers in long heavy moments.

Raine, nose still in the dirt, moaned in pain, tears leaking down her muzzle as she was shoved forward with each of her new Master's ever deeper thrusts. The male rode her hard, without mercy, biting down again in her scruff as he worked himself in and out of the heated yearling, enjoying her whimpers and cries. He held back as long as he could, humping against her slim hips, but soon he couldn't resist any longer and he buried himself to her depths with a panting groan, his knot swelling and tying her to him. Raine felt the unbelievable growth within her and shuddered, muzzle wet with tears, all the fight gone out of her for the moment. Her Master tightened his grip on her hips and slowly ground himself within her, working his length buried within until he finally stiffened and emptied his hot seed into her vaginal walls, filling her until it leaked through their tie and dripped into their fur.

Raine collapsed beneath the brute, her hindquarters still held to the male as he bred her, and she trembled, chest heaving. He finally pulled free with a soft growl and stepped over her, "Your new sisters will show you how to clean yourself....I'll expect you presentable again tonight. You have a lot to learn, and I need to make sure you'll have a litter."

Raine lay in the dirt with her eyes closed, until she became aware of the two older shewolves standing above her. She slowly rose to her paws and followed them, becoming aware that her nightmare was just beginning.