Thread: Saving and Hurting Her (Lord Dakol and blackwolf)

The young wolfess had long forgotten the smell of fresh air, the touch of morning grass damp with dew, how it felt to run for long distances underneath a clear night sky lit just by a full moon. Oh, she didn't require a full moon to be in her half-wolf form but she enjoyed how the lunar light would cast shadows upon the forest, make the world into something new and exotic. For years she spent in those familiar woods running with some of her pack members, running solo. There weren't the many left in her pack these days, she was a rarity in the world anymore. People had the wrong idea and hunted her kind for sport. Between that and the pack structure, it made her species a dwindling one. Females were born less often than males, packs could run with up to a dozen males and only one or two females. It meant that puppies were born infrequently. To encounter a wolf anthro was rare, a female even rarer, and one who was still a virgin...one in a billion. Aeries remembered being captured despite it being so long ago. She enjoyed a long run by herself, the feel of freedom she had, when she heard a cry of young one in trouble. She ran towards the sound, her instinct to protect the pack's young guiding her. As she ran quickly, the scream was loud in her pointed ears and suddenly something bit her in her softly curved backside. She stumbled a moment and looked at her bottom to see a large feathered thing sticking out of her. She had a moment of wondering why a bird attacked her before the world swirled and she fell. She could hear some laughter and hooting as a pair of males approached her, one carrying a boombox making the cries. The next few days were a huge blur, she remembered a large crate and being moved. Sometimes when she woke she remembered faces and another stinging bite before she passed back out. When she woke what seemed like days later, she knew the place was different than home. For the first time she felt awake and able to move. There were voices outside the crate and she waited, waited until the door to the crate was open and she launched herself out with a growl. But she was beat to the floor quickly and a stern large male stood over her while another quickly threw a metal collar around her throat complete with a chain. Over the next few weeks they spent trying to break her into some submissive whimpering thing. She stopped resisting nearly as badly but she never did what they wanted. Many of the trainer's assistants bore the scars from her attacks but they never did more than bruise her or lightly cut her so she was smooth perfection. Her body was lightly tanned from her time spent nude in the sun, but her fur on her head, spine, tail, and lower legs to her paws were a unique auburn hue. Her eyes were a bright blue like a husky, clear as the morning sky and filled with fire like the sun. Aeries was unique from her pack members who were mostly various greys and black. The slavers were especially glad to find out upon inspection she was a virgin, unblemished inside and out. Thankfully she stayed that way. That day the man came down to her quarters with the leash and mild cat-o-nine in hand. He told her that she was going to market, that she would finally get to be more than just a bitch for beatings...soon she would know what it meant to be owned completely. Aeries growled but he whipped her across her stomach and breast which were exposed due to her arms being bound above her head. Bad bitch... He walked over confidently and snapped the leash on a choke collar around her bruised throat while another put a short chained shackle on her wrists and paws. They lead her away from the cell she'd known for weeks and towards a more well lit area of the building, though it was by no means a nice room. She was dragged into a different room with a stage, forced into the light and exposed for a rather crowd of people. There were whispers while the men started shouting about numbers and stats. Sorry if it's too long of a post, I got carried away P