Like a Wounded Animal

Chapter Ten

Sapphira snapped her fingers, and automatically, the door to the room opened, as if someone had been waiting for the signal just outside of it. Roy was unable to see the new arrival, as they were behind him, and had a perfect shot of his bound form, ass in the air above his head.

“Yes, my Mistress?” asked the one who had entered, the voice making the blood in the wolf-chimera’s blood run cold. That was a male voice.

Roy tried to hang his head, but found he couldn’t. It was impossible, with his head bound back against his elbows by his gag.

“Come.” She barked, her voice forceful. “Stay behind him.”

She turned to Roy then, looking him straight in the eye. “You no longer have control of yourself, you beast.” She told him, spitting every word as if to instantly ingrain it into his memory. He gave her a look hoping for sympathy, his ears laying back mournfully. She merely laughed at him. “There is no way out. You’re a slave. MY slave, beast,” she growled. “MINE!”

She cuffed him in the back of the head then, and he gave another choked whimper, distorted by the gag in his mouth.

“You will entertain me when I want you, and how I want you to do it. You are a thing, and object. A misbegotten abomination to nature. The only way you will be able to redeem yourself is by pleasing me. Any way possible. Whatever I ask you will do. Your pain doesn’t matter.” She made a motion with a hand as she stood, and Roy let out a shriek as he was ruthlessly invaded. Even with his heavy restraints, the force of the thrust had pressed him forward, right to where Sapphira had wanted him all along.

Taking up a large clump of his hair, she held him fast against the soft, delicate and smooth skin of the area between her legs. He rocked back a bit, as the man behind him withdrew, giving his throbbing ass a break for a short time. However, the stress on his hair increased, as she pulled him back to her.

“Pleasure me, Mutt.” She growled down at him.

His lips, forced open, was pressed up against hers as he was hammered into again, a howl parting his throat. This was torture, it had to be. Another little break, but this time, it was occompanied by one of her knees, after she had let go of his hair, being brought up into his chin.

“Obey!” she roared at him, fisting his hair again as he was pounded into by the other male behind him for a third time. She didn’t let go this time, and kept him there, face pressed between her legs.

He was thrusted into again, and this time, as he came into tighter contact with her groin, she ground against him, trying to force him into doing something.

He didn’t do what she wanted, though, yet again, and as he was withdrawn from, he tried to wriggle away, try to escape that source of pain in his rump.

But this was not to be. Even with the chains, he had managed to lean to the side enough to be displaced from the male’s reach. However, this was not without reprisals. Sapphira let go of him again, bring her knee up into his chin again, at the same time bringing her elbow down to bare on the center of his shoulderblades. “Still, and OBEY!” she growled at him, Just as the man behind him grabbed hold of the strap around his waist.

No way out… there was just no way out of this one, it seemed. He groaned as the man invaded him again, holding him secure, Roy’s bottom against his hips. Feeling the stiff organ buried deep within him grind around his innards, he gave up on trying to resist, just letting it go on.

Remembering about what Sapphira wanted him to do, Roy groaned, his tongue venturing out past the ring in his mouth to brush against her. A blush began to work up his entire body as he continued, hearing her groan as she finally began to get some form of active stimulation from her captive.

This went on for long minutes, being humiliated from behind while also being forced to pleasure his kidnapper with his tongue.

His body, held in its precarious and new position for far longer than it was used to, began to tire after this, his arms especially. Sore and aching, he wished for a release from this living hell, and, soon after, he seemed to have satisfied his mistress. His organs stung from the raping he’d received, the man behind him having had released inside him multiple times.

“Good, Good…” Sapphire told him, backing away from Roy and running her hand through his hair, against his tender scalp. She looked up. “You may leave.” She told the other, who, with one final thrust and coming, withdrew perminantly from Roy, giving him a hard slap in an already reddened cheek before walking off.

“There, you see? Not as bad if you cooperate, Mutt.” She told him, continuing to lovingly caress the top of his head.

Roy could only whimper and moan in shame, the sounds distorted from his gag. He wanted to curl up into a little ball and die then. He felt so embarrassed, so violated, so humiliated. To add to the fact that he’d been bound and raped, and forced to tongue another, his body had betrayed him several times. His own seed had created a puddle on the floor between his separated legs.

“You just think about all of this.” Sapphire added, her voice gentle, a stark contrast to the screaming dominatrix and all the moans he’d gotten used to hearing from his tongue inside of her.

She left the room, and came back moments later, dressed once more. She let out a moan at seeing her helpless captive in his restraints, looking utterly dejected. Trickles of blood were working their way down his legs from the intensity of his training, and he looked tired.

To bad he wouldn’t be getting any sleep.

She came over, kneeling down beside his legs and unclipping the links keeping his ankles in their locked position.

Walking past him, she gave his hair another tussle, before going over to the cranks and hitting the lock, the entire mechanism holding him up crashing him to the ground with very little warning.

He lay there, hardly moving, as she came back over, first removing the bar from between his legs, and then working on the contraptions on his arms, letting them free completely, along with his tail and the hold on the gag. All of his cuffs remained on, however, as he lay there.

She came around and removed his gag, delighting in seeing the trail of saliva forced from having it in for such a prolonged amount of time running down his chin.

She kept his collar chained down, however, though he was more free to move than he had been before.

“Your training has only just begun, Mutt.” She told him, smiling down at his bleary mis-matched eyes.