Like a Wounded Animal

Movement again. Why couldn’t they just keep him still? Why couldn’t he rest in earnest? Why?

Roy opened his mismatched eyes, feeling himself being dragged along the ground again. He was lying on his side, facing the opposite way he was moving, this, accompanied with the fact that he didn’t know these dank halls that he was being lead through, only added to his disorientation. The last thing he remembered was begging to Sapphira. Had she actually let him? He certainly didn’t know.

What he did know, however, was, that he was not in the bed any more, and the chains connecting his ankles to his thighs had been released. He could see his feat, the sharp talons coming off of his toes in points, just like those on his hands

Speaking of his hands… There were ropes around his wrists in addition to his cuffs. What was going on?

Slowly, he became aware of more ropes around his body in various places.

His feet were bound together, at right above the foot at the ankle, and across the arches of his feet, similarly, there were large straps of rope under his arms and about his waists. There were ties to these that he was being dragged from.

Confused, he whimpered, calling out for Sapphira. Strangely enough, he was feeling lost without her.

“You damn Mutt.” There was her voice. He couldn’t see her, but he could hear her. “You’ve been challenged, someone isn’t appreciative of your hogging of my attentions.” She told him.

He whimpered again.

“Quiet.” She hissed.

He did as he was instructed, and was soon rewarded with the fact that whomsoever was pulling him had stopped.

The ropes around him were undone, and he sat up. Still nude, he looked around. Once again a bright light from above him assaulted his eyes. “I expect you to win this, Mutt. If not, you will be receiving punishment. Show your attacker no mercy.”

Roy couldn’t even tell what was going on around him, his eyes hurriedly trying to adjust to the bright lights. Suddenly, he felt claws scrape against his chest, drawing blood and partially opening the wounds from the whip criss-crossing his chest.

Then a head or shoulder slammed into his more injured side, reeling him around, another slam, and he was suddenly on his back. A weight came to bear on him, and his immediate reaction was to struggle. He kept fighting, squirming in the grasp of the one over him. As he continued, he was almost away, teeth – or should he say fangs? – dug deep within his calf, shredding the muscle there.

The wolf did the only thing he could think of doing then, his instincts taking over. He’d been pushed far past anything he would have normally allowed, and his aggressor was the perfect outlet for his rage.

He twisted his body, going after the one biting down on him. Pouncing, he dug his talons deep within the developed shoulder muscles of another male chimera, clawing at him relentlessly, turning his back into bloodied confetti. The other male let go of his calf, howling in pain, and Roy circled him, pouncing on his back once again, though this time his claws dug into the man’s chest. His chest and stomach came in contact with the blood-slickened back of the other combatant, and Roy brought his own fangs to bear on the side of the man’s throat, where his shoulder and neck connected, under the protection given by his collar.

He brought pressure to bear on the flesh he had a hold of as the beast beneath him began to writhe in agony, trying desperately to toss Roy off. The wolf clung to the other like glue, even as he bucked and reared all the way around the room they were in. Roy was even slammed against walls in desperate attempt to be dislodged, but though it caused him pain, he refused to let go. His claws, as his grip kept laxing from all of the movement, kept digging in and cutting through the unwilling flesh of his rival’s gut and chest.

With an agonized howl, the man reared up onto his feet, something that Roy already knew should never be done, and began to fall almost immediately, Blood was oozing from him in buckets. Roy let go, falling deftly in a crouch as he watched his opponent fall in a pool of it’s own blood.

Another chimera came rushing out of the ring of light that was still confusing Roy’s eyes. Kneeling, he checked the one who had challenged the wolf, laying in his own blood. “He’s dead…”

Roy smirked, spitting blood from the neck of the dead chimera to the ground.

“Restrain him.”

The order, spoken in Sepphira’s voice, confused Roy to no end.

Hadn’t she said she wanted him to win? Hadn’t she had wanted this? He felt others come up behind him, forcing him down onto just his shins. His ankles were once again cuffed to his thighs, and then, so were his wrists. His arms were bound to his sides by ropes, and someone attached a chain to his collar.

His Mistress’ form began to melt out of the light, and she came over to him, her hand running through his hair and along his ears. He was so confused, so very confused.

“What do you have to say to this, Mutt?” She said, her voice a growl, just as she had turned viciously on him, taking a large tuft of his hair and pulling his head back painfully so that his eyes had to reside at his bottom eyelid to look at her. “WELL?”

“You said to win…” Roy told her, and received a dangerously low kick to his exposed and slashed stomach. Blood oozed from his wounds, but he was kept upright by her hand pulling on him and the one with his leash.

“Did I tell you to kill?”

“You said to win, to show no mercy.” Roy growled.

At this, she took the back of his head and slammed it into the ground. Putting her kneel on the back of his head, she held him down like that. Because of the way his legs were bound together, his ass was forced into the air.

“I did NOT grant you permission to dirty yourself with his blood!” She told him. “You must be punished now, for your insurrection. You’ve brought this on yourself, Mutt!” She growled.

“Please… Mistress…”

“Shut up!” She growled, putting more pressure on his neck. He coughed and sputtered, trying to force air into his lungs.

“Remember, this is YOUR fault. You did this to yourself when you killed!” She said, “COME!” She hissed to another of the chimeras he knew now had to have been watching.

“Do it.” She said a few moments later, after Roy had heard something behind him kneel. He felt long, clawed fingers spreading him apart, making him more vulnerable. Something took hold of his tail and held it above his body, keeping him prone.

“Please… please… I’ll be good...” Roy managed to wheeze past his half-closed trachea.

“Silence!” Sapphira hissed, slapping him hard in the ass, signifying that she wasn’t going to give him an inch in this. He’d disobeyed her, and was going to be punished for it.

He whimpered, earning himself another slap.

“Please…” They hadn’t even started, but he was already begging for them to stop, whimpering and trying to struggle against them.

“Still yourself and shut up!” a third spank and he whimpered. “Do it already!” She hissed.

Roy kept up his struggles, however. “Please, please I beg you…” he whimpered.

“Muzzle him!” Sapphira growled.

A woman chimera came up in front of him, holding such a contraption in her clawed hands. She seemed sympathetic to him. He’d been hurt too, already. Kneeling before him, she placed the plate of the muzzle before his mouth, bringing the main strap around the back of his head. She connected it to his collar there, and then brought another, harnessed strap over his head. Putting the branches over his ears, she connected this to the back of the main strap before backing away.

This in place, Sapphira nodded, then looked to the one behind him. “Well? Get on with it.”

The man nodded back to her, grabbing hold of Roy’s waist restraint to keep him from moving away or struggling out of the way of his punishment, before plunging claws into his waiting entrance.

Against his muzzle, Roy’s screams sounded like muffled groans, his eyes rolling back into his skull, tears coming to them.

He felt the sharp points rip into his bowels, running rampant as far as they could go before digging in and withdrawing, leaving long, painful, bleeding ruts in the already torn flesh. His hips were raised, and the fingers were thrust into him again, farther this time.

Another scream, and he felt a hand come against his ass. He shifted to the side from the force of the slap, and those claws inside him dug into unwilling tissues even further.

Roy screamed against his muzzle again from the pain, and as the hand withdrew, felt blood beginning to run down the back of his legs.

How could she be putting him through this? He’d done what she had wanted, hadn’t he?”

He was spanked again at this, and then, since his tormentor seemed he was sufficiently lubricated with his own blood, she looked to the one behind him. “Take him.” She instructed, her voice icily cold.

Roy felt himself impaled again, this time by the other male’s erection, as the man’s claws, one of them bloodied from his torture of the wolf’s innards, dug into the skin around his waist, holding him still, though he was in far too much pain to struggle anyway. As he was held fast, the man’s hips bucked into him from behind, drilling into tenderized flesh, causing him yet more pain.

Every time the member inside of him ran over a sore or newly cut area, Roy grunted or cried against his gag in pain, and each time he was spanked for this. Whenever this happened, the force and movement of his body drove the phallus farther within him. Soon the pain just melted away, and he felt numb, resigning himself to his fate in this. There was nothing he could do.

Salty fluids were released within him, stinging his wounds, but he did nothing, no longer struggled, just laid there. What was he to do, anyway? Nothing. No matter what, he’d be harmed, he knew that. It was the painful truth, and it was driving all others from his mind.