Like a Wounded Animal

“So, it seems you’ve finally learned.” Sapphire’s voice was like velvet in his hears again as she took her knee off of his neck, after his punishment had ended.

“If you do not obey, you will be punished, but if you obey, and go over the confines of the order, you will also be punished, and more severely,” she told him, rolling him onto his back. He was still bound, wrists to thighs and thighs to ankles. Knees bent in the air, he lay there, bleeding anally, the fluids that had been injected into him leaking with the blood into a sickly pink puddle under him.

His muzzle was still attached, and he just stared up at her.

“But you’re not done yet, Mutt. Oh no. Not by a long shot.” She said. Putting a foot on his chest to keep him still, though he was too weak to move then, from both the fight and the punishment he’d received afterward. She began to remove the pants she was wearing, and once she was done with this, she flung them aside.

“Should you even think of releasing during this, you will be punished. Most severely.” She told him.

Just those few words were enough to snap Roy into a mindset where he knew he’d better obey what she was going to order him to do while in this position.

“If you do your job well enough, I just may reward you. I saw how you looked at that fox. Maybe I’ll let you have her, if you are a good little Mutt.” She told him. Squatting down over him, she lifted his head and undid the straps for his muzzle. “You will be a good boy, won’t you? And do your job well. Right, Mutt?”

Roy merely gave a slight nod, looking up at her with dead eyes. She smiled, running her hand through his already ruffled locks.

“Good Boy.” She murmured. “Now,” she was beginning to scoot forward, having been sitting, nude from the waist down, on his chest, she was now at his neck, and her hands in his hair began to harden, holding his head immobile. “Pleasure me, Mutt.” She told him, scooting forward just a bit more, until her lips were pressed against his.

Not faced with much of a choice, and wanting to have a bit of time where Sapphira was not constantly lording over him, Roy did as he had been told, innocently lapping at her entrances, picking up the salty-sweet secretions that she was loosing herself.

“Mmmmmnnnn.” His Mistress moaned above him, but seemed to be wanting more, as her hand in his hair tightened again, lifting his head a bit as she ground against him. Taking this as a hint to be more offensive in what he was doing, he jabbed his tongue upward and inside of her, roving around over the wet, heated flesh of her most sensitive inside.

“Yes… mnnn… Good Mutt…” She told him, though she was grinding down further into his face. It was getting a bit hard for him to breath like this, but somehow he managed, lashing her with his tongue in quick, brutal strokes.

Finding the place she seemed to be stimulated the most, he kept up with a torturous assault. He wished he could have done something more, something to get back at her for all that she had done, and yet… some already twisted part of him was glad that he could cause her to convulse with pleasure like this. She was loving every second of this cruel pleasure, and her moans only seemed to escalate, becoming louder and louder as she rocked and bucked on his face, forcing his tongue farther into her cavern, until she had clamped down on it with her powerful inner muscles. She let out a blood cuddling scream, and was soon off of him.

“Good, good boy, Mutt.” She told him, he words forced through a pant, running her hands through his hair affectionately again.

“You’ve earned your reward.” She added. “I’ll have someone bring you to where you can meet her.”

And with that, she was gone.

Though bound, Roy was able to regain his strength for a few long minutes before a few, large, brutish-looking chimeras walked in. His muzzle was slipped back on, but he didn’t much care. His collar was taken up, as was his body, and before he knew it, he had been slammed up against metal bars. His ankle cuffs were attached to a few of these, as was his collar and muzzle, keeping him still and suspended against the bars as the cage he was in was lifted. Soon enough, his cage was let down and his cuffs and collar were freed. By his leash he was dragged out of the small enclosure. His leash was removed and his collar linked to a loop on the floor to prevent his moving around, as were his wrist cuffs, as he was laid on his stomach. The ropes around his arms and abdomen were finally undone, and his ankles were let down from his thighs once more.

A chain, long and strong, was attached to one of his ankle cuffs and ran to one of the loops on the floor.

His collar was let up, as were his wrist cuffs.

The men then left him alone. He sat there, fighting the urge to lick himself clean, even though he couldn’t do that if he wanted to due to the muzzle. When he thought he was just about to die from boredom, the door opposite where he was opened. Two burly chimeras walked in, dragging a fighting female between them. She had on a muzzle and collar also, and was in cuffs much like his, minus those on his thighs and around his hips.

She however, was in a close fitting harness, one that accentuated the curves of her lean body and most especially her breasts, dangling downward from her struggling body. Her ears lay back and the fur on her tail was erect as she bucked and pulled against the two to very little effect.

She was lead over to him, trying to get away from them still, when they stopped. One of them held both of the chains they’d been using to drag her in, while the other came behind her and pounced, straddling her nude form to hold her down. Removing the chains, the other reached down and cuffed both of her wrists to the ground so that she couldn’t move them at all. It would free her to stand, but not walk around, unlike the long chain on Roy’s ankle cuff.

With one last shove the male was off and they were gone again. Roy looked to the female in the room with him, tilting his head to the side, one of his ears lying down flush to his skull in question.

She gazed at him as well, and her eyes seemed a bit scared. A blush worked itself up on her collar, across the lattice-work of leather on her skin.

He remembered her now, she’d been the one who had originally muzzled him when he was being punished.

He grunted against his muzzle, letting her know he wasn’t out to hurt her.

She seemed to reply in kind, her tail beginning to wag. He came over, gently paddling along beside her, his body language neutral.

The fox, as she truly was, nuzzled against him as he came close enough for her to do so, and he would have begun to pant if it weren’t for the fact that he had a patch fixated over his mouth.

She let out a low grumble, lowering her breasts to the ground, at the same time separating her legs and raising her rump in the air as far as it would go on her knees. Roy was absolutely shocked by this. He hadn’t expected it, not at all.

But, he wasn’t one to question when a girl was offering herself, whether he or they be a chimera or not. He came closer, and, rearing up on his knees, put his clawed arms around her harnessed hips, pulling her up a bit closer, and thrusting inside of her. He moaned as he did, feeling her tight around him, far tighter than Sapphira had been. He continued to thrust, her willingly rolling her hips back to meet his every time he came back from withdrawing.

She moaned and despite her muzzle began to pant as he continued, his pace fast and hard, animal instincts having taken over. In addition to her rolling back, he pulled her against him each time, his shaft embedding itself deeper and deeper within her, growling as he did, claiming her as his in every sense of the word. In that moment that the instinct became and integral part of the inner workings of his mind, he knew that no matter what, he needed to protect this female now, his mate.

His.

Her muscles tightened exponentially around him and this added friction was enough to cause him to release inside of her, leaning down across her back to run his face over the flush skin between the straps of leather over her soft innocence.

She looked over her shoulder, murring at him and looking insatiably happy. He withdrew completely and crawled to her side, nuzzling against the length of her body as he did so, and was finally able to do so at her neck and face. She began to lay down and him with her, laying his arms over her shoulders and his head atop of them, curling up. She fell asleep before he did, and he looked around; weary of his surroundings for good reason.

The wolf only stirred when, hours later, he heard the metallic screech of the door opening. Eyelids sliding upward, Roy lifted his head, and saw four very strong looking oxen standing there.

The lion chimera that had been with him at the beginning of his life as a puppet was there too. It stepped forth, releasing a massive roar, one that woke the fox under Roy and also served to grab his attention. He wasn’t going to let anyone come anywhere near his mate.

Not without a fight.

Pulling himself up onto his hands and knees, Roy stepped forward, his ears laying back and hair and tail bristling. He stood over the fox, protecting her from the others.

The lion stepped forward, using his bulk to try and intimidate the wolf, who wouldn’t have it, a low growl parting from his throat, muffled by the muzzle over his mouth.

“Stand down!” The lion growled. “We do not wish to harm her.”

Roy only continued to growl and bristle, pacing before his new found mate, watching the others with narrowed slits.

“Stand down!” The beast roared again, but still, no answer or compliance came from the angered wolf.

Without any more delay, the lion pounced forward, sailing straight into Roy and forcing him back away from the fox. Once he hit the ground, the canine skidded back until the amount of chain around his ankle caught up with him, pulling on his hip uncomfortably.

He got up, favoring that leg, and began gimping back toward his mate, until he felt the great cat pounce upon him again. His body was forced to the floor, wrists pinned before him as the beast sat upon his back. He was facing his poor mate, who’s ankles had each been taken by one of the oxen, while her wrist cuffs were undone and taken as well.

Roy struggled under the pressure on his back as he watched this, wanting to take down those that would dare to lay hands on what was his.

As she was held fast, the fox looked to Roy, frightened of what was going to happen, not only to herself, but to him as well.

The door slid open again, and this time, the mistress herself had walked in. “Did you enjoy your reprieve, Mutt?” She asked Roy. “I hope so.”

She looked to the fox then, and smiled wickedly. “Let’s see what we have, then.” She said, coming over to her. Looking her over, she witnessed the signs that the wolf had taken her, and nodded. “Lay her down.” She ordered the oxen, and they did.

The fox began to whimper, knowing in her heart what was coming. Roy began to struggle all the more against the weight on top of him, but was getting no where. He wanted to shout, but knew it wouldn’t be intelligible at all if he did. He wanted her away from his mate, dammit.

Without warning, Sapphira plunged fingers up into the cavity that just such a short time ago, had harbored Roy inside of it. She seemed to be searching for something as she did this, and when she found it, she nodded.

“It’s remarkable how soon a chimera bitch will take if she has a potent male.” She hummed, looking over at Roy. “Someone’s a very busy little Mutt.” She said, narrowing her eyes at him. She looked to the oxen then. “Confine her, carefully. When the pup is born, bring it to me.” She told them.

The four nodded and, as the fox started to struggle again, not wanting to leave Roy, they carried her out, just as she was.

This only served to anger Roy more, and he fought even more valiantly against that which held him down, but the lion hadn’t budged, not for a moment.

Sapphira looked to the two of them, then, smirking. She clapped her hands, and men came in, other canine chimeras it looked like. “Take him to prepare for his examination.” She said, getting up.

~*~

Roy hated this. Not only had he been defenseless against that lion, but he’d allowed the one source of joy he had had during this entire experience to be taken away from him. Now he found himself lying on a cold table, spread eagled and restrained. He didn’t see how some of it was necessary, but then again, he’d just been put through three and a half days of hell.

What surprised him the most was that, with his jaw still muzzled and his neck locked down despite his collar, his wrists despite his cuffs, his upper arms despite his straps, and his chest, why his legs had been relatively left alone save for his ankles.

He could hardly move, he was so tired from struggling and hardly having any rest aside from when he had passed out and his nap with his fox that he couldn’t struggle anyway. Why go through all of this? Was he still viewed as dangerous?

Sapphira walked in then, smiling widely to herself. She looked him over, watched as he growled and tried to struggle against his bindings, mainly to get away from her or get back at her for violating his mate like that so callously.

“Calm yourself, Mutt. She wasn’t harmed.” She told him, walking over to a monitor that was in the room and switching it on. There, caged in a room, was the fox, looking as if she were rather comfortable, having been given blankets to make a nest out of in her cage. Her muzzle had been removed, and her harness was gone, though her breasts were still bound in an attractive way. Her collar was chained to the top of the cage, but she had enough give to move around it freely.

“In fact, because of you she is better than she ever has been.” She told Roy, looking back down at his nude body. He was watching the screen with a look of longing, whimpering slightly.

“If you behave during this, I can promise you that she and the pup will not be harmed.” She told the wolf, who seemed to silently agree without motion, relaxing completely in his restraints on the metal table.

“Good Mutt.” Sapphira told him, coming over to pat the wounds on his stomach and chest, though she left them alone. They were of no concern to her, any bodily would there would heal. Her interests were elsewhere.

So, she sat in a stool at the foot of the table, watching his chest rise and fall as he relaxed. Reaching over, she pressed a button on a control panel, and his legs began to rise, the manacles around his ankles having been attached to poles hidden in the table that were now extending. They reached their maximum length, and locked in place, his hips and knees bent at ninety degree angles, making his calves parallel with the rest of his body.

Usually he would have felt exposed by this, but he was generally used to it now, having had his ass tortured already a few times. Reaching down for one of the many instruments in the room, Sapphira approached him with a forked steel tool. Coming to his entrance, she used the tool to push back the ring of muscles so she could examine him internally. She knew that the punishment he’d been given had been particularly harsh, and she wanted to make sure that such a fine specimen wasn’t going to die from bleeding out of internal wounds.

Just the act of being spread caused the wolf to stiffen, but he tried not to flinch or make a sound.

She saw this, and looked past his legs up at him. “Much pain?” she asked, and received a small nod. Sighing, she went about what she was doing, venturing a finger inside of the cavity. He couldn’t help but flinch at this, sore on the inside and wishing she would just stop, but wanting to be good. He glanced at the monitor again, forcing himself to relax against this invasion as he watched the fox sleeping peacefully.

Minutes went by as if they took hours, but soon, she was done, and put her tools away. She’d cleaned out the dried blood and put a liquid on the wounds that stung, but which he was assured that it would act as a skin until the wounds underneath them healed, freeing him up for more training.

“Good.” She said, standing. “You’ll be given a short reprieve, I’ll have someone take you to the fox.” She told him.