Like a Wounded Animal

Maes had been so shocked by the tender show of gratitude from Roy that he almost dropped the chimera right then and there. He looked down at the dark haired man in his arms, raising a brow. The chimera looked up at him sadly, his ears laying down at the sides of his head. Apparently, this hadn’t been the reaction the man had been looking for, as he put his hands on Maes’ chest and pushed away from his friend.

“What was that about?” The amber-eyed man asked.

“I remembered…” Roy murmured sadly.

“What happened?”

Roy nodded.

“All of it?”

Again, a small, sad nod as Roy tried to make himself comfortable.

“And?” Maes figured this was as good of a time as any to try and get the information out of the other man, since his mind was on it and all.

“The alchemist who did this to me was a woman named Sapphira.” Roy told Maes. “She did it all.”

“A woman did this to you?”

“She said…” Roy began. “That this isn’t permanent.”

“Really?” Maes nearly shouted. “That’s-“

“I just have to find the person I belong to.” Roy finished. He sounded incredibly depressed at hearing this. “And have them say that they love me…”

“Oh…”

“I just have to find that person. Something like that should be easy… but I’m unable to leave here, and… and there are so many… I need someone to love me, really love me, otherwise I’ll be stuck like this, forever…”

“Oh…”

Roy sighed. “I’m tired…”

“You want something to eat?” Maes asked, watching as the man circled his nest a few times before laying down, half curled up and with his arm over one of the pillows, his head joining it.

He shook his head lightly.

“Roy, you should probably eat something…”

“Leave me alone. I’m tired, I said.” Roy repeated himself, closing his eyes.

“Alright, alright, jeeze…” With that, Maes started once again up the stairs.

Once he was gone, mismatched blue opened once more, giving a defeated sounding sigh. He reached up, fingering the collar at his neck, and whimpered slightly. His hand followed it upward until the tips of his fingers came in contact with the smooth, cold links of the chain, and another whimper past through him. Eyes casting downward, memories came flooding back to him that caused a shiver to pass through his body, though, surprisingly, and unfortunately for him, it wasn’t in the way he had expected. His jaw was stiff, and he remembered how hard he’d been knowing on the gag Maes had had in his mouth.

The sensation was one he’d felt before, and not in anywhere near a good way.

Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep again, however.

~*~

“There’s a good mutt.” Came Sapphira’s soft murr as she re-entered the room from changing, or rather, undressing.

Roy didn’t know how he’d come to this, how he’d found himself in this position. Most importantly, he had no idea how a woman of Sapphira’s figure had been able to do this to him in such a short amount of time.

After she’d kicked him, she’d gotten him pinned, rolling him on his stomach and pressing her knee down on his spine and keeping him down. He was still weakened from the transmutation, but his strength had been starting to return. He felt her shift a bit, her knee now facing downward along his body, down toward his legs, her foot resting on top of his head, and then her hands came around what was left of the fabric of his pants, ripping them to shreds until he was lying there, pinned beneath her and nude. A draft passed along his exposed flesh, making him shiver, but she only chuckled. Her hand came down, caressing the muscles of his lower back and coming around his tail. Her fingers ran around it, caressing the new appendage.

It actually felt kind of nice, and Roy forced himself to relax a bit.

“Oh yes…. Mn, fine, fine little mutt.” She murred, just before her hand tightened around his tail and gave it a hard, stiff yank. He bucked a bit under her body, whining and whimpering.

“Mn… that’s want I want to hear from you.” She said, reaching around to run her hand through his hair, dropping his tail for the moment. “Good, Mutt.”

Roy groaned under her, laying still, ears laying flat against his skin. “Let me go.” He murmured.

“And ruin my fun? Oh no, Fuhrer, you’ll be here for a long, long while.” She told him. “Besides, if you were to leave here, you would be shot on sight, remember, my darling little chimera?”

Roy whimpered, and was once again rewarded with her hand coming through his hair. “Shhhh, shhhh little mutt.”

After a few short minutes, Roy had calmed again. Sapphira whistled and he could hear scurrying feet, and something being placed down, but he had no idea what it was, he couldn’t see. He felt her shift on him again, this time with his head allowed to move freely, though he chose not to. He couldn’t tell what she was doing right away, but already had a feeling that he wouldn’t like it and began to whimper, his tail coming between his legs.

She reached for one of his arms and in a gentle arch, brought it around over his head. She put something he couldn’t see around his wrist. It was somewhat tight, but it was comfortable, soft, feeling almost as if it were lined with fur on the inside. Once this was secure, she lifted her knee slightly and placed his palm under it, keeping it behind him. She then reached up and put one around his arm, right above his elbow. This was repeated with the other arm.

All the while, the woman was whispering words of encouragement to Roy to keep him relaxed despite the mounting tension in his muscles. He continued to whimper, and if it had been possible with him laying down, his tail curled farther under his legs, trying to reach his stomach.

The arm that had been under her knee was let up, and he felt his arms being brought together at the wrists. There was a metal clink, and the things adorning his lips were locked together. He wouldn’t be able to bring his arms back over his head like this, and that very fact cuased another whimper to come from his throat.

This process was repeated with the straps at his elbows, though they were a little farther apart than the wrists. This had locked his arms into place, and meant he really couldn’t get them over his head, even if he dislocated his own shoulders. She let him alone then, standing to relieve his back of the pressure of her entire body’s weight. Standing, she looked down to admire her work. Bound with his shoulders behind him, Roy could easily crawl away still, though very awkwardly. She couldn’t have that. Kneeling down beside his head, she reached over him for something and then he began to feel a furry, light tease on his neck.

Before he knew what was going on, there was another metal clink, and he found he could no longer move his head. She’d put a collar around her neck, and the collar had just been attached to a loop that had been protruding from the floor to keep him still.

She smiled at the effect this hand on him, as he looked up at her with weeping, frightened eyes, feeling exposed and… he didn’t know what else.

A cruel smile played out on Sapphira’s lean face, and she went behind him again, beyond what his field of vision was with the collar. She kneeled down behind him and took up one of his legs. She ran a hand up and down his calf, admiring the lean muscle. This man, mutt, was truly a sight to behold, she had to admit. Reaching over, she took up a cuff similar to those now adorning his wrists, though slightly larger, and placed one over each ankle.

“Mn… even from this angle, you’re truly a sight to behold, even with your tail in the way…” she murmured, reaching over for a bar that had been placed with the rest of the supplies she’d requested to begin training this one. She’d already decided not to let up on him, and one look at his vulnerable, nude body, affirmed why over and over again. She spread his legs apart from where she was, hearing him whimper. He could almost sense what was coming now, no doubt, and she loved it. One end of the rod she attached to one of his ankle cuffs, the other to it’s corresponding cuff.

Now was when Roy began to struggle. He didn’t like this. He was feeling very, very exposed now. It had only been a few minutes since she had started all of this, and he could hardly move at all. A heavy blush began to work it’s way over his body, and he started whining.

“Shhhh” She told him, coming over to once again try and calm her mutt, running a hand through his hair. She lifted his arms a bit and sat on his back again, taking up two other straps. Each of these were brought around his upper thighs, before she bent, reaching over for a final strap before the real fun would start. She ran this around his waist, above the base of his tail, rubbing the soft leather against the sensitive skin of his abdomen before clinching it. After this was done, she clipped the cuffs on his thighs to that on his waist

“There, there now… “ she told him, getting off of him again. She’d heard him laugh, though he had strangulated it, not wanting her to hear it, as she’d done this. He was ticklish, then. Well, that was just grand. She’d enjoy this very well. “Almost done, Mutt.” She told him, watching his ears wilt. Reaching up, she took a chain that was suspended from the ceiling of the room and brought it down, hooking it to the cuffs of his wrists, and then reached up for another, attaching that to the strap around his waist.

Grinning, she went over and unclipped the restraint on his collar, though a few seconds of thought made him still connected to that loop, though this time by a length of chain. She then went over to the cranks responsible for the chains and began to pull them both. She stopped the one attached to his waist and thighs before his arms. As his arms were brought up away from his body, the chain attached to his collar kept his neck down and bent his body at a ninety degree angle, arms far in the air above his even body, his legs spread apart below him, making him very awkward, and vulnerable. He was practically immobile held there, flat footed but not feeling balanced, and his whimpering had become almost unbareable as he tried to struggle against all this.

“Hush now.” Sapphira instructed, “Quiet yourself, and get used to this. I shall be back.”

And that was how he’d gotten here. Completely nude save for his bindings, he felt miserable He didn’t like this, not one bit.

She strode around him, completely nude now herself. He had to admit, she was rather attractive, unfortunately, that thought was betraying him rather well, and it was shown rather obviously.

“Tch tch.” Sapphira told him. “This isn’t about you, Mutt. Alright, so maybe it is, but not in this sense.” She told him, reaching down under him once she was behind him and slightly slapping his partially engorged erection. The attack caused him to shift, his entire body moving to seek balance once again under the odd circumstances. His whimpering had stopped long before then, as well as his struggling, but this…

She shook her head again, assessing his tail. “This won’t do, either.” She said, reaching down to the other pieces she’d neglected until then. A small shackle was secured around the base of his tail, and then a chain added from that to the one between his elbows. Another was more toward the tip of his tail, and a shorter chain was run from this to his elbows, keeping his tail brushed up around his back and away from his now incredibly exposed ass. Kneeling down, she connected his ankle cuffs with taught chains to the loops on the floor with taught chains, keeping him secured there, so he couldn’t move his feet around.

He lifted his head as she came around before him again, something in her hands behind her back. “This won’t do either, how on earth will you be taught if your head isn’t held high?” she asked. Kneeling down so she was more at his eye level, she placed what she had had down, and reached forward, holding a leather strap with a circle at it’s center between her teeth.

A finger coming up under his chin, she tickled him there, signaling for the wolf to open his mouth. Roy refused, trying to shy away, but she slapped him hard in the face from the direction he was trying to move away from, forcing his head back toward her, so he was staring straight at her again. Bringing her hand around his chin and cheeks, she forced his jaw open and brought that contraption into it, the ring dead center in the middle of his mouth. She brought the two lengths of leather around the back of his head and hurredly secured it, the gag now unable to move. The ring in the middle of his mouth was under his tongue and against the roof of his mouth, forcing it open.

“Disobey again and you’ll get an even nastier surprise than a slap mark on that gorgeous face, Mutt.” She hissed at him, bringing a chain to bare on the fastener of his gag, bringing his head up as she attached the other taught end to the chains at his elbows again.

Roy let out an oddly strangled whimper at this, and she smiled. “You will learn to obey in time, Mutt. All of the orders I shall teach you in the next, sleepless months will forever be stamped into that memory of yours. You disobey, you are punished, you obey, and you are rewarded, it is simple as that.” She told him, standing before him again. It was with a grimace that he noticed which part of her anatomy he was now being forced to look at by the chains binding him.

“You will learn to pleasure another, your pain doesn’t matter.” She told him. “The more pain you’re in, the more you learn, and now is time for your first lesson.”