An 'Evolved-One's' Tale - Chapter Two
An Evolved-One's Story
Chapter Two - Natalia meet's her new Mistress
(c) Cederwyn Whitefurr
2nd October, 2009
All Rights Reserved.
Serveral Months Later..
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Having been sold into a lucrative trade for 'exotic' creatures, Natalia found herself cold, frightened and far from alone, in a cramped, narrow cell. They had killed her father in cold blood, kidnapped her, and judging from the cruelty and ill-treatment she'd recieved - shipped nearly half-way around the world. Now, lying in some cold, concrete box, Natalia huddled on the mouldy straw in the corner, sobbing silently to herself. Shame, anger, fear - all these emotions roiled and churned within Natalia's mind, for her slavers had known she was young - very young - and the physical and emotional torture they had inflicted upon her, over the past several months - had almost broken Natalia's spirit. Oh, they were selective in their tortures - after all, she was, in their minds, still somewhat 'exotic' - and hence - would fetch a fine price. Natalia clutched her stomach and retched piteously, as her mind dredged up terrible memories of what they had made her do...and she prayed for a quick death. Curled up in a defensive posture, at the darkest corner Natalia could find, she lay on the mouldy straw and sobbed quietly - wondering if she would ever find her freedom...
*
Week after week of living on a subsistience diet, Natalia had grown increasingly frail and weak - but her grief for her murdered father drove her to never lay down and die, as she wished every night, to find the murdererers and avenge her father. Late one night, lying in the cold and wet cell, Natalia heard voices speaking in a language she did not understand. Her ears pricked and she heard footsteps approaching - but her weakened body would not respond to her mental demands to stand up. Soon, these strange footsteps stopped outside her cell, and Natalia cracked open her eyes, to stare out at the two humans who gazed in at her. One she recognized - a short, fat human in dirty coveralls - and Natallia forced herself to rise, then she growled at the human in the coveralls. He merely ignored her, knowing she was locked in the cell and couldn't get to him - but he quietly marked her for another round of the cattle-prod to the pouch, for her insolence.
"I don't know about this...Doe - she looks feral to me." Spoke the other human male with the first one, as he looked over Natalia.
"Don't let the look of this one fool you sir," Snivelled the short, fat man. "She's a true evolved - "
With a contemptuous snort, the well-dressed man looked at Natalia and shook his head. "I doubt it - look at her! Her fur is all dry and mange-ridden, most likely - and she...pah - she's no more 'evolved' than you or I!"
Hurriedly, the shorter man unlocked the cell and Natalia whimpered, fearing another beating at best, or worst - the agony of the prod. As they advanced, Natalia crept backwards, until she whimpered and felt the cold concrete wall behind her.
"On your paws, bitch!" Snarled the shorter human.
Natalia didn't understand his accent - only having learned russian from her father, but the implications she knew, if she refused, were painfully educational. Slowly, Natalia dropped to all fours, and cringed in fear against the back wall, as her jailor approached and roughly grabbed her ears and twisted - pulling her head back. Natalaia screamed - a high pitched wail of pain, as the agony of her wrenched ears sent waves of pain searing through her head.
Disinterested, the well-dressed man stepped forwards, then roughly seized natalia's muzzle and forced his fingers into her muzzle. Natalia went to bite him, but her jailor seen the look in her eyes and twisted her ears tighter - forcing Natalia to relent.
"She's spirited - " Grunted the other man, as he quirked an eyebrow. "Her teeth seem to be in surprisingly good condition, considering she's feral - "
"Sir, with all due respect, she's not feral - I promise you! She's one of the Evolved - just like the others we sold too - discerning - customers."
They both exchanged looks, then laughed, as Natalia cried and tried to hold herself still - her ears burning like fire in her cruel captors grasp.
"I'm still not convinced," Snapped the well-dressed man, as he roughly twisted Natalias head from side to side, inspecting her for scars and other marks.
"If - and this is tentative - she is as you claim, where's her identification microchip?"
With a moments pause, Natalia's captor merely stammered and thought for a bit, then he looked furtive. "Sir, you know, as well as I do, that we...err...we do not...quite legally - "
"Have no fear," laughed the first man. "Herovich - you have a deal, I'll take her - but she better be as you promised, I'm paying a lot for this...beast - and she better be what I'm expecting."
Almost piteously, Natalia's captor bowed and fawned pathetically, before releasing Natalia's ears and giving her a warning look - his hand touching the short haft of the prod he wore at his left hip.
"Sir, I promise you - she's young...and can be trained - "
"I hope so Herovich - for your sake - she better be an evolved, or the next buisness deal you will transact - will be with the devil himself in hell."
*
Less than a week later, Natalia was bathed, much to her personal dislike, and tightly bound and muzzled, before being hooded and driven in the back of an unmarked van, to her new owners opulent mansion. Here, she was carried, Natalia kicking and struggling in fear and distress, into a small room where she was roughly dumped onto the hard floor.
"You can leave - now," Come the short, sharp voice that Natalia had remembered from back at the cell. "I wish to ensure my new...pet...is unharmed."
Natalia's throat tightened as she heard the voice, and understood the implication it carried, even if she did not undertand the language. Until this moment, Natalia had never been mated, but her former captors had beaten her repeatedly, when she refused to do all manner of terrible sexual things to them. Now, her new 'master' promised to go even further - than those sick, cruel and perverted jailors had dreamed of. Just thinking of it, sent icy claws of fear rippling up Natalia's spine. Her new master removed the hood, and Natalia glared at him, with a look of such predatory rage - that he actually paused. Seeing her bound paw and foot, and a tight leather muzzle clamping her jaws shut, he laughed - before leaning back and slapping Natalia savagely across the cheek.
Through her gag, Natalia cried out in pain, yet she was powerless to defend herself, as the human again roughly pulled her up and prepared to slap her again.
"Dad?" Come a young, female, human voice.
Natalia cringed, expecting her new master to hurt her again - and when the slap did not come, she slowly opened one eye and glanced timidly at the young
woman who stood in the doorway.
"Dad - what...who - " Stammered the woman, her eyes widening.
"Damnit Kendra - " He sighed, then turned to face her. "I wanted to keep your new - pet - a secret until I'd had time to train her. She's still - fairly
feral, and it'll take a long time before she's submissive."
Kendra paused, torn between sympathy for the apparently 'feral' kangaroo doe who lay sobbing on the tiled floor, and surprise and shock at her father.
"She - she's feral?" Kendra asked, as she took a timid step towards Natalia.
"I'm afraid so sweety," Kendra's father replied - then smiled at his daughter.
Kendra took another step, and she knelt down, then shyly reached out towards Natalia's neck. Natalia growled quietly, more out of fear and distrust than
actual anger - yet something about this young woman - seemed to cool Natalia's anger.
"Be careful sweety - she'd probably claw your eyes out in a heartbeat - " Kendra's father admonished her.
Kendra ignored her father, and gently placed a hand on Natalia's neck, feeling the soft fur and natalia's thundering heartbeat.
"No, you won't - will you..." Kendra whispered, as she stroked Natalia's neck.
Natalia had no idea what the woman was asking, but her dark eyes stared into Kendra's, and Natalia sensed that this woman meant her no harm - if anything - she was kind, gentle and loving.
Taking a risk, Natalia uttered a low, sobbing cough, then wriggled in her tight confining bindings. Kendra took a risk, and slowly unclasped the leg bindings, then watched as Natalia twitched and weakly stretched her cramping legs, before looking down at her bound paws, then up at the woman.
"Honey? Don't - I...I don't trust this Doe - " Kendra's father whispered.
Once again, Kendra ignored her fathers admonishing voice, and undone the paw-straps that tightly crossed over Natalia's paws. Pain instantly seared through Natalia's arms and paws, as the restricted bloodflow suddenly returned to normal, and she flexed her paws. Flicking a glance to the human, Natalia coughed and shyly reached out - then clasped Kendra's left hand between her aching paws.
"Honey - " Kendra's father snapped, as he moved towards the doe.
"Dad? No - she...she's not hurting me...I think...I think - she's trying..."
Without warning, Natalia grasped the young woman around the neck and pulled her tight, before burying her masked muzzle into the woman's hair - and to both shocked humans - Natalia began to cry helplessly. Both humans were shocked by this apparently 'feral' kangaroo doe's behavior, but secretely, Kendra's father knew the truth - that this kangaroo wasn't really 'feral' - but truly - one of the 'evolved'. kendra carefully cuddled the crying Natalia, then unclasped the muzzle-straps and pulled it off, throwing it to one side. Natalia kept crying, relieved at last - to find someone gentle and caring, someone who she felt - would offer her a life free of cruelty and injustice. Kendra's father, seeing this Doe was broken, both physically and emptionally, felt guilt and shame at how he had treated her, and he quietly left, leaving his daughter craddling the hysterically crying Kangaroo - knowing now, this Doe would not hurt her daughter...not now - and he prayed...not ever.
~ Continued in Chapter Three ~