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Bryana Broken

Lacktail writhed in her sleep before waking up with a hacking cough. It was the same as the day before and the day before that...winter had come yet again with its cold chills that, along with the air of her new confines reeking of manure, wreaked havoc on her lungs.

Opening her eyes, Lacktail found herself in the all-too familiar wooden stable stall which had metal bars grafted across where the gaps would normally be. This, along with the chain binding Lacktail's arms and legs to the wall behind her meant there was yet again, no escape, despite the sounds of horses whickering and neighing suggesting a method of a quick getaway. She could not so much as roll over off of her side.

They would just catch me again...

Moving her to the stables had been yet another creative punishment and Lacktail struggled to remember what it had even been for at this point. Her escape last year? When she froze up while serving one of Vernis' guests? When she called herself Br...

No, no, no...don't, not that name...not that name...

The stall door rattled harshly. Lacktail knew who was behind it, it was the same person each day...

"Lacktail," Softfur sneered, poking his snout through the bars above the stall door. "My favorite mate."

"Sir," Lacktail bowed her head as best as she could with her restrictive bindings. She felt a sudden twitch in the air behind her rear. Even after all this time, she still felt her missing tail.

Lacktail kept still, waiting, just as she did every day, to wait for Softfur's command to get to work. It really did not matter to Lacktail at this point, either she would be put to work like most days or Softfur would order her to remain in her cell and without fail, Vernis would have some depraved sexual punishment in mind for her that day.

"Get to work," Softfur finally ordered as the gate squeaked open. The male badger was wearing a woolen cloak draped across his shoulders, a gift for being a valued slave overseer.

Lacktail's shackles were quickly undone and she remained still on the wooden pallet until Softfur left the stall, upon which she quickly got up, ignoring the phantom pains. Grabbing her bucket from the corner, she left the stall, walked past the rows of horses, and left the stables.

A cold blast of howling wind blasted Lacktail and she stopped, coughing and shivering. This winter seemed colder than the last and her brown dress was growing increasingly inadequate. Or perhaps it was whatever plagued her wracking her with feverish chills.

The leather mask across her deformed face protected her face from some of the windchill, but it wasn't enough. Her breasts were swollen and aching to the touch, they had been ever since Softfur had bred her.

Breathing in deeply, Lacktail forced herself to move, following in the snow-prints left behind by Softfur leading towards the servant's chambers.

The draft, cold stone of the quarters provided little insulation, but a small fire crackling by the dining table helped keep the cold at bay just a tad. Lacktail had no time to enjoy it though, as she immediately turned to the wash basin by the entrance. She dumped the waste in her bucket into a latrine, covering it up with a wooden lid, and got to scrubbing the rest of it clean in the basin.

Softfur used to do this for me long ago...

She could not remember his old name, but she remembered her former servant's face. It was hard not to remember him, what with how often he reminded her of his former status and the fact that he was now...

Lacktail paused and felt her belly.

They'll...treat him well... Lacktail shuddered. He'll have no memory of life before the wolves, unlike Lorcan...

Lorcan was the one triumph Lacktail had in her time among the wolves. Despite all their attempts, they never found her brother after he escaped.

Wherever he was, he had a better chance than her.

Lacktail began to dry her paws but was stopped by a sharp slap on her rear.

"Hurry up, you're behind schedule," Softfur ordered.

Lacktail sighed, which got her another spank, and she entered into the dining room and knelt before an altar just to the right of the entrance.

A wooden wolven phallus with a big round knot was standing there before a stained glass icon of a wolven god with golden chains hanging from his fingers, trailing off onto the fringes of the icon. Lacktail knew not the name of the god, just that he signified the glory of wolven subjugation uplifting those they conquer and in return one must service them...

Lacktail pressed her nose against the tip of the phallus before slipping it into her mouth and sliding it along her tongue. She had to do this every morning now, but she was not getting any better at it. She could suppress her gag reflex well enough now, but the tip of the cock aggravated her throat, forcing her to cough the whole time she paid tribute.

"For the glory of the wolves and the Alphas," Softfur whispered as he leaned against Lacktail and nipped at her scruff. Lacktail gasped, unable to resist from the pressure against her nape. "Who righted all the wrongs you inflicted upon your subjects..."

For the wrongs we inflicted upon our subjects...

A year ago, Lacktail might have objected, but the fight in her heart had faded over time.

Softfur's suddenly yanked Lacktail's neck back and the phallus clattered onto the altar, slick with saliva. The male badger suddenly grabbed the wooden cock and reached under Lacktail's dress.

Lacktail could feel the shaft of the cock slip parallel against the crack of her rear. Softfur slid it along her skin, pressing firmly into her on occasion in a simulation of wolven submission humping.

With his other hand, Softfur reached around and poked Lacktail's nipple with his claw, forcing the badger to moan as a painful ache ran through her breast.

"Alright," Softfur suddenly broke off the moment Lacktail's nipple lactated a drip of milk. He placed the phallus back on the altar and pulled at the leather straps on the back of Lacktail's head until her mask came off. "Eat."

Lacktail and bent over onto the ground, hacking up phlegm. With a few more coughs, she stood up and took her place on the bench lined up across the table while Softfur sat at the head.

Bowing her head, Lacktail tried to keep a low profile as the other slaves came in and sat down. They were all badgers and some of their faces stirred memories in Lacktail's mind. She hated to have them recognize her but it was impossible for them not to and be repulsed at the sight of the painful, ugly scars covering her mangled face.

A scrawny badger female spooned out pottage and a bit of minced meat for them all to eat, with Softfur getting an extra helping of meat. Lacktail was the only one who was not given a wooden spoon to eat with, Softfur liked to point out that since she was sleeping with the horses she should eat like one.

Lacktail picked up the bowl and dipped her snout into it, licking up the food. The pottage was plain, as could be expected, and while the meat gave it some extra flavor, Lacktail had to force herself not to think of what kind of meat it was made out of.

Though meals were usually silent, there would sometimes be an occasional whisper and murmur from the other badgers. Today was one such time and although Lacktail could not understand the Wolven language forced upon the other slaves well, she could make out a few words and intent.

"Disgusting."

"Stink.

"Hideous."

The words would never be told to Lacktail directly, but the twitch of the slave's eyes and how they hushed whenever Lacktail paid them heed betrayed their intent.

When breakfast was done, Lacktail licked the scraps of pottage and meat away from her lips and snout. Softfur stared at her with cruel delight as he followed her while the other slaves quietly looked away from her, perhaps wishing to avoid ruining their appetite further.

Quietly, Lacktail picked up her bowl and went to the wash-basin once more, beating the other slaves to it. The quicker she was out of the quarters and at work, the less opportunities for Softfur to torment her; there were more limits on the kind of cruelty that could be publicly inflicted on her at the school. In contrast to earlier, she was beginning to feel hot and her head began to spin as she cleaned the bowl.

Mercifully, when Softfur snuck up behind her, he merely slapped the mask back across her face and tightened the straps without any further words. Lacktail almost didn't notice it, not until her dizzy spell released and her field of vision was once more restricted.

With the bowl set to dry, Lacktail immediately exited back into the cold and within an instant the hot flash that she had vanished and the chills returned. A few flakes of snow began to fall and Lacktail hugged herself, trying to keep warm as she approached the main building. Smoke billowed out of its chimney, promising an escape from the bitter cold.

Entering through the servant's door, Lacktail found herself alone and took a moment to savor the warm, dry air. The wolves had seen fit to have a series of vents and chimneys added into the main building to channel warm air from a wood-burning furnace underground. It was warm enough to make one forget the snow-covered town outside and thankfully, Lacktail did not get a flash of heat like earlier.

Grabbing a mop and two buckets, one of water and one with powdered soap, Lacktail exited the servant's room and into the hallway. Classes had just begun and she could hear the rambunctious cries of children, wolf and badger, muffled by the wooden doors of the classrooms. Melting slush and dirt tracked across the cobbled stone floor, there would be a lot of work to do today, much like any other day.

Soaking up the mop and slapping it onto a patch of dirt, Lacktail began to wash the stone clean. The majority of grime was just dirt and water, but somehow the children had a way of tracking in stains that were much more stubborn.

Sighing, Lacktail bent down and poured some soap onto a puddle of water atop a brown stain that clung to the stone. Grabbing a brush that was hanging from the side of a bucket, she began to scrub vigorously at the stain while the soap bubbled. Eventually, the stone was once again clean, shimmering under the candlelight.

Using the mop, Lacktail soaked up as much of the remaining water on the floor and twisted it into the water bucket.

The door to the storage room opened and Lacktail peered behind, spotting Softfur exiting. He took a few steps down the opposite direction from Lacktail and stopped, leaning against the wall to slack off.

Not wishing to catch his attention, Lacktail quietly moved over to the nearest door and opened it, emerging into a lounge.

Two wolves were there, male and female, sitting on a couch with red velvet cushions. Lacktail did not recognize them, the lounge here was often used for visiting nobles wishing to have an interview with Vernis to get their cubs accepted into the academy.

The she-wolf was holding a bundle of blankets while rocking it and singing.

They're starting his education early...

Lacktail began to clean the floor, occasionally looking over at the wolves who acted as if she wasn't even there.

A door on the other side of the room, which led to the stairs going up to Vernis' office, opened up. Another wolf called out softly into the room and the couple turned their heads to face the door.

Lacktail's blood went cold as she finally got a glimpse of the baby. Its face was covered in black and white fuzz. It was no wolf cub, but a badger.

Her cub. The very one she gave birth to in autumn.

The wolves got up and the she-wolf gently placed the baby on the couch, whispering softly to it before they both left the room.

They can't just leave him there!

The mop clattered to the ground as Lacktail sprang across the room. The noise was enough to wake the baby from its sleep and he began to cry. Lacktail was almost afraid the wolves would have heard it and returned, but either the stone walls were thick enough to muffle the noise or they didn't care.

"It...fine..." Lacktail spoke in the wolven tongue as best as she could and scooped up the bundle of blankets wrapped around the baby. "It...alright..."

Lacktail's soothing words had no effect and the baby kept bawling. She whistled a small little tune and hummed a lullaby, also to no avail.

He must be hungry.

Lowering the shoulder of her dress, she was about to expose her breast when the door flung open with a crash.

"Stupid slave!" Softfur was standing in the doorway, snarling. He pointed to the ground as he stomped forward. "Down, now!"

"He..." Lacktail did as requested and placed her child down on the couch as softly as she could before genuflecting towards Softfur, "...hungry."

The door by the couch flew open and the she-wolf ran in, scooping up the baby in her arms. Her husband snarled at Lacktail with a low growl.

"Sorry...Lord," Softfur bowed. He said several more words in Wolven that Lacktail could not understand but they came across as eloquent and perhaps a bit sycophantic.

A claw snatched Lacktail by the ear and pulled her up. Softfur was huffing and growing as he pulled her through the door by the couch. Lacktail got one last look at her child, covered up in blankets, before the door slammed shut.

"Idiot!" Softfur rumbled as he pulled her up the stairs leading to Vernis' office. "Stupid, idiot!"

As he reached the final stair and spun around the corner, Softfur bumped his shoulder against a gray wolf in wool robes, one of the teachers. He immediately bowed and continued speaking in that lyrical and soft version of Wolven he used on the nobles. The moment the teacher nodded and carried on down the stairs, Softfur huffed and continued yanking Lacktail by the ear towards the dark wood doors of Vernis' office.

Softfur did not knock, instead he opened the door without hesitation or announcing himself. Lacktail was expected, Vernis was awaiting her.

"Come," Vernis motioned for Lacktail to stand before her desk and bow. A pewter goblet of wine was cupped between his fingers, resting on his palm. Two other goblets laid on his desk, their cups half-full with red lip-stains on the rim.

The baby's crying must have reached their ears and disrupted their meeting, Lacktail thought, peering over at a metal grate in the wall as she fell to the floor, pressing her face against the ground in submission.

"Softfur, leave," Vernis ordered, waving the male badger out. "Wait outside."

Without hesitation, Softfur turned around and left, closing the door behind him. Vernis' boots clicked on the floor as he walked around his desk.

Vernis muttered an order, something that Lacktail could have sworn was, "Stand." However, the moment she tried to follow the order, she received a kick in the rear from the wolf and she fell flat on her face, grunting in pain. Pressure swelled up in Lacktail's chest and she coughed as silently as she could to avoid pestering Vernis.

"Slave!" Vernis barked as he swung back around his desk. He put heavy emphasis on his words, as if he was dealing with a simpleton. "Stand!"

Finally, Lacktail was allowed to lift herself off the ground and bow her head towards Vernis. Pushing his chair back, Vernis kicked up his legs onto the desk and waved his goblet towards Lacktail, splashing wine onto the floor. He gave a command in Wolven but Lacktail could not understand what he meant.

"Don't know..." Lacktail tried to reply apologetically. "I sorry."

To her surprise, Vernis did not immediately rush to the whip or some other implement. Instead he put his goblet down and repeated the order.

He must be drunk...

"Master..." Lacktail struggled with both the Wolven words and how to phrase them without offending Vernis, "...you okay?"

Finally, Vernis started clapping his paws together in a rhythm. It took a few seconds, but Lacktail realized he was doing it to the beat of a song. An unfamiliar tune to Lacktail's ears, but the implication was more clear now.

"Dance?"

Vernis smiled with a nod and clapped faster. Lacktail knew nothing of Wolven dances and her sickness made her reluctant to do it now. Of course, she knew she had no choice.

Raising her arms, Lacktail shook her voluptuous butt to the beat, making sure Vernis got a good look. Lacktail picked a traditional badger dance with minimal movement of the hips and belly to minimize movement and also hoped Vernis was too distracted by the erotic implications of it to notice her lack of skill and energy.

Vernis howled and panted, wine dribbling down from his tongue onto the desk. As humiliating as this was, it was still better than most of Vernis' punishments, though Lacktail knew that the wolf had something cruel up his sleeve.

Pounding his goblet onto the desk, Vernis wagged his finger, calling Lacktail over.

Ignoring the chill running down her spine, Lacktail shuffled over, still waving her belly and rear the whole while and keeping the beat in her head. She passed the mantle displaying her preserved tail without even flinching, having grown used to seeing it.

Vernis pushed his chair back and patted his lap. His eyes were narrowed and his tongue hung out, panting lustfully.

Forcing a smile, Lacktail lowered herself onto his lap and felt the bulge of his cock within his trousers. The wolf suddenly ran his long tongue across Lacktail's lips before pushing the goblet in her face, beckoning her to take a sip.

"Drink!" Vernis ordered.

"Yes, master."

The wine was foul as it ran across Lacktail's tongue. Either the vintage had been poor or Vernis had spoiled it somehow. It ran contrary to the wolven expectation of pretension and culture.

"Good?" Vernis asked.

"Mmm," Lacktail nodded, "good, master."

Putting the goblet down, Vernis clapped the beat once more and Lacktail grabbed his shoulders, grinding her butt against his lap. The wolf cheered and licked at the exposed section of her chest, above the hem of her dress.

Twisting around, Lacktail leaned her back on the taller wolf and gyrated her rear. Upon lifting herself up, the wolf slapped her on the butt, before she returned to the lapdance.

"Sexy bitch," Vernis growled.

"Thank you," Lacktail swallowed, feeling a strange blush across her face. The wine, even if it had been only a little, was starting to affect her. "Master."

As Lacktail continued to dance and grind against the wolf, his nose began to twitch and he drew his snout closer to Lacktail's chest until his hot breath brushed against her fur. Vernis licked his lips.

Vernis grabbed the top of Lacktail's dress and pulled it down, exposing her swollen, right breast. A few droplets of milk were trailing down from her nipple and into her cream fur.

Licking his lips once more, Vernis dove towards Lacktails breast. His teeth first bit into the nipple and Lacktail yelled in pain while the wolf began to suckle. His tongue and lips gripped and massaged her nipple as she left milk squirt out, the white fluid trailing from the black lips running around Vernis' mouth.

Despite the pain and humiliation from having the older wolf nurse from her, the pressure and aches in Lacktail's breast was decreasing. In some ways it was a relief.

Which felt even more shameful to Lacktail.

Having drank his share, Vernis pulled back and lapped at the stray beads of milk that had rolled down Lacktail's breast until there was nothing left but wolf saliva. Lacktail could feel the heat of his cock through his trousers, it was as hard as a rock.

"Up," Vernis ordered.

"Yes, master."

Lacktail stood up and Vernis also went to his feet, towering over the badger. Vernis licked one final dribble of milk from his lips before untying his robes and letting them fall to the ground, showing off gray chest fur, before removing the belt from his trousers.

"On ground, now," Vernis barked as he lowered his trousers, freeing his red cock from its soft prison.

Such orders had become routine at this point that Lacktail moved without thinking, dropping to her knees and waiting for further instructions while Vernis slowly stroked his cock.

"Turn," he twirled his finger in a circle.

Lacktail obeyed, turning around and bending over, raising her rear without being asked. It was standard at this point, Vernis would eventually take her in the vagina, Lacktail knew the routine well. Not even the hot flash washing across her face and a wave of nausea would deter her from abiding by the routine.

The wolf chuckled at this show of obedience and leaned in, sniffing at her butt.

Perhaps Bryana might have put up a bit of resistance, but Bryana was not here anymore.

Don't...think of that name...

Only Lacktail.

I am Lacktail.

Lacktail shivered as she felt Vernis's wet nose peek under her dress and rub up against her cheeks and wolf suddenly growled. His heavy paws landed on her shoulder and his cock pushed up against her rear. Vernis had finally picked a hole and it was not the usual one.

Lacktail's heart rushed. Her master had never fucked her anally before. With the size of Vernis' cock, Lacktail couldn't even imagine it was possible.

The wolf struggled to line his cock up with his hole of choice thanks to the wine and Lacktail slightly adjusting her rear to try and get him to focus on her vagina, but eventually got the tip of his cock pressed up against Lacktail's virgin anus. He was intent on this hole today.

Lacktail gritted her teeth as Vernis thrusted. With no lubrication, Vernis's cock ran rough against the inside of her rear. The pain was unbearable but Lacktail held in the shouts and screams welling up within her. Master would not approve of her screaming, not unless he wanted her to.

But the pain...every inch that the thick wolven cock entered her was pure agony. Lacktail's body quivered and silent tears welled up in her eyes.

It came as a strange relief when Vernis leaned forward and bit Lacktail on the scruff of her neck. Yanking her scruff up, Vernis forced Lacktail to go limp as the last inch of his red cock entered her. All pain vanished for a moment, replaced by a quiet acceptance of her place as nothing more than a cock-warmer for the wolves.

Such a life was so simple, despite its hardships and torments. Lacktail could not even remember what her life was like before, save for that she was a noble named...

Don't say it. You are Lacktail.

Growling with his fangs still dug into Lacktail's scruff, Vernis pulled back and thrust. Once again, Lacktail suppressed the pain, feeling too weak and subservient to even imagine screaming in pain, not with Vernis having such power over her.

Another disturbing sensation crawled over Lacktail, one far less familiar to her after her capture. A burning feeling tickling between her thighs.

Lacktail closed her eyes, it was one thing to submit to her master, to let him do as he pleased with her, but this unwelcome pleasure...

It was not as if the pain went away either. Vernis was still pounding her from behind and though Lacktail's rear had loosened and Vernis's cock slicked a bit with precum, it was hardly enough to make it comfortable.

It hurt, it was demeaning...

But somehow part of Lacktail's body was enjoying it.

Lacktail thought back to her submission to the idol of wolven domination and for a moment felt as if the wolves were right all along.

Vernis's knot began to swell and the wolf gave Lacktail one final thrust before they were sealed together. Vernis clenched his teeth tighter against Lacktail's neck and whined, his tail wagging excitedly behind him.

Warm semen flooded Lacktail's insides and Vernis howled loud enough to shake the stones of the school.

The thought of being a mere submissive toy to the wolves refused to leave Lacktail's mind and when the full weight of Vernis's body collapsed upon her back, it made the thoughts stronger.

Vernis pulled her onto her side, grabbing her from behind. His knot was still tied to her and his claws dug into her skin.

"Good bitch," he growled, sending shudders across Lacktail's spine. "Mine."

I'm his...

Lacktail moaned, causing Vernis's ear's to prick and his nose to sniff. The heat between Lacktail's thighs had grown intense and her back arched.

Screams of ecstatic agony rushed from her sex, along with a few spurts of fluid. It felt good, incredibly good, but it was followed by sheer shame from the last vestiges of a free noble lurking deep in Lacktail's brain.

And that shame grew intensely powerful after Lacktail's master laughed.

"You like..." Vernis licked her across the back of the neck, "...filthy slave!"

"I..." Lacktail gulped. A feverish chill returned in the wake of her orgasm fading. The words were harsh as they ran across her tongue, "...I like, master."

Lacktail wanted to cry but the tears would not come out. She had gotten used to the routine and this orgasm broke things up.

And worse, Vernis knew about it.

Vernis's knot finally deflated and the wolf pulled out, standing up and shaking the last drops of semen onto the exhausted badger.

"Softfur!" Vernis barked.

The door flew open and the male badger entered, bowing before the wolf.

"Take her."

Lacktail was still paralyzed with shame and agony when Softfur walked up and attached a leash to her collar.

"Crawl," he ordered, tugging at the leash sharply.

Lacktail got on her palms and crawled slowly, still stunned from earlier. Vernis sat down on his chair and returned to his goblet of wine, eying Lacktail intently as she crawled away.

"Goodbye!" Vernis cheerfully shouted as the two badgers exited the office. "Filthy slave!"

Crawling down the stairs was difficult, especially with Lacktail's size, but Softfur took the descent slowly in a rare show of mercy from the sadistic badger. Lacktail figured that he just didn't want to fall down himself though.

Once on the ground floor, Lacktail was led around the waiting room door. A flash of regret passed through Lacktail's mind, of her child and the parents he was forced upon, but she quickly pushed those thoughts aside.

There was nothing she could do now.

The snow was cold upon her bare paws. Once again, her cough began to wrack her lungs and her temperature rapidly changed from freezing cold to burning hot. She was so paralyzed by her affliction that Softfur was practically dragging her by the neck across the snow. By the time they reached the stables, Lacktail thought she was about to pass out.

But she was not given that mercy and was soon led back into her barred stall in the stables. Lacktail was placed on her side on the pallet in the stall and her legs and arms were chained to the wall.

"You were lucky," Softfur growled in the badger tongue. With no one around but horses, there was no one to overhear them. "Master was drunk, he was far kinder than he should have been."

Softfur's nose twitched.

"You even came, not much of a punishment is it?"

The male badger stepped out of the stall and grabbed a tool from the wall. It was a leather switch used for horseback riding.

"I'll have to pick up the slack."

Rearing back, Softfur lashed Lacktail across her swollen breasts. Despite Lacktail's pledge to remain silent, she finally screamed in pain.

"That's more like it," Softfur sneered.

Once again, the switch slapped Lacktail on the breasts and then on her rear. The strikes came faster than she could count until she felt nothing but the endless lash of the switch.

"What...were...you...thinking!?" Softfur demanded between strikes. "You...stupid...whore!"

Panting, Softfur stopped for a moment, leaning against the stall.

"Do you even know how much trouble you could have gotten us both in!? Those wolves are from a very wealthy family and if they refused to send their brat to the academy-"

"He was hungry," Lacktail whimpered. "My child was-"

Lacktail screamed as another lash hit her in the breast.

"THEIR child!" Softfur whipped her again. "THEIR child, not YOURS!"

The lashes kept on coming. Lacktail's sense of time faded, replaced by an endless beat of whips and insults from Softfur. Lacktail did not pass out that evening, just at some point the lashing stopped and Softfur left, satisfied that his punishment came across.

But at that point Lacktail still felt the lash coming, wincing and twitching at the thought of another whipping even long after Softfur had left her alone.

Lacktial would get no sleep that night, kept awake by fear, pain, and the shame she felt that day.

Along with another round of heavy coughs and the chills, those horrible chills, growing more powerful.