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The silver shewolf was no longer the slim light-pawed yearling she had been when she had first joined the Master's harem. Her waist was thickened from the three pregnancies she'd carried, though her topline and hips jutted from beneath her dull fur. Broad scars marked her muzzle, and both ears were nicked. Hidden beneath her pelt were the marks of numerous bites, permanent reminders of her disobedience.

As she padded, unescorted, towards her Master's densite, she remembered regretfully how certain she had once been that she would escape. So determined, and fierce. Raine stumbled slightly as she walked and cringed, glancing around to be sure no one noticed her clumsiness. When no wolf took notice, she continued on. Her rebellion had only brought her heartache - the Master had bred her on every heat cycle she had entered, straining her body, and he took her pups from her immediately. Raine remembered when he had traded away her first litter, her precious son and daughter, and the anguish she had felt. First when she had discovered the loss, and afterward, when she lay nearly lifeless on the ground, barely conscious of the savage thrashing she had received.

The same happened to her next two litters, though by the third, she no longer had the spirit to fight. Raine was broken, and she submitted to her Master's every whim. After many moons, the brute was finally satisfied that she had learned her place, and surprisingly Raine found herself with some small new found freedoms in her life.

The trading of her third litter had been a very successful one for the Master, and in return he had brought a new young shewolf into their group. Raine and the other two shewolves paid her little mind, though Raine was relieved that the Master had a new plaything to distract him from her between breeding seasons.

Slowly Raine began to spend more time with other shewolves, especially a group who were dedicated to learning the healing arts. She found it hard to swallow that these other shewolves could be so content with their lives, but she remembered bitterly how they had glanced at each other, and then looked at her in pity. Not every brute is like your brute, they told her. Not every brute treats their harem so badly. Our brutes protect us, feed us, and we produce pups for them gladly. Raine's skin prickled as she remembered how they looked at her, but the subject was never brought up again, and Raine was grateful.

Raine became quite close with a much older shewolf, and she listened attentively as the wise golden healer shared knowledge of herbs and treatment. It was the healer who showed Raine the thin leaves that would put any wolf to sleep if eaten. Raine felt her spirit spark again, and she began to plan. She gathered the plant in secret, and though it took nearly a moon of patience, waiting for the right opportunity, it came.

Raine made sure there was enough of the dried herb in the carcass the Master had brought for their evening meal. The rest ate, but Raine feigned sickness and curled into a ball in her regular sleeping place. The others took no notice, more than willing to squabble over Raine's share in their greed. By the time the stars were overhead, all of them were deeply asleep, and Raine crept from the clearing. Her heart was pounding, but her eyes narrowed in determination as she carefully began to sneak her way out of the encampment.

She escaped without notice, and then she bolted, running at full speed through the forest. If she could just reach the territory's borders, she could slow - for a time anyhow. She didn't know how far the Master and his friends would go to hunt her down, and the thought filled her with terror.

Her nose filled with the reek of the border markers, and her heart leapt in hope, only to come crashing into her stomach as she was forced to a stop. A young male wolf stepped into her path, tail lifted in authority as he stared her down. Raine trembled, knowing he was patrolling the borders, and that now she had no chance to escape.

"What are you doing out here?" the brute growled, narrowing his eyes as he approached. He sniffed her up and down as she didn't answer, "Who do you belong to, shewolf?" He shoved his nose under her tail rudely and she stiffened as she felt his tongue swipe across her sex.

"What are you doing?" she tucked her tail and spun around, bristling in fear.

The brute showed his teeth and loomed over her with a snarl, "Are you questioning me?" He stared at her, then lowered his muzzle into her face, "You're trying to escape. Don't deny it."

Raine felt her heart stop, and her insides turned to ice.

The male continued to leer at her, then he pawed roughly against her shoulder, "I'll let you, shewolf. Just as soon as we finish."

Raine gazed up at him, confused, and then it clicked in her mind as she stared at the young wolf. No doubt the son of a brute with a harem, yet working border patrol to earn enough to start his own. The wolf pawed at her impatiently, and she closed her eyes. Never again will I bear pups to be stolen, she swore to herself, and then she stood.

The young male wolf mounted her in an instant, pumping eagerly and inexpertly against her. After several missed thrusts, Raine spread her hindpaws and lifted her hips for him, helping his stabbing movements reach their target. The young brute gave a high pitched whine of excitement as he sunk into her, bucking his hips in frenzied uneven thrusts. Raine felt bile rise in her throat as she felt the brute spurt pre-cum into her depths, his hard member jerking within her.

The male bit at her scruff and then her shoulders as he drug himself nearly free of her only to penetrate her again to her depths, and he began to find his rhythm as he worked his knot into her, whimpering in pleasure. Raine shivered, bracing her hind paws against his uncontrolled thrusts, jaws clamped to prevent making a sound. The brute collapsed on her back, paws hanging limp, panting heavily as he let himself free within her. His hot seed spurted into her depths, filling her, as the knot tied them together for long moments.

Finally the brute pulled free, looking a little shell shocked, and Raine cringed away, her hind thighs wet as his thick seed leaked down her legs. The male shook his muzzle as if to clear his head, and flicked his ears, turning away. Raine waited in terrified silence as he walked away, and when he was nearly out of sight, she turned and ran again, crossing the border.

She did not slow, but continued to run at her limit, but what at first felt like desperation, began to feel like something else. She lifted her muzzle into the wind and closed her eyes. Free, free, free!