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WARNING!!! This is an M/M, Non consensual story

*Blushes and smiles sheepishly*

Hi everyone

This is vykk's first ever yiffy story so please keep that in mind when reading.

vykk won't give away what is going on except to say that this is an on going story series about him running into trouble and finding out that his life is in for a BIG change. It is pretty rough though so please be prepared for that.

vykk has proof read this a few times now but he knows he will have missed spelling and grammar mistakes so he appologises for that, he hopes it won't spoil your enjoyment too much.

If you have any comments (no nasty ones please), suggestions or would just like to say hi please feel free to drop vykk a line, he would love to hear from you.

Right enough of this and on with the story, vykk really hopes you enjoy the first part

All the best,

vykk XXX

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Vykk tripped over a fallen tree trunk, stumbling but just managed to keep on his feet, taking a second to compose himself and try and catch his breath before setting off again as fast as he could. He had been running for a long time now and his breath was short, his heart racing, each lungful of air burning like acid but he could not stop running, he knew what would happen if he were caught.

Vykk was a feral lupine, born, raised and living in the forest, never having ventured outside the confines of the woods and having no desire to. He was just about six foot, small for his race and slim but well toned and wiry, there was no trace of fat on him anywhere thanks to a life of hunting and living in the Wilds. Vykk was in his twenty third winter but was barely more than a pup according to the traditions of his small Pack. Now he was the only one left to carry on those customs. His Klan had been destroyed only a few short hours ago and he was now running for his life, from the raiding party that slaughtered his mate to be along with the rest of his pack.

Tears sting his yellow eyes as he continues to run, the burning memory of his future mate coming back to him again, only scant hours earlier she had been curling into his fur, safe in his arms, her warm body pressing up against his own. Then the cry came and from out of nowhere a huge band of Slavers made up of tigers, jackals, stallions, wolves and a small number of other species burst from the tree line and set upon their camp.

In a flash Vykk and the pawful of other males leapt to their feet and charged to meet the onrush of attackers, but being armed with only the weapons nature gave them, all but Vykk were cut down easily by better armed and numerically superior Slavers. Vykk was almost skewered by a spear another wolf held out, the spearhead cutting a ragged wound in his side as he all but pounced on the wolf, cleanly taking the lupine's throat out with a swipe of his claws. By the time Vykk had gotten up and turned to run back to protect his future mate and the other females of the pack they had all been slain, all were too proud to reside themselves to slavery without a fight.

The Slavers had not been happy about the size of the pack, and where even more unhappy that all but one were now dead.

Vykk stood there, his paw pressed to his side, trying to stop the blood flowing from the wound in his side, surrounded by the raiding party, each member grinning horribly and brandishing their weapons meaningfully. Instinct had then taken over, the only thing his hindbrain told him was that he must escape and keep the pack going. And so turning on the spot he leapt toward the nearest attacker, literally throwing himself against the armoured stallion, hitting the equine squarely with his shoulder, actually managing to knock him down before setting off through the path he had cleared. He didn't know how he had managed to knock such a large horse down, but he hadn't waited around to ponder or ask.

Now he was still running, the sounds of pursuit never far behind, in fact they were now getting closer as the loss of blood and the pain in his side made themselves felt. He couldn't smell anything anymore, his olfactory system shutting down in order to put as much energy into healing and running as possible, even all logical thought being driven from his mind, only his instincts and feral nature taking over. Vykk turns his head as he runs, looking behind himself to try and see where the followers were but finding no sign he stops and makes a sharp turn, going off at a tangent, hoping the change will throw them off his trail and give him a chance to rest.

That was when he tripped over another fallen tree and landed heavily on the floor, the fall knocking the wind out of him, leaving him gasping and panting like a landed fish. Vykk laid there a few minutes, trying to catch his breath, his feral eyes closed as he pants heavily, his body screaming at him to rest but his mind shouting just as hard for him to get up and run, knowing in no uncertain terms what will happen to him should he be caught.

With a growl of effort Vykk pushes himself up onto all fours, moving to get up and start running again before something slams into his back, knocking him to the ground again and opening up the wound in his side, making him snarl in agony. Something sweet smelling was then clamped over the front of his muzzle, making him choke a little before he feels his eyes being to close, finding they were suddenly too heavy to keep open, as if someone had attached lead weights to them. The last thing he saw before the darkness took him completely was a group of the Slavers grinning down at him maliciously.

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Only one eye obeyed him and opened as he came around from the capture scent, his head buzzed from the after effects of the drug, still feeling the white hot pain of the wound in his stricken side. Eventually Vykk's other eye opened and he looks around slowly, placing a paw to the side of his head and shaking it a little to clear the buzzing sensation, but he hurriedly stops as he feels a weight inside his head, as if his brains where liquid and sloshing around inside his skull whenever he moved his head. Vykk looks around slowly, his bright yellow eyes instantly adjusting to the darkness around him, his ears sagging when he realises just where he is.

The wolf was in a clearing, the scent of fire and cooking meat, most likely deer filled his nostrils. But that was not the most distinguishing thing about where he was there were tents and piles of supplies everywhere. Weapon racks stood outside each of the tents, baring various spears, polearms and battleaxes. All of this would be interesting enough in itself, but what occupied most of Vykk's attention were the metal bars all around him.

The cage was nowhere near big enough. There was a bed of straw under him and a pair of bowls at the other end of the cage, but that was it. He couldn't stand up in his pen, meaning he had to remain on all fours which was no great hardship as he spent half his time on all fours, but to be forced to move like that made him growl angrily.

Vykk sits up suddenly when he senses movement around him, looking up he sees another wolf and a large stallion, two of the Slavers that raided his camp peering through the bars of the cage at him, obviously having heard his growl. He looks up to them as they talk to each other in a language he didn't understand, seeing them grinning horribly as they watch him. Vykk hated being on all fours in this situation, it made him feel submissive which was the last feeling he needed right now, if he were free he would be ridding these two of their throats. To try and assert himself a little he snarls and barks before growling as deeply and as threateningly as he can, his feral eyes burning with hate when he looks to the furs above him, but it didn't seem to have the desired affect, they only laughed and spoke to each other again...

Karin looks over to the Slaver Vortis, a large brown stallion who had been put on guard duty with him for tonight. This wasn't what the wolf Slaver had had planned for tonight and he was angry that their raid on that small wolf pack had definitely gone tits up, but at least they had caught something. Even though the young wolf was still out cold from the capture scent his wound had been cleaned and dressed by the Band's Healer Who said that the injury would heal in a couple of days thanks to the salve He put on it. Once the wolf had been bandaged he was then put in one of the slave cages, Karin very much wanted to see what would happen when the wolf came around. Just as he was thinking that he heard an angry growl and chuckles softly to himself, seeing the stallion look to him and grinning evilly "He's finally come around then."

Karin laughed and nodded to his equine companion with an equally wicked smile "Sounds like it. Let's go see what we've caught."

The two Slavers approach the cage, each grinning from ear to ear as they look down to see the wolf on all fours and glaring up at them, the look of defiance on the wolf's face was glorious. They both knew what would happen to their captured prize and that look would soon be changed for a look of submission and humiliation, the thought of all the training they will be putting the wolf through made them each grin obscenely with anticipation

"This one will be a lot of fun to break. I can't wait to see him begging for it" said Vortis.

"Yeah, he looks good on all fours doesn't he, I think we should keep him as a pet." replies the lupine Slaver.

They both laugh again as they continue to watch the caged wolf who obviously didn't like that as he barked then growled, his yellow eyes on fire. Karin and Vortis laugh together in response. "Hmm, he's certainly got a lot of spirit, I like that, spirited sluts are always much more fun." said Karin as he crouches down next to the cage so his head was level with Vykk's before looking up to the stallion "Have we decided on a name for him yet?"

The horse shakes his head "Nah, the Chief said that he would be called 'bitch' until he earns another name, just like every other slave."

"Just bitch eh?" Karin ponders when he looks down into Vykk's glaring eyes "I think that name suits him perfectly, I will tell the Chief that it should be his name from now on."

The stallion rolls his eyes a little, musing to himself "Lupines, thinking everything that's not as dominant as them is just a bitch in heat."

Karin laughs at his fellow Slaver's remark "Well, ain't it true? It certainly will be in this one's case, I can tell."

The wolf looks down to Vykk again and licks his lips hungrily "I'm gonna turn him into a right little cock slut." He looks up to Vortis again and grins "Care to help? You always do well breaking in new sluts with that piece of yours."

Vortis looks unsurely to his fellow Slaver and shakes his head "I dunno Karin, I don't think the Chief would like us breaking in the new slut."

Karin grins malevolently as he stands up once more "Ah, but do You remember that botched raid? When We didn't get a single slave and the Chief said that to make it up to Us He would find Us a slut for the Party to share? I think with a little training and breaking in, this could be Our new whore."

The Stallion stares at Karin for a second or two before he gives a grin just as evil as his fellow Slaver and nods "You know, I can't believe I forgot about that. The Lads will be so grateful that I'm sure they will give Us a bigger cut of the profits from the next raid."

Karin laughs loudly and pats the cage which contained the snarling Vykk "Money and a new whore...this isn't such a bad day after all. Right, now how are we going to go about doing this?" asks Karin as he looks up to Vortis.

"Well, we can always use the potion, but for it to work properly it really needs to be applied at both ends." replies Vortis and Karin gives a baleful smile in return. "No trouble there. Do we have any?"

Vortis wordlessly tosses a small phial to his fellow Slaver who catches it in one paw and gives a hungry growl as he looks down to the caged wolf who was still snarling and snapping his jaws in an attempt to get to the two Slavers. Karin was actually quite impressed at the wolf's endurance. It had been a nasty gash on his side and although it had been treated, it would still be a bit painful. But still, that wasn't a concern, the wolf was nothing more than a new slut waiting to be broken and turned into a pet.

In one smooth movement the wolf Slaver flipped the cap off the phial and raised it to his muzzle, downing the foul tasting liquid easily, there wasn't much in the bottle, but it would be a while before the drug took effect and there was plenty to do to prepare "Okay, that will take a few minutes, lets get bitch ready."

Vortis looks down to the wolf in the cage and for the first time looks slightly unsure. The stallion had been next to the Lupine that Vykk had killed and tangling with the caged wolf was not something he wanted to do again, even though he was injured. "Erm, I think we had better knock him out first to get him ready, as you said, this one has spirit."

Karin laughed and shook his head. "Call yourself a Slaver, scared of a caged slut!" Karin spat at Vykk, instantly sending the young lupine into another frenzy of snarling and growling even biting at the bars, tugging at them ineffectually then snapping his jaws toward the wolf above him, causing the Slaver to smile cruelly. "But I don't want it damaged, so we had better tie it up." Karin unhooks something from his belt and puts it to his lips before exhaling hard into the blowpipe, sending a small dart speeding toward the caged wolf.

Vykk growls when the dart hits him in the scruff of his neck, it taking him a moment to reach up and pull the dart out again as there was so little room. The caged lupine looks at the dart quizzically; he had never used weapons before and found them fascinating, even when they were used against him. But he couldn't see the point in this weapon, he hardly felt it when it went in and it certainly didn't hurt him in anyway. Vykk shakes his head when it buzzes a little, moving to flick the dart away but finding his paw won't respond. He tries again, but now his head was buzzing so much he felt pleasantly dizzy. Vykk had never been drunk before and had no experience of any type of drug so the tranquilliser that was inside the dart worked very quickly and effectively. He couldn't stay on all fours, he was too sleepy and so his legs started to shake under him until they finally give way, making him fall forward and crash into the floor of the cage. Distantly Vykk could hear the laughs and sniggers of the Slavers above him but he was too tired to care. They could laugh at him all they wanted. He was going to sleep.

Karin smirks as he watches the wolf pull the dart out and look at it as if he had never seen one before. "Of course..." thought Karin "...the slut probably hasn't ever seen one before, it is a Slaver's weapon."

The wolf Slaver hears the equine next to him laugh as the subjugated animal staggers around a little before collapsing onto the floor of his cage. This surprised even him, he hadn't expected the drug to take effect so quickly, obviously this slut was unused to any kind of drug, meaning that the one he himself had drunk a few minutes earlier, would have the maximum effect.

Both the Slavers wait a few minutes after the wolf appears to have fallen into unconsciousness, waiting long enough to be sure that even a fur who was used to such a drug would be knocked out from it before they move around to the door of the cage and unlock it, watching the sleeping lupine constantly for any twitch or move that might indicate he was feigning sleep.

But none came, and while the Slavers were pulling the limp wolf out of his cage he made no move at all, making them laugh triumphantly and begin to prepare the captured slave for what was about to come.

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When Vykk awoke his head buzzed still and he growled as he was getting fed up of waking up like this. His yellow eyes open slowly, expecting to see bars again but they weren't there, making him give a delighted yowl, thinking that the Slavers had thought it wasn't worth keeping him and selling him and so had just let him go. The wolf gets up, or at least tries to, and it is then that he realises they have done everything but let him go.

He was on all fours with a barrel underneath him so it prevented him from lying down. Around his wrists and ankles were chains which themselves were locked to metal stakes, which had been thrust deep into the ground. His arms had been pulled apart so that his paws were placed just over shoulder width apart beneath him and his legs had been spread almost painfully wide. He tries to close his legs but the chains stop him from doing so, and as he was naked he knew that anyone watching him from behind would be able to see his private parts.

The inside of his ears grow hot as he blushes deeply in embarrassment and tries to curl his tail down between his legs in an attempt to hide his sheath, sac and tailhole, only to find his tail had been lifted and bound high, making sure he couldn't to move it.

There was also a muzzle around his snout. He had never worn one before, but he gathered they were to stop him from snapping or biting at his captors or even from talking, but he was puzzled by the design of this muzzle. It was fitted and locked over his snout and head, making it impossible to snap his jaws, but his fangs were trapped in a grove of padded, leather covered metal which ran the entire length of his mouth and between his carnassials where two more pieces of leather padded metal which kept his jaws from closing all the way, leaving the front of his muzzle open by a few inches.

Vykk snarls and growls, the sound he produced was odd because of the strange muzzle and thrashes against his bonds, hearing the chains clink as he moves to their maximum slack, which wasn't a lot but they don't give, realising these Slaver's were no amateurs and had the best equipment.

He writhes a bit longer, his face melting with humiliation and his eyes burning with anger as he tries to free himself but to no avail, and it was then that he heard the laughs, sniggers and cheers coming from all around him, making him instantly freeze. He looks up and tries to scan the surrounding area desperately, but four torches had been set up around him, leaving him lit as if it were daylight but it also made it impossible for him to see beyond them, his eyes couldn't adjust to the darkness beyond as the light was too harsh, leaving his heart racing and him with no clue to just who was watching and laughing at him.

Karin was sitting on a beer barrel next to the throne like chair their Chief always sat on. He looked over to the huge tiger. Gheran was without a doubt the biggest feline he had ever seen. The Chief was tall and enormous in every sense of the word; His muscles were clearly visible even when He was slouching in His 'throne' like that. The tiger's leg was hooked over the arm of His throne and even with His trousers on Karin could see the cat's enormous sheath and sac through the material.

Karin felt a pang of envy as he wished he was as big and strong as the Chief of the Slaver party, but then that's why he was just a Slaver, and Gheran was the Chief. The wolf Slaver looks up instantly when he hears a commotion and laughs along with the other members of the Party when he sees the bound slut start growling and struggling against his chains, knowing there was no way it could break out of them and so just watched smugly for a few minutes before he looks over to Gheran.

Gheran leans forward when the captured wolf comes around from the poison and gives a hungry smile at the sight of his upturned tail and widely spread legs. Even though His men had put the new whore in that position it was still wonderful to imagine him assuming it willingly, eagerly, behaving like a bitch in heat, just begging to be taken. And it would happen, no doubt about it, He had made sure of that with the orders He had given to Karin, it was just a matter of time before the new slave became the Band's new willing whore.

Gheran very much wanted to be the first to claim the Party's new slut. He had always found wolves attractive and He especially enjoyed wolf slaves because a wolf was so predatory by nature, and to dominate one gave Him not only the victory of conquering another fur, but it also allowed him to see the humiliation and defeat in their eyes, which He loved.

However He knew that after the botched raid earlier today, He would have to let His men have their fun before He could have His turn, otherwise they might try and challenge His leadership, which wouldn't exactly be a problem, He knew full well that He could rip any of Them in half, but They were good Lads, good fighters and He didn't want to loose any of Them over a slut.

Looking over to Karin, the wolf who had suggested all this, Gheran sees he was already grinning and laughing at the struggling bitch. "Hmm, you were right Karin, he does have a lot of spirit."

Karin looks to his Chief and nods with a smirk "he certainly does Chief, just wait until that spirit is change to obedience and submission. I can tell this one is going to be a right little cock slut by the time we are through training him."

Gheran laughs and slaps the wolf on the back with a huge paw. "You had better be right Karin; otherwise I think the Lads will take You as their new bitch instead."

Karin glares a little at the Tiger Chief before he thinks better of it and shakes his head "Trust me Chief."

The Tiger nods and sits back on His large chair "Very well then, begin."

Vykk's ears perk as he hears voices speaking that strange language again, just being able to make out the words over the roar of cheering and laughter, his nose tingling as he decides there must be around twenty males, almost certainly all Slavers from the raid, watching him.

He inwardly yowls and feels his heart begin to race, he was in a very bad situation, there was no way he could break free of his bonds and he knew there would be no mercy for him, especially as he had killed one of the Slavers in the raid. He turned his eyes up to the sky, looking for the Moon but She was not out tonight, a bad omen in his beliefs but he prayed to Her silently anyway, asking Her to make it quick so that he could join the rest of his Pack on the Next Plane.

Karin, Vortis and a couple of other Slavers made up of a jackal and a tiger approached the bound wolf. Each of them had now drunk the same potion as Karin had and had waited for the full time needed for it to gain maximum effect. The wolf Slaver couldn't help but grin like a fool.

This was going to be so good, and as he was going to be the first to break the wolf, the slut would belong to him the most. Even though the entire Party would use him equally, and Gheran would certainly think He was the wolf slut's Owner, Karin would still think of the bitch as his. But then he is sure most of the others would too, there would be plenty of fights over who would use the slut in the endless days and nights to come, but all would have their fun with him eventually.

Vykk looks up when he sees four males walking toward him, expecting to see them armed and armoured, ready to probably torture him then deal the killing blow. He was therefore shocked to his core when he sees each of them as naked as he and walking awkwardly due to the fact that every single one of them had a massive erection. The bound wolf gives a soft yelp and blushes deeply the insides of his pointed ears glowing red hot as does the skin under the silken fur on his face, his eyes hurriedly turning down so he wasn't looking at them, having never seen another male's shaft before and feeling instantly embarrassed and ashamed at having seen theirs.

Karin grins gloriously and feels his cock throb when the bound wolf yelps like a pup and looks down when he sees them, wondering if the slut knew what was in store for him yet, or if he had just never seen another male's cock before. When the slut blushes he decides it must be because he had never seen another male's dick, the captured wolf was only young and it was possible that he had never even mated with female. If that was the case, and if he was entirely a virgin, then it would make it that much easier to control him.

Vykk keeps his eyes lowered when the Slavers stop in front of him, torn between looking up to them and growling defiantly and keeping his eyes down so he didn't have to look at them naked. His face was melting in humiliation as he could smell each male's arousal; it filled his head and made it buzz a little. The scent of arousal, either male or female always affected young wolves in the same way and Vykk had to shut his eyes tightly and fight to ignore it if he didn't want himself to become aroused by it.

He burrowed back to the fact that these Slavers had killed his Pack, his mate and had taken everything from him and that worked, it filled his heart with anger and made him instantly look up to them and snarl and growl as best he could from behind the muzzle and tug frantically at the chains. He no longer cared if they were trying to humiliate him before killing him; he wouldn't show shame and curbed his curiosity and embarrassment when he saw the other males were running their paws shamelessly up and down their rock hard cocks.

Karin stops in front of the bound wolf and started to rub his cock to full hardness along with the others. He was already ragingly hard and after brushing his paw up and down his length a few times he was dripping pre-cum, as were the others after a few minutes. He wasn't quite sure how to go about this, he wanted to be the first to break bitch's ass but he also wanted to be able to look into his eyes as he was taken and broken for the first time.

He had therefore decided to let the jackal have his ass first, as the jackal's equipment wasn't very large at all as his build was only small and so would ensure the slave stayed tight for him and it would also let him take the slut's mouth and be able to look into his eyes when he realised what he was going to be made into.

"This is going to be glorious." Thinks Karin to himself as he looks to the jackal and points him behind the bound wolf, the small canine grinned hideously and eagerly obeyed. Karin leans over the lupine at his feet as if checking to make sure the bonds were still fast but leans down near the wolf's ear and gives a whispering series of growls and barks, speaking to him in their native, feral language "Well, hello there."

Karin leans back just a little as the slut suddenly snarled and fought against the chains, trying to reply but the muzzle around his head prevents it. "Still feisty I see, good, that will put on a good show for every one. Have you figured out what is going on yet bitch?"

Vykk's eyes grow wide as he looks up to the slaver over him, his yellow and totally innocent eyes telling Karin that he didn't understand what was going on one bit. Karin grins and flicks his tongue against the tip of Vykk's ear, making it twitch and flick. "It's simple. You belong to us now. You are our pet. You are our bitch."

Karin feels Vykk struggle in a fury again, just crouching out of reach and laughing cruelly until the bound wolf's already limited energy ran out. "That's a good bitch; that is your name now, bitch, get used to it, and learn to respond to it." says Karin with another lick to Vykk's ear. "Now bitch, get ready to be broken."

Vykk gives a whimper after the wolf slaver stands up again and steps around in front of him, much to the cheers of the rest of the Slavers watching. Even Gheran was sitting forward in His 'throne' and rubbing a huge paw up and down His groin, wondering if He should send for another slut to play with during the show. Vykk looks up to Karin as defiantly as he could, but now his heart had frozen into a soil lump, realising now why they hadn't killed him yet. They didn't intend to kill him; they intended to use him for their pleasure. And Karin could see the fear and humiliation, and gloried in it. This is what he loved more than anything else in the world.

With a signal to the jackal, both canines stepped forward and got ready to break in the Party's new whore. The jackal placed his small paws on bitch's backside and slowly spread his cheeks, revealing a tiny and obviously virgin tailhole.

Gripping the slut's hips firmly the jackal places the head of his shaft against the warm entrance which twitched and flexed in response, tightening up even more and making the jackal wonder if he would actually fit his cock into the slut's ass. Karin in turn reached down and gripped bitch's chin in his paw and tilted his head back at the same time as moving forward, the tip of his dripping cock actually touching the dark lips of the slut under him, which were forced open by the cruel muzzle.

Vykk whimpers helplessly as he feels something hot, hard and wet press against his tailhole, starting to look around behind him before a paw reaches down and grips him by the chin, forcing his head back and his eyes bulging when he sees the wolf slaver standing over him, with his cock, against his very mouth.

Karin's other paw moves and grips the back of bitch's head by his short fur, forcing the bound slut to look up at him with those eyes that were full of disgrace, humiliation and innocence.

Both canines pushed forward at the same time, but it wasn't a fast thrust by any means. The jackal pushed forward almost agonisingly slowly, spreading the tight, thoroughly virgin tailhole of the bound wolf under him gradually around his small but incredibly hard cock. At the same time Karin pushes forward at a snail's pace, as if dipping his shaft into bitch's mouth to check for any dangers. Which was partly the case, he was testing the strength of the muzzle locked around the other wolf's snout, breathing an inward sigh of relief when bitch bites down hard and gives an indistinct growl of fury and humiliation at the feel of the other wolf's smooth cock resting on his tongue.

Vykk struggles frantically against his bonds at the excrutiating pain of the jackal's cock breaking into his ass, having never experienced anything like it, thinking at any moment that he would split in half, not knowing that the jackal's dick was almost laughable in comparison to the rest of the Slavers'. But the pain wasn't half as bad as the humiliation of anther male taking him, and to make it worse yet another male was now forcing him to suck his cock, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He gets so desperate that he looks up to the wolf above him and gives a muffled, pleading yowl to try and get him to stop, not realising that that was exactly what the wolf Slaver wanted to see.

Karin sighs with pleasure as he sinks his cock into bitch's mouth, hearing the bound slut growling at him to stop before the sound abruptly stops; obviously now feeling the jackal forcing his small cock into his ass. Karin then glories in the look in bitch's eyes when he looks up at him and gives a growl of delight and smug satisfaction when bitch yowls like that. It sounded like bitch was begging Karin to stop, but that was only going to make him even more aroused.

The jackal grits his fangs with pleasure so intense it was almost pain at the feel of bitch's ass gripping his cock so tightly. It was like pushing his dick into an incredibly hot and soft vice, he had never felt anything like it and growled with bliss as he sinks his entire cock into bitch's furry rump, feeling the bound wolf struggle desperately all the way until he finally sagged.

At the same time as bitch sags Karin grips his head, forcing him to keep looking him in the eye and just as the jackal starts to pull out again Karin forces his cock down bitch's virgin throat, making him gag horribly and thrash in his restraints, only making it harder for himself to take the thick lupine cock, which caused Karin to buck forward further, almost yelping at how tight he was.

Vykk looked up to the wolf above him with wide, frightened eyes when He forces his head back so that their gazes were locked. Vykk was used to fighting, he was used to being hurt, but he had never experienced anything like this and he was scared. He had never even mated with a female.

His mate to be was meant to be his first. They had started courting by rubbing themselves against one another, licking each other in intimate areas and sleeping beside each other, she had even on a couple of occasions when in heat displayed herself to him by lifting her tail high, spreading her thighs and slowly swaying her sex back and forth toward him whilst yowling seductively. But it had all been part of the courtship and although it had taken a great deal of willpower they had both refrained from mating.

Now he was being forced, and with not one but two males. He was revolted to his core at the feel of the jackal's smooth cock sliding up his tailhole then being pulled back again, but the taste and feel of the other wolf's dick in his mouth was actually starting to bring him into heat. Despite everything he was becoming aroused, and Karin noticed this, his smile changing to a triumphant smirk.

Vykk didn't understand what was happening to him, why the taste and feel of cock in his mouth was starting to make him squirm, and that confusion only fuelled his fear, and also his heat. The wolf slaver leans down a little, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, feeding his cock to the bound slut beneath him, not missing the way bitch's tongue was gently curling around his thickness or the way he started to suck lightly on his dick as he whispered in their native language. 'Oh, that's a good bitch. You like it don't you, My little whore. You like being fucked up the ass and in the mouth. You love the taste and feel of My cock down your throat.'

Vykk whimpers in humiliation and tries to shake his head but Karin's grip was too strong. He felt like crying for the first time since he was a pup, being so helpless was almost too much to bare, so was what the wolf was saying to him and in response his tongue stops moving over the underside of his dick.

But it wasn't long before it started moving again and before he knew what he was doing Vykk was actually sucking on Karin's cock, his throat massaging the thick length of muscle. For some reason concentrating on sucking his dick helped him ignore the pain of the jackal taking him from behind and so he poured his efforts into sucking off the wolf that was raping his muzzle deciding it was the lesser of two evils.

Karin starts to fondle bitch's ears approvingly when he realizes what he is doing and makes a signal to the jackal fucking bitch's ass. The jackal looks up after a few minutes later as for a while he was so intent on raping the bound wolf that he was in a world of his own. But eventually he sees Karin giving the signal to slow down and obeys, albeit reluctantly. This was Karin's show and so he had to do what the other Slaver said and after a few minutes the jackal actually started to prefer taking bitch at a slower pace.

Gheran was now painfully hard from watching the show and He had sent for a slave to suck His cock whilst He watched. The girl was on her knees between His legs and eagerly sucking on His dick, wanting to please Him so that maybe He would sell her to the Male she wanted to be with but Gheran could only think about the new whore that was being broken.

The Chief ached to just run over to the bound slut, cut his bonds then drag him by his scruff back to His hut before making him pleasure Him. But He knew that would have to wait, His men had to be satisfied first. Of course after they had had their fun, bitch would be all His and He would do just what He fantasised about. He couldn't wait to break the wolf in and turn him into His new kitten. Every Slaver and Free person knew that a slave called a 'kitten' was another name for 'slut'. He always loved calling His whores kittens, especially the canid ones, it made their humiliation even more intense and by what He was now seeing, bitch would be a great kitten indeed.

Karin was grinning from ear to pointed ear as he continued to slide his cock down bitch's throat, his heavy sac resting under the other wolf's chin, seeing the slut's eyes are wet either by tears or because his eyes were watering from never having something down his throat before. But bitch was actually sucking his cock now and so he continued to fondle his ears, telling the jackal to be gentler with bitch by way of a reward for sucking him so well.

"I told everyone what a good slut you would be, I am glad you haven't let Me down. If you are good, obedient and submissive, you will be treated like a good pet and receive pleasure, a warm basket in a cage to sleep in and as many chances to suck cock and be fucked as you want, and believe Me bitch, you will soon beg to be fucked and beg for the chance to suck cock as it will be the only pleasure you will be allowed. If you try to fight and resist Us, well, We will not kill you, but that is only so We can make every second of your life a pain-filled nightmare. We have had many slaves to practice Our torture skills on and We can keep a slut alive for years and years whilst extracting the maximum amount of pain. So be good and We will treat you like the slutty little whore you are deep down. Be bad and your screams will ring in your ears for the rest of your life, if We choose to leave you your ears that is."

Vykk's eyes widened as he whimpered, expecting to wake up at any second, however the pain he was feeling let him know this was no nightmare.

The scariest thing for him though was not the fact that he was being raped, but that he could feel his own cock was growing and hardening, that he was curling his tongue around the wolf's cock and sucking on him lightly and most frightening of all was the pleasure that he was now feeling under his tail. The jackal's hot, throbbing cock sliding wetly back and forth in his ass was actually starting to feel good; his tailhole was beginning to rhythmically grip the smooth dick and his body starting to twist a little against his bonds when the jackal's cock rubbed against a certain spot inside him.

Vykk gives a soft, almost silent whimper of pleasure, but it wasn't quiet enough, Karin heard it and tilted his head back, giving a delighted howl of pleasure and victory as he pushes his hips forward, burying his cock down bitch's throat before finally releasing. He had been holding himself back for a long time now, but that soft sound of pleasure that bitch had given was enough to tip him over the edge. It had started; the new wolf slave was becoming a slut.

The Slaver shudders and grips bitch's head roughly as he cums hard, his cock thickening and hardening in the slut's throat before his thick cum shoots straight into bitch's stomach. Vykk's eyes widen when he feels something hot filling his stomach, having a very clear idea of just what it was and desperately trying to pull back to avoid swallowing the other wolf's cum, but there was nothing he could do, the Slaver's grip was hard and he was forced to swallow all he was fed. But Karin was not done with bitch's humiliation yet, about half way through his orgasm he started to pull back, purposefully coating the inside of the bound wolf's mouth with his cockslime, some of his foamy semen spilling from bitch's lips before he extracts his cock completely from bitch's sucking mouth and sprays the last of his cum over the whore's face, until it was literally dripping from his chin, the Slaver's scent becoming ingrained into his fur.

Upon seeing this two things happened at the same time. Firstly the entire audience laughed and cheered in delight at the first sign of the new slut being broken. And secondly the sight of bitch being humiliated like that made the jackal loose his own struggle to hold back his orgasm and his cock flared inside bitch's ass, thickening and hardening even more and giving a yelp when the wolf's ass clenches down hard, either in secret pleasure or defeat, most likely both. It didn't matter, either way the sensation of bitch's tailhole squeezing his cock like that made the jackal blast his cum into the bound wolf beneath him, gripping the furred hips so hard that the slut yowls in protest.

Vykk yowls in pain when he feels the jackal's paws gripping his hips like that, making him try and pull away but his bonds prevent him and he can do nothing to stop the jackal's cum flowing into his ass or his tailhole sucking, almost milking his cock in what could be interpreted as a hungry way.

Gheran leans forward when He sees Karin cum over the new kitten's face and chuckles in amusement when he squirms to try and get away as the jackal cums in his ass, leaving the bound wolf panting heavily through the slave muzzle with cum soaking the fur on his face and running down the backs of his thighs when the jackal pulls his cock out with a slick sucking sound and a grunt of pleasure. The Chief of the Slavers had cum down the girl's throat long ago and she was now curled up on His lap, but even over her lustful scent He could smell the arousal in the air, every one of His men wanted a piece of the new slut and He knew His soon to be kitten would be in very high demand from now on.

But that didn't matter, ultimately the Band would tire of the kitten to be and then, then he would be all His. Of course He would still have to share the little whore whenever His men wanted him, but for the most time bitch would be His personal slut...it was about time He had a kitten again, and the wolf slave was the perfect choice for the position.

The thoughts of the degrading, humiliating and pleasurable things that He was going to do to bitch made Gheran shift a little, awaiting the time that bitch would be knelt next to His throne on a leash, just waiting for His command to pleasure Him or any Other of the Band. The thought of bitch being His willing kitten made the tiger shift again, the girl on his lap stirring as she felt the Chief's cock hardening under her once more, looking up to Him with a coy smile, starting to rub herself down against Him again wantonly...

Vykk remains on all fours panting heavily, his yellow eyes closed, shuddering in revulsion as he feels the jackal pull his cock out and then whimpering in humiliation when he feels his cum escaping his abused and no longer virgin ass. But yet his cock was rock hard and dripping precum. He couldn't explain why, but toward the end the feeling of cock in his mouth, throat and tailhole was starting to make him whimper and shiver in pleasure and that thought scared him. He didn't have time to reflect on what just happened though because Karin reached down and gripped him by the back of his head, yanking it back hard so Vykk had to look up at the wolf Slaver standing over him, his cum still covering his face.

Karin smirks as he looks down into the bound wolf's eyes, seeing they were full of defeat, misery and fear. "You look good with cum on your face bitch. Good thing too, because I suspect you will be wearing it most of the time."

He laughs at his own words before speaking again. "That was good, I hope you enjoyed your first fucking, but don't worry, that was only light and gentle, and the cock in your ass was so small, next you will take My nice, big cock and you will truly moan in pleasure you little whore." To emphasise the point Karin grips his own cock with his free paw and teasingly rubs the thick tip over the wolf's nose and lips, making sure the scent of his cum was ingrained into bitch's mind.

Vykk could do nothing but whimper pleadingly for them all to stop but he knew it was pointless, he knew what was happening and he could see no way out of was still to come. "Oh, by the way bitch. I think it is fair to tell you that everyone that is going to fuck you tonight has taken a wonderful little potion. It takes a while to work, but its effects are so worth it. If you take the potion, then fuck and cum inside someone, then that person will gradually start to hunger and crave your cum and if you fuck and breed them enough they will become addicted to it."

The wolf Slaver traces the sleek head of his cock over bitch's lips as he speaks, smearing precum over them and shivering a little in pleasure. "So when I said you would soon beg to suck cock and to be fucked, I wasn't lying, you will see, by the time We are finished you will be the biggest cock slut this Gang has ever known, because everyone is going to take the potion before they fuck you!"

Vykk shakes his head in total disbelief at what the Slaver was telling him, his mind racing. "It couldn't be true, could it? There couldn't really be a potion that did that. But, but if there was..."

Karin grins horribly as he sees bitch's eyes betray what he is thinking, the new wolf slave being as easy to read as parchment. "Believe Me bitch, its true. But I have been generous enough with information for you, now you will go back to all you are good for, getting fucked...and I'm going next."

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