Shadow 's Blood: Chapter 1 Beginnings
This story contains element of rape and was written with an adult audience in mind. By continuing to read you obviously agree that doing so is completely legal for you (legal age, etc.), also you agree not to bitch with no reason against this story. It's not like I'm forcing you to read it...
On the flip side as this is my first story I would love to hear ways to improve this, leave your comments and I will take them to heart. Finally I think it only fair to point out that the actual sex part of this story is brief. I focused more on character development because I hope to continue writing this series.
Enjoy!
KnightofWolf
Shadow's Blood
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Smile Secondary was a large, rectangular, grey building situated downtown, and although it did not provoke many smiles, it was a normal secondary school filled with normal furs, all eager to leave their classes and hang out with their friends. When the bell at the end of school rang, naturally, a rush of furs spilled out the doors and into the front grounds, which was really just a paved wasteland of broken basketball nets. They were so preoccupied with their rush to put as much distance between them and this hellhole they didn't notice a fur shaped shadow perched on top of a nearby roof.
This shadow was looking for a particular fur among the many that had just exited the school. This being no small task he decided to draw slightly from his power to help him find his target. Closing his eyes, he reached out with his power and felt around. For around a minute he sat like that until he felt a power so strong it was almost painful to feel, a similar idea as to when you look towards the sun. He opened his eyes to spot a young vixen looking around as if someone had called her name. The shadow quickly stepped behind a conveniently placed chimney. 'The girl does not even know her own power' he thought to himself as the vixen decided to continue on her walk home.
She quickly left the school yard and began to walk on the dark streets that surrounded the school. Due to her youth and her appearance she earned many looks from some of the desperate furs that lined the street. She had done this before though so she was not troubled by this, except she felt something different this time, something bad and as the shadow leaped to an adjacent roof, so did he. As he landed he quickly scanned the furs surrounding his target, when he noticed them, three furs, two dark furred wolves, and surprisingly a German Shepherd. Whether they knew it or not it was the girl's power that drew them to her. They carried a wretched look about them; the clothes they wore were frayed and full of holes and they carried many scars.
Suddenly someone tried to contact the shadow. A voice sounded within his head, 'How goes the mission?' said the voice. 'She is much more powerful then I was led to believe' stated the shadow, momentarily distracted. 'So you have found her... do not lose her, bring her in for initiation and training' ordered the voice. 'Yes Master' the shadow agreed. The contact slowly slipped from his mind. He scanned the ground, searching for the young vixen but not being able to see her, frantically he also searched for the three furs that had been following her, and they also could not be found. The shadow started to panic.
While the shadow had been communicating with his master, the vixen, whose name is Krystal, spotted the three furs following her, and got an uneasy feeling in her stomach. She quickly attempted to lose them by slipping into an alley, however they saw her, and contemplated their fortune. Attempting to lose pursuers by hiding yourself from public view is a rookie mistake, it is unlikely they would have tried anything while there were many people watching, but hidden in an alleyway, they could do as they pleased. By the time Krystal realized her error it was far too late. She started to run, but the wolves and the Shepherd were much faster and she was quickly caught. One of the dark furred wolves put his claw to her throat. "One sound and your dead" he growled. The other wolf busted in a side door to an old garage so they would not be found and Krystal was brought inside and thrown to the floor.
The Shepherd ran his paw down her neck until he reached her breast, which he stared to fondle. As Krystal realized their intentions she started to struggle but she could not break free, a tear slipped unnoticed down her cheek. "Get these useless rags off of her" the Shepherd's voice was full of lust. "Please, no..." sobbed Krystal, but it did not stop a dirty claw from one of the wolves quickly ripping off Krystal's top and bra, leaving her breasts exposed and her nipples quickly becoming hard in the cold air. "Yes," snarled the wolf "you look much better like this..." Krystal tried to scream but found her supply of air quickly cut off the second a sound came out of her throat. "No one must find us before we are finished with you, so no more sounds" threatened the wolf with his paw around her throat. A pair of paws began to fondle her breasts while another started to take off her jeans, almost gently slipping her tail from its hole. Her pink panties went next, not so gently, they were sliced by a lustful claw of one of the wolves. The next place those panties went were in her mouth, a makeshift gag. After this was done she was completely naked, her most private parts sat exposed for all to see. This caused a smile to form at the lips of the Shepherd as he pulled out his already hard dick and shoved it hard into Krystal's virgin pussy. Krystal attempted to scream as she was filled for the first time by a hard canine cock. Luckily her body had gone against her wishes and she was slightly wet when she was entered, saving herself from a more serious injury. "Hey, this whore is already wet" the Shepherd laughed "You're such a fucking little slut". The wolves waited impatiently for their turn as the Shepherd continued to pound Krystal's soft pussy. They pulled out their cocks and started to jack off at the sight in front of them. Soon after the Shepherd's balls started to twitch and he bit down on Krystal's ear. Then suddenly his knot was inflating and he was filling Krystal's pussy with hot canine cum. The pleasure was so extreme that the Shepherd pulled his head up, causing part of Krystal's ear to come with him. Krystal nearly blacked out as her body jerked and spasmed with the pain. As he was waiting for his knot to deflate the Shepherd came to what he thought was a genius decision as he flipped himself and Krystal over and said "Fuck her in her ass, hard, she won't care when we're finished with her." to the wolves. The one who had put his claw to Krystals throat quickly moved her tail and mounted her, starting to push his dick into Krystal's ass. Krystal was crying and trying to scream at the pain of such a huge dick slowly being pushed into her. The wolf slowly began trying to thrust into her, howling at the pleasure he got from her tight ass resisting his entrance.
Suddenly the large garage door exploded into millions of shards; which unnaturally all flew into the wolf that was fucking her ass and he fell out of her, dead. The Shepherd quickly ripped his knot from Krystal's pussy, which was now leaking cum and blood on the floor. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" screamed the panicked Shepherd. A white wolf seemed to drop from the sky in front of the newly opened garage, leaving a crater where he landed. "How DARE you!" the white wolf snarled. He stretched out his hand towards the other wolf and a ball of force seemed to fly from his fingers, breaking the wolf's neck and sending him flying through the wooden garage wall. The Shepherd having seen this started to back away "What are you!?" he asked. The white wolf would never pass up such an opportunity, and with a smile he said "your worst nightmare." The Shepherd tried to run but was stopped as the white wolf snapped his fingers causing the Shepherd to go up like a torch; his fur was just fuel for the fire. The Shepherd screamed for a few moments before he suddenly stopped and fell to he ground, quite dead. The smell of burnt fur spread throughout the room as the white wolf tried to go help Krystal. With all the strength she had left, she spit the panties out of her mouth and tried to crawl away screaming and dripping blood and cum all over the floor. She made it a little ways and heard "Wait! I'm here to h..." before she passed out. With a sigh, the white wolf picked her up and began the long walk home.
Krystal's rescuer sat at her bedside, assuring all the healing charms were still functioning. They were in the spare room of the white wolf's basement. It was a small dimly lit orange room; the only things in it were the bed, a bedside table, a lamp, and a stool. After Krystal had fallen unconscious the white wolf had brought her here, it was a safe spot. He believed that she should be at full strength before she underwent the trials of initiation. He brushed a loving paw across her cheek, such a young girl to go through such a hardship. 'Do not form any unnecessary attachments Richard...' The voice inside his head startled him back into the conversation he had been having with his master. 'Sorry master. Anyways as I was saying, she should be fine again in the next few days, she has recovered remarkably fast since last night. The only thing that bothers me is that she is still unconscious.' Richard Shadow, the white wolf, responded. 'Do not worry, it will soon pass. Her mind underwent more hardships then her body during the incident.' and with that his masters presence slipped from his mind. Slowly Krystal began to stir. With Richard staring intently at her Krystal slowly opened her eyes. Suddenly she sprang up, and as the memories from last night came seeping in, she reached up to touch her ear, only to find that the tip had indeed been ripped off. As she started to register her surroundings she started to panic, Richard quickly stepped in "Shhhhhhh... It's ok I brought you here to heal, we're in my house, do you remember me?" As Krystal looked up to see the white wolf from last night, in her mind some sort of daemon, she fainted. With another sigh Richard set off to make breakfast.
Krystal woke up to the smell of eggs frying. Memories started to return before she could block them out: the garage door shattering, the face of that white wolf who had killed her attackers... She quickly snapped herself out of it; it would do her no good to pass out again. Ignoring her body's protests she pulled herself out of bed and quickly discovered she had no clothes on. I'm in a strange house, and I'm naked. I was just raped and I feel like I was just dragged through a field of shit ... Fuck. She thought to herself. However she was rapidly growing hungry and eventually her stomach overpowered her sense of caution. Her clothes nowhere to be found; she grabbed the sheets from the bed and draped them around her, like some sort of bizarre robe. She went and opened the door, discovering, to her surprise, that it wasn't locked. Slowly, she began to climb the set of stairs before her.
A smile came to Richards muzzle as he heard the familiar creak of the stairs. "Who... Who are you? Where are we?" the sing song sound of a scared female vixen resonated from behind him.
"I am me, and your savior; as to where we are... We are here, and here is safe."
"Safe for who?"
"Both of us I suppose, you in particular" Richard responded with a shrug, still with his back to her. He liked this vixen, she had spirit. Most furs wouldn't have had the guts to talk to him after seeing him use his power... especially in his house... and not knowing where they were... after just being raped... Yes, he liked this vixen. With a dexterous flick of the wrist he managed to flip the eggs onto a plate. "Breakfast is served..." said Richard as he gracefully placed the eggs on a table. Seeing the fear in Krystal's eyes Richard took a few steps away. Slowly, without letting her eyes leave him, Krystal approached the steaming eggs. "If you truly mean me no harm, I'm going to need some clothes." Krystal whispered with her mouth full.
With a laugh Richard took in her outfit for the first time "Yes, yes I suppose you will..." Still fearful but more relaxed the vixen finished her eggs.
After breakfast Richard went to his room and managed to find an old pair of jeans, a worn out t-shirt and a sweatshirt that had eventually become too small for him that might fit Krystal. They were a bit big on her, but she felt better having a layer of protection between her and the outside world. As she was trying them on in her temporary room Richard's master again contacted him 'I have consulted with the other members of the council and they have allowed you three days to help her recover, they don't want a broken initiate.' Richard grew angry as the words began to form in his mind 'Thanks to MY mistake she underwent a hardship that could have been avoided. The amount mental stress she has been under... I believe she should be allowed a month.' His master was slow to respond 'Richard, you know better then to question the decision of the council. However, in normal circumstances you would be right. This case on the other hand is special. You have obviously spoken to her, so you must have seen that she is not behaving how rape victims normally do'. Richard had noted how she seemed relatively fine considering what she had been through. 'This is because power users have a stronger mental resistance then normal furs, their minds have to have it otherwise they would become insane as they learned to control their power.' Richard's master continued 'Situations like this have arrived before, and in every case but one, within twelve hours of the incident, whether or not they were asleep, they were back to normal function. Consider the three days a blessing, normally it would have been one.' With that the presence disappeared.
This was an interesting turn of events; Richard had been preparing himself for a month of tough counselling, long nights, and suicide watch. Krystal had been in there a long time Richard absently noticed. He quietly cracked open the door to make sure she was okay and spotted her fully dressed sitting on the bed. Fully opening the door Richard stepped in. Krystal looked up slowly "Am I a prisoner here?"
Richard took a moment to respond "...no"
"Am I free to leave as I please?"
Richard was even slower this time "... no"
Krystal nodded and stood up "How long do you intend to keep me here?"
"For the next three days"
"Why?"
"...I...I can't actually tell you that..."
"Figures..."
"You seem to be quite talkative considering your age and the situation you find yourself in."
"Being a mute idiot wouldn't help me get out of here, would it?"
Richard took a deep breath and left the room. He didn't know what he had expected, but he hadn't expected that. Every ounce of training he had received to prepare him for this moment had not taken an intelligent, reasonable, and definitely NOT scared captive into account. However, he liked that, Krystal was interesting. Definitely not some scared shitless little girl; on top of that she was gorgeous... Richard stopped his train of thought.
Krystal heard a click then his footsteps on the stairs as he left. Part of her just wanted to break down into tears. She was scared, more scared then she had ever been in her life. That part of her mind just wanted to go back to her old life, her home, her family. Before now she had wanted to live an adventure just to see what it was like, that was no longer the case. Strangely there was another part of her, a stronger, unfamiliar part, which kept her from crying. This part was all that had kept Krystal from breaking down into hysterical convulsions. This part kept her thinking straight, shutting off all the painful memories. Now, this part let some of the memories through; tears started to flow from her eyes, her body curled up and she let the darkness overtake her.
He needed to get out of the house; he was starting to grow too fond of the captive. That would not help him once the initiation began. He locked the door to Krystal's room and headed up the stairs and out the front door. He stood on a dirt road in the middle of a forest, about an hour long walk from the outskirts of the city. Behind him was the sturdy 'log cabin' he called home. In reality this log cabin was the size of a decent one story house, not including the basement room. Needing to blow off some steam the white wolf began to run.