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Lexi didn't pass out. Somehow, she kept her consciousness. Her vision went black several times, but she remained awake. He branded both of her flanks, each one taking her to the brink. Agony still pulsed through her, centered around each of them. Already, her body was drenched in sweat, the pain making her work hard. Her hair hung down below her face, shrouding her vision, and she could do nothing to stop it.

Just as she thought it was over, a lance of pain spurted through her ear, something cool and metal keeping the new hole open. "Just a ring to show your position," the rabbit explained, his voice downright cheery now.

Lexi shuddered, tears leaking down her cheeks, breathing slowly to try and keep herself stable. It hurt, hurt so bad. She would kill him if she got out of here, she could do it too, she'd just have to be clever about it.

Fuck. She couldn't concentrate on that right now, a little busy with the pain. From behind her, she could feel the rabbit hold the hair off her neck. She heard a small click, and another cool, circle of metal surrounded her neck. A collar. Should have expected that. She groaned and shook her head, trying to deny the bondage.

But the rabbit didn't care. Another click, and she could barely make out a leash hanging from her collar. With a grunt of his own, the rabbit lifted the stocks and untied the rope around her tail. The rods keeping her hooves together followed, but she didn't even have the energy to move. Everything hurt too much, and even breathing sent a pulse of pain into her flanks.

A tug of the leash brought her head up, but she sagged back into the stocks, unmoving. The rabbit tutted and gave another jerk. "Come now. If you stay, you'll make me think you want another brand," he taunted. He would probably want to give her another.

Somehow, Lexi managed to get to her hooves, standing slumped and hunched over. "Come along." That same order, the one that infuriated her to the core. He tugged her leash, threatening to drag her along if she didn't follow.

Her hooves were unsteady, slow, but she managed to walk. "S-slow down. Can't walk," she rasped out, swallowing to try and return some liquid to her throat. Her screaming had dried it out, cracked it.

"Then crawl."

Lexi's eye twitched, but she stayed silent. She walked, forcing herself to stay upright through pride alone. The same stupid halls went by agonizingly slow, each step making the agony burn all the harder, threatening to make her collapse.

The two entered through a secluded door at the end of one of the hallways. Lexi could have praised her gods that they finally stopped, her legs quivering with each step. The rabbit pushed Lexi inside, forcing her through. She found herself in a bedroom, darkly decorated. The floor was the same hardwood, but a plush, thick rug lay under the bed. The bed itself was a masterpiece of work, well crafted from rich mahogany, actual mattress thick and covered with fluffed blankets and silk sheets. A light canopy had been pulled to the side, temporarily revealing the bulk of it, but it could just as easily hide it away.

The rest of the room didn't seem as important somehow. Dressers, bedside furniture, whatever. Most importantly, a figure sat on the bed. Vaguely, Lexi felt as if she should recognize him. The first thing she noticed was his fur - dark grey all over, vicious looking claws twinkling in the dim light.

Almost offensively, he lounged on the bed, reading a book and dressed only in a dark red dressing gown. He looked up at their entry and smiled wide, showing off the his fangs. "Welcome, welcome!"

While he talked, the rabbit forced her to the ground, being kind enough to have her kneel on the plush rug rather than the wood. She looked up, doing her best to be defiant. The wolf stood from the bed, walking around in front of her. Silently, the rabbit handed over the leash, bowed and took his leave.

"I see my butler has already taken care of your introduction." He noted, scanning her body. He didn't look lecherous, surprisingly. He certainly took extra care to look at her most embarrassing of areas, but otherwise was almost a gentleman. He winced as his eyes fell onto the brands, shaking his head. "Dreadful business, those must hurt something fierce," he said, as he took his seat once again at the edge of the bed, leaning back against it.

Words, angry, hateful, damning all came to Lexi's head, but fear buried them deep. Instead, Lexi slowly mustered up the courage to talk, still glaring at the stupid wolf. "Why?" she asked, the simple question meaning so much.

The wolf looked down at her, his grin slowly fading. "You won't like what I tell you," he warned. He sighed and shook his head, crouching low and getting on her level. "You're a slave. Your kind are meant for that. Yours are prey, just like the butler, just like all of the maids. You were made to serve, and serve you will.

"I'm going to touch. I'm a mage and will make your brands stop hurting quite so badly. Consider it a show of good faith, and an expectation of obedience. Do you understand?"

Contempt flared in Lexi. Prey? She would show him prey. She snarled, but- With a slow, calm breath, she steadied herself down. An offer to heal her? She would take it. All the better to run away with. All the better to fight back. She nodded her head.

The wolf clapped his hands together, smiling. "Excellent!" One of them reached forward, settling on her shoulder. At once, a rush of blue magic flared into her, the pain dissolving away near instantly. An ache remained, but the blinding agony faded away. Thank the goddesses, she could finally think.

He looked at her, expectantly. She knew what he wanted, and with a great deal of effort she could do it. "Thank you," she mumbled, dropping her gaze and avoiding his eyes. How awful it was to thank someone for a basic kindness.

"Good girl." The wolf stood again, leaning back against the bed frame. "For future reference, you will finish all your statements addressed to me with 'Master'. Up, pet," he ordered, giving a little yank on the leash.

That now familiar anger came back, but she suppressed it. She should be no one's pet, no one's! With a sigh, she stood, her arms still crossed across her chest.

"Arms to your side."

With a whispered curse, she dropped her arms to her side, revealing her body fully for the first time to her new Master. She was petite, even for a doe. The wolf stood taller than her by a full foot, and she didn't have much of a chest either, but the rest of her body was shapely, well proportioned, and downright beautiful. A curse for her, right now.

Yet, surprisingly, the wolf frowned. "Expected you to have more for breasts," he noted, with evident disappointment. "You'll do. You know, you're a lucky one. Your life here won't be bad, for the most part.

"As long as you obey, things will be fine. But, you have to obey when I say it, and how I say it. Do not hesitate. Do not disobey. It will hurt sometimes. It'll even hurt a lot. I'm going to take you in every different way, and others will get to use you as well. You'll accept it, and eventually you may even ask for it."

As if.

"That's it. You don't have to cook or clean, or help with the other staff. Your only job is to be rutted." The way he said it sounded like he wanted her to be happy with that, yet it only depressed her further. That would be her only goal in life? To be fucked? At least the others would have things to get them away from this monster. "The rest of your time can be spent as you please, though you will be confined for a fair amount of it. I'm glad we could have this talk,he finished, a thin smile returning to his lips.

Talk. More like a lecture, really. "What if I don't want to have sex with you?" she asked, quietly.

The smile disappeared instantly, and he jerked the leash. She couldn't even catch herself, though her fall was thankfully cushioned by the rug. "Too bad. You'll do as you're told. There will be punishments, and between you and me? I hope you misbehave. I want to see you squirm," he mumbled, something evil lurking in his voice. He yanked the leash again, pulling her back into the same sitting position as before, stressing her already sore neck.

Lexi glowered; she had thought the pain over after being healed, but yet, here was her friend once more. She breathed deeply, trying to return her fast beating heart to a normal rhythm. Too much at once, way too much. She needed to calm down. At the least, she could be grateful it wasn't the damn hard wood.

"What do you say?"

She had a great many things to say, actually. None of them very kind. She swallowed her pride. "I'll do what you want, Master." She spat the last word with venom, with a clear hatred of everything it represented. But it satisfied him, and for her, that was enough.

The wolf walked behind her, giving a yank. Unlike the rabbit, he didn't even give an order. He simply expected her to follow.

And she followed. She hated herself, but she followed without a fuss, back into those confusing, seemingly never ending halls. And after being so mercilessly beat and branded, she had grown tired of walking. Lexi just wanted to rest, just wanted to lay down for a while and try to relax. Yet, with the constant burning, even though it had long since dulled, she didn't know how that would be possible.

Their journey wasn't long. Inside yet another door - Lexi was getting really tired of the layout of this house - a dining hall awaited them. The table stretched long and wide, clearly designed for hosting banquets and celebrations. For some reason, that disgusted Lexi. How dare he be successful yet such a dreadful, terrible person?

He led them to the head of the table, taking the most extravagant, fancy seat of them all. She started to take one beside of him, but he shook his head and gave a yank of the leash. He pointed to the ground, drawing Lexi's attention to a cushion on the floor, right in front of a bright, red, dog bowl.

Lexi glared, blushing pink. Another yank brought her to her knees, and she reluctantly took her position on the cushion, her neck honestly already started to feel bruised. The constant yanking hurt, hurt like a bitch. "Like your seat?" he asked, a teasing smile on his muzzle..

Lexi's hands balled into fists, but she controlled herself. "Yes, Master," she intoned, voice almost completely emotionless. A life of courtship woes had taught her how to keep her emotions out of her voice. Perhaps all of that would mean something here. Or, at least mean enough to keep her head on her shoulders.

"Good girl," her Master praised. It suddenly struck her that she didn't even know his name. She hadn't known the name of the butler either. Did it really matter, either? Saying those words would probably get her beaten. Or some other, much worse punishment.

Lexi took the kneeling position, resting her hands on her knees and looking down. She could at least get comfortable on the cushion, right? Strictly speaking, the bed was pretty comfortable. Thicker than any pillow she'd ever owned, and the fabric just as soft as the smoothest silk. It almost felt like she sat on a cloud. Maybe that wouldn't be that bad. A hand touched her hair, softly petting her.

Okay, maybe it could be that bad. Her eye twitched and she looked towards her Master, his eyes twinkling with amusement. His own stare reminded her to be good, silent but demanding.

Lexi growled, deep in her throat, low and angry. If only. To be fair, Lexi wouldn't have a shot against him in the wild. Her Master would tear her to pieces, his natural advantage too far beyond anything she could bring to the table. And beyond that, he had access to magic, tipping the scales all the more. She had no chance against him, to even think of escaping, she'd have to be stealthy. On the bright side, she could be stealthy.

The door clattered open, and in streamed several servants. Wonderful smells reached her nose, so delightful that her stomach even growled. Oh goddesses, she hadn't realized how hungry she'd gotten. It had been over a week since she'd eaten well and the smell... so amazing.

Imagine her disappointment when a bowl was set in front of her, rather than a plate. No delicious food filled it, not even a single piece of meat, or green leaf. No, kibble. Brown, disgusting kibble filled the bowl to the brim. Another maid hastily set another bowl before her, filled with water instead of the revolting animal food.

She tilted her head up, watching the food that was served to her Master instead. The maids set plate upon plate of food before him, more than he could possibly eat. All of her races delicacies were present, from fresh meat, to carrots, to things she didn't even know what they were. Her stomach grumbled again, salivating from the smell alone. She wanted his food, needed it.

"M-Master, I-" She started, an upraised hand from him cutting her off.

"Eat your food, Pet." He ordered, pointing down to the kibble. "If you eat it all, I'll consider letting you have a taste of this."

Lexi's heart sank, almost crying from the disappointment. She swallowed a lump in her throat, fighting back the tears the best she could.

"And eat like an animal."

And there was the dagger.

Lexi, for the first time since her capture, cried. Tears streamed down her throat, and she couldn't help herself. She leaned down, submitting, mind giving in, for now at least. She ate the kibble, devoured it. Not for the taste, not even for hunger. But for just a chance, no matter how small it was, to get a single, delectable taste of that food. It was tantalizing in the most horrible, tempting of ways.

She swallowed hard, each crunch of her teeth, the taste on her tongue making her want to vomit. But she would obey, she could obey, all for the hope. The water helped at least, quenching her thirst. She even had to lap that up like a dog, limiting her water intake that she so drastically needed.

It took her a while, a long while. But she managed to finish the bowl of kibble, even licking out the last few pieces. Her stomach hurt from eating so much, but she'd done it. With one more lick of her water, she looked up towards her Master, eyes pleading. "D-done, Master," she mumbled. Quite honestly, belly so fully, she nearly didn't want the leftovers.

Her Master reached down, scratching behind her ears. His free hand grasped at her now empty bowl, taking it onto the table and scraping something into it she couldn't quite see. Her suspense wouldn't last long, as he placed it right back in front of her. The smell alone told her that her reward would be good, and indeed, it was. He'd scraped a few scraps of vegetables into her bowl, half eaten, discarded, scraps. But they were the best looking scraps of her life.

She devoured them, even her Master's teeth marks cleaving some in two not stopping her. They lasted scant few seconds, even leaving her licking her lips. The taste of the vegetables cleared the kibble from her mouth, the simple pleasure revitalizing her. She'd had to submit for this, but by the goddesses it was worth it. Perhaps... while she was here at least, these small submissions could be acceptable. Just for rewards, measly as they were.

Once finished, she looked down, longing for more despite her stomach bursting at the seams. A little nausea rolled deep down inside of her, but she pushed it back. Her Master stood, giving the leash a more gentle tug. "It's bedtime. You sleep with me."

For what it was worth, Lexi felt deathly tired. She could use the rest, though she knew it wouldn't be a good one. The walk back seemed to take no time at all for her, her tiredness and satisfaction from the food making her mostly forget the pain from before. Her Master pulled her close to the bed, and she couldn't help but wonder how he would keep her there.

Her Master's hands glowered their blue again, and somehow, the chain melded into the bottom bedpost, locking tighter than any normal lock could do. She couldn't help but whimper at the sight - even if she managed to hurt him or kill him, his magic would keep her here. At the least, her question had been answered.

Her Master chuckled, picking up on the sound. "Don't even think about it. Sleep well, the real fun starts tomorrow." As he spoke, he started to undress, caring not for his own modesty. But Lexi cared, she cared a whole lot. With a squeak, she turned away, blushing deep and not daring to look at his nude form. And thankfully, he would let her. With a mumble, she started to carefully make her way around the bed, careful not to look up. But, a sudden yank stopped her, though she kept her balance this time. "Floor. You don't sleep on the bed, pet."

She should have known. Bitterly, she nodded, taking a seat on the thick, plush rug instead. For his kindness, he threw her a blanket and a pillow from the bed, though the blanket was scarcely more than a sheet. "Nights you fuck me, you can sleep up here. Until then, that is your bed. Understand?"

"Yes Master." It was the only thing she could say, the only thing she had the energy to say. Tomorrow. The word sent anxiety through her. But, she had to be prepared.

With one last look at the world, Lexi drifted off.