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He took her fifteen times in the first three days of their dance lessons, leaving Shadi sore, swollen, and leaking trickles of white down the insides of her thighs each time. It never got easier, each time he forced himself upon her as his role demanded, and each time mistress just stood, watching his performance as if she were evaluating a pupil, not seeing the tears or burning, humiliated looks upon Shadi's face.

To her credit, of those fifteen times, he only forced an orgasm from her on ten of them, and twice during a single raping, which had made her sob uncontrollably afterwards until mistress's whip had reminded her to be seen and not heard.

She tried to scrub his foul cum from her, to remove his scent where it had been unframed in her, almost as deeply as his seed had been planted in her womb. Each night, she had more than a little eagerly chomped down the contraceptive herbs provided by the guards to her, determined to ensure she didn't end up with the fuckers pup in her belly. She counted down the days until she was expected to perform for her captors like a condemned man counting down the days till the gallows.

On the third night, she eagerly once more took the herbs as the guards passed them out along with what little scraps of food they were given on crude wooden trays, and Shadi scurried away across the slave pens to eat in solace in her slightly secluded corner, or at least as secluded as she was likely to find here.

The cave system the slave pits were built in were quite extensive, a veritable labyrinth running through the mountain to the valleys far beneath. The females' section was cordoned off by thick, wooden gates and walls that served to pen them within one confined area, with only a single entrance and exit. The other prisons Shadi passed we're all just like her, naked as the day they had been born, and with their necks looped by thick collars of different metals, denoting their worth.

Iron and steel represented those with few skills or unsuitable for breeding. The weak, the young, the old, the infertile. All of their necks were bound by disposable, more inexpensive metals. Bronze were at least slightly skilled and could be employed to cook and clean. Eventually, if they proved fertile, they might have the proof of their slavery exchanged for silver, assuming they produced viable and strong whelps.

Silver were skilled or had whelped offspring willingly. Typically, they were pleasure slaves or employed to keep the households of certain novels or canines of repute and status. But unlike Shadi, they weren't of any particular import themselves.

Shadi's band was gold, and everyone knew the worth of gold. It was the universal currency with which something's worth could be measured by and commonly understood. Those collars were reserved for slaves who were seen as worth more than the cost of the metal used in their bondage. They were highly skilled, often educated, and the sons and daughters of people of note, be they chieftains or lesser nobles. They had bloodlines that were seen as significant to history and were prized above all others.

Shadi's father had been a Chieftain of one of the cities of the plains, the equivalent of the canines fief-lords in the valleys below the mountaintop keep that was their Capitol. She knew the protocols of nobility and had learned the arts of dance in the feline rituals of courtship. She knew what was expected of her, and knew that she was expected to bear cubs for a marriage of convenience. Through those and other factors, her capture had been a symbolic victory, and her worth was unquestioned. She had been banded with gold and shipped off to the Capitol where the slave pens awaited her and the rest of her kin.

She fell heavily onto the sacking that constituted her bed, sitting cross-legged as she lifted the small bundle of herbs from the corner of her plate, looking at the slop-like stew she'd been given with distaste. She'd long since learned not to question the mixture. It was nutritious at least, or at least as much as it needed to be for them to survive and still be able to work.

Plucking two of the precious, pregnancy preventing leaves from the bundle, she tucked them away into a small hollow beneath her bedding, along with the few others. By the end of the week, she should have had at least enough to hopefully spoil whatever plans her captors had of turning her into their prized broodmare. At least for one night anyway... It was a gamble she felt she had no choice but to take, even if they gave her nothing after her performance. If she showed no signs of taking soon after, perhaps they would just return her to her usual duties. At this point, no change in her situation was better than any other outcome.

She ate her food in melancholy silence, too tired and too sore to think of doing anything else with her evening. What more was there to do? Sit in a conspiratorial huddle and plot how they would make their eventual escape? Discuss the latest gossip of the household servants they served along with? Sit and pet their swelling bellies, waiting for the next child to be plucked from the arms to be raised with the canine families, and be replaced with the next bastard in their bellies?

No, Shadi would take her solitude as the relative quiet of her corner. She had one handmaid who had been captured along with her in the beginning, and she missed dear Mari greatly, but she had been given a silver collar and moved to the harem pens with the other breeders once her first pup had swollen her belly. She hadn't seen her since.

Truthfully, she hadn't seen any friendly faces since. Everyone kept mostly to themselves. Each day was the same, and for Shadi, it was an endless cycle of serving and yes sirs and faked pleasure... until him.

Orez, Mistress had called him. She shuddered in revulsion at the recollection. She preferred it when her tormentor and rapist had just been a nameless nobody from the foundries. Now Orez haunted her imagination like a devilish spectre. She saw him in her restless dreams, in the dark corners of the slave pens. She saw his feral grin when she closed her eyes and heard his wet, raspy panting in her ears as he practised his sick role of breeding her to find the best ways to force her to cum upon his uncomfortably large canine length.

That had been the worst part of it in her mind. She'd at least taken a measure of pride when she'd never given in to her based instincts and taken no pleasure in the carnal act the guards had taken out on her in past, or in the things she'd been forced to do in order to please visiting dignitaries. Her pleasure had only ever come from her own paws. She had been adamant in her mind that no male would ever get that from her.

The wolf had taken them from her as easily as if he had been plucking fruit from a tree. The shame still ate at her. He'd forced her pleasure from her like it was a game to him, like making her squeal in feral bliss was the greatest prize he could take from her.

The shame of it all still burned her nose and cheeks pink, a humiliating blush that extended all the way down to her breasts and her perky nipples. They were sore from the rough handling Orez had with her, often finding ways of forcing her down on her back so he could maul her breasts with his muzzle and tongue while he fucked her raw against the polished hardwood floor.

And every time he did, he would taunt her about it. He let her know what a good pet slut she would make for some canine Lord, proudly put on display by their side like a prized pet, when in reality she would be little more than a breeder, whelping canine cubs for her master's pleasure. She would be on display to showcase their power over feline kind, swollen and round with the proof of her submission, and no matter what she thought, it would be him who set her on that path, and she should be honoured that they chose her such a powerful stud for her first whelps.

"Don't worry cat. You'll push out some pretty little wolf pups, and nurse them on those round tits of yours while some mongrel does you hard, and you'll wish it were me back in your cunt instead."

Those had been the last words he'd growled at her while he tore his knot free from her body during their last session of the day. He'd all but snarled them in her ear while his cum had leaked from her swollen and aching nether lips. The pool that formed between her legs hadn't been all him either. The very memory of it threatened to bring fresh tears to her eyes, but she blinked them back and tried to focus on the bland and flavourless food before her instead.

It did her no good to show weakness in this place. Those slaves who couldn't handle the reality of their situation or find a way to cope with it didn't last long or became part of the stories about carrion gryphons on the way down the mountainside.

Of course, focusing on the food didn't help her much either. She scooped another mouthful of the greyish mush into her muzzle, and forced it down by sheer willpower alone, willing herself just to get past this.

This would just be another moment among a blur of moments of horridness since her capture. Nothing more, she told herself. What had her mother always told her? All pain was inevitable, but so to, all pain would pass in time.

While the words themselves were wise, they didn't do her much good right now... she pushed her plate aside, setting it by the pile of sacks that served as her pillow and lay her head down. If mistress was right, the first of the dignitaries would be arriving soon. From what she'd heard from the other slaves, it was supposed to be no small thing either.

There were many, many preparations underway, and the castle was bustling with activity, her dancing rehearsals being just a tiny cog in a much, much larger machine. If the rumours were to be believed, representatives from other kingdoms as well as merchants and novels alike were supposed to be attending. One slave working with the recordkeepers had said when she'd opened the guest list, the parchment rolled all the way from her head to the floor! Over two hundred specifically listed visitors and their entourage's.

And all Shadi could think about was that she would be raped in front of every single one of them for their entertainment, and probably by a few of the more important ones afterwards, if her previous features at smaller events were anything to go by.

She sighed softly, trying to pull a sack over her for some mediocre measure of comfort, but her tail provided more than enough warmth on all but the coldest of winter nights. In rare cases, she'd had to huddle together with the other slaves for comfort. Tonight was no such night. She was content to be as far away from anybody else as possible, retreating into her semi-isolated corner with her misery and anxiety and nightmares for company.

Slowly, the guards made their rounds, dousing half of the torches in the pen as they took a headcount. Shadi's corner was plunged into darkness, concealed behind a boulder in the corner of the pen. She let her eyes drift shut, slowly counting out her breaths as if keeping time with the world.

One, two, three. Hold. One, two, three, exhale.

One two three- Gasp!

There was suddenly pressure against her throat, a massive paw closing off her windpipe as its grip tightened, a heavy weight settling against her and pinning her face down against the crude bedding beneath. Her cheek grazed the rough material, and one ear was pressed flat against her head.

"Well, don't you just look cozy, Cat? Shush shush now. Wouldn't want anybody coming and interrupting now. It'd be a shame if they had to find a replacement for a broken dancer." As if to emphasize the threat, the Dire wolf's knee dug into the back of her leg painfully, and frantically, she nodded, wheezing almost silently.

The pressure released, and she gasped, sucking back in the air as the male above loomed over her. Her heart raced in panic. How was he here!? Male and female slaves were kept floors apart for just this reason!

She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye, but in the dark, he was little more than a pair of golden eyes and a wickedly grinning silhouette, like some spectre of a demon come to claim her soul.

"Let's not waste time, yes? You wouldn't want that. You know what I want. Tail up, cat, and keep quiet if you want to see tomorrow." His voice snarled, eyes narrowing as he lay himself almost entirely atop of her, the thick, warm fuzz of his sheathe pushing up against her tail.

Whimpering, but seeing no way out of her situation, she pushed her face into the bedding and took a grip of it between her teeth. Submissively, her tail flagged aside, and she huffed through her nose, trying to use her breathing to keep her total panic under control.

"Good idea slut. You can moan quieter like that. Or cry. I don't care either way." His dark chuckle sent a wave of revulsion through her, and she bit back the urge to lose more than just her food as she felt warmth probing around beneath her tail, far too high for him to be going for his usual target.

No! Not there! Alarm shot through her and she hissed, shaking her head quickly in objection, but his paw shoved her face back into the pillows dismissively.

"Smart to bite down, cat." He gave her no more warning as the spade-like tip of his thick wolf cock found purchase on her clenched tail star, and shoved forwards, smearing precum over her ass messily, but finding no give to her resistance.

"Relax or I'll force it and use blood for lube." He snapped, biting the back of her neck in warning, and fighting back tears, Shadi slowly raised her hips as the wolf continued grinding. His free paw felt around and quickly came to her slit, sliding two digits in deep and swirling them around inside of her while his thumb abused her already sore clit. The bolts of pleasure from the motion made her gasp for just a moment as his fingers withdrew, smearing their combined cum across her still virgin tail star.

He shoved her head back down into the bedding, knocking the wind from her at the same time as he slid himself home. Shadi fought the urge to yeowl as she was raped, this time without even the excuse of performance to justify his torment of her. This was purely because he wanted to hurt her. He had broken out of his cell, or pen, or wherever they were keeping him, just so he could find her and fuck her like a dog on the scent.

She tasted bile in her throat and whimpered quietly into the fabric that muffled her cries as he forced himself upon her, taking what he wanted. Pain shot through her every time he jilted himself, roughly grinding his knot against the underside of her tail. He was fooling himself if he thought it would fit, but he also didn't seem to care that it wouldn't. He tried anyway.

"P-please... stop. They're forcing your cub on me anyway! Isn't that enough?" Shadi choked out between pained gasps.

"Why should it be? You're just a cat, and when that cunt of yours is fat and filled with my pups, I'll need to get off somewhere else. You're just a slave girl. My performance will earn me my freedom. Yours will earn your prime place as a gold collared breeder." He taunted her, and Shadi just let her head drop in defeat, whimpering each time his knot slapped against her fairly stretched tail star.

"You won't cum from this, but I will, and that's all that matters. You felines are done with, nothing but warm sleeves for canine cocks now. Better you just accept it instead of fighting your place."

She remained quiet as he raped her after that. There was no humiliation, no witnesses, and nothing she could do about her position. She took the battering with quiet little whimpers and cries, but eventually, the tears stopped as well, and she lay there quietly as he used her body like a toy, a plaything to enjoy and discard when he was finished with her.

Her mother was right. The pain ended after he pulled out of her, and wiped himself clean on her fur, leaving his cum to drip onto her bedding like a crude mark of ownership as he stood to leave, uncaring about the battered and quietly shaking feline he left in a dripping puddle.

"Three more days, Cat. I've heard the first few guests are arriving tomorrow. I'll be sure to see you at rehearsal. Maybe I can squeeze a cub past those herbs before the show yet." He laughed as he left, fading as quickly back into the shadows as he had appeared, leaving just an echo of malicious laughter ringing in the feline's ears.

She was broken, both in spirit and body now. She shivered and pulled a sack up and over herself to cover it, though the thick scent of wolf cum wouldn't dissipate no matter how much she willed it, and it was drawing eyes from further in the cave. She ignored them as best she could, trying to hide her shame and revulsion beneath the rough fabric barrier separating her from the world as she cried herself to sleep.

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Morning brought Shadi no relief from the soreness she felt though, nor did it relieve her of the constant shame she had felt for the last few days. The dread of her dancing lessons was gone, however, and she ate the lumpy bread she was given for breakfast without thought or complaint, her eyes set in a thousand-yard stare as she went through the motions of her routine. The guards called names, and the slaves moved forward as they were pointed out and pulled from the crowd of huddled captives.

She offered no resistance as her name was called, and she was bustled off up the long winding stairs to the mistress's dance chamber. She entered without a word, and took her place, silently awaiting her tormentor's arrival.

He showed up a few minutes past the hour with his usual jeering insults and taunts at the guards as they unshackled him, and growled as he took his place, wearing naught but a loincloth for the dance. Shadi had already pulled on the thin silk dress and was waiting for him. She watched him with cold, mismatched eyes as he passed her and took his place by her almost perfectly still tail.

"Sleep well, Cat? Ready to practice doing what your kind do best?"

Shadi didn't dignify him with a response, but as soon as the mistress called for them to begin, she performed flawlessly, changing movements and executing each choreographed motion with the grace and finesse of the celebrated dancers of old who had entertained kings and lords.

She spun herself with passion, with style, and with a steely determination that could have seen her to fame had her freedom been assured. She braced herself as she bumped the wolf's chest, and went over in a sultry arch before him, feeling his thick, scruffy fingers pierce her sex and plugs into her depths, frigging her vigorously while the violinist played nearby, a look of carnal bliss upon her face. She clenched herself around him, arousal dripping off of his digits when she finally jerked forward and cartwheels away.

Her dancing was perfect, and for once, she felt freedom in the motions of the dance, letting herself be swept up into it. She saw the windows at the end of the hall as she twirled past their direction, the top of her dress torn away, her breasts hanging free. They were far away, but they held no longing for her anymore. She would be the one to determine her path, not the carrion gryphons that would have awaited her drop.

No, she was determined not to let her tormented control her, and as the flow of the dance brought her closer and closer to him, she fixed his predatory gaze with one she returned from her mismatched, gem coloured eyes.

One two three, one two three.

His arms wrapped about her from behind, stripping the last of the garment from her, revealing her appealing chubby hourglass form of the small lioness, her tail swishing against him as he ground his cock against her slit between her legs. She gave a soft little gasp, just loud enough for him to hear over the violin, and without missing a beat, he slipped the two arousal slicks ed fingers of his paw into her open muzzle.

She closed her lips around them, suckling on his foul fingers for a moment to draw them further into her muzzle, before she clamped her jaws shut with a satisfying crunch, and spat them onto the floor.