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If Regan's body could produce sweat, his fur would be drenched as the skinny looking black-furred wolf curled up in his den, a den raised high above all others overlooking his pack's den area. His paws smelled of musk, his maw agape and tongue lolling out as he gasped for breath. He had never thought this day could come. Yesterday, he was a strong, confident Alpha with strength, agility and stamina far greater then any other normal wolf. But now, just a short run seemed to make him pant, his fat and muscle were gone and with each exhale, his bony ribcage became visible. He told himself over and over, mumbling "This can't be happening... This can't be happening..." But no matter how many times he tried to delude himself of the reality before him, he couldn't escape the fact that his body had been reduced to the pathetic form of an Omega.

The once great Alpha wolf heard the noise of claw scraping across rock coming from behind him, his ears shot up while his neck snapped towards his den's entrance. It was nearly midday. What would his pack do when they saw him like this? The Subordinates he had ordered around, picked on and even sexually abused from his untouchable position of power. What would he do? His heart beat faster, anxiety rising in his chest to the point where he had to stop breathing to prevent himself from whimpering like a pathetic pup. Clack, Clack, Clack. The sound was getting closer. He believed his Beta, Seth, to be loyal to him. If it was Seth, then he might be safe, the Beta might be able to secure his freedom! Clack, Clack, Clack. The sound came closer and closer, until a reddish flame seemed to invade the darkness of the den, reddish embers chasing away darkness and replacing the natural light, as the hellhound blocked the exit to his den. "Hello Riskell."

The large, hellish form stood just over a foot larger then any other wolf, it's eyes a bright red which gave off it's own light, only adding to a piercing gaze which threatened to penetrate a wolf's hide with nothing but a stern stare. Above his eyes set a pair of cruel looking horns, jagged and sharp to the touch. The horns looked as though they demanded submission, their tips letting off a similar but more yellowish glow which looked to gradually extinguish as the horns receded into the short, scraggy auburn hinted fur. But it was not a well kept pelt, it was roguish, yet oddly handsome in it's own way, perhaps rogue-like as it hugged his muscular lean form, comprised of just bone and muscle without a single slither of fat within sight. With a wide, sadistic smirk on his maw, the hellhound opened his jaws once again. "Your time is up, I'm here to collect what's MINE." He said, his voice while not deafening, seemed to send echo's throughout his den, and in that moment, Riskell realized that there was no doubt his pack would be able to listen on to everything that was going on.

He had been Alpha for 5 years. 5 long years. He was sure he had faced decisions, issues and fights far worse then this. So why were his paws trembling? Why did his ears want to pin themselves against his skull, and why did it feel like there was an entire cow resting on his tail, wanting to tuck under his legs. Despite this, and knowning his pack would be listening, he took a step forward, raising his head to meet the hellhound's demonic gaze. "This is -my- pack. You will not make demands from me, hellspawn." He spoke, but even his voice felt more softer, almost feminine as it came from his throat, even when he tried to sound deep and commanding. Though despite this, he remained stern, his body lowering into a fighting stance as his lips pealed back to expose rows and rows of teeth. His resistance earned a whuff of laughter from the large demonic hellhound, who lifted his head back in hilarity, while that muscular chest inhaled and exhaled. "Oh my, the omega is feeling like an uppity Bitch is he? Your soul belongs to me, but by all means, resist." He said, taking a moment to glance at his sharp claws, raising a paw to the daylight and allowing the natural light the shine off them, almost blinding Riskell from their metallic-like appearance, before the large hellhounds face turned back to the omega wolf, his smirk having turned into a wide, sinister smile. "Make my day."

Riskell wasn't having any of it. Was he scared? Yes, but adrenaline seemed to block out the fear. He had taken down horses larger then this... Beast. Surely, one firm bite to the jugular would put this entire ordeal to rest, and leave the offending beast choking and bleeding out in his own blood. Riskell wasted no time, kicking off with his back legs to charge the beast, waiting for the last moment to lunge at his neck. However, the hellhound didn't seem to budge, merely grinning as the scrawny wolf's jaws locked with his neck. Though, as he bit in, Riskell soon felt immense pain from his teeth, pain on a level he thought he had never felt before. It was like biting into pure, hard rock. His body collapsed before the hellhound, whining, his eyes going wide in awe as the hellhound stood over him, his sinister grin wider then ever. "5 Years of demonic strength, speed, agility and stamina. Your soul was payment for this, as was out agreement." He said, his voice suddenly going deeper. "But due to your actions, you shall now also pay for your disobedience."

Riskell's body was frozen in shock, but as the words sunk in he quickly squirmed, his legs falling and body trying to retreat back deeper into the den. But he wasn't fast enough. A set of claws landed on his maw, tearing into his cheeks as blood and fur fell to the ground. Riskell's tone suddenly changed, his body curling up on itself as he let out loud whimper, his paws gripping his bleeding maw as his tail curled up tightly. As the Hellhound looked down at his pathetic, shrivelled up form, he thought that his punishment might be over. But, in reality, it was far from over. "Hmph. I thought all these years as an Alpha might have toughened you up. Alas, once an omega, always an omega." He said, soon lunging to grab the cowering wolf by the scruff. His large size and impressive muscle meant he was easily able to pick up and carry Riskell, who's body went limp like a newborn pup as he was carried outside.

Wolves looked out to the mountainside curiously. In his time as an Alpha, using his demonic abilities Riskell had been able to gather one of the largest wolf packs to roam the earth. There were easily 30-40 wolves staring up at his den, most looked worried, but some looked up to the den with a hopeful glint in their eyes. However, when the limp, once Alpha was seen in the jaws at the demonic hellhound, all worry seemed to vanish as excitement and happiness seemed to grow on the faces of wolves which gathered. At last, the cruel Alpha had been bested by a greater wolf. The hellhound casually strolled down from the previous Alpha's den, strolling down to a clearing which the pack clearly used as a 'hub'. A circle soon formed around the hellhound as Riskell's pack members surrounded them. Risekell's cheeks were red from embarrassment and rage, as the hellhound released his grip, forcing his body to land with a bruising thud as he tried to get his bearings. With his pack watching, every bone in his body cried out for action, to take vengeance on the beast for humiliating him! He couldn't hard the beast, but his pack members could, and so he turned to them with a growl. "What the hell are you waiting for? Attack him!" He called out with a growl, only to have his maw silenced by a large, hellhound paw which landed right on top of his maw, forcing his jaw closed as well as making him whine, as his already damaged and hurting teeth and gums bit into his tongue, much to the amusement of his packmates, who roared in laughter at his pathetic display of rebellion.

"The Pup still thinks that he's an Alpha. How Cute!" "Do it again! Bitch hasn't learned their lesson!" "Let me have a go! I've got a score to settle." From left and right, cries called out as the crowd seemed to get excited and worked up, until the hellhounds large booming voice silenced the rowdy pack. "Settle down, Settle down. Each of you will get your fun, but this worthless bitch is -my- property. And it's about time I laid my claim." The words struck fear into Riskall's heart. He thought this humiliation would see the 'end' to his punishment, but now he wasn't sure there was an end in sight. Slowly he tried to push his body up, wincing as he used his back legs to push his rear up, with full intention of getting as much distance as possible between him and the hellhound. However, before he could budge, he felt the feeling of two large paws slide down his hips, caressing them like nothing but a fine piece of fabric, until those hefty claws gripped his hips with an ever so slightly 'pinching' pain while the rest of the hellhound's body seemed to creep over him, blocking out the light. "O-Oh no." The omega said weakly, which was soon met with a coy. "Oh yes. Bitch." Which seemed to set the crowd off into laughter again, as far more lewd insults were thrown from wolves he once ruled over.

His heart sank when he felt a large, plump sheath press up against his tailhole. It was huge! Nearly the width of his entire neck, only pressing against his tail. "Move your tail, slut." The hellhound said, his voice far deeper and commanding, even carrying a growl in which he could feel from the Male's chest. Riskall wasn't an idiot, and so hesitantly, he did as he was told, managing to move his tail so that it could around his rear leg. "Mmmm Good bitch." The dominant canine above said, his voice far softer this time, as his fellow packmates applauded, some even making lewd suggestions that he was 'enjoying' it. With his tail out of the way, there was nothing to stop the hellhound's tip presses against his tailhole. It felt oddly warm. Not uncomfortably so, but enough to feel... Strange. The hellhound wasted no time pressing his tip against Riskall's more or less virgin tailhole, until his muscles were forcibly, slowly spread apart to accept that pointed canine tip. The Omega's eyes closed sharply as he whined, trying not to tense, knowing it would only make things more painful. "That's it bitch, relax." The hellhound's voice was oddly soothing, soft and calming. That was, until his head turned to the crowd. "After all, wouldn't want to ruin my new toy before everyone else gets a go." Riskall's body shuddered as he let out a soft whine at the thought, praying it wouldn't come to that. Only, the pathetic omega's shuddering only seemed to spur the hellhound on, the feeling of having his tip up against the omega's tailhole was almost like having a vibrator as each shudder pleasured his cock. The feeling forced a slight groan from the hellhound's mouth, mumbling the words "Oooh, you're a keeper." Before pressing in more of his cock. Riskall whined as a good five inches of heated canine cock plunged deep inside him, making his eyes close tight as his maw whimpered against the ground. "S-stooop..." He whined, though despite the burning pain from his rear, Riskall felt his own sheath twitch in sudden excitement, and from the comments his packmates made, he could only assume it was clearly visible. "Tut tut tut. Can't be having that now." The hellhound said as he raised a paw slightly, his eyes glowing at his half-buried cock pulsing. All of a sudden, Riskall felt an almost rocky... Or perhaps metallic feeing covers his sheath. From that point on, any arousal was met with the feeling of pent up denial and confinement, forcing a somewhat disappointed whine from the previous Alpha wolf. "Get used to it bitch, don't expect that to come off, you're a bitch now. And bitches take cock." The hellhound said with a growl and a sudden thrust of his hips, forcing another 5 inches into the struggling wolf, pressing his large, heated demonic cock into the pitiful whining omega until his large knot pressed up against his quivering tailhole. It was at this moment, the hellhound started to thrust, grasping at the tightness while Riskall forced his maw into the dirt, whimpering every time the true Alpha's large cock rubbed against his walls, forcing his muscles to bend to the Alpha's will and spreading him out with a cock far larger than any normal wolf's.

The hellhound soon settled into a rhythm, his grip firm and he slammed his hips, forcing his tailhole to stretch bit by bit every time his large and already swollen knot slammed against his entrance. Though eventually, as the large cock rubbed against his prostate more and more, he couldn't help but let out a sliught groan, his face going red from embarrassment while the makeshift demonic chastity cage twitched and stirred constantly from the pathetic, denied cock which tried to break free from its harsh confines. It was at this moment, the hellhound smirked, motioning to one particular wolf in the crowd with the tip of his claw. Riskall glanced up, and among the sea of erect cocks and bellied he could see from his low-down position, he saw the omega come forward. -his- omega. He knew the omega well... Or, at least he knew the omega's tailhole and maw very well. Which could only mean this wouldn't end very well for him. "You know what to do. Now is your time. Show this bitch her new place." He said, and where Riskall able to see the sadistic grin on the omega's face, he might have tried to run.

The omega stood over his former Alpha as his maw was repeatedly pressed into the ground with each powerful thrust. The omega simply smirked, turning around and lifting his leg. Riskall whined and held his breath, having a feeling he knew what was coming, as a torrent of warm, strong smelling urine soon fell on his face. Though, his lungs were not as good as they were when he had the demonic powers, and the golden stream never seemed to stop. It embedded itself into his fur, making him as even lower then the pack's omega, a wolf he used to use as nothing more then a toy. Now -he- was the toy. As he ran short of oxygen, he was forced to take a breath, the golden shower falling into his maw whether he liked it or not, though luckily it seemed the omega was finished, and the crowd, pleased with the performance, cheered on before returning their attention to the main event. Now drenched in piss, Riskall whined under a now extremely horny, feral and worked up hellhound who seemed intent on knotting his bitch as soon as possible. "That's right? Smell that. You're lower then an omega. You. Are. Property!" The hellhound said, pushing his body further until he was practically on top of the now endlessly whimpering wolf. The hellhound leaned his maw down next to the piss-soaked wolf's maw, letting out a few snarled words. "Beg your Alpha for my knot." He demanded, growling loudly. Instead of responding with fear, the crowd continued to spur the hellhound on as their old Alpha was viciously raped and humiliated. "W-what?" Riskall questioned. He didn't want to be knotted... He didn't want any of this! He wanted to be an Alpha. However, a firm bite to the scruff of his neck soon changed his mind. Once again, without demonic abilities pain felt ten times worse, and he soon submitted to his owner's command. "P-please knot your bitch, Alpha!" He yelled, his cheeks going a far shader red than they had ever done before. Satisfied with his bitch's final submission, the hellhound smirked, using the grip on his bitch's scruff to pull his property back, raising on his forelegs and stumbling backwards until the hellhound's back came in contact with a nearby stump. In this position, he was able to use gravity and force to finally press his knot into his bitch. The crowd fell silent, and the scrawny omega slowly slid down, squinches followed by an audible 'pop' which was soon met with cheering as the hellhound's knot locked within his bitch, forcing the small wolf to let out a serious of loud, high pitched yelps as his tailhole felt like it had been split in two. Riskall doubted it would ever return to normal after that, he felt like an entire tree had been shoved into his rump. A moment based before a sudden torrent of seed flooded his bowels, making his belly bulge noticeably against his skinny form. Though if the pain from the massive knot splitting him open wasn't enough, he also felt the hellhound's paw move to chest. Once against his fur, his paw started to glow until it singed his fur, forcing a scream from the now panicking, struggling bitch. Once the hellhounds paw was removed, a singed symbol remained. An almost Keltic looking symbol, with language no mortal would recognise was branded into his pelt. "It's official. You now belong to me. As my property, bitch, slut, cum rag. Whatever the -fuck- I want you to be. And seeing what you've done with your power, I know you deserve it." The Alpha's words sent a final shiver down his spine, as the pain subsided into an aching pain, which he was too exhausted to fully realize. He lay there, pressed up against the hellhound, who also looked spent, panting for breath as his cock continued to twitch and fill his new omega bitch.

A few moments passed until the hellhound rolled his bitch onto the side, the crowd stared enviously, many males still having exposed red tips or entire unsheathed cocks on display as the hellhound pulled free. And orange-tinted semen flushed from the bitch's tailhole, as the large 13 inch cock pulled free, the knot now somewhat less deflated, and Riskall whining and gasping for breath still from the whole ordeal. All Riskall wanted to do was sleep. He was covered in piss, laughed at, chastised, branded, fucked and abused by a creature he thought to be nothing but a silly dream before he went on to become an Alpha. Though, now it seemed he not only come full circle, but sank lower. Though, at least it was over now... All he wanted to do was sleep. However his owner had other plans.

Riskall felt a paw on his neck, claws gripping into the bite marks where his owner had just pulled him up against his chest only moments ago. "Now now, bitch. You may not be Alpha any more, but you still have a responsibility to your pack. Don't you all agree?" The hellhound asked, of course, to be met with replies of nothing but agreement. "Besides. You've yet to earn my forgiveness." The hellhound said with a low, deep and dark growl which made Riskall's body termer in fear. His belly pressed against the ground in submission, his tail tucked and ears lowered as a pair of large eyes looked up to the hellhound. "P-please..." Riskall begged, his voice croaky from screaming, and still tasting somewhat sour from his marking earlier. However his pleas fell on deaf ears, as suddenly the ground below shifted. Rock jutted up from the earth until Riskall's paws were unable to touch the ground. Then, more rock seemed to surround his paws, encasing them within the rock itself, making it impossible for him to move, get free or do much of anything. In a panic, Riskall struggled and squirmed, trying to get a paw free, trying to do anything he could to get himself out of the sudden compromising position. The hellhound looked down on his bitch and smirked with a remark. "If I knew you were going to be such a disobedient bitch, I would have brought some tools. But while crude, this will do." He said, before turning to face the crown of now very horny, drooling wolves. "Your 'Alpha' is no longer a threat. This selfish wolf signed a deal with me, and had the stupidity to defy me when I came to collect. For that reason, he will be here for the next 2 days. Any and all of you are permitted to have your fun with him, but remember. Any permanent damage, and you'll end up just like him. Understood?" The way the hellhound spoke seemed to command respect in a way Riskall could never manage even with his confidence and strength. The wolves nodded in unison, their eyes narrowing in on the prize.

And with that, the hellhound was gone in nearly a flash. A simple demonic portal opening below allowed the hellhound to return to the underworld. And in 2 days time, Riskall knew that he would be joining him there. Though he barely had time to get anxious over what might await him there, as right now there was a more pressing issue. It seemed the wolves generally had formed a pecking order, the first wolf coming forward to his helpless bound position. Riskall raised his head, the first wolf he saw come forward was Seth. His loyal beta. "Reporting for Duty. 'Sir'" The Beta said with a coy smile on his maw... Riskall opened his maw slightly, his voice still whiny and croaky. "S-seth... Please... You have to help me. I was always good to you... D-" His words were cut off by a sudden possessive, erotic slurp to the side of his cheek, followed by a snigger. "Oh Riskall... I'm going to enjoy this. Do you have any idea what it's like, having to earn this body, then being in -your- selfish, lazy shadow? This is -my- pack now, and I am going to enjoy making you my bitch." He beta said with a cruel smile, raising a claws to drape his claws through the bitch's pelt, causing a slight pain but no damage. Seth circled his former Alpha, until he was behind him, having perfect view of that stretched bitch-hole, still moist with the hellhound's semen. With the Beta out of view, Riskall had view of the massive line of male wolves all waiting to use him, and he knew it was going to be a long couple of days, as the Beta's cock already started to slip in to his abused tailhole.