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Bryana Battered

"Gods!"

Bryana awoke from a seemingly endless darkness, lurching forward and swinging her arms. She was suddenly halted by a powerful force wrapped around her wrists and stumbled to the ground on her knees with her arms held above her.

The battle...oh Gods, the battle!

Her vision began to gradually become clear, enough to see the floor. No longer was she fighting in a muddy field for the defense of her homeland, but was atop a floor of immaculately carved, square, gray stones.

Pain suddenly exploded across her face and a drop of blood landed on the floor. Bryana tried to reach for her face but the rattle of chains and steel bound across her wrists prevented her.

Taking a deep breath rattled with panic, Bryana slowly crept back until she was up against a wall. The chains slackened and she carefully reached for her muzzle.

"Damn!" she hissed as the slightest touch of her paw caused every inch of her face to scream.

Gently, she touched again, gritting her teeth to fight the pain. She felt rough cloth caked with dried blood and the distinct bumps of sutures beneath them. Her teeth were bloody and they didn't quite line up, almost as if her snout had been bent.

For a moment she was back in the battlefield, charging into the enemy's line. It was supposed to be a fight to make the wolves remember, come victory or death, but one of the foul invaders swung his mail-covered fist straight into Bryana's face and...

Now she was here.

Two song-like voices echoed into Bryana's ears and she snapped her head up, looking to the open door of her cell.

The wolves had her now. There was no mistaking it. The meticulously clean cell, the painstakingly carved bricks on the floors, and those pretentious, arrogant voices...

Lorcan...please tell me you escaped...

One of the devils themselves walked in with a disarmingly friendly smile. The wolf wore a black, cotton doublet with matching trousers and carried a silver chalice. Bryana's nose twitched, catching a whiff of dry, red wine.

Silently, the white-furred wolf bent over and passed her the cup. Bryana pressed back up against the wall and got herself to her feet. Finally, with enough slack on the chains, she retrieved the cup from the towering wolf and nodded thanks.

With a swish of his tail, the wolf left the cell and sang out a short, sharp howl, which was returned by his cohort outside of Bryana's sight.

They came to destroy us and our lives, but it would seem I have been given rightful noble treatment,_Bryana took a sip of the wine. Contrary to her nose's expectations, it was quite sweet, but in a pleasant way. _The wolves have some honor, it would seem.

This brought some relief to Bryana, though she still feared for the fate of her brother.

Lorcan wanted to fight, he was at that age where he was just barely starting to become an adult and he was full of vigor. Bryana had told him to stay in the bailey and escape through the tunnels by the well, but she was afraid her brother might try and fight back.

Bryana's head felt faint and she took another sip of wine.

Must be the loss of blood...

Boots stomped on the floor and Bryana snapped her head up just in time to see a gray wolf enter, the white one trailing behind. The gray one had a slim, sneering muzzle, almost like a fox's, but he still towered above Bryana, who was short even for a badger. A green tunic covered his chest with a brown cloak fastened to it with a golden pin.

Peering down at her, the gray wolf said something smooth and whistle-like. Bryana shook her head, for she did not know a word of the wolven tongue.

"Lorcan, my brother, do you kn-"

A paw slapped Bryana sharply across the muzzle, snapping her head to the side. She closed her eyes in advance, waiting for the pain to explode across her face once more, but found it was nowhere near as bad as before.

Though Bryana had not ever exchanged words with a wolf, not without the aid of a translator, their reputation preceded them. Very particular in matters of conversation, especially among nobility, and very easily slighted during breaches of protocol. The Gods birthed badgers first among all species and declared them the rightful rulers, but the badgers rejected that title upon being told that ascending to it would lead others to topple them.

Whatever wolven myths there were, clearly they did not have one warning about hubris such as that, Bryana thought.

I must have offended him somehow.

A sudden flash of warmth came over Bryana and she quickly took another sip of wine. Both of the wolves smiled and Bryana found herself grinning too.

Just go along with it, you don't know wolven noble protocol, just see what they do.

To Bryana's surprise, the gray wolf leaned in slowly, black nose sniffing, until his nose and lips met hers. Her heart was still and in a moment of panic, pressed her lips up against his and kissed. His long tongue slipped past her lips, taking the kiss far further than she had hoped, but in the interest of diplomacy she shut her eyes. The wolf growled and huffed as his tongue invaded every corner of her mouth, his nose squishing up against hers.

Opening his mouth wide in a smile, the gray wolf turned to his cohort and said something clearly gleeful. Bryana couldn't help but giggle and practically gulped the rest of the wine down.

The silver chalice slipped out of her claws and rattled on the floor, rolling to the gray wolf's boot. Both of the wolves narrowed their eyes in a scowl and Bryana felt her skin flush as she bowed her head.

Damn! You clumsy fool! You're going to ruin this!

As Bryana raised her head, she found the wolves were still giving her a stern look, but the white one was making a strange gesture with his paws. He grabbed at the front of his doublet and mimed pulling it up.

Do they...?_Bryana's fur went up on ends. W_olven ways are strange...

There were stranger protocols out there that Bryana had heard of and as a captive some submission had to be shown to her hosts. Especially ones who were quite obsessed with rank and power as the wolves.

Lifting up the hem of her brown tunic, Bryana's head briefly nodded dizzily. Wolven wine was quite powerful, it seemed, contrary to the tales she had heard.

Both of the wolves' tails wagged happily as she exposed the round curves of her white belly. As she regained her composure, she quickly pulled her tunic up all the way, eliciting whistles from her captors as she showed off her large, black-furred breasts with wide nipples.

The white wolf panted and tightened his legs together. Such a thing would have been considered crass back in Bryana's court but wolves had very strange and particular standards alien to her own people.

Perhaps it had been the wine influencing her, but Bryana felt a bit flattered by the attention. So much so that when the gray wolf began to nod at her while rubbing at his crotch, she understood immediately.

Pulling down her trousers, Bryana exposed the pink folds of her vagina and ran one of her long claws along the rim of it. Both of the wolves stared in shock as she gently stuck her finger in.

With a short whine, the white wolf suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her by the wrist. At first, Bryana was startled, a bit nervous that the wolf was going to do something very crass, but that fear was averted when he retrieved a key from his belt.

After a quick series of turns, Bryana's shackles fell to the ground. Before she could have a chance to rub her wrists, she was pushed forward and landed on her front paws. A heavy weight pressed down on her back that had a tail attached to it, running down the side of her rump.

The white wolf pinched his legs against her side and suddenly a sharp lash of pain cracked out against her rump.

Grunting, Bryana looked back just in time to see the wolf touch the tip of her chin with a leather switch.

Clicking his tongue, much in the manner one would urge a horse onward, the wolf gave her another, though much lighter, strike on the rump.

Confused, Bryana slowly crawled forward. The wolf, being at least two heads taller than her, was not easy to carry around and she feared him falling over, no doubt another break of some kind of wolven protocol.

Never been held captive by wolves before, Bryana thought, stopping briefly as her mind began to swim. Maybe they do this to everyone...

Bryana felt a pinch on her scruff and almost fell to the ground. Eyes peering to the side, she saw the white wolf was holding her scruff like a mane on a wild horse you were trying to break. The wolf reached down and pet her on the cheek, making a purring noise to try and soothe her.

"Yah! Yah!" the white wolf suddenly kicked her in the sides.

Gritting her teeth, she got back on all fours and continued to crawl. Bryana received another switch on the rear and the white wolf pulled her scruff to the right sharply, forcing her to make a turn towards the superior of the two wolves.

The gray wolf grinned eagerly as Bryana trudged towards him, his paws resting on his belt. Bryana thought he must have found this display of submission particularly amusing, reducing his captive to a mere animal for a brief moment.

That was, until he pulled his trousers down and bent over. Cupping her chin with one paw and the other rubbing at his sheath, the gray wolf made her stare as his red cock began to swell and escape from its furry confines. It was thick and tapered off at the tip.

The haze left Bryana's mind as the wolf hooked his claws around her lips, forcing her mouth open.

This was no noble ritual, no protocol. No warrior would do this to another.

Roaring, Bryana suddenly vaulted the wolf on her back off and stood as tall as she could before the gray wolf, who bared his teeth in a snarl.

Bryana swung her claws at the gray wolf, who quickly jumped back. Dizziness once again overcame Bryana's head and she stepped forward with a wobble, aiming another strike at the gray wolf. The wolf yowled as her sharp claws caught him across the muzzle, leaving three red lines behind.

The white wolf grabbed her by the wrist before she could attack again and snapped her arm behind her back. With a roar, Bryana thrashed to try and get her captor off her, but her head began to feel light and she couldn't muster enough enough to overpower the taller wolf.

Growls surrounded her, the confines making it sound like an entire pack had pinned her down. By the time the gray wolf had grabbed her other arm, she knew her fight was over.

With a snort and a growl, the wolves pulled her out of her cell and into a small chamber. A wooden post stood in the center, towering from the floor to the ceiling, dried blood and lashes carved into it.

With their free paws, the wolves tore her tunic and trousers away, throwing them aside. Bryana suddenly felt very cold and wanted to cover up her privates, but could not.

Bryana's arms were wrapped around the post and her wrists bound together once more by the steel manacles. It was so tight that she couldn't even shimmy around the post, she could not move at all. The wood was rough against her exposed breasts and belly.

"Let me go!" she screamed and got only a hard slap on the rear as an answer back. She tried to object again but as soon as she opened her mouth she received another spank, one that burned far greater than the first. After that, she remained quiet and was rewarded with one last slap, followed by an arrogant laugh from the wolf.

The gray wolf leaned against her back, growling in her ears as his blood dripped across her shoulders. His trousers were back on, but she felt his cock press up against her large rear. Huffing, the wolf ground against her, humping like she was his mate. His fangs clamped down on the back of her neck and she went limp, helplessly leaning against the pillar for support, unable to so much as put up a token resistance.

The white wolf suddenly came back into view from the darkness, holding something that looked like a large snake. Only when he passed it to his superior, did Bryana catch the sight of thick leather attached to a wooden handle.

Pulling off of her, the gray wolf snorted and gave the whip a heavy crack against the floor. The very sound was enough to make Bryana's skin agonize. This was no mere switch, this was a whip used to punish slaves and to leave a mark behind that they could never forget.

As she saw the gray wolf raise the whip once more, Bryana shut her eyes and waited. Nothing came.

A warm, wet sensation pressed up against her thighs and Bryana opened her eyes to find the white wolf's muzzle pressed between her legs, sniffing and probing at her sex. Confused, she looked back just in time to see the gray wolf shake his head and growl sharply.

The white wolf darted out of the way and before Bryana could guess what would happen next-

CRACK!

"Auuuuuuuuugh!" Bryana screamed. A pain far greater than her wounded face exploded across her back. She went blind for a second from the pain, witnessing the white wolf rubbing at his crotch, though his ears were bent back in pain from her screams.

She felt blood trickle down through the fur on her back. A paw grabbed her by the muzzle, claws digging into her skin, as a rope was wrapped around her snout and tied. Bryana tried to open her mouth but the ropes bound it shut and-

CRACK!

"Nnnnnnnnng!" the rope made it easier for her to hold her screams in, though the rope burned and chafed against her fresh wounds.

You're a warrior...

CRACK!

Don't let them...

CRACK!

See you cry...

CRACK!

There was a pause in the scourge and Bryana collapsed against the pole. She wanted to fall over, just pass out and get it over with, but her body was not giving her that mercy.

Panting, the gray wolf passed the whip to his white underling while he went to sit in a corner and rest.

Bryana was too exhausted to turn her head back and close her eyes. She saw the white wolf flick the whip at her back right before it cracked violently. A splash of blood was the last thing she saw before she finally shut her eyes in pain.

Either the white wolf lacked the cruel skill with the whip that his superior had or Bryana had lost sensation in her back. She felt the sting of the whip, of her pelt splitting open, but it was more of a constant pain rather than anything new. She hurt just as bad without another strike as she did with.

Finally, the white wolf grew tired with his turn and he tossed the whip onto the ground.

Bryana refused to crane her neck back to look at her back, she didn't want to see how bad it was. The blood and fur pooling on the ground around her feet was bad enough to see.

The gray wolf appeared again, bandages now covering his muzzle. He shoved a bottle with some clear liquid in Bryana's face, but before she could tell what it was, he poured it across her back. Hissing as her wounds burned, Bryana smelt brine.

They're treating me...what do they still want me for?

The two wolves undid the shackles around her wrist but only long enough to remove her from the post. Her paws were quickled shackled up against her stomach once more and the rope removed from her muzzle.

Unable to resist, Bryana wearily was marched down a narrow hallway. The wolves were talking among themselves, occasionally laughing, and Bryana feared what they had in mind for her next.

The hallway widened into a slightly larger chamber. A steel grate was on the ground with nothing but darkness visible past it.

The white wolf left Bryana's side for a moment and pulled the grate open, motioning towards a seemingly endless pit.

Bryana froze up, not able to move and unable to stop the gray wolf from shoving her forward and into the darkness.

A soft mattress of straw cushioned her fall. The oubliette had not been as deep as it seemed, but it was almost pitch black. The lights from the torches above the hole only allowed enough light for her to see her paws and the chains running between them.

And then when the grate squeaked shut, it grew even darker.

Sight having failed her, Bryana had to rely on other senses that were harshly treated. Her nose curled at the smell of old waste and decay, while the stone floor and walls of the hole were rough, complete with a few jagged pebbles lying about carelessly.

Death had come to this place before. Bryana could smell it and feared she would meet him soon.

With the pain still just as agonizing as before, Bryana curled up in the straw pile and closed her eyes. She knew not whether sleep or death would greet her tonight, but there was nothing she could do to avert her fate, whatever it might be.

One month.

It had been one month since she had been thrown down here.

One month of just a single meal a day tossed down to her, usually stale bread and maybe a scrap of meat. Of being forced to change her bandages in the dark, unable to so much as even see how her wounds were healing; only by touch did she feel that the sutures had dissolved, though the wounds still bled when aggravated.

One month of having no one to talk with. Not even the wolven guards who came to feed her gave her so much as an insulting jab, not that she would have understood it, but it would have still helped make her feel like she still existed.

A month of nightmares, hearing the crack of the lash in her sleep and waking fearful and alone in the darkness.

It felt like it would never end, not until the grate opened up one day. Bryana assumed it would have been another chunk of bread or some fresh bandages, but instead a ladder was pushed down into the cell.

Suspicious, Bryana put her bound paws on it and looked up. A blurry silhouette was staring down at her, her eyes having grown accustomed to the darkness. She was transported back to the post on that horrible day a month ago and felt the burn of the whip once more. She froze, fearing that she would return to that post again.

A wolf howled down at her. Figuring that she would suffer regardless, Bryana slowly began to climb the ladder, exceptionally difficult due to her muscles weak from being stuck down there and the chains binding her wrists.

When her paw reached the final rung, she was grabbed by the shackles and pulled up onto the stone floor on her belly.

While being lifted to her feet, Bryana caught a brief glance of white fur. Sure enough, it was the same white wolf from a month ago, now dressed in a red waistcoat. His paw suddenly grabbed at Bryana's breasts, rubbing the area around her nipples. Somehow they had not lost their shape after a month in the hole.

Snapping his paw away from her breasts and uttering a growl, the wolf shoved Bryana forward, goading her to move.

She was led back down the hallway and for a moment her fur went up on ends.

Not back to the post...no...

Just as she was about to stop and refuse to go on further, the white wolf pulled her to the side, opening up a door and motioning her to enter.

With some small relief washing over her, Bryana entered and found another familiar face sitting at a dark wooden desk. The gray wolf from a month ago was leering at her with narrowed eyes, idly spinning a thin dagger around in a circle atop the surface of his desk. His muzzle had three bald patches of long, ugly scars running along it now, Bryana's gift to him.

Motioning towards a chair sitting across from the desk, Bryana obeyed the wolf and sat down. Bryana tried to avoid staring at the wolf's scars, but it was impossible not to.

The gray wolf must have noticed because he opened up a drawer and pulled out a bronze hand-mirror, pointing it at Bryana's face.

Bryana did not recognize the badger staring back at her, even less so once the white wolf began peeling her bandages away. The right side of her muzzle, which was bent just as harshly as she imagined from the blow to her face, was almost entirely dark pink scar tissue now. There were two larger, uglier scars that criss-crossed around her check and flanking her right eye, which although it had always been larger than her left, now looked far more pronounced with the lack of fur. In comparison, the narrow scar that ran along the length of the top of her muzzle was forgettable.

I'm hideous...

The gray wolf suddenly thumped his fist on the desk, breaking Bryana out of her daze. He put the mirror away and retrieved a piece of paper, fluttering it in his paw before slamming it down on the desk.

Drawn in charcoal on the paper was a picture Lorcan had drawn of Bryana and him, standing side-by-side with her paws held. Lorcan was holding a sword up high while Bryana had her ax resting against her shoulder.

Pinching the pommel of the dagger between his claws, the gray wolf lifted the blade into the air. Pointing the tip downward, he slowly began to lower it closer and closer to Lorcan's neck on the drawing.

Just before he pierced the page, he stopped, staring at Bryana with his intense yellow eyes.

They have him...

With his free paw, the gray wolf motioned for Bryana to lower herself onto the ground. The implication was clear - do as he says or else Lorcan's safety could not be guaranteed.

Bryana's chest felt heavy and her noble spirit hated the idea of it, but she got on her knees, the hard ground chafing at her bones. The gray wolf got up and swung around his desk, his trousers having been slipped down this entire time. Bryana's eyes widened, his cock was even thicker than before with bulging veins.

The tip of the wolf's cock pressed up against Bryana's cheek and she winced, the scars were still sensitive. But the smell of wolven musk and the sensation of precum slicking down her scarred skin was far worse.

However there was no choice but to comply.

Gently, she reached up with her shackled paws and gripped the base of the wolf's cock, just behind the copial knot. Holding her breath, she stuck out her tongue and guided the penis along the top of it.

Bryana almost gagged as she tasted the wolf's salty precum and as his cock entered past her lips, the wolf howled victoriously. He had not only beaten Bryana physically, he now had bested her mentally.

It was the ultimate disgrace for a warrior noble.

Fighting back tears, Bryana bobbed her head, sucking on the wolf's long, hard member. She had never done this before, neither with wolf nor badger, and she didn't even know if she was doing it right. However, the wolf seemed pleased, panting with ecstasy and rubbing her on the head with his paw like she was a pet.

The wolf suddenly thrust his hips forward and Bryana choked as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. She had to stop herself from instinctively biting, knowing full-well that the safety of her and her brother depended on this.

Suddenly, the cock began to twitch. The wolf thrust in, hitting the back of her throat once more, and Bryana's eyes widened, not from the sudden invasion, but from something else. The base of the wolf's cock began to swell.

Bryana was almost fearful she had hurt the wolf, but upon peering up, found him still caught in the throes of ecstasy. The knotted base grew thick enough until his cock was firmly locked behind her teeth, with Bryana unable to free her mouth even if she gathered the volition to do it.

The wolf shuddered. Bryana wanted to pull out and let the wolf ejaculate anywhere but in her mouth but could not, so she shut her eyes. Salty ropes of cum landed on her tongue and she shamefully swallowed them.

Standing there, the gray wolf rubbed Bryana on the head in a manner that was almost friendly. The growth on his cock was still there, but it was gradually beginning to deflate ever so slightly.

A strip of leather was suddenly wrapped around her neck and she was helpless to do anything more than watch as the white wolf fastened the collar tight and hooked a leash to it that ran towards his paw.

With one final pat on the head, the wolf pulled out and rubbed his narrowing cock, splashing one final drip of cum across Bryana's black nose. Turning around, the gray wolf rubbed his tail along Bryana's face before returning to his desk.

A shadow passed over Bryana's head and a cloth mask was wrapped around her face, covering up all of her wounds and only allowing her nose, eyes, and ears access to the outside. Bryana struggled, trying to stop them from fastening the mask around her face, but in the end it was useless. She felt the belt on the back of the mask fasten and she knew this was her new face now.

With a smile, the wolf motioned for Bryana to sit once more. She complied, ignoring the foul taste of the wolf's semen still in her mouth.

Pointing three of his claws at this face, the wolf raked them across the air in front of his scars and pointed at Bryana.

_Yes, I did that...you like it?_she thought.

Picking up the dagger once more, the gray wolf swung it down at the drawing Lorcan had made. Instead of landing on Bryana's brother though, the dagger thumped straight onto Bryana's tail and with a quick flick of his wrist, the wolf sliced it clean off of the piece of paper.

"NO!" Bryana's screams were muffled from the mask.

Bryana's chair was kicked to the side and she fell on her side. The white wolf yanked on her leash, wrapping it around his fist as he lunged forward and pinned her down, biting onto the back of her neck and growling.

Meanwhile the gray wolf got up from his desk and whistled a little tune. His boots slowly thumped on the floor as he grew closer and closer.

Bryana's hackles raised as a paw grabbed her tail, yanking it into the air.

"NO! STOP!"

The white wolf was too strong to overpower, though Bryana tried to throw him off. Had she not suffered enough humiliation? Enough pain?

The answer she received came when she felt cold steel press up against the base of her tail. She continued to beg, not being proud enough of a warrior not to beg to be spared another mutilation.

But the gray wolf was deaf to her pleas. Bryana saw him swing the knife back before hacking at her tail like he was cutting down a tree.

A pain far greater than any Bryana had faced before wracked her body as the wolf cut into her tail. Not a single inch of her body was spared from the pain and she could not even bring herself to fight back. The pain was far too great.

The Gods granted Bryana one mercy and forced her to enter into a world of darkness, far away from the cruel reality.

"NO!"

Bryana screamed as she sat up in pure darkness. Fearful that she had been killed, she felt around the room, catching the far too familiar sensation of rough stone, straw, and pebbles.

She was back in the hole once again.

A desperate, illogical part of her brain wanted to believe what had happened had been all some kind of dream. She could still feel her tail and its hairs brushing up against her leg. But at the same time, the mask and collar that the wolves had put on her were there still.

She still felt her tail even when she had gotten on her back and reached towards her rear with her shackled paws. Her paws felt nothing but a moist dressing, but her mind could not accept the absence.

Up above the grate, a wolven soldier whistled.

"Lacktail!" he sneered.

That name would be one Bryana would become far too familiar with. The wolves were committed to destroying her identity and replacing it with one born from slavery.

And for now there was nothing Bryana could do but accept the new name and curl up in the straw, hoping some respite might come tomorrow.

But hope was in short supply these days...