POW 3

Story by Otterboi on SoFurry

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#3 of POW


Waking up in a warm bed felt delicious. Soft cloth, silk I think, rubbed gently against my body as I snuggled deeper into them. I heard the noise of a door opening and shutting softly.

"Ryin...are you awake?"

Hearing a familiar voice, I opened my eyes. My vision swam for a few moments, but the world soon reverted into recognizable form. Master swam into my vision, a look of concern on his muzzle.

"The one who did this to you, what is his name?" My Master looked down at me, concern and rage in his eyes.

"It...it was...like a song..." I murmured, my senses still not entirely caught up with me.

I shuddered at the malice in my Master's voice as he said, "Reliquime...was that the fur's name?"

I nodded, a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Rest here for a bit, I will be right back." Master ordered me. He then went to the door and whispered something into the ear of the wolf at the door. He watched as the guard trotted off, before returning and beginning to remove the restraints that bound me to the bed.

I looked at him, curious about the cuffs.

"You were thrashing in your sleep..." Master explained, "I had no desire for you to hurt yourself."

"Oh..."

I sat up and was surprised by the lack of pain.

"What happened? Why am I not..."

He winced softly as he moved,

"So I am sore...but why is it so mild? From what happened, I would expect that the pain would be overwhelming? How long have I been asleep?"

Master laughed and held up a paw to forestall my questions.

"What happened is someone damaged my property, so they will be punished. In answer to your other questions, I had a few mages from our guild heal you. You have been ‘out' for about a day."

‘So....they do have mages' I thought to myself. Then a thought struck me. My Master must be a very important Fur, if he could get spell casters, to heal his Pet.

‘Who exactly is he?' I wondered.

A few minutes later, the guard returned and whispered something into Master's ear.

Then, Master picked me up and carried me from the room. Winding downwards, he stopped at a door and put me down.

With a smile, he opened the door and ushered me in. Inside was the Ferret. He was chained to the walls and ceiling, and he did not look happy.

"Keaith, you bastard! Let me go!" he yelled at Master.

Master ignored the pinioned fur and turned to me. I felt my eyes widen as Master pressed a knife into my paw.

"By our laws, you may inflict whatever in your revenge upon him, your wish."

I stared down at the knife in my paw, mesmerized by its almost ethereal glow.

"Anything, Master?"

Keaith looked down at me and nodded his eyes soft and sympathetic.

"Thank you Master."

I turned to confront the fur shackled at the center of the room. "Apologize."

Reliquime snorted and said, "What? No chance!"

I don't even remember moving, but the clothing that covered the pinioned fur dropped off him as if it had turned to liquid. I remember a sense of pride as I stepped back to study my handiwork.

"The hell!!" Reliquime breathed in disbelief.

Keaith smiled as he said, "He didn't touch a hair on your body. That takes skill. And, of course, a sharp knife." I looked into the Ferret's eyes and was gratified to see that the look of smug self-assurance was gone, to be replaced by one of fear.

"Fine!" Reliquime snapped "I apologize for making you bleed and for hurting your ass. Now can I-"

"That's not what hurts."

I interrupted flatly. "It wasn't your length penetrating me, and it wasn't your width that tore me apart inside. I can, and have, healed from that. What hurts is that you took something from me, my most precious position."

My voice shook as I gripped the knife tightly. So tightly that the skin under my fur turned white.

"You did not care. You-"

I took a deep breath, to steady myself, and continued.

"You could have asked, and I would have told you about Master and you would not be in trouble now. But no, you only thought of yourself, of your need, your ego. And look where it has gotten you! And now, you have taken from me the one thing I own that is more precious to me then my life. Because of what you have done, I will never be able to fully give myself to my Master."

My voice had regained its steadiness, but tears leaked from my eyes, tracing their way down my cheeks.

"Part of me, the best part of me is gone now, gone forever and I hate you for that. I hate you for robbing me of the chance to offer everything to my Master's will."

Taking a shuddering breath, I screamed, my voice raw with emotion.

"I hate you for what you have taken from me!"

The knife fell from my paw and hit the cold stone floor with a clang. Tears streaming down my face, I turned and buried my face in my Master's chest-fur. His arms came around and held me as I sobbed brokenly against him. My rage was gone, and in its wake was an emptiness that ached deep within my chest. Bending slightly, my Master picked me up in his arms and held my sobbing form close.

"My pet is off-limits, Reliquime." He growled softly, the steel in his voice making the chained fur flinch.

"You were lucky this time. My Pet is merciful, but if I ever hear, or even suspect, that you have come anywhere near him again, I will personally rip out your guts and hang you with them."

Holding my still sobbing form close to his warm chest fur, Keaith left the room. One by one, the posted guards left, leaving Reliquime chained to the ceiling in the middle of the room, speechless.

As Master carried me from the room, I pulled myself together enough to whisper something to him. He smiled and nodded his agreement. Turning to the door, Keaith marked the door.

Marked it with a glyph that meant ‘bitch'.

"He will have a Master before the day is out, my pet."

I smiled through my tears; my sense of irony abated and snuggled closer. As Master carried me away, one of the guards turned back. Taking a shuddering breath, the guard opened the door and went back in. Reliquime looked up from where he was chained in the middle of the room.

"Oh good!" he sighed "I thought that you were going to just leave me here-"

He was cut off as the solder's spear flew through his chest. With glazing eyes Reliquime looked up at the guard's face.

"I could not love someone who is not sensitive to the needs of others."

The Ferret's former lover stepped forward.

"Or who cannot control himself enough to put others before himself. I don't care if the fur is an enemy. If you can do something like that, with joy in your heart, to some-fur like that bitch, how soon would it be before you started treating me like that?"

Reliquime slumped against the floor, his eyes closing as the chains held him up. With a calm deliberation the guard ripped his spear out of Reliquime's chest. He turned and exited the room, calmly cleaning his weapon of his former lover's blood with a scrap of cloth.

As he left, he obliterated the bitch glyph and replaced it with body disposal. He then smacked his spear down and began to walk his beat.

Master carried me easily through the halls. I closed my eyes and snuggled deeper into Master's chest fur.

"Will you be O.K.?" I opened my eyes and looked deep into Master's eyes.

"I think that I will be alright, Master."

Keaith smiled and shook his head.

"I'm not your Master yet. The ritual is not yet complete. You are my bitch on paper, but there is one more thing needed to make it physical."

I tipped my head sideways and asked, "What do you mean? What is left?"

He gently put me down in front of a door.

"Go ahead," He said "Open it."

Tentatively, I reached forward and put my paw on the handle. It was cool to the touch. I slowly twisted the handle until I heard a muted click. A subtly sweet odor wafted from the room. Instinctively, I inhaled deeply.

"Mmmm! Peppermint and...lavender?"

I looked questioningly at Master, who was smiling.

"Very good." He congratulated me.

As he said those words, I felt pride stirring in my chest.

"Shall we go inside?"

He took my paw in his and we walked together into the room. As the door swung shut, lights came on. The first sight that greeted my eyes was a magnificent statue of a Dragon, spreading his wings to take to flight. I stared opened mouthed at its magnificence.

"It's beautiful!"

Master pulled me against him.

"Like my handiwork?" I twisted around to look into Master's face.

"You made this?" I asked, awe and respect in my voice.

Master smiled and replied, "You don't have to sound so surprised, I interrogate on a daily basis. I need to have a hobby."

He motioned to the warehouse like room. "This is what I do when I am not asking questions or commanding the armies."

I felt my eyes widen as I realized the implications of what he had said.

"Y-you are...a General?"

He smiled and nodded.

"I will wager that when you woke up this morning, you did not think that you would enter the service of a Lith General."

I shook my head in disbelief, smiling.

"No Master...I didn't."

We had continued walking while we had talked. Abruptly, I found myself looking an expanse of blue and red cloth, suspended above the ground at my waist height. As I looked at it in wonder, Keaith, my Master, crept up behind me.

"How does it stay...?" I turned to ask, to find the lupine standing close. A trembling began in my limbs as I looked up into my Master's face. His eyes were dancing, with amusement, and something else.

"Up?" He said, completing my question.

I felt his arms wrap themselves around me as I nodded.

"That, you will have..." He pulled me close and rolled us into the middle of the massive structure. "To figure out for yourself."

He finished. I whimpered softly as his paw began to stroke my ass. Pain flared from where I was still tender from Reliquime's mischief. I cried out softly.

"It's alright, my pet. It's alright."

Keaith whispered huskily. His other paw slid underneath me, drawing me closer. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. I could feel his heart-beat echoing in my chest.

"Oh! Gods!" I whispered "I can feel you. I can feel myself becoming part of you!"

My back arched and my breathing became heavier, rawer. He arched and I gasped as he slid himself into me. As I was gasping at his length, he quickly inserted a ball-gag into my mouth.

"From this point on, my bitch, you will speak only when I tell you to. I control every aspect of you, even the breath in your body. If you disobey, I will start to revoke your body's rights."

As he talked, he carefully manipulated my arms behind me and slid a pair of cuffs over them, binding me.

"Your personal freedom is my will, if you behave and obey, I will grant you the privilege of movement."

He then began to stroke my head.

"In return for your unquestioning obedience, I will protect you and care for you. If you obey, you will never know need."

He looked deep into my eyes and asked, "Do you understand?"

Entranced by his eyes, I nodded my understanding. Master then smiled, and warmth flooded through me.

"Good boy" Was all he said.

Then there was nothing, save the sounds of heated moaning and the slapping of fur against fur.

I don't remember much about our first tryst. It was wild. Raw, wild and incredible. Like I said, I don't remember much. But what I do remember about it was amazing.

As sleep claimed my overheated body, I snuggled against my new Master. Before the darkness claimed me, however, I felt Master remove the binds on my paws. Then he held me close, like I was a small child that needed his gentle and loving protection.

‘Master...I love you...' my heart cried before the darkness swept me up in her velvety arms and I slept.