The Wolfess
#4 of Tales of the Lower Levels
The sounds of muffled snarls and growls filled the halls as the ox carried the gagged, enraged gray wolfess to their destination. He had her slung over his shoulder as if she was nothing, letting her claw at his chest and back knowing that given their relative size difference, there was little she could do to harm him. She would have easily been a match for most, being tall, strong, and well built with an equally large pair of breasts, but the massive black ox far outclassed her.
Almost any of the other trainers would have used the shock collar by now to calm her down, but the ox had to admit, he liked the ones with some fight in them a lot better. Still, this one in particular was starting to reach the limits of his patience.
As he reached his designated training room, the wolfess managed to dig her claws into his chest. To her surprise, not even clearly drawing blood as she did was able to change his disposition. At most he seemed to give a slight roll of his eyes before going back to ignoring her struggles. He ducked under the doorway, tossed her into the room, and closed the door behind them.
Sensing an opportunity to fight back, the wolfess wasted no time climbing back to her feet and trying to claw out the ox's eyes. Giving a sigh, the ox disabled her with another jab to the gut, sending her to the floor gasping for air. While kneeling on the ground, hacking her guts out, she looked up to see him looming above her. With a low rumble, he began to speak, pressing a finger to his chest and saying, "My name is-" before being interrupted by another desperate, lunging strike.
With another sigh, he grabbed her wrist with one hand, easily bending her arm behind her back. Before she could react he grabbed a pair of handcuffs, slapping them around her wrists. After tossing her back to the ground, he began to speak once again.
"Alright, my name is Cyrus, and I'll be your trainer for you new job, Clara." He was barely able to finish speaking before a clawed foot kicked him square in the junk. The ox fell to one knee, hearing hissing laughter through her ballgag as she readied another kick to his face. Despite the pain in his crotch, he recovered quickly enough to grab her ankle, slamming it down tightly against her other ankle.
"Fine. You know what? I think I'm going to be going a bit against protocol here, but you've worn down my last nerve, bitch. You owe me that much." He couldn't tell what the wolfess was shouting through her gag, but he was far beyond the point of caring anyway. "Before we can get to that, however, you need to be prepped," he said, hefting her into a nearby medical chair. Restraints around her neck and legs slammed shut, holding her in place as the ox left to retrieve some gear. Once he returned, he grabbed her leg restraints and spread them as far apart as possible, locking them in their new position. Maybe it was a tad too far as it caused her to let out a pained squeal, the the ox certainly seemed to enjoy it.
Positioned as she was, lying on her back, Clara couldn't see what he was doing beyond seeing some flashes of metal in his hands. Whatever it was couldn't be good. After what she'd seen since waking up here, she didn't know what exactly they were trying to accomplish, but none of it was anything she wanted to be a part of. Unfortunately, it seemed like it was no longer her option.
As Cyrus reached down below her groin, she felt him harshly grab her pussy moments before her world exploded into pure agony. She threw her head back letting out a muffled howl of pain, unable to move or fight back due to the restraints. A slight metallic click was barely audible between her various noises. As the feeling began to fade, she looked down to see the ox's smiling face looking back. The pain suddenly returned a little lower down, and somehow even worse than before. That bastard was just waiting for her to recover before doing whatever he was doing again. Fucking sick fucker.
The process was repeated several more times, and then to both nipples and her belly button. At that point Clara, the previously snarling, dominant alpha wolf was in tears, completely dazed and out of breath. She barely registered it when the rough, thick fingers grabbed her clit, pulling firmly on the small nub. Realizing what was about to happen, she shook her head frantically before feeling the needle pushing through her clit at an excruciatingly slow pace.
After finishing the final hole, happily watching the wolfess's squirming struggles, he slipped the last new addition through it and pressed it closed. He grabbed a mirror and positioned it to show off his work to Clara, angling it so she could get a good look at her new decorations. Too stunned to react, she simply stared in confusion and awe at the series of small silver locks now piercing her pussy shut, with additional heavier ones pierced through her nipples, belly button, and clit. He offered no additional commentary, not that any was needed. The point was clear, she would never be able to look forward to getting her pussy stuffed again.
With a grin, the ox held a key up to her face, and snapped it between two thick fingers. He expected her to surrender after that, but to his disappointment whatever she was feeling quickly changed right back to pure rage as she snarled again, practically foaming through her gag.
"Wow. You really are a fighter, huh. No matter, now that your prep is done I can have my own bit of fun. This should calm you down." Cyrus unclipped his belt, dropping his pants to the floor and leaving him wearing only a his blue uniform's top. His foot long beer can thick cock was already fully erect and throbbing with his pulse, clearly having enjoyed the abuse of the fit wolfess's body. Clara stopped struggling, both transfixed and terrified of the massive appendage pointing in her direction. "As I said, this is a bit against protocol, but most jobs don't involve bitches of your caliber, so I think the situation warrants it."
He tilted her chair back a few degrees granting easy access to her tailhole and pressed his tip against the warm ring. The feel of even just her rim was heavenly to him, having been far too long since he got to do a female this way. Clara had resumed viciously, though futilely trying to fight back, but was quickly distracted by the hot shaft slowly attempting to spread her open. The dominant wolfess didn't care for anal, at least when receiving,, only every trying it once, and even then it was reluctantly. She did enjoy dominating others of any gender anally, often against their will, but that wasn't the case anymore, and this was a wholly unwelcome development.
The ox kept on pushing, completely ignoring her protests, only grunting and thrusting a little harder every time he found his dry cock stuck in her near virginal hole. Some brief relief came as he stopped pushing for a few moments, ending all too quickly when he got in another inch with a short, especially hard thrust. She let out a mixture of a coughs and grunts as he made his way in further, only getting angrier as he continued his violation of her rear. All Clara could do was try to squeeze him out, or whip him with her tail, though this was of no concern for the determined ox. The increased pressure around his shaft only made him hiss from the wonderful sudden extra tightness, and her bushy tail only served to caress and fondle his balls, adding to the pleasure of it all.
Cyrus only made it in halfway before finding himself unable to proceed any further with his slow, steady pushing. With a halfhearted shrug, he resumed thrusting in short, quick bursts, trying to get just a little deeper each time. The wolfess's world was once again pure agony, her tailhole stretching wider than she ever thought was possible. Her snarls had changed to sniffles as her ass was spread further and further, hating being the bottom as much as the actual pain of it. Cyrus, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He didn't remember ever having a warmer, tighter tailhole wrapped around his cock, this was magnificent.
After several more minutes of powerful thrusting, he realized that he had successfully worked his entire shaft into her stretched out ass. A small bump could be seen pressing her stomach out, which he assumed was his own cock showing through. The ox flicked the lump and confirmed that it was indeed his cock visibly appearing in her belly. He pulled out a few inches, relishing the sound of her pained groan, and grinned as he saw the lump disappear with him.
With another powerful shove he pushed himself in to the root, pulled out a bit, and slammed in again setting his pace. He started out slow, but each thrust made her a little looser, and made it a little easier. Every time he hilted himself, her stomach would protrude again just enough to be noticeable. The new weighted locks in her tits and clit jumped with each thrust, making a metallic clink each time. Her tailhole was almost glowing bright red from the friction and lack of lube. After several minutes of this harsh treatment, the wolfess ceased any semblance of fighting back, merely staring off to the side in a complete in a daze.
Figuring it was about time to get back to work, Cyrus slammed in a few final times. When he hilted her for the last time, he came deep into her bowels, making her stomach puff out just a bit.
With a quick pat on her head, he pulled his long cock back out, quickly refilling her now gaping hole with an even larger buttplug.
While taking a moment to clean his cock and pull his pants back up , he said, "Thank you for the little respite, Clara, but I need to get you finished and ready for installation now since I'm running a bit behind." On the word 'behind' he slapped her ass, deliberately hitting the base of the plug with his palm making her jump in her bonds.
The restraints holding her to the chair were released, and Cyrus was pleased to see the fight was finally drained out of her. Not wanting to give her time to recover, he picked her up and carried her to the work area, specifically to the new platform she'd be mounted to. She was placed on her knees over a small drain, with a pair of metal shackles bolted to the ground around her ankles. A large metal ring on the ground was threaded through the locks pierced through her clit and labia, keeping her on her knees, and a small tube from the drain was inserted into the base of her buttplug.
"I normally do the regular style here, but I think you earned the special, extra unpleasant version." A back support was positioned at the small of her back and the handcuffs chain was pulled back and attached to the ground behind her ankles, forcing the wolfess into a painful arch, thrusting her breasts out further. A posture collar was locked around her neck keeping her head thrown back at a 45 degree angle, chin up in the air. As a few extra braces were added to hold her completely still and a large cone with a dome shaped bottom lip was fitted around the collar, Clara began to stir once again.
He unlocked and removed her ballgag, letting her gurgle out a weak, "...fucking pussy... can't even fight me like a real man..."
The ox stifled a laugh. "Why would I want to fight you if I already won? Whatever, I'm not into alpha male posturing like you wolves are. Except, I suppose I could mark my territory." The ox fished his limp, though still impressive cock back out and aimed it into her cone.
Now understanding what he, and the rest of her gear meant, her eyes gaped open in disbelief. This was bad timing since the ox immediately let a heavy steam of urine out, filling the cone. She wasn't able to close her eyes in time to stop the stinging, powerful smelling liquid from hitting them and blinding her.
Clara swore loudly, screaming threats and enraged vows to destroy the ox, completely unable to do anything else about her new situation. She stopped once the piss reached her mouth, instead gurgling and trying not to accidentally drink some. The giant ox kept going until he passed the tip of her nose, laughing as she suddenly opened her mouth to take a gasping breath and instead took in a huge gulp of urine.
The level could only go down as far as her mouth, meaning that since her head was upside-down, her eyes and ears would always be below the water level keeping her deaf and blind. She seemed to understand this as well, going back to screaming between gulps of piss, trying with no success to break her bonds.
Cyrus stepped back to admire his creation, enjoying the look of the struggling wolfess stuffed with his cum and choking down his piss. Still, the thought that a little extra something was missing was eating away at the back of his mind. Watching her growling, calling for his death and gnashing her teeth gave him an idea, that maybe this little redesign could use something of a warning. Looking around his workshop for a moment, Cyrus found a spare sheet of metal and a can of spray paint. After a minute of spraying, he added a sign to the top of her cone that read: "Keep Distance - Bites."
Quietly chuckling, Cyrus made a note that the new urinal was complete, tested, and ready to be installed in the castle, before walking out the door and leaving the furious, piss soaked wolfess in darkness.