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I'm sorry this took so long to get out, but real life is a cruel mistress. In this part, Percy has some rather strange dreams, and is confronted with longings he didn't even know he had. As always feel free to comment your thoughts below.

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“Wow, you really seem devoted to that girl, don’t you? What was her name, Nailla? Do you even remember?”

Jheri glared accusingly at me with his arms crossed, his yellow eyes boring into me. “All that talk about being mister righteous, and you can’t go without a good fuck for a single day.” He seemed far less air-headed than he had down in the slave’s quarters, fueled by cold rage instead of lust.

“Oh, what, are you jealous?” I retorted, “Are you just mad you’re not getting laid?” I could see my condescending tone had a tiny effect, but it wasn’t nearly enough to get him to back off.

“Yeah, actually, I am kinda jealous. You get all the sex you want, served up on a silver platter, and you happily lap it up without remorse. Hell, you let me have your way with you after a back rub and a few comforting words.” His words began sowing seeds of guilt in my mind, simultaneously breaking me down and firing me up. He spoke the truth, I hadn’t been faithful… but I could still get pissed about it all the same.

“It was different. I only did it because-” Because I was going to try to manipulate the wolves? Because I hoped to build enough trust to escape? Because it might give me the chance to exact revenge? No, no, I couldn’t tell Jheri, he was far too likely to pass it on to the witch. “-because they forced me.”

His face broke into a smug grin. “Oh, really? I didn’t hear a whole lot of kicking and screaming, just the sound of you rutting like a beast. It really sounded like something you both enjoyed, to be honest.”

My hands curled into fists. “You don’t know anything about-”

“Oh, I think I know just what you are. You see, a friend of mine had the exact same thing going on: he had quite the beautiful mate, but whenever she was away on hunting trips he’d screw someone else in the village. When I first found out, he claimed he was trying to peddle favors or something, thinking that he just did it for personal gain and didn’t need to do it. But when he finally settled down, he still couldn’t go a week without fucking someone new. He discovered he needed that extra variety, and after a few years found that staying faithful was pure torture. He and his mate split up soon after, and once he did he was so much happier. He’s a traveling merchant nowadays, and he just loves having nothing but one night stands. You remind me so very much of him, I could swear tha-” His voice froze in his throat as my fist began moving toward his face, but before it could connect I felt a shocking pain course through my whole body.

I went sprawling to the ground, incapacitated partly by the pain and partly by something that sapped my strength. My limbs seemed to be filled with lead, and I found myself helpless as Jheri stood over me. Part of my mind devoted itself to hating his shit-eating grin, while the rest was preoccupied with the electric burning in my muscles. I could still move my jaw, however, and I devoted the last of my strength to getting the final word. “I’m nothing like your friend.” I muttered through clenched teeth, “I’m not going to run off in search of some new floozy the first chance I get, I’m going to get Nialla back and escape this hell hole.”

His grin just got more intense. “Maybe if you keep telling yourself that lie, it’ll come true.” He then strutted off, stepping over my prone body and leaving my field of view. As I lay there paralyzed by what I was sure was some kind of magic, I could feel his words worming their way into my mind. What if I did get married to Nialla? What then? My family certainly wouldn’t approve of her, and her family lived in the tundra, not to mention the fact that her father was out for my blood. I wasn’t sure how well she could adapt to life at a university, and I wasn’t sure I could spend most of my life exploring and hiking. And what if Jheri was right? What if what I thought was love was just lust, and once that was gone we’d just drift apart? The thought of her turning into my alcoholic mother was horrifying, and the idea that I’d wind up a loser like my father was even more so. What if we wanted kids? We couldn’t do things the old fashioned way, so we’d need outside help. Would we want the kids to be humans, or snow leopards? Would they go to school like I did, or get taught to hunt by Nialla? Maybe both? There was so much in the unknown, so much that could go wrong… maybe she’d just leave me after finding out I’d cheated on her. Maybe… no, no, I needed to stop worrying and figure out a way to escape. That’s all that mattered, just get Nialla and run. We could discuss all that heavy stuff once I wasn’t a slave to some lupine witch bitch. And if what we had turned out to be nothing but lust… she’d still be my colleague, and I would still get her free from the wolves’ clutches.

The pain dulled to a slight throbbing. I thought about just grabbing my gear and running out the door once I got control of my body again, but I was stopped by the fact that I still didn’t know where Nialla was being held. The wolf witch knew, but I had yet to get it out of her. I thought about trying to look it up in the study, but just then I heard the bathroom door slide open.

“Percy, could you… what happened to you?” I could hear Andro’s feet scrabbling on the wood floor as he rushed to my side, then I felt his paw flip me over. As I rolled onto my back, his lupine face came into view, twisted in genuine concern. “Did you…” His voice faded as he ran a few digits over the cold metal of the collar I was wearing. “Oh. Forgot you had one of these on.”

I tried moving my limbs again, incurring a slight twinge of pain. “What is this, some kind of spell?”

“Yeah, something like that. Mother puts the collars on any slaves she deems valuable or risky. You try to escape, or attack someone who’s part of the household, and, well…”

“Great. Would have been nice to know beforehand, wouldn’t you think?” My efforts began yielding a few slight twitches in my fingers and toes, and the pain I felt lessened.

Andro’s expression became mixed with guilt. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t think you’d… you know, trigger it.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it. How long is this supposed to last, anyway?” I could just barely raise my wrist off the ground, but I felt myself regain more control of my body by the second.

He shrugged. “A few minutes, maybe a bit less?” Something must have popped into his mind right then, and he took on a more inquisitive tone. “Why’d you attack Jheri?”

I let out a long sigh. “He insulted me, said I was just as much of a sex fiend as he was. I got mad, I took a swing at him. I’m guessing you can figure out the rest.”

“Oh.” We shared a short, awkward silence before I finally regained my full range of motion. I shakily got to my feet, waving away Andro’s offers to help. Once I’d gotten some semblance of composure, I began wondering what came next.

“So, what chores need doing? Should I sweep the floor? Clean chamber pots?”

Andro clasped his paws in front of him, looking quite sheepish as he did so. “Well, I… I kind of want to hear more about your homeland.”

I raised one eyebrow. “This isn’t a veiled request for some more boning lessons, is it?”

He seemed to almost blush with embarrassment, probably remembering his clumsy attempt to seduce me from before. “No no no, I actually do want to hear more. All I hear about are the wolf clans… and a few surrounding tribes, but most of them are pretty boring.”

“Alright, just tell me what you want to know.”

The two of us spent the next few hours swapping stories, trading tales of city drama and university shenanigans for lupine legends and current events. I found that I had quite the knack for storytelling, and Andro sat rapt with attention as I vividly described a few of my favorite sword-and-sorcery novels. He wound up teaching me quite a bit about the culture of the wolf clans in exchange, from the opulent and prestigious alphas to the meager and peasant-like gammas. There were others outside the ranking system as well, like witches, shamans, and master craftsmen. These lone wolves usually worked alongside a single alpha family, but were free from the normal strictures of hierarchy. Andro told me how he’d always wanted to become a sword smith’s apprentice, to go on adventures and learn to fight. He regaled me with tall tales he’d heard, about quests for honor and duels to the death, then joked that he might find all that and more in a human city. I laughed along, but inside I began wondering if he could be persuaded to come with me.

By the time we finished, we realized that the sun was getting pretty low, and with a bit of instruction I managed to cook up a decent dinner. Jheri came back inside as well, still grinning smugly as I passed out the plates. The three of us ate in silence, an invisible tension suspended in the air. Thankfully, nothing broke out, and once we were done I gathered up the dishes and dumped them on the pile. Jheri sauntered off toward the slave’s quarters, leaving Andro and I alone.

“Hey, Percy…” I looked over to find him in a sheepish pose, with his legs pressed together and his paws nervously fiddling with one another. “Could you… cuddle with me?” When I looked confused, he quickly put up his paws in defense. “I-I don’t mean in a sexual way, I just… wanted to know what it’s like. I haven’t really got anyone else to ask, so…”

I sighed again, pondering his proposal. It could be awkward, and I didn’t want the kid to get too entangled… I hated to smash his dreams, but I couldn’t risk getting dragged into another bout of rutting. “I’m sorry, Andro, not tonight.”

“That’s okay, I’ll just head to my room.” Seeing him downtrodden like this drove a nail into my heart, but it was better than him getting his heart broken after he falsely fell in love. He sulked off toward the stairs, and in turn I headed for the slave quarters.

When I stepped through the reinforced door, I saw Jheri was already fast asleep. His light snores weren’t nearly enough to keep me up. I flopped down onto my own cot, and as my mind quickly began to drift away, I began plotting and planning on how to get out of this house. I would get Nialla back, no matter the cost…

“Percy…”

I was still lying on a bed, but this one was… softer. I quickly realized that it was bigger, too, and…

…and I was back home. The dark blue sheets, the small desk with the green-shaded lamp, the fantasy novels lining the bookshelves, the figurines posed on the nightstand… even in the gloom of the moonlight coming in from the window I recognized my old room just before I left for the university. It was all just as I had left it, way back in the days when I had no idea what anthropology meant.

“Percy…” A familiar voice called out from behind the bedroom door, a voice I couldn’t place even though I knew I should know it. The voice brought back hazy memories, something that felt good. I was still pondering the question of where I’d heard the voice before when the door creaked open to reveal someone I felt I might never see again.

“Nialla? Is that…” She stepped out from the shade of the doorway, seeming to warm up the room with her very presence. Her clothes were gone, leaving her standing seductively in the middle of the room completely nude. The moonlight made her grey spotted fur seem almost angelic, and as she slunk over to the foot of the bed I could feel joy and arousal washing over me. I wanted to spring out of bed and embrace her, but… I couldn’t. She came to me, though, crawling on top of me with a cat’s grace and a lover’s warmth.

“Percy, I’ve missed you. Come here…” She leaned down and pressed her body to mine, and in response I wrapped my arms around her. Her silky fur rubbed against my bare skin in just the right way, and I could feel her paws subtly sliding off my loincloth. I could already feel myself getting erect, and she began shifting her weight to get her hips above mine. I could feel her wetness right on the tip of my cock, her warmth begging for me to press inward. With a slight thrust I manage to slip the head of my penis inside, and we both gasped as I went further in. She looked into my eyes with an explicit longing, a feeling that I too felt in my bosom. “Oh, you’re such a good slave.”

“Percy? What the hell are you doing?!” As I looked to the side, I saw Nialla was standing there, still clad in her hunting gear. The familiar walls of my childhood were gone, replaced by the bleak, snow-covered landscape of the tundra. A chill wind blew through, and I felt the air grow colder by the second. My brain took a moment to wonder how she’d gotten over there, and more importantly who I’d just stuck my cock into. When I looked back up, I saw the sadistic visage of the wolf witch staring down at me.

I tried to get her off me, but before I could I felt cold iron chains wrap around my wrists and ankles, forcing me into a spread-eagle pose and keeping me from escaping. The bed beneath me hardened until it felt like stone, pieces of it falling away until it was something completely different. As I frantically looked around, I realized I was chained to some kind of stone slab in the middle of four tall pillars. The slab was only long enough to support my back, and each of the chains on each of my limbs was anchored to one of the pillars. My legs and arms were held upward, spreading them apart and keeping my genitals bare. Nialla was gone from view, but I could still see her footprints in the snow. They were running away from me, a fact that turned my heart to lead with sorrow.

“You’ve been so very bad, Percy, I think you’ve earned some punishment.” I looked back up at the wolf to see her malevolent grin shining in the moonlight, and before I could think she was sliding her hips against me. I was helpless to stop her from fucking me, and even though my body was telling me this was something good, my mind still struggled to get free. The wolf was the only warmth around, wrapped snugly against my cock as she slid her snatch down my shaft, squeezing and pulsing as she tried to make me give in. Her furry body leaned in close, pressing her breasts against me, and putting her teeth inches from my throat. Droplets of drool began leaking from beneath her teeth, splattering onto my face as she rutted against me with a feral hunger. Her tongue began roughly licking me, sliding against my face and leaving her foul saliva all over me. The slurping sound of her lapping and her fucking blended together into one symphony of erotic noise, exiting the bestial part of me and making my higher thoughts sick. She picked up the pace, massaging my member with her silky innards and forcing me to let out a slight moan. She took this as a victory, speeding up some more until I had to use every ounce of my being to keep from losing control.

The pounding was affecting her as well, and before long she straightened up and slowed down. Her paw went straight to the little nub at the top of her slit, and as she finally climaxed she howled into the air. Her vagina contracted hard, making itself even more heavenly and complementing the cozy wetness within. I might have came right then had I not been fighting my own body, but as she calmed down my resolve remained unbroken. She slid herself off me without much grace, her feet crunching in the snow. “Well, I think that wasn’t nearly enough for everything you’ve done. Boys! Time to make this poor little slave pay.”

All of a sudden I heard more crunching in the snow, and scanned around to see no less than eight other wolves approaching. All of them were male, none of them were wearing clothes, and most of them were already sporting hard-ons. I looked over and saw the witch walking away, waving to me with her back turned. “Maybe this will slake your thirst, slave, or maybe you’ll just wind up wanting more.” The other wolves closed in, and as they got close I could see a predatory thirst in the way they stared at me. Pointed teeth gleamed in their evil grins, and viscous eyes met my own. I struggled against the chains as they got within groping distance, but gave up after realizing the futility of it.

“Mmmm, looks pretty ripe to me.” The first wolf to reach me was standing in front of my rump, roughly massaging my feet with his oversized paws. His voice was as rough as sandpaper, a fitting sound for a hulking brute. He was as tall as the witch and far more muscular; even if I could get out of the chains, he could just pin me down and do whatever he wanted to me. The other wolves were the same, and it quickly dawned on me that there was no way I could make it out of this. I tried to brace myself for what would come next, wondering what that next thing might be.

“C’mon, hurry it up. The rest of us want a turn too, you know.” Another one of the wolves was standing beside me, glaring at the first wolf.

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties in a bunch.” He moved in between my legs, taking hold of my hips in one paw and spitting in the other. As he started rubbing his saliva all over his monstrous red cock, I finally realized what he was about to do.

“No, please, don’t, for the love of god don-mmmph!” My voice was quickly muffled as one of the wolves standing by my head clamped his paw over my mouth.

“Shhhh, just relax. It won’t hurt… for long.” I started struggling again as I felt the first wolf wiping saliva across my butthole. I felt him shifting his weight and lining himself up, and utter dread washed over me. I had no idea how much damage a giant wolf dick would do to my ass, but I was sure it wasn’t going to be pleasant. The warm, wet tip brushed against my puckered hole, and I hardly had time to relax before he shoved himself into me.

The pain was beyond intense, it felt like I’d just taken a train straight up the ass. There wasn’t any teasing or testing, just straight up full penetration as he thrusted into my body. Tears trickled out of my eyes, and I let out a muffled scream of pain that tapered into a moan as the wolf started humping me. “Holy shit, this little bitch is tight!” he remarked, “You guys have got to try this.”

“I think I’ll try out the other end.” The wolf whose paw was over my mouth was looking down at me like I was a piece of meat, or more accurately a bunch of fuckable holes. He grabbed my chin in his other paw, yanking my head downward and bringing me face to upside down face with his own cock. He then wormed his paws into my mouth, forcing my jaws apart and thrusting inward. “Open wide, whelp,” he said as he brought his red rocket into my mouth. I might have tried to bite down on it if my ass wasn’t getting destroyed, even though the pain was lessening by the second. Through the pain I thought I felt something… pleasurable, almost like something inside my bottom felt really good when touched. I had only just started thinking about how a part of me actually liked this when the second wolf rammed his member down my throat.

I gagged, and felt my throat squeeze around the intruding organ. As the wolf began face-fucking me I thought I couldn’t breathe, but after a few seconds of concentration I managed to get some fresh air through my nose. Each breath came with a whiff of bestial musk, as at one point my nose was buried in the wolf’s hairy ballsack. It didn’t stink, and I even found it was sort of attractive. Some part of me was enjoying this, and the more I got used as a sex toy by these wolves, the more it came out into the open. The pain was almost gone now, replaced by a sense of… fullness. It was hard to describe how pleasant it all seemed, how I felt aroused from being at the mercy of these brutes, but it still stiffened me all the same. I could feel my own cock sticking up like a flagpole, throbbing with each thrust into my ass and mouth.

Something changed with the wolf fucking me in the butt, something began swelling on his member. It literally hit the spot, but as it grew the wolf’s thrusts began staying deep inside me. Each time he pulled the bulge toward the opening I felt pain, but most of the time he kept it deep inside. His thrusts started slowing down, and I heard him moan with pleasure as something warm and slimy began pumping into me. With his cock stuffed as far as it could go, it almost seemed like his seed was going up my intestines. The feeling of fullness increased tenfold, and I tried my best to squeeze everything out of him.

“Oh great, you knotted him? Now what are the rest of us supposed to use?” The gruff voice came from my left side, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a few of the wolves jacking off.

“Hey, I got an idea. He seems to be liking it so far…” This voice came from my right side, and right afterwards I felt the chain on my right hand fall away. “Why don’t we give him something to do with his hands?” A big paw took hold of my wrist, and before long I felt something warm, wet, and tapered press into my palm. Without really thinking I just started rubbing the meaty shaft, and soon heard an approving groan from my right side. “See? Why don’t you try?”

Before long, I had both my hands busy with lupine cocks, jerking two wolves off like it was the most natural thing in the world. The wolf down my throat began to climax right afterward, force feeding me his cum as he stuck his cock all the way down my throat. I tried to swallow everything I could, gulping down as much of the snot-textured substance as possible and driving my master up the wall. That was what I started thing of them as, my masters. The title somehow made it all that much better, and as the wolf’s cock slid out of my throat I looked up to get a better view of the situation.

The wolf stuck in my ass was leaning over me contently, occasionally testing to see if he could pull his bulging dick out of me. The two wolves who were getting handjobs were in heaven, and most of the others were pleasing themselves with their paws. Suddenly one of them hopped up onto the altar, putting his feet on either side of my chest and pointing his throbbing cock directly at my face. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as ropes of his jizz began shooting out, and I managed to catch and swallow quite a bit of it. The rest landed on my face, and I could feel the warmth of the yellow-white fluid through my skin. The wolf then hopped back off, flopping into the snow on his back for a rest.

A new wolf took position beside my head, and I gladly took his member down my throat. Eventually the two wolves I was jerking off climaxed almost in tandem, showering my torso with more wolf cum. The semi-runny fluid might have grossed me out at the start, but by now I considered it almost a badge of honor. Two more wolves took up positions beside me, letting me massage their throbbing cocks in a haze of subservient ecstasy. Eventually the very first wolf pulled out of my ass with a satisfying pop, and a different one slid inside the gaping hole.

Time seemed to blur, and all I remember was that I was a wolf-milking machine. I brought climax after climax to my lupine overlords, and by the end each of them had tried everything I had to offer. They all slumped around me in a content circle, curling up into the snow with satisfied sighs. As for me, I felt the chains around my legs dissolve into nothingness, and as I looked around the whole world seemed to shrink to a single point, then return to the abyss of my imagination.

I awoke to the sound of Jheri quietly snoozing in his own cot, still fast asleep. I could see a few rays of sunlight peeking in through the viewing slot in the door, so I figured it was early in the morning. As I swung my legs off the cot, it was like I could still feel a wolf’s massive member inside me. I noticed I was rock hard as well, with a wet stain on the front of my loincloth where some precum had leaked out. I quickly decided that I couldn’t go out pitching a tent, so I wandered over to the makeshift toilet and started masturbating. With memories of my dream flowing through my mind, it took less than a minute to climax. I blew my load while thinking about how utterly subservient I’d been, how being chained and helpless had turned me on. Part of me wanted more, and started saying, “Maybe Nialla isn’t the right one for you. Maybe Jheri was right, and you should just see what you can find.” I quickly smothered that notion, but the fact remained: I had loved getting dominated.

As I washed myself off and made my way up the stairs, I tried to think of how I could use these newfound tastes. Maybe Nialla and I could experiment, once we’d escaped. If we escaped. The more I thought about it, the less likely it seemed that my plan would work, since I had no idea where she was and no way to get the paralysis collar off. However, I could always wait, learn more, and finally make my move once I knew exactly what I was doing. I started cooking breakfast with a plan of action in mind, and confidence that whatever I did, I’d discover a way out.

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