Author's Note: This section is posted in Non-Consent for a reason, it contains more triggers than a gun show.
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"Luna Catherine, prepare the others. The Alpha and his army will arrive in an hour." The Luna title was something they did solely to remind us of how far we had fallen from our previous station, as if the silver collars and nudity weren't enough.
"Yes, Beta Tennard." I kept my eyes down and hands behind my back, my breasts pushed forward as I stood in front of the door to the Luna's Quarters. He reached out and twisted my left nipple painfully, I pushed back a yelp. It was the one thing I could control over the past eleven years since I had been taken. I refused to give them the pleasure of hearing me scream, no matter how much they hurt me. Beta Tennard was a stern and cruel man, jaded by decades of war and the death of his mate when they were both teens. He wasn't the worst of them.
"He'll expect them to look good and act properly. If they don't, I won't be the only one taking my disappointment out on that ass of yours." He walked away, and I didn't move until he was up the stairs and the guard had let him out. The basement we were kept in was a large prison, in effect. There was only one way in or out, through doors that required two people to open with keys at the same time, one from the inside and one from the outside. Past the doors were security and guard quarters and even more locked passages. Escape was impossible, and I had the scars on my back to prove it. I was thirty-five years old and had spent almost a third of my life this way.
I turned and opened the door to the private room that I shared with five other Lunas who had been captured and enslaved by the Black Dawn Pack. "Private" was a misnomer, it really was just a bunk room in which we waited until the guards called us out. Other rooms in the basement were set up for the entertainment of the Pack leadership, with large beds and a selection of toys and implements to use on us as they desired. The common area outside the rooms was reminiscent of a medieval dungeon; it was the place where cruel punishments and tortures were dealt out, along with your garden variety dominant fantasies.
"They'll be here in an hour," I said as I woke up Luna Mary. She was the most recent arrival, the Crooked River Pack having been wiped out two months ago. She was still getting over the "party" they held in her honor. She was a smaller woman, who resembled one of those peppy cheerleader-types with her five-two frame of a gymnast. Her surfer-blond hair was messed up from sleep, it hung to her shoulder blades. Any pep she had was gone after all she had endured. "Showers, hair, make sure you are clean. Don't give the bastards a free reason to punish you, this will be bad enough as it is. Get plenty of lubricant inside, they won't give you more."
Luna Vivian was crying, she knew the target of the Alpha's fury was the Red Moon Pack, and their Luna was a close friend. She didn't cry much these days, in the three years she had been here she found that crying just encouraged them to do more. I walked over and gave her a hug. "You have to stay strong through this, Kirsten will need your help to get through this, just like we helped you."
She nodded into my shoulder and then stepped back, wiping the tears from her eyes. She straightened her back and squared her shoulders, rising up to her full five-foot-ten, her brown hair falling in natural curls to the middle of her back. "I hate to say this, but I hope she managed to kill herself." She turned and walked towards the single showerhead in the corner of the concrete room and stood under it. The nozzle was set into the ceiling, directly above a drain grate in the floor, ensuring there was no place to tie a rope to. They went to great lengths to take away our ability to end our own miserable lives. Alpha Kendrick Black had spent a lot of time gathering his trophy collection, and he didn't want any to be lost. There was a button on the wall you pressed to get thirty seconds of cold water. We took turns, getting wet then moving out of the way to lather up our bodies and hair. Ten minutes later, we were helping each other dry and style our hair.
"Let me get that for you," Luna Nancy said. She took the plastic brush from my hand and started to work the kinks out of my waist-length black hair. I hated it, but the Alpha refused to let me get it cut. He liked how he could control me by wrapping it around his hands, or binding my limbs to it. I leaned back, moving the hair away from the thick silver collar that had been welded around my neck the first day I was here. Silver blocked our wolves from coming forward; with the collar in place, we could not communicate telepathically, shift into our animal forms, or tap into the strength our wolf had while we were in human form. Even our healing was slowed, although still faster than human recovery. Collaring was the ultimate punishment for a werewolf, because it cut us off from our other half. It also burned like hell if you touched it, which was why I kept my fingers clear and the inside of the collar was lined with leather.
If I was the mother figure to this group, Nancy was the daughter. She had just turned eighteen, having been captured last year before she found her mate. Her mother had died when she was younger, so when her father was killed she became Luna of her Pack- for about a day. That was how long it took for Alpha Kendrick to kill her senior leadership, and give her members the same choices he gave every Pack he took over. Join their Pack as provisional members and prove their worth and loyalty, or be enslaved and sold. Unfortunately for her, she was growing into a real beauty and would never know the joys of a mate. She had wavy red hair that ran down mid-back, and was cursed with wide hips and a large bust on an athletic five-foot-nine body. She had been a favorite of the Pack leadership since her arrival, and that was not a good thing.
The Lunas never got a choice. They were the Alpha's treasure, his way to show his friends and enemies how powerful he was, to make them fear him more than anything else. There was nothing like parading the naked Lunas in, sending them under the table to entertain the guests while the meal was served.
When we all had our hair done and faces cleaned and made up, it was time to prepare for the inevitable servitude. Each of us used the toilet and enema attachment to get clean inside and out; you only made the mistake of not doing this once. We helped each other, the large bottle of Astro Glide being passed around as we made sure our vaginas and rectums were well coated. I expected we would be used hard for the whole night, and none of us found rape to be arousing. Pre-lubrication limited the discomfort and tearing we would have to deal with.
I checked the room, Luna Tandy was just finishing preparing Luna Sheri. The two were twin sisters, both had found their mates in the Alphas of the western Montana Packs. They had been taken six and five years ago respectively, and they were the ones who kept the rest of us positive. They never wavered in their belief that one day we would be rescued, and we would have our vengeance for what they had done to us. Both girls were tall with straight strawberry-blonde hair going to mid-back, and the build of the volleyball stars they once were. They weren't large up top, but they had that bubble butt and muscled legs that made them favorites of some. Well, that and the twin thing. They were almost always used together.
There were still five minutes left when we were all ready. I gathered the girls around me, huddling up like it was a football game. "We know what is going to happen tonight, we can't stop it, we have to survive it. Don't do anything stupid, don't set yourself up to be punished more than we already will be. Luna Kirsten will be the focus tonight, and we need to help her through this and bring her back when they are done." I looked at them all, they were my only friends, and we had to stick together. "May Luna protect us all."
