Author's Note ~
This particular story is an elaboration of a dream I had not but a mere few days ago. I will be including some sex as the plot goes along but, for now, I feel I should develop the plot first.
The characters are anthropomorphic, or animal with human-like qualities. I've added a few things to the story that veer far off the dream I had. All in all, I think you will enjoy it. Please rate, comment, etc. Feedback is good for the soul! :)
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Having forgotten her name in the few months since her capture, the once proud Wolven woman was now reduced to answering only to her number: "13." She was a slave now and had been caged since her first attempt to escape, as well as chained and gagged since she seduced and killed a guard and run off on her last, only to recaptured since running away was hard to do on limited rations. She had known, of course, how foolish that had been, but it had been fun at the very least. She smiled to herself as she remembered making that old lion drool and fumble to find the key to her cage. Thankfully, he had not thought of just buying her outright from the slave merchant at sunrise and leaving her there that night in her cage and that he did not simply rape her when he opened her cage door. Slitting his throat with his own dagger had been a simple task, although she knew just as well that the old codger had not deserved it. She could not afford to dwell on such things this night and she thus shook them off, for with the dawn would bring the day that she would be put up as the main attraction in the capital city of Draconia: Buaic Alex ar, or, in common tongue, Alex's Peak.She would be presented in the town square and was sure to be sold. After all, someone at Alex's Peak would have to be interested in a pure white female Wolven slave.
The Tiger slave merchant was bound to squeeze every copper piece he could out of her and get her off of his hands. He knew he would, too. After all, he himself lay awake almost every night thinking about her body and what he could do to it, as well as what he did manage to do to determine her worth as a slave before she took his eye. He would never let her get that close again, but he could dream. His name was Balthor, no longer a spring cub but certainly not an old geezer. He longed for her to look at him with lust filling her wild hazel eyes instead of the burning pits of fiery rage and hatred she cast his way. To feel her soft fur against his and to caress her perfectly sized, firm breasts in his hands without having to worry about protecting himself from her deadly teeth and claws. He sighed then and rolled over on his mat inside of his tent. 'Oh, well,' he thought. 'At least I will be rid of her tomorrow. She will not be able to torment me in my dreams then!'
The Sun rose and shone down upon the whole of Alex's Peak, everyone rising to greet Him and go about their ordinary daily lives. 13 awakened painfully, despite the beauty of the dawn, while Balthor stretched and rolled, happily dazed, off of his mat thinking of the last wet dream of 13 he hoped he would ever have and of the coin she would should put into his purse. 13 scowled at him when he exited his tent, knowing that she would have to be washed before she could be presented in the town square. She did not appreciate the ogling from him or any of the guards as two of Balthor's personal servants bathed her. Obviously, they would not loosen her chains to do so an only ever took the gag out to feed her stale bread and let her drink the dirty water provided. She was thankful only that Balthor fed her and the others at the very least, even if the rations were shit.
Balthor's servants were coming now with the usual lukewarm water and rags. She did not mind the method, considering the servants were female: one a Doe and the other a Rabbit. They were well-formed, after all, and respected her, although she would give them a wink, when the creeps were not ogling and had to handle something important, so that they could pleasure her. 13 was almost saddened that she would not be able to see them again or play with them, but she had to escape. She only wished to take them with her. 'Today,' she thought, shooting the two girls a wink, 'I will revel in the pleasure that they give me and howl through my gag, long and loud!'
The Doe was the first to start washing her, starting behind her ears. 'Oh, damn... That feels good,' thought 13, as she rolled her eyes back in bliss. The Rabbit began working on her legs and 13 felt relief as the water ran on and through her fur. The Doe was washing and massaging her shoulders as the Rabbit moved up her legs, gradually meeting at 13's torso to pleasure her, as well as each other. As they did so, 13 was beginning to shake with anticipation, enjoying every sensation she possibly could, from the Rabbit massaging her ass to the Doe washing her back and groping her breasts. 13's eyes went wide and she gasped with the Doe when the Rabbit slid a finger inside 13's ass and another inside the Doe's pussy. With her fingers already lubricated, the Rabbit was easily able to finger each of their holes hard and fast, rhythmically pumping and each of the other girls trying desperately to keep her fingers inside them. Meanwhile, the Doe squeezed 13's left breast tightly, pinching her nipple, and used her other hand to start pleasuring 13's neglected cunt. She started by flicking her clit with her thumb and then wiggling a finger inside her hot, wet hole. The Wolfess was about ready to burst as she struggled to hold back her climax, sinking her teeth deep into the shoddy leather gag, so that she could relish this one last time.
13 lost it then. as did the others. As sworn, 13 had thrown her head back and howled through her gag, easier to do now that she had nearly destroyed it. Her howl was long and loud, mournful and beautiful, with hopeful and free-spirited undertones; one might question whether she had been gagged at all. The Rabbit and Doe were stunned, having only ever heard growls, snarls, and curses from her toward their master Balthor. Although they had her moan before when they had played and a chuckle when 13 had done something rebellious, they had never thought she could do that.
Balthor stood there, less than ten feet from 13's cage, staring wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open, sporting a rather obvious hard on. He wanted her now more than ever and his eyes gleamed with lust, wanting to take 13 whether she liked it or not. He tried to recover his composure then, desperately trying to ignore his throbbing erection. "Whether someone buys you today or not, 13, you will not be doing anything other than getting tied down to my bed and ravaged until dawn. I don't care if the Dragon Prince himself pays gold coins for your pretty Wolven cunt! You're mine tonight, you filthy bitch!" Balthor proclaimed to her with a wicked grin and spat at her feet..
Turning to his servants, he ordered them to opposite ends of the display line and marched his merchandise into the town square with 13's cage on a small cart being pulled along by the other slaves ahead of her. 13 hated that she had practically forced the others into this by not successfully escaping or even trying to escape in the first place. At this, she hung her head in shame and stayed that way until Balthor cracked his whip to make them move faster.
