Saving and Hurting Her (Lord Dakol and blackwolf)

[Lord Dakol]

Raindrops fell upon the black car that drove through the cramped city. Vehicles honked and squealed, the noisy advertisements and people yelling filled up most of the audio. But the one sound that pierced through the rest was the screaming moan of a woman as she was raped. It was dangerously frequent; at least ten women were raped every day, and five people were killed the same. That's why Xanatos sat in the back of his car, looking out the tinted window as his driver went down the street.

The man had short-cut silver hair that was rare for his age of twenty-five. He had narrowed yet softened aqua-blue eyes. He wore a white buttoned-up dress shirt and black pants with a belt, allowing people to see the toned, athletic physique that was hidden under the clothes. "Are we close, Jack?" he asked the driver.

"Yessir, Mr. Xanatos. Right now..." the driver replied, braking slowly next to a sidewalk. Peering out, his eyes scanned the wide brick building. Windows were opened fully to let out the strong stench from inside, but also allowed the familiar noises of crying and screams to fill the air. The Slave Market.

"Stay here," said Xanatos, getting out of the car, smoothing his shirt as he grabbed his jacket. Without waiting another second, he opened the plastic double-doors to walked inside. Who was going to be lucky..?

 

[moonsblackwolf]

The young wolfess had long forgotten the smell of fresh air, the touch of morning grass damp with dew, how it felt to run for long distances underneath a clear night sky lit just by a full moon. Oh, she didn't require a full moon to be in her half-wolf form but she enjoyed how the lunar light would cast shadows upon the forest, make the world into something new and exotic. For years she spent in those familiar woods running with some of her pack members, running solo. There weren't the many left in her pack these days, she was a rarity in the world anymore. People had the wrong idea and hunted her kind for sport. Between that and the pack structure, it made her species a dwindling one. Females were born less often than males, packs could run with up to a dozen males and only one or two females. It meant that puppies were born infrequently. To encounter a wolf anthro was rare, a female even rarer, and one who was still a virgin...one in a billion.

Aeries remembered being captured despite it being so long ago. She enjoyed a long run by herself, the feel of freedom she had, when she heard a cry of young one in trouble. She ran towards the sound, her instinct to protect the pack's young guiding her. As she ran quickly, the scream was loud in her pointed ears and suddenly something bit her in her softly curved backside. She stumbled a moment and looked at her bottom to see a large feathered thing sticking out of her. She had a moment of wondering why a bird attacked her before the world swirled and she fell. She could hear some laughter and hooting as a pair of males approached her, one carrying a boombox making the cries.

The next few days were a huge blur, she remembered a large crate and being moved. Sometimes when she woke she remembered faces and another stinging bite before she passed back out. When she woke what seemed like days later, she knew the place was different than home. For the first time she felt awake and able to move. There were voices outside the crate and she waited, waited until the door to the crate was open and she launched herself out with a growl. But she was beat to the floor quickly and a stern large male stood over her while another quickly threw a metal collar around her throat complete with a chain.

Over the next few weeks they spent trying to break her into some submissive whimpering thing. She stopped resisting nearly as badly but she never did what they wanted. Many of the trainer's assistants bore the scars from her attacks but they never did more than bruise her or lightly cut her so she was smooth perfection. Her body was lightly tanned from her time spent nude in the sun, but her fur on her head, spine, tail, and lower legs to her paws were a unique auburn hue. Her eyes were a bright blue like a husky, clear as the morning sky and filled with fire like the sun. Aeries was unique from her pack members who were mostly various greys and black. The slavers were especially glad to find out upon inspection she was a virgin, unblemished inside and out. Thankfully she stayed that way.

That day the man came down to her quarters with the leash and mild cat-o-nine in hand. He told her that she was going to market, that she would finally get to be more than just a bitch for beatings...soon she would know what it meant to be owned completely. Aeries growled but he whipped her across her stomach and breast which were exposed due to her arms being bound above her head. "Bad bitch..." He walked over confidently and snapped the leash on a choke collar around her bruised throat while another put a short chained shackle on her wrists and paws. They lead her away from the cell she'd known for weeks and towards a more well lit area of the building, though it was by no means a nice room. She was dragged into a different room with a stage, forced into the light and exposed for a rather crowd of people. There were whispers while the men started shouting about numbers and stats.

((Sorry if it's too long of a post, I got carried away ;P))

 

[Lord Dakol]

Xanatos silently strode down the long hall that damp with and moisture. The screams still became louder, and he well to shut it out. Soon enough, he found himself in a room full of people - mostly men -, their voices creating an odd mix of whispers and shouts: the showroom. From this, he could barely hear the announcer.

"We have a fantatic selection for you today, potential masters and mistresses," was all Xanatos heard, allowed his piercing blue eyes to do the work. A line of amazing women kneeled upon the hardwood floor. He noticed a few nekos and normal ones, but there was one young girl that stood out. Her soft, delicate fur that covered all but her most valuable parts, and the ears that perked up and the pointed fangs told him that she was a wolfess. Xanatos saw the sweat that glistened on her supple flesh, and her perky breasts and made him bite his lip. But he was caught her eyes. They were close to his own deep, eerie hue. She was special, and certainly didn't want her to be misuse by another, much rougher man. And so the bidding began.

((It's all right!))

 

[moonsblackwolf]

The wolfess continued to squirm and fight her handlers as she was on the stage, displeased by the exposed feeling she got being in front of everyone. She was displeased and angered as she was up for bid, pulled to her feel and pranced at the front of the stage. Her eyes were full of hatred and her growl rang as they yanked her around, showing her off.

At one point they turned her around and one handler bent her forward slightly. The real quicker was his hand grabbing her fluffy tail she'd tucked over her buttom and yanking it up high. She gave a surprised and nasty snarl which earned her a slap across her face.

The bidding continued, the price going high for such a rare little catch. It seemed many of them wanted their own little puppy to use and abuse.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Xanatos could see the clearness of the girl's anger as she was paraded around on stage, and decided to wait just a few minutes more. He quirked an eyebrow in interest as they bent her over so that they could see the puckered rosebud and her soft lips, and the tail that attempted to cover her sensitive areas. He flinched slightly as she was slapped and the bidding began. For now, he stayed silent.

"50!" one man yelled.
"75!" another said.
"150!" a woman screamed.
"400!"

Woah. It was getting high, wasn't it? Not that it matter to him; he needn't worry about expenses. He watched in amusement as people tried to outbid each other, even going so far as 2,000.

"2,100!"
"2,500!"

"5,000." Xanatos' voice cut through the crowd easily, silencing all other into shock. He just doubled the bid without hesitation. That was how much he wanted her.

"Going once, going twice . . . sold, to the gentlemen in the back!" the announcer said with a greedy smile.

He sighed and walked forward, wading through the crowd easily, most due to the fact that they moved out of the way. Once he reached the stage, Xanatos jumped up, unhooking the bag on his hip and tossing it to the announcer, then gently grabbed the wolfess's leash. "Let's go," he said with a tone of flatness before he led her through the room, tugging her along.

 

[moonsblackwolf]

Aeries couldn't have cared less about how much people spent on her, she would kill the person regardless of what they paid. She was no longer facing the crowd, the slavers keeping her towards the wall to help her sale. It wouldn't do very good if she was nasty towards the crowd, the bidding might not go as high as they wanted. The bidding continued for a while as it seemed may people wanted a little puppy for their collection of toys.

When the crowd was suddenly silent, she turned to look over her shoulder unsure why it was so quiet. It semeed the bidding was over and one man had won. She watched with a heated gaze as the man walked towards the stage, his commanding presence obvious as he easily moved through the parting crowd. When he got to the stage, he quickly paid and took his goods, although the wolfess was not exactly willing to follow. She walked as fast as the chains would allow her, avoiding being choked by the chain collar.