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When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]


Seconds passed ... and she felt nothing. No jaw upon her throat. Her eyes slowly opened, her body trembling --- which only did so more as she noted the other Lycans making more intelligent moves. Keeping her on her back to be exact. Oh gods ... what ... ?? Her shaking increased yet again as Redfang finally began to speak. Swallowing nervously, she watched his gaze ... before feeling her leg get taken up. "W-wait! Please .... "

And kicking was only the minimum she did. She squirmed, trying to pull away, free her upper body. As his grip tightened, she now knew he was very serious. "I'm sorry ... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" All the tears that had stopped falling quickly resumed as she was forced to listen to all the snaps and cracks. Her body convulsed .... then finally gave in as it went still. Even if she did get free, she was surrounded ... and now slower than any of the Lycans.

Her leg went limp as he finished. Her eyes closed again as her body relaxed underneath all the Lycans, giving them a silent form of surrender. Now ... she truly was at not just Redfang's mercy ... but all of theirs.
 

Redfang let her broken leg drop, sorely tempted to break the other for the sheer pain of it. But no, he wanted her able to hobble at least and know with every step what he could do to her. Gazing at her naked body, her spread legs leading up to the broken breathing raising her chest up and down he felt a stir of bloodlust within him. He could smell the others of his group growing excited as well, barely held back snarls and growls echoing around them. The pain of her leg would be only the start, she must be made to show she was his. To do with as he will.

"Browntail," he barked at one of the hunters, the largest of the group next to him and named from the brown coloring of his backside. The lycan raised his head at the command, grey eyes narrowing in anticipation of an order. Redfang gestured to the prone female on the ground, offering her body to his pack brother. "You may have her first."

Browntail let out a growl of appreciation, the others letting go of her arms so he would have more room on top of her. Redfang watched in anticipation, his lips curled back in both lust and burning anger as the other lycan placed a well-musled thigh between her legs.

He held down her arms, snarling in her face and dripping hot saliva down her cheeks. "Spartan bitch, you will feel the fury of the pack tonight!" his voice was surprisingly human, not as rough as the others but full of just as much rage. Licking her neck he raised himself up and grabbed her good leg, bringing it over his shoulder as his bulging erection grew from his sheath. Around them the other lycans began to circle, waiting their turn impatiently and growing words of encouragement for their brother..
 

Watching silently, it didn't dawn upon her till she saw all of their gazes that she was in quite the compromising position. And in front of so many Lycans no less. Her head shook in disbelief, her arms beginning to cover her face. No please no. Not again ..... Even as her arms got pinned, however, she shut her eyes quickly. Panting and shuddering, her head turned away from the voice -- Browntail apparently -- as he spoke.

A shiver trailed down as she felt her neck licked. Her head tossed back as her nipples hardened from the spot he'd chosen. For a bit, she thought he may grab her bad leg ... but - whatever the motive was - he chose her better leg. She doubted it was mercy ... but she would definitely be grateful all the same. Her eyes didn't need to open to know he was probably hard by now. Whom wouldn't be?

Not only was she nude but now unable to fight. What person with a twisted enough mind wouldn't get turned on from such a sight? Even knowing what was about to happen, she kept quiet. She went back to her 'stubborn' mode of sorts. It'd be harder to do this time as opposed to last ... but she'd do all she could to keep from screaming or making any other form of noise. Taking steady breaths through her nose, she waited ... knowing what was to come.
 

Browntail narrowed his eyes at her as she seemingly ignored his actions. Like the others wolves he was used to prey that offered resistance, fought or at least begged for mercy. Her though...he was beginning to understand why she infuriated Redfang so. Positioning himself between her he shoved forward, the fur around his legs brushing up against her skin and scratching at her. He let out a pleasured howl at at the feeling of her tight body yielding under him, the sight of her hardened nipples fueling his desire. His thick wolfhood rammed over and over, his method crude compared to the experienced oral attention that Redfang had given her earlier. How different things would have been if she hadn't tried to escape...

Redfang was breathing heavier now at the right of the forced rutting, walking on both hind legs around them. Kneeling down over her head he grabbed her hair and lifted her face to look at him, her vision shaken by every thrust into her broken body.

"Still you don't scream," her enemy spoke, his voice oddly even. "But before I only took the virginity of your cunt. I believe you have another hole that needs breaking open." He leaned in close. "Would that give me a scream?."
 

Her eyes shut tighter as she felt her head grabbed. Her fingernails dug into her palms, keeping her wincing silent. As Redfang spoke, a shudder traveled down her body. She had almost forgot, in fact, Browntail had already slid in due to the words. Unfortunately ... he was right. Even during the seven years they were gone, she hadn't let anyone, herself included, dare touch her ass. This time ... however ... she didn't nod yes or no.

In fact, she didn't reply to Redfang. Now she was ignoring him .. giving them all the silent treatment. Not caring he still held her head, she jerked it away roughly from him. Keeping her eyes tightly shut, she began to rely upon her ears ... her listening to aid her in beginning to figure what else was going on around her.
 
Redfang watched her close her eyes, trying to block out the world around her. The anger the built up inside of him was only quashed by the sight of her breasts heaving back and forth with the thrust of the wolf inside of her. "Bitch..." the name was barely a whisper as he readied himself, his cock already having frown thick and heavy in anticipation. Hanging above her head his precum dripped down on her face, sliding over her lips and down her cheek from his movements.

"Turn her over," he ordered Browntail, who even in his lust driven state complied immediately. Without care for her broken limb he sezed her hips and pulled himself free, laying his back on the ground and dragging her on top of him. Redfang grabbed her by both legs, twisting her broken one slightly as he positioned her back over Browntail's cock and shoved her down.

Pressing down on her backside she was forced against the hard, furry chest of the lycan underneath her. His heart was beating rapidly and he was very warm to the touch underneath the layer of fur. Behind her though was were the real action was occurring, Browntail seeming to know what to do by grabbing her ass with both hands and spreading her cheeks to Redfang. The alpha wold came up from behind, his hard cock sapping down on the small of her back as prodded her virgin ass with his claw. Below he could see the hard, pink shaft of Browntail rutting away at her cunt. Bouncing her up and down forcing her to feel every piece of movement.

"Still playing the stoic?" Redfang hissed, pressing hard against the tight black ring with his finger. Around her she would hear the other lycans panting, growling, snapping. It was like she was a bloody carcass and they all wanted a bite. Starving wolves ready to devour their prey.
 

Exhaling deeply through her nose, she bit harder on her lower lip as she got turned. FUCKER .... AHHHHHHHHH! A few stray tears fell from her cheeks but she refused to let anything more leave. Now that her arms were free, she bit down into her right one again, muffling her whimpers as her leg got twisted and moved. As her ass got spread open, her eyes closed tighter.

Her body trembled at the sounds of all the others ... and realizing Browntail wasn't about to switch. No ... she was pretty certain it really would be Redfang. Her head bowed, her muscles convulsing and squeezing involuntarily around Browntail's cock. But ... that's not possible! Both of them ... there's no way! Especially with the fact Browntail's knot hadn't even grown yet. There ... was no way this would work! Right?!

Panting as she let go of her arm, bite marks easily seen now, her head shook no again. "I .. owe .... you ..... nothing!" She finally hissed aloud. "Especially ... regarding my body. No hints of pleasure, no carrying children ... nothing! None of that will happen! Not as long as I breathe .... "
 
Her cry of resistance only elected laughter from the small pack, Redfang's included. Pleasure? he grabbed her hair, bending her head back to hiss in her ear. "You think now is about you're pleasure? You would be so lucky." A strong, muscular arm wrapped around her chest and dug its claws into her right breast as nipped at her ear. She would feel the sharp edges scraping against her skin, marking her as he did all those years ago. "Amica said you saw her brand. I think you're will fit very well right here."

At her waist the thick head of his shaft was positioning itself, Browntail stopping his movement and spreading her ass even farther to allow him easy access. His thick precum was warm and wet against her back entrance but was no where near enough in terms of lubrication. Still he pressed forward, his backside forced against his blood-stained chest as he rutted against her. The initial sharp jab wasn't enough, only pushing her forward and almost slipping her off Browntail who quickly pulled her forward again. The next thrust hit home, the head pressing hard against her asshole and spreading it in ways it was never meant to. Now it was a steady push as he grunted and groaned into her ear, letting her hear him with ever inch he forced inside.
 

"Bastard! Agh!" She blocked out the laughter, ignoring all the rest going on around her. Her focus had easily gone to the branding. Compared to the humiliation the lycans were trying to torture her with, the physical one was much worse at the moment. As Amica mentioned, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the poor girl. She knew ... that Amica was probably not in much better of a shape than herself. Oh she did feel bad for it ... but not enough to regret having tried to get away from Redfang.

Panting and squirming instinctively as she felt her ass getting toyed with, her head shook no violently. The fact that double penetration wouldn't be used against her did make this a bit easier in a way. But at the same time, it didn't. Her fingernails dug deeper, getting so close to drawing blood. As her lower lip got touched, more of the crimson fluid began leaving. Silent tears fell down her face as her head shook from side to side.
 
Underneath her Browntail was breathing hard and enjoying the faces she made in her torment, the sight of blood and tears dripping down her body exciting the beast within him. Pulling down on her his tongue lapped at her chest, sliding over her breasts and nipple in a sick feast of her flavor. But behind her he was just as adamant about impaling her as Redfang, his own cock pressing back against her pussy even as Redfang forced another inch in. Together the two lycans raped her lower body, Browntails the easier penetration by far. Redfang was still struggling to force himself inside, her body refusing to yield and almost unable to after already being filled with the large shaft assaulting it from underneath.

The slow grind was tough for Redfang, her dry hole almost painful for him to force himself into. But the sounds she maid more than made up for it. As he humped against her, trying to get all the way in even as Browntail's cock began to slide in and out of her she would hear the rhythmic panting of the other lycans on either side of her. The sound was familiar, one she may have heard from herself from time to time, and she would probably gather they were pleasuring themselves to the sight of her degradation.
 

Her mind ... must have temporarily blanked out somewhere between being moved and having her ass taken. Because it wasn't until she saw Browntail still under her that she realized ... this was double penetration. Her arms shook hard as she found it more and more difficult to keep herself standing. The harder and longer the two fucked, the more she felt herself ready to let herself fall upon Browntail and let her body and head fall on his chest. And then .... the same sensation she had felt from earlier was surging - again - through her body.

Though the orgasm from earlier had felt good ... that wasn't much. And now, even with the disturbing looking image, her body was beginning to give in again. Damnit ..... noooooooooo.... Her eyes silently closed as her muscles began squeezing, especially around Browntail. She continued to remain still for a while ... before she couldn't take anymore and moved her hips carefully back upon both Lycans. Mental curses raced through her as she panted ... shuddering and trembling violently in front of them all.
 
Redfang had finally started to pull back from inside her, her ass refusing to open more to brute force. Pulling out several inches he violently shoved himself back in, rocking her against Browntail's snout as he licked at her chest. The lycan underneath her was panting hard from her the way her muscles tightened around him, her unwanted feelings egging him on even if she wanted to deny them. The two soon began entering a rythem together, in and out, in and out, one sliding into her as the other pulled out and then reversing the order. Their paces were different though and she would feel the change happen quickly as they began to move together, both large cocks inside her at once and spreading her like a cheap whore.

As she pushed back against them Redfang laughed, rearing back and slapping her ass hard leaving behind a burning handprint. Feel it bitch. Beg with your body." Her movments spoke of her desire even if she didn't and to the wolves around her she might as well have been screaming. Though for Redfang it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

Browntail was the first to press against her with it, his engorged knot thick and pink against her nether lips. The bulge pressed against her opening, Browntail pulling her down on it rather than pushing himself up. Her body could take it, she knew that from her teenage years. But there was still the matter of Redfangs...
 

Her head bowed in more shame as she slowly - but steadily - kept fucking back. Low moans and groans kept leaving as she felt her lust building up again, making her breathe heavier than she had thus far the entire day. Maybe a lot of it had been from all the pain her body had endured ... but any pain she should be feeling was practically numbed up by now. Or ... for quite a while anyways. Once she felt the knots expanding, she shivered.

And yet, even despite her anxieties, she didn't pull away from either of them. If anything she pushed down .. knowing - and easily feeling - that compared to Redfang's, Browntail would be merciful. Between the two of them, she felt herself take in all of Browntail's know, screaming in delight as she came from the stimulations; including the brand.

Whimpering and quaking, she finally spoke though her tone was gentle ... a submissive hint to it for once. "Please .... Redfang. Give me Amica's punishments ... whatever they were going to be. Everything .. between us today ... was my fault. Including .... including her pleasing me. I ... I seduced her ... pulled her close and made her hot, lustful. That ... that wasn't her fault. So .. please. Do what you will with me ... and what you were going to to her but don't hurt her."
 
Browntail returned her scream with a roar, her neck arching back and opening his jaw wide underneath her as his knot was pushed inside her tight, wet pussy. She was right in that he was more merciful but only in that he was more interested in his own pleasure than her suffering and subjugation. His know tied within her now made Redfang's assault all the more extreme, with Browntail unable (and unwilling) to remove his hard shaft her body was constantly stretched to the limit as he sawed in and out of her. With each thrust, each slap of flesh against flesh she would feel Redfang's know growing larger and pressing up against her her tight anal ring.

Redfang only slowed when her voice begged him to spare Amica, the gentle, subjugated tone something he had been waiting for. You think to tell me what to do with what is mine?" He grabbed her by the neck, pulling up so she was raised about Browntail and hanging in the air between them. She will suffer her own punishment and be grateful I keep her. And I will do what I will with you regardless!" he looked out amongst the other lycans, snarling at them. "Someone gag her. See how she screams with her mouth occupied with cock." As one of the other lycans approached, this one sporting a set of large scars that went all the way across his chest, Redfang hissed in her ear "And if you bite...Amica will suffer the consequences. Her concern for the slave girl was a weakness she had allowed him to discover, one he would definitely use in the future.

In front of her the scarred lycan seized the sides of her head and forced his shaft against her lips trying to force himself inside. He was already slick with precum, having built himself up while watching her push against the others. All the while Redfang pressed his knot against her asshole, using all his strength and Browntail pushing her hips against him to force it inside.
 

Wincing in agony at her neck - and body in general - being pulled, she found herself gazing right at Redfang. Her head shook no weakly. "Not tell, no. Just ... negotiating. Trying to anyways ... " Her eyes slowly closed again as she gave a weak nod, trying to get the girl out of her mind for the time being. Her hips continued thrusting back against both Lycans, though focusing a bit more upon Redfang now, knowing his knot was still not yet in her. Maybe the cooperation .. would help lessen everything for Amica if not fully cancel it out.

As another approached, she didn't get much time to try to mentally prepare. Soon the cock was deep in her mouth as she opened it, accepting and taking him in. It ... didn't taste as bad as she had thought. But it was definitely new for sure. Shuddering and convulsing as she began moving her head up and down, her hips never ceasing all the while, she began getting drenched. Her juices were flowing so fast ... they were trying to escape the massive cock thrust up inside her cunt and go down her thighs; though the knot was helping every drop remain sealed inside.
 
His knot hard and ready Redfang gave another forfule shove and, aided by her sudden willingness, he forced the head of it inside of her. Stretching her to the limit, her muscles forced to mold to his shaft as the knot forced its way in. His hips now flush against her ass body males were fully inside of her and rutting like wild, her juices sliding around her walls trapped by Browntail's knot. The way she moved against him, even if it was out of fear or the hope for future mercy...the sight would have looked to any outside as a woman allowing herself to be taken by three large beasts. Had any Spartans had seen her now they would have surely had her killed as a traitor despite any words she might have to defend herself with.

The wolves pounded away at her for what seemed like hours, claws everywhere over her body as they raced towards climax. In her mouth the thick shaft of the scarred one throbbed, hos knot pressing against her lips with each thrust but not forcing itself inside. Redfang was panting hard, his tongue hanging from his mouth while underneath Browntail suddenly heaved upward, cumming in one long release. His hip pushed up to meet hers as a torrent of semen filled her, coming out all in one long stream rather than a series of spurts. Browntail had apparently been holding that in for quite a long time.
 

From what Celeste could tell, a mix of sheer will power and possibly another deity was the only thing keeping her in one piece. She had given up on holding back noises now as moans and muffled screams left her lips. Though she kept to her silent promise and didn't dare bite upon the one taking her mouth. She had been cumming so much ... so hard ... that by the time Redfang and Browntail reached their own peaks, she hit ... her fifth? Probably more. Still, it was all beginning to take a toll upon her body - leg especially.

At least managing to keep herself up until they all finished, her head bowed as she gazed down, panting and gasping desperately. "..R...redfang ... I ... I can't ... stand much more. Please ... stop. I ... feel like I'm about to collapse ... pass out ...." The blood loss that had yet to have been treated was the main thing making her so tired ... so weary. If he would really insist on the others all having at least one turn .... she would try to stay conscious. But that, in itself, would be a hell of a miracle in itself.
 
The wolves proved insatiable. Redfang didn't even respond to her plea with words, only pulled his sperm-covered cock free from her filled ass and let her fall to the ground. Her face has been given a fine layer of cum, thick gobs of it sprayed into her mouth and over hair and face. And when Browntail had finally pulled himself free her thighs quickly became wet from the juices sliding down her leg. But still, they were not done. The others moved in to replace the first group, fighting over which hold they would get and pulling her in different directions. The actual order didn't matter in the end for she ended up like before, her ass and cunt filled while another forced his length down her mouth. One by one they came, her body filled and covered with wolf seed...and then it repeated itself.

On and on the went until morning, a frenzied orgy of sexual lust and dominance. By the time the sun had risen every knot had filled her at least once, Redfang alone taking her many times. Even when she lost consciousness they continued, leaving her with plenty of sores in the morning as she awoke carried over Redfang's shoulder, the campsight just within sight.
 

.. Son of a bitch ... Those were the last thoughts she heard before her head lulled forward. Her eyes closed ... and this time remained shut as she fell upon Browntail's chest. Well ... it had been from what she managed to see anyways. She had lost count of everything ... how many orgasms she had, the lycans she consciously saw and felt ... anything that required counting. The number of hours was also included in this equation though that had a much better estimate than the others ... for one major reason. The sun was up ... and she distinctly remembered it had been about twilight or so when she passed out.

Well ... a bit after, rather. .... Seriously? Twelve hours about? The mere guess terrified her. A low groan was the only signal Redfang - first rather - that she finally regained consciousness. Blinking a few times, she found the camp sight not too far away. Placing her hands upon her stomach as it clenched, she realized she needed - preferably sooner than later - food. The effect from the berries had long worn off ... and gods she had never felt so weak; physically or mentally. Partly from feeling her voice was hoarse due to all the screaming and crying out in pleasure and another from fear of pissing Redfang off from a simple task like speaking, she allowed herself to be carried. Same tent? Or another? She mused quietly, honestly wondering what he would do or - for that matter - what the hell would happen; more now that she was an official slave. He wouldn't expect her to do 'chores', sexual or non, right when they got back ..... would he?
 
As they approached the camp various faces turned to look at them, human and lycan both. The sight of Celeste, leg broken, body worn, and dried semen still stuck to parts of her gave many of the males reason to nod in respect. Redfang made no move to spare her the shame of it either, walking through the center of camp and passing the human blacksmiths, lycan warriors training, and slaves tending to menial work. The entire camp was abuzz with his return and his "conquering of the Spartan woman", though many used more colorful adjectives than that.

Redfang noticed the shift in her movement as she awoke, tightening his grip on her as if she might try to escape. "You best remember last night," he told her as they marched through camp. "Next time means both your legs."

Despite the long, long night they had the lycans barely looked tired. For Redfang it was a matter of pride and his refusal to ever look weak in front of the pack, though he was in bad need of a good rest. The same of true of his fellow hunters, all of whom stood tall despite any fatigue they felt. It had been very much worth it regardless.

They didn't even go close to her old tent this time, coming closes to the middle of camp to a sight that filled most with dread. This tent was larger though not looking nearly as grand, completely going for function rather than form as it was used to house one of their most valuable resources: newly captured slaves. Before they were in sight one could make out the occasional wale and cry of a woman coming from it and as they grew closer Celeste would see the tent front wide open allowing the lycans would guarded it a clear view of all the slaves inside. There would be no easy escape here, with or without her leg.

Numerous cages lined the tent, big and small and almost all of them filled with several women. All were younger and within their breeding age marking this and a womans tent. Children and males slaves were kept farther apart somewhere in camp, no doubt just as guarded as these poor creatures. Many of the women showed signs of abuse, torn clothing and scratch marks along their limbs though many still seemed untouched. Fresh ones it seemed, the one Redfang had wanted for last night before she had made good on her promise to escape. Bringing her inside the tent several women, broken slaves acting as caretakers for this bunch, approached them and without orders quickly guided Redfang to a spot in the middle of the tent where a long woonded pole stood. Heavy chains were fashioned with three other women already attached and laying there. None of them turned to look as Redfang laid Celeste down on the grass beside the pole and allowed the women to take one of the chains and fashion the metal collar it ended in to her neck.

Redfang looked down at her, taking in the sight of her broken and used body. "Feed her," he ordered the women. "And tend to her leg. I want her able to walk after it heals."

The slaves nodded silently as their master and his hunters turned and left them. Browntail stayed behind, apparently acting on the orders of Redfang, and took a seat several yards away with the other lycan guards watching them. Redfang was giving no chances.

The women moved quickly and with trained hands, setting her leg in a cast and bringing her soup to eat. The steaming broth wasn't the best but hunger was always the best spice.
 

A low whimper left as she felt Redfang's grip tighten. When she realized she over her his shoulder - and thus looking at what was behind her, not in front of her - her head fell back against Redfang. She wouldn't be able to see the exact location she was being taken to until they arrived. Her head nodded at his words but ... she had a feeling that wouldn't - alone - suffice for an answer. "I understand ... " She murmured weakly, her body not even attempting to move now. Not in a means to escape at least.

At most, her head turned when she began passing by tent after tent, looking as they passed them all. One had definitely been the old tent, meaning she would be in another one as she had thought. When her eyes finally found the proper location ... she felt sick from the sight. But if they all had the same loyalty as Amica, she knew there would be no point in even attempting to aid them with getting out .. even if it felt like the right thing to do. It would be worth risking her other leg also. A low groan left as she got laid down, feeling something wrap around her neck. Her body was sore -- much, much more than it had been even when Redfang raped her the first time. Then again, he was only one Lycan; last night had been half a dozen.

Pushing herself up to a very careful but steady sitting up stance, she soon found herself gazing down at a bowl of soup. At this moment, she wouldn't dare be picky as she took the spoon and drank it. Her leg trembled as she felt it getting worked on but otherwise stayed perfectly still. Various questions were racing through her mind as she ate, mainly if she had somehow gotten pregnant from the orgy and also how long exactly it would take to even begin to heal?

She wanted to believe no to the first ... simply because there would be a risk on one of the others having beaten Redfang. He had been too adamant on it being him wanting to be the lycan to impregnate her. He'd probably do so later ... when there would be no question and he didn't have to worry about anyone else being around. She hadn't felt like she wanted to puke either; an easy sign that usually forewarned of pregnancy.

The second .. would greatly depend on Apollo and the cast. At the minimum - where she could begin to walk though it wouldn't be the best - would be three days. It wouldn't finish healing ... not until about a week if not a bit more.

Sighing softly, she continued eating, keeping her gaze downward. She didn't want to look at the other slaves but more than that, none of the lycans; especially Browntail.
 
The night had been a good release for Redfang. Celeste, that damn female, still managed to get the better of him even after seven years. He could remember Verona vividly, the young teenager laying under him refusing to yield. Now though...now she was a woman and stronger than ever. Had he not known it to be part of the gods plan, an offering to him for his strength as a hunter, he might have been driven crazy by the idea. She was ever the enigma to him...crafty, resourceful, and deadly warrior, and yet she was also a female and gave into fear and lust under a powerful male. But regardless of any weakness he saw she never broke, never allowed herself to completely fall.

Dismissing his hunters, the well-sexed lycans bowing their heads as they made their was to their own respective tents, Redfang made his way to the tent that had housed her before. Upon entering he could still smell her, the scent of sex still lingering in the air. Amica was there as well, the foolish slave's punishment returning to his thoughts. That would have to wait for now as he turned to the shrine to Mars. Falling to his knees before it offered his prayers to the idol like he had many times before, hoping for some guidance in the time to come.

In the slave tent Celeste was treated as well as could be, the 'free' women bracing her broken leg and helping her eat when needed. The women in cages didn't seem to pay attention to her, though Redfang bringing her in personally was a source of curiosity for some. Mostly fresh captures, these women had known little else but what happened in their tent for the past few days. After ensuring she was cared for her caretakers resumed their other duties, leaving her alone long enough for someone to break the silence.

"Lady Celeste?" a voice whispered from behind her. It belonged to a woman in her late twenties, most likely a farmer and mother from her appearance. She pressed her face against her cage, trying to get a better look at her from her poor vantage point.

"It is you..." she whimpered upon the realization. "You brought your army though our village. I...my family helped supply you on your journey." The sullen look she had before now grew even darker. "What or your army Lady Celeste? What of Sparta? Do they ride to our aid?"

At that talk a few other of the caged women turned to Celetse, imploring eyes beseeching her for answers. One of the girls chained to the pole with her placed a hand upon her leg, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh my lady, what have they done to you?" It was clear that Celeste's story, rising to command in a male-dominated society, had spread to quite a few people's hearts over the the years.
 

Celeste's gaze firmly remained downward, too ashamed to let it move up. While the food had been kept before her, she ate .. knowing she would need her strength. Even if she didn't get pregnant from last night, no matter how long it would take for her to heal .... she would need every bit she could obtain. Her eyes had remained closed as her thoughts went to Sparta. Had the falcon returned with her weapons fine? Were they still safe? And finally ... they went to her fiance and it made her tremble.

She had honestly considered giving the falcon the ring as well, mainly from feeling so very unworthy. And now, she wondered if that had been the right course of action. She hated herself ... she had, again, given into her lust and enjoyed something she should not have. It had been rape at first... but her body betrayed her. And anyone whom would have found her would have known it perfectly ... which made her spirits sink even lower, her heart beginning to follow suit.

She hated this entire situation. All Celeste could literally do was sit and wait. Even if her guess had originally been correct on what should have happened before she escaped, she knew there was a possibility she had been wrong. It may not have even been an orgy or way to attempt to get her pregnant. Though then again ... not many other possibilities were coming to her mind. Death was perhaps the only other one; but Redfang had been making that very clear he wanted, no, needed her alive. She was grateful .... and simultaneously horrified.

As a voice called out to her, she turned her head abruptly. Moving herself - carefully - so she could better see and reveal herself to the woman, she gave a weak nod. "Yes ... it is me. Though I doubt I look much like a 'Lady' like this." She replied, a weak smile on her lips to try to lighten the mood, even if only a bit. She went silent about the question of what Sparta would do. "I'm not certain. I haven't heard from any of them, though I did ensure my weapons and arrows got back there. That should signal to someone I'm alive .... though I don't know about well ... "

A light wince left as her leg got touched. Even with the cast, it still did - and would for a while - hurt. "Redfang .... is quite the sore loser." She merely replied, chuckling lowly. "He ... really insists I be the one to bear his children. So he's been quite adamant on keeping me alive ... and nearby. So he ... broke it, to try to prevent me from getting away from him." Even as she revealed the information regarding carrying the children ... she was still silently praying that Juno, Diana, or both would help her with that. She really didn't want to be carrying Lycans of all things.

Then again ... would they even be that? A human plus a full blooded Lycan .... did he not realize they may turn out human? It made her smirk a bit. Maybe ... the plan would fail if that happened. He always said 'pups', never once 'humans'. So ... maybe if they weren't what he desired ... he wouldn't use her again? But then ... what would happen to the kids themselves? She rubbed her forehead, shaking her head lightly. Too many possibilities ... and few of them were appealing to her. No ... that won't do. I ... have to be infertile while I'm with him .... It would be the only thing she would accept. No one else should be punished .... especially over a technicality that the man whom was so confident in his plan didn't bother to take enough time to think over it and realize the ways it could go wrong ....
 
A collective gasp rose up from the women around her at her revelation with expressions ranging from disgust and horror to pure fear. The idea that a lady of Sparta would be treated as such shattered many of their conceptions of Spartan invincibility and the hope that they might be saved before something horrible befell them. "No...no that isn't possible!" One of the other women nearly yelled, her voice only held back from the fear of being heard. "They...can't mean to do such a thing...they are beasts!"

"Quite." The woman beside Celeste snapped. "You have not witnessed their lusts first hand. These lycan live only to kill and rape human women, they are savage monsters." She spit on the ground. "Look how they keep women as their slaves and listen to the sounds of their rutting at night. They are animals."

"The women here seem happy...almost," a younger girl spoke up.

"Bah," the one who snapped continued. "They are broken dolls, no better than whores! Who could enjoy themselves under those beasts? They are no better than the animals that enslaved us!" She turned back to Celeste, fire in her eyes. "I am called Lucia, my lady, and though I have never been in battle my brothers trained me with a sword. I would gladly aid you should you ever need it." The woman looked up to Celeste with respect even knowing what she had been subjected to. Or perhaps the torture the lycans had put her through only enhanced Celeste in her eyes. Nevertheless she and the other women would have been surprised indeed to know the truth about her rape...

A loud roar caused the women to cringe in fear as Browntail entered the tent. The hunter had finally taken note of their whisperings and exchanged looks, not liking the air of conspiracy around it. "Quite! You know what happens to those that talk of escape!" His claws dug into the soft earth under him as he loomed over the group. On all fours he was just above Celeste's head in height and approached her out of all the others. "Do not make Redfang take more drastic action with you, woman. That would truly be a waste of potential." The canines voice seemed to hold genuine concern for her, a rare example amongst his kind. It might have been because of the intense mating he had taken part of with her the night before, but Browntail was at the least not one to go out of his way to be cruel.
 

Celeste's head shook no reluctantly. "Technically it is possible. The better wording, however, is there is no guarantee the Lycan genes will be dominant. It could be a hybrid, it may not be that even. It's more likely to be the latter, one race but not the other. I ... have been watched by Diana and Juno but ... " She stopped, listening quietly to the exchange of retorts on the issue. While Amica was proof that some were happy, she could imagine there were an equal number of those whom weren't; herself included. Even with how torn she and her body had been, her decision had never truly altered. In the end, she truly did hate it all.

Turning her head to see Browntail, a scoff left as she turned her head back around. "Shove it. We're not talking of escaping, per se. They asked what happened and how my leg got into the state it is in. What did you expect from me? To lie to them?" Her head shook. "I will do no such thing." A low sigh left her lips as he brought Redfang up.

"....Yes, because he hasn't done enough as it is." She murmured, not even bothering to hide the sarcasm. "Listen up and listen well. I ... will .... not carry his damn children. Simple as that. If that is the only 'potential' he sees in me ... then he may as well switch to someone else. He may deem me worthy; but what I've told him in the past is true enough. And if I'm not mistaken enough, you Lycans have both humans and wolves yes? So you should know that this is true; if a body doesn't desire something - with or without the help of the gods - it can and will get rid of it."

Going quiet to let her words echo through his mind, her eyes closed as her head leaned against the pole, "Leave us. Nothing against any unwritten rule I can assume to exist has been broken. We have the right to speak our minds; no crimes have been committed. Come back when there's a real concern present .... " Her arms crossed in front of her bare breasts as her eyes re-opened. She wouldn't let him catch her off-guard, no. Her ears and eyes would be ready if it was needed.
 
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