Chapter 4

The night was restless for them both. Nova was so certain she had not slept until she realized she was alone and there was late day sun streaming in through pelts hung over the windows. After a languorous stretch, she had the chance at last to think on her situation.

Squirming about in his bed, she felt the collar move. It was not uncomfortable. It was, in fact, almost too comfortable. A shudder passed through her as she recalled the previous day.

Finding out her captor was family to the Slave Maker had been a surprise, but she had been much too preoccupied to be worried about that. No, her concern had been on what Mustava was going to do once he had led her away. What she had seen happening to the other women along the way, she knew she would never forget. No wonder Anubis had told her to keep her eyes down.

Mustava had taken her to a furnace of a room. Put in a stockade, wrists chained up behind her, legs spread and tail braced up helplessly, he had prattled at her as he worked. He said she was special. Anubis had never brought him a slave before, much less a personal breeder. He had mused to himself as to why his nephew would have chosen her considering he had offered other virgins, and of all sorts of fur colors. He said the branding and piercing did no harm to the pups for he had done it to bitches days before birth so it made little sense to him.

Instead of going through with his enthusiastic threats- the needle, brand or his own gender just on the cusp of violating her- he had created this delicate and artful collar and told her she was lucky Anubis knew how to get him in a good mood. All the while, the muffled whimpers and sobs of suffering were all around her. As he had led her out of that dreadful place, he told her that she better be hoping that her master’s seed took as that was her only purpose now or she’d end up back with him.

There was a good chance she carried Anubis’ pups, she figured. It would be her first litter. That was something he had asked her back in the forest, and it had excited him greatly to know that.

She was not nearly so thrilled with the prospect. Not that she minded having pups, just this was certainly not the way she thought she would become a mother for the first time. More than once, she had hoped for a litter with a handsome male from the pack across the river. He had sired full, healthy litters with two of her sisters and he was more than happy to sire more.

Among her people, when a male sired pups he would be invited to join the pack to help care for his litters. Even if he didn’t want to accept it, the pups were raised by the whole pack equally and there was more than enough affection and food to go around.

That was the life she wanted to go back to. If she was going to escape, it would have to be soon, before she became heavy. She had several months to learn the area and plan her escape before it would be too dangerous.

For the moment, though, she could lay in this exquisite bed as her thoughts tumbled and trailed off. There were birds chirping outside, the distant sound of water, a light breeze, and the rustle of fur.

Startling, Nova tried to get up but the sire of the litter she had just been dreaming about was covering her. His grip on her wrists were like the shackles she had worn the previous day. She whimpered, squirming under him for all the good it would do.

“I really wanted to be nice,” he drawled darkly against her ear, “but I just can’t help myself when that gorgeous ass is just exposed in the open.” He was growing hard in the sheath he rubbed between her ass cheeks. “The other slave bitches sleep in little balls, and here you are, all spread and asking for it, leaving your tail to the side. However can I resist such a sweet invitation?”

It was impossible to stop his knees from spreading her wider, giving him total access to her. His dribbling tip slipped from its sheath, probing against her. His voice was like gravel. “Lift that ass a little higher, mutt, or I might be testing your other assets.”

What else was there for her to do? She knew he was not lying and she could not fight him. The worst part of it was that she was already aching, so helpless under him, and she had neither her heat nor any drugs to blame.

Well, she thought that was the worst part. Her aroused humiliation at his gruff approval was making her pant even before he had worked his full length from one warm, moist sheath to the other.

Soon, there was no way to hear the sounds of birds and water over all the panting and moaning. He was so deep, his heavy balls slapping her as they became slick from her first orgasm.

His chuckling made her shudder. “You really love being held down and fucked, don’t you, pet? I’ll bet you even begged those other men to pin you down, play out your little fantasies, didn’t you, mutt? It’s alright, my helpless little pet, you don’t need to say anything, you’re squeezing my cock so hard I can only be right.”

She desperately didn’t want to admit that he was right, but the shamefully wet slapping of their bodies was not going to let her lie even to herself. The dark wave crashed over her, taking all her thoughts of escape. Her moans grew urgent and needy, her hips pressing back against him until she became a blissful puddle of fur on his bed, and it was enough to make him groan.

“Ahh, my tight little mutt, you feel so good cumming all over my cock. Just a submissive little bitch, so eager to please your Master. I knew you were perfect. This is your life now, mutt. Here in my bed, helpless while I fuck you and fill you with as many litters as I can get out of you. My own breeder. Just submit to it, Nova. It’s not a fantasy anymore.”

His knot was beginning to swell, its steady audible plopping with every depraved penetration causing her ears to burn. It felt so good to have him so deep, his girth expanding as he drew closer to his own release.

Knowing that he was about to pump his hot seed into her had her gripping the pelts and giving in to the sensation of his final thrusts as he pulsed into her quivering passage. Without the knot locking him in, a hot trickle of his cum dribbled down her clit, making her moan again before she could stop herself.

Bit by glorious bit, he dragged his throbbing member from her so that she could feel exactly how much of him she had enjoyed more than she had wanted to. Lowering his head over her, he drawled gruff and ominously, “You know, mutt, now that I think about it, I haven’t had the chance to test out the rest of my sweet little prize. Maybe just a taste, while I have you here.”

Nova whimpered and squirmed desperately when she felt his still dripping tip press against her exposed tail hole. Slick with their arousal, he had little trouble getting in the tip as her body writhed under him.

“P-Please! A-Anubis!” she stuttered, struggling despite knowing it was futile.

Her entire body shuddered and stilled when he growled and wrapped his jaws around the back of her neck. She knew well that he had the strength to crush her and she dared not test his mercy.

Once she lay whimpering and trembling under him, he released her, easing back slowly. “Relax, pet,” he said low and sweet against her ear. “If you’re tense, it’ll hurt. Just give in. Submit. You’re not getting away, so just enjoy it. I quite prefer your moans of ecstasy. Just relax.”

Knowing he was right only made it more humiliating. If she stayed tense, he was just going to tear her. Her breathing was labored as she willed her muscles to relax for him. As he pressed deeper with each thrust, he chuckled, nuzzling and licking her cheek.

“Such a good girl, Nova,” he drawled approvingly. “You want to please me, don’t you, pet? You want to cum for me. Just give in to it.”

He was as deep in her as his swollen knot allowed. The fullness was causing her to pant heavily, and she wanted to beg him to be gentle but she couldn’t form words. Thankfully, she had no need to ask.

His seed still dripped from her with each thrust, the wet slapping of his balls against her adding to the sensations that once again had her eyes rolling back, ears burning that she would feel so good from his violation. Honestly, she had little choice. He knew how to move so that her body instinctively reacted.

Anubis licked her cheek again, rumbling fondly in her ear as he pulled out. “You are such a good girl, Nova. My perfect prize. Keep pleasing me, and I will make you feel so good.”

Propping himself on his elbow, he lay beside her and stroked her back to her rump. She didn’t want to admit it felt good to be petted in such an intimate manner. If only it were in her own bed at home.

“The feast is not until tonight,” he said as he tenderly licked her snout. “You have the day to rest, eat and groom. My only expectation from you is to groom me as a slave should. Do you understand, pet?” His hand gripped her entire ass cheek firmly.

Shuddering, she turned her eyes to the pelts under her and swallowed hard. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. Never did she think she would say that word, but it would be part of her life for now. Best to keep him happy.

The need to relieve herself came upon her and she was excused to do so. Once she was done, she had the chance to look around and see the room better with the floor to ceiling, wall to wall windows. Walking across the elegant wooden platform under the waterfall, she approached to take a peek outside and caught her breath.

They were on the side of a mountain! The view of the frosted mountain tops against the craggy emerald valley and grand outcroppings was utterly stunning. Never had she seen a landscape more rugged and majestic in her life. The mountain range had always been such a distant thing, only visible on the horizon on clear days when she was up in the water tower, the tallest point in her area. Now here she stood, near the top of one of those peaks, looking out across the inner range. Far below, etching out the land, was a tumbling river, likely one of a few that fed the streams that irrigated the fields of her people.