Sheep in Wolves' Clothing

Chapter 7

   Kona's four paws carried him across the city of their own accord. He watched from within his autonomous body as it joined various other animals in their endless search for her.
   The dreams occured nightly, vivid as though he were awake, and became ever more clear each time. He had begun to recognize and make note of buildings and streets that he encountered. After a week of scouring Nisus territory, his sensitive nostrils detected the pungent odor of Mongrelz urine. Still, Kona wasn't able to smell what his body strove to find in his strange dreams.
    A piercing cry echoed above the silhouetted buildings. Kona looked up in time to see the shape of a strange bat with a long tail flying further into enemy territory. He had never seen such a beast, and hoped that it was a member of the unofficial search party.
    Before Kona could gather more of his surroundings, his dire wolf body broke into a sprint. Vehicles, buildings, and signs blurred past as he weaved through the alleyways. Deeper into Mongrelz territory, Kona delved. Emaciated animals of similar size joined him as though they all understood the flying beast's rallying cry. They were far into the more populated area of Neo Atlas, increasing their risk of being noticed. Screams and gasps from passerby humans speckled the sounds of galloping paws and hooves. The humans shrank away from the herds of animals that rushed by with the utmost resolve.
    Kona caught a glimpse of the moon, noting that it had now begun its waning phase.
    
    The daily routine of being raped was her only indication of how long time had passed. So far, Jaws had treated her well enough, if receiving the bare minimum of survival needs was considered acceptable. Liali's gown had long been removed, tossed aside on the cell floor. She was given a disheveled mattress to sleep on, which provided some warmth, but hardly enough to be content with the cold, steel walls. Jaws and the scientists brought her out to bathe, latrine, and eat, but only after they had discovered that they could give her commands while under the spell of her golden bindings.
    Laying flat on the old mattress, Liali stared up to the cold ceiling, thankful that her involuntary functions didn't require commands while she remained in this enslaved state of being. If only it removed her consciousness so that she didn't have to endure her emotional and physical pain in such a torturous silence. The dramatic change from Liali's fearless lifestyle to one of horror and submissiveness brought a painful clench to her chest. She had yet to decide which side of the fence of life to climb off to: fury or death?
    Someone approached from down the corridor, entering the keypad code and swinging open the steel door. His familiar scent of cigar smoke brought a shiver down Liali's spine. She had come to know him as Loco, one of Jaws' three Trustees who were allowed to breed her. They had a rotation, and something felt off. Didn't she have one more day before his turn? Where was Jaws?
    "Oh, mami. We get to have fun a day early," Loco's hispanic accent weighed thick on his tongue as he grinned over Liali's view. He reached down and flicked the scabbed oval on her forehead; it had become his way of greeting Liali after Jaws’ human scientists had removed her horn for whatever sort of experiments he had planned.
    After a bit of clothing removal on Loco's part, he climbed over Liali's imobile form, "Let's try something new today, huh? I want you to moan like a filthy slut for me."
    Without a thought, Liali's lungs and throat began to work together in a performance of lewd mewling similar to that of a cow’s bellows. She had never mated with anyone outside of this cell, and she certainly had never felt the need to moan. Nothing in Liali’s memory was able to create what Loco wanted.
    A slap cracked across her cheek, yet she continued until Loco commanded her to stop. He gripped her face with one hand, sneering at Liali as though she had control over her own actions, "When I'm fucking you, perra estúpida!"
    The echoes of Loco's words faded throughout the steel corridors, replaced by his oral ventilations as he positioned Liali's legs around his waist. His half-hardened shaft pressed into her gaping vagina, easily swallowed by its loosened walls. Now that Liali was no longer in heat, it was becoming a chore to fuck something that Loco had to constantly instruct, and ever moreso because the entranced bitch was the equivalent of sex doll.
    The only reason Liali was ever thankful for Loco's turn to rape her was because he was the smallest of the other three. Her body had grown accustomed to Jaw's girth, but at least with Loco's size, she felt less like she was being raped - or at least felt less.
    There were several minutes of only Loco's heavy breathing as he moved his hips in an effort to harden himself, but he was having trouble today. The damned unicorn's fake mewling only pissed him off, almost as though she were mocking him. Loco pulled out and stood up from the shitty mattress, "Stand up."
    Calmly, Liali did as she was commanded. Her golden bindings clinked and jingled at their adjustments to the mercy of gravity. She stood before Loco, a soulless gaze staring straight ahead as she waited for further instruction.
    Loco's eyes wandered over the unicorn's body, her porcelain skin nearly perfect in complexion. She had a few light scars, but they had healed dramatically since the first day he had met her. No doubt, unicorns also have accelerated healing abilities, but he wasn't certain just how quickly they could heal. He eyed the scab on her forehead, noting that Jaws had it removed about a week ago, yet the wound hadn't fully healed - what that would look like for a spot that was meant to sprout a horn, he wasn't sure. For a werewolf, such an injury would be repaired within a minute.
    An idea flashed through Loco's mind, knowing just how he could get himself to cum in this woman until he was shooting dust. He smirked, raised a leg, and slammed the flat of his foot into the woman's knee with every ounce of strength he could muster. Loco had seen what Liali could endure - and what she could do.
    Instantly, Liali's knee snapped backward with a wet crack. She collapsed to the floor in a heap, silent and still. Surely, if she were able to control her body again, Liali wouldn’t have broken so easily. She cursed whoever originally set this bane upon the unicorns. Within her prison of flesh and bone, Liali cried out at the searing pain that burned and stabbed at her senses. Her instinct was to soothe her pain, yet her body refused to act without the commands of another. If only she could at least writhe to burn away the adrenaline that began to course through her veins, sending pulses of stinging energy to her nerves like a sneeze that wouldn't follow through.
    Loco observed the unicorn's broken leg, seeing that it wasn't healing at the same rate as he would. He licked his lips at the thought of his plan coming to fruition. Pressing a foot on Liali's other knee, he grabbed her foot and yanked upward, snapping bone, cartilage, and tendon. He could feel his destruction reverberating within his hand, and it brought life to his cock. Loco continued his work on the unicorn’s shoulders, making sure to smash her collarbones. It wasn't as fun doing this without hearing her screams, but the tears that poured from Liali's eyes gave him the satisfaction that she was indeed suffering.
    "Now then," Loco bent down, removing the golden bindings one by one until only the collar remained. He ran a callused finger over the unicorn's soft lips. His breath, heavy with the scent of tobacco, Loco lowly purred,  "Let me hear your real voice."
    As soon as the collar released, Liali's lips began to tremble. She fought herself to remain silent, aching throat begging for relief. The burning anguish shooting from her limbs was beginning to dull, and Liali prayed that she would fall unconscious. Every pore in her skin brought a certain pang as she began to sweat. Her stomach felt like a kite in a torrential storm.
    "You think I'm stupid? I can see the change in your eyes," Loco pushed the woman's thighs open, crawling atop her once again. He was pleasantly answered by a whimper that Liali could no longer hold back. With a grin, Loco felt himself getting harder by the second, and he pressed a firm hand down on his cum-dumpster's shoulder.
    Whatever dullness Liali thought she was feeling, it was dashed away by a fresh onslaught of fire and knives. No longer could she deprive her assailant of his desires. Liali's throat betrayed her with the shred of screams and wails as Loco began to excitedly fuck her. His constant movements only served to irritate her broken appendages, endowing Liali with incessant agony. This only fueled Loco's lust, his hips snapping with each zealous thrust into her; unbridled desire. For once, Liali didn't have to listen to the slapping of wet flesh as she was being raped, but the trade-off was far worse than she had ever expected.
    Loco fucked her as though he hadn't been with a woman in years. The orgasms came easily, and his dick refused to grow exhausted. He wasn't sure how long it had been since he had started, but those beautiful screams were his endless source of libido. The pool of cum on the floor wasn't much of a hint to how many times he had finished, but Loco's balls were starting to ache, if that was any indication. He came once more, choking Liali to hear her desperate, strained cries.
    Rolling from atop of the broken woman, Loco's back hit the freezing floor, which was a relief to his sweat-soaked flesh. His chest heaved with each breath as Loco reached down to give his spent dick, darkly tinted in comparison to the rest of his body, a gentle pat of approval. Loco was glad that he didn't knot like most other werewolves; he wasn't a cuddler.
    Cries and groans softening to whimpers, Liali tried to gather her wits, if only to keep Loco away. Once again, her sore body throbbed with a pain that she had never experienced before. While Liali was no stranger to wounds, she hadn't the displeasure of being a sex slave until she had met Jaws. Over the course of her three years wandering the planet, Liali had learned of terrible things that humans would do to each other for sexual pleasures. It wasn't within her imagination, at the time, that she would experience those things for herself.
    The golden collar slipped back around Liali's neck, clasping shut with a simple click like a watch wristband. She had no energy to fight back, not that it would be of any use to do so. As soon as the collar made its complete shape, it were as though the gate within her mind slammed shut just like the cold, stainless steel cell she resided in. She watched as Loco stood back up, carrying Liali to her mattress, and dropping her nonchalantly in whatever position she may fall. This time, her head had fallen in a tilt toward the barred cell door, where she saw Loco carry his small pile of clothes through. He swung the door shut, then walked away without a second thought, leaving Liali to stare at the first of many cum stains that would soil the room.