Flesh And Fur: A Dance With Darkness

3- Omega

Elise woke to the caw of a distant crow, her eyes fluttering open to reveal the stark contrast between the comforting darkness of her small, straw-filled bed and the sparkling, early morning light seeping through the cracks in the wooden walls and single tiny window. She felt the familiar ache in her back and the heaviness of her eyelids that begged for more sleep, but she knew the price of dawdling.

With a sigh that was more a groan than anything else, she sat up, her bare feet hitting the cold, hard floor of the tiny cabin that had become her prison. The rough-spun wool of her nightgown clung to her skin, damp with the sweat of fear. She glanced around the room, the shadows of the few possessions she was allowed to have playing tricks on her weary mind. A small wooden chair, a small, wooden trunk with a broken lock, and a shelf holding a single, tattered book - a relic from a life she had almost forgotten.

Forcing herself to move, she shuffled over to the basin in the corner, the cold water shocking her fully awake. She dipped the cloth into the basin and began the tedious task of cleaning herself, the water quickly turning murky from the grime of days of hard labor. The simple act of washing her face brought a moment of peace, a brief reprieve from the horrors she faced each day.

Elise knew she had to be careful not to let her thoughts wander too far from the present. If she allowed herself to remember her life before, the pain might just consume her. Before she had been a servant to Brolyn and Dara, she had been free - a young girl with dreams and a future filled with hope. But that was all taken away from her in one violent, terrifying night that she had unsuccessfully tried to block from her memory.

Her first night with the new couple, now nearly two years past, had become a blur of fear and pain.

They had left the village full of smiles, like the rest of the newly formed families, but once the door closed behind her, things couldn't have been further from the facade that had been put on for the public.
She recalled the cold, stone floor scraping and bruising her knees as she was violently shoved upon it.

Brolyn took a swig from his bottle of celebratory wine, his eyes gleaming with malice as he approached her.
"I told you that I'd make you mine." He had said in a condescending tone as he kicked her hard in the stomach.

Dara, standing by with a twisted smile, immediately grabbed Elise by the wrists and held her arms tight as he took out years of pent up agression on Elise's defenseless body. Each blow sent waves of agony through her, each newly forming bruise a painful lesson on her new reality.

The alpha and his mate enjoyed this first tag-team beating so much that they had turned Elise's beatings into a thrilling part of their nightly routine for months. Mauling her, making her yelp, smelling her blood and tears, it filled their senses and excited them, causing euphoric sensations that fuelled their lust and desire for one another.

They couldn't yet mate, as Dara was unable to change form at will, and Brolyn couldn't mate with Elise at all, due to her being unable to change, and the pent up sexual frustration fuelled their desire to beat Elise. Even so, they would chase each other, giggling, and teasing one another after savagely abusing Elise, to their den room where they would passionately make out. Elise's blood would still be fresh on their hands as they caressed each other, turned on by the scent and the thoughts of what they'd just done.
They would constantly drive each other to release in creative ways without actually copulating.

Elise could hear their passion through the ringing in her ears, as her foggy brain barely registered what they were doing.

Their sadistic ritual only got worse through the last year, after they had begun transforming at will. They practiced transforming at will, and when they failed, they beat her out of frustration. When they succeeded, they beat her out of celebration. Eventually, they could change form whenever they desired, but they continued their ritual, which led them to retire to their den room to copulate after each session.