Lady of the Beasts

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Chapter Four:
New Challenge



Fury awoke to find herself outside a rickety old house. The grass was not cut; it was muddy and filthy, and litter-strewn. The smell of it hurt her head. She shuddered for she felt real weak. Still dressed in fetish garb, she was leashed outside.

Since she came from wild, then she would be treated as if she was wild. The spiked collar around her neck glistened in the dim sunlight. She weakly got up on two legs and tried to walk but tripped and fell flat on her face. She couldn’t walk in heels.

“Stupid bitch,” Seth said walking past her. Fury growled at him and charged at him at all fours but the chain pulled her back. He smirked. Having a human dog would be amusing if the cops did not find out. He brushed back his black, curly hair and glared at her. Fury was still snarling.

An hour past and Seth threw her raw meat. Fury grabbed it in midair and began to tear at it and swallow each chunk whole.

“Don’t force it down,” Seth ordered.

Fury had no idea what he was saying, but his gestures were indicating that she should eat slower and chew her food. That is, if Fury knew how to chew food. She was taught to gobble down her food as quickly as possible before the other wolves got their share. Fury finished off the raw meat and licked her fingers and her lips before panting and wiggling her hips.

She wanted more.

“You are going to eat cooked food,” he said, beginning to drag her inside like a simple, house dog. He pulled out already cooked food from the fridge and tossed the broiled stake at Fury who sniffed it and refused to eat it.

“Eat it you stupid bitch!” Seth shouted. Having a dumb hooker on his hands would be a challenge.

Fury was taken back by his outburst. She reluctantly tasted the food and snorted. She did not want it. Seth slapped her against the face and Fury retaliated by standing up on her two feet and biting his arm. Seth jumped back and fell against the chair. He pointed at the cooked meat. Fury snarled.

“Don’t you fucking snarl at me,” Seth shouted, “EAT!”

Fury looked down on the stake and began to wolf it down. Seth grabbed her neck and made her regurgitate her food.

“You will learn how to chew.”

Fury bared her teeth in warning but Seth did not back down. He fed her a chunk of saliva-coated meat she spat up and clutched her jaw and chin with his hand and her neck with the other. He forced the motion of chewing on her. He began to massage her cheekbones so she could chew with her mouth closed. When he removed his hands, Fury realized that chewing the food was an easier way to swallow it without the fear of choking.

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A few weeks passed before Fury could actually mimic words. All she could say was “hungry,” “tired,” “sex,” and “get away.” Fury slowly began to walk on two feet more often, but she did not like Seth’s company at all. She realized that the more she resisted, the more violent Seth would become. But what really got her was the feeling of alienation and homesickness. She missed hunting for deer in the wide open spaces, play fighting with the other wolves and sleeping in bed of leaves and bark. She missed swimming and climbing steep cliffs, raw meat and leaping on tree tops.

Fury still retained her agility and strength which no person here possessed. If she was angry enough, she could rip a car door off its hinges. However, she could not escape Seth. It was fear…fear for her life. She noticed that the same thing that the two men had used to capture her (a gun), Seth had in his tool shed. She did not dare escape.

“Here Fury, time for a walk,” Seth said. Fury walked towards her him and snarled. “Put on your clothing, you can’t go outside naked.”

Fury didn’t really understand but she understood the part about nakedness. The only clothes she had been the clothes from the brothel—which were like clothes a BDSM porn star would wear. She really didn’t know this so Seth dressed her. Fury became more and more sullen after these weeks of total submission.

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Fury allowed Seth to climb on top of her without any protest. She allowed him to grope her and touch her everywhere, kiss her forcefully though she didn’t respond and allowed him to reach and organism without her say so. It was like a routine that happened every week. But something else happened that wasn’t routine.

Fury was stalking around in the backyard. The neighbors were getting suspicious of the kinkily-clad woman who couldn’t speak properly and acting like a wild child who walked on all fours in a jungle of a lawn. It became worse when one of the kids whose ball rolled onto Seth’s lawn came looking for it.

Fury, not used to visitors attacked the little child, pinning him down and slashing him with her nails.

“Holy shit! Get off of me! HELP! HELP! HELP!” The child cried out. Fury bit him until blood spluttered out. The child’s parents came crushing in and pushed Fury off of the child and grabbed him away from her. Fury recoiled by barking.

“Is she retarded?” The woman exclaimed.

Fury was now on her two feet, ready to attack until a leathery whip slashed her skin. Seth was behind her, using the bullwhip was a lethal weapon. Fury spat at them and was driven back inside.

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Fury yelped and howled as she was chained from her neck and wrists on all fours, naked and being brutally whipped.

“You want them to call the fucking police!?” Seth shouted using the bullwhip expertly. The leather whip descended down on her flesh, scarring it and making it red. Fury leaped and howled again. Tears dropped from her eyes. Seth whipped her again, snaking the edges of the whip between her legs and whipping her thoroughly.

Fury couldn’t break the chains for she was too weak from the whipping. The bullwhip was like a wasp sting, but only 10 times worse. The sting from the whip caused blood to rise on her skin. The more Seth whipped her, the more Fury began numb. Seth continued without mercy, whipping her ass until it was like a tomato. He lifted the whip again. The leather came crashing down on her skin and left a thin mark.

It was quite clear that this was not only for punishment, but for some sort of perverse arousal. Fury heard the crack of the whip against her back. Her voice was too sore.

*I can’t breath* Fury yelped. Blood rolled down her nose and lips as she her forearms began to buckle. Seth finished up with one final lash and then threw the whip aside walking away, leaving her chained to the wall.

*I hate him. I hate him. I hate him* Fury whimpered.

For a good long hour Fury was left there and given only a piece of dry bread to eat. She ate it hurriedly, half-chewing, half wolfing it down. Her whole body was shaking. Her face was read with perspiration and tears. When she was done with the dry bread, Seth unchained her and drove her off into the backyard in the cold night air. She laid there, in dog-like position, curled up in the grass, stiff in stinging, burning pain. From all that pain, she passed out into a deep, deep sleep.

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Fury awoke with a slab of meat on her plate. It was raw meat. Seth was too lazy to cook it. She didn’t even want to eat it. She was too weak. Seth noticed this and reprimanded her. Fury wanted to bite him but it would be no use, he would just whip her again. Knowing in her heart, she had to escape and she could do so by killing him.

She breathed hard as she slowly went to the sink for a drink of water. Leaning down into the basin she lapped it up like a dog—her tongue sinking into the water and carrying it to her mouth—even if was sore from giving Seth so much oral sex.

While Seth was out, the doorbell rang. Fury lifted her head from her nap and saw another man enter the house. She recognized them as one of Seth’s friends.

“Hello,” she said simply in human tongue. *I need to escape, can you help me* She barked.

Seth’s friend, Damian—a brunette haired boy who had fair skin walked over to Fury and petted her. Knowing that she was a feral human, she didn’t know any better, and being treated as a dog wasn’t a big surprise.

The scratching behind her ear was a pleasant surprise. Fury leaped on him (but didn’t pounce on him) and began licking him.

“Get down,” Damian said harshly. Fury withdrew quickly and slowly whimpered.

“Sorry,” she said. One of the few words she learned.

“Can you cook?”

Fury did not understand. Damian smirked; he threw a piece of raw meat across the room. “Fetch!” He said.

Fury scrambled across the room and gobbled down the meat.

“No you stupid whore, bring it to me!”

Fury snarled. She understood the word whore. She did not like it. She walked over to Damian and coughed up the meat in front of and bared her teeth at him and walked away.

Damian leaned in and slapped Fury and she struck back by cutting him with her nails.

Seth came in to see Damian bleeding.

“Told you not to mess with her,” Seth said angrily. “I don’t want the police knowing we have a feral woman in our house.”

“Didn’t you buy her from the brothel,” Damian shouted, wincing in pain.

“Where do you think they got her from? She was raised by wolves, Damian. She doesn’t know better.”

Seth laughed and walked towards Fury, giving a painful jab near her stomach which caused her to roll over and expose her stomach.

“Watch this,” Seth said. He reached and squeezed Fury’s breasts. She did not retaliate but instead laid there. Then he sat on top of her and groped her once again, this time, tightly and heavily. Fury was feeling afraid now. She couldn’t let this happen. His hands were now fingering her cunt and squeezing her thighs. With one swift kick, Fury dug her heeled shoes into his balls. Seth screeched and leaped back. Fury kicked off the boots and took off the clothes (being completely naked now). She climbed through the window and darted on two feet through the lawn.

Damian grabbed the gun and pointed it at her. Fury was deathly afraid of the gun and stood still.

“Don’t move and I won’t shoot,” Damian scowled.

Fury ignored his warning and leaped over the fence in a single bound. Damian fired at her but missed. She was scrambling up the tree. She leaped onto the rooftops and almost slipped but gained balance as on all fours, she began to sprint against them.

A barrage of bullets rained on the rooftops but had all missed Fury.

A person seeing this had called 911.

“Yeah, um, they are shooting at a naked lady on the rooftops. No…I’m not crazy!” The person shouted to the dispatcher.

Fury continued her mad escape to freedom. She leaped down off the rooftops and ran on all fours. Breathing heavily she ran through the traffic of the cars and people honked and angrily cursed at her. She continued running onto she reached the subway.

People stared and others looked away in shame.

Damian and Seth had followed her and saw her go into the subway. When they open fire, people began to scream and duck. But all their attempts were vain. Fury leaped onto the back of a moving train and escaped Seth and Damian forever now…