Lady of the Beasts
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,527
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Retribution
Chapter Six:
Retribution
Fury looked out the window whimpering. Her fingers touched the glass part of the window with droplets of rain running down the windowpane. They reminded of the river she used to swim in. The trees that were weak and scraggly over here, reminded her of the tall oaks and pines that were in the forest she used to roam. She was reminded of running free with her lupine sisters and brothers. She remembered hunting and the thrill of the hunt. However she remembered the 3 years of sadness and sickness on the streets, she reminded the painful months of being Seth’s plaything. She remembered the short weeks of being a prostitute.
She crawled from the couch and trotted up the stairs of the man’s house. She learned his name to be “Max,” and he looked only slightly older than her.
“You will need to take a bath…you look like you where running around in the streets for so long.”
Fury slowly stood on two feet and entered the bathroom. Max ran the water until was warm but not too hot. Fury stepped into the tub and Max poured soap into the bathroom and scrubbed the dirt that was caked around her neck.
*That fells good* Fury moaned. The relief of warm water running down her back was good indeed.
After a good washing, Max cleaned her teeth and combed her hair and put on fresh clothes on her. He also tried to clip her long nails. Fury lashed out—she didn’t scratch him, but she did not want her nails to be touched. Max, instead, cleaned the pounds of dirt between the crevices of her nails.
He presented Fury a cooked meal of steamed vegetables, cooked meat and mash potatoes. Fury touched it and snarled.
“It’s good for you.”
“Meat,” she said.
“Raw meat will make us sick.”
Fury flipped the plate over and the food went splattering on the floor. Max, frustrated gave her a slab of meat from the fridge. Fury ate it like how she would tear up a raccoon.
“I’ll have to send you to school. You don’t seem educated at all,” Max said. “But I can’t send you with a bunch of preschoolers or grade school children. I’ll have to start you in high school. Maybe you’ll pick up some tricks from there.”
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Max led Fury to the high school. She looked at the thousands of kids walking around in the high school. Fury whimpered but Max gave her a strong shove.
“Don’t be afraid,” Max assured, staring at her with his sea green eyes. Fury didn’t really understand what he said, but his look reassured her. It reminded her of the same look Ratio gave her when Moonstone became ill.
Fury crawled out. Max walked with her to principal’s office.
“She’s a feral child?” The principal said.
“I don’t know her age, but she can’t be much older than 19 or 20.”
“She doesn’t even walk on two feet. I can’t let her in my school!”
“But she really needs this education.”
“Is she…like…tame?”
“I’m not sure, she can’t speak full sentences, she eats raw meat—I believe if she is in a school environment long enough with humans, she will copy their behavior and become a valuable asset to society.”
“We’ll have to put her in Special Education.”
“I understand,” Max said.
Fury slowly began to stand on two feet and stared at the principal. She bared her teeth.
“What is she doing?”
“From her behaviors, I believe she was raised by wolves. She’s not native to the city it seems, she must have been separated from the wolves and got lost here. She is very strong and fast, and has lean muscle.”
“Alright,” the principal, “First period is P.E. If she cooperates, I’ll consider assimilating her into the school. What is her name?”
“I don’t know. What is your name?”
*Coral* She snarled. She understood that sentence.
“Her name shall be Christine,” Max said.
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Christine was unfamiliar with everything. In fact some people stared at her, some felt sorry, and some snickered at her.
“You will around the school,” the gym teacher said.
Christine didn’t understand. Max had told the teacher that she doesn’t stand the English language. The teacher slowly broke down the instructions to Christine. She cocked her head to the side. A guy who seemed well built was next to her.
“GO!” The gym teacher shouted. The boy was off and so was Christine. At first there was no spectacular action until Christine began bounding on all fours. She was moving extremely fast. Her arms were like an extra pair of legs pushing her foreword. She passed the boy who was also fast.
Her body was like a moving machine. Her leg muscles were strong from years of climbing and years of slinking around in the slums when she ran away from Seth. She pushed herself but then went off course. The gym noticed this and realized Christine was chasing something or following something.
She was following a scent.
Christine ran up the chain-link fence like it was nothing. There she ran on the edges of the fence and scaled upwards of the building which had many footholds. She was moving like if she was a blur. She was determined to find the scent. Her arms were growing tired and so were legs but with one great leap she leaped from the building, her body twisting in midair.
The students were amazed when saw Christine flipping a 360 degree spin a good 15 feet in the air. She leaped down onto the chain link fence, catlike, and leaped down and now running on two legs reached the finish line. She took her own shortcut (while following a scent) and was way ahead of the boy.
The gym the teacher was amazed.
“She just leaped 15 feet from the building and landed without a scratch.”
“She’s feral, what do you expect,” Max said softly.
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Lunchtime was here. Christine looked at the lunch quizzically. It smelled horrible and she tossed it aside. Someone was eating a ham sandwich—a 17-year-boy who was in the gym with Christine.
“I give you me for meat,” she said.
“What?” The boy said a little surprised.
Christine pushed herself against the boy, pressing her breasts intentionally against his elbows and slightly opening her legs, squeezing her thighs against her sides.
“I give you me for meat,” she said again, opening her mouth hoping to find strips of that smoked ham in her mouth.
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“I’m afraid from her actions,” Max said, explaining to the principal, “I think she associates gain with sexual encounters.”
“You don’t know what filthy disease she has,” the principal shouted. Christine knew she did something wrong.
“I give me for meat,” she said.
Max was appalled what she said.
“I think she means selling her body. I think the years she was on the street, she must have sold her body to keep herself alive.”
“That is disgusting.”
“We’ll have to deprogram her,” the principal said with frustration. “Teach her she doesn’t need to use sex for gain.”
Christine was sent outside the office to see a bunch of girls openly laugh at her.
“It’s the wolf girl,” they said, pushing side her. Christine snarled and grabbed the girl and bit her.
“AH! You fucking animal!” The girl snapped pulling her hand away from Christine’s teeth.
Christine simply trotted away before she could go back to the principal’s office. There she saw the 19-year-old boy walk up the stairs. Christine barked trying to get his attention but he didn’t seem to hear her.
In class, she was quite a disturbance. As a test was going on, Christine refused to sit on a chair like a civilized human being. With little interest with human activities, she released her boredom by ripping up the test papers and growling while she did so.
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“Here you will learn how to speak, how to act and how to read and write,” Mrs. Grail said. She was petite woman with bobbed black hair and wore all gray with black shoes. Christine’s attention was diverted.
“Pay attention!” Mrs. Grail snapped. The sudden outburst surprised Christine and she jerked her head towards the board.
“This is the letter A. It makes an AHH… sound,” she said, “Now repeat after me…AHH…AHH…”
Christine decided to mimic the sounds, “AHH….AHH…”
“Now say A,” Mrs. Grail said, pointing to there letter. “A…A…”
Christine opened her mouth, “AHH…A…A…”
“Good, now write it.”
Christine did not comprehend writing. Mrs. Grail gently took her hand and wrapped around the pencil and made three strokes.
A
Christine recognized the letter. Mrs. Grail pointed to it.
“AHH,” Christine said, “A,” she said after that.
Mrs. Grail smiled.
Retribution
Fury looked out the window whimpering. Her fingers touched the glass part of the window with droplets of rain running down the windowpane. They reminded of the river she used to swim in. The trees that were weak and scraggly over here, reminded her of the tall oaks and pines that were in the forest she used to roam. She was reminded of running free with her lupine sisters and brothers. She remembered hunting and the thrill of the hunt. However she remembered the 3 years of sadness and sickness on the streets, she reminded the painful months of being Seth’s plaything. She remembered the short weeks of being a prostitute.
She crawled from the couch and trotted up the stairs of the man’s house. She learned his name to be “Max,” and he looked only slightly older than her.
“You will need to take a bath…you look like you where running around in the streets for so long.”
Fury slowly stood on two feet and entered the bathroom. Max ran the water until was warm but not too hot. Fury stepped into the tub and Max poured soap into the bathroom and scrubbed the dirt that was caked around her neck.
*That fells good* Fury moaned. The relief of warm water running down her back was good indeed.
After a good washing, Max cleaned her teeth and combed her hair and put on fresh clothes on her. He also tried to clip her long nails. Fury lashed out—she didn’t scratch him, but she did not want her nails to be touched. Max, instead, cleaned the pounds of dirt between the crevices of her nails.
He presented Fury a cooked meal of steamed vegetables, cooked meat and mash potatoes. Fury touched it and snarled.
“It’s good for you.”
“Meat,” she said.
“Raw meat will make us sick.”
Fury flipped the plate over and the food went splattering on the floor. Max, frustrated gave her a slab of meat from the fridge. Fury ate it like how she would tear up a raccoon.
“I’ll have to send you to school. You don’t seem educated at all,” Max said. “But I can’t send you with a bunch of preschoolers or grade school children. I’ll have to start you in high school. Maybe you’ll pick up some tricks from there.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max led Fury to the high school. She looked at the thousands of kids walking around in the high school. Fury whimpered but Max gave her a strong shove.
“Don’t be afraid,” Max assured, staring at her with his sea green eyes. Fury didn’t really understand what he said, but his look reassured her. It reminded her of the same look Ratio gave her when Moonstone became ill.
Fury crawled out. Max walked with her to principal’s office.
“She’s a feral child?” The principal said.
“I don’t know her age, but she can’t be much older than 19 or 20.”
“She doesn’t even walk on two feet. I can’t let her in my school!”
“But she really needs this education.”
“Is she…like…tame?”
“I’m not sure, she can’t speak full sentences, she eats raw meat—I believe if she is in a school environment long enough with humans, she will copy their behavior and become a valuable asset to society.”
“We’ll have to put her in Special Education.”
“I understand,” Max said.
Fury slowly began to stand on two feet and stared at the principal. She bared her teeth.
“What is she doing?”
“From her behaviors, I believe she was raised by wolves. She’s not native to the city it seems, she must have been separated from the wolves and got lost here. She is very strong and fast, and has lean muscle.”
“Alright,” the principal, “First period is P.E. If she cooperates, I’ll consider assimilating her into the school. What is her name?”
“I don’t know. What is your name?”
*Coral* She snarled. She understood that sentence.
“Her name shall be Christine,” Max said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Christine was unfamiliar with everything. In fact some people stared at her, some felt sorry, and some snickered at her.
“You will around the school,” the gym teacher said.
Christine didn’t understand. Max had told the teacher that she doesn’t stand the English language. The teacher slowly broke down the instructions to Christine. She cocked her head to the side. A guy who seemed well built was next to her.
“GO!” The gym teacher shouted. The boy was off and so was Christine. At first there was no spectacular action until Christine began bounding on all fours. She was moving extremely fast. Her arms were like an extra pair of legs pushing her foreword. She passed the boy who was also fast.
Her body was like a moving machine. Her leg muscles were strong from years of climbing and years of slinking around in the slums when she ran away from Seth. She pushed herself but then went off course. The gym noticed this and realized Christine was chasing something or following something.
She was following a scent.
Christine ran up the chain-link fence like it was nothing. There she ran on the edges of the fence and scaled upwards of the building which had many footholds. She was moving like if she was a blur. She was determined to find the scent. Her arms were growing tired and so were legs but with one great leap she leaped from the building, her body twisting in midair.
The students were amazed when saw Christine flipping a 360 degree spin a good 15 feet in the air. She leaped down onto the chain link fence, catlike, and leaped down and now running on two legs reached the finish line. She took her own shortcut (while following a scent) and was way ahead of the boy.
The gym the teacher was amazed.
“She just leaped 15 feet from the building and landed without a scratch.”
“She’s feral, what do you expect,” Max said softly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lunchtime was here. Christine looked at the lunch quizzically. It smelled horrible and she tossed it aside. Someone was eating a ham sandwich—a 17-year-boy who was in the gym with Christine.
“I give you me for meat,” she said.
“What?” The boy said a little surprised.
Christine pushed herself against the boy, pressing her breasts intentionally against his elbows and slightly opening her legs, squeezing her thighs against her sides.
“I give you me for meat,” she said again, opening her mouth hoping to find strips of that smoked ham in her mouth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I’m afraid from her actions,” Max said, explaining to the principal, “I think she associates gain with sexual encounters.”
“You don’t know what filthy disease she has,” the principal shouted. Christine knew she did something wrong.
“I give me for meat,” she said.
Max was appalled what she said.
“I think she means selling her body. I think the years she was on the street, she must have sold her body to keep herself alive.”
“That is disgusting.”
“We’ll have to deprogram her,” the principal said with frustration. “Teach her she doesn’t need to use sex for gain.”
Christine was sent outside the office to see a bunch of girls openly laugh at her.
“It’s the wolf girl,” they said, pushing side her. Christine snarled and grabbed the girl and bit her.
“AH! You fucking animal!” The girl snapped pulling her hand away from Christine’s teeth.
Christine simply trotted away before she could go back to the principal’s office. There she saw the 19-year-old boy walk up the stairs. Christine barked trying to get his attention but he didn’t seem to hear her.
In class, she was quite a disturbance. As a test was going on, Christine refused to sit on a chair like a civilized human being. With little interest with human activities, she released her boredom by ripping up the test papers and growling while she did so.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Here you will learn how to speak, how to act and how to read and write,” Mrs. Grail said. She was petite woman with bobbed black hair and wore all gray with black shoes. Christine’s attention was diverted.
“Pay attention!” Mrs. Grail snapped. The sudden outburst surprised Christine and she jerked her head towards the board.
“This is the letter A. It makes an AHH… sound,” she said, “Now repeat after me…AHH…AHH…”
Christine decided to mimic the sounds, “AHH….AHH…”
“Now say A,” Mrs. Grail said, pointing to there letter. “A…A…”
Christine opened her mouth, “AHH…A…A…”
“Good, now write it.”
Christine did not comprehend writing. Mrs. Grail gently took her hand and wrapped around the pencil and made three strokes.
A
Christine recognized the letter. Mrs. Grail pointed to it.
“AHH,” Christine said, “A,” she said after that.
Mrs. Grail smiled.