[m]Waking up in a strange place
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Aram had finally subdued the female the previous day, his jaws stealing away his new slave's breath until the resistance had faded, and he was left with an unconscious Optime to do what he wanted with. The temptation to punish the female right there had been strong, spurred on by the wounds she had managed to leave on him, but Aram wanted her to be awake so her lessons would be learned. Getting both of them out of the trap had been an interesting feat, but eventually he had been able to get himself out, and then his prize.

Once out of the trap, Aram had wasted no time securing the unnamed female's hands behind her back with some of his rope, before carrying her off to a nearby building that had seemed sturdy enough. His supplies would last at least a few days without having to hunt, and so he had decided that making a little progress in the breaking of his slave was in order. She had been very stubborn for someone that Aram had assumed was owned property, and the coyote did not like slaves, especially hybrids to be as disrespectful as she had been.

He had gone to sleep with his arms wrapped around the smaller female, ensuring that if she did wake up, that she wouldn't leave without him knowing, and when Aram started to stir from the night, he woke to a surprise. Nostrils flared at the heat scent that hung in the small apartment that he had claimed as a temporary den. At first, the male wondered if there was another female nearby that was causing his mind to wander, but it took very little time to find out that the scent was from his newly acquired slave.

"Wake up." Aram gruffly commanded, before trying to place a dominant bite on the side of Terra's neck to wake her up. He wanted the female awake, and alert for the rest of the day. Aram had assumed it would take longer for his slave to be ready for pups, but that had been the main reason for going through the trouble of acquiring the pretty little coyote hybrid. While waiting for her to awaken, Aram would pull away from his otherwise gentle embrace, and start moving to straddle the female.
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Terra had briefly awoken after being knocked out, but only to shift from the state of being knocked out to a true sleep, her breathing soft. The smell of her heat wasn't strong yet as it had just started, nowhere near where it would be in a couple days. It did bring a response from her, even if she was asleep, nuzzling deeper into the arms wrapped around her. She did like being held. Even more so with the sensation running through her now. A bite on her neck did wake her up, responding to the possessive bite with a happy whine. The only one who had ever done that to her was Kit after all.

She stirred slightly, nostrils widening as she took in the scents. Terra wasn't anywhere familiar, but that wasn't unusual for her. She did wander a lot. What was unusual was the tingling feeling running through her body, and the scent of a canine she didn't know. Abruptly she sat up. What was going on? Terra couldn't say she didn't like the feel of him being there, but he wasn't Kit. Eyes wide she stared at the coyote, yesterday flooding back. Oh no. Whimpering Terra tugged back, only to feel her hands tied. A helpless whine escaped, just wanting to get away.
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Aram watched with amusement as the female first sat up, and then slowly began to realize that the other day had not been a bad dream. He had been ready to be rough with the female if she had tried to snap at him like she did the other day, but was content that she had only tried to pull away from him. "Good, your awake..." Aram commented, while moving to firmly push the female back to the floor. "You did something very wrong the other day, you fought me. If you had just accepted your place, today would have been easier on you. It still can be if you know better then to bite the hand that feeds you from now on, and learn to stay still unless your master tells you otherwise".

To test whether the female was smart or not, Aram would try moving his hand out to run along the side of Terra's muzzle, while adding an idle comment "I suppose you'll need a name too, just calling you slave wouldn't have the same effect... maybe I'll call you Mira.". Aram looked as though he was testing the name, to see if it fit. He expected the female to try giving him some other name, but Aram was ready to break the hybrid, and slaves did not choose their own names.
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Hands pushed down on her, pinning Terra down to the ground again. She squirmed under his grasp, mouth open wide as a stream of pleas flowed, wordless and painful. Fighting was not what she had done wrong. Terra knew that much. What she had done wrong was not pay attention to where her traps where and forgotten about it. If she hadn't been in there he would have never captured her. Master? She didn't have a master! Terra went where she wished. Nothing stopped that. Was he going to try to do that? Why?

A hand ran along her muzzle, a soft caress. Terra couldn't suppress the pleasure that it gave her, pushing into it. She hated this male, hated being trapped, yet found herself enjoying his touch. Why? Terra jerked away as soon as she realized, hoping that he hadn't noticed her struggle in controlling herself. She knew this. Terra was in heat, that all consuming desire that told her to find a mate, to flirt and to push herself as close to males as possible. He was the male that was here unfortunately, and not someone of her choosing. She didn't respond to the name, not caring what he called her. It could be anything under the sun, and Terra wouldn't care. It wasn't her name, just something applied to her like many, many others.
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Aram had been waiting for some more resistance on the female's part, but found very little, which brought a pleased smile to the male's face. Even if he was ready to break the female, it was much easier if she planned to just accept her new life. She had even pushed into his hand a little bit, though from the looks of things, Aram figured it might have just been her heat affecting judgment. "Very good Mira, I don't expect you to enjoy your new life, at least just immediately. You'll find I am a gentle enough master, as long as you are obedient, and accept your place, even if you don't like it.".

From Terra's face, Aram's hand started to wander downward, it's destination a slow, winding path across the female's shoulder, and eventually back to rest on one of the captive's breasts. Normally it would have been an intimate gesture, but Aram meant it as another test, and to show that he was the one in control. "I'm curious Mira, you look young, do I have the pleasure of being the first to sire pups with you?" Aram commented in a curious tone, genuinely interested to know if she would be a first time mother, and also as a blunt way to reveal to his slave just what kind of slave she was going to be for him.

As a further hint of what Aram had planned for "Mira", the male began to reposition himself, using his knees to part the female's legs if she didn't fight him off. It had been a while since Aram had last known the company of a female, and while he did not chase as relentlessly as some males, there was a deal of anticipation in Aram's yellow eyes.
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Terra bared her teeth wordlessly, hate flashing in her eyes. Good? She wasn't something for him to control, to discipline. It was covered quickly enough at the mention of a new life. He was going to keep her? Terra had already feared that, a feeling that it was going to happen, hoping against everything that it wouldn't. She sat up, struggling with the bonds around her hands keeping her from being able to move properly. She tried to scoot back from his touch, but with the coyote sitting on top of her she couldn't, instead leaning back once more in an attempt to get away.

The hand traced down, finally resting on her too sensitive breasts. At least it wasn't an actual caress, designed to drive her mad. Terra was able to control her reaction to this, teeth flashing wildly. Already flat against the floor she couldn't go any further back to get away from him. His words were terrifying. Pups? She didn't want his pups! Yes, Terra wanted puppies, the instincts inside her driving her towards that, but that didn't mean she would settle for just anyone. As soon as the male shifted Terra flung herself back, his weight thrown off. Twisting she began to shift to her smaller lupine form, wrists wrenching as the change began.
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Aram had allowed himself to become a little too complacent, and confident that his slave was going to continue laying on her back, nice and obedient. A mistake that he should have seen coming, especially since he had just dropped the bombshell of telling Mira that her new life consisted of being bred for the sake of giving himself heirs. So when Terra pushed away as he was shifting into a better spot, Aram was caught off guard and stumbled back, falling into a sitting position. Luckily, his hands caught himself, and prevented falling onto his back, but it still gave the female a chance to start shifting, to start trying to get away from him.

A deep rage tinted growl rumbled out of Aram's chest as soon as he realized what had happened, and immediately threw himself at the shifting female. He knew that she would probably be able to get away if she managed to get onto four legs, and out of the bindings, but also thought that the strain of her wrists in such an awkward position could go poorly for her. "Stop fighting NOW Mira, do I need to break a few of your limbs to keep you from trying to run?" Aram snarled as he tried to pin the small female beneath him. To add to his threat, Aram sought out Terra's nape with his jaws during the attempt to pin the female, likely leaving him in a position that would work just fine if they were both on four legs if successful.

The large male planned to rapidly loosen the bindings on Terra's wrists if he managed to pin her again, hoping to alleviate the potential for injury, but not being gentle in his handling.
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feel free to pp terra if needed

Shifting was not a quick process. Terra might be up there, with how often her changes were, but she was still slow enough for the coyote to be able to come over and tackle her, snarling with anger. She continued struggling, bucking slightly as he gripped her. The muscles began to change, and an agonizing pain shot through her shoulder. Her limbs couldn't bend the way they had been in optime form. With the bindings holding her there Terra risked breaking her arms trying to shift. Whining she pressed her body into that of the male's behind her, silently pleading for him to make the pain stop.

Pushed down on the ground again Terra laid still. She was still trying to shift, her body insisting that she finish what she started. Going back didn't occur to her. Teeth reached her scruff, a sharp hold full of anger. The painful bindings on her wrist were removed thankfully, letting Terra collapse the rest of the way down. The shooting pain soothed with that, leaving only a mild burning sensation as her limbs twisted down, paws forming where hands used to be. She stood still, panting from the shift. He was on top of her, but she just didn't have the energy to fight, trying to recover from the shock.
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Aram had been quick in his move to pin Terra for a second time, and from the moment his teeth sunk into the female's nape, he had felt confident about his odds of keeping her from running. What had not been a sure thing though, was preventing the female from breaking her arms in the shift, but luckily for her, Aram had been quick with that as well. After the rope had been dropped beside them, Aram focused his attention on asserting himself on the smaller female, keeping her pressed against the ground, and growling deeply.

Slowly his teeth would part to speak, even if he kept his weight firmly on top of Terra, and his words were filled with anger "I warned you Mira, but you didn't listen. Your lucky I decided that I want my slave to not have broken arms just yet, but your going to be punished for this...". Aram's words trailed off, but what he meant by punishment was soon evident in moving a hand back to pull his crude iron knife from an equally crude leather sheath tied around his thigh. "Now hold still, or this is going to hurt more then it has too..."l

Without further warning, Aram leaned forward, his hips pressing against the rear of Terra's body, while one hand moved to force the female's face against the ground, and the other moved to draw the knife into position. She fought him, it was a struggle to keep the female where he wanted, and even when he managed to draw the knife across Terra's right cheek in three lines, the lines ended up more jagged then he wanted them to be. Blood would obscure the mark, and if Aram had his way, later scar to leave a permanent mark of ownership.

The struggling body beneath him was enough to get the male's body excited though, his position very close to that of mating, and he could feel his sensitive organ peek from it's hiding place to brush against his captive, but was unsure where. It did manage to remind the male of what he wanted from the heat filled female, and after drawing back slightly, began to grind against Terra. "Shift back to two legs Mira, its time for you to carry out your duty. Once your done, move onto your back, and part those pretty legs of yours for your master." Aram growled, his voice a mixture of lusty want, and angry dominance, while his body continued to move against his slave's as a prelude to what was coming later if he had his way.
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Whimpering Terra concentrated on the feel of someone being so close. That had never happened before, the pain from shifting forms. True, she'd never been tied up when attempting to shift before, but it still made her rather wary about trying again. Lifting her head she nuzzled against the one that had helped her a little before his words sunk in. Punished? Immediately Terra began to twist around again. She crouched down low to the ground, attempting to back up and pull away from the threatening blade coming towards her. The added weight on top of her didn't aid in this, ending up with no room to wriggle around.

Growling she bared her teeth at the knife, doing her best to dissuade what was going to happen. Pain filled her as it was drawn across, making her yelp. Nothing she did helped her get away. The cutting completed she stayed still again. Something rubbed against her, fueling the desire within her. That was a good feeling. She wanted more of it, at the same time desiring to run and leave him behind. Asked to shift back she shook her head firmly, biting back a small whine of pleasure as the grinding continued. She did not want to enjoy this, at the same time struggling not to. Feeling him alert against her drew her closer, at the same time full of repulsion for what her body wanted.

She tried to lunge forwards again, fighting against the weight that gripped her, but there wasn't any room, simply leaving her scrabbling. Leaning back a quiet whine managed to slip out, desperation and pleasure mixed together. Terra didn't want to shift, risking the pain that had come with the last time. She didn't want to be mounted by him, even as she was responding to his attention with her rear pressing back into him. She tried pushing forwards once more, only to fall to the ground, not making any progress at all.
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Aram had taken a little bit of satisfaction in administering the punishment to Terra, his knife carving the crude mark of ownership into the newly claimed slave's cheek. Even more satisfying was the foreplay that he had decided to partake in, his body rubbing suggestively against the female's, but always being sure to hold his instinct to plunge into the female in check. It was of course tempting to Aram, the thought of just taking what was his, but he preferred the act on two legs, and his wants as far as Aram figured, were his slave's duty to fufill.

"I said shift, Mira." Aram snarled next to Terra's ear, his teeth nipping at the side of her neck. Even if she had obviously not enjoyed the knife across her flesh, Aram could tell that at the very least, a part of the smaller female wanted to be mounted. Her refusal to shift though, meant he was even more determined to make her comply before giving the female what they both wanted. "Shift Mira, or do you want more punishments. I can be gentle with you, you'll learn to like making me happy, but before you can enjoy your master's company, you need to learn obedience."

To give Terra a taste of enjoying his company, Aram carefully repositioned himself so that his manhood pressed against the female's opening, and slowly pushed forward. The feel of slowly sheathing himself inside of Terra was almost enough to drive Aram to plunge the rest of the way inside, and just claim his female, but willpower won out. Suddenly pulling back out of the female, Aram added in a soft tone that quickly became angry "Its pleasure, or pain Mira, pick.", and then planted a firm bite on the female's nape to inflict some pain.
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Teeth pulled at her neck, so dangerously close to where he could kill her. Feeling herself threatened by death would have normally made Terra feel more alive in her dance to escape and survive. There was no escape this time. Just the press of his body on hers, demanding her to change. The snarled words met a sharp flash of teeth, twisting her head to snap at his face. He had to back off! Terra wasn't liking this at all. Even the name was becoming a nuisance. She wasn't Mira, and she wasn't going to act like Mira just to make him happy.

Her ears flattened at his words. More cutting? She hadn't liked it the first time, feeling the blade across her face. It was painful, and filled her with shame that she hadn't managed to fight back like she should have. A hollow laugh came from Terra. She would never enjoy his company. That was the truth of the matter. Terra despised him with all her might, and no matter what he said about her enjoying it Terra knew it wouldn't be true. She just wanted to go back with Kit, to see Shadow and feel safe with her brother.

A gasp escaped her as he entered her. Holding still Terra whined with pleasure, giving into the part of her that craved this so badly. It was again different, from the way Kit had held her and her first passion filled time. She still liked it. All too quickly though he pulled back, leaving her to whine, her voice begging for more. The bite on her neck brought her out of the fantasy, and Terra struggled forward again. She hadn't enjoyed it, really. And she wasn't going to shift and hurt herself again.
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Aram had been expecting Terra to submit when threatened with either the pleasure he could offer her, or the pain that was just as easy to inflict, but was disappointed once again at how untamed the female truly was. Not only did she continue to refuse his demand that she shift back into his preferred form, but her struggling renewed beneath his weight. "I guess your going to take more effort to break then I first thought..." Aram grumbled in an irritated voice, before latching his jaws firmly on the female's nape.

The larger male had wanted to breed his slave while they were both on two legs, but the proximity to a female in heat had begun to whittle away at his willpower, his need to get on with the act of siring pups taking precedent over the want to tame his slave. Without any warning beside grabbing onto Terra's nape, and wrapping his hands around the female's hind legs, Aram lunged forward to bury himself as deeply as he could manage. The rough entry was not as pleasant as it could have been for Aram, but the male hoped to inflict some pain during their first mating. Once firmly inside of the female, voice spoke in a muffled tone "Your first time with me is going to be rough Mira, but I might be convinced to slow down if my slave were to beg her master... That and promise to shift once he was done breeding her.".

With the last option given to "Mira", Aram started to rock back and forth in a rough motion, the pace increasing rapidly. All the while, the male's jaws clenched to inflict pain, his eyes half closed from the pleasure radiating away from where their bodies had joined.
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Teeth struck her nape firmly, holding Terra still. She stopped struggling, tail tucked down as low as it could go. She wanted to stick it between her legs, but his body was firmly between her and her tail. A whine slipped out, not even growling from the panic setting in. What was he going to do now? Terra would fight him with everything she had, but the coyote wasn't a warrior by any stretch of the imagination, smaller and weaker than the one standing above her. Hands gripped her legs, a rather strange sensation, feeling like Kit wrapping his legs around her. It wasn't Kit though, and it wasn't who she wanted.

A rough lurch brought a protested yelp from Terra. The entry was not how she would have liked it, rough and scraping at her flesh. She wanted to get away from him even more than before now. First time? A shiver ran through her at the promise of even more of these rough experiences with him. Her eyes hardened, refusing to give in. She wouldn't beg for him to slow down, she wouldn't shift for him. Terra belonged only to herself, no one else. The sharp feel of his teeth on her back drew a cry from her, the rough thrusting sending her stone still, unable to think of a way to escape.
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Aram had figured Mira would cooperate after his rough handling of the female, and his threats of worse if she refused, but was annoyed even further when all that escaped her maw were yelping protests, and pained cries. Not at all what Aram wanted from "Mira", instead hoping for an obedient slave that would eventually accept her lot in life, and maybe even become useful for more then breeding, but Aram was beginning to wonder if only offspring would come from the slave.

"Stubborn girl, obedience is the only way you'll get any amount of freedom. But I guess you'd rather choose the life of a chained slave, then a mate who willingly does as the sire of her pups wills." Aram growled while speaking through Mira's nape that remained locked in his jaws, and continued bucking roughly against the smaller female. It was unlikely that Aram would ever trust that a slave had been broken enough to treat them like he might an actual mate, but he didn't discount the notion of a slave so eager for his direction, that they no longer needed a collar, or even to be called a slave.

It would have been simple enough to just follow through with his threat to roughly claim his rights as Mira's new master, but there was still that strong desire to get her to weaken, and as a result his thrusts slowed, to something that wasn't gentle, but his touch still became soft enough that she might enjoy, or at least realize the difference. "We can start small, ask for me to continue being gentle Mira. Or do you not like this?" Aram spoke through a slightly loosened hold on the female's nape, even going so far as to pull out of Mira, as though he might not finish what he started. Aram's willpower was not so strong though, and after a few moments of waiting, he pushed himself right back inside to continue the firm, but not quite rough motions of his hips.

The knot at the base of Aram's length had begun to swell, and hint at the end of their carnal dance, but at least at first, Aram planned to resist the temptation to lock himself inside of the female.
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She didn't understand what he was saying. If Terra obeyed this male it was the same as losing her freedom. Her need to choose, to wander as she was called. It was so powerful. Terra couldn't forget it. To be asked to do that after a lifetime of living at one's whims was impossible. She didn't see a difference in the two choices, only seeing the chains that would keep her there. The rough bucking against her body was painful, Terra's legs quaking as she struggled to stay firm against the powerful onslaught. She wouldn't break from this, but she might physically break down.

The thrusts slowed to her relief. The pain ebbed, if the teeth gripping her didn't loosen. The soft thrusts were actually pleasurable to the aching female. Anything would be considered soothing after that rough ride, her body raw and still craving the physical affection he granted her. The grip even loosened as he began to speak. Sighing Terra released a small moan of pleasure. Whimpers of disappointment, begging for his return slipped free when he pulled out. Terra settled down as he continued the pace, no longer fighting. Terra didn't ask for him to continue, but her actions spoke plenty loud.
#17
Even though distracted by his own powerful urge to continue, Aram had delayed re-entering his newest slave, and noticed the effect that it had on "Mira". She had resisted actually begging as he had asked, but her whimpers, they had spoken of a need to be filled by him, even if part of her likely hated that he was to be the sire of any pups that came from her. Aram wanted to work on his slave a little more, try getting her to say and do things that she normally would not do if she didn't reek of heat scent.

Between deep breaths, that mirrored his gentle rocking against Mira, Aram softly teased "I can tell you want this Mira, and wouldn't it be nice if I was always this gentle? I can tell you will take time to adjust... but all I want for now is for you to ask for what you want. Think of it as a lesson, that your master will often give you what you want, if you only ask, and in the right way.". Aram's voice was a little impatient, from his own growing need to lock himself inside of Mira, but the male's words remained soft enough. To emphasize what he planned to withhold from Mira, the coyote pulled himself out from the female for a second time.

"Just say it Mira..." Aram spoke, his patience growing short with every moment he delayed what he wanted. A patience that was limited, and if Mira resisted him for a second time, the result would be the same as though she had spoken as Kit wished. After the wait, Aram pushed himself back inside, firmly continuing forward until the eye rolling sensation of being locked inside of the smaller hybrid struck him. Shallow thrusts were a short warning before Aram's body stiffened, and a satisfied growl announced that he had started to spill his seed into what he believed was a fertile hybrid.
#18
She was starting to hate his voice. So smooth, promising things as it dripped with poison. Terra did like the gentle motions much better than the painful bucking that had left her feeling raw and throbbing. The request seemed so simple. Simply admit to what she wanted. To say it out loud. The last part sent a small shudder through her body. To only be given what she wanted if she asked properly. Terra didn't even know how she was supposed to ask! To be punished for speaking, to be granted things for speaking. Terra's muddled mind fought, trying to grasp onto something before being overwhelmed in another wave.

He pulled out again, this time met by growls. Terra didn't want him to pull out. It was not right. Her body was aching and sore, but she needed his attention unfortunately. Say it? N-nooo It was so hard! Luckily he entered her again anyways, immediately continuing to thrust. She felt his pace change, and the spilling came forth. Low moans of pleasure escaped her as she was filled up, finally able to relax. She was sated in her need-at least for now.
#19
Aram had lost his patience, and for the moment, the chance to tease "Mira" into begging for his attention, but that had not stopped the coyote from relishing the delight that came with spilling his seed inside of his new slave. There was no way to know if it would take with their first union, but Aram was confident that Mira was well on her way to becoming a mother, since he had no intention of freeing her. Between a few heavy breaths, Aram found the time to speak in a cruel tone "Mmmm, your a pretty good lay Mira. You might as well get to accepting your new life, even if you escaped now, who would take care of your pups. They'll be growing in you soon enough, the first of many litters.".

Being tied to the stubborn female didn't leave Aram with many options, and from experience he knew that he would be stuck with Mira for a bit. So he decided to give a little more mock affection, to gauge the female's reaction, and maybe even as a little bit of a reward for sating his lusts, even if she had been resistant. Aram was confident that she would eventually break, and leave him with a fairly attractive, obedient slave, one that looked enough like a coyote to produce good offspring. So while he rested inside of Mira, his tongue trailed along the back of the female's neck occasionally broken up by pleased nuzzling.
#20
Pups? She was going to have pups? Terra's mind reeled briefly before remembering. That was right. The reason why she felt like she needed a male so badly during these times. Was he really going to father pups with her? As much as Terra loved pups, the idea of being forced to bear his was disgusting. To be kept under his control, to not be allowed to roam free-and neither would she. It didn't sound like he'd be satisfied with just one litter either. Growling Terra was tempted to try and pull away, though experience had taught her about how painful that could be.

His tongue rasped at her neck, body constantly tensing for the pain that she was convinced would follow. He didn't bite though, simply leaving the torn scruff alone, affectionately muzzling at her. It was confusing, and something she really didn't like. Her body did relax eventually, leaving her to shake slightly in pain. She just wanted to rest. Get away from him, and find Kit. Her whole body ached, but there wasn't much she could do at the moment, eyes drooping heavily as she struggled not to just sag down and sleep.


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