The Enemy's Bitch

At this moment, however, she would have given anything at all for him to leave her alone.

She felt his thick fingers probing at the only spot on her body that wasn’t furry. His claws were retracted so that his finger slid easily into her hot passage.

Wulfee inhaled sharply, feeling her ears burn with humiliation and anger. He was violating her, his finger wiggling around inside her. She tried to squeeze her knees together tightly to stop him, but he used his superior strength to force her legs apart, placing his knee between hers, his thick finger going deeper into the moist heat of her passage. His finger pounded her hole. Despite herself, she could feel a warmth spread through her belly. She let out a low whine, her breathing harsh.

He snickered cruelly in her ear. “So it’s true what I’ve heard. ‘Mutts’ is a synonym of ‘sluts’,” he teased her wickedly.

The term he used was derogative, meant for those who didn’t have much money. It was a stereotype that “mutts” were often promiscuous. Wulfee had only been with one male, the man that her father wanted her to marry, and the only reason for that union was that she had been in heat and neither had been able to help their instincts.

Still, Wulfee did her best not to react to him, but her body ignored her mind, getting wetter and hotter. While her brain had enough thought to know what this was, her animal instincts knew only that he was a desirable male and reacted accordingly.

Snickering, Anubis rolled her over onto her back, grinning down at her. “I’m going to have my way with you, Wulfee. I’m going to fuck you how I want to. You can either enjoy it or resist it. Either way, it won’t change the fact that you’re screwed.”

He could hear her breathing quicken. His sensitive nose quivered with the scent of her hidden arousal. It caused him to chuckle cruelly.

“So, you like the humiliation, do you, slut?” he teased, his big, hot tongue licking her breast, stimulating her nipple so that it rose out of the fur.

When she didn’t respond to him, he slipped his finger around her tail which was tucked tightly between her legs and against her belly, and up into her passage again.

“I wonder how many men you’ve allowed between these wonderful thighs?” he mused to himself, giving the inside of her thigh a long, slow lick. “Wouldn’t surprise me if it were a dozen or more!”

Enraged by his words, Wulfee moved with all the suddenness of a striking serpent. Her paw connected squarely with his shoulder, throwing him back. She wiggled and squirmed, trying to get her paws under her so she could run, but his strong hand grabbed her by the ankle. In desperation, she used her other leg to strike at him again and again until his grip loosened and she could no longer feel his face under her paw.

Opening her eyes, she peered down her body to see that one of her frenzied kicks had struck Anubis hard enough to knock him back and onto a convenient rock. He lay unconscious on the ground.

Blinking a few times in surprise, Wulfee didn’t waste more than a few precious seconds to wiggle to her feet and take off into the woods.

She couldn’t transform because of how Anubis had tied her arms. If she tried to change to fully wolf, she’d break her forearms. So she had to be careful with her balance, dodging low branches and high roots.

She knew she never should have enlisted when the war started. She should have accepted the pension given to the females during war so they could survive while their males went out and died. But she hadn’t. She should have accepted the hand of that handsome red furred wolf that her father had wanted her to marry. He was a genius of computers and machines. He worked on the M.A.S. and prevented the enemy from taking down their mainframe with viruses. She could have lived perfectly well. The army would never have sent him out to fight because he was so valuable. But she hadn’t.

She had felt the need to fight. It was her and a few other special females. They were given suppressants to keep them from coming into heat during the time they were fighting. They were trained for spy work as they were flexible and small and could get information easily, just by being female. But she had wanted more, and now she was stuck in this situation.

Unable to open her mouth to pant, Wulfee had to slow down, trying to breathe. Her vision was blurry, filled with quick little lights from her lack of air.

A deep growl made her jump. Her heart raced even harder when a large shadow reared up near her, large teeth and massive claws shining in the moonlight.

It was a gregnin, a bear-like beast with short sight and shorter temper. It’s dark, wiry fur bristled as it stood onto its rear legs, letting out a fearsome roar. The claws were so long that the creature walked on its thickened knuckles.

Panicked, Wulfee turned and tried to flee back the way she had come. The beast, however, took a swipe at her, knocking her off her paws. She hit the ground hard, dazed and breathless.

The gregnin snarled, falling back to all fours and stalked toward her, drooling with anticipation of a meal. Wulfee felt cold, staring up into certain death.

Another snarl caused the gregnin to stop, its long, hairless tail flicking about in rage. All it could see was a dark mass of black fur and glowing yellow eyes. The wolf leapt from the darkness of the forest, standing over Wulfee for a just a heart beat before taking a running lunge at the gregnin.

Letting out a roar, the beast turned sharply, trying to catch the much faster and agile creature. It backed deeper into the forest, trying to escape the sharp teeth and unbridled fury of Anubis.

There was a brief yelp and the forest went eerily silent.

Wulfee breathed hard, wiggling to her paws, ready to run again, when she was slammed up against a tree trunk. Anubis’ eyes glowed with anger. The scent of blood was very strong, making Wulfee both hungry and disgusted.

“Your life belongs to me, now!” he snarled in her face. “Stupid little bitch. Of all the times you could think of to escape, it had to be while bond and muzzled. Were you looking for death?” He let out a deep, terrifying growl that had Wulfee cringing. “If I had my way, I would leave you out here to die.”

He snorted, wrenching her away from the tree, then spun her around and marched her back to the camp.

“If you ever try anything like that again, mutt, I will leave you to die, and then I’ll just tell my superiors I found you like that,” he continued. “Now I really need a bath.”

When they got back to camp, Wulfee could see by the camp fire that Anubis was covered in blood. He was nearly dripping with it.

“I can’t trust you to stay here on your own,” he said, glaring at her. “So I think you are going to have to join me. I know I saw a stream not far from here. C'mon, mutt. Keep walking.”

He pushed her forward so that she stumbled ahead, leading her to a calm, shallow river. She felt his big, strong hand on her shoulder, forcing her to sit on a rock that created a small pool. Her aching paws were in the water when she squirmed into a more comfortable position as Anubis waded into the water.

He ruffled his fur, making sure to get as much of the blood off as he could. When he stood up again, his fur clung to his form, making Wulfee's ears burn. He was even more muscular than she had thought. Despite herself, she squirmed in barely suppressed arousal.

Her movement was enough to draw his attention to her. He bared his fearsome teeth at her in a cruel grin, his reflective gaze captivating her. His nose wiggled, his grin getting bigger. He moved toward her, crouched in the water so that he looked like a crocodile moving in for the kill.

Wulfee whimpered, trying to squirm away, but he raised out of the water, forcing his body between her legs before wrapping his powerful arms around her hip, not allowing her to draw away. Instead, he pulled her closer so that her rump was right on the edge of the rock.

“Now, now, dear. No need to play coy,” he snickered. His voice was low and gruff, his desire obvious.

She whimpered when she felt his tongue run the length of her furless slit. Then his strong tongue pierced into her passage, his cold nose against her clit. Wulfee couldn't help the whimpers that came out of her, her whole body feeling hot.

It was then that she realized what was happening to her. She was in the beginning of her monthly heat. Ancient instincts prevented her from fighting Anubis off. Her nostrils were filled with his strong, healthy male musk, mixing with her suppressed desire for him, she couldn't stop herself from getting moist. She was breathing raggedly, filling her sensitive nose with more of his scent.

Anubis licked within her eagerly, lapping at the moisture that welled up within her. She knew with his nose against her slit that he was being affected by her change.

In a civilized situation, she would hide away while she was in this state, as all monoshifter females did. Even if she did come out for any reason, the men knew well enough to resist their instincts, to cover their noses and avoid her. But here they were in the wild, and Anubis had intended to do this to her anyways. This just gave him even more incentive.

Finally, his eagerness was too much to bare, and he withdrew his tongue, standing up so that his hip was equal to hers. His muscular arms wrapped around her, preventing her from escaping him. She could feel the intense heat of his gender against hers. It had slipped from his sheath, engorged and throbbing against her now.

Breathing hard, Wulfee looked up at Anubis with terrified and lustful eyes. She shook her head at him, silently begging him to stop. His response was a deep, sadistic laugh. He stroked her plume of hair, grinning.

“Poor little mutt. Your suppressants just had to wear off now of all times.”

Then he leaned forward, lining the head of his rod with her opening, sliding in in a single, slow push as he growled in her ear, feeling her whole body shudder as she moaned.

“I'm going to fuck you, Wulfee, and you'll be carrying my pups by the end of it. Fuck, you're so tight.”

Wulfee's heart pounded in her chest almost as hard as Anubis pounded her slick passage. She couldn't help but moan and whimper. He held her tightly, not allowing her to pull away. He was lost in the sensation of the heat within her body, his nostrils filled with her intoxicating scent.

He growled deep in his chest when he felt the walls of her tight passage undulate around his gender, pulling him deeper into her. Her whimpers and moans were ragged and desperate, her hips thrusting back at him. Her climax was intense, her whole body trembling in his arms.

Anubis slowed, panting heavily, though he grinned at her. He snickered breathily.

"Does it feel good, bitch? My cock so deep in you? Huh?” He growled into her ear, his voice low and harsh. He sped up, pounding her mercilessly as he kept talking. “You like it, don't you? And all this time you made me believe you didn't want me. For two weeks you had your chance to seduce me. You were just waiting for the right moment, waiting to come into heat so it would be that much better for you. You must be quite the temptress at home, huh, bitch? You must have had a long line of males waiting for their chance to take you to bed. I can bet you were never lonely or cold at night. It must have been torture to have had no one for two long, lonesome weeks."

Wulfee's ears burned with humiliation. She shook her head, wanting to tell him he was a cruel jerk for doing this to her, that she had only been bedded once before. But she wouldn't have been able to say it even if her muzzle wasn't bound.

She moaned loudly as she felt another climax well up under her navel, the head of Anubis' cock stoking the fire inside of her body. As the exquisite rapture erupted through her whole body, she heard Anubis' deep rumble against her ear again.

“It turns you on so much, doesn't it, mutt? That you're being fucked by your enemy? That you're going to be impregnated by me? I'm going to make you my slave, mutt. I'm going to fuck you whenever I want, and you're going to have my pups.”

His voice was strained, his own release getting near.

Wulfee moaned again, feeling his strong jaw close on the curve of her shoulder, his fangs sinking through her thick fur, grazing her flesh. His whole body shuddered against her, his cock throbbing deep inside her. She could feel the pulsing heat of his seed and despite herself, her body reacted, the walls of her passage undulating again to draw him deeper still.

It took a minute before Anubis finally released Wulfee, slowly withdrawing from her. His rod hurriedly retreated from the cold air back into his furry sheath. His fur was mostly dry by now.

He stepped out of the water, roughly dragging Wulfee to her paws. She stumbled, her legs weak. She whimpered, ashamed that she had enjoyed his violation, ashamed at having been so used, and yet her slit still quivered, aching for more of him.

He hauled her back to camp, his voice gruff.

“Sit, mutt.”

Wulfee sniffled, obeying him. She sat on the ground, her tail tucked between her legs. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling his thick fluids leaking out of her, sticking to her fur.

He went to his M.A.S. And withdrew a new length of rope, snorting as he tied one end around a tree. He then slipped the other end around her throat, giving it a threatening tug so that it choked her for a second.

“You try escaping again, mutt, and I will make sure you do not enjoy the next time I fuck you.”

With that, he turned away, tossing a few more large sticks on the fire before melting into the darkness of the forest.

Wulfee sighed, her ears still burning at all the hurtful things he had said to her. She prayed desperately that this was not a fertile heat. Despite how humiliated she felt from his insults, she found it aroused her. She had no idea why it would.

Above her, the sky was glowing a deep, satin blue, the trees like black paper cutouts against the soft velvet luminosity of dawn. Wulfee was exhausted, her eyes barely able to stay open. She wiggled her way to the tree that she was tied to, planting her back against it.

She didn't notice Anubis' return, didn't know he brought meat from the dead gregnin with him. He glanced at her sleeping form, getting around to cooking the flesh. When he had it sizzling next to the fire, he strode over to Wulfee, looking down at her. Her tail had relaxed in her slumber, laying over her lap now.

His nose twitched with the scent of her heat, still overwhelming. It just had to be his luck that she would go into heat while they were out here in the wilds.

Sighing, he stood up, walking away from her. He would let her sleep a little. He could certainly use some himself. He had hardly slept while he had been tracking her down. The whole time he had pursued her, he had intended for this to happen, had wanted to take her and use her and humiliate her. But the last thing he wanted to do was return her to his superiors. He didn't like the way they tortured their prisoners. She was just a Corporal, and they had already captured a few of those. They had no important information. His superiors would break her, and they would get nothing out of her.

Sighing, he made sure the meat wouldn't burn while he took a nap. When he woke, he would enjoy his prey some more before continuing the journey back. That thought made him smile as he closed his eyes.

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The Enemy's Bitch