Monster

Reward

" Switch back!"

The order slammed, inflexible. I tried to resist for a moment, but the pressure was too strong and my wolf retreated. Unable to relax, the transformation took place in excruciating pain. Clenching my teeth to avoid whimpering, I soon found myself in a fetal position, naked and panting, on the icy marble of the room. My aching body did not respond, or at least I refused to let it do so. I didn't want to obey, I didn't want to bow to her twisted games, even though I knew I wouldn't escape it, at least I wouldn't have participated voluntarily.

"Tie her up..."

The wolf she had picked up on the way tied my wrists and I felt the ropes bite badly into my flesh. She knew that the silver chains would not be necessary, that I would not try to escape. I was far too broken for that. The male passed the rope through a ring and pulled me up until I was almost standing. In front of me Ivana was sitting in an armchair. She was now wearing a long transparent bathrobe leaving nothing to the imagination of her voluptuous silhouette, her green eyes burning with excitement. Behind her a huge mirror was sadly reflecting my image. My milky and firm skin, my long black hair still messy from the change, my silver eyes quite atypical among the wolves of the pack, my body with feminine shapes, but nevertheless muscular of fighter. All this could have been flattering if I wasn't still covered in my opponent's blood from chin to belly. I still felt his taste on my tongue. Grimacing at my reflection, I looked away and closed my eyes. I spent most of my time in the skin of my she-wolf, apart from rare events. Few members of the pack saw me in my human form on a daily basis, which suited me very well. The gleam of lust in the eyes of my torturers reminded me why I rejected my human form so much. I wanted to be feared, to be left in peace, not desired. My body had been heavily abused to the point that I hated it now. As I let my spirit drift away, praying that my Luna's little games wouldn't last too long, I felt her tongue running along my collarbone and towards my breast, feasting on the blood of the dead wolf. She played for a while with my n****e, biting and sucking it while caressing herself. I was barely breathing, the only physical manifestation of being alive. This was not the first time I had been touched like this, I was no longer even nauseous. My body was functional, but my mind was completely withdrawn to my wolf. Indifferent, safe. Then suddenly, she moved away with a bad expression on her face.

"I feel like you don't enjoy my reward, so maybe you'll prefer this one?"

She nodded to the man who stood behind me who I had forgotten for a moment. I looked at him in the mirror. He was already naked, his s*x hanging between his legs seemed gross to me despite the perfection of his body, which is characteristic of our species. It made my blood boil when I saw him holding a whip with sharp silver spikes in his hand. My heart began to beat madly as if he was trying to escape from my rib cage. Ivana had returned to her observation post, devouring me with her eyes. I turned my attention back to the mirror and looked into my reflection. My she-wolf, helpless, returned my gaze. Mentally addressing to each other, we repeated our mantra that had allowed us to survive all those years of horror.

"Together...

- Always!"

We hardly had time to silently pronounce our last word when the whip lacerated my back. I bit my cheeks so they wouldn't have the satisfaction of hearing me scream. My she-wolf conveyed all her power to me in order for me to survive this new ordeal. However, I knew that this would not be enough to fully heal my wounds. Silver leaves its mark, witnessed by my back already marked with similar rewards. The blows were repeated again and again, weakening me each time a little more. I was almost happy to have been hung to this rope, because I felt that my legs were less and less able to support me. In spite of my she-wolf trying to heal me, I felt my consciousness starting to waver and my vision blurred. Exhausted, I began praying the Moon Goddess to help me through this hardship, although she had actually never done anything to show kindness to me. Despair is a sufficient motivation for a spiritual outburst, I guess. As I was on the verge of fainting, my back burning and bleeding, the beating stopped. Leaving my reflection from my eyes, I turned my attention back to my tormentor. The whip lay at his feet and I grimaced as I saw the small pieces of skin still attached to the ends. But horror came over me when I saw the visibly excited male approaching me, his manhood upright and pulsating in his hand. On my back, I sensed him contentedly licking the blood that was leaking from my wounds, not to heal me, but to humiliate me a little more. Then, he suddenly pressed himself against my butt. I could feel him pushing his way towards the entrance of my intimacy. Out of all the abuses I had suffered, this was the only one I had been spared so far. I tensed up despite the waves of pain radiating from my back, but I resisted the urge to fight back hoping it would save me from this ultimate outrage. My intuition was right as Ivana's excited and frustrated voice broke into the air.

"Enough! Come and satisfy me instead of this bitch."

I caught a slight frustrated sigh from the male, totally inaudible to the Luna. Apparently he would have loved to push the torture further, but that was the exclusive privilege of my tyrant. As his body separated from mine, I saw his torso bathed in my blood. He moved casually towards the Luna and penetrated her violently. As their cries of pleasure mingled and became louder and louder, I retreated into myself to avoid the spectacle and allowed myself to lose consciousness.

I vaguely came back to myself when I was thrown roughly on the floor of my quarters. Probably Ivana's right-hand woman or her favorite of the evening, because of course it was unthinkable that anyone could see me in this condition without the permission of the Luna. How could a broken puppet be able to terrorize the pack and keep them in line? How could our enemies fear us if the big bad monster turned out to be a pitiful beaten dog? The few people who knew of my torment were silent out of fear or loyalty, but also, because they had no choice, they were muzzled by order of their mistress.

Unable to climb to my bed, I ended up dragging myself to a corner bathed in a moonbeam. I admired for a moment the iridescent paleness of the star's light reflecting on my skin before falling into a deep sleep.