The night was restless for them both. Nova was so certain she had not slept until she realized she was alone and there was late day sun streaming in through pelts hung over the windows. After a languorous stretch, she had the chance at last to think on her situation.

Squirming about in his bed, she felt the collar move. It was not uncomfortable. It was, in fact, almost too comfortable. A shudder passed through her as she recalled the previous day.

Finding out her captor was family to the Slave Maker had been a surprise, but she had been much too preoccupied to be worried about that. No, her concern had been on what Mustava was going to do once he had led her away. What she had seen happening to the other women along the way, she knew she would never forget. No wonder Anubis had told her to keep her eyes down.

Mustava had taken her to a furnace of a room. Put in a stockade, wrists chained up behind her, legs spread and tail braced up helplessly, he had prattled at her as he worked. He said she was special. Anubis had never brought him a slave before, much less a personal breeder. He had mused to himself as to why his nephew would have chosen her considering he had offered other virgins, and of all sorts of fur colors. He said the branding and piercing did no harm to the pups for he had done it to bitches days before birth so it made little sense to him. 

Instead of going through with his enthusiastic threats- the needle, brand or his own gender just on the cusp of violating her- he had created this delicate and artful collar and told her she was lucky Anubis knew how to get him in a good mood. All the while, the muffled whimpers and sobs of suffering were all around her. As he had led her out of that dreadful place, he told her that she better be hoping that her master's seed took as that was her only purpose now or she'd end up back with him. 

There was a good chance she carried Anubis' pups, she figured. It would be her first litter. That was something he had asked her back in the forest, and it had excited him greatly to know that.

She was not nearly so thrilled with the prospect. Not that she minded having pups, just this was certainly not the way she thought she would become a mother for the first time. More than once, she had hoped for a litter with a handsome male from the pack across the river. He had sired healthy litters with some of her sisters, and he was more than happy to sire more.

Among her people, when a male sired pups he would be invited to join the pack to help care for his litters. Even if he didn't want to accept it, the pups were raised by the whole pack equally and there was more than enough affection and food to go around.

That was the life she wanted to go back to. If she was going to escape, it would have to be soon, before she became heavy. She had several months to learn the area and plan her escape before it would be too dangerous.

For the moment, though, she could lay in this exquisite bed as her thoughts tumbled and trailed off. There were birds chirping outside, the distant sound of water, a light breeze, and the rustle of fur.

Startling, Nova tried to get up but the sire of the litter she had just been dreaming about was covering her. His grip on her wrists were like the shackles she had worn the previous day. She whimpered, squirming under him for all the good it would do.

"I really wanted to be nice," he drawled darkly against her ear, "but I just can't help myself when that gorgeous ass is just exposed in the open." He was growing hard in the sheath he rubbed between her ass cheeks. "The other slave bitches sleep in little balls, and here you are, all spread and asking for it, leaving your tail to the side. However can I resist such a sweet invitation?"

It was impossible to stop his knees from spreading her wider, giving him total access to her. His dribbling tip slipped from its sheath, probing against her. His voice was like gravel. "Lift that ass a little higher, mutt, or I might be testing your other assets."

What else was there for her to do? She knew he was not lying and she could not fight him. The worst part of it was that she was already aching, so helpless under him, and she had neither her heat nor any drugs to blame.

Well, she thought that was the worst part. Her aroused humiliation at his gruff approval was making her pant even before he had worked his full length from one warm, moist sheath to the other.

Soon, there was no way to hear the sounds of birds and water over all the panting and moaning. He was so deep, his heavy balls slapping her as they became slick from her first orgasm.

His chuckling made her shudder. "You really love being held down and fucked, don't you, pet? I'll bet you even begged those other men to pin you down, play out your little fantasies, didn't you, mutt? It's alright, my helpless little pet, you don't need to say anything, you're squeezing my cock so hard I can only be right."

She desperately didn't want to admit that he was right, but the shamefully wet slapping of their bodies was not going to let her lie even to herself. The dark wave crashed over her, taking all her thoughts of escape. Her moans grew urgent and needy, her hips pressing back against him until she became a blissful puddle of fur on his bed, and it was enough to make him groan.

'Ahh, my tight little mutt, you feel so good cumming all over my cock. Just a submissive little bitch, so eager to please your Master. I knew you were perfect. This is your life now, mutt. Here in my bed, helpless while I fuck you and fill you with as many litters as I can get out of you. My own breeder. Just submit to it, Nova. It's not a fantasy anymore."

His knot was beginning to swell, its steady audible plopping with every depraved penetration causing her ears to burn. It felt so good to have him so deep, his girth expanding as he drew closer to his own release.

Knowing that he was about to pump his hot seed into her had her gripping the pelts and giving in to the sensation of his final thrusts as he pulsed into her quivering passage. Without the knot locking him in, a hot trickle of his cum dribbled down her clit, making her moan again before she could stop herself.

Bit by glorious bit, he dragged his throbbing member from her so that she could feel exactly how much of him she had enjoyed more than she had wanted to. Lowering his head over her, he drawled gruff and ominously, "You know, mutt, now that I think about it, I haven't had the chance to test out the rest of my sweet little prize. Maybe just a taste, while I have you here."

Nova whimpered and squirmed desperately when she felt his still dripping tip press against her exposed tail hole. Slick with their arousal, he had little trouble getting in the tip as her body writhed under him.

"P-Please! A-Anubis!" she stuttered, struggling despite knowing it was futile.

Her entire body shuddered and stilled when he growled and wrapped his jaws around the back of her neck. She knew well that he had the strength to crush her and she dared not test his mercy.

Once she lay whimpering and trembling under him, he released her, easing back slowly. "Relax, pet," he said low and sweet against her ear. "If you're tense, it'll hurt. Just give in. _Submit_. You're not getting away, so just enjoy it. I quite prefer your moans of ecstasy. Just relax."

Knowing he was right only made it more humiliating. If she stayed tense, he was just going to tear her. Her breathing was labored as she willed her muscles to relax for him. As he pressed deeper with each thrust, he chuckled, nuzzling and licking her cheek.

"Such a good girl, Nova," he drawled approvingly. "You want to please me, don't you, pet? You want to cum for me. Just give in to it."

He was as deep in her as his swollen knot allowed. The fullness was causing her to pant heavily, and she wanted to beg him to be gentle but she couldn't form words. Thankfully, she had no need to ask.

His seed still dripped from her with each thrust, the wet slapping of his balls against her adding to the sensations that once again had her eyes rolling back, ears burning that she would feel so good from his violation. Honestly, she had little choice. He knew how to move so that her body instinctively reacted.

Anubis licked her cheek again, rumbling fondly in her ear as he pulled out. "You are such a good girl, Nova. My perfect prize. Keep pleasing me, and I will make you feel so good."

Propping himself on his elbow, he lay beside her and stroked her back to her rump. She didn't want to admit it felt good to be petted in such an intimate manner. If only it were in her own bed at home.

"The feast is not until tonight," he said as he tenderly licked her snout. "You have the day to rest, eat and groom. My only expectation from you is to groom me as a slave should. Do you understand, pet?" His hand gripped her entire ass cheek firmly.

Shuddering, she turned her eyes to the pelts under her and swallowed hard. "Yes, Master," she whispered. Never did she think she would say that word, but it would be part of her life for now. Best to keep him happy.

The need to relieve herself came upon her and she was excused to do so. Once she was done, she had the chance to look around and see the room better with the floor to ceiling, wall to wall windows. Walking across the elegant wooden platform under the waterfall, she approached to take a peek outside and caught her breath.

They were on the side of a mountain! The view of the frosted mountain tops against the craggy emerald valley and grand outcroppings was utterly stunning. Never had she seen a landscape more rugged and majestic in her life. The mountain range had always been such a distant thing, only visible on the horizon on clear days when she was up in the water tower, the tallest point in her area. Now here she stood, near the top of one of those peaks, looking out across the inner range. Far below, etching out the land, was a tumbling river, likely one of a few that fed the streams that irrigated the fields of her people.

With a small sigh, thinking of home and how she could even hope to get back there now, she turned and nearly jumped out of her fur. Anubis had slipped into the steaming pool and was smirking at her. Trembling, she felt more nervous now than before.

"If escape is on your mind, my pet, you lost that chance in the woods. Any _Aroogar_ caught in the range are considered free game and hunting slaves is a favored pass time for the guards and surrounding packs." He motioned to her. "It's much more pleasant in here than out there."

Swallowing hard, she approached the edge of the pool. Once in his lap, it surprised her that he began massaging her tense and aching shoulders with such expertise that it was a battle not to melt. He did so to teach her what he expected of her, he said, slowly working down her back before slipping a hand around her waist and between her thighs.

Clenching her teeth, she fought her urge to bite, to growl, and worst of all, to whimper in pleasure. Ears laid back and staring out the window, she found herself panting too easily, spreading herself for him too quickly. 

"I will expect you to please me, too, pet," he said with a smug smirk, "but for now, I must get ready, as much as I'd prefer to stay and play with my new toy."

Allowing her the chance to regain her composure, she was soon working on him, timid and uncertain. He did not mind her inexperience, reassuring her that he would have her trained by the other slaves to better serve him. This time, he did not require her to return the favor; merely a thorough washing satisfied him.

Once mostly dried, he sat while she brushed him. His gaze was always upon her, a smug little smile making her tremble. As far as he was concerned, she was his property and he was just waiting for her to accept this fact. For now, she could get away with just doing as she was told.

When she was done with the brushing, it was well past noon and there was a new miniature feast left at the grand table by another wall of windows that looked out over the mountain range. Dressing himself, Anubis stated he had business to attend to and left her alone with instructions to be ready for when he returned in the evening.

Now that she had the chance to look around, she peered among his trophies of exotic woods and rare stones. Most of them were first place in hunting and survival competitions. Others were for feats of strength and stamina. Rubbing her wrist with a shudder as she recalled his grip this morning, she had no doubt he had earned every one of these finely detailed sculptures.

Sighing, she looked around and realized there were paintings on the walls. Now her ears perked up and she drew closer to better inspect them. Though amateurish, she couldn't help but be impressed by the images of nature that were put up around the front room. The lines were bold, and the colors earthy. Following the paintings throughout the house, she smiled when she found one of birds playing in a fountain.

Speaking of a fountain, there was the sound of babbling water nearby and it wasn't from the bath room as she had thought. Letting her ears lead her, she came around a corner to another wall of windows that partially wrapped around an enclosed courtyard. Though overgrown and in disrepair, the fountain in the painting still bubbled clear water to the surrounding pool. Beside it was a bench buried by vines and leaf litter.

Following the hall around the courtyard, she came to another large room with a plush chair facing the massive fireplace taking up one wall, while the rest were covered in more paintings. Many of these images were of moments of life around the estate and she recognized his sister in several. There was a writing desk against one wall stacked with papers. Though there were few shelves, they were burdened with many books. She knew how to read, but there wasn't much time for that when there were so many mouths to feed.

She checked the other rooms, most of them for storage or perhaps more slaves. One was a gaming room and had seductive images of various slave women hung about. Continuing her exploration, she found that all but one room had open doors.

Hesitating, Nova listened intently, hoping nothing was alive on the other side. Peeking in, she could see something shiny on the wall but not much else. When she swung the door open and the light poured in, she honestly wished she hadn't been so curious.

Her hackles rose as the memories from her short time with Mustava made her body cold and numb. Nearly everything that charismatic devil had had in his establishment was here before her. What had shined a moment ago were the chains and shackles hung so neatly alongside whips and other tools of torture.

Another shudder ran through her. Anubis had said her training was not yet complete. Was this what he had meant? Surely he knew how to use any one of these devices, and she began to tremble thinking what he could do to her if she displeased him.

Closing the door quickly, she retreated back to the small courtyard, panting and whimpering with anxiety. At least the crisp mountain air helped ground her back to the moment. It was a battle to push away the memories of all those helpless women, some being raped while others were tortured. They had all been set beside each other so they could see and hear one another, knowing they were all helpless. Likely it helped break them faster. She had to admit that any longer in there and she might have broken just seeing those other women suffer.

Sitting on the edge of the bench, thoughts of her family going through that place caused hot tears to roll down her cheeks. Thoughts of those women and their families didn't make her feel any better.

She had been there for merely an hour. Ivan had said to leave her there for a week. How long had the others been there while she had gotten to walk out? Hugging herself tightly, several sobs wracked her body.

A sound behind her made her gasp and jump to her paws.

"I-I'm sorry!" a timid voice stuttered behind the bush that nearly engulfed the bench.

"Oh, uh, it-it's alright," Nova replied softly, sniffling and wiping her eyes. "Who're you?"

A young brown wolfess with a crème and very pregnant belly stepped into her view. She also had a delicate golden collar. There were many scars on her, and so often had she worn a muzzle that some of the fur on her snout was rubbed off, but she was clean and well groomed.

"M-My name is Veka," she said nervously, keeping her eyes and voice down. "Master Anubis told me to come. He said that you... you weren't trained by... The Maker," she whispered the last words, glancing about quickly. "He asked me to, uh, to teach you the expectations of the Alphas."

Nova's heart ached for her. "Oh. Uh, Veka, my name's Nova. Um, would ya like to sit down? Ya look tired."

Veka's brown eyes turned up to her before darting around as if she thought someone would pop out of nowhere to beat her for considering it. With a deep breath, she nodded. Her sigh of relief made Nova want to get down and massage her paws. "Uh, how soon are you due?"

Putting a hand over her bulge, Veka was forlorn and sighed. "Any day. It... will be my first litter."

Before she could think of what to say, she heard Veka's stomach protest loudly. The young wolfess whimpered, glancing around again. "Oh, Veka, there-there's so much food on the table. I-I can't eat it all. Would ya like to join me?"

With a shaky breath, Veka nodded eagerly. "Master Anubis gave me permission when he told me to come here."

Assisting the burdened wolf, Nova listened to Veka explain to her what was expected of her when she would be joining her master at the dinner, and the possibility of meeting the Great Alpha, his mother. There was a long list of etiquette she was required to follow regardless of belonging to Anubis. There was little he could do to protect her, and there were many things that were reason enough for Anubis to be required to punish or even kill her in front of others.

The sunset from the window was breathtaking. It caused Veka to cry, which she blamed on hormones, though Nova was sure there was more to it. She had the impression that the bulging young mother did not think she would see many more of such sights.

For once, Anubis did not hide his presence. The door rattled and whooshed open, his shoulder bulging with the effort to slam the heavy door shut. Stomping into the front room, he snarled and forcefully threw a large book into the fire, snorting after it. "Fuck you," he growled to himself before realizing the two women were at the table. With a deep breath, he lowered his hackles and started towards them.

Veka tried to rise to be on her paws in his presence, but he stopped her immediately with a gesture. "You will stay seated." His eyes turned to Nova. "You will go fetch the brushes."

Recalling the torture room she had seen, Nova hurriedly obeyed and was soon following Veka's instructions on which brushes to use and the proper lay of fur. Such attention to detail with brushing would have been wasted in farm life.

The artificial lighting was dim but coupled with the massive fire it was more than enough for their vision. It was dark outside by the time Anubis instructed Nova to assist the burgeoning wolfess to a bed so that she could rest. 

Returning to him as he got dressed in a thick loincloth and fur lined leather vest, he spoke with mild annoyance. "As much as I tried, I couldn't get out of the evening's feast. There are to be guests. The _Angar'rai_." Nova's surprise was not lost to him. "They're the reason we take slaves to begin with. I hope Veka explained everything to you thoroughly. The fire wolves have less mercy than a Dire."

As he turned to head for the door, Nova happened to notice that the book he had tossed into the blaze had landed outside the fire. Though slowly smoldering away, the thick binding was still intact enough to read the words "...oper Slave Training by: Mustava Zar...."