BANG! I was shaken awake by the rattling of the hull, the wood planks of the dungeon beneath deck I resided in creaking and groaning as the muffled sound of shouts and screams filled the air. I heard the quiet whimpering of my fellow slave from the darkness at the other end of the dungeon, but it was too dark to see Zinnia with just the light of the waning moon shining through the portholes.
I watched as a crewmate came from the direction of her voice, only his damp underwear covering his raging hard-on as he hastily made his way up the stairs to the deck above.
BANG! It was as if the ship itself was being torn apart by some sort of monster. A kraken, slapping the ship apart with its massive tentacles? I looked out my little circular window, but could see nothing. I sighed, sitting back down, curling my knees to my chest as I simply waited. There wasn't much else to do. Hopefully it was a kraken. It would serve the slavers right to die like that, even if Zinnia and I drowned along with them, stuck in our iron cages. It wasn't like there was much to look forward to with our lives anyway, I often heard her begging for death whenever the crew came to enjoy themselves.
BANG! The ship twirled, nearly capsizing as the floor nearly turned perpendicular to the water. The second crash was the sound of my body slamming into the iron bars of my cells, my ears ringing as I screamed out in pain. I managed to look up, seeing this time little Zinnia, tears in her eyes, shouting my name. She was chained to the wall, her wrists and ankles bolted to the wood, the same way mine were when the men came to satisfy themselves, this time at least, the chains saving her from the rocking of the boat. I watched as she threw up, my eyes starting to blur. I tried to call out to her, but before I could, the ship corrected, slamming back the other way- and headfirst into the bars across from me. The last thing I heard was the cacophony of screams before everything went blank.
"...No, Merlou.. I can't let you take her..."
"...I don't care what she is......this was a ship......didn't care about damaging their goods..."
"...You can't know that!" I heard the echoes of deep, husky voice, as if it was a million miles away. I was fading in and out of consciousness. Where was I..? I was on a bed, at the very least. I hadn't felt one of those in months.
"Damn it, Merlou, they don't need this right now!" The voice.. a woman's despite how deep and throaty it was. I heard her snarl.
I managed to finally open my eyes, my eyelids fluttering as I winced, trying to adjust to the light in the small room.
"Hey, you're awake!" It was the same woman, I felt her paw on my cheek- wait, paw? My eyes finally managed to focus on the wolfbeast standing by my bed, a look of concern in her glowing yellow eyes.
"Wha.. where am I?" Panic filled me as I looked around the room, only to find no one else with us. "Zinnia! Where's Zinnia!?" My voice was hoarse, my throat scratchy as I tried to speak. I pushed off the covers, starting to get up before the wolfbeast placed her paws against my shoulders, pressing me back down onto my pillow.
"She's fine. Much better off than you. If the shifter's magic didn't flow through your blood, you would not have made it. But even still, you need to rest. You've been through a lot."
Oh thank the gods, she was alive. Relief flooded through me, only to quickly disappear once more when I realized what she had said. "Shifter.. how do you know?" I had kept it a secret all this time, scared of what the slavers would do if they knew what I was. I looked at the woman once more. She was huge, well over six feet tall and rippling with muscle. Deep gray fur covered her body, except for a small scar over the left side of her snout. She was dressed in full leather armor, the handle of a massive two-bladed axe peaking out over her shoulder.
"Do not worry about your safety, Ceri. There are only four people on this island who know. Three are sworn to secrecy, the last is Zillia." She rubbed my shoulder as she leaned forward. "Get some rest. I will explain things later."
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I slipped into the simple white gown that had been left for me at the foot of the bed, glancing over at myself in the mirror. I froze at the sight. I looked horrendous. I had not been able to see my own reflection since I was kidnapped.. three months ago now. My cheeks were sunken in, dark circles were etched under my haunted eyes. My blonde hair was thinning and dirty. I nearly threw up, retching, pain filling my empty stomach.
I opened the thick wooden door, stepping out into a hallway lined with many others.
"Oh, hey, Ceri!" I turned to my left, where I found the wolfbeast woman, and to my surprise, a male, even taller than her, probably at least seven tall, with his massive cock pressed between her lips. They were both naked, the male groaning as he pushed his foot long cock in and out of her mouth, past her gleaming white fangs over and over.
She placed a hand on his muscular stomach, stopping him as she got up from her knees. "Oh please, Darren, don't be so whiny. I'm sure Ulen can finish you off."
Ignoring his protests, she walked up to me, seemingly unfazed about what I had just witnessed, or her nude body on full display, the massive breasts that had been hidden behind leather armor now spilling free, her perky black nipples stiff on her furry chest.
"Rizen Lupenskrul." She offered me a furry hand, the pads of her clawed fingers calloused and firm. I shook it tentatively. She seemed nice enough.
