Working for the Fae Ch. 05

A bit of a longer chapter for you all as requested! This chapter is a bit more violent than usual and with no real sex. Fair warning!

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As the day wore on, I felt more and more of my powers return to me. I had spent the day listening to the thoughts of my guards and any other wolf that came within a 10 metre radius of my cell. I knew that most of the pack would be leaving the area after 7:00pm to run, a celebration of the Alpha's return to the pack. I had gathered from the minds of those wolfs (amid rather obscene images that just reaffirmed the claims of how sexually driven wolves are) that this would give me about 1 hour to escape before the pack and Alpha returned to the immediate area. As I felt my strength begin to grow, I slowly pulled on my bonds, feeling the chain slowly warp and weaken to the point where a sharp tug would snap the weakest link easily.

It was with 10 minutes to go until the pack left, the group already huddled on the grass area outside the main house, when I felt the full strength of my fae powers return. I tried again to call out to Lexter and Bytlock but they remained too far away for me to send anything but the idea of being alive to them: I was going to have to get out of this myself. Taking a ready stance, I concentrated on the minds of my 5 guards, all of which were entirely focused on their desires to be running with the pack and not on their (seemingly) helpless captive. They were bored and disgruntled. Perfect. A bored wolf was even more stupid than an attentive wolf; I gave myself the challenge to have them all dead before they even knew my chains were broken. With the wolf's venom coursing through my system, no longer affecting my body, I used it to heighten my sense of smell to that of fae and wolf combined, resulting in my ability to smell each metal used in the alloy if the door. Filtering out all the unwanted smells I focused on my guards and the house I was in, tracing and noting the most used routes and doors as paths to steer clear of. As a result, when the first howl split the air I had already planned my escape route and method of killing my guards down to which way their blood would splatter when they died. I was ready and payback was going to be a righteous bitch.

I waited for the pack to run a fair distance from the house, my guards following their progress as I did, unaware of my intentions or their impending death. With a sharp grunt, I brought my arms down in a slicing motion, the weakened link parting like clouds, and the screech of metal the only suggestion of how much force I was truly exerting. I had reached and yanked open the door before the guards even heard the sound of the link breaking, my hand already grasping the closest guards' knife as they began to flinch. Using every inch of my super fae speed, I sliced through his neck, the head slowly coming from the body as I stepped forward to slice the next chest and so on until every wolf body was spurting a fountain of blood in slow motion. By the time I had redressed in my clothes and attached my weapons to their holsters after loading them, the first guards' body hit the floor with a soft thud. I didn't wait around to hear the rest fall. As I stood in the downstairs hall, I could already feel myself slowing down, unable to maintain top speed for a long period of time but I knew there were two other wolves that would their end by my hand today and I had to find them before I was moving at a normal speed again.

Darting right, through the door, I followed my nose through the busy kitchen, the wolves in their barely inhaling fully before I was out the opposite door again and into the living room where John and Steve stood frozen mid laugh. Even amidst my furious thoughts, I had to silently chuckle to myself at the sound of the wolves laughing in slow motion. The sound was something like a seal crossed with a whale; what a fitting noise to be the last of the two rapists. Crossing the room, I pulled both guns from my hips, releasing one silver bullet from each into the chest of each wolf, just below their hearts. When I stopped before them, I paused long enough for time to catch up with me, so that (from their point of view) I appeared before them just as they felt the silver slugs worming towards their hearts and know that I was the reason for their last few moments of agony. The look of shock quickly masked the face of every wolf in the room and I stayed long enough to flash Steve and John a menacing smile before flitting into super speed once more.

As far as I was concerned, I was free. No wolf was going to catch me before I was back to normal speed and, heck; I was probably going to be miles away before they even began to chase me. They are just stupid mutts after all. With a grin, I ran from the house, the world seemingly motionless behind me, tearing through the forest and speeding past the pack of wolves, frozen mid stride. Even at their top speed, they had nothing on me when I had the fire on full blast. As I ran, I relaxed and spread my thoughts out before me, mental screaming with joy and calling to Bytlock and Lexter, feeling a dim recognition in return. Maybe it was because I underestimated the dogs and thus wasn't paying attention that I then slammed to a full stop as my body was caught in an invisible net.

I say net, but it was more like a powerful force, leeching the magic from me even as I used to try and break the hold of the substance or spell. Pulling my guns from my holsters again, I fired wildly into the substance that prevented me moving forward as the world caught up with me again and the pack caught my still lingering scent. Panicking I ran backward, away from the wall, still at a speed that caused time to slow around me but the world no longer froze. Every step became a physical exertion and I knew I didn't have long. Praying to every religious deity, I ran for the gate to the compound, hoping that the force that had held me was not protecting the entrance and exit. I hurtled past the wolves again, only this time slow enough to see the leading wolves begin to turn and follow my scent. I pushed, my breath beginning to leave me in pants rather than steady lung fulls. Still feeling the slightest contact with my friends I sent them a loud signal and locating call, not sending words only a powerful pull to my location, desperate to know that if I was trapped they were on their way.

As I ran into the main compound again, wolves from the main house were beginning to spill onto the grass as they began to track me, still moving as though stuck in thick jelly but moving nonetheless. With glee, I saw that the gates stood wide open and without a second thought ploughed straight through them, only to feel a hand clasp around my neck and squeeze tightly.

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Coming to, I found myself gagged and bound in rope that prevented me from moving even the smallest fraction. I was suspended bodily from the ceiling with no contact with any walls or objects. It was a different room than before, but still remained that cliché white washed room of every horror or sci-fi movie ever. In the corner lay my clothes, crumpled and dumped, completely uncaring for the designer price tag attached to each. And my shoes, my poor beautiful shoes, had clearly been flung from my body without a care, now lying pitifully dispersed in the far corner.

Interestingly I didn't feel as though I had been given any more wolf venom, which was smart on their part as it no longer poisoned but helped me. In fact I felt fine and had complete access to my powers. Feeling confused, I hesitantly reached out with my mind, only to immediately sense a barrier surrounding, much like the net in the forest. Cursing under my breath, I felt around until I realised I was effectively in a ball of this magic sucking substance and the fact I still had my powers was more a mockery of my situation than a gift. I hadn't heard of any wolves with this sort of weapon and certainly not one with the brain power to capture and keep a fae, even a half one. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself for a situation that I felt was going to completely surprise me. This Alpha was not the run of the mill were.

I could of course claim that they left me hanging there for ages, embarrassed at my nudity and raging at the world, but in fact, I barely had registered all this before the door to my dungeon opened. 3 men and 2 women walked through the door. The two women were leggy, blonde and busty while looking like they spent hours in the gym every day. I immediately hated them, as every female naturally would, regardless of how nice they may be. The first two men exuded power and stood taller than the two women; one with shoulder length brown hair and the other a shorter curly blonde. However, it was the final man to walk in that held my attention, and sent alarm bells ringing. The man held a relaxed and uncaring stance and stood no taller than the other two males, but he seemed to tower over every one and his power and strength filled and dominated the room. Even my fae blood wanted to submit to this man, holding his gaze was a hard task. His eyes looked like molten amber, his lips full and jaw line strong and defined. His black hair had brown streaks running through it and was styled in that 'I just got out of bed' look that girls love. As my body cowered in fear, and my mind demanded I stay defiant, my body couldn't help but desire this man and all that he promised to be. My only problem is that I couldn't smell them, not a single one of them had any scent and I suspected the barrier had more purpose than keeping me magic less.

"This killed seven of my betas? Are we laughing stock now!?" The Alpha's deep, rich voice hit me like a velvet wave and caused my body to tingle. Strong jaw line and the voice of a mountain, this Alpha was damn hot. "She barely comes up to my waist, and you're telling me she escaped and killed that many without anybody catching her?" The mention of my height insulted me, as a member of the short population of the planet; I can tell you we get quite defensive about our stature.

"Sir, she is half fae, half human. We have heard of her. She is the one who killed the Ares pack in Greece last year, remember?" Blonde 1 spoke up in defence of themselves, clearly my escape was a sore point in their pride and they wanted to justify their failure with my reputation.

The Alpha grunted in surprise while looking at me, clearly having fallen into the belief that my soft human appearance conveyed the extent of my capabilities. I couldn't understand how this seemingly normal Alpha had trapped me.

"Still, that doesn't explain to me how she came to be hurtling through the gate towards me as I arrive without any of you on her tail!" My eyes widened with shock as I realised that the Alpha was the one who had caught me, he was capable of moving at a speed that no wolf should be able to meet.

My gasp had caught the attention of the room, the Alpha's molten eye narrowing on me with distrust. He told the blonde Beta, James, to remove the gag from my mouth. Watching carefully, I saw him cross the invisible barrier with ease and into the space where I could access his mind. Quickly, with dagger precision, I delved into his mind, desperate to gain control of his thoughts. To my great shock, I was met by a wall of faces that I could not penetrate a skill that the fae taught each other and the wolves were not supposed to have. Watching him approach, I felt fear for the first time and inhaled quickly in my panic, his scent of crushed pine needles filling my throat and choking me. With practised and fluid movements he removed the gag from my mouth, and dropping it beneath me. As he lent forward I heard him sniff at me, and then jerk slightly and frowning. Before I could understand what he had smelt, he turned and left the bubble I was in, cutting me off from his scent and mind.

Looking up at the Beta as he stepped back towards his Alpha, I couldn't help bust ask "How?" in a small voice. James, the Beta, looked at his Alpha for approval before answering:

"How did I wall off my mind? Just as we created the bubble you are in and how the Alpha managed to catch you even as you moved so quickly." He told me, slight pitying look in his eyes. "The pack, or rather the Alpha line has fae ancestry, which is why fae normally leave us alone."

I must have looked very confused because the Alpha then stepped forward to explain. "My Grandmother was a fae, a very powerful fae who fell in love with my Grandfather. However, a fae and wolf cannot be mates, or mated due to genetic differences. So what my Grandmother did was to combine her egg with that of a female were, so that they may produce one child of a mixed breed, much like you are. As such, fae magic is a trait passed down through the Alpha line and has made this pack very strong. So much so, in fact, that we have not been attacked by the fae for nearly 400 years. That was until, you did, 7 days ago in New York. So what has changed?"

"What are you talking about? Fae and Wolf genetics? No way, I would have heard about that! I've been all over the world, interacted with every social group within the fae courts and not once have I heard of you or anything special to do with this pack!" If he really thought I was going to buy his crap, he had another thing coming. Telling me he had another which? Believable. This fairy-tale? Fat chance.

"How old are you, child?" Blonde 2 asked, the look of pity on her face making me want to claw her eyes out. "Alpha, I don't think she knows..."

"I'm 120 bitch, don't patronize me! I've killed more humans and wolves than you have, I'm feared and have a reputation that spans continents generations." Honestly, I did feel like I had been misled but my pride would not let itself be told so by the leggy blonde model in the corner.

"You have killed 7 of my betas and must be punished before we begin to train you in the truth." I looked at him quizzically. Why not just kill me? Leaning down towards the exterior of my bubble, the Alpha said, "Why should we kill you when I can return you to your friends and family a broken vessel? What a waste your death would be."

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It had been three days since they had begun to torture my mind, forcing the truth and their ways of seeing things into my head. The pain of their invasion excruciating beyond belief. By the end of the 1st day, I was already curled up in the corner of my brain, just trying to save who I was rather than counter attack. By the end of the third day, my mind was beginning to unravel but I still refused to bend and break to their beliefs.

Unlike the last 3 days, I was moved to a new room, and once again bound but this time my legs were held splayed open, my sensitive flesh exposed and easy to access. Today, my torturers Blonde 1 and Blonde 2 were going to be using physical pain to break me. Blonde 1 sat behind my head, hands on my temples ready to start her usual mental attack but I was more concerned with Blonde 2 who was making a show of arranging a large collection of studded whips, belts, clips, knifes and other tools on a table next to me.

Within seconds of Blonde 1 beginning to fill my mind with her words, I felt the cutting bite of a 12 piece leather whip, with each strand studded with spikes, across the interior of my thighs. Trying not to scream, I focused on my mental blocks against Blonde 1, trying to ignore the striking of the studs against my bleeding thighs but only able to prevent the screams for very long. It was only once I could feel the hot blood dripping along my reddened flesh that the studded whip was put down, only to be replaced by a riding crop. A riding crop which was instantly upon my breasts, striking constantly upon the sensitive underside and nipples, pausing only long enough for her to clamp my nipples, before striking again. By this point tears were running down my face in torrents as my mind fought to retain its identity and my body was abused.

Then, it stopped. Both Blondes backed away from my body, leaving me gasping in pain, only to feel a bucket of frozen water being poured on my flesh, igniting the pain rather than soothing it. Almost immediately, Blonde 2 began shallow cuts into my highly sensitive flesh, covering me in marks and reapplying them as my skin healed at its fast rate. As they were opened for the third time and blood began to pool beneath me, Blonde 1 returned to her mental attack as the precise moment that Blonde 2 cut into the lips of my pussy. She spent utmost care cross thatching the sensitive flesh with precision as my screams filled the room. The pain rocketed above anything I had experienced before and in an attempt to save myself, my instincts pulled all my magic in on one point before pushing out with incredible force, yet only managing to crack my bubble and cause Blonde 1 to gasp as her mind was filled with my pain.

Blonde 2 smirked down at me, before grabbing a clamp and attaching it to my clit. Each punishment seemed as though nothing could be worse, until I felt the next. Straining to get away from the clamp, my body arched in the bonds, thrusting my breasts into the air.

With a sadistic grin Blonde 2 leant over me and said "As you wish." Her hand came up across my tit, blade cutting in one continuous line across my breast pausing at the nipple to cut a cross on the bud before continuing to the other breast and doing the same. My scream must have been heard throughout the compound, my breath only managing to come in short pants as the slightest movement caused any healing my flesh started to do on my breasts to deteriorate again with the movement. The, next thing I knew was pain beyond anything I could comprehend and my mind being attacked once more. Before I blacked out, I had time to realize that Blonde 2 had just sliced through my clamped clit.

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Waking up, what must have been seconds later; I no longer felt any hands on my flesh or any attack on my mind. Bracing myself, eyes closed, I automatically reached out with my mind and was startled to find that the barrier was gone. Realizing I must have attacked the border with magic again due to the pain I began to try and call for help, only to be distracted by growling and screaming in the room. My eyes opened to see the Alpha wolf holding Blonde 2 by the neck against the wall with Blonde 1 cowering in the corner.

"But..Sir, you told us-" Blonde 2 began, but was cut off when the Alpha growled and tightened his grasp.

"Yes, I did. But my Wolf doesn't care about that because the barrier broke." The Alpha's growl shook the room and caused the two Blondes to squeal in fear, barring their throats in submission. I struggled to stay conscious through the pain, desperate to know what had happened.

"B,But, can't you just put the barrier back up again?" Blonde 1 asked from her corner on the floor. Both Blondes seemed as confused as I was at to why their Alpha was reacting this way. In fact, the whole compound appeared to be listening to what was going on in my dungeon.

"Yes I can, you stupid bitch, but my wolf won't allow that. Not if it means he can't tell whether she is safe or not. And particularly if it means he can't smell her anymore!" The Alpha seemed infuriated at the Blondes suggestion, as if what the problem was the most obvious thing in the world. "Now get out of here before I lose complete control of my wolf and kill you both. Go! NOW!"

Both Blondes fled the room as fast as they could, whimpering like smacked puppies. Through half closed eyes, I watched as the Alpha approached me, hoping that he would just kill me and put me out of my misery. Instead he leant down beside me and began licking at my wounds with a shifted tongue. I tensed, expecting the sharp pain of contact but was surprised to find the touch soothing to the flesh. Once he had covered every inch of my body with his tongue, taking great care and delicacy with my abused and mutilated pussy, he stood up to hover over me, holding me gaze.