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Azure didn't seem to care that she was barren and expressed that his expectations remained the same. The striped woman had no problem with this. Her sexual interactions with others had left her with a foul outlook on the whole ordeal. At this point in her life, she would be only too happy to never provide such gratification to another again. This was a command that she was happy and willing to follow.

Once Lyre had crafted her story and asked whether or not it was suitable, Azure agreed that it was. He also agreed that they would have to make her appearance convincing. One that had been abducted with the intent to be forced into slavery should appear disheveled, shaken up. There was no doubt in the woman's mind that Azure was capable of providing her with that appearance.

The hulking man rose and she could see the gears working in his mind as he inspected her. The purring hum of his outward contemplation did little to ease the anxious feeling that rose within her. He told her not to fight and a moment later his jaws were locked around the back of her neck. Lyre gasped from surprise, but she made no move to stop him. As he threw her to the ground, the force brought a small grunt from the fae involuntarily. One massive paw came up to lift her chin, but Lyre was already presenting her throat to him, her conditioning showing through.

How could one simply lay there and take such abuse? When one didn't have a choice, it was easy. Azure's gentle stroking of her throat did little to soothe her and soon those stroked brought pain. Tiny, biting, burning wounds traced across her flesh and there was a little hitch in Lyre's breathing, but she remained unmoving, though her verdant gaze had widened some. The woman was doing her best to be a good slave. This was her masters wish and so she would do her best to be what he wanted her to be. At this moment, he wanted her to feel pain, to be scared, to be convincing when the members of his pack would inevitably arrive.

He told he to get up and she could hear the frustration in his tones. It was a skill that all servants learned quickly. The striped fae got back to her paws, her pelt now a little disheveled and dusty. Her throat was a little sore from the scratches, but her thick fur hid the wounds. Ears slicked backwards and her heart beat hard in her chest. "I... don't think this is convincing enough, my lord. I would have fought back if I was not a slave." Was she really asking to receive more damage? If it was her duty to show her new master in a pleasing light, then yes. Yes she was. Lyre inhaled deeply. She had seen those who fought back and she had seen the ways that they were subdued. "A blow to the head. A strike to the face. Wounds heal and a slaver will keep a wolf from sale until they do so. He wouldn't have thought twice about protecting my appearance." Still her heart hammered. Would he see the logic in her statement or would he punish her for it?

"Lyre"