04 Master, please be gentle

I stood fearfully in a dress made of white silk amongst the line of girls, my head bowed as I waited for Mistress Hawthorne's orders. I didn't know what other humiliations were to come, I had no other recourse now but to choose to obey as a good girl.

The girls were all dressed in their translucent outfits, none of them dared to cover themselves with their hands, the whip in the she-wolf's hand lowering our guts to resist.

Mistress Hawthorne looked with satisfaction at the human girl slaves lined up in three rows and four columns, sure that with their training they would be favored by the Alpha. All that was needed was to teach them some more of the standard, regulated language.

"All slaves, speak to me, please master take possession of my slutty body."

My eyes widened in disbelief at what my ears were hearing. Master? Slutty? Wasn't that something only a high class nightclub whore would say? It was like my lips were glued shut, I couldn't even open my mouth to make any sound.

Was I going to beg a werewolf to take possession of my body? Was I to be grateful for rapist?

The other girls looked at each other as I did, and no one said anything like that, making a sound like a mosquito.

Our disobedient behavior angered she-wolves who threatened us with whips, "Do you want to be whipped? From the moment you enter the gates of the castle, you are not innocent girls! You are slaves, slaves to serve the Alpha! Remember!"

My calf was given a harsh lash by the whip, and a clear whip mark immediately appeared.

Forced by the she-wolf's intimidation, I opened my mouth with great difficulty and stammered in a small voice, "Please, Master, take possession of my slutty body."

Obviously, the she-wolf wasn't satisfied, and she ordered me, "Louder!"

I increased the volume and repeated, "Please Master, take possession of my slutty body."

By the time I said it a second time, I had accepted my fate. Go to hell! It was just one sentence! Say anything as long as it keeps me from getting beaten!

The other girls were ordered to say the same thing. It wasn't until Mistress Hawthorne was satisfied, that she nodded her head and said, "A good girl who obeys is the one the Alpha likes."

I was sent to my master's room, the room I had first entered, the room with the name "GARYSON" on the door, and my companions were sent to their master's room.

I don't know what will happen tonight, the only thing I know for sure is that I  will spend the night with a werewolf. Am I to lose my virginity tonight? Or lose my virginity to a werewolf?

The room wasn't empty, the man should be gone for now, which gave me time to scrutinize the room. The right side of the room held a huge bed with sheer muslin hanging around it and a soft carpet underfoot.

The left side of the room had a lot of things hanging on the walls, and when I got closer, they turned out to be some erotic items. In addition to the things hanging on the walls, this place was like a small parlor, with sofa chairs, tables, and some cabinets placed against the walls.

What was in the cabinets? Anyway, there's no one else here, so it shouldn't matter if I sneak open it and take a look.

Opening the door, I saw some bikinis and lingerie inside. I immediately closed the cabinet, I should have guessed that there couldn't be anything useful placed here.

If I did stay here, I would definitely be trained to be a slutty whore! I'd be a plaything in Alpha's bed, even traded to each other like a commodity!

"No! I can't resign myself to my fate! I can't stay here! I must escape!" I've never been so determined about one thing.

My heart thumped and I became very nervous as the thought of escape arose. There were two windows in this room, and outside was a dark forest. There might be beasts in the forest that would use me as food, and I would become a bloody white bone.

I would rather die than stay as a whore. If I die, I can be reunited with my parents, which might be the best path for me at this point.

If I'm lucky enough not to run into any wild animals in the forest, and I make it out and back to the big city. Then I would start my life all over again, do a little business and make money to get my parents' ashes.

My hand rested on top of the window, my fingers silently exerting pressure, my eyes flashing with determination. My body involuntarily stiffened when I heard heavy footsteps and a push from the doorway. I felt a wave of tension and fear gripping my heart, and began to think about how I should react to this unexpected situation.

I quickly turned around and looked warily at the door. The door was slowly pushed open and the familiar man entered the room. Even though he was looking at me with a smile, he exuded a sense of oppression. My mind tightens, but I try to remain calm.

Garyson took off his black overcoat and casually threw them on the couch as he walked over to me. He asked, "Why are you standing by the window? Trying to escape?"

I don't know why, but I feel a strong sense of oppression when he speaks to me. When I face other werewolves, I don't feel this feeling at all.

I stay calm in the face of his questioning and give a vague and simple answer, "I just wanted to stand by the window for a bit. Well, you know, the room was stuffy. I didn't have anything more in mind."

I watched the man's expression, trying to gauge his mood. Luckily, he just continued to smile a little and didn't hold my behavior against me too much.

He cupped my chin and lifted it, "Didn't Hawthorne teach you anything? The first lesson you didn't learn when you came to the castle. You should have called me Master. Little slave."

I pursed my lips, the word 'Master' was hard to get out of my mouth, it was just too difficult.

"M-" I couldn't say it. Once I said the word, I was truly a prostrate slave.

Garyson releases my jaw and lets out a satisfied sigh of approval as he surveys my body from top to bottom.

"Human girls have delicious bodies."

He grabbed a handful of my breasts and rubbed them vigorously, and I let out a cry of pain, "Please! Gently! Please!"

Instead of relaxing the intensity in his hands in the face of my pleas, Garyson increased his strength, crushing my breasts flat.

"What should you call me?"

"Master! Master! Please! Gently!"

I began to scream, as the pain in my breasts forced me to abandon my shame and call him master.

Garyson let go of my breasts and let out a satisfied laugh, "Good girl. In the castle, if you obey, you will have a good life. If you disobey you will be punished."

"There are many rogues inside the forest, they are werewolves who have no morals and don't follow the rules. Human girls who are captured by rogue will be gang raped and even get pregnant to produce some puppies in turns."

Is he talking to me? Did he see what I just tried to run away from? He must be warning me!

Rogue! Gang rape! I looked out the window at the forest in fear, the fear in my pupils unmistakable. If I stayed in the castle, I'd just be sent to Alpha's bed. If I escape, will I really become a plaything for the rogue?

How should I choose? Was what he said true? Do I have to live with werewolves for the rest of my life?

Without letting me do any more thinking, my legs were pushed apart by his knees and my wrists were in his hands. He leaned in close to my chest and sniffed it carefully, "you make a delicious slave. Alpha will love you body."

He pulled my wrists to the large bed and threw me onto the bed. I quickly sat up, avoiding the lying down position, and grabbed the blanket from the bed to cover my body.

I didn't know what he was going to do, was he going to fuck me? When I saw him undressing I screamed, "Mistress Hawthorne said she was going to give me to the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, you can't rape me. It's a castle rule!"

"If the Alpha finds out you broke my virginity, he'll come after you."

It was the only leverage I could muster. Based on my guess, Alpha was the highest ranking werewolf in the pack, and the other werewolves had to be respectful to Alpha.

"You're right. The slaves I train are given to the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, who is a friend of mine, and he's always been pleased with the slaves I've trained."

"Every slave's hymen is pierced upon entering the castle. Tonight I will penetrate you and teach you skills, you will learn to serve the Alpha with your body. how can a virgin know the art of intercourse?"

My face instantly turned as pale as paper, a chill traveled through my body from the top of my head and I couldn't believe what my ears were hearing.

"You... What did you say? I don't believe it. It must not be true." I felt incredibly vulnerable in this moment, as if I might be swallowed up at any moment, and tears flowed frantically from my eyes.

Garyson cupped my face and said, "This is a process that every girl in the castle goes through. If you relax, I think the process will be wonderful. I will make your first night feel wonderful."

I knew I couldn't escape, I was a slave now and had to accept my fate. I buried my face in my hands and couldn't help but cry out in sorrow and pain. Just yesterday, I was a dishwasher in a restaurant. How I miss the life I used to have, but sadly there is no going back.

The castle is a sturdy cage that traps me here. Trapped my body, trapped my mind.

My body, was about to cease to belong to me!

"There is one more thing that needs to be accomplished before we fuck."

I looked up and saw him take some tools out of the cabinet. He was well built, with abs and pecs. But I didn't have time to admire his body, I didn't know what he was going to do to me.

He looked to my lower body, his eyes locked there, smiled at me. "Your pussy is beautifully shaped, it has a thick forest. The Alpha of Blood Moon pack don't like thick pussies."