The Lycan Kings' Chattel

TRIGGER WARNING: Please be advised that this book contains topics and scenes that are extremely dark and graphic. It may contain abuse, words of profanity as well as other things that may be triggering to some readers. Please thread carefully. You have been warned, I will not be blamed for any emotional trauma that occurs if you choose to continue.

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Marlie’s hands stung as she wrung them against the ropes, her eyes pinned to the dirty walls in front of her because that was really all she could see. Her ankles were tied as well, but it wasn’t just her body that was restrained, her heart too.

Fear caged the organ completely, and anticipation was deliberately trying to kill her. Her body was shaking, trembling with the bitter knowledge of what she knew was to come.

For she was a human being; weak and puny and behind her were multiple werewolves looking for their next prey. Because they were strong, they had taken over the world and taken away what was called free will from all of humanity.

Humans were now tools to them, slaves who did all the dirty work, and her work was unfortunately to breed for them. You see, she and the human girls tied alongside her were virgin girls taken from their home at the age of twelve.

They were all locked away for six years, and the purity of their bodies was preserved for this very day. A strong werewolf was supposed to f*ck them, take away that same virginity they had kept for years and breed them.

This has been happening for years and they were almost successful if not for one little disadvantage. Werewolves could breed humans, but humans weren’t strong enough to carry a werewolf’s child. Moments before birth, the human would die, taking the child’s life along with them.

It was tragic, but still the werewolves wouldn’t stop…There was only two Lycan ~A werewolf born from the womb of a human~ in the world to date and their strength was what drove them harder. They were already strong, but werewolves wanted their next generation to be stronger; a generation of lycans they called it.

They probably wouldn’t stop until humanity was no more.

F*cking imbeciles! Marlie hated them with every fiber in her body and tonight the werewolf who intended to breed her wouldn’t have his way with her easily. She’d fight back, surely instead of f*cking her he’d probably resort to taking her life, and that was Marlie’s goal.

She didn’t want a werewolf’s child much less his c*ck inside of her, she preferred death than to let such a cruel creature f*ck her…they disgusted her and she’d show them that tonigh…

“You may now take your pick…”

At those horrifying words, Marlie twisted her hands even harder, trying to look behind her when she heard footsteps, but her position prevented her.

“That’d do you no good, human…the ropes will neither break nor loosen, you’re only hurting yourself.”

“The pain obviously doesn’t bother me…” The fear in her voice was blatant, but still she put up a front. “S-So, it shouldn’t bother you either, f…f*ck off.”

The faceless man chuckled. “I knew you were a feisty one, the roundness of these cheeks gave you away.”

His hand ran along the bare skin of her ass and Marlie shifted away from him. “Don’t touch me.”

“I wasn’t going to, but now I really want to.”

Marlie’s body stiffened when his hands travelled up her stomach, cupping both her breasts beneath them. “This one…she’s just what I had been looking for!”

“L-Let go…!”

Her words were broken, the fear within her making her feel stupid for even acting strong. She’d fight? But how would she fight when her hands and feet were tied…?

Tears glossed over her eyes as she struggled against the ropes. “Let go…”

“And if I don’t?”

“I-I…I’ll kill you.”

The man chuckled again, the sound far darker than it was before as he did as she requested. His hands, they fell back and away from her, but she knew its distance wasn’t going to last long.

She heard his slow footsteps and soon he stood beside her at a point where her field of vision could reach. His long auburn hair tied in a bun atop his head was the first thing she noticed. “You’re scared, aren’t you? Your body is trembling even worse than it was before. Out of all these girls, I find it applauding that you managed to captivate me even before I got a chance to see your face. I’ve been watching you, you see…The way your hips shifted as you aspire to break free from the ropes, and the way your body trembled against the cold walls…it hypnotized me.”

He turned towards her and when his hand roughly grabbed her face, pulling it towards him, she gasped out in even greater fear. All the fight in her, it had left now for she couldn’t fight this man. There was so much darkness in his eyes and the grin on his lips was far too sadistic to be real. The way he was looking at her made her body shiver and not just from the cold.

“P-Please…” Marlie begged, tears draining down her cheeks. “Leave me alone.”

“Leave you alone?” He gripped her face tighter. “I’m sorry, but I cannot agree to that request. The fear in your eyes and the curves of this body had already made my c*ck hard. I will not leave you alone until I’m through with f*cking you until you cry…begging me to stop.”

“N-No…please…”

“That fiery mouth of yours…I crave to do so many things to it…but for now...moisten these fingers for me.”

He squeezed the sides of her cheeks until her mouth fell open and then he shoved two fingers inside. “Lick them, suck them…make sure they’re wet human.”

Marlie shook her head, almost sobbing around his fingers. She didn’t want this, death; that was what she had wanted…this…no, thi…

The girls amongst her, Marlie could hear their screams, the grunts, the animalistic growls of the werewolves that had accompanied this man…it had already begun and she…she…

Her teeth locked around his fingers, biting him in what she called retaliation. She had planned to fight and no matter what, she wouldn’t go down without one.

The man hissed. “You littl~”

His other hand reached for her neck, squeezing it until she coughed breathlessly, letting his two bleeding fingers loose. “You…” His scowl turned into an unexpected smile. “I was going to go easy on you, I was going to take my time…but you really do have no manners.”

He retreated behind her, hand still around her neck, choking her to death. Marlie could barely breathe, and just when she thought he’d end her, he slackened his hand. “I like this though, being disrespected is a first for me.”

His hand slid down her back and when he grabbed her thigh, holding it up and open, she knew what she had dreaded was about to happen. “If you wish to scream a name…it’s Zhander little vixen.”

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A/N// I know I warned you above, but this story is going to get really dark. Since there are multiple warnings, I will not tolerate any disrespect from those who were offended by what I warned them to only read if they could handle. That’s it, you may continue…love and peace from your author Gaydar! Shout out to Hina for the constant motivation!