by Loki Renard
She waved at Lorcan, then turned and kept walking in the direction she had originally chosen. It wasn’t as if getting lost was a possibility; the manor was a monolith in the middle of all the tussock, easily seen for many miles around.
She didn’t dare glance back over her shoulder right away, but when she did she saw that not just Lorcan, but two of his pack mates were following after her. She kept walking, increasing her pace in the hopeless hope that she could perhaps lose them on open ground.
They were still thirty or so paces away when Hannah realized Lorcan was holding a long thin, whippy branch in his hand. It was almost two feet long and it looked serious. She did not want him to catch her while he still had that with him.
“Hannah! C’mere!” Lorcan called the order in dominant tones that almost made her feet stop simply by their resonance.
She pushed through the impulse to obey and sped up a little more. Intellectually she knew she couldn’t outrun Lorcan, let alone the two men he had with him. They were coming for her like a small pack. What she didn’t understand is why he hadn’t overtaken her yet. He could have. He could have sent his men to get her, and yet he didn’t. He let her keep moving…
Suddenly, Hannah understood what was happening. He was letting her tire herself out. He and his men were following her to make sure she did not break left or right, did not have any chance of escape. This would only end when she stopped running and submitted willingly, or when she was too tired to do anything but submit.
It was a bad situation, but Hannah had an idea. She started looping around to her left, making a wide enough circle that maybe they wouldn’t notice that they were turning. With any luck, she could work her way back toward the manor and find somewhere to hide before her lackadaisical pursuers caught up with her. It was a bold plan, but the only one possible.
For a few minutes, she thought it was working. She was still far out in front enough to feel secure, and they were all beginning to turn in a slow formation behind her. Perfect. Maybe their animal instincts would lead them astray. Maybe she could outsmart the wolves who were also men.
A few more steps and she realized that the man to Lorcan’s right was now closer to him, the other was sliding out further. Dammit. They weren’t falling for it at all. They were herding her further and further out onto the heath, and with every step the manor was beginning to dwindle into the distance. Soon enough she would not know where she was, she would be lost and entirely at their mercy to find her way back.
She was starting to get tired too. A week’s worth of down time recovering from injuries and the general stress of travel and the strangeness of the situation she found herself in had taken a toll on her energy reserves. Her heart had been racing since Lorcan’s first appearance, the prolonged stress of the slow chase taking its toll.
“Okay, fine!” She threw her hands in the air and yelled back at him. “You got me!”
Hannah stood still and waited for Lorcan to reach her. He seemed taller than ever with every step he took, until finally he was looming over her, switch still firmly in hand.
“I’m not sure what your plan was, whelp,” he said as his men flanked her. “But it was a bad idea.”
“I was just going for a walk,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “You told me to get some exercise.”
“I didn’t tell you to walk halfway across the heath and ignore me when I told you to come back.”
Hannah backed away from him the moment she saw his hand moving toward her. She might have been caught, but she did not wish to be actually caught. She got maybe three steps back before the two men with Lorcan walked around behind her and cut off any possible escape route.
“What,” she said, looking around. “Three on one? That’s not fair.”
“This is how a pack operates, Hannah,” Lorcan said without any shame at all. “Expect to be pulled up by any one of us if you are disobeying me.”
Hannah shot looks at the men. She had not been introduced; one was a few years older than her, cute with a sort of skinny awkwardness that she did not believe for a second would translate to weakness. The other was broader, older, bearded. He looked at her with a gruff, somewhat paternal air, which she did not appreciate in the slightest.
“Okay, well, you got me,” she said. “They can go.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Lorcan replied as the two men reached for her at the same time. Before Hannah could properly react she found each of her arms held firmly. This was not good.
“Do I at least get read my rights before you take me away, officers?” She smirked the question in an effort not to seem as scared as she was. Squirming between the two men, she could feel their strength, and Lorcan did not look amused at all. He looked every inch the stern, unyielding alpha.
“I told you I expected obedience,” he said. “And I warned you there would be consequences if you were to try to run away.”
“I wasn’t even running, Lorcan, God!” She rolled her eyes. “You’re so dramatic about everything. Oh, nobody can know I’m a werewolf, waah. You sound like a big baby.”
Lorcan’s glower made her innards quiver, but she was not going to apologize. If he thought she would be some quiet, sweet little prisoner, he had another think coming. She was going to make his life a torment until he finally realized it was easier to let her go than keep her around.
“Bite yer tongue, lass,” the bigger of her captors advised. “Yer making this much worse.”
“Thanks for the advice, Lurch,” she snapped back. Unable to physically fight, she was left with nothing but her smart mouth.
“You were already in trouble, whelp,” Lorcan growled. “You’re only making it worse.”
“Yeah? Make this worse,” Hannah said, flipping him off with the middle finger of both hands. She thought she saw the younger man smirk briefly before Lorcan’s growl made everyone fall silent.
He reached out, grabbed her by the front of her sweater, and pulled her out of the hands of her captors. It was no merciful rescue however; he sat down on a nearby rock and tossed her over his lap as if she weighed nothing at all.
“No! Lorcan, not here!”
Her squealed plea came too late and went unheeded as the alpha hauled her pants and panties down in one rough tug, baring the twin rounds of her bare bottom to his gaze and the gaze of his pack mates. Hit with a sudden rush of humiliation, Hannah immediately regretted all the actions that had led her to that point.
“I’m sorry!”
“It’s a bit too late to be sorry, whelp,” Lorcan rumbled down at her.
Hannah squealed as Lorcan’s switch met her cheeks with swift strokes that welted as soon as they landed. It hurt as much as she thought it would when she read it described in Honoraria’s diary, each stroke landing like fire.
There was no mercy in the punishment. Lorcan whipped the switch against her rear more times than she could count, some of the strokes landing over previous ones to create a new crescendo of sensation. She flailed, she screeched, she grasped at the legs of his pants, and she tried her best to buck off his lap, but nothing allowed her to avoid the alpha’s wrath.
She could feel three sets of eyes on her fast reddening bottom, three sets of eyes witness to her humiliation. Tears were springing to her eyes, fueled by pain and regret. Lorcan’s forgiveness seemed unlikely as he continued to spank her, dropping the lash to slap her bottom with the flat of his palm. The change in stimulation did not give much in the way of respite. Instead of stinging there was a deeper heat that ignited responses in her body, a warmth rippling through her abdomen and her loins.
With a cry of desire, she realized that she was starting to become aroused. A response completely out of her control, a need that rose like a tidal wave inside her in spite of the fact that she was displayed so brazenly to Lorcan’s men. They could see her bare bottom, they could see her red cheeks, and in all likelihood they could see the glistening along the lips of her pussy too. Nothing was
private anymore. And Hannah no longer cared. Her clit was grazing Lorcan’s thigh with each and every slap and her pussy was brimming with need. He had taken her pride, but in its place pure lust was unleashed as she arched her hips and put herself on display even more.
“Easy,” Lorcan said, his palm splaying over her bottom, perhaps to shield her modesty. He leaned down and growled in her ear. “This is supposed to be a punishment, brat.”
“Then make it one,” she shot back defiantly. So the alpha did not like his mate displaying herself sexually to the pack. Once again, Lorcan had underestimated her. Hannah grinned to herself as she felt him reach down and pull her panties up over her wet pussy.
She was not entirely released from his grasp, or restored to modesty. He stood up and swung her over his shoulder, her jeans still around her knees as he began carrying her back to the manor. Hannah’s pink cheeks were visible around the hem of her panties, the gusset showing signs of moistening with a little damp patch right in the center of the soft ridges of her lips.
Lorcan’s men were silent on the walk back, but Hannah was sure they too were hiding smirks, and perhaps more. Lorcan dismissed them at the manor door and carried Hannah up to his bedroom, with her giggling all the way in spite of the hard slaps he intermittently landed on her whipped cheeks.
“You are such a brat,” he growled, tossing her on the bed. Hannah laughed with glee as he pulled her shoes, socks, and jeans off, leaving her in her sweater and panties. She should probably have been more chastised, more careful around the large alpha whose expression was stern in the extreme, but she was so pleased with having made him abandon his plan to spank her in front of others that she was starting to think she could perhaps outmaneuver him in other ways.
“Spanking alone is not going to get through to you, is it,” he said grimly. “You need a sterner reminder.”
Hannah laughed as he hooked his fingers in her panties, not just pulling them down but actually tearing them from her body.
She stopped laughing abruptly when he opened a bedside drawer and produced what could only be described as a big butt plug. Black rubber towered at least four inches, the plug as thick as three or four fingers.
“That’s not going in my ass,” she said firmly, covering her welted cheeks.
“Oh, but it is,” Lorcan replied. “And it’s staying there until you make an apology that isn’t glib or disrespectful.”
Sitting on a sore bottom was not pleasant, but it was Hannah’s only way of trying to protect her anus from what seemed to her to be an impossibly large plug. She rolled onto her cheeks and gave him what she very much hoped was a contrite look.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry for teasing you.”
“Go on…”
“I’m sorry I didn’t realize you don’t have a sense of humor… oowwww!”
Her howls filled the room as Lorcan flipped her onto her belly and applied his palm hard and fast to her already reddened cheeks.
“You are going to learn, whelp,” he promised her.
Pinned on the bed face down, Hannah wasn’t able to see much, but she could feel everything. She could feel her cheeks being spread by Lorcan’s powerful hand. She could feel the cool dabbing of lubricating gel being applied between her cheeks, and then the pad of his thumb rubbing it against her anus.
Little noises of protest went unheeded by the alpha as he prepared her naughty bottom for a punishment she had not experienced before. Squirming did her no good either; he was on top of her every movement before she made it.
“Ooh!” She let out an exclamation as the thumb that had been massaging her anal bud began to press harder at that little hole, slowly penetrating her virginal bottom. Hannah found herself grasping at her sheets, clenching her muscles in an effort to try to avoid further insertion.
“It will hurt if you fight it,” Lorcan informed her, his refined tones so incongruous compared to the base actions his thumb was involved in. “It’s best to relax, and submit if you’re capable of such a thing, you little brat.”
There was affection in his tone, but the affection meant little compared to the thick thumb in her anus. Hannah had persevered through the switching, and the public spanking, but having her bottom taken was something she could not giggle her way through and ignore. Though he was little more than an inch inside her bottom, she felt stretched and taken and possessed. Her earlier hubris melted under the impact of that simple act that demonstrated undeniable dominion over her body.
She let out a little whimper and tried to relax, glad for the fact that he had applied generous amounts of lube before making his entrance. The lubrication made the passage of his thumb smoother, but it did nothing for the hot flush of humiliation that threatened to consume her as he pulled his digit out of her rectum and pressed the rounded tip of the thick rubber plug into her bottom, pushing it in firmly, spreading her anus around the greased rubber, making her stretch to accommodate the intrusion.
Panting with arousal and a little bit of pain, Hannah was splayed in place beneath the alpha’s palm, her bottom becoming a vessel of his will as he worked the plug in as deep as it would go. Slowly but surely, she felt the stretching increase until finally her anus closed around the narrow neck of the plug, the base sitting securely outside her body, holding it in place.
“Very nice,” Lorcan said, patting her bottom in a pleased fashion. “I think this will be conducive to much better behavior.”
“That’s it? You just put it in?”
“Go and get cleaned up and put something on for dinner,” Lorcan said. “We’re having a semi-formal meal this evening to properly welcome Kent.”
“Who the fu… who is Kent?”
“He’s the man we were welcoming the other night,” Lorcan said. “Unfortunately, that event was rather postponed due to various events.” He gave her a significant look. “I do not want tonight to be interrupted. So you will be on your best behavior, understand?”
Hannah did not argue. Lorcan’s demeanor was that of a man who did not wish to be pushed further, and she could not imagine what he would do next if putting a big plug in her bottom was a step he had already taken.
She did as she was told, demurring to his will as she took a shower. The hot water stung the welts on her bottom and the plug was not exactly comfortable either. The longer she wore it the less uncomfortable it was physically but the more significance it took on emotionally. He had declared that her bottom be stretched for him, and no matter how well she was dressed she would know it was there. He would know it was there.
Feeling very small and naughty, Hannah dressed for dinner. Clothing had been procured for her, from where she did not know, but a red silk dress hid her nudity and her sins. Lorcan wore a formal suit and together they went down for dinner looking every inch the lord and lady of the manor—if one ignored the way the lady squirmed when she sat and blushed every few seconds.
Fortunately for Hannah, the nice newcomer named Kent was the focus of the conversation and nobody noticed how quiet she was. After all, she was not really part of the pack. Most of the time the others ignored her. Lorcan demanded they respect her, but they didn’t seem to like her. Her presence was probably as strange and inexplicable to them as it was to her.
The plug in her rear was not painful, but she could not forget about it. Every little movement she made caused it to move inside her, a reminder of Lorcan’s claim over her. And yet what did his claim mean? What would it bring her? A lonely life on the outskirts of a pack she could never belong to?
As the meal went on, her mood darkened more and more. She should have been sitting at that table as an equal. She shared blood with the pack through Honoraria after all, but because she was no wolf, because they were all so close with one another, she was nothing but the alpha’s bit of ass on the side.
Her temper finally ran out somewhere around dessert. Having picked at most of her meal, she still wasn’t hungry and the chocolate cake and its a
mple ganache did not tempt her either.
“Do not sulk, whelp,” Lorcan murmured in her direction. His words made her temper flare, the final lecturing straw that broke the camel’s back. She was not sulking. Well, perhaps she was, but she was sulking for very good reason. She felt alone and she felt sad and the plug in her bottom reminded her of a helplessness she did not enjoy.
Without a thought for the consequences of her actions, Hannah scooped up the cake in her hand and mushed it directly into Lorcan’s face.
There was a collective gasp, and then a roar of laughter as her act left the great alpha looking very silly covered in cake. Knowing she had about .02 seconds to make her escape, Hannah pushed back her chair and took to her heels, hiking up her skirt to take the grand staircase two and three steps at a time.
“You rebellious little brat!” Lorcan thundered the words as Hannah shrieked with laughter. “Get back here!”
Going back to him was the last thing on Hannah’s mind. Should she have made such a public display of insubordination? Perhaps not, but he had it coming. Did he truly expect her to be some mild and obedient little captive?
Coming to the top of the stairs, she took first one turn then another through the warren of corridors, far enough ahead of him that he could not easily track her. After dashing through several rooms, she ultimately took refuge behind a floor-to-ceiling-length curtain, becoming one with the thick fabric.
It was a good hiding place and she hoped he would not find her there. Reckoning would come at some point, she knew that, but the longer she could stave it off, the longer she could enjoy the feeling of rebellious independence rushing through her veins.
Four paws, not two legs entered the room. He had shifted in order to track her. Smart move. Hannah tried to stay very still. Perhaps he’d lose her scent amongst the dust and the history in the room. The place must smell like generations of people.
Alas, it was not to be. Lorcan threw back the curtain. He was naked as anything could be, his tall muscular frame primed for action. Hannah looked into his eyes and let out one last rebellious laugh before she was grabbed, hauled across the room, and thrown across his bare thigh.