Chapter 9: the family (the party)
There was only so much annoyance Hunter could take where Spike’s inability to learn simple tasks was concerned. A bitch was supposed to clean, cook, take care of their man, not constantly almost poison him with horrible food. Spike couldn’t even manage the fucking laundry, something children learned to do, helped their parents finish.
The thought occurred to him as the bitch was, yet again, crying about actually trying. Something Hunter didn’t believe. Spike was obstinate, surely purposely messing up. No one was that bad at removing egg shells from food. He told the bitch to get dressed, that they were going out, that he was going to return Spike to where he fucking should have left him.
The family who employed Hunter to bring in war criminals had been delighted to hear from him. He’d talked to them on the phone while Spike was getting ready, made sure his bitch heard him talking, that he needed to give someone a reminder of how good they had it. It had been an easy thing to then pack Spike into his old truck, and drive over, glaring through the windshield the entire drive.
Pulling up to the family pack’s large home, practically a mansion, Hunter was a little surprised to see all the other cars. The family had mentioned a party, and that he was more than welcome to bring his bitch along, though they had seemed surprised Spike was still around. Looking at the bitch, Hunter put the truck in park.
“You going to behave?” He asked, growling low in his throat.
Spike had been silently keeping his anger inside. Even as he dressed - he didn’t even want to think about the fact that the only presentable clothes that he was provided to go out with were pants that could be zipped down at the back.
Where he should have left him… Since Hunter said that Spike knew where he would take him. He didn’t even need to hear the phone call to know. It was that fucking family - the one that set all this in motion. They had ruined his life.. At first he thought that they were just stupid pups, tracking him down only to beat him up in a pathetic attempt to exact revenge for something Spike didn’t even remember doing. He could barely remember how many he’d fucked during the war. He would use some to relieve his rut while others would be used to assert his dominance. But those days were behind him. The war had been over and he had been trying to lead a domestic life with his bitch. All would have been fine if they never got involved with him… got Hunter involved with him.
With time however his burning anger toward Hunter had mixed with something else - submissiveness. Hunter had been too strong to take out, too fast to run away from, too powerful to defy… it had started to come naturally. Any time his anger would turn toward Hunter, something inside of Spike would clench at his stomach, grip him with doubt. One clear though always crossed his mind - he wouldn’t win the fight and he would regret the consequences.
Now however, he was gripped with rage as he looked at that mansion and at Hunter. The two things that had decided his fate for him, took everything from him.
“You think those miserable bastards would scare me?” he huffed a low growl, unsure of what the purpose of all this was. Those who had beaten him up here - they were nothing special.
Looking at the bitch, Hunter growled low in return. “I think I need to get more inventive with your punishments. Been spoiling you too damn much.” He shifted in his seat as he took off his seatbelt, hand clenching on the backrest of Spike’s seat. “You think you’re the only bastard I brought to them? Or that they would have stopped at slapping you around? My dumb ass didn’t want to see a perfectly good bitch wasted by being beaten to death.”
There was some regret in his voice, mostly at the thought that he’d taken such an unruly bitch into his home, though he had to admit Spike made life interesting. Hunter doubted he’d actually leave Spike here for long. Maybe a day, or possibly two. He got out of the car, catching the scent of fear, blood, and sex from a couple walking out of the mansion, moving past him as he stalked around the truck to get Spike out of the passenger side door. The two wolves were laughing, clearly a little drunk, and headed home after having a good time. He briefly wondered what kind of party this was, but shrugged the thought away, sliding his arm around Spike’s waist.
“They mentioned they had another job for me they wished to discuss, so you better fucking behave if you don’t want to stay down in their weird little holding cell the entire time you’re here,” Hunter grumbled, leading Spike past more guests coming and going. “The matriarch was more than happy to give you a tour of where you’ll be staying.”
He tugged Spike along as he stepped into the house along with a couple other guests, eyes narrowing slightly at the distinctive sound of leather hitting flesh. The home smelled of food and alcohol, though there was a faint scent of blood and sex, stronger on some of the more relaxed looking guests, several who still had their clothing in disarray.
As Hunter leaned over him, Spike felt his neck starting to sweat. The scent of anger and the growl activating an instinct inside him to submit. But he only stayed quiet, the anger in him enough to subdue his irrational responses to Hunter. He listened with little interest, convinced that reality was far different than what he was being told. He knew Hunter wanted to scare him but he should have known that being beaten wasn't something Spike was afraid of. His life had always been from one fight to the next. He doubted those bastards would have been able to kill him, especially not that kid that had beaten him while he was here.
When Hunter went out and walked around the car, getting him out of his seat, Spike clearly detected the heavy scent of blood and sex from the people passing by. Laughing and talking... Spike saw the cars around the property, knew there was something happening at the mansion.
Anger and shame gripped him when Hunter put his hand around his waist, clearly announcing their relationship. He hated it, his body clenching. The times he had been let out of the house and Hunter's territory he had never been left alone, Hunter always at his side, announcing to everyone who cared or didn't care to listen that Spike was his...
A tour? Of what? A party mansion and a few cells?
Spike was almost dragged along with Hunter as they entered the place. It definitely smelled of a gathering of wolves and sex lingering in the air wasn't that surprising.
The many mingling guests grew quiet as they walked in, eyes on them, though mainly on Spike. Hunter frowned, his hand lightly squeezing Spike’s hip as he ushered the man through the room. He didn’t appreciate so many people staring at his bitch, though he was well aware of Spike’s reputation. Still… the looks of anger were mixed with something akin to hunger.
Before he could think much more on what those expressions could mean, the pack’s alpha pair approached him, smiling with their usual pleasant faces, speaking their usual pleasant words. Hunter didn’t have much use for conversation with his employers, preferring to get to business. The husband again spoke of the ‘special’ job he had for Hunter, while his wife stepped up close to Spike, looking at the bitch with a mix of hatred and smug amusement.
“No worries,” she said, smiling sweetly as she brushed her salon styled hair from her eyes. “I’ll be sure to give your… companion the tour.”
Hunter stared at the woman for a moment, before turning Spike’s chin towards him. “Behave.” He said, before following the husband further into the house.
The woman continued smiling until Hunter vanished into another room, before looking at Spike with open hostility. “So.” She said. “You’re still alive. We’d hoped our bounty hunter would have killed you by now.”
Spike didn’t feel shy about glaring at those that stared at him, the only reason why he didn’t outright growl was because of the hand squeezing his leather-clad hip. He knew he was stepping in enemy territory yet the attention he was receiving was unsettling. All these wolves gathered, he could feel their stares stabbing at him. He wanted to make a show of his strength, wanted to beat the most blatant bastards to a pulp… Spike’s attention turned to the two approaching. He could smell it on them - alphas. The hateful eyes didn’t stir anything in him except annoyance. Did Hunter really think this would scare him. Perhaps the only thing he would have difficulty with would be not killing any of these bastards.
A growl was forming in his throat at the woman staring down at him when Hunter grabbed him by the chin, his order making the growl die in his chest. He followed him with his eyes as Hunter left the room with the other man, while the woman remained.
He looked at her now, out of Hunter’s shadow to keep him restrain Spike felt his own strength. His body was in good condition and he was completely free. The only thing stopping his hand from tearing that throat apart was Hunter’s order. Something inside him felt dread at disobeying. Despite that however he wasn’t able to suppress his body’s natural instincts. His eyes glowed as he looked at the woman.
“Funny how I’m still alive then.” he answered in a steady voice.
The dissatisfaction with Spike’s attitude was clear, the woman holding his gaze, her own eyes giving a glow as well. However, within that anger was caution, but also… something darker, seething beneath. She managed a smile, the expression poisonous.
“Funny,” she replied. “Well, come along. You don’t want to make your master angry, now do you? He may leave you here for longer than just the two days we agreed to.”
As she walked through the room, guests parted before them, one of them saying to her “lovely party, Sasha”, to which she smiled graciously. A few of the guests dared to come closer, some growling, some giving Spike hungry looks. One man even dared to reach out and run a hand over Spike’s leather clad buttocks in passing.
As Sasha led Spike, the smell of sex and blood became stronger, the sounds of moaning and gasping becoming louder. She paused beside a door down one opulent hallway, several guests standing around chatting, drinking, shirts unbuttoned, the stench of sweat and fear thick on them.
“Our first stop, as my husband is currently taking your master to the holding cells...” She gave Spike a smirk, opening the door.
There was a man thrusting wantonly into a struggling man strapped, face down, over a curved table, while a second was fucking the bound man’s mouth. A few other men were waiting their turn, along with a couple amused, laughing women. In the corner of the room, there was another captive, groaning and sobbing on the floor, bloodied at the knees and nose, looking up as they walked into the room, a chain hanging from a collar around his neck, as two men were fucking him at the same time. Sasha sighed, as if the sight was a beautiful thing to behold. She looked to Spike, trying to read his expression.
Spike looked at her, the way she smiled, the sharp scent of aggravation and satisfaction wafting from her. He almost growled at her that Hunter was not his master but the word “behave” stabbed at his impulses.
Being left here… he didn’t like it, even if it was hard to judge the threat he would be facing. There were too many people, the space was too vast. To him it didn’t seem impressive at all, but there had to be a reason why he was brought here. He knew that Hunter was aware of what buttons to push, what to do to him to force fear out of him. It was too unsettling that nothing stood out, that this place seemed so… ordinary.
He followed her reluctantly out of the room and into the crowd of people who complimented her and then thought that they could come close to him. He growled back at those who challenged him, showing his sharp teeth as he felt a touch on his ass, though they passed too quickly to be able to see who had done it. This place was like a hive of wasps readying to strike. There was an unpleasant heaviness in the air, the scent on sex and blood laced with a heavy dose of fear. He looked at the men gathered, chatting casually.
So it was this kind of party… Spike thought blankly as the woman Sasha opened the doors. Was it just a preference? A play? The chill at the base of his spine told him otherwise. The scent of blood, fear and arousal was so thick in the air he could practically taste it.
Spike had seen plenty of gruesome things and experienced them as well so he was able to keep steady of the sight of the wolves getting raped… but having it made into a spectacle made his stomach turn. An unpleasant thought tried to creep into his mind but he pushed it away. If he was left here - what would be done to him? This wasn’t what he had expected to see. He had thought there would be feeble attempts at dominance through power - imprisonment, beatings… but the sight in front of him… was morbid. His expression stayed but his eyebrows quivered before he could stop them.
As the men continued being raped before them, Sasha watched Spike closely. She wondered how much Hunter knew, figuring he must know something of their… activities with these war criminals that bounty hunters like Hunter and others had brought to them. It was difficult for her to be sure, but Spike seemed to be slowly coming to understand the scene before him.
She looked away only when the wolf strapped down to the table started choking and jerking violently against his bonds. The man fucking the captive’s throat pulled back, not getting out of the way fast enough as the raped man vomited copious amounts of semen all over the party goer’s groin and legs. Angered, the partier punched the bound man viciously, yelling at him, holding the man’s hair to punch him again and again.
“Alexander!” Sasha roared, stepping forward.
The partier punching the bound wolf paused, holding the man’s bleeding, ruined head up, breathing heavily. He let the man go, stepping back in disgust, looking down at the semen and vomit all over his body.
“Don’t kill them,” Sasha said, voice calmer, but no less authoritative. “They’re no good dead.” She glanced at the bound wolf, checking that he was still breathing, sobbing weakly as the man behind him continued fucking him. “Finish your knot, then tell one of the servants to clean him up. He still has more people to see tonight.”
Sighing at the inconvenience, Sasha turned back to Spike, giving him an almost apologetic smile. Behind her, the two men fucking the other were holding him in place, laughing as the bitch sobbed and screamed. One exclaimed ‘he really can take both knots!’ as Sasha guided Spike away.
“Sometimes our guests do get a bit...” She seemed to be searching for the right word, leading him down the hall to another door, behind which there was growling. “Overexcited. Clearly you will not be entertaining guests in such a way. From the way you’re acting, clearly Hunter has been spoiling you for too long, though I must commend him for your willingness to follow simple commands.”
She opened the door where a woman, a collar around her neck, connected to a chain attached to the wall, was facing off against several men and another woman. The chained woman snarled, sharp teeth bared, eyes golden and glowing in rage and fear, glancing towards them briefly. It was long enough for one of the men to dart forward with a leather belt, smacking her across her ass. He nearly got out of the way as she clawed at him, ripping open deep cuts in his arm. As she attacked, another man punched her, sending her staggering back.
“This may be more fitting for you, once you’ve been… properly punished for displeasing your master.” Sasha smirked, watching Spike for a moment as the men managed to overpower the woman, her growls and screams turning into shrieks of pain then anguish as her legs were forced open. “A more dangerous game. Many seem to like it. I prefer my bitches more… docile.” She reached out to touch Spike’s hair.
Spike couldn’t help but stare as the strapped wolf struggled, choking and vomiting. A chill ran up his spine as he watched the man savagely beat their toy… That's what those men were - toys… He couldn’t see why this was done. He could clearly smell the underlying anger and disgust. It was a sharp and irritating scent. Why would these bastards fuck wolves that they apparently disliked? They couldn’t gain anything from doing this. Nor were they in desperate need to relieve themselves.
Deep down, however, Spike knew the answer - revenge. The pleasure of asserting your power, of humiliating an enemy. The wolves that were strapped and chained looked like strong men… if freed and in healthy condition, none of these fuckers would stand a chance.
Spike was starting to feel a chill as he witnessed all that. The woman’s apologetic smile only made that feeling grow. This was normal for her. Natural…
Spike hands balled up into fists as she continued speaking, overwhelmed by the desire to slit her throat with his nails, taste her blood as he made sure she wouldn’t be able to heal. The word “behave” echoed in his head and he only clenched his teeth.
It was starting to feel heavier, the atmosphere, the suffocating scents. He followed with a heavy step behind Sasha. He didn’t want to see anything more. He wanted to leave. His heartbeat was uncomfortably slow as he watched the chained woman fight off those who attempted to approach her. He could sense the strength in her. Perhaps she wasn’t an alpha but she would be a relatively strong beta. He felt his heartbeat grow heavier as he observed the fight with a blank expression. His breathing was shallow. He knew he was starting to show emotions, reactions that he knew Sasha was looking for. The last thing he wanted was to play into this game. It was obvious what they were trying to do - shake him up. But they didn’t touch him. It must mean Hunter hadn’t left him yet. Perhaps… he wouldn’t. He knew Hunter had become selfish for his body. Would he really let these things be done to him?
His thoughts were cut short as Sasha reached for his hair. He reacted on instinct, growling sharply, showing teeth, snapping at her hand in a vicious warning, eyes glowing.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” he said simply as he turned out of her reach.
Sasha withdrew quickly, the fear in her eyes and scent heavy before she made herself calm. An unleashed alpha, even one turned bitch, was still a threat. She was looking forward to seeing Spike beaten and broken down.
Heart still thudding rapidly, she closed the door as one of the men roared in pain, the chained woman still clearly dangerous, growling her threats as Sasha led Spike further away.
“We have special plans for you,” Sasha said, managing to keep most of the fear out of her voice, replacing it with the complete disgust she felt. “Your master is leaving you here for two days. We’ll see how long you keep up that defiance.”
She gave him an almost crazed glare, before smiling sweetly, leading him back down the hall, towards the front of the mansion. Catching sight of a dazed seeming man shuffling between the guests with a tray of appetizers, the maid’s uniform he wore barely long enough to cover his ass, she grinned, brightening. Turning to Spike, she clasped her hands together.
“Oh, where are my manners? You have not been offered a drink, have you?” Turning to the wolf in the maid’s outfit, she clapped her hands, getting his attention. “Fifi! Bring the wine to the lounge. I want you to serve our… latest guest.”
She gave Spike a mild grin, eyes cold. Motioning him along, she led him through the throng of people, more eyes watching as they passed. A hand reached out to squeeze Spike’s ass hard as people brushed past them, drunken revelers laughing and nearly stumbling into them. Laughing off the display, Sasha ushered Spike into the lounge; an opulent room with wood paneling and leather couches and chairs, a pool table to one side, and the smell of expensive brandy and cigars opened before him. A well dressed man looked up from where he was sitting on an overstuffed couch. His eyes lingered on Spike, looking him up and down, smiling in open hunger. He rose from the couch as Sasha greeted him, kissing the air near one another’s cheeks.
“Oh, Phillip! I did hope you’d be in here!” Sasha squealed joyously. “Congratulations on your lottery win. I’m so looking forward to how you’ll decide to take your prize. You do have first claim!” Stepping back a little, she looked at Spike. “Fifi is bringing wine. I know how much you love his little show.”
As if on cue, the young wolf in the maid’s outfit came in with a bottle of wine as Sasha took glasses from an expensive looking cabinet. Fifi, as he was called, waited silently, eyes on the floor, until Sasha snapped her fingers.
The maid sank down slowly onto his hands and knees, the short skirt riding up to show he wore nothing beneath. He reached behind himself to slide the bottom of the wine bottle between his asscheeks, whimpering and moaning as he managed to work the bottle into himself.
Drooling, trembling a little, his cheeks flushed, Fifi crawled towards Sasha as she sat down on the couch, Phillip beside her, his ass to Spike, showing only the neck and spout of the wine bottle sticking out of him. Sasha pulled out a wine opener as Fifi turned his ass to her, screwing it down into the cork and pulling, slapping Fifi’s ass as the bottle threatened to slip free. He gasped and moaned, tightening his grip on the bottle until the cork was pulled out, his chest on the floor as he shuddered, precum dribbling from his hardening cock. As he rose back up onto his hands and knees, Sasha held her glass within his reach. With a shiver, Fifi tilted his ass down, gasping as the bottle shifted inside him, pouring her a glass of wine.
Sasha looked up as Fifi finished pouring her wine, shuffling slowly to the side to fill Phillip’s as well. “Would you like some wine? He’s learned not to spill.”
Spike was pleased with her reaction, with the scent of fear he smelled on her. He didn’t let it show as he was still too aware of where they were standing. Everything so far had been putting him on edge, the feeling only growing the further into this twisted tour they went.
His heart stopped beating for a second as he heard it - leaving him for two days? It was already decided. He could be left here with these bastards...
Did they truly think they could do what they wanted with him? That he wouldn't fuckin kill them if they tried?...
He followed, happy to be away from what he had just seen. As she led him through the halls the crowd grew thicker. An unpleasant feeling washed over him as he saw a man dressed in a revealing main uniform, serving the guests. Why did he have the feeling this was not simply a man doing a job. There was some sweet and irritating scent on him, Spike could only describe as madness. His heart sank even more at the sight of the woman smiling brightly.
A drink? These people hadn't earned his respect to be allowed to drink with him. He would have flat-out refused but he was not given the chance, the woman already making the arrangements.
Fifi... That couldn't be this man's name. A stupid show dog name... It was disgusting. He didn't want himself to imagine being forced to do anything like that... He would never.
He walked after her, disgusted by the crowd, wanting to get out of it, as people walked too close, watching him. Again he felt a hand on his ass but this time it squeezed hard, Spike could feel the flesh throbbing from the force. He flinched away but it was already done, leaving him only to growl in the direction of the perpetrator. He would have torn his fucking arm off if Hunter's voice was not pounding into his head. To behave. His hands shook with the exert to control himself as people laughed around him and at him.
The room he was led into looked too big to be occupied by just one man. A man whose scent made a chill ran up Spike's back. Philip smelled of hunger while he looked Spike over. Spike felt the sudden urge to beat him to a pulp.
Lottery? First claim? Were they talking about selling people? Spike didn't like it one bit as his stomach clenched. He felt something approaching, even before the server wolf stepped into the room. He watched him as he silently stared at the floor, Spike almost getting startled as the woman suddenly snapped her fingers. The bad feeling in his stomach only grew stronger as he watched the man sink to the floor and then with growing horror watched as he worked the bottle into his ass. He felt sick... He watched the man crawl, getting a good look of the bottle neck sticking out of his ass. It fit... How did it fit? Gods... He didn’t even want to know. His heart was betraying him, pumping faster at the grotesque display he was seeing while Sasha uncorked the bottle.
What the fuck was this? It was a horror that was unfolding in front of him - the man they called Fifi was getting hard as he went on to pour wine into the waiting glasses.
The color had drained out of Spike's face as he was offered a drink.
"No." he flatly refused. This was madness. These people were insane...
Sasha scoffed as Spike refused the wine. She propped one foot up on Fifi’s back, the maid’s arms trembling as he struggled to hold himself up. As Phillip thrust the cork back into the bottle, Fifi whimpered and whined, crying out as Phillip twisted the bottle slowly, then worked it back and forth. Sasha watched with faint amusement, chuckling as the faster the bottle was fucked inside the server, the more he whined and moaned, arching his back, then crying out as it was suddenly pulled from his ass.
“I find wine served from Fifi to be slightly warmed.” Phillip said, looking at Spike as he set aside the lube slick bottle, wiping off his hands in his handkerchief. “Really opens the bouquet.”
Sasha smiled at Phillip, clearly seeing him as a dear friend. She looked back to Spike, hate in her gaze, but heavily colored with amusement and a dark madness. “Phillip here won the lottery for who gets to fuck you first during your stay. There was an impressive turnout. The money paid will go to help families and packs whose lives were ruined by you, and dogs like you. Like this slut here.” She shoved her foot against Fifi, toppling him over onto his side. “Should we continue the entertainment?” She asked, looking at Phillip.
Phillip grinned, stroking her arm affectionately. “Of course, dear.”
Sasha rose, kicking the server wolf until he squirmed out of the way, panting and staring at the fancy rug beneath him. Gliding across the room, Sasha picked up a phone set in the wall; as she spoke into it, her voice resonated over speakers set in the various rooms in the house, her voice echoing as she spoke.
“Fifi’s game show is about to begin. Those invited tonight, please come to the lounge. Feel free to bring any items you’d like for Fifi’s amazing disappearing act!”
Finishing her announcement, Sasha sat back down, waving for Spike to come closer. “It’s really quite amusing! He’s hardly fit for the pleasure rooms, but he’s still useful in his way, have a seat, won’t you? Or stand.”
Several people walked into the room, some clearly well paid staff by the lucid look in their eyes. One such butler looking fellow had a large wolf on the end of a chain, the beast stinking of need and rut. The wolf looking angry, with keen werewolf intelligence in his eyes, looking down as Sasha glared at it, breathing with some difficulty around the tight collar he wore. Guests came in as well, some clearly inebriated, carrying various items: apples, votive candle holders from the dinner tables, even silverware. One person had brought a mesh sack holding several fist sized rubber balls.
Sasha clapped her hands in delight. She looked at Spike. “Do keep watching. It’s sure to be to your liking, seeing someone so weak used for another’s pleasure.”
As she spoke, the butler with the werewolf on the chain led him to Fifi. The maid gasped and moaned as he was prodded, getting up onto his hands and knees as the wolf reluctantly mounted him, growling softly as his rut clouded his eyes with need. Fifi moaned as the wolf thrust, fingers digging into the rug. He whined and sobbed, struggling beneath the werewolf’s weight, nearly falling as the thrusts turned almost savage. Helplessly, he looked up, seeming to take notice of Spike, his eyes glazed, as if he’d been drugged.
Spike was too disturbed by what he was seeing to be able to remember to look impassive. He swallowed hard as he looked at the man on the floor, no longer a man at all. A whimpering mess of a toy as his body was being abused for fun. Even Spike, who had done horrendous things during the war, found it hard to watch as Phillip fucked the bottle inside Fifi. Sasha’s casual amusement made his skin crawl. At the end he looked away, a chill stuck on his back, making him break out in a cold sweat as he heard the moaning and whining, the crying in pleasure and pain as the two wolves enjoyed the show.
Spike felt detached from all this. It almost didn’t seem real to him, only brought back to reality from the heavy scent or arousal, blood and wine. A chill ran through him as Sasha told him what that damn lottery they were talking about was. He was the one who was being sold… His eyes darted at Philip. Fear little by little made its way into him, he was finding it hard to hold onto his anger. Only a fierce instinct to protect himself stayed with him. He showed his teeth at the smiling man, eyes aglow. Spike was going to rip him apart if he dared to come close. He didn’t care anymore…
The chill gripped at him as he watched the woman kick Fifi who toppled over, then kicking him some more to get out of the way. This wolf on the floor was a man like him? A man like Spike? That's what Sasha said but… he couldn’t see it. The crawling mess in front of him couldn’t have been anyone strong and powerful...
Spike already knew these people treated abuse as a show but the way they had organized it - it was really just an amusing show for them. He stood frozen in his place even when Sasha tried to get him to come closer. He didn’t have any will left to play along with this anymore. He just wanted to leave this place… but what the woman had said before echoed in his head. Two days. He was going to be left here for two days… had Hunter already left him? He couldn’t see him anywhere, couldn’t find his scent among all the others that were suffocating him...
The hair on the back of his neck stood up as people started to enter the room, his heart pounding with horror as he saw the chained werewolf. He was completely transformed and obviously in his rut yet still submissive to the woman who glared at him. What had they done to all these wolves… to have them play along at their twisted whims? Why wasn’t the wolf transforming back into a human? He didn’t know many who enjoyed fucking humans in wolf form… From the corner of his eye he saw the guests carrying various objects which would no doubt be shoved up into Fifi later on. Cold sweat broke over his neck as Sasha clapped and smiled in delight prompting him to watch.
Spike didn’t want to watch as the werewolf mounted the man in the maid outfit, entering him quick and easy as Fifi moaned, whined and sobbed. The maid struggled under the weight and force as Spike wanted to turn his head away but was too shocked to do so. He merely watched because his eyes refused to blink. As Fifi looked up at him with dazed eyes suddenly Spike was left frozen, his heart stopping as he stared in horrified disbelief. He… knew that face. He knew it…
“...James ?” he muttered breathlessly in horror. He hadn’t even been able to recognize him before…
James had not been a close friend of his. Spike only knew him in passing. A wolf from another pack like his own. There wasn’t anything bad he could say about the man - he had been strong and thickheaded, loyal to a fault to his pack. He had also been fun company for an occasional drink...
Spike shook in terror as he saw the man he once knew getting rutted in front of him. Seeing him hard and leaking, his bones audibly creaking under the weight of the wolf on top of him. Fear finally gripped at his heart completely as he saw those cloudy eyes regain a lucid shine to them. James stared at him seemingly in recognition. Spike felt like he was going to throw up… he felt sick to his stomach...
For a few breaths, the broken thing that had once been James felt his world shift, seeing Spike, a strong man he recognized. Shame and fear and helplessness filled him as he continued getting fucked, the wolf’s cock easily sliding around in his stretched loose hole, barely finding any purchase. He whimpered as pleasure bloomed through him, fighting against the effects of the aphrodisiac he’d been given, against the pain and rage and fear the family had put him through, until he’d finally broken. Was Spike here to help? Spike looked horrified at what was happening, but no...there was no way Spike would help someone made into some weakling, some toy.
Still, he forced his eyes to look back up, pleading, unable to speak from the way his body was reacting, both conditioned and due to the drug he’d been given.
The wolf’s knot swelled, James shrieking in pleasure as it shoved deep, making him tumble forward onto his chest and face. He came, ejaculating across the expensive rug and his outfit, drooling and letting himself go limp, save for his ass in the air. Laughter and enjoyment thundered around him, some of the partiers even applauding, and he knew he’d done a good job. When next he looked up at Spike, the recognition was gone, replaced with dazed acceptance, and the hope to be patted on the head, rather than punched in the face.
Sasha laughed, rocking back in her seat as the amusement completely took her over. She had only wanted to show Spike what happened to those toys that broke. She hadn’t realized Spike would actually know Fifi! Phillip got up from the couch as she was laughing so hard she was in danger of ruining her makeup. He crossed the room, stepping around the knotted wolf, who was having difficulty keeping his knot anchored in the maid, looking at the scene briefly, as if it was boring to see the same show. Phillip lightly touched Spike’s arm, smelling the fear on him, before looking back towards the rutted plaything on the floor.
“They break so very easy,” Phillip said, his voice calm, as if they were discussing the weather, or what to buy at a store. “That’s what your master is going to help rectify, Sasha assures me. Of course… he’s left by now. Taking a break from you.”
Sasha looked up, hearing the conversation, before grinning hugely and getting up. “It’s true.” She said, false sympathy in her voice. “He needs a helping hand with such a wild and disobedient bitch. And we were so looking forward to this, to pay you back for what you did to my son.” Her voice took on an edge, madness flaring in her eyes. She turned, snarling, back to Fifi and the rutting wolf. “Get that beast out of here!” Her voice softened slightly. “It’s time for Fifi’s disappearing act.”
The butler looked up, eyes slightly startled, then pulled on the chain attached to the wolf’s collar. The wolf snarled, thrusting deeply again, making the man beneath him shriek and moan. Sasha gave a loud huff, clearly inconvenienced by all this, stomping to the butler to pull a small remote from his pocket, hitting some of the buttons. The wolf suddenly tensed up, eyes wide, howling and snarling in pain, thrashing. Fifi sobbed out helplessly as the wolf’s cock stirred around inside him as the wolf spasmed and jolted, shrieking as the wolf tumbled off him, the hard, swollen cock jerked free.
Sasha watched with cold eyes as the server wolf whimpered and whined, come leaking from his ass. She glared at the butler who managed to lead the wolf away, the wolf glancing at Spike as they squeezed past. Phillip chuckled, eyes on Spike, loving the smell of his fear and disgust, sliding his hand up the bitch’s back.
“They’ll have to beat some of the fight out of you first,” Phillip said softly, turning his gaze to the ruined toy on the floor, watching with disinterest as guests lined up, each taking turns pushing objects into the maid’s flaccid ass. “And then I plan to take my time. So many of us played that lottery, vying for first claim.”
“At least twenty!” Sasha giggled, coming up on Spike’s other side. “We were thinking we could broadcast it! A pleasant show for everyone. And of course...” She pulled her hand from behind her back, holding a collar similar to the one the wolf had been wearing; it was black leather, electrical diodes set along the inside of the collar. The word RAPIST was embossed along the outer side. “Made special for you. I was so disappointed when Hunter took you as payment. We’ve been looking forward to this for so, so long.”
Spike couldn't break free from those eyes - a glimpse into the past that was smeared and broken by the helpless despair that seemed to scream at him... Scream for help without saying a word. Spike felt completely shaken, staring feeling emotions that he knew he shouldn't show to the wolves waiting to tear at his throat.
He heard laughter. Almost hysterical, or perhaps his mind was too disturbed to perceive it right.
"The bitches know each other." then more laughter.
"Can't wait to see his show. " an amused discussion under the disgusting sound of wet squelching.
Spike's hands trembled as James looked at him with a desperate plea. Spike didn't know what to do. He had never been close to James but this... Who could do this to another person?
Cold sweat was running down his back as James came on the rug as the wolf pounded into him. The laughter and applause seemed surreal... This had to be some kind of nightmare. Sasha was bawling in laughter on the couch.
He could register the man that supposedly had claim to fuck him stand up and walk through the room, towards him. Spike's teeth were clenched, his breath coming out in huffs. Entirely on edge but frozen in place, he flinched from the unexpected touch on his arm. With a growl he took a step back.
What was this bastard talking about? He swallowed hard, feeling his heart sink at the revelation. Hunter had left... That fucking bastard. He left him with these maniacs... It couldn't be. What about all the shit he always told him? That Spike was his? He almost felt like he was going to cry as Sasha confirmed it. But instead of a whine, a savage growl escaped him, eyes glowing, teeth and nails sharp. A defensive posture of a cornered predator. He didn’t care about anything anymore. It was all about survival. He was never going to submit and when he got out of here he was going to rip Hunter's throat out.
The wolf was pulled forcefully away from James who was a crumpled mess on the floor, screaming in pain and moaning in a daze. Spike saw the wolf trash and howl in pain as Sasha pointed a remote toward him. A collar... A fuckin god collar. The crazy bastards were treating their own kind as animals, nothing but toys... He felt sick as he saw the guests push random objects into the man who had been formally known as James, laughing at the way his stomach bulged, joking how easily the bitch had become pregnant with the wolf's cub.
Spike returned his attention to Phillip. The man only knew how to talk but if he came closer Spike had already made up his mind to attack. He was surrounded by enemies. Any one of them wanted to take a piece of him... at least twenty. To be fucked and broken. Fear and despair gripped at him. There was no way he could fight off so many.
He took a step back from Sasha - the insane woman was grinning while she came closer. She proudly showcased the collar they planned to put on him. They were all looking at him with hungry anticipation, he stepped back again, his breathing erratic. Even if he couldn't fight them all off he was going to take as many as he could down. If nothing else he was going to soak this place with their blood.
At last Sasha was able to see the glorious look of fear on her son’s rapist’s face. This man had used her precious boy, her son had been in his teens, once so full of life, but now a wreck. At least, that was how she remembered him, as he, and his twin brother, had left home shortly after her… hobby had grown into what it was today. Shows for others, capturing these monsters from the war and seeing them brutalized like they had brutalized others.
Rage built inside her as Spike growled, daring to threaten her in her own home. If he attacked, she was within her rights to keep him and punish him, regardless of any claim on him. She glanced away briefly as another of the servants helped Fifi into his special underwear, a heavy leather girdle with a butt plug set in the base. The bitch whined as he was further filled, the underwear fastened in place, rising to his feet unsteadily, eyes down as people fondled his swollen stomach and limp dick. She only needed to push Spike a little further and he would snap. She wanted him broken, and with the impressive healing she’d seen, it would be a wonderful time for everyone.
Giving Spike a devious smile, she lifted the collar, stepping closer. “Time to get you dressed up.” She giggled, unable to contain her excitement at finally having him at her mercy. “We have a special room, just for you. Come on, now. No one is coming for you. And there are so, so many people looking forward to fucking you.”
“Me first, of course,” Phillip replied, voice serene, his eyes skimming over Spike’s body. “Sasha, do be a dear and be sure to get him ready. I do hate having to beat my bitches into submission.”
Throwing her head back on a laugh, Sasha moved forward, gasping as she watched Spike’s control break, his tensed muscles sending him forward. Yes. Yes! Finally she could pay him back for hurting her boy, and for her boy leaving, looking at her with such disgust and anger, as if he didn’t even recognize his own mother anymore.
A large arm reached through the crowd, catching Spike around the waist, and dragging him back. Hunter growled a low warning as he tugged Spike against his chest, eyes on Sasha as he pressed his cheek against Spike’s. “Don’t.” He growled low and soft against Spike’s ear.
His eyes roved over the scene before him as he held Spike against him, arms tense, his muscles bulging. It was disgusting, the depravity of these people. Had he known... He’d only assumed they would torture their captives, teach them a lesson, before killing them. This... what they were doing, was madness.
Spike felt his stomach turn again and again as he looked at these fucking monsters. He couldn't look at James... He couldn't look at what they've done to him, what they were doing to him. After they were done stuffing him full, they plugged him up, made him stand up, his stomach bulging... If he could he would kill him - a release from this hell. That was the only thing he could do for him.
He growled but fear squeezed at his throat. The woman approaching him was insane, he could see it in her eyes, he could smell it on her. Or perhaps this was the only explanation that made sense.
Spike's breathing was rapid and shallow, his heart fluttering wildly. There was no way out even if he killed a few... They would catch him and do whatever they wanted with him. Spike would rather die.
His eyes moved toward Phillip. He would tear his throat, second on his list after the crazy bitch Sasha. Then he would kill James - he didn’t deserve to suffer like this. Nobody did. Even someone as twisted as himself knew it went beyond every line.
He felt fear, shock, disgust and anger. Agitation and fright didn't mix well. Something snapped in his mind and he lunged forward.
Kill. Blood. Maim. He wanted to soak this mansion with blood...
But suddenly he was pulled back. A large arm around him. He shook from the surprise of being caught so easily, despair gripping at him... Then the familiar scent wrapped around him as he was pulled close, his back completely pressed against Hunter's chest. His body was still shaking and his growl turned into a pained, broken bark. Spike closed his eyes as Hunter pressed his cheek against his. He wanted to cry.
The bastard... He didn’t leave?
He exhaled a choked breath as his hands gripped into his clothes, his body unable to stop shaking from the adrenaline still pumping inside him, and something else that hurt deep in his chest that also turned his stomach upside down.
"Crazy bitch!" he spat at Sasha, his teeth sharp, his eyes aglow and filled with another kind of madness. The wolf inside him thirsted for blood.
Sasha’s eyes widened as she saw the bounty hunter, shock on her face fading into disappointment, then that fake, sweet smile. “Hunter! You just missed the show!”
She lowered the collar, her heart rate rising as Hunter’s eyes tracked every movement, the wolf in him simmering at the surface. She looked towards Phillip for some support, but he had stepped far back, clearly recognizing a predator when he saw one. Keeping the smile on her face, her jaw so tight the expression looked unnatural, she flicked her eyes towards her mate who was standing behind Hunter, having clearly followed the man. Pouting, keeping up the act of the good host, Sasha lightly patted the electric collar against her thigh.
“I was sure you would have left by now, but I’m glad you’re still here.” She pointed at Spike with her free hand. “Your bitch has been nothing but rude and insulting. You must have heard what he just called me?!”
Hunter’s grip on Spike tightened, though one hand stroked up Spike’s back, ending at the back of his neck to rub slowly at the bonding mark, fingers sliding up into the wolf’s hair. “I think we all heard what he said.” Hunter’s voice was emotionless, though rumbled in his throat, his canines sharp. He looked around the room, eyes watching the wolf in the maid’s outfit, before looking back to Sasha.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Sasha asked, a couple voices joining hers, murmured behind her.
Breathing in deeply, Hunter slid his hand down to wrap over Spike’s chest, hand squeezing his shoulder in a strangely affectionate manner, less warning than an attempt to comfort. “Spike,” he said, keeping his lips near Spike’s ear. “Tell me what happened.”
“You’re going to listen to a bitch’s word over mine? After he just insulted me in my own home?” Sasha practically shrieked. “I paid you to find him! To bring him in for punishment. Then you decide to take the rest of the payment in his life, and to what? Keep him like a wife?!”
Sasha’s husband growled softly. “Sasha, calm yourself. We have guests.”
“Shut up, David!” She did scream, the guests tittering around her in amusement. “Shut up, all of you! None of you have done anything to stop these people! I demand compensation for him insulting me! I will not be made a fool of by some bounty hunter’s whore!”
Spike breathed hard, deep breaths through clenched teeth. His body was still shivering, though he would never admit it, Hunter's presence calmed him - the touch, the scent. He was bigger and stronger than himself, had bested him in combat, raw strength, speed and even endurance multiple times. Somewhere deep inside Spike had accepted him as his alpha. It was natural. The rules of wolves were deep-rooted inside him even if he denied them.
He huffed, stifling his growl at the crazy bitch who kept insulting him. He only did it because Hunter's grip around him became tighter, at first thinking it's a warning but when he felt the hand stroking his back and neck that he was trying to calm him. Spike got pissed off because it actually worked. The impending doom he felt was lifting, leaving the fear, disgust and agitation bare. When Hunter wrapped his arm around his chest almost tenderly it made him choke... He had really thought he left...
Spike answered simply in whispering growl, only for Hunter's ears. His eyes darted between Sasha and Phillip, as well as the guests. He wanted to kill them all... But his anger was fading away, replaced with how shaken he was. How afraid he had been, disgusted and shocked. He could still see James behind them all. He felt like crying when he looked at him, so broken and abused. Treated worse than an animal. That could have easily been him...
Touching Spike. That had not been agreed upon yet, as he had thought, upon coming to the home, that guidelines of what the family could, and could not do, would be discussed. Hunter rubbed his thumb over Spike’s shoulder, half tempted to allow his bitch to attack Sasha, to join him in the hunt. That, however, would be a clear provocation, and despite their skills, with so many against them, even if not all the guests helped fight back, they would be outnumbered.
He growled low, hugging Spike against him, watching as Sasha continued to rage, making herself out to be the victim. From what he had seen, the cells in the basement where captives were kept, as well as the rooms aboveground where guests were encouraged to attack and assault them, he had felt a growing sense of disgust and unease. He had hunted through the war, had killed and eaten werewolves, but even this was beyond him, this extended torture.
“To appease her vanity,” Hunter rumbled softly near Spike’s ear, “I must allow her the right to hit you. Once. You insulted her in front of too many witnesses in her own territory.”
Lifting his head proudly, as much an alpha, if not more than Sasha and her husband, Hunter breathed in deep to calm himself. To have touched his bitch without permission was an insult, but he doubted anyone would admit to it, and he was not about to search Spike for proof in front of so many, not with the softly whimpering man in the maid’s outfit still being fondled by one of the partiers.
“As he insulted you, you may slap him, once. It is your right. However, do not touch him again.” Hunter growled, holding Sasha’s gaze.
At the challenge in the bounty hunter’s eyes, Sasha bristled. She was not going to fight someone like Hunter, however, not at a party, and not in her best dress. The man was large, imposing. Instead, she put all her anger into her hand, backhanding the bitch across his face, screaming in rage as she did. Breathing heavily, Sasha stepped back, glaring at Spike, then burst into maniacal laughter, hand at her chest.
“Oh, is he going to cry?” She asked, laughing. “This criminal, this vile rapist! Is he going to cry?”
Hunter growled low at her, turning around, guiding Spike along with him, keeping an arm securely wrapped around the man’s waist. “Do not rise to the insults.” He muttered softly. “She is trying to provoke you into action.”
Spike huffed, pushing his emotions deep down. It was not the time or place - to show weakness would be stupid, especially with enemies like these. Crazy and so many in number. As Hunter pulled him close Spike felt his shivering lessen, the cold sweat that had his whole back wet before, now had stopped.
Hunter spoke to him, told him what needed to be done. One hit was nothing compared to anything he had gone through before. It was a cheap price to pay for telling that bitch off… and he wanted to leave. He really wanted to leave this hellhole. Despite Hunter being close, trusting that he would not get killed with him here, everything he had seen so far gripped at his heart. Being alone among them, he had been convinced he would have to endure this family’s insanity… And guests, some still looking at him, some smirking at his expressions.
The slap that came was shockingly fast even when he knew it was coming. The strength behind it was no joke. It threw his head to the side, he felt his jaw and cheekbone ache, the smell of his own blood - her nails had scratched him. He growled at the sudden pain that made his eyes sting. He blinked, clearing the mist away as Sasha laughed at him. Her words were crude and obviously a provocation, but he was too on edge and too aggravated to be able to easily let it slide. His eyes glowed, but he was pulled away by Hunter. He breathed heavily, his body still trembling but controlling himself because Hunter told him so.
“I behaved…” Spike spoke quietly, insistent, almost pleading. It didn't seem like he did with how things had ended. But he really did what he was told, he really did... He didn’t want Hunter angry at him too…
Hunter kept himself slightly behind Spike as he ushered the bitch out. His bitch. Who had been touched against his will and without permission. The desire for retaliation made Hunter’s skin itch, his eyes glowing with barely contained rage at what he’d seen, and what the family had expected him to do.
“I know.” Hunter murmured, his voice practically a growl, glaring at other guests who parted around them, giving him a wide berth as he seemed likely to attack. Several growled in response, but made no move, looking more confused than aggressive. “Had you not behaved, I doubt Sasha would be breathing.”
Hearing footsteps behind him, he snarled a warning, nearly lifting Spike off his feet as he spun around, still holding his bitch close, too enraged to let him go. David. The damned husband with his lies about proper bitch training. David lowered his head, though his eyes were still holding Hunter’s gaze, his hands held out slowly, placatingly.
“You said you had pointers on how to properly train these criminals,” David said, the edge of a growl in his voice. “If you won’t take me up on my job offer, can you give me some information on how you got this bitch of yours to comply? Even if he is… clearly in need of more training.”
Hunter bared his teeth slightly, turning it into a smile. “Easy. Take off the chains.”
He managed not to laugh at the look of shock and confusion, taking Spike with him as he headed outside. He didn’t stop until they were at his truck. He made sure Spike was seated inside the vehicle before getting in on the driver’s side, growling low as he gripped the wheel tightly.
“I want you to take a bath.” He said. “To get the stench of that place off of you. The touch of that woman’s hands...” Breathing in deeply, Hunter looked at Spike, reaching over slowly to turn Spike’s face to him, looking at the bruising, needing to see where Spike was bleeding from. “Who touched you?”
Spike simply walked along, keeping Hunter’s pace. He didn’t like the idea of being protected but at the same time he was thankful to be dragged out of this place, not having the hungry crowd surround him - alone in enemy territory, grossly outnumbered. There was just no way… no way to get out. He breathed more easily knowing that Hunter believed him but he was still too shaken by the whole experience to be able to calm down.
His heart beat fast, his senses on edge, ready to pounce at the smallest sign of an attack. The hair at the back of his neck was standing on end as Hunter swung him around. The alpha of this sorry bunch - David. He wanted to rip off his head. Spike’s stomach turned at his question. So this was the job offer - training wolves to be submissive. Wolves like himself.. His breathing was shallow thinking about all of the people who have probably fallen into these crazy bastards’ hands. Had there been others he knew? What had happened to them?... how far they had broken them before disposing of them? Did they even dispose of them?
At that line of thought he couldn’t help but shiver.
They were out of the mansion fast after that, Hunter making sure they were in the car before speaking to him. He was surprised to see him so angry… letting him turn his face as he closed his eyes with a shaky breath. He swallowed hard before speaking.
“She tried.” he said as he opened his eyes, looking blankly at that lavish mansion. He didn’t want to say anything. Didn’t want to admit or complain about things that almost happened or could be brushed off easily. What kind of a man would he be then?... But Hunter asked and he had to answer. He would know if he lied or withheld information. “A man. Phillip.” he sighed, closing his eyes. “The others I couldn’t see in the crowd…”
A deep, rumbling growl started in Hunter’s chest, rolling up his throat as he snarled. They had touched his bitch. Looking Spike over, as if he could see where the man had been touched, Hunter shook his head. He put the truck into drive, thoroughly done with this place, knowing he may have to depend on his other employers for business after creating a scene at Sasha’s party. It was just as well; he had no desire to see that insane woman ever again.