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X- Kidnapped by wolf people
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Diary From The Wolves' Keep
Prologue
Since before anyone can remember, the castle has stood there,
upon the crags over my old village. Inside were the wolves, the lords
of the lands we toiled upon by day and slept within by night in our
homes. The Duke of the lands was a beautiful red wolf, and his wife,
the duchess, was purest white, like driven snow. But unlike other
wolves of other lands of which I have heard, these wolves walked
upright like men, and lived as such, too. And, it was darkly hinted in
tales told in fear, were subject to the wildest vices as such ere
befall man himself.
For since before anyone can remember, also, our people have
disappeared in the night, spirited away to never be seen again. And it
was thought that it was to the castle upon the crags that they were
taken, but what the wolves might do with them once enclosed within
those walls was always a mystery to us. Once many years ago, some
brave souls tried to unravel the mystery, and scaled the walls
enclosing the castle by night. But the next day at dawn, they were all
found outside the great iron gate of the walls, their bodies impaled
upon stakes and their voices begging for death to come. Since then, no
one has dared to peel back the veil of mystery behind the walls and
behind the iron gate of the Wolves' Keep.
But they knew, and they guarded their mystery well. On certain
nights, at the dark of the moon, always the same thing happened. The
hooves of the horses could be heard from afar as they came down from
the castle. No one dared stop them, for to do so was certain death.
And always, the next day, the fairest maidens, the handsomest young
men, were found to have vanished after the sounds of a mysterious
struggle in the dark of that night.
I recall the night that they came. It was the dark of the moon
that evening, and all the gossip about the village was the hushed and
fearful talk of who would be the next to disappear behind the great
iron gate. At the zenith of the darkness, the hooves could be heard,
gathering up on high at the walls, then charging down the road to the
castle to take their human tribute. I was afraid, for I was a
beautiful man then, and I still am. I cowered beneath a blanket in the
fear that suddenly, the lupine form would appear in my hutch's doorway
like a shadow from the depths to drag me away from my friends and
loved ones here in the village.
And as the saying goes, that which I feared came for me! My
door was all but ripped from its frame as two huge wolves, dressed in
chain mail, entered the hutch and flung me from my cot to the floor. I
scarcely had time to even realize what was happening when furred hands
gripped me tightly as another hand clasped a cloth to my mouth and
nose. I smelled a strange, sickly smell, and the room spun and grew
black...
I awoke in the straw of a stone room which I reasoned must be
somewhere in the Wolves' Keep. My head pounded from whatever had been
used to render me unconscious. In the torchlight, I looked about. The
room was clean and dry, the only thing within being a chamber-pot and
the pile of straw upon which I lay. I still was wearing my clothes
that had been on me when I was taken: a pair of rough trousers and my
leather jerkin. Suddenly, a key clattered in the lock of my cell and
two female wolves appeared, bearing a tray of food and some clothing
for me. I was, of course, apprehensive. The tales of this place told
of horrible poisons that caused the mind to slowly melt that would be
administered for the mere amusement of this castle's inhabitants. They
told of the horrors that the wolves practiced within these enclosing
walls, hidden from the eyes of the humans below in the vale. I was
terrified, but the eyes of these attendants showed no sign that I was
to be mistreated. Instead, they seemed quite tittilated at me, and,
after placing the food and clothing beside me, one of them reached out
and caressed my chest with her fur-covered hand. The sensation almost
hypnotized me at the first touch, for I had never felt anything so
sensual, so wonderful in the village below.
"The Duchess shall want you, man. Your muscles will appeal to
her...she likes a man who can master her." I began to think about
this. Perhaps the stories had been wrong...
"Eat now, and get your strength, man. Then put on the livery
that has been brought for you and rap for the guard. Your time will be
then, for then it will be the Duchess's time for dalliance." The
twosome left, and the door closed and locked behind. They had left me
very rich food indeed; great chunks of venison were piled upon the
platter they had brought me, along with delicate vegetables the likes
of which I had not seen in my life. I ate hungrily, then licked the
platter clean of the grease from the meat.
Then I picked up the bundle of clothing, and unwrapped it.
Inside a fine red robe was a loincloth of soft, white hide, with a
clasp on it of a wolf's head carved on a black onyx stone that fit
into a ring of what seemed to be pure gold. I undressed, quick to try
on this luxurious, if revealing, garment. Swiftly, I stood naked, save
for the loincloth which tightly gripped my crotch. I then enfolded
myself in the red robe, but not before looking at the scene
embroidered upon the back...
There, on the rich velvet, was a scene in the finest
embroidery of two wolves, indeed most likely of the Duke and Duchess.
The Duke had kneeling before him a woman clad in the same sort of
loincloth, but much less covering than my own. Her face was in a state
of bliss, and I could see (for this embroidery was so fine as to
permit this detailing) that she had taken his cock into her mouth, and
was sucking him. His expression was one of bliss, as was the Duchess
facing him, for she was being suckled in her tenderest parts by a man
dressed in yet the same fashion and kneeling in the same manner. I
then realized that perhaps I was to unravel the secret of the Wolves'
Keep, but that I would never tell it, save for in this book, for it is
known that all humans who enter herein never pass back through the
iron gate again, neither dead nor alive. But I did not worry about
that then, I was on the way to a great learning...
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