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queenjunoking · 4 years ago

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Wolf Taming Chapter 28

CW: Noncon - Shock Collar - Pain - Petplay - Drugs - Kidnapping - Manipulation

Eos

That little bitch drugged her.

I wasn’t sure what she used so I couldn’t even bring her out of it. Who knew how long Callidora would be out of it. Then she just had to go the extra mile and break the collar. I wasn’t going to use it, I wanted it as a prize. I’d hang it on my wall. But whatever. I’d let her keep the only thing she had left that gave her any connections to her previous pet. She had the cage and pet bed and all those other things. But it was the collar that inspired that little sneak to snipe Callidora from under me. Just hours before I tried putting in my request that fuck up of a filly put in her own. Z had done little more than piss me off since the second I laid eyes on her.

I watched the countryside fly by as I was driven back home. A hour and a half drive back to the farm. I had tried to get Z a home closer by so I could keep a closer eye on her. But the stupid filly never did what she was supposed too.

I looked very extensively into her because she was fairly fascinating. A history of being a runaway, at one point vanishing for an entire year before she was found. She got into college on some scholarships, she was apparently smart but began to suffer from the stress.

The stupid jade should have been thankful for getting a purpose as lovely as being a filly in my stable. It’s not like she was doing anything but failing out of college. Callidora could have had a future. But Z? No family. No prospects. She had a single friend that she was actively isolating herself from. She was nothing short of the perfect target. If she vanished literally no one would ask about her.

I first saw the runt just walking down the street. I just watched her walk. Her gait was lovely. She would have made such a lovely show pony back then. So slender and sweet. She was so nervous back then. Demure. Mousey even. Her eyes were so bright. She was skittish about being touched, but she would melt if someone showed her even a little kindness. I could only assume that's why she latched onto that friend of hers.

At the time I was so sure that with a little guidance she would still be the same after her capture. With a little positive reinforcement I was sure she’d want to be a pony. She’d want to please me just to have my attention. I wanted to see what she looked like looking at me with blinders on and a bit gag in. I had already bought her outfit before the failed capture. A lovely red latex outfit that would show her off wonderfully. She seemed to have the perfect temperament for a show pony. You had to have someone who wanted to be a show pony. Hesitation or rebellion made them worthless. It had been years since I had a good one. A show pony was one of the most expensive slaves you could buy because of how rare it was to find the perfect person. Hundreds of thousands of dollars.

I should have just lured her myself, I’m sure if I had just asked her to come with me with some nice words she would have followed me. I was so sure she would have begged to have my lead on her, to be adorn with my emblem. I was never wrong. But I decided to do it by the book. There was no reason to believe that Z would react the way she did, it should have been the easiest job in the world. Grab her off the street. Keep her hidden away for a few hours until she could be picked up.

But the retrieval team somehow fucked up.

I desperately wanted to know what happened that night. Only Z and the retrieval team knew and the retrieval team wasn't in any shape to tell us. I told them to handle my show pony as gently as they could. But whatever happened snapped inside of my beautiful Callisto’s head and she turned into… whatever creature she was now. My lovely filly had gone feral and with it all of the adorable nervous charms that would have wowed the judges were replaced by paranoia. Her temperament as a show pony was shattered.

It’s good the capture team had fallen into comas. If they weren’t I’d have put them in one myself. Those idiots cost me a slave worth easily half a million dollars.

Part of me believed that it was still there somewhere though. Buried deep. I was never wrong, Z was just some twisted version of Callisto. Some annoying defense mechanism. I was sure that if someone just took away her choices and forced her into a submissive position at all her act would just crumble and she’d fall into line. It was so easy it was to get her to call me Mistress Eos before I left.

I had hoped to sweep the sting of her failed capture under the rug when she was ultimately brought in for the “visitor debriefing” after her failed capture. I was sure she would be given the usual choice of imprisonment, breaking or death. But they just had to offer her a membership. Not that she appreciated the honor. Not that she cared. She couldn’t even be bothered renaming herself. No she left it blank because she wanted to go somewhere else.

I thought getting her a job in the Auction House would keep her out of my sight. I went there a lot to sell my ponies, but I didn’t think I’d ever see her. She disliked open spaces. She had no money for housing yet. If I got her a room down there she’d spend all her time going between her room and her work and nowhere else until she had a breakdown over her work. That is until Briar stuck her nose where it didn’t belong.

Most of the people offered membership in the way she suffered a breakdown if they did breaker work. They didn’t have the mental fortitude for it. Then they could have their membership revoked. If you aren’t strong enough to be a member you’re a slave. Real members like myself didn’t need to worry about such things. Our memberships were safe. Memberships like Z’s could be seen as jokes sometimes. A temporary visitor’s pass into our grand world. But it would eventually be ripped up and you’d join the world in a different way.

But then they gave that nothing a goddamn epithet. One of the biggest honors you can receive! And what did she do to deserve it? Just inflicting fucked up punishments on her victims. So fucking clever. I worked for years to get mine and that urchin got one in months. I wonder if I would have gotten it faster if I just kept filling up ponies with ice water while I kept them sleep deprived for a week?

I had worked so hard to keep her isolated after that. Freaks like Rayne started taking an interest in her. That wouldn’t do. Z didn’t need someone like that around, it would make her problem worse. It would just reinforce that Z was who she was when that obviously wasn’t true. She didn’t really need anyone around. She didn’t really deserve it. Once she got a house it was so much easier to keep her under watch. No one ever came, few people ever talked to her. Just me and occasionally Satori.

We pulled into the farm. Wild Acres Pony Ranch. Started by my grandmother. Now it all belonged to me. I saw a group of stable hands standing around the vehicle that was carrying my precious Callidora. Jude parted from the group and came to my car and opened the door for me.

She was the only person on the farm aside from Mimi that I trusted to do anything. She was my first purchase I was allowed to make as a real member of the society. That night was quite the celebration. I was recognized as Mistress Eos and to celebrate I went to the loser’s auction. She was the last item up for auction. She was pulled up onto the stage in shame like all the others, disowned by her family for her failure. But, disowned or not, seeing your daughter owned by your direct competitor would probably sting. She was lovely enough. Nothing spectacular about her looks, but she was strong. Grey eyes. Black hair that she had cut short at the time. So eager to please me. I could only assume one thing, she had failed her test on purpose.

She found her purpose in life on my farm. A permanent metal collar around her neck with two equally permanent bracelets around her wrists. All with my emblem on them. My only slave that willing accepted my brand. Displayed proudly on her sternum.

“Good morning Mistress Eos. I’m glad to see you have returned. We’ve set up some options for your new slave based on some ideas you had. Is there anything you’d like us to do right now? We can prepare your new toy right away if you desire.” She held out her hand and helped me out of the car.

“She’s drugged and won’t be in a position to do anything for awhile.” I didn’t hide how pissed off I was. Who knows how long I’d have to wait to start enjoying myself.

Jude and I made our way to the van carrying Callidora. Jude stayed quite and fell into line, unlike some slaves she understood her place. I’m sure her gentle hand would be useful in teaching Callidora how she was expected to act.

There were so few ways to hurt Z. I honestly didn’t think she’d react much to physical violence, her reaction to what Callidora did to her in her backyard made that obvious. Z could handle physical pain. I felt you could tie her down and whip her and she’d have little reaction to it. She didn’t care if she got hurt. You can’t hurt someone who doesn’t care about themself.

No, there were only two ways I found that made her upset. You could dig deep and find some insecurity she was hiding and wack it. She became a petulant child when you did that. Obstinate and angry. It was fun watching her reach the edge of a meltdown just by mentioning Bridget. I couldn’t help but be curious what would happen when she reached the limits of what she was capable of handling emotionally. It probably wouldn’t be a hard limit to hit, just mentioning Bridget was enough to almost send her over the edge. Would she lash out? Break down and cry? Throw a tantrum? It was hard to tell what someone like her would do, she had no idea how to handle her emotions. Maybe she’d just shut down without a way of coping with those feelings. I just wanted to keep pushing those buttons to find out. Maybe a full on meltdown was what was needed to help me shift through the trash that was Z and find what remained of Callisto. But there would be time for that. I could push her buttons in other ways. Ways I ultimately thought would make her so much more upset than what my words could.

I opened the back of the van and looked inside at the slumbering Callidora. This was the second way. Taking something away from her. I’m not sure what Z saw in Callidora. She was strong, sure. She was quite pretty but not my particular definition of beautiful. Z had her choice of slaves and this is who she became enamored with.

“Chain her down and inform me of the very moment she wakes up. I’ll be introducing her to Wild Acres personally. She’s to remain untouched until I say so.”

Callidora was one of the few things she actually cared about. I could hear it in her voice when she talked about her before her capture. I could see how gently she treated her despite the danger.

I could see her heart breaking when I ripped Callidora away from her.

If I couldn’t punish Z for all of her misbehavior I’d punish the only thing she was capable of caring about. It was the only way she’d learn her place.

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