. Apostasy . A Luna's Struggle

Mature 16+ : references - torture of a pedophile, pornography viewing , violence against women

Balthazar Orion, the Monarch of the kingdom, sat coldly staring at the body of the wolf who had abused his mate and a dozen others for years. He had forced Beta Randolf to perform all the acts he had made the under-aged females do as part of his ‘special training’ on the few of his enforcers and warriors who were inclined toward males. They had been brutal with him, especially after hearing a dozen, as young as eight, describe what his training had entailed. Two of his enforcers knelt before the Monarch, they knew not to apologize for allowing the Beta to kill himself. They had been the ones who had tortured him the most, even raping him several times in the last month. Balthazar could not blame them for their ‘enjoyment’ of the Beta’s punishment, both had lost small children or siblings during the wars, so despite their murderous, remorseless natures, they showed no mercy to those who harmed children.

Orion knew he was partly to blame for what happened to the daughters and sons of Wheatland. Randolf and his father Sade shared too many of the same tastes, tastes that disgusted Balthazar. He should have killed Randolf when he killed his father, then his mate would not have suffered his touch for the last five years. He trembled in rage at her memories and loathed himself. He had lost control when he saw them, he was the only one she was allowed to do those things for, so he had forced her to do them even while she begged him to stop. He had hurt her, punished her for doing them with the Beta. His wolf was angry about the way he treated their mate but Orion didn’t care, he had punished her for allowing another to touch her, then had her lover punished.

“Monarch? Your punishment?” Henry, his Beta brought him back from his thoughts.

“No punishment, my father’s beta took the female’s way out, like the coward he was, rather than face his punishment for breaking the laws like a real wolf. His name will be struck from all records, have his body dragged through the fields until no flesh remains in it as a warning to any in my kingdom who would violate a child. Tell no one of those who vanished, or the rebellion, I do not want any more she-wolves getting the idea they can defy their fate.”

Henry and the two enforcers bowed deeply as the Monarch rose and turned to walk outside. He needed to run his wolf. Since his mate had vanished, he had known no rest, no pleasure. He could feel her far away, and when he glimpsed her mind, she was always watching hummingbirds against the deep green of a forest, or looking at a small carved figure of one, and always saying the same prayer to the Moon Goddess. She was such a simpleton, a silly foolish girl who admired the freedom of tiny birds. He hated her. At that thought, his wolf snapped at him hard and he almost winced. His wolf adored her and her love of beautiful simple things. His wolf was proud to have her as a mate. That even lying in bed with a broken body, she comforted the orphaned child she had escaped with, behaving as he thought a Luna should. Orion lashed back at his wolf, who merely growled. He and his wolf should be one, and now because of her, they were at war. When he found her, he would punish her for it.

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Another month passed and wherever she was, there was snow on the ground. He was going mad, without her. Her cries of terror filled his dreams and the sky turned into her winter blue eyes filled with tears. And each dawn brought the golden glow of her hair to meet his weary eyes. It was as if the world itself had joined in the torture of him. The only pleasure he got was with the few remaining Wheatland females, but none of their eyes were blue enough, none of their hair was the right shade of gold. He always forced them to face away from him as he imagined Anulla. It was the only pleasure he knew, imagining they were her as he beat and fu cked them. If they screamed, he ball-gagged them or forced his manhood down their throat until they were silent. His enjoyment was fleeting, because as soon as he was done with one, the empty ache returned. He had taken everything with her scent from her home and given much of it to trackers and spies, sending them to the Western and Southern packs. He knew she had to be in one of them. He also suspected his wolf knew where she was and wasn’t telling him, preferring to keep her safe from his skin. So he made his wolf watch as he punished her doppelgangers.

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As more time passed, some saw the Monarch’s mental decline and took it as an opportunity to challenge him. All failed. Even as he felt like his mind was breaking, Orion and his wolf were getting strong, bulking up in a way he never had before, if his wolf knew why, the temperamental beast wasn’t forthcoming. Orion brutally punished his challengers, leaving them alive long enough to watch him kill their sons and brothers, and his unmated warriors enjoy the females of their family. The punishment for the males was death, the punishment for the females was to become a breeder and wear an orange collar. The only time these females were exempted from vaginal sexing with any male was when they were pregnant. He also no longer allowed she-wolves to be rejected by their mates, because successful conception was more common for mates.

The kingdom needed children, its numbers were half what they were when his father had taken over twenty-six years ago. In the last five years of his rule, they had not increased and only one in five females survived their first year. He cursed the fact that females were so weak. As it stood now, less than half of them males in his kingdom had mates, and in ten years less than a fifth would. He needed more females and buying them from rogues and capturing a few at a time from other territories was not enough, they were dying faster than he could replace them and those not raised in the Monarchy training, tended to kill themselves or die trying to escape. He did not understand. They were fed, sheltered, protected, and all they had to do in return was lay on their back when asked and perform domestic duties. And he was being forced to put them in hospital rooms during their pregnancies to keep them from foolishly causing harm to their babies. It was like they lost all sense when they were with child. He remembered how many times his mother had tried to run away when she was pregnant with his sister. Her weak female body couldn’t handle the stress and his sister had been born dead.

Frustrated, he put on one of his father’s favorite recordings, the women were beautiful and willing and performed every sexual act ordered but the noises they made annoyed him. He had watched the recordings for so many years that they did nothing to arouse him as they once did. He muted the sound and went on with his paperwork, he glanced up when Henry entered.

Henry glanced at the screen and smirked, “Getting ideas for tonight?”

Orion groaned, “If only. Women like these don’t exist anymore, no matter how much effort we put into training them.”

“Maybe we are doing something wrong?” Henry asked, tipping his head as if that would give him a better angle on the sex.

Orion sighed, pointing at the screen with his pen, “Take the red haired one, Pepper, see how much pleasure she gets from being whipped... How much she enjoys pleasing her master... The only female I have ever seen who responded that way to the whip was my father’s concubine Jane and even she could not handle some of the things these do.”

Henry scowled as if trying to remember something, “Whatever happened to Jane? My father was quite fond of her.”

Orion shrugged, “She was weak, like all females. One day she passed out in my father’s pleasure room and never woke up.”

Henry just hummed in acknowledgment, never taking his eyes off the images of the female being doubled by two muscular men. Watching intently as she bent at an unnatural angle to suck off a third. “Perhaps we should allow doubling or tripling on all females and not just the orange collars or make it so purple collars can be shared. Not all of the warrior males are getting serviced, or perhaps lift the hours of rest restriction.”

Orion rolled his eyes, he knew what was really behind his Beta’s request. “That suggestion wouldn’t have to do with a certain purple collar who’s mate paid the fee to keep her all for himself?”

Henry grinned sheepishly, making a movement with his hand to indicate coping a feel of someone’s breast and butt, “She has more than enough, Victor should learn to share.”

“Victor suffers from the uncontrollable jealousy of a mated male... And how many times did I have to pull my head warrior off you Beta, when you left your handprints on his more than enough?” Orion reminded. “Mates are every males burden, some can’t handle their wolves’ possessiveness. Victor is weak that way.”

Henry just shrugged, “It was during her years of service, making her fair for the taking. Which reminds me, the time of service should also be extended, too many luscious ones are leaving soon.”

Orion chuckled tiredly, “You were born in the wrong century. The things you desire don’t exist anymore. Our females are nothing like those of old.”

“Speaking of our females, one of my spies believes he saw them together at the temple of the moon and...” Henry drew out the last word, grinning like the devil of myth.

Orion’s back was suddenly rigid and tense, his claws push out into the wood of his desk, his voice became deadly and low, “And what?”

Henry’s smirk grew, “And congratulations are in order, o great Monarch. It seems an heir in on the way.”

Orion started to hyperventilate, his wolf was angry that Orion now knew, as Orion realized what his wolf had hidden from him. “Are you sure?”

“It’s been what seven months? You must have banged her just right. Her virtue and conception on the same night, if the Goddess were alive, I would say she blessed you.” Henry laughed in a mocking way. “What now, Monarch Balthazar Orion? What is your command and what is my reward when I get her back?”

Orion stood and stared out the window at the moon peeking above the clouds, a storm of rage swirled in his dark eyes, mirroring the lightning lashing the sea. “Whatever you want, just bring her to me. I want them.”

Henry glanced at the screen, watching a buxom female being shared by two men, one on each end of her as they spit-roast her. He leered at his monarch’s back, “As you command, my Monarch. I look forward to my reward.”

A rant from Mama Magie (and B),

I hated writing this chapter in so many ways, B hated reading it, but but we both agreed it was necessary to see the Monarch and his males as they are, raised like so many men since the late 60s. “Pornography is how one should treat women.” OR “Pornography is harmless, it doesn’t change the way I would treat girls.”

LIES LIES LIES!

We hate that mentality. She saw it in her ex-husband and his ‘friends’. I saw it in my biological father and his ‘friends’, and in many men in the generations since. It’s not okay to purposely abuse another person for gratification.

My ex once asked me, after seeing something online, “How come we can’t do that? It looks fun.”

My answer -One: Physiologically stressing or damaging to do that. Two: Being hurt in that way, in no way excites or entices me, it’s abusive. Three: She gets paid to make it look fun and is obviously on pain meds, drugs, or something else. If you look at her glassy eyes, you can tell she's on something to get through having that done to her. I don't want it done to me.

He mocked me for being close minded, and if I loved him I would, blah blah blahh, until I said, “Fine, but I get to do it to you three times first.” End Of Discussion.

Sex Abuse will never equal love, no matter what the romance novels or 50 Shades books tell you. BDSM as a lifestyle requires consent and complete trust. That is not what many force on others. In so many parts of this story, I am writing my late friend’s reality, her childhood and young adulthood lost... It happened, does happen, is happening, and will happen to others again and again... My heart was crushed for her suffered moments, and for all those who lived them, are living them, and will live them.