Freed

We were forced to watch as he pinned Lyra to the wall by her neck. Lyra squirmed, trying to shove him away, but he squeezed the hand around her throat until she started turning purple and went limp, still conscious but no longer resisting.

The Beta grinned, letting off the pressure so she could breathe. "I'm going to enjoy turning your body against you and fucking that tight virgin pussy full of cum until you bare my pup." He murmured in her ear and pushed his hand down her threadbare sweatpants.

Lyra's eyes popped wide open and she began to squirm again, this time trying to press her thighs together. The Beta only pushed her legs apart with his knee and did something with his hand that made her squeak.

"There you go." He said. "Don't that feel good?"

Lyra whimpered, biting her lip, the scent of her unwilling arousal starting to fill the basement. When she started to twitch the Beta stopped whatever it was he was doing only to angle his wrist making Lyra gasp and arch her back. A low moan escaped her and silent tears swiftly followed. Her eyes sought Rain and, upon finding her watching, filled with shame.

"Mmm… You are tight." The Beta said appreciatively. "And already so wet for me. What a good little slut you are." He withdrew his hand and I felt Rain relax beside me. At least until the Beta yanked Lyra's sweatpants down to her ankles then off in one swift sudden move. Rain jerked against the chain trying to go to Lyra's aid but unable to move more than a few feet.

I took Rain's hand tightly in my own and gave it a squeeze. She flashed me a look, eyes wide and full of complex emotions, then went back to watching the horror unfold before us. We didn't want to watch, but we couldn't look away as the Beta unfastened his pants, letting the material fall around his ankles.

I had seen a penis before, having basically grown up in a nudist colony, but this one looked different. It seemed swollen and stood straight up against the Beta's lower abdomen instead of being loose and floppy. He grabbed his distended member in his free hand and began to slowly pull on it then push his hand back down.

It didn't look very pleasant to me but I could smell him, smell the musk of his arousal and he started to make little sounds that made me want to run away and hide under a blanket if I could only move my feet. I hated not being able to move. I hated feeling so powerless.

Finally, he let go of Lyra's throat.

Was that it? Was he done?

But he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off the ground. Lyra yelped in surprise, grabbing his wrists for support. The Beta pushed one knee between her legs and against the wall then sat her on it then changed how he held her so that his arms were under her knees with his palms pressed flat against the cool cement wall, and he moved his leg. Lyra was now folded in half and pinned, unable to close her legs or cover herself. Rain and I got a full view of Lyra's private parts. Under the small mat of hair, her slit looked wet. I didn't understand what I was seeing. I didn't understand any of this.

"I'm going to enjoy fucking you." The Beta growled and slowly pushed his engorged penis into Lyra.

She cried for days after that, no matter how much Rain or I tried to comfort her. Eventually the tears stopped, but she was different, hollow. No longer optimistic, Lyra grew quiet, and when her belly began to swell, she became sullen. She was so fragile, a walking ghost of her former self.

When the baby came, I held her hands with her head in my lap while Rain knelt between her knees. Silent tears leaked from her eyes but she made no sound. At the first cries of the newborn, light flooded into our holding place making us cringe and squint. Heavy footsteps descended the stairs, the figure moving rapidly towards us.

“My baby.” Lyra whispered, hands outstretched for the bloody wrinkled bundle that Rain held. “Please, let me hold him.”

But before the new mother could meet her child, he was snatched away, the heavy footsteps retreating up the stairs to a waiting silhouette.

“No. No!” Trailing blood, Lyra crawled frantically after the fading cries of her son. “My baby! Give me my baby!”

“He’s mine now.” The cold voice of the Beta’s barren mate drifted down to us before the door slammed shut.

Lyra collapsed, sobbing on the stairs. She refused to move for hours, just crying on the stairs as the blood around her cooled. We never saw the baby again, but occasionally we could hear him squalling. Lyra had finally lost the last bit of light from her eyes. She was truly broken now.

It was only a few weeks later that everything went sideways.

The Beta and third in command dragged Rain and myself away from our appointed task by the collar to the front of the house where the Alpha and the rest of the pack waited. Lyra knelt at his feet in the snow. We were lined up and forced to the ground watching the Alpha, fearing what was to come. Lyra didn’t look up. She wouldn’t meet our eyes.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” The Alpha began. “We have before us the Silverwolf." He looked extremely pleased with himself, which could only mean one thing. He knew. “Would you please point to the wolf in question.”

“Oh no, Lyra…” Rain said softly as the girl who had been our sister in all, but blood slowly raised her head and looked straight at me. “Lyra you can’t.” The Beta who stood behind her kicked down to hand knees. “Lyra, please.” I didn’t look away, but I could hear the tears in her voice as Rain pleaded to no avail.

Lyra smiled a small sad smile, the first smile we had seen in months. “I’m doing this for you.” She looked at me again. “Please forgive me.” Her arm came up, one slim finger extended, pointing directly at me. “There is the Silverwolf.”

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. Lyra had been a mentor, a sister to me, for seven long years. The feeling of betrayal was crushing, worse than any broken rib. I struggled to draw air, I couldn’t breathe. Through the rushing in my ears, I could hear Rain crying, demanding an explanation from Lyra.

“I did this for you, Rainy. I’ve set you free.” Tears streamed down Lyra’s face, but she still smiled. “May we meet again.”

“No.” Rain reached one hand out. “I love you, Lyra.”

“I love you too, Rain.”

“This is all very touching, but a bargain is a bargain.” The Alpha nodded to the men standing at our backs. “I release you.”

Lyra fell as if in slow motion, still smiling. She looked at peace with the world, finally happy after all the years of captivity. Only the unnatural angle of her neck gave any indication that she was dead. A high keening wail rose up beside me, silenced abruptly with a sickening crunch. In my peripherals, I watched the last of my sisters fall. I was too shocked to feel anything. No sorrow, no rage. I felt numb.

I was alone.

“We have the Silverwolf!” The pack cheered around me at the Alpha’s words, whooping and hollering. But they didn’t matter. I stared down into Lyra’s deep blue eyes that had already started to cloud. Even in death, they held so much emotion. Terror mostly, and pain but under that, love. I knew that her dead gaze would haunt my dreams for years to come, assuming I survived.

“I forgive you.” I whispered.