Slave & Abused Lunas

Seven Lunas faced a choice after their Packs were overrun and their mates killed in front of them. Submit, and the pack lives. Resist, they all die. Living as his trophy sex slave was the cost. "The Red Moon Pack is no more. Prove your loyalty and your work, and you can have a long and happy life here among us. Or..." He looked at the lines of slaves, then down to the Lunas at his feet. "You can refuse, and be killed like those foolish enough to resist us, or sold into slavery along with your children. But first, bring forth my newest trophy." The doors to the building opened. Two poles stretched between pairs of men, suspending a metal cage about three feet wide and tall and four feet long. The heavy bars encased a beautiful, frightened young woman, the newest Luna captive, Katlen. The Pack was jeering at her, yelling in explicit detail what she had to look forward to. We had all been in her place; it was always the same. If the Luna did not surrender, the men would slaughter every last man, woman and child in the Pack. Katlen knew her fate as soon as Alpha Benjamin attacked. She was naked, collared and helpless. His men opened the cage and pulled her out. Her face showed no emotion, she didn't resist, she really didn't want to survive this. She wouldn't be so lucky.