Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ To Freedom ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I was drifting in and out of consciousness when the door to my cell finally opened again.  I vaguely sensed Trainer come in, but my limbs wouldn’t allow me to stand.  I tried my best, but ended up practically lying on my stomach with my knees tucked up underneath me.  A bowl of water was placed in front of me, and without even thinking about it, I automatically went to lick it up.  One of the things I had learned in the previous months was that if Trainer was in the room, not to pick anything up with my hands unless specifically told to.  I finished off the bowl quickly, although my body was still craving more.  A corner of my mind realized I’d probably make myself sick to have too much at once, but that didn’t stop me from wanting more.  If it had been put it front of me, I wouldn’t have stopped.   

“I am very proud of you pet, you are done with step one.  Step two will be harder though; if you get through this training, it will be time to go to your owner, and we won’t send on disobedient pets.”  He snapped his fingers, and I tried once again to get up.  This time I was successful, and I haltingly followed after him.  I was glad that he must have been expecting my weakness, as he didn’t walk at his normal fast pace, and I was able to more or less keep up with him.  My wings and tail dragged along the floor though, not wanting to waste the energy to keep them up.  We were forced to stop a few times as my limbs gave out on me, but while Trainer looked annoyed, he didn’t punish me.  The place he led me was quite some distance away, and the last time I fell I didn’t think I would be able to get back up.  Trainer was about to get the leash to drag me along, and that gave me enough motivation to get up once more.  If my hands and knees hadn’t developed calluses by this point, they would have been bleeding from the rough stone floors.    I didn’t want to be dragged across it since I was still naked.  

We finally reached what appeared to be our destination.  It was a large room, and I immediately recognized it as washing room.  If I had the ability to jump for joy I would have.  While I could ignore the vast amounts of dirt caked onto my skin and scales most of the time, in favour of more pressing concerns, it would be wonderful to be clean again.  There was a tub in the middle of the room, and he waved his hand towards it.  I needed no further instruction; I got into it as quickly as I could, only letting out a small whimper when the cold water hit my skin.  From behind me I heard Trainer snicker, but even after my cold cell, I was still shivering harshly.  It only took a few minutes for the water to turn nearly black, and I inwardly cringed at the thought of that all coming off my body.  

A scrub brush hit my back, and the Trainer was once again standing over me.  “Don’t just sit there, get yourself clean.”  I scrubbed the best I could, with the fact that the water was already dirty.    After a few minutes, Trainer was back with a few buckets of water.  “Stand up; all the way this time.”  Shakily, I stood as I hadn’t in months.  It didn’t last long as the water hit me, and I nearly toppled over.  My tail balancing on the edge of the tub was the only thing that saved me from falling.  The first bucket was followed by a few more, and I finally started to feel clean again.  

The door opened, and a young girl, I’m assuming another slave, came in with another tub.  The Trainer was watching her, so I took the opportunity to watch her as well.  She was naked, like I was, and collared.  She had less chains on her, but as she appeared to be Fae, and even younger than I was, probably between 10 and 12, I guess they figured there was no reason for heavy chains, as her only defence would be her magic.  She was thin, but seemed to be more or less healthy.  I couldn’t get a good look at her face, as it was faced down.  Once the tub was down, she turned to leave, falling to her hands and knees.  It made me a bit annoyed to know that even after this ‘training’ we were made to crawl.  Before she reached the door however, Trainer got a malicious smile on her face and snapped his fingers twice.  She stopped, and I could go see the girl’s back go rigid, and I knew that whatever was coming next would not be good.  However, he didn’t move, just turned to glare at me.  “What are you waiting for, mutt?  Keep cleaning.”  I hurriedly grabbed the scrub brush and moved gingerly to the new tub.  I was only partially in the new tub however, when I heard the sound of cloth rustling and a pained whimper.  With a sinking feeling, I made myself look, and I was glad that I had nothing in my stomach.  Trainer had knelt behind the young girl and was fucking her.  I was surprised and disgusted that except for that first whimper, and the tenseness in her body, there was no other reaction.   I mechanically started scrubbing; not even noticing that I was rubbing my skin raw and there were scales floating in the water; just having seen that small bit was enough to make me feel dirty.  The girl was just so young, and to be able to not make any sounds, or struggle meant that this had to be a common occurrence.  I scrubbed even harder, splashing as much as I could to cover the sounds of grunting and skin slapping on skin.  

Finally, the sickening noises of sex stopped, and I heard Trainer standing.  He was still behind me and I didn’t want to look.  I heard some splashing, and then the sound of clothes being adjusted.  He appeared back in my line of sight, and I couldn’t help cringing.  I had gotten so used to not being punished unless I did something wrong, but apparently that part was over too.  From what I could tell, the girl hadn’t done anything wrong, but I could still smell blood and...other smells.  

“Are you clean yet, pet?”  Thank the gods, he was back to calling me pet.  ‘Pet’ meant that he was in a decent mood; ‘mutt’ meant he was in a bad mood or mad at me, which never led to anything good.  I nodded, knowing I wouldn’t get any cleaner without another tub; and unwilling for anyone else to have to endure what that poor Fae did.  He raised an eyebrow, “inside and out?”  I just stared back at him, confusion written on my face.  He hadn’t given me anything to brush my teeth with, although it would have been nice.  He didn’t mean for me to clean my teeth with the same brush I had used on my body, surely?  The malicious smile he had gotten right before he raped the girl came back, and I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.  “Oh, don’t worry pet, I don’t touch males; I think it’s disgusting.  But you need to be prepared, just in case.”  Oh HELL no.  He didn’t mean...?  Growing up in Catonia, I knew the basics of same-sex relationships, it was taught in classes right alongside heterosexual relations, but I never really gave a lot of thought to being on the receiving side of sex, and never unwillingly.  But the look on his face showed he wasn’t joking, but in fact getting sick pleasure out of my fear.  I hadn’t moved, and the smile faded off his face.  “Trust me, you don’t want me to do it for you, and if your owner expects you to be clean and you’re not...”  

I forced my frozen body to move, reaching behind me.  I was shaking, I couldn’t help it.  As my fingers brushed against my ass, I felt completely emasculated.  He groaned, and rolled his eyes.  “Are you retarded? Stick your fingers in, clean your ass out the best you can, and get out of the damn tub.  It’s not like the rest of you is any cleaner.”  

Realizing the man had reached the end of his patience, I quickly did as he said.  I had to bite down on the pathetic yelp that attempted to escape; I had done exactly as he said and pushed both fingers in, and it hurt.  I didn’t even want to think about how something bigger would feel; the idea I had had of the owner just wanting to show off a dangerous ‘pet’ seemed less and less likely.  But I still didn’t have any ideas on how to get out of here; I would have to hope an opportunity presented itself before all of this ‘preparation’ was needed.  I only kept my fingers inside me for a few minutes, gritting my teeth the entire time.  When I pulled them out I breathed a sigh of relief and wiped them off on the scrub brush.  Trainer seemed satisfied, and motioned me out of the tub.  Without waiting for me to dry off, he moved towards the door, snapping his fingers as he went.  I followed, as quickly as I could; glad to get out of that room.  Right by the door was a small pool of blood, and my stomach threatened to rebel again.  It didn’t make it any better when I saw the poor girl kneeling outside the door.  She crawled into the wash room once I was out the door.  There were a few drops of blood where she had been sitting as well, and it amazed me how someone could cause that sort of harm so carelessly.  

Luckily, the next trip didn’t take nearly as long – I was shaking and barely able to move when we reached the next set of doors.  However, the view that greeted me when the doors opened made me want to bolt back to my solitary cell.  The room was long, and ill-lit.  I could barely see the other side of the room.  Along the walls were shackles, but that didn’t even bother me as much as the long rows of cages.  Small cages.  And in most of them were other non-humans of every variety.  Each one had barely enough room to move.  Trainer moved down the rows, until he came to an empty cage, just slightly bigger than the rest.  He gestured inside, and I hesitated a moment too long, as he kicked me inside.  After the weeks of starvation and the ordeal in the bath, I crumpled.  I came down hard on my face, my left arm and part of my wing bent underneath me at a painful angle.  I was barely able to move when I smelt food.  It was meat – I had long given up trying to figure out what it came from, and I was probably safer not knowing – and while it was fatty and dried out, it was relatively fresh.  The bowl was gone before Trainer had even gotten out of the room.  The door closing and the light dimming to practically nothing was the last I remembered before I fell back to sleep.  

I woke up some time later, when the room started to get lighter.  I looked up, realizing for the first time that there were windows in here, and for the first time since I arrived I could sort of see the sky.  It made my heart clench, and all I wanted to be up there, the wind brushing over my skin.  I refused to believe I would be trapped in this situation forever.  

The others were slowly starting to wake up as well.  It was scary to look around.  I looked to be one of the oldest here; there were some kids that couldn’t have been more than five or six.  What were worse were the empty gazes most of them had.  A few glanced at me with mild curiosity, but most just stared into space, or towards the end of the room where the doors were.  Soon enough, the doors opened, and several people walked in.  All were men, and all had the same sort of build as Trainer.  He was there as well, coming towards where I was.  The doors on the cages were opened, and terse orders were spoken.  The others crawled out and headed out the doors.  

I was soon the only one left in there.  Trainer came to stand next to my cage.   “Alright, you’ll only be told this once, so pay attention.  You will, until you’re deemed ready to go to your owner, have chores to do the same as the rest of the slaves.  You’ve already slacked off around here enough.   They will all, for you, be fairly simple tasks.  Your owner is already picked out, and he wishes to train you for your specific tasks himself.  So, when we come in, I will tell you where to go.  You will go there, following the rest until you know your way around, and do whatever tasks you are requested to do.  When you are done, you will come straight back here.  If you need to relieve yourself, there is a small room off of this one.  Once you are back in your cage, you won’t be let back out until morning.  

“You will listen to any of the humans, except the slaves.  You will only listen to them if you are both working on a task.  If you are working on a task that requires you to stand on two legs, or use your hands, you don’t need to get permission to do so, you will complete your task and then get back down to your proper position.   If there is something you think you physically can’t do, you will at least try.  I will only ask this once – is that all clear?”

I nodded; it didn’t seem all that bad, actually.  Compared to all of the grovelling and demeaning tasks he had put me to the last few months, this was almost – normal.  The only difference of course, is that I would be crawling around naked.  I could deal with that; the only thing that worried me was that my tasks might involve what Trainer had done to the Fae.  But he hadn’t mentioned anything about that, so I would hope for the best for now.  He seemed pleased, and unlocked my cage.  I stiffly crawled out, used to the hard floor, but not to being in such a small place.  He moved back a bit, to give me room to exit, and then led the way out of the room.  We continued down hallways, and I couldn’t help thinking there was no way I’d manage to go anywhere without getting lost.  Which wouldn’t help my chances for escape.   When we finally stopped, we were in a long room filled with small cots.  There were a few other nonhuman slaves wandering around, cleaning.  There was only one human in there, with a course dress, and no collar.  I guessed that it was probably a servant, rather than a slave, but she didn’t appear to be much better off than the other human slaves I had noticed, except she was dressed.   Trainer went over to her, and she nodded, head lowering obediently.   Trainer walked out, and the woman walked over.  She nodded towards a brush and bucket.  “Start down at the end of the beds, and work your way back towards the door.”  Her voice was very quiet – it was a good thing there was barely any other noise in the room.  There was also no personality in it anymore.  It made me wonder how long she had been there for; if she had been a slave at some point.  I nodded my understanding, and grabbing the bucket, awkwardly made my way to the end of the room.  

It seemed like hours passed; we finished with that room, and continued down the hallway.   Each room was basically the same, only the last two were a bit nicer – there were actually beds, if they were small and rickety, and there were personal belongings stored underneath.  It seemed that the human servants stayed in these rooms.  My body had apparently been spoiled by the food that I had yesterday, as I felt my stomach grumble near constantly by the end.  The one thing I was grateful for was that they gave us a steady supply of water.  Each time we finished a room the woman would disappear for a few minutes as we made our slow way down the hallway, and reappear with jugs of water she poured into bowls for us.  It was disturbing that she went about it like we really were animals without even a glimmer of reaction.  What did she think – did she think it was degrading, did she think it was what we deserved?  

We finished up the hallway, and went back towards the room.  We were nearly back when one of the other trainers was passing by and double snapped his fingers.  The rest all stopped, and I did as well, although I really wanted to bolt.  The man walked past me, and while I felt his hand trailing down my wing, causing me to shudder in revulsion, he passed me by, and chose another boy towards the back of the group.  Once we heard the sound of his belt opening, the rest started to move, and I gratefully followed along, reaching the relative safety of the nonhuman slave’s room before the horrible sounds started up.  

I headed straight for the toilet room, feeling all of the water I had drank today, and was depressed to see it looked more or less like a horse’s stall.  But really, it wasn’t any worse than what I had been dealing with, and at least it wasn’t two feet away from where I had to eat and sleep.  I did my business and headed back to ‘my’ cage.  I was so tempted to stand and stretch, but settled for stretching out like a cat instead, feeling all the bones in my back crack.  It felt good after the long day.  I could tell it was dark outside, but since I wasn’t sure what time of year it was, that didn’t help much.  I finally crawled into the cage once I noticed most everyone else was in, and curled up the best I could.  A short time later, a small group of human slaves walked in, placing bowls of food in the cages.   I hungrily ate; I wasn’t as hungry as I had been the previous day, but I could tell I was one of the first finished.  The slaves came back around and collected the bowls and locked the cages.  Their gazes were nearly as empty as the non-humans were; only a few looked depressed or bitter; it was easy to gather that while they were considered sentient, they weren’t treated any better than we were.  

The slaves left; and I settled down to sleep.  I assumed that was it for the day, but to my surprise the doors opened again.  One of the trainers walked in, along with two men in business suits.  I was immediately wary; the one businessman, an aging human who looked like he had probably been quite fit at one point, but let it all go to fat, wandered around, glancing down at the cages.  I breathed a sigh of relief as it appeared he was only looking at the girls, and immediately felt ashamed of myself.  I was happy that some fat old pervert was looking at little girls just to save my own hide?  But I was – as pathetic as it made me, all I could think of was thank the gods he wasn’t interested in me.  He wandered around some more, murmuring comments to the other businessman.  This man was younger, fitter, and if it wasn’t for the look in his eyes, I would almost be tempted to say attractive.  But the cruel look he had spoiled that, and it was clear this was the man who was to blame for everything that had happened the last few months.  He finally picked an incredibly small girl; quite possibly the youngest of all of us, who was clearly a mix.  She had the ears of a kitsune, but the transparent wings of a fairy; she was probably older than she looked, but the fairy blood in her would keep her small.  Which meant her ‘owner’ could continue to fulfil his paedophiliac fantasies for a lot longer than any other species.  No one else blinked, even the girl.  The group trailed back out, the man calmly stroking one of the girls fox ears.  After the long day, with my body still not fully recovered, it didn’t take me long to fall asleep.  

The next few days passed the same way; we would get up, I would be instructed to some part of the building to clean, we would work until we were practically ready to drop, and then head back to our cages.  Some nights after we ate we had prospective ‘owners’ visit, sometimes we were just locked up and left to sleep.  I liked those nights better; when the owners came I couldn’t help wondering if one of them would be coming to get me, and even if not, the fate of these kids who were taken away.  It was hard to tell if they would be going to a better place or not.  Here, it was hard work, and there were the random rapes that still turned my stomach, but at least that was the extent of the abuse, so far as I had seen.  It made me wonder why they all looked so...empty.   At the end of the week, things were a little different.  We were herded out, all of us, to that same wash room.  There were a bunch of tubs set up, and we all clambered in, some of the smaller kids getting in two to a tub.  There were trainers in the room as well, so I behaved and cleaned ‘inside’ as well, although I was a bit more careful about it this time.  It was still uncomfortable as all hell, but at least it wasn’t too painful.  I could tell the ones had been ‘chosen’ by the trainers in the last few days, as they couldn’t quite contain the grimace when they cleaned themselves.  It was probably the most alive I had seen the others during the week.  The men watching us didn’t touch any of us, which made me think that Trainer had just raped the girl in front of me to scare me. After that small break from routine, we were right back to cleaning.  Today I was in the kitchen, and it didn’t surprise me that we weren’t in charge of preparing any of the food.  That would give us way too many opportunities, and while it appeared most of the slaves were broken, it only took one like me who still wanted to escape.  We cleaned floors, cook pits, dishes, every single surface in that kitchen.  At the end of the meal, the head cook grinned and threw scraps down on the floor for us.  She apparently found it amusing to treat us like the animals we were ‘supposed’ to be. For whatever reason, that one act made me angrier than the terse orders and all of the crawling I had to do in the past week.  She narrowed her eyes at me, but didn’t do anything and turned back to finishing up the meal.  

I decided that having to clean the kitchen was the worst torture.  Not only was the head cook a miserable hag, but everything smelled so good, and I think she was purposefully torturing me with the smells.  After that first day, as well, she would hold my head down and demand I eat my treat ‘like a good boy’ in a sickly sweet voice.  If I wasn’t worried about what would happen I would have told her that she should lay of the treats.  But, I was determined to get out of this experience whole, and not have my personality beaten out of me, so I held my tongue.  

A week or so later, one of the visitors finally stopped by my cage, and it was all I could do to keep from shaking.  The man looked just as cruel as the owner of this place, and was a good head taller, and proportionately bigger.  

For the first time, I heard the owner speak.  “Ah, my Lord, I am very sorry, but this one is not available for sale.”  

The other turned to him, an incredulous look on his face.  “What do you mean?  I see no other Darcans here; I would like this one.”

It scared me that the owner actually looked nervous.  “He was purchased on request of the Lord Maeslin, unfortunately; if you would like to take it up with him, please do so, but unfortunately, as you can see, he has a silver collar on, which means he is not for sale.”  

To say the bigger man was upset would have been an understatement.  “Fine,” he gritted out.  “Then show me another virgin.  I had assumed the silver meant virginal.”  

The two men moved away, but from what I had seen, it was doubtful any of the others were.  They stopped before another boy’s cage, which had to be a Graela, similar to my race, but part Gryfon rather than part dragon.  I knew the kid wasn’t a virgin – I could remember him being taken by one of the guards (as apparently any of the humans who weren’t slaves could rape any of the slaves, human or non without penalty).   The owner had apparently informed the buyer about this, as he loudly demanded a trial.  He agreed, and while I had expected the boy to come out of the cage, I hadn’t expected the man to take him right there.  And it was brutal – as much as I had seen the last few weeks, this was worse.  The guards and trainers, and anyone else, were obviously just looking to get release.  They would take what they wanted, and then walk away.  This man clearly wanted to cause pain.  He grabbed the boy’s arms, twisting them around his back, and holding them by the wrists in one big hand.  Without use of his hands, the boy’s face crashed into the floor, hard enough to cause injury.  He probably had a broken nose.  Then, using his other hand, he grabbed a wing, of all things, for leverage before slamming in.  For the first time, I heard one of the other cry out as they were raped, and if anything the cries increased.  Blood was flowing freely down his things, and there was blood spotting the feathers on his one wing.  I wouldn’t be surprised if one of more of his limbs were broken in addition to his nose.  The attack seemed to last forever, and I could see even the others huddling in the corners of their cages.   

When the man finally came, and pulled out of the nearly unconscious boy, I could see why there was so much blood.  The man had a piercing, and of all things it was spiked on both sides.  To think of that slicing through was the last I could take.  I hurriedly turned and threw up, praying that wouldn’t catch that bastard’s attention.  I glanced back, to make sure my loss of control went unnoticed, and saw the owner looking rather annoyed and the guard looking a bit nervous.  

“You’re buying him now – I can’t believe you fucked one of my slaves with that thing in!  I’m sure as hell not paying anyone to fix him.”  

The buyer sneered, and looked at the huddled mass on the floor.  The Graela was shivering, probably in shock from blood loss, and I realized he would be lucky to live through the night.  Although, if he was being forced to go home with someone like that, perhaps that would be better.    His arms looked okay, but his wing was twisted up, clearly broken in several places, and there was nearly a bald spot were the feathers had all been ripped out.  His face was a mess, his nose broken and crooked, and it looked like his chin and cheek hadn’t fared much better.  He wouldn’t even be able to open one eye for several days, from the looks of it.  Then his backside...there was still blood flowing from him, stained pinking from the man’s cum.  The pool on the floor was already starting to turn brown as it dried.  

“Fine, I suppose he reacted decently, being as he’s not that young and your preverted guards had full access to him.  I suppose I can get some more noises out of him with my toys.”  

“Very well then, we’ll head to my office to discuss price.”  He gestured to the guard, “Clean it up as best as possible and have it ready to travel.”  The guard nodded, and with uncharacteristic gentleness picked up the boy.  It was probably more due to the fact that he didn’t want to deal with the fallout should he die before the sale went through, but whatever the reason at least he wasn’t being manhandled for once.   I curled up as far away from the corner I lost my dinner in and tried to sleep, praying that the poor Graela would just pass out from blood loss and not wake up.  And of course, a plea that whoever my ‘owner’ to be was, that he was nowhere near the monster that man was.

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