Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ To Freedom ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Divanora 
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For the next few days I was tense; after seeing what happened to that poor boy, I was jumping every time a new prospective owner came into the room. I at least had reassurance that none of the guards or trainers would rape me, but I think I would even prefer that to the brutality I had witnessed. There was no telling what my owner to be would be like, and the other man had seemed at least a bit intimidated just by the mention of his name, which wouldn’t be good for me.
By this time, I had seen pretty much all there was to see of the lower levels. I had figured out, from being in the kitchen; that this was basically an old fortress converted into a manor house. Escape would also be difficult. The reason there was such a lack of windows was because it was built nearly underground, on a cliff face, no less. Unless you could get to the top level or fly, you couldn’t get away. Even then, there were very few windows, and those were all tiny. Perhaps some of the smallest children could get out, but those with wings were all bound the same as I was. Those with feathered wings had their primaries cut off. The top level, where the ‘master’ and all the hired help lived, was only cleaned by either older human slaves or hired servants.
This was all good information to know, but I was disappointed that not one of the human slaves talked about the Graela’s fate. It was one of the perks of being treated as a dumb animal – at least everyone spoke freely around us. Of course, with all of them but me, they were probably safe to. And I wasn’t exactly in a position to do anything.
Eventually, I stopped myself from freaking out whenever someone came in to look at us, and decided on a new plan of action. Unless the guy who was supposed to come ‘buy’ me was the king or the prince or something, there had to be someone more powerful or richer than he was. So, every time someone who looked nicer (even if they seemed downright angelic, these people were still purchasing children to be pets) came in to see us, I tried to make them want to take me. I made myself look cute, pathetic, sultry, whatever looked like it would work. And on several occasions it did – the person in question would say they wanted me; but any offer would be turned down, and Maeslin’s name mentioned. I became more desperate to find a way out, as the reactions everyone had were basically the same – nervousness and sometimes outright fear. I did this for a few weeks before Trainer came back.
“Well, looks like you’re already ready for the next step. I’m actually quite surprised. I didn’t think you’d want to move on to having an owner so quickly! That’s fine with me though; if I get you done before the deadline I’m sure I’ll get a nice bonus.” The grin on his face was making me nervous. I could only imagine what the ‘next step’ would entail, and I really wished I could wrap myself up in my wings and turn invisible.
Unfortunately, however, I couldn’t actually turn myself invisible, and Trainer opened the door and snapped his fingers. I hesitated a minute too long and he turned back to me, grin gone from his face. “Come on now, here I said I was proud of you and you’re going to make me mad already? Get the hell out here.” This time I didn’t hesitate and followed the man as he left the room. He led me down towards the kitchen, which I found fairly strange. Maybe he thought feeding me beforehand would help? I couldn’t see it helping; I would probably end up losing it at the worst possible time. However, we went past the kitchen and into the dining hall I had – rightly – assumed was the human slave’s dining hall. They were all in their eating, and barely paid us any attention as we walked in. He led me to a fairly quiet corner, and in a low voice, commanded me to sit still, tail wrapped around me and wings arched as much as I could with my bindings, head bowed. Feeling supremely silly, I followed his instructions. If he wanted me to sit here while the slaves had breakfast in this ridiculous pose – well, there were worse things I had imagined since he came to get me. With a secretive smile I didn’t like one bit, he told me not to move until he returned.
I stayed completely still, practically falling back asleep while sitting up. I noticed that breakfast was over, and there were slaves cleaning the room. None paid me any attention, but I did hear an abundance of trainers – or who I assumed were trainers from the hated sound of flesh on flesh. My legs had since fallen asleep and my wings ached something fierce, but I knew better than to think, even if there was no one in the room, that Trainer wasn’t somehow watching me. A small corner of my brain whispered that was unreasonable, but the practical side knew even if I twitched, it would be my luck that was when he would come into the room. My stomach growling indicated it had grown late, and there was still no sign of Trainer. Right when I was afraid I was going to have to spend the night here, he appeared, and I lowered my wings gratefully.
The look of anger on his face had me instinctively backing away as I hadn’t since the first weeks of my captivity. “What the hell kind of performance was that!” He screamed at me. “Your tail twitched all day, you kept glancing up, and now you had the audacity to break position? That was a pathetic first day! Since you can’t keep yourself still, I’ll just have to keep you still myself.” By this time I was shaking. I didn’t know what he meant to do, but it couldn’t be good. I imagined it would include more chains, and as he practically dragged me out of the room by a horn, I found out I was right. There were a lot of chains involved. He brought me into what I was forced to admit to myself was a torture chamber, and strung up. Chains were looped around my wrists and I was hoisted into the air. More chains were attached to the loops in my wings and they were spread painfully far. He pulled my legs apart, and chained both separately to hooks in the floor. I could only move my tail, and he even solved that by running chains around it and connecting them to my arms and wings.
He came back in front of me and I was relieved to see some of his anger had dissipated. “Remember, you are getting off lightly. Next time I expect my orders to be obeyed completely.”
With that, he left, shutting the door and leaving me in complete darkness.
I slept, fitfully, off and on, but I was still exhausted when he came back the next morning. “Hope you had a good night’s sleep mutt; I’m expecting you to do what I asked of you yesterday without any mistakes this time. If you don’t, you’re getting strung up and this time I’ll actually punish you as well. I’m not allowed to scar you, so I think I’ll probably have to restrict myself to twenty lashes.”
He looked like he wanted me to mess up just so he could do that. I would have to do everything I could to not mess up today. But I wasn’t sure how I was going to manage that – hell, I hadn’t even noticed I had moved yesterday! I dropped, painfully, to the ground, as he released my bonds, and I followed him stiffly out of the room. He wasn’t slowing down, so I had to force my aching limbs to obey. We were soon, although far too soon for my tastes, back in the hall. He pointed me towards the same corner, and after looking over my position, he nodded and left.
I truly did my best. My arms and legs were already stiff, so they fell asleep quickly, and since I couldn’t physically move them, I wasn’t too concerned. My tail was also pretty limp today, but I still resolved to keep my mind consciously on keeping it still. It was my wings that were the worst though – they kept threatening to droop, and my entire back was in pain before the slaves’ breakfast was even over.
I tried to make a game of it – I pretended that I was one of my dragon ancestors, and I had to keep perfectly still to catch my prey. That backfired as it only reminded me I hadn’t eaten in over a day. So instead he switched to pretending he was a statue, perhaps trying to impress his friends. It made me wonder how many of my nonhuman friends had made it out of the country. I could only hope they had better luck than I had.
The day seemed to drag, and I kept switching ‘games’ in my head to keep myself still. I felt like it worked, as I didn’t catch my body doing anything against my will. Eventually, I heard steps coming towards where I sat. I didn’t make the same mistake however – I continued to hold the position I was in, even when those feet came to rest in front of me.
For a few unbearable minutes, he said nothing. Finally, however, came the sentence I had been waiting all day for. “You may move. My entire body sagged in relief, and I chanced a quick glance up to gauge his mood.
“You did passably well today. I saw you start to move a few times, but you restrained yourself. I suppose I can let you off without a punishment this once. However, you will report back here each morning when you’re let out of your cage, and remain in this same position until I come for you in the evening. At any point, if you fail, you know what the punishment is“. He snapped his fingers and I gratefully fell in behind him. Every muscle in my body hurt, but I dealt with it because I knew I’d be able to get a meal and sleep once I was back in the damned cage.
The next few days passed the same. I was left to myself all day, and each day it felt harder and harder to keep the pose. Everything hurt, but I knew if I gave in it would just be worse on me. He would switch places on me as well; the worst was one day when he had me right by the door. I was very hard pressed not to flinch every time I thought I was going to get hit or kicked or stepped on. Finally, the last day came, and I waited impatiently for Trainer to come take me back. He seemed pleased with me as he led me back, and I noticed my meal was a bit bigger and even a bit better than normal, I guess as a twisted ‘reward’. I felt pretty pathetic that it really felt that way. I decided right then that if I got out of this and ever had pets (something I couldn’t see myself doing at this point) I would never make them do tricks.
The next morning Trainer didn’t show up, and I went to do chores with the rest of the ‘pets’. I was relieved, and even though my muscles still ached something fierce, they weren’t burning as they had been. Two more days passed before I saw Trainer again. But this time, instead of taking me to the slaves’ dining hall, he led me up. I went up two flights of stairs, and I started to shake. What if this was it? He hadn’t said a word, and that just made me more scared. Finally we reached our destination, and I was surprised to see another dining hall. What was it with him and dining halls? He led me to another corner, and I fell into the pose he had me sit in the last time. He didn’t correct me in words, just pushed my torso up until I was kneeling. He pulled my arms behind my back, and pulled my tail up in a curve. My wings and head he left alone, and I didn’t move them. Without a single word, he walked away. This position was worse than the last – my knees hurt within the hour, and it took more effort to not move my arms or tail. I also felt more noticeable since I was taller in this position.
Sure enough, the guards started commenting on my appearance, and I knew that I was flushed bright red. Luckily none of them could see my face – or so I hoped. The verbal abuse continued during all three meals, as the free humans were restricted to one meal like the slaves were. I was called ‘pet’ and ‘mutt’, but I was almost used to that; the worst was when they started getting lewd, calling me a whore and slut, and saying how much better I would look sucking one of them, and how I was the perfect height for that. I fought to keep my reaction to that hidden; I was terrified they would actually force me to do it. I had heard enough to know I needed to be kept a virgin, but I had no way of knowing if it extended to oral sex or not.
Luckily, the day past without any of the guards making good on their threats, and I retreated to my cage gratefully when Trainer came to get me. The ordeal in the guard’s hall continued for several days, and the comments just got worse. I felt physically ill at some of the things they suggested, as I couldn’t help but think if I wasn’t able to get away, those would all end up happening to me. It got to the point where by the time I was back in my cage I could barely keep my meagre meals down, and I started shaking the moment I left that dreaded room.
A week later, however, it got worse. Before I was allowed out of the cage, Trainer commanded me to touch myself. I just stared at him uncomprehending. “Masturbate, you simpleton. God, I know you’re closer to animals than men, but you should know how to do that at least!” I blushed, but moved to do what he said. It’s not like I had never done that before, I was a teenage boy, but I didn’t like him standing there watching me while I jerked myself off. It also took me an embarrassingly long time to even get hard, which wasn’t exactly surprising given the circumstances. Hell, I had barely even gotten morning wood since I was captured. I was either too cold or too scared most of the time. But eventually my body reacted, and I continued to stroke while Trainer stood there watching critically. I started to wonder if he expected me to put on a show; make it look erotic or like I wanted to do it. Touch luck if he did. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I could feel myself getting close. Just as I felt my orgasm creeping up on me, however, he opened the cage door and slipped a something over my erection. I opened eyes I hadn’t realized had fallen shut and stared down in shock. He had put a fucking cock ring on me! I started to say something, but caught myself at the last minute. Really, it’s not like I should be surprised. Why would he do something purely for my benefit after all?
“That took way too long. I expect you to be able to get yourself ready quicker from now on.” I sighed internally; not really surprised at the command, but upset nonetheless. I was worried as to what was coming next. However, I was shocked to learn that we were simply going back to the guard’s dining room. I got back into the pose he expected, but this time he kicked my legs apart, which to my shame, showed off my throbbing erection to the entire room. I was glad I had to keep my head down; I was mortified to be on display like that. I had gotten used to being naked, but this was on a different level.
And as I expected, the comments were worse, saying how I clearly wanted them, that their comments had gotten me so aroused, and so on. It was the worst day I had dealt with so far – not only was I humiliated, but I ached for release, and my entire body wanted to thrust up and find friction. Finally I heard footsteps coming towards me, and I was thankful I was about to be able to move. What I was expecting was another guard coming up and stroking along my erection. After the long day, I couldn’t stop myself, I moaned and thrust up towards the warm hand. Before I had even completed the movement, however, my collar was grabbed and I was looking eye to eye with Trainer for the first time. He looked disgusted, and I couldn’t help to wonder what he expected of me; he was the one who demanded I make myself aroused and left me in a room full of perverts. He literally dragged me out of the room, and I moaned again, this time in pain. He threw me into the torture room, and proceeded to string me up the way he had that first day. I was shaking, and I could feel tears streaming down my face. I struggled, but it was no use, once again I could barely move, and as he stretched the chains even tighter, I lost even that bit of mobility. I heard him behind me, and it was all I could do to not beg him to stop, but I knew speaking would only make my situation unimaginably worse. I remembered what he said about whipping me, and that was just for moving; I don’t know if he considered that moan as motive for a worse punishment. Finally there was silence behind me and I clenched my teeth, telling myself I wouldn’t make any sounds.
The first strike that hit me had my eyes widening in shock. It hurt, no doubt about that, but it wasn’t a whip, it was a paddle. I dimly remembered him saying he couldn’t scar me, I guessed that was his motivation for the change in punishment. Having never been whipped before, I couldn’t say whether that was a good or bad thing. I withstood the next few hits, but then one came down on the back of my thigh and I couldn’t stop the cry that broke free. I lost count as he continued to rain blows on my back, butt and legs. He even caught the base of my tail a few times, although being protected by scales it didn’t hurt quite as much. Finally the paddle stopped, and I was ashamed to feel fresh tears on my face. But at least it was over – or so I thought. He moved around in front of me, grinning maliciously. He continued the ‘punishment’ on my front, hitting my chest, stomach, and to my horror my still-erect cock. I screamed. I couldn’t help it. And with that stupid ring on, even with all the pain I still wouldn’t go soft. After the first scream, he concentrated on my groin, and I screamed till I was hoarse. Finally, I felt my world going black.
I woke up in my cage, unable to move from the pain. My wrists and ankles were rubbed raw from where I tried to move, and the membranes of my wings were torn where the bands encircled them. Looking down at myself, I could see that my torso and upper legs were all one big, purpling bruise, although it looked like he had been able to keep from breaking skin. My groin was still throbbing, and it was an awful reddish-purple. At least he had taken the cock ring off at some point. More investigation showed that where my tail had been bound had been all but stripped of scales. In short, I looked absolutely awful. I halfheartedly hoped that the person who was supposed to buy me would come today, take one look at me and be utterly repulsed.
After taking a few minutes to inspect myself, I noticed that everyone else was gone already. I was surprised they had let me sleep in and get out of either training or chores, but I guess I wasn’t really surprised. I was physically unable to do either, and if he kept punishing me like he did yesterday (was it yesterday? – I had no way of knowing) then the cycle would just continue.
I forced myself back to sleep, since there wasn’t really any other option, and didn’t wake up until I heard the cage door opening. A dressed human female was standing outside, looking at my critically. “Come on out of there so I can look at you.” She sounded nice; and she hadn’t done the finger snap thing that every other human – even the slaves – did. I obeyed as best I could. She looked over me critically, but not appearing shocked by my appearance. “Stand up so I can get a better look.” I stood, and she rolled her eyes. “I meant stand properly. Don’t worry, you won’t get in trouble if I’m telling you to – the owner and trainer all know better than that.” I stood, slowly, for what had to be the first time in months on two feet. My calves felt weak, and I realized just how much muscle mass I had lost on my lower legs from having to crawl. She obviously noticed how unsteady I was, and she gently guided me to sit on the cage. I cringed, but at the same time, I knew that if I didn’t sit I would just fall over which would hurt more. She looked me over, frowning when she looked down. “Sorry, I know this will hurt, but I have to do this.” She gingerly lifted my penis, feeling along it, and then did the same to each of my balls. She gave a relieved sigh, and I guess that meant there was no permanent harm. I guess she noticed my concern, because she gave me a real smile. “Nothing is damaged, I just needed to check that no capillaries burst, which they didn’t. You’re just, to put it non-medically, very bruised. I think that goes for every part of you, but try to turn around for me so I can check.” I did as she asked, carefully, still not used to being on my feet. I completed the circle, only stopping once when she carefully checked over my wings.
She glanced at the door, and then leaned towards me. “Should you ever find yourself out of those chains, your wings have sustained no permanent harm. She glanced up and looked nervous, “Your horns, however...” I stopped her with a nod and a small smile – I already knew they would never grow to their full length; I didn’t need her to say it again. She reached into her pocket and handed me a bottle of lotion. “Here, you can put this on yourself, wherever you can reach. I’ll do what you can’t, and I promise I’ll do my best not to hurt you.” The look of shocked confusion on my face must have made my question obvious. She smiled bitterly. “You are hardly the first they have ‘trained’ in this barbaric manner, and I doubt you’ll be the last. They know better than to let any of you go without medical attention however, they are too greedy to lose a sale because of a scar, bruise, or limp.”
I finished smothering what skin I could reach in the salve, and handed the bottle back to her. She finished up my back for me and slipped the bottle back in her pocket. “I need to leave now, so if you could get back in?” I nodded and after a stretch that would have felt wonderful if it wasn’t for all the bruises, crawled back into the cage. She closed the door and looked down at me with a sad smile. She was really quite pretty, and I found myself unexpectedly thinking of my sister, how she would look after me when I did something stupid and didn’t want my parents to find out. Too bad this wasn’t a similar situation; without her even telling me, I knew she could do nothing to save me. I could tell, by her actions and words, if she could save me and all the others trapped here she would have already done so. With a whispered ‘I’m sorry’, she was gone, and with the salve soothing my muscles I once again fell asleep.
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By this time, I had seen pretty much all there was to see of the lower levels. I had figured out, from being in the kitchen; that this was basically an old fortress converted into a manor house. Escape would also be difficult. The reason there was such a lack of windows was because it was built nearly underground, on a cliff face, no less. Unless you could get to the top level or fly, you couldn’t get away. Even then, there were very few windows, and those were all tiny. Perhaps some of the smallest children could get out, but those with wings were all bound the same as I was. Those with feathered wings had their primaries cut off. The top level, where the ‘master’ and all the hired help lived, was only cleaned by either older human slaves or hired servants.
This was all good information to know, but I was disappointed that not one of the human slaves talked about the Graela’s fate. It was one of the perks of being treated as a dumb animal – at least everyone spoke freely around us. Of course, with all of them but me, they were probably safe to. And I wasn’t exactly in a position to do anything.
Eventually, I stopped myself from freaking out whenever someone came in to look at us, and decided on a new plan of action. Unless the guy who was supposed to come ‘buy’ me was the king or the prince or something, there had to be someone more powerful or richer than he was. So, every time someone who looked nicer (even if they seemed downright angelic, these people were still purchasing children to be pets) came in to see us, I tried to make them want to take me. I made myself look cute, pathetic, sultry, whatever looked like it would work. And on several occasions it did – the person in question would say they wanted me; but any offer would be turned down, and Maeslin’s name mentioned. I became more desperate to find a way out, as the reactions everyone had were basically the same – nervousness and sometimes outright fear. I did this for a few weeks before Trainer came back.
“Well, looks like you’re already ready for the next step. I’m actually quite surprised. I didn’t think you’d want to move on to having an owner so quickly! That’s fine with me though; if I get you done before the deadline I’m sure I’ll get a nice bonus.” The grin on his face was making me nervous. I could only imagine what the ‘next step’ would entail, and I really wished I could wrap myself up in my wings and turn invisible.
Unfortunately, however, I couldn’t actually turn myself invisible, and Trainer opened the door and snapped his fingers. I hesitated a minute too long and he turned back to me, grin gone from his face. “Come on now, here I said I was proud of you and you’re going to make me mad already? Get the hell out here.” This time I didn’t hesitate and followed the man as he left the room. He led me down towards the kitchen, which I found fairly strange. Maybe he thought feeding me beforehand would help? I couldn’t see it helping; I would probably end up losing it at the worst possible time. However, we went past the kitchen and into the dining hall I had – rightly – assumed was the human slave’s dining hall. They were all in their eating, and barely paid us any attention as we walked in. He led me to a fairly quiet corner, and in a low voice, commanded me to sit still, tail wrapped around me and wings arched as much as I could with my bindings, head bowed. Feeling supremely silly, I followed his instructions. If he wanted me to sit here while the slaves had breakfast in this ridiculous pose – well, there were worse things I had imagined since he came to get me. With a secretive smile I didn’t like one bit, he told me not to move until he returned.
I stayed completely still, practically falling back asleep while sitting up. I noticed that breakfast was over, and there were slaves cleaning the room. None paid me any attention, but I did hear an abundance of trainers – or who I assumed were trainers from the hated sound of flesh on flesh. My legs had since fallen asleep and my wings ached something fierce, but I knew better than to think, even if there was no one in the room, that Trainer wasn’t somehow watching me. A small corner of my brain whispered that was unreasonable, but the practical side knew even if I twitched, it would be my luck that was when he would come into the room. My stomach growling indicated it had grown late, and there was still no sign of Trainer. Right when I was afraid I was going to have to spend the night here, he appeared, and I lowered my wings gratefully.
The look of anger on his face had me instinctively backing away as I hadn’t since the first weeks of my captivity. “What the hell kind of performance was that!” He screamed at me. “Your tail twitched all day, you kept glancing up, and now you had the audacity to break position? That was a pathetic first day! Since you can’t keep yourself still, I’ll just have to keep you still myself.” By this time I was shaking. I didn’t know what he meant to do, but it couldn’t be good. I imagined it would include more chains, and as he practically dragged me out of the room by a horn, I found out I was right. There were a lot of chains involved. He brought me into what I was forced to admit to myself was a torture chamber, and strung up. Chains were looped around my wrists and I was hoisted into the air. More chains were attached to the loops in my wings and they were spread painfully far. He pulled my legs apart, and chained both separately to hooks in the floor. I could only move my tail, and he even solved that by running chains around it and connecting them to my arms and wings.
He came back in front of me and I was relieved to see some of his anger had dissipated. “Remember, you are getting off lightly. Next time I expect my orders to be obeyed completely.”
With that, he left, shutting the door and leaving me in complete darkness.
I slept, fitfully, off and on, but I was still exhausted when he came back the next morning. “Hope you had a good night’s sleep mutt; I’m expecting you to do what I asked of you yesterday without any mistakes this time. If you don’t, you’re getting strung up and this time I’ll actually punish you as well. I’m not allowed to scar you, so I think I’ll probably have to restrict myself to twenty lashes.”
He looked like he wanted me to mess up just so he could do that. I would have to do everything I could to not mess up today. But I wasn’t sure how I was going to manage that – hell, I hadn’t even noticed I had moved yesterday! I dropped, painfully, to the ground, as he released my bonds, and I followed him stiffly out of the room. He wasn’t slowing down, so I had to force my aching limbs to obey. We were soon, although far too soon for my tastes, back in the hall. He pointed me towards the same corner, and after looking over my position, he nodded and left.
I truly did my best. My arms and legs were already stiff, so they fell asleep quickly, and since I couldn’t physically move them, I wasn’t too concerned. My tail was also pretty limp today, but I still resolved to keep my mind consciously on keeping it still. It was my wings that were the worst though – they kept threatening to droop, and my entire back was in pain before the slaves’ breakfast was even over.
I tried to make a game of it – I pretended that I was one of my dragon ancestors, and I had to keep perfectly still to catch my prey. That backfired as it only reminded me I hadn’t eaten in over a day. So instead he switched to pretending he was a statue, perhaps trying to impress his friends. It made me wonder how many of my nonhuman friends had made it out of the country. I could only hope they had better luck than I had.
The day seemed to drag, and I kept switching ‘games’ in my head to keep myself still. I felt like it worked, as I didn’t catch my body doing anything against my will. Eventually, I heard steps coming towards where I sat. I didn’t make the same mistake however – I continued to hold the position I was in, even when those feet came to rest in front of me.
For a few unbearable minutes, he said nothing. Finally, however, came the sentence I had been waiting all day for. “You may move. My entire body sagged in relief, and I chanced a quick glance up to gauge his mood.
“You did passably well today. I saw you start to move a few times, but you restrained yourself. I suppose I can let you off without a punishment this once. However, you will report back here each morning when you’re let out of your cage, and remain in this same position until I come for you in the evening. At any point, if you fail, you know what the punishment is“. He snapped his fingers and I gratefully fell in behind him. Every muscle in my body hurt, but I dealt with it because I knew I’d be able to get a meal and sleep once I was back in the damned cage.
The next few days passed the same. I was left to myself all day, and each day it felt harder and harder to keep the pose. Everything hurt, but I knew if I gave in it would just be worse on me. He would switch places on me as well; the worst was one day when he had me right by the door. I was very hard pressed not to flinch every time I thought I was going to get hit or kicked or stepped on. Finally, the last day came, and I waited impatiently for Trainer to come take me back. He seemed pleased with me as he led me back, and I noticed my meal was a bit bigger and even a bit better than normal, I guess as a twisted ‘reward’. I felt pretty pathetic that it really felt that way. I decided right then that if I got out of this and ever had pets (something I couldn’t see myself doing at this point) I would never make them do tricks.
The next morning Trainer didn’t show up, and I went to do chores with the rest of the ‘pets’. I was relieved, and even though my muscles still ached something fierce, they weren’t burning as they had been. Two more days passed before I saw Trainer again. But this time, instead of taking me to the slaves’ dining hall, he led me up. I went up two flights of stairs, and I started to shake. What if this was it? He hadn’t said a word, and that just made me more scared. Finally we reached our destination, and I was surprised to see another dining hall. What was it with him and dining halls? He led me to another corner, and I fell into the pose he had me sit in the last time. He didn’t correct me in words, just pushed my torso up until I was kneeling. He pulled my arms behind my back, and pulled my tail up in a curve. My wings and head he left alone, and I didn’t move them. Without a single word, he walked away. This position was worse than the last – my knees hurt within the hour, and it took more effort to not move my arms or tail. I also felt more noticeable since I was taller in this position.
Sure enough, the guards started commenting on my appearance, and I knew that I was flushed bright red. Luckily none of them could see my face – or so I hoped. The verbal abuse continued during all three meals, as the free humans were restricted to one meal like the slaves were. I was called ‘pet’ and ‘mutt’, but I was almost used to that; the worst was when they started getting lewd, calling me a whore and slut, and saying how much better I would look sucking one of them, and how I was the perfect height for that. I fought to keep my reaction to that hidden; I was terrified they would actually force me to do it. I had heard enough to know I needed to be kept a virgin, but I had no way of knowing if it extended to oral sex or not.
Luckily, the day past without any of the guards making good on their threats, and I retreated to my cage gratefully when Trainer came to get me. The ordeal in the guard’s hall continued for several days, and the comments just got worse. I felt physically ill at some of the things they suggested, as I couldn’t help but think if I wasn’t able to get away, those would all end up happening to me. It got to the point where by the time I was back in my cage I could barely keep my meagre meals down, and I started shaking the moment I left that dreaded room.
A week later, however, it got worse. Before I was allowed out of the cage, Trainer commanded me to touch myself. I just stared at him uncomprehending. “Masturbate, you simpleton. God, I know you’re closer to animals than men, but you should know how to do that at least!” I blushed, but moved to do what he said. It’s not like I had never done that before, I was a teenage boy, but I didn’t like him standing there watching me while I jerked myself off. It also took me an embarrassingly long time to even get hard, which wasn’t exactly surprising given the circumstances. Hell, I had barely even gotten morning wood since I was captured. I was either too cold or too scared most of the time. But eventually my body reacted, and I continued to stroke while Trainer stood there watching critically. I started to wonder if he expected me to put on a show; make it look erotic or like I wanted to do it. Touch luck if he did. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I could feel myself getting close. Just as I felt my orgasm creeping up on me, however, he opened the cage door and slipped a something over my erection. I opened eyes I hadn’t realized had fallen shut and stared down in shock. He had put a fucking cock ring on me! I started to say something, but caught myself at the last minute. Really, it’s not like I should be surprised. Why would he do something purely for my benefit after all?
“That took way too long. I expect you to be able to get yourself ready quicker from now on.” I sighed internally; not really surprised at the command, but upset nonetheless. I was worried as to what was coming next. However, I was shocked to learn that we were simply going back to the guard’s dining room. I got back into the pose he expected, but this time he kicked my legs apart, which to my shame, showed off my throbbing erection to the entire room. I was glad I had to keep my head down; I was mortified to be on display like that. I had gotten used to being naked, but this was on a different level.
And as I expected, the comments were worse, saying how I clearly wanted them, that their comments had gotten me so aroused, and so on. It was the worst day I had dealt with so far – not only was I humiliated, but I ached for release, and my entire body wanted to thrust up and find friction. Finally I heard footsteps coming towards me, and I was thankful I was about to be able to move. What I was expecting was another guard coming up and stroking along my erection. After the long day, I couldn’t stop myself, I moaned and thrust up towards the warm hand. Before I had even completed the movement, however, my collar was grabbed and I was looking eye to eye with Trainer for the first time. He looked disgusted, and I couldn’t help to wonder what he expected of me; he was the one who demanded I make myself aroused and left me in a room full of perverts. He literally dragged me out of the room, and I moaned again, this time in pain. He threw me into the torture room, and proceeded to string me up the way he had that first day. I was shaking, and I could feel tears streaming down my face. I struggled, but it was no use, once again I could barely move, and as he stretched the chains even tighter, I lost even that bit of mobility. I heard him behind me, and it was all I could do to not beg him to stop, but I knew speaking would only make my situation unimaginably worse. I remembered what he said about whipping me, and that was just for moving; I don’t know if he considered that moan as motive for a worse punishment. Finally there was silence behind me and I clenched my teeth, telling myself I wouldn’t make any sounds.
The first strike that hit me had my eyes widening in shock. It hurt, no doubt about that, but it wasn’t a whip, it was a paddle. I dimly remembered him saying he couldn’t scar me, I guessed that was his motivation for the change in punishment. Having never been whipped before, I couldn’t say whether that was a good or bad thing. I withstood the next few hits, but then one came down on the back of my thigh and I couldn’t stop the cry that broke free. I lost count as he continued to rain blows on my back, butt and legs. He even caught the base of my tail a few times, although being protected by scales it didn’t hurt quite as much. Finally the paddle stopped, and I was ashamed to feel fresh tears on my face. But at least it was over – or so I thought. He moved around in front of me, grinning maliciously. He continued the ‘punishment’ on my front, hitting my chest, stomach, and to my horror my still-erect cock. I screamed. I couldn’t help it. And with that stupid ring on, even with all the pain I still wouldn’t go soft. After the first scream, he concentrated on my groin, and I screamed till I was hoarse. Finally, I felt my world going black.
I woke up in my cage, unable to move from the pain. My wrists and ankles were rubbed raw from where I tried to move, and the membranes of my wings were torn where the bands encircled them. Looking down at myself, I could see that my torso and upper legs were all one big, purpling bruise, although it looked like he had been able to keep from breaking skin. My groin was still throbbing, and it was an awful reddish-purple. At least he had taken the cock ring off at some point. More investigation showed that where my tail had been bound had been all but stripped of scales. In short, I looked absolutely awful. I halfheartedly hoped that the person who was supposed to buy me would come today, take one look at me and be utterly repulsed.
After taking a few minutes to inspect myself, I noticed that everyone else was gone already. I was surprised they had let me sleep in and get out of either training or chores, but I guess I wasn’t really surprised. I was physically unable to do either, and if he kept punishing me like he did yesterday (was it yesterday? – I had no way of knowing) then the cycle would just continue.
I forced myself back to sleep, since there wasn’t really any other option, and didn’t wake up until I heard the cage door opening. A dressed human female was standing outside, looking at my critically. “Come on out of there so I can look at you.” She sounded nice; and she hadn’t done the finger snap thing that every other human – even the slaves – did. I obeyed as best I could. She looked over me critically, but not appearing shocked by my appearance. “Stand up so I can get a better look.” I stood, and she rolled her eyes. “I meant stand properly. Don’t worry, you won’t get in trouble if I’m telling you to – the owner and trainer all know better than that.” I stood, slowly, for what had to be the first time in months on two feet. My calves felt weak, and I realized just how much muscle mass I had lost on my lower legs from having to crawl. She obviously noticed how unsteady I was, and she gently guided me to sit on the cage. I cringed, but at the same time, I knew that if I didn’t sit I would just fall over which would hurt more. She looked me over, frowning when she looked down. “Sorry, I know this will hurt, but I have to do this.” She gingerly lifted my penis, feeling along it, and then did the same to each of my balls. She gave a relieved sigh, and I guess that meant there was no permanent harm. I guess she noticed my concern, because she gave me a real smile. “Nothing is damaged, I just needed to check that no capillaries burst, which they didn’t. You’re just, to put it non-medically, very bruised. I think that goes for every part of you, but try to turn around for me so I can check.” I did as she asked, carefully, still not used to being on my feet. I completed the circle, only stopping once when she carefully checked over my wings.
She glanced at the door, and then leaned towards me. “Should you ever find yourself out of those chains, your wings have sustained no permanent harm. She glanced up and looked nervous, “Your horns, however...” I stopped her with a nod and a small smile – I already knew they would never grow to their full length; I didn’t need her to say it again. She reached into her pocket and handed me a bottle of lotion. “Here, you can put this on yourself, wherever you can reach. I’ll do what you can’t, and I promise I’ll do my best not to hurt you.” The look of shocked confusion on my face must have made my question obvious. She smiled bitterly. “You are hardly the first they have ‘trained’ in this barbaric manner, and I doubt you’ll be the last. They know better than to let any of you go without medical attention however, they are too greedy to lose a sale because of a scar, bruise, or limp.”
I finished smothering what skin I could reach in the salve, and handed the bottle back to her. She finished up my back for me and slipped the bottle back in her pocket. “I need to leave now, so if you could get back in?” I nodded and after a stretch that would have felt wonderful if it wasn’t for all the bruises, crawled back into the cage. She closed the door and looked down at me with a sad smile. She was really quite pretty, and I found myself unexpectedly thinking of my sister, how she would look after me when I did something stupid and didn’t want my parents to find out. Too bad this wasn’t a similar situation; without her even telling me, I knew she could do nothing to save me. I could tell, by her actions and words, if she could save me and all the others trapped here she would have already done so. With a whispered ‘I’m sorry’, she was gone, and with the salve soothing my muscles I once again fell asleep.
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