Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ To Freedom ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Divanora 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Psychological / Angst / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 6.4K | Visits: 345 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Psychological / Angst / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 6.4K | Visits: 345 | Status: Work In Progress
I slept on and off for two days, measured only by the meals I received. The third morning I woke up Trainer came back, and acted like nothing had happened. He made me get myself hard again, slipped on the ring, and led me back to that hated room. I just prayed no one would touch me again. For the first day, no one did; the next few days I had to deal with touches on my wings, my arms, even my tail, but no one touched my erection, so I was able to keep myself still. The days blended together with just small changes to what position I was forced to remain in. All of them were humiliating and uncomfortable though, so that really made no difference to me.
Eventually, however, the molesting hands came back full force. I managed to keep myself from vocalizing anything, and didn’t move except for the twitches my cock gave, and I really hoped that those didn’t count, since I don’t think there’s a male alive who can control that. I was still petrified by the end of the day, however. Luckily, Trainer just came, gave me the command that I could relax, and led me back down to the cage. I never once finished myself off, even though I wanted to so badly. I had no idea if I was allowed, and no way of finding out, and the beating was still fresh in my mind. It wasn’t worth it; I let the cold floor of the cage take care of my erections when I returned each night.
The days continued like this, and amazingly, I learned to tolerate all of the touches. I just reminded myself that it could be worse. I was able to let my mind wander, thinking back to when I was home with my family. Logically, I knew they were all gone, but since I didn’t have any proof, I couldn’t bring myself to grieve for them. So I allowed myself to drift into memories of happier times. I thought of my friends, which was actually easier, as I had a lot of human friends who would still be alive and well. I even indulged in a few fantasies where my father was alive and swept in to rescue me. It had been a while since I had idolized my father like that, but in this case I think I was allowed to place him on a pedestal.
Trainer would switch up the days, some going to the guard's mess hall to pose and other going to clean with the other 'pets'. I wondered how long this was going to go on - one of the worst parts of this whole experience was that I didn't know what was coming next. Oh, I had vague ideas of what was going to happen which I hoped to avoid at any cost, but no time line or anything definite. I kept trying to count the days, but I had lost track in the cell, without being able to know when it was day or night, and there were all the times I was unconscious as well. Even now, where I could count the days, I tended to lose count because they all bled into each other.
They slowly replaced the 'pets' that left too. Most of these were as numb as the rest, but there was one other boy who I could tell wasn't broken yet, just going along with it like I was. The previous night they had brought in another girl - most likely a Were from the lack of any obvious differences from a human - and she had the same look as the boy and I. The other thing I noticed was that they were wearing gold-looking collars, where I was wearing what appeared to be silver and the rest were wearing basic iron. I doubted they wasted real gold and silver on the collars, but I knew it was to differentiate us from the other, broken ‘pets’. I had figured out from the conversations that mine either meant I wasn't for sale, or that I was a virgin, so I had to wonder what the gold meant. It had to be something similar to mine – maybe they were either both purchased, or they were both virgins but fair game to any of the buyers. I really hoped it wasn’t the second; although the girl looked about twelve and the boy only around nine or ten, so it’s not like any previous experience would necessarily be pleasant.
I quickly found out the girl was fighting this as best she could. She wasn’t dumb enough to talk or try to stand, although perhaps it was just that she had already lost both of those abilities. But she would fight with the trainers, she slacked off when cleaning, and I think she spent more nights in that torture chamber than she did in the cage. She was always covered in bruises, but she was still fighting. Personally, I thought it was stupid. Really, what was the point in fighting at this point? It’s not like any of her rebellion helped her escape; it just got her more injured. The boy was sullen about his situation, I could tell he wanted to rebel, but I guess he realized what I had; we had no magic or abilities available to us, we were trapped underground, and there were several dozen guards just on the lower levels between us and freedom. Even if we were to get out – where would we go? We’d be naked, malnourished, and without any idea of where we were. Plus, the collars cleared marked us as slaves, even if being nonhuman didn’t automatically do so. We'd find ourselves right back here, or in a similar or even worse position.
A little over a week after the new arrivals came, I was in the guard’s mess hall when there was the sound of a fight outside the room. I heard shouting coming towards me, and it was all I could do to not look up at what was happening. My resolve was lost when I heard a scream, although I was only able to only twitch my head so I could look without being obvious about it. I prayed Trainer wouldn’t notice the small lapse with everything else going on.
“LET ME GO!! LET ME GO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” Not surprisingly, the new girl came dashing into the room, guards behind her. They were barely breaking a sweat, and I realized they had actually herded her in this direction. Following the guards came two trainers, one headed towards the cornered girl and the other dragged the new boy behind him. He was trying to still look brave, but I could tell he was terrified.
“Let go of my brother assholes! You can’t do these, we’re PEOPLE! This is ILLEGAL!” I had a really bad feeling about this, but Trainer still hadn’t showed up to take me out of here, so I was forced to watch what was going to happen. But at least I knew why she was so determined to get out of here – she was trying to protect her little brother. My gut lurched, and it was all I could do to keep from throwing up what little I had in my stomach. I thought of my own sister, and knew she would have tried to do whatever she needed to protect me, too.
They had restrained her by now, chaining her arms up above her head and pulling her entire body up on her toes. Her legs had been spread, and I recognized the position from when Trainer had paddled me. I assumed though, that no matter how bad that had seemed what that girl was about to go through would be far worse. Her brother, meanwhile, was tied up on the floor across from me. He was sniffling, and I realized part of the punishment was to watch what they were going to do to his sister. I wanted to comfort him, but I was too scared of being punished myself to move. It’s not like they’d allow it anyway.
Another trainer that I hadn’t seen before came up to the small boy with a cruel smile. The boy started shaking, and even tried to move away when the man reached out to him, but it didn’t do anything to help. He grabbed the boy by the collar, and pushed his head down. Using his other hand, he stuck something into the boy’s ass. I couldn’t tell what it was, but once the boy let out a ragged moan, and not one completely of pain, I realized it had to be some sort of sex toy. He gave the small penis a few good strokes, and the kid hardened quickly, the stimulation too much, even with his fear. He glanced over his shoulder, not taking his hand off the boy. “Ready with the girl?”
“Yea, she’s all set. Don’t worry, I’ve told the boys to keep it to the back door.”
“Good, good.” He looked back at the Were in front of him. “Enjoy the show, boy.” He strode over to the other Were, and grabbed a whip that had been put on the table. He started whipping her, but I could see he was still being careful not to actually break skin. I guess that was something to be grateful for at least. It didn’t sound like she thought so of course, she was crying and trying to get away from the lash. A few of the other trainers were gathered around the front of her, and while I couldn’t see it, I could tell from her small gasps of pain what they were doing. Eventually, the first man handed the whip over and reached for his belt. I really didn’t want to see this, but at this point, I just couldn’t bring myself to look away. He came up behind her, and spread her cheeks. The trainer must have made some comment I couldn’t hear, because the rest of them broke out laughing. Without any sort of preparation, he slammed his entire length into the girl’s ass. She screamed even though the gag, and without giving her a second, starting pumping into her. Her entire body was shaking, and could tell she was sobbing. It was disgusting – I realized what he had meant now. They were going to take turns raping her ass, so they could still claim her as a virgin. It was sickening, that they would go to such lengths for money. I heard sobs coming from in front of me, and I could see the poor boy crying as he was forced to watch them violate his sister. To make it even worse, he was still hard from the toy inside him. He didn’t have a cock ring on, so it seemed to me that they were going to let him actually come with that as well. What was happening to the female Were may be more physically painful, but I didn’t doubt that the boy was going to have just as much emotional scarring as she was.
The other trainers had taken up whipping the front of her, and her sobs had quieted down, although from the movement of her shoulders I could tell she was still crying. It finally hit me – that was going to be my fate if I couldn’t get out of here. I was going to get violated just like that, and while I might not have a line of men waiting to rape me, it didn’t make the fact that I was going to lose my virginity in such a cruel matter any easier to stomach.
Eventually, I lost the battle to keep my stomach in line, and afterwards, I just slumped down. It’s not like Trainer wasn’t going to know I had moved, so there was no point in remaining in that awful position. None of them were paying any attention to me anyway, thankfully. The boy had had several orgasms, each time accompanied by cries and struggling. A lot of the guards and trainers had come over and groped him as well, although they didn’t go any further than they had with me. I had retreated so far into myself; I barely noticed when Trainer came to get me. He just sighed and yanked me up.
“Come on then, let’s go.”
I was bewildered. He wasn’t going to beat me? It was pretty obvious I had moved. I went through the routine in a daze, and was about to start eating when Trainer started to talk.
“You will be punished for breaking pose – it’s just being postponed because you’re clearly not in the right state of mind for it to even register. “
The next morning, I realized part of my punishment was to see the after effects of the Weres’ punishment. The boy was led back into the room, the girl carried and tossed unceremoniously into her cage. The younger Were couldn’t stop shaking, and the look in his eyes was beyond disturbing. Hours later, when I had returned from cleaning, the girl was awake, and instead of the rebellious thing she had been, her gaze was just as empty as the others.
Randomly, at night, we would be woken up by her screams. It made me wonder how much worse things had gotten once I left, but then realized I was probably better off not knowing. I was punished again, but it wasn’t as bad as the first time. I still passed out, but I was able to move the following day, and because of that I was sent back to cleaning instead of waiting for the nurse.
One day, our cleaning was cut short, and we found ourselves being herded back to the bathing room. There were a few trainers in there waiting for us, and they quickly and roughly washed us off. We weren’t taken back to the cages; instead, they swapped the iron – and my silver – collars for fancier things. They attached leashes to us, not that they were really needed except in my case, and let out. Everyone one of the ‘pets’ was clearly nonhuman, besides myself there were a few fairies with their iridescent wings, a couple kitsune, a Graela female that had arrived a few days back, and a few of the more exotic looking Fae. We went up, past the guard’s dining hall, and continued to go up. As the halls became more luxurious I realized we were going into the manor proper, and I did my best to take everything in, wanting to know everything I could just in case a chance to get away ever came up.
We finally came up to two double doors, with guards positioned outside. Trainer was there, and he pulled me aside and whispered in my ear. “Last test, trust me, you don’t want to fuck this one up. You also will not take this off.” He wrapped something around my waist, and I realized that it was a nearly see-through wrap. It really didn’t do anything to hide, well, anything, but it was the first clothing I had worn since I had arrived, so I really didn’t care. I realized that it wasn’t done out of kindness however – Trainer was just afraid enough of the person who had bought me that he wasn’t about to compromise my virtue. It also made ne nervous that he felt he needed to do something like that, so my relief at being slightly covered was lost.
Trainer led me into a huge ballroom, gaudily decorated and overly gilt with gold and jewels. I thought it looked ridiculously tacky – if I had that sort of money, I’d use it for better things that an overdone room. But then again, someone who nonchalantly bought and sold people couldn’t be expected to have good taste or logic. The others were getting set up – some posing as I had before, and some being urged to stand and take trays of food and drinks in hand. I was led to a fairly central location, and put in one of the more submissive poses I had ‘learned’ over the last few weeks.
Finally the trainers were satisfied and filed out. I reminded myself it couldn’t get worse than it had in the past, and being around what were clearly more important people I might be able to find out more about my situation. After what seemed like hours I finally heard voices coming towards the room, and a few moments later the guards swung the doors open. The ‘owner’ stepped inside, followed by a couple dozen other wealthy looking men. The spread out around the room, some lounging on the couches, others going for the refreshments some of the nonhumans held, and a few even starting to go right for the kneeling slaves. I realized quickly why the wrap I was wearing was so important; the others just ignored what those few were doing and continued their conversations. I was disappointed that most were about trade or business dealings; nothing that would help me. I did hear the name of my soon to be ‘master’ mentioned a few times, but I realized fairly quickly he himself wasn’t actually present. I was almost upset about that – if he had been here, at least I could have gotten an idea of what sort of man he was.
I had zoned out, as I had taken to doing while posing, and ignored the hands. They weren’t much different than the guards anyway; instead of being rough from years of sword work, they were smooth but most were wearing rings, so it ended up feelings mostly the same. I realized how bad it was that I had gotten used to old men feeling me up, but I couldn’t bring myself to care too much about it. Compared to what they could be doing, being felt up was the least of my concerns.
Finally an interesting conversation came up, and I roused myself out of the daze I was in. They were talking about Catonia and the new King. Apparently, he was a great leader. The economy was starting to bounce back, he had passed a lot of favourable laws, and apparently the leaders of Taylon were going to enter into an alliance with him. Well, at least I knew what country I was in now, so I knew which direction to run if I got out of here. Even from what I was hearing, other than his rather effective genocide, marked him as a good king. Too bad I was one of the people his prejudice was supposed to be against. It pissed me off – everyone left there was living a great life now, and here I was being forced to be fancy furniture and my parents were dead. Apparently one of the agreements they wanted to put in place was that instead of having King Kalen just kill the nonhumans, he should sell them over to Taylon as slaves. I wondered if that would happen – it would give the king and the country more money, and as it was obvious that he wanted us dead, I couldn’t see why he wouldn’t resign us to a fate worse than death.
I didn’t even have to think about it. If I could have just drowned with my parents it would have been better. Yea, right now things weren’t bad, but I wasn’t deluding myself about it staying this way, and while I was still determined to try to get away before anything worse could happen, I was realistic enough to realize there was only a small chance of me succeeding.
Unfortunately, the rest of the conversation was boring and uninformative. Hell, even if it was one of my father’s business gatherings I probably would have been bored to tears. The upside of being a living statue was that I didn’t have to pretend to be interesting, at least.
Hours later, most of the drinks were gone, nearly everyone had sated themselves on at least one of the ‘pets’ in the room, and the men were slowly trickling out. Once everyone was out, the trainers filtered back in to collect us. We were led straight back to the cages, Trainer tugged off my wrap, and changed the collar back to the heavy fake silver one. I ate the meal that was left for me – the last week or so I had been getting liquid only, but I knew better than to pass anything up at this point. It only took me a few minutes to fall asleep.
The next morning came far too fast, and I was barely able to stumble to an upright position before I was being led by Trainer. I barely restrained a groan. I’d much rather be cleaning than having to pose all day when I had just had to do it last night. With my luck I’d fall asleep. That was probably why he was doing it though – this was probably still part of my ‘test’. He put me in one of the worst poses he had come up with as well – up on the balls of my feet, hands braced on the small of my back, tail up, and wings spread as far as they could go. It was uncomfortable for just a few minutes; sitting like that for hours after having to do nearly as bad a pose for hours the previous night, I had little hope I’d last the day.
By the time the guards had come in for their noon meal, my legs were twitching. I was trying to relax, to stay as still as possible, but I was slowly losing the battle. I could remember my last whipping though, and I didn’t want to go through that again. I almost felt like crying – I was trying my hardest, but my body just wouldn’t obey.
The door opened and I saw Trainer coming towards me. My heart started racing – he must have seen my legs twitching. I was going to go back to that horrible room again. He snapped his fingers, and I was happy to drop back down and follow him, even though my stomach was flipping at the thought of what was coming next.
Not surprisingly, he brought me back to the torture room, and strung me up as he had before. He didn’t seem too mad though, so hopefully it would be more like the second time than the first time. I heard him behind me, and I tried to relax myself so that the hits didn’t hurt so much. It didn’t work. It still hurt, and I found myself screaming before long. Eventually, he must have gotten annoyed by my screaming, because he shoved a foul smelling and tasting gag in my mouth. The beating continued longer than the first one, but he was more careful this time – my entire body felt bruised, but he didn’t cause enough pain for me to black out again. I found myself wishing I would.
Finally, however, he ceased the whipping, and I waited for him to take the disgusting rag out of my mouth and let me down. Instead he walked towards the door. I must have made some sort of sound, because he paused and looked back at me.
“You were crying? Pathetic. Don’t expect such mild punishments when you get to your real owner. I’m restricted by not being able to cause scars or permanent harm. He can do whatever he wants. You’ll be wishing you were back here if you ever piss him off.” With a sneer, he turned and left, and I was stuck behind to remain like that all night.
I expected Trainer to come back the following morning, but he never did. A human slave came, and fed me water, and replaced the gag, and he was the only person I saw all day. Two days passed, and finally Trainer came back. Instead of leading me back to the cages though, he led me to the washroom where not one but two tubs were waiting. He took it upon himself to rub me down, and he was rough. With my still sore muscles, I was in more pain from the bath than I had been after the punishment. The worst was when he came to my privates; he was just as rough and thorough down there, and to my utter humiliation he actually stuck a washcloth into my ass and forced it around. I grit my teeth and bore it, knowing that struggling or making a sound would just make it worse. Since he didn’t particularly look like he was enjoying the job I wasn’t about to risk it. He pulled me out of the tub, and dumped a few buckets of water over me to rinse off any soap he had missed. Once I was more or less dry, he went to a shelf on the wall and grabbed a vial; bringing it back, he pushed me down until my face was pressed against the floor and my ass in the air. I felt something cold touching me, and then liquid slipping inside. It burned and I couldn’t help hissing in pained surprise. Apparently he had just poured scented oil into me. I was pretty sure that stuff wasn’t supposed to be used inside the body. It sure felt like it shouldn’t be.
I was led back to the cage after that and I was surprised to see a blanket laid down in it. There was still only water, but I drank that anyway. I tried to force myself to sleep, but I was too nervous. I tried to ignore it, but there was only one reason I could think of that I would have been washed so thoroughly and ‘pampered’ with a blanket – the person who was to be my ‘owner’ was coming for me. I could feel myself panicking, and I forced myself to take deep breaths before I hyperventilated. As much as I had no desire to stay here, I didn’t want to go face more abuse with someone unknown.
At some point I must have fallen asleep, because I was woken up to the sounds of the trainers and slaves coming in to get the rest of the pets. I had a feeling I was going to be left behind, and not surprisingly, I was left in peace. I decided to take the time I could to get more sleep. What must have been a few hours later, if the light coming in was any indication, I heard the door open and I felt ill. I was shocked when I saw it was the nurse from a few weeks ago. She urged me out of the cage, with a sad smile.
“Come on hun, I need to check you over. Any aches or pains?” I shook my head no; I wanted to say yes, but I wasn’t in any pain, and procrastinating would probably only make things worse. Plus, I had a feeling that any deception on my part would be seen through very quickly. She poked and prodded me all over, but it wasn’t unlike the physicals I had to get at home. She shoved some herbs into my hand discretely, before lowering her voice again.
“Alright, now, take this; it’s both a painkiller and a relaxant. You and I both know you’ll need it, so might as well take it now. And trust me when I saw, if you have a chance, try to get yourself prepared.” She shook her head sadly. “I’d say good luck, but that would be pointless wouldn’t it.” She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and then she was off. I hoped she got out of here; it was obvious, even if she wasn’t a slave, she was trapped here just as surely as we were.
I quickly swallowed the herbs she had given me; she was right when she said we both knew what was coming. My stomach turned again, and I was happy that there wasn’t anything in it to throw up. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t been given any solid food in several days.
I shifted restlessly for the next few hours, trying to get back to sleep, but my mind was too active. It also took awhile for the herbs to start working; I hoped that meant that they would still be working once I...needed them. My stomach flipped again, and I felt ill. This waiting was going to send me into a nervous breakdown. I almost wish that all those preparations hadn’t been made; being blindsided in something like this would have been better. At least then I wouldn’t have been sitting here thinking of all the different scenarios I could find myself in shortly.
I was embarrassed when I was so lost in my thoughts that I jumped at the sound of the door opening. I heard the sound of the owner coming into the room, with another voice. I looked up; I needed to see the one I owed my current misery to.
The man radiated power, that much was certain. He was also huge. I’d be tempted to say he had giant blood in him if this place wasn’t so prejudiced. The man had to be nearly six and a half feet, and he was built to go along with it. He clearly took care of himself, which meant that even before my capture I wouldn’t have stood a chance physically. Now it would be like a mild breeze against a mountain. His eyes were hard and nearly black, and even though I had assumed it before, now I knew he would be cruel and unyielding. I started to feel myself panicking again; I needed to find a way to get out of here before we made it to his home. I wouldn’t be able to survive as that man’s pet.
They were nearly in front of me, and I was doing everything I could to keep from mantling my wings. My body wanted to go into full defensive mode, but I knew that would be a Very Bad idea. He seemed to be happy with what he saw, which I hoped was a good thing for me. The owner opened the cage, and snapped his fingers. Willing my limbs to stop shaking, I slowly made my way out of the cage. The second I was out of it, the only thing I wanted was to retreat back in. He walked around me, and I was reminded of the way my mother used to look at the horses she was thinking of buying. It would have been funny if it wasn’t so accurate. I was an animal to him – a creature with two uses; as a status symbol and for sex. He ran his fingers over my wings, my tail, and my ass. I felt the tip of his finger against me, and I went completely stiff. He didn’t really mean to do that right here, did he? I wasn’t ready. I would never be ready, not for that, but I at least didn’t want to be violated in front of an audience. It seemed though, he was just checking to make sure that I really was a virgin, at least in that area, because he chuckled at my reaction and removed his finger.
He came back and knelt down in from of me. He inspected my horns, and face, and I realized that I had gone red in embarrassment. At least he didn’t seem to care about this, because he stood and looked back at the owner.
“It seems like you did a satisfactory job. Tamed, but not broken, as requested. The rest of your money will delivered tomorrow by Saynath.”
I could hear the annoyance in the owner’s voice. “Thank you, Lord Maeslin, but is it possible to send a human with the money? It’s not your judgement I distrust, but it’s just a Were, it could shift and be gone.”
The Lord laughed. “You don’t have to worry about Saynath slithering off with your money. He is bound to me; he couldn’t go anywhere if he wanted to. And since we have similar tastes in common, I doubt he would want to anyway.”
“Of course, my Lord. I will have my men bring it out to your carriage.”
The two men strode off, and I nearly collapsed. Two of the guards came over; one clipped a leash to my collar, and led me from the room. We went up; past the human slave quarters, past the guard’s dining room I had spent so much time in, through the ballroom I had been in not three days ago.
Finally, we were at the main doors, and I was nearly blinded when we walked outside. I had been so long since I had been outside. I wanted to cry, and more than anything I wanted to fly – lift my wings, take to the air and never look back. My wings even twitched, which just reminded me of my bound state. Why did I ever think there would be a chance to escape? How would I be able to get away when I was being watched by two armed guards, naked, and bound by chains? So with barely any resistance, I followed the guards to the waiting carriage. I was surprised to see it was pulled by matched Pegasi. This guy really went all out. The one closer to me looked back and gave me a pitying glance. I suppose that being treated like a dumb beast and forced to pull a carriage beat the hell out of being used as s sex slave any day.
My climb into the carriage wasn’t graceful by any means, but I managed. I got one last glimpse at the hellhole that had been my ‘home’ for the past several months, and then the door was closed. I felt the same Pegasus kick the carriage, and I climbed carefully onto the seat and opened the small window in the front of the carriage.
“Listen, kid, the oh-so-mighty lord is going to want you sitting all curled up and pretty on the floor when he gets in. He likes to get a good first punishment in, so I figured I’d let you know how to get out of at least this trap.”
I nodded my understanding and mouthed thanks. I didn’t know if this Lord Maeslin expected silence from the rest of his nonhuman slaves, but I was sure that it would probably have gone badly for him if he had been caught, and I appreciated the gesture. I arranged myself on the floor like the Pegasus had suggested, and before too long Lord Maeslin was climbing in. I heard a few guards get onto the back of the carriage, and then we were off.
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Eventually, however, the molesting hands came back full force. I managed to keep myself from vocalizing anything, and didn’t move except for the twitches my cock gave, and I really hoped that those didn’t count, since I don’t think there’s a male alive who can control that. I was still petrified by the end of the day, however. Luckily, Trainer just came, gave me the command that I could relax, and led me back down to the cage. I never once finished myself off, even though I wanted to so badly. I had no idea if I was allowed, and no way of finding out, and the beating was still fresh in my mind. It wasn’t worth it; I let the cold floor of the cage take care of my erections when I returned each night.
The days continued like this, and amazingly, I learned to tolerate all of the touches. I just reminded myself that it could be worse. I was able to let my mind wander, thinking back to when I was home with my family. Logically, I knew they were all gone, but since I didn’t have any proof, I couldn’t bring myself to grieve for them. So I allowed myself to drift into memories of happier times. I thought of my friends, which was actually easier, as I had a lot of human friends who would still be alive and well. I even indulged in a few fantasies where my father was alive and swept in to rescue me. It had been a while since I had idolized my father like that, but in this case I think I was allowed to place him on a pedestal.
Trainer would switch up the days, some going to the guard's mess hall to pose and other going to clean with the other 'pets'. I wondered how long this was going to go on - one of the worst parts of this whole experience was that I didn't know what was coming next. Oh, I had vague ideas of what was going to happen which I hoped to avoid at any cost, but no time line or anything definite. I kept trying to count the days, but I had lost track in the cell, without being able to know when it was day or night, and there were all the times I was unconscious as well. Even now, where I could count the days, I tended to lose count because they all bled into each other.
They slowly replaced the 'pets' that left too. Most of these were as numb as the rest, but there was one other boy who I could tell wasn't broken yet, just going along with it like I was. The previous night they had brought in another girl - most likely a Were from the lack of any obvious differences from a human - and she had the same look as the boy and I. The other thing I noticed was that they were wearing gold-looking collars, where I was wearing what appeared to be silver and the rest were wearing basic iron. I doubted they wasted real gold and silver on the collars, but I knew it was to differentiate us from the other, broken ‘pets’. I had figured out from the conversations that mine either meant I wasn't for sale, or that I was a virgin, so I had to wonder what the gold meant. It had to be something similar to mine – maybe they were either both purchased, or they were both virgins but fair game to any of the buyers. I really hoped it wasn’t the second; although the girl looked about twelve and the boy only around nine or ten, so it’s not like any previous experience would necessarily be pleasant.
I quickly found out the girl was fighting this as best she could. She wasn’t dumb enough to talk or try to stand, although perhaps it was just that she had already lost both of those abilities. But she would fight with the trainers, she slacked off when cleaning, and I think she spent more nights in that torture chamber than she did in the cage. She was always covered in bruises, but she was still fighting. Personally, I thought it was stupid. Really, what was the point in fighting at this point? It’s not like any of her rebellion helped her escape; it just got her more injured. The boy was sullen about his situation, I could tell he wanted to rebel, but I guess he realized what I had; we had no magic or abilities available to us, we were trapped underground, and there were several dozen guards just on the lower levels between us and freedom. Even if we were to get out – where would we go? We’d be naked, malnourished, and without any idea of where we were. Plus, the collars cleared marked us as slaves, even if being nonhuman didn’t automatically do so. We'd find ourselves right back here, or in a similar or even worse position.
A little over a week after the new arrivals came, I was in the guard’s mess hall when there was the sound of a fight outside the room. I heard shouting coming towards me, and it was all I could do to not look up at what was happening. My resolve was lost when I heard a scream, although I was only able to only twitch my head so I could look without being obvious about it. I prayed Trainer wouldn’t notice the small lapse with everything else going on.
“LET ME GO!! LET ME GO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” Not surprisingly, the new girl came dashing into the room, guards behind her. They were barely breaking a sweat, and I realized they had actually herded her in this direction. Following the guards came two trainers, one headed towards the cornered girl and the other dragged the new boy behind him. He was trying to still look brave, but I could tell he was terrified.
“Let go of my brother assholes! You can’t do these, we’re PEOPLE! This is ILLEGAL!” I had a really bad feeling about this, but Trainer still hadn’t showed up to take me out of here, so I was forced to watch what was going to happen. But at least I knew why she was so determined to get out of here – she was trying to protect her little brother. My gut lurched, and it was all I could do to keep from throwing up what little I had in my stomach. I thought of my own sister, and knew she would have tried to do whatever she needed to protect me, too.
They had restrained her by now, chaining her arms up above her head and pulling her entire body up on her toes. Her legs had been spread, and I recognized the position from when Trainer had paddled me. I assumed though, that no matter how bad that had seemed what that girl was about to go through would be far worse. Her brother, meanwhile, was tied up on the floor across from me. He was sniffling, and I realized part of the punishment was to watch what they were going to do to his sister. I wanted to comfort him, but I was too scared of being punished myself to move. It’s not like they’d allow it anyway.
Another trainer that I hadn’t seen before came up to the small boy with a cruel smile. The boy started shaking, and even tried to move away when the man reached out to him, but it didn’t do anything to help. He grabbed the boy by the collar, and pushed his head down. Using his other hand, he stuck something into the boy’s ass. I couldn’t tell what it was, but once the boy let out a ragged moan, and not one completely of pain, I realized it had to be some sort of sex toy. He gave the small penis a few good strokes, and the kid hardened quickly, the stimulation too much, even with his fear. He glanced over his shoulder, not taking his hand off the boy. “Ready with the girl?”
“Yea, she’s all set. Don’t worry, I’ve told the boys to keep it to the back door.”
“Good, good.” He looked back at the Were in front of him. “Enjoy the show, boy.” He strode over to the other Were, and grabbed a whip that had been put on the table. He started whipping her, but I could see he was still being careful not to actually break skin. I guess that was something to be grateful for at least. It didn’t sound like she thought so of course, she was crying and trying to get away from the lash. A few of the other trainers were gathered around the front of her, and while I couldn’t see it, I could tell from her small gasps of pain what they were doing. Eventually, the first man handed the whip over and reached for his belt. I really didn’t want to see this, but at this point, I just couldn’t bring myself to look away. He came up behind her, and spread her cheeks. The trainer must have made some comment I couldn’t hear, because the rest of them broke out laughing. Without any sort of preparation, he slammed his entire length into the girl’s ass. She screamed even though the gag, and without giving her a second, starting pumping into her. Her entire body was shaking, and could tell she was sobbing. It was disgusting – I realized what he had meant now. They were going to take turns raping her ass, so they could still claim her as a virgin. It was sickening, that they would go to such lengths for money. I heard sobs coming from in front of me, and I could see the poor boy crying as he was forced to watch them violate his sister. To make it even worse, he was still hard from the toy inside him. He didn’t have a cock ring on, so it seemed to me that they were going to let him actually come with that as well. What was happening to the female Were may be more physically painful, but I didn’t doubt that the boy was going to have just as much emotional scarring as she was.
The other trainers had taken up whipping the front of her, and her sobs had quieted down, although from the movement of her shoulders I could tell she was still crying. It finally hit me – that was going to be my fate if I couldn’t get out of here. I was going to get violated just like that, and while I might not have a line of men waiting to rape me, it didn’t make the fact that I was going to lose my virginity in such a cruel matter any easier to stomach.
Eventually, I lost the battle to keep my stomach in line, and afterwards, I just slumped down. It’s not like Trainer wasn’t going to know I had moved, so there was no point in remaining in that awful position. None of them were paying any attention to me anyway, thankfully. The boy had had several orgasms, each time accompanied by cries and struggling. A lot of the guards and trainers had come over and groped him as well, although they didn’t go any further than they had with me. I had retreated so far into myself; I barely noticed when Trainer came to get me. He just sighed and yanked me up.
“Come on then, let’s go.”
I was bewildered. He wasn’t going to beat me? It was pretty obvious I had moved. I went through the routine in a daze, and was about to start eating when Trainer started to talk.
“You will be punished for breaking pose – it’s just being postponed because you’re clearly not in the right state of mind for it to even register. “
The next morning, I realized part of my punishment was to see the after effects of the Weres’ punishment. The boy was led back into the room, the girl carried and tossed unceremoniously into her cage. The younger Were couldn’t stop shaking, and the look in his eyes was beyond disturbing. Hours later, when I had returned from cleaning, the girl was awake, and instead of the rebellious thing she had been, her gaze was just as empty as the others.
Randomly, at night, we would be woken up by her screams. It made me wonder how much worse things had gotten once I left, but then realized I was probably better off not knowing. I was punished again, but it wasn’t as bad as the first time. I still passed out, but I was able to move the following day, and because of that I was sent back to cleaning instead of waiting for the nurse.
One day, our cleaning was cut short, and we found ourselves being herded back to the bathing room. There were a few trainers in there waiting for us, and they quickly and roughly washed us off. We weren’t taken back to the cages; instead, they swapped the iron – and my silver – collars for fancier things. They attached leashes to us, not that they were really needed except in my case, and let out. Everyone one of the ‘pets’ was clearly nonhuman, besides myself there were a few fairies with their iridescent wings, a couple kitsune, a Graela female that had arrived a few days back, and a few of the more exotic looking Fae. We went up, past the guard’s dining hall, and continued to go up. As the halls became more luxurious I realized we were going into the manor proper, and I did my best to take everything in, wanting to know everything I could just in case a chance to get away ever came up.
We finally came up to two double doors, with guards positioned outside. Trainer was there, and he pulled me aside and whispered in my ear. “Last test, trust me, you don’t want to fuck this one up. You also will not take this off.” He wrapped something around my waist, and I realized that it was a nearly see-through wrap. It really didn’t do anything to hide, well, anything, but it was the first clothing I had worn since I had arrived, so I really didn’t care. I realized that it wasn’t done out of kindness however – Trainer was just afraid enough of the person who had bought me that he wasn’t about to compromise my virtue. It also made ne nervous that he felt he needed to do something like that, so my relief at being slightly covered was lost.
Trainer led me into a huge ballroom, gaudily decorated and overly gilt with gold and jewels. I thought it looked ridiculously tacky – if I had that sort of money, I’d use it for better things that an overdone room. But then again, someone who nonchalantly bought and sold people couldn’t be expected to have good taste or logic. The others were getting set up – some posing as I had before, and some being urged to stand and take trays of food and drinks in hand. I was led to a fairly central location, and put in one of the more submissive poses I had ‘learned’ over the last few weeks.
Finally the trainers were satisfied and filed out. I reminded myself it couldn’t get worse than it had in the past, and being around what were clearly more important people I might be able to find out more about my situation. After what seemed like hours I finally heard voices coming towards the room, and a few moments later the guards swung the doors open. The ‘owner’ stepped inside, followed by a couple dozen other wealthy looking men. The spread out around the room, some lounging on the couches, others going for the refreshments some of the nonhumans held, and a few even starting to go right for the kneeling slaves. I realized quickly why the wrap I was wearing was so important; the others just ignored what those few were doing and continued their conversations. I was disappointed that most were about trade or business dealings; nothing that would help me. I did hear the name of my soon to be ‘master’ mentioned a few times, but I realized fairly quickly he himself wasn’t actually present. I was almost upset about that – if he had been here, at least I could have gotten an idea of what sort of man he was.
I had zoned out, as I had taken to doing while posing, and ignored the hands. They weren’t much different than the guards anyway; instead of being rough from years of sword work, they were smooth but most were wearing rings, so it ended up feelings mostly the same. I realized how bad it was that I had gotten used to old men feeling me up, but I couldn’t bring myself to care too much about it. Compared to what they could be doing, being felt up was the least of my concerns.
Finally an interesting conversation came up, and I roused myself out of the daze I was in. They were talking about Catonia and the new King. Apparently, he was a great leader. The economy was starting to bounce back, he had passed a lot of favourable laws, and apparently the leaders of Taylon were going to enter into an alliance with him. Well, at least I knew what country I was in now, so I knew which direction to run if I got out of here. Even from what I was hearing, other than his rather effective genocide, marked him as a good king. Too bad I was one of the people his prejudice was supposed to be against. It pissed me off – everyone left there was living a great life now, and here I was being forced to be fancy furniture and my parents were dead. Apparently one of the agreements they wanted to put in place was that instead of having King Kalen just kill the nonhumans, he should sell them over to Taylon as slaves. I wondered if that would happen – it would give the king and the country more money, and as it was obvious that he wanted us dead, I couldn’t see why he wouldn’t resign us to a fate worse than death.
I didn’t even have to think about it. If I could have just drowned with my parents it would have been better. Yea, right now things weren’t bad, but I wasn’t deluding myself about it staying this way, and while I was still determined to try to get away before anything worse could happen, I was realistic enough to realize there was only a small chance of me succeeding.
Unfortunately, the rest of the conversation was boring and uninformative. Hell, even if it was one of my father’s business gatherings I probably would have been bored to tears. The upside of being a living statue was that I didn’t have to pretend to be interesting, at least.
Hours later, most of the drinks were gone, nearly everyone had sated themselves on at least one of the ‘pets’ in the room, and the men were slowly trickling out. Once everyone was out, the trainers filtered back in to collect us. We were led straight back to the cages, Trainer tugged off my wrap, and changed the collar back to the heavy fake silver one. I ate the meal that was left for me – the last week or so I had been getting liquid only, but I knew better than to pass anything up at this point. It only took me a few minutes to fall asleep.
The next morning came far too fast, and I was barely able to stumble to an upright position before I was being led by Trainer. I barely restrained a groan. I’d much rather be cleaning than having to pose all day when I had just had to do it last night. With my luck I’d fall asleep. That was probably why he was doing it though – this was probably still part of my ‘test’. He put me in one of the worst poses he had come up with as well – up on the balls of my feet, hands braced on the small of my back, tail up, and wings spread as far as they could go. It was uncomfortable for just a few minutes; sitting like that for hours after having to do nearly as bad a pose for hours the previous night, I had little hope I’d last the day.
By the time the guards had come in for their noon meal, my legs were twitching. I was trying to relax, to stay as still as possible, but I was slowly losing the battle. I could remember my last whipping though, and I didn’t want to go through that again. I almost felt like crying – I was trying my hardest, but my body just wouldn’t obey.
The door opened and I saw Trainer coming towards me. My heart started racing – he must have seen my legs twitching. I was going to go back to that horrible room again. He snapped his fingers, and I was happy to drop back down and follow him, even though my stomach was flipping at the thought of what was coming next.
Not surprisingly, he brought me back to the torture room, and strung me up as he had before. He didn’t seem too mad though, so hopefully it would be more like the second time than the first time. I heard him behind me, and I tried to relax myself so that the hits didn’t hurt so much. It didn’t work. It still hurt, and I found myself screaming before long. Eventually, he must have gotten annoyed by my screaming, because he shoved a foul smelling and tasting gag in my mouth. The beating continued longer than the first one, but he was more careful this time – my entire body felt bruised, but he didn’t cause enough pain for me to black out again. I found myself wishing I would.
Finally, however, he ceased the whipping, and I waited for him to take the disgusting rag out of my mouth and let me down. Instead he walked towards the door. I must have made some sort of sound, because he paused and looked back at me.
“You were crying? Pathetic. Don’t expect such mild punishments when you get to your real owner. I’m restricted by not being able to cause scars or permanent harm. He can do whatever he wants. You’ll be wishing you were back here if you ever piss him off.” With a sneer, he turned and left, and I was stuck behind to remain like that all night.
I expected Trainer to come back the following morning, but he never did. A human slave came, and fed me water, and replaced the gag, and he was the only person I saw all day. Two days passed, and finally Trainer came back. Instead of leading me back to the cages though, he led me to the washroom where not one but two tubs were waiting. He took it upon himself to rub me down, and he was rough. With my still sore muscles, I was in more pain from the bath than I had been after the punishment. The worst was when he came to my privates; he was just as rough and thorough down there, and to my utter humiliation he actually stuck a washcloth into my ass and forced it around. I grit my teeth and bore it, knowing that struggling or making a sound would just make it worse. Since he didn’t particularly look like he was enjoying the job I wasn’t about to risk it. He pulled me out of the tub, and dumped a few buckets of water over me to rinse off any soap he had missed. Once I was more or less dry, he went to a shelf on the wall and grabbed a vial; bringing it back, he pushed me down until my face was pressed against the floor and my ass in the air. I felt something cold touching me, and then liquid slipping inside. It burned and I couldn’t help hissing in pained surprise. Apparently he had just poured scented oil into me. I was pretty sure that stuff wasn’t supposed to be used inside the body. It sure felt like it shouldn’t be.
I was led back to the cage after that and I was surprised to see a blanket laid down in it. There was still only water, but I drank that anyway. I tried to force myself to sleep, but I was too nervous. I tried to ignore it, but there was only one reason I could think of that I would have been washed so thoroughly and ‘pampered’ with a blanket – the person who was to be my ‘owner’ was coming for me. I could feel myself panicking, and I forced myself to take deep breaths before I hyperventilated. As much as I had no desire to stay here, I didn’t want to go face more abuse with someone unknown.
At some point I must have fallen asleep, because I was woken up to the sounds of the trainers and slaves coming in to get the rest of the pets. I had a feeling I was going to be left behind, and not surprisingly, I was left in peace. I decided to take the time I could to get more sleep. What must have been a few hours later, if the light coming in was any indication, I heard the door open and I felt ill. I was shocked when I saw it was the nurse from a few weeks ago. She urged me out of the cage, with a sad smile.
“Come on hun, I need to check you over. Any aches or pains?” I shook my head no; I wanted to say yes, but I wasn’t in any pain, and procrastinating would probably only make things worse. Plus, I had a feeling that any deception on my part would be seen through very quickly. She poked and prodded me all over, but it wasn’t unlike the physicals I had to get at home. She shoved some herbs into my hand discretely, before lowering her voice again.
“Alright, now, take this; it’s both a painkiller and a relaxant. You and I both know you’ll need it, so might as well take it now. And trust me when I saw, if you have a chance, try to get yourself prepared.” She shook her head sadly. “I’d say good luck, but that would be pointless wouldn’t it.” She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and then she was off. I hoped she got out of here; it was obvious, even if she wasn’t a slave, she was trapped here just as surely as we were.
I quickly swallowed the herbs she had given me; she was right when she said we both knew what was coming. My stomach turned again, and I was happy that there wasn’t anything in it to throw up. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t been given any solid food in several days.
I shifted restlessly for the next few hours, trying to get back to sleep, but my mind was too active. It also took awhile for the herbs to start working; I hoped that meant that they would still be working once I...needed them. My stomach flipped again, and I felt ill. This waiting was going to send me into a nervous breakdown. I almost wish that all those preparations hadn’t been made; being blindsided in something like this would have been better. At least then I wouldn’t have been sitting here thinking of all the different scenarios I could find myself in shortly.
I was embarrassed when I was so lost in my thoughts that I jumped at the sound of the door opening. I heard the sound of the owner coming into the room, with another voice. I looked up; I needed to see the one I owed my current misery to.
The man radiated power, that much was certain. He was also huge. I’d be tempted to say he had giant blood in him if this place wasn’t so prejudiced. The man had to be nearly six and a half feet, and he was built to go along with it. He clearly took care of himself, which meant that even before my capture I wouldn’t have stood a chance physically. Now it would be like a mild breeze against a mountain. His eyes were hard and nearly black, and even though I had assumed it before, now I knew he would be cruel and unyielding. I started to feel myself panicking again; I needed to find a way to get out of here before we made it to his home. I wouldn’t be able to survive as that man’s pet.
They were nearly in front of me, and I was doing everything I could to keep from mantling my wings. My body wanted to go into full defensive mode, but I knew that would be a Very Bad idea. He seemed to be happy with what he saw, which I hoped was a good thing for me. The owner opened the cage, and snapped his fingers. Willing my limbs to stop shaking, I slowly made my way out of the cage. The second I was out of it, the only thing I wanted was to retreat back in. He walked around me, and I was reminded of the way my mother used to look at the horses she was thinking of buying. It would have been funny if it wasn’t so accurate. I was an animal to him – a creature with two uses; as a status symbol and for sex. He ran his fingers over my wings, my tail, and my ass. I felt the tip of his finger against me, and I went completely stiff. He didn’t really mean to do that right here, did he? I wasn’t ready. I would never be ready, not for that, but I at least didn’t want to be violated in front of an audience. It seemed though, he was just checking to make sure that I really was a virgin, at least in that area, because he chuckled at my reaction and removed his finger.
He came back and knelt down in from of me. He inspected my horns, and face, and I realized that I had gone red in embarrassment. At least he didn’t seem to care about this, because he stood and looked back at the owner.
“It seems like you did a satisfactory job. Tamed, but not broken, as requested. The rest of your money will delivered tomorrow by Saynath.”
I could hear the annoyance in the owner’s voice. “Thank you, Lord Maeslin, but is it possible to send a human with the money? It’s not your judgement I distrust, but it’s just a Were, it could shift and be gone.”
The Lord laughed. “You don’t have to worry about Saynath slithering off with your money. He is bound to me; he couldn’t go anywhere if he wanted to. And since we have similar tastes in common, I doubt he would want to anyway.”
“Of course, my Lord. I will have my men bring it out to your carriage.”
The two men strode off, and I nearly collapsed. Two of the guards came over; one clipped a leash to my collar, and led me from the room. We went up; past the human slave quarters, past the guard’s dining room I had spent so much time in, through the ballroom I had been in not three days ago.
Finally, we were at the main doors, and I was nearly blinded when we walked outside. I had been so long since I had been outside. I wanted to cry, and more than anything I wanted to fly – lift my wings, take to the air and never look back. My wings even twitched, which just reminded me of my bound state. Why did I ever think there would be a chance to escape? How would I be able to get away when I was being watched by two armed guards, naked, and bound by chains? So with barely any resistance, I followed the guards to the waiting carriage. I was surprised to see it was pulled by matched Pegasi. This guy really went all out. The one closer to me looked back and gave me a pitying glance. I suppose that being treated like a dumb beast and forced to pull a carriage beat the hell out of being used as s sex slave any day.
My climb into the carriage wasn’t graceful by any means, but I managed. I got one last glimpse at the hellhole that had been my ‘home’ for the past several months, and then the door was closed. I felt the same Pegasus kick the carriage, and I climbed carefully onto the seat and opened the small window in the front of the carriage.
“Listen, kid, the oh-so-mighty lord is going to want you sitting all curled up and pretty on the floor when he gets in. He likes to get a good first punishment in, so I figured I’d let you know how to get out of at least this trap.”
I nodded my understanding and mouthed thanks. I didn’t know if this Lord Maeslin expected silence from the rest of his nonhuman slaves, but I was sure that it would probably have gone badly for him if he had been caught, and I appreciated the gesture. I arranged myself on the floor like the Pegasus had suggested, and before too long Lord Maeslin was climbing in. I heard a few guards get onto the back of the carriage, and then we were off.
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