Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ To Freedom ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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

The journey was both the longest and shortest of my life.  Longest because I was so nervous I wanted to twitch, or pace, or move, and I was afraid to move at all.  Shortest because I knew what would come at the end of it, and I didn’t want that to happen.  I could feel his eyes on me, my new ‘owner’ and it made my skin crawl.  It was possessive, and hungry, and I wanted to hide myself from it.  

Finally, we came to a stop, and the lord got out of the carriage.  There was a snap of fingers, and assuming things worked the same here, I got out of the carriage as well as I could and then followed.  The manor he was walking towards was huge – it would probably have fit about half of my street back home.  We also seemed to be out in the middle of nowhere.  I noticed the Pegasi being led to a huge stable, and even that was large.  I wonder what other sentient creatures were in there with them.  

We entered the house, and it was thankfully nowhere near as gaudy as the manor I had just left.  It was illogical to think about decor in the position I was in, but for whatever reason that calmed me down a little.  There was a woman coming down the stairs, and while she was dressed, I could tell she was a slave by the collar around her neck.  

“Thena, this is my new pet.  Get him settled in for me.”  

She curtseyed to him.  “Yes, Master.”  Maeslin walked away without a glance to me, and I was somewhat shocked by that.   From the way my ass was so vigilantly guarded the last few months, I expected him to waste no time raping me.  Well, the longer I could go without that torture, the better.  I wasn’t going to question it – even if I could.  

The woman, Thena, led the way down a hall, and then down some steps.  Once we were down the steps she turned to me.  “I am the head slave of the household.  As a pet, you fall under my jurisdiction.  I’m taking you to your room now.  You will stay in there at all times unless told by myself or the Master to go somewhere else.  I assume you know why you were brought, so I am not going to explain the basics to you.  We will come for you, the only time I expect you to get me is if you are seriously injured.  And by seriously injured I mean something that you need a doctor for or you will come to lasting harm.  The last inexperienced pet he had was fetching me for every lash he got, which just earned him more.  If any of the other slaves or servants tells you to do something or go somewhere, do not listen to them.  If for whatever reason another master or mistress tells you to do something, you act like you don’t understand until the Master comes.  You are his personal property, not something to be used by whoever walks in.   Obviously, if that doesn’t work, then try to get to me and I will get the Master.    Try to not get into those situations though; no matter what happens the Master will lose face.”  

As she was talking, we had arrived at a small door.  It didn’t even look like a real room, but I figured it had to be an improvement over what I had been in.  Her speech disturbed me.  I had actually not minded the cleaning at the other manor – it gave me something to do that felt productive.  Being trapped in a room unless I was being used for sex sounded hideous.  But as I was getting used to, I had no choice, and when she gestured into the room, I went inside.  I heard it close behind me and her steps fading away.  She hadn’t even waited to make sure I understood, or if I had any questions; not that I would have had a way to ask anyway.  It also showed that even the other slaves saw me as less, as a possession that had to added benefit of not needing any maintenance.  

I quickly noticed that the room I was in could very easily be worse than the one I had been in.  It was better than the cage, though not by much.  It had enough room for me to stretch out in, which I was grateful for, but not much more, and there wasn’t enough room for me to stand up.  The one concession they had given was a chamber pot, but that wasn’t really saying much.  

At a loss, I figured the best thing to do would be to sleep.  So curling up, I got as comfortable as I could on the stone floor – which by this point was fairly comfortable – I tried to sleep.  Even with all the thoughts flying around my head, my body was exhausted and it wasn’t long before I was asleep.  

Sometime later I was woken up by the sound of the door opening.  I didn’t hear anything after that, so I stuck my head out of the door.  Thena was standing out, looking impatient.  Once she saw me, she wasted no time in turning around and walking down the hallway.  I assumed she meant for me to follow, so I did.  I could only be going to one place though, and the thought had me shaking.  We went back up past the servant and slave quarters and up a staircase in the back of the kitchen.  We ended up in a lavishly decorated hallway, and at the end was what I assumed was the master bedroom.  I wanted to run; I wanted to run so badly, but it was like my body didn’t want to listen – I just continued to follow the slave woman to my fate.  

Thena stopped outside and opened the door wide enough for me to walk through.  I did, far too slowly for her taste I assumed, as she pushed me the rest of the way in with her foot.  The door closed with an ominous thud behind me.  I felt like I was about to hyperventilate again, and I knew to my shame there were tears in my eyes.  

The lord was standing in the middle of the room, topless, and I could tell that he didn’t just look big, he was built.  I was terrified, and there was no hiding it either.  The lord must have noticed, but his expression didn’t change.  It was still that hungry expression from earlier.  

“It is so charming that you’re scared of me.  I do hope that lasts for a while.  Aban sells quality slaves, but unfortunately most of them have ceased to really notice their current situations.  They’re certainly no fun to play with.  And I have no use for a child too young to really understand what’s going on, although they are cute when they’re afraid.  I tend to break them too quickly anyway.  A Darcan, however, a young male – I imagine we’ll have plenty of time together.  And please, feel free to try to escape; I haven’t had a good chase in a while.  It’s quite fun, and the guilt from my mounts and hounds makes it even sweeter.”

The man was insane.  There was no other explanation.  I thought that he had bought me since I was a Darcan because of the uniqueness.  I should have guessed, when I saw the Pegasus and heard his warning, that he just wanted someone sturdier to abuse.  He had also made it obvious he knew of the actual intelligence of everyone on his estate.  The Drake in me wanted to tear him apart, but the realistic side, that side said I was just a kid, and bound, and I probably wouldn’t even get a claw into skin before I was stopped.  He started walking around me, and when he got behind me, I couldn’t help curling my tail around myself.  He just chuckled, and pushed it aside to run his hand over my ass.  I shuddered, and closed my eyes; waiting for the pain I knew would come.  But to my surprise, the hand left and he resumed walking.  

“Oh, don’t worry; I won’t take your virginity yet little boy.  No, when I take it, you’ll have asked me to.”

Like hell I would.  The man thought he could force me through the last few months of abuse, and then I’d ask him to rape me?  Maybe he got off on pretending it was consensual?

He just laughed; I guess he realized what thoughts were going through my head, or I had made them obvious on my face.  Or, more likely, he had played this game before and just knew.  

“You will.  I can guarantee it.  See, I’m going to give you a choice.  Each time, depending on my mood, there will be two choices.  One choice, if you come up and find a meal waiting, you can either choose to service me with your mouth, and in exchange, you may eat the meal, or you can go back down to your room.  There won’t be a punishment if you decide you don’t want to eat.  I can be nice, you see.  But if I really need release, I will bring you up, and you can either choice to service me with your ass, or I will get my release in other ways, but it will still involve your body.  And trust me when I say they won’t be pleasant.  But I’m a fair master; I’m only giving you the first choice tonight.  It’s been a long day after all, and I don’t have the patience or time for a long, drawn out game right now.”  

When he was done speaking, I was already feeling ill.  It made my choice that much easier to make.  Thoughts of what he meant by ‘taking his release out of my body’ would make sure that anything I ate didn’t stay down.  I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to turn down his offer of food, so I just sat still.  

“Oh right, you need to know how to accept my generous offers.  Very simple; for the first choice, simply eat the food presented; If you want to service me, all you need is to present yourself to me.  If you don’t do either, I’ll assume you’re turning down the offer and act accordingly.  In this case...”  He strode to the side of the room and pulled on a cord.  The door opened minutes later, and either the woman hadn’t been that far away, or she really knew how to book it across the house.  “Have a pleasant evening, pet.”  

She led me back through the hallways, and I thought over the one-sided conversation.  I would have a choice in what sort of pain I received, at least to some point.  That didn’t make it any easier to bear though; in fact it made it worse and I’m sure the lord knew that.  I wasn’t worried about the food; the ‘training’ I had endured made sure that I could go an extended amount of time without food.  Of course, giving him oral couldn’t be that bad, really.  I mean, I had never done it, but I couldn’t see it hurting.  It seemed a bit demeaning, and it probably would taste foul (or at least that’s what some of the more experienced friends I had said) but I could deal with that.  I would still hold out as long as possible though, out of principle.  I didn’t want him thinking I would just give in to whatever he wanted.

It was the second ‘choice’ I was worried about.  The only thing I could think of that would make sense is that he was either lying and he would rape me either way – but I didn’t think that was likely, it would only work once to fool me anyway, and if that was the case, why not just take what he wanted without the ‘game’; or he was planning to torture me somehow.  I couldn’t help thinking back to the last things that Trainer said in the torture room there; that he was restricted by causing me lasting harm, but my ‘owner’ wouldn’t be.  What sort of pain and ‘harm’ was he talking about?  Where would this lord draw the line?  I knew I would find out sooner or later, because I wasn’t going to give in on that point either.  

A few days, or so it felt like, I couldn’t be sure, passed without me being summoned back to the lord’s bedroom.   I suppose he wanted to have me worrying about what was going to happen next, or get me hungry enough to accept the order, or both.  Neither happened, I was of course worried, but that wouldn’t make me change my mind, and as bad as it was my body was used to being starved.  I didn’t even really feel hungry anymore.  This went on for a week or so; I would get led up to the master bedroom, I would ignore the food set out for me, and I would be returned to the small ‘room’ I had been given.  I was given water once, however, so I guess that was something at least.  And every few days, I was taken out to the back of the building and hosed down, so at least I didn’t have to smell myself like I had for the first few months at the training facility.  

Eventually, on one of the trips up to the room, I collapsed.  I tried to drag myself to my feet, but eventually, the woman came back and dragged me by my collar to the master bedroom, and dropped me off with my face nearly in the plate of food.  I couldn’t stop myself at that point, I devoured the meal, even realizing that I shouldn’t be eating that much or that fast.  I could hear the lord laughing.  

“Ah, they’re always stubborn at first.  Looks like no real harm was done though.  I’ll call for you to take him back in a bit.”  

I heard the sound of feet leaving the room, and the dull thud of the door closing behind her.  I pushed myself up; knowing what was coming next.  Even if it hadn’t been a conscious decision, I doubted the lord would care, even if I could speak to make that argument.  I heard the rustling of cloth, and turned to see him dropped his trousers.  I was nervous again; just because I rationally knew this wasn’t as bad as the alternative, that didn’t make me any more eager to do it.  His cock was still soft, but starting to rise; and it looked like it was going to get to be proportionately large to the man.  I swallowed nervously; I’m sure he could tell I hadn’t done this before, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to punish me if I managed to fuck up.  

He sat back on the small couch in the room, and snapped his fingers.  I felt myself go red; bad enough I had to do this, but he was actually making me go to him.  I slowly made my way over, but I must have been trying his patience, because as soon as I was close enough he grabbed my collar and dragged me to him, shoving my head into his crotch.  At least he didn’t smell too bad – musky and undeniably male, but at least the smell alone didn’t make me want to gag.  

“Well, get on with it boy.  It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what to do.  Suck.  Me.”  

I opened my mouth, and licked my lips nervously.  I guess my breath hit his cock, because it twitched and he pushed his hips up towards my mouth.  I gave the head a tentative lick; the taste was a lot like the smell; not bad, not good.  The lord must have gotten tired of waiting for me, because he grabbed my hair and shoved my head down.  I gave a muffled cry, surprised even though I shouldn’t have been at the abrupt move.  He held me there and I could feel him twitching inside my mouth.  It was an incredibly odd sensation, and I wished that I could just bite down.  But I didn’t want to think about what would happen to me if I tried that.  I had a feeling that ‘eye for an eye’ would be fairly appropriate though.  He continued to push my head down after a minute, and I started to panic; so much for this not hurting.  The head hit the back of my throat, and he wasn’t all the way in yet.   As I was pushed down farther, I started to panic and thrash.  I heard him hiss, and I realized my claws had dug into his legs.  I quickly retracted them, but the damage was done.  He pulled me up, completely off his cock, to glare at me.  

“Stupid creature, I was going to go easy on you.  Take a deep breath; I expect you to take it all this time.”  

My eyes widened, but I didn’t have a chance to do anything else as he shoved me back down all the way; I could feel the head of his cock in my throat, and I felt my eyes tearing from the sensation.  I was trying not to gag; swallowing every few seconds to keep the bile down.  I heard him groan above me, and I had to assume that it felt good for him.  I almost wished it didn’t, I was miserable, and starting to have a hard time breathing.  He had good timing though, as soon I started to see black spots in my vision, he pulled me back up.  I barely had time to gasp in a breath before he was shoving me back down.  His hips were working, and I felt him thrusting in and out of my mouth.  I could feel the tears streaming down my face, but at least he didn’t push himself in quite as far again, and I was able to keep breathing.  He kept up the pace for a while, and I was upset to realize he had quite a lot of stamina.  It should have been expected, but I guess I was used to the quick jobs from the training building; I don’t think any of the guards or trainers spent more than ten minutes fucking the slaves.  This had to have been much longer than that; although maybe it just seemed longer since I was the one it was happening to.  Eventually though, I felt his thrusts becoming erratic, and I knew from both my own experience from before I was captured and from what I had seen he had to be nearing release.  I was both grateful and fearful.  

Finally though, he slammed himself in until he was back lodged into my throat, and I felt him coming.  I gagged, and then tried to swallow.  It was too late though, and I nearly choked as I felt the streams of cum hit the back of my throat.  I could taste him in my mouth as he finished thrusting, the last of it hitting the top of my mouth and dripping down onto my tongue.  I was finally able to swallow it down; knowing without having to be told I wasn’t going to be given a choice in that.  It was foul; I had a lot more respect for anyone who willingly did this to their partner.  I would have to truly care for someone to do this willingly, now that I knew what it tasted like.  The lord was panting slightly, and still holding onto his wilting erection.  

“Clean me up, and then clean up the floor from where you made a mess.”  Lowering my head to hide the grimace, I did as he told me, trying to ignore the acrid taste of him.  The drops on the floor were worse though, as it was already starting to cool and it was mixed with dirt off his boots.  Once I was done I was ready to collapse.  I wished I could have waited to eat until afterwards, to get the taste out of my mouth.   I knew I was shaking, but either the lord didn’t notice or he chose not to comment on it.  He pulled his trousers back up and tied them off, brushing past me to the other side of the room where the bell pull was.  

“That was pretty bad, even for your first time.  I expect that next time you will do the work, instead of making me have to do all the work.”  

The words ‘next time’ made me feel ill, but at the same time I realized that if I was the one ‘doing the work’ as he had said, perhaps I could keep it from hurting so badly.  

I followed Thena down to my room, and luckily there was water waiting for me; even though it would do nothing for the taste, at least it would soothe my aching throat.  She just sighed as I finished the bowl off in a matter of minutes, but surprisingly she had another bowl brought from the kitchen, which I drank slower this time.  

Eventually the ache in my throat went away, as I was left alone for several days.  I had, not surprisingly, thrown up shortly after the second bowl of water, so now the smell coming from the chamber pot was a foul mixture of half digested food, cum, and blood.  The slave assigned to bring me water curled his lip at the smell, and I felt like asking how he thought I felt, trapped in such a small area with that odour.  He got rid of the pot though, and left the water, and a few minutes later came back with a clean chamber pot, which I was ridiculously grateful for.  

The Lord had me brought up several more times, and I ignored the food for as long as I could, but not as long as the last time.  I didn’t want to be that weak again, and really, I knew there was only so long I would be able to resist the food.  Part of the problem was that it was real food, and it smelled like it.  So a little over two weeks later, I gave in to the hunger and ate.  The lord was grinning, and I hated having given in.  He sat down on the same couch, erection out and ready.  I remembered what he had said the last time, however, and I took him in my mouth without being forced down.  Since he wasn’t moving my head, I was able to get a breath each time I brought my head up, and it was a lot less painful and uncomfortable than the last time.  Unfortunately, he also lasted a lot longer, and my jaw felt like it was never going to close again.  The taste was just as bad though, and I still gagged a bit on his cum, but my throat wasn’t sore and I didn’t feel like I was going to throw up.  The lord didn’t seem too happy though, and he sent me away without a word.  That scared me; I didn’t want him to decide he wanted to control the encounters each time.  

To my relief, he didn’t.  I waited a week again, but when he didn’t choke me on his cock like the first time, I figured I could deal with giving him a blow job to eat.  I felt my strength come back fairly quickly after that.  I was going up to his room nearly every night, and I rarely refused the food.  He would give me commands on how to pleasure him properly, but as long as it didn’t hurt, I was happy to follow them because it got the whole nasty business over with quicker.  Eventually he even had me deep throating him, which actually worked out well for me because by doing that I could all but avoid the disgusting taste of his seed.  

Life had gotten into such a routine, I actually forgot about the other ‘choice’ he was giving me.  But one night, I was led up to his room, and there was no food waiting for me.  I was confused for a minute, but then I realized what that meant.  

“Well, boy, you’ve been so good lately; I figured that I wanted to feel your ass around me now.”

I couldn’t move; I knew I wasn’t going to ‘present myself’ to him regardless, but I couldn’t help thinking that whatever he had planned for my refusal had to be worse.  

He dragged me out of the room by my collar, into a room similar to the one that Trainer had punished me in.  I expected to be hung up by my wrists again, but all he did was tie my wrists tightly behind my back.    The Lord then put a hook in the chain connecting my wings and hoisted me up by that.  I could feel the membrane in my wings tearing and I cried out.  The Lord sneered at me.  

“Already crying?  This is nothing, I haven’t even properly started.  I don’t think I’ll be waiting too long for you to give yourself to me.”  

I was breathing heavily, trying to not move and put more weight on my already torn wings.  I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but he was probably right.  He was already worse than Trainer.  

“Hmm, what to do first?  You know, I think I should add some decoration to you. “   He rummaged around on a table behind me, and when he came back I saw he had what looked like earrings in his hand, but with abnormally long posts.  “You must be so upset about your horns being stunted, so I figure I’d dress up the stubs a bit.”   I couldn’t help shaking my head; there was no way he meant to put those through my horns; they were a lot like teeth in their structure – hard bone on the outside, but filled with sensitive nerves on the inside.  It was one of the reasons I was so happy I was unconscious when they blunted and capped them;  I probably would have passed out from pain of the procedure anyway.  

He came in from of my, and pulled my head down.  My entire body jerked, but before I could even feel the pain in my wings, I felt the first ‘earring’ being pushed through my horn.  I screamed, I thrashed, but he was still far stronger than me, and eventually it was all the way through.  Without pausing he started on the second one, and I screamed again.  By the time he had two through each horn, I had no more voice to scream, and it felt like the only things I could feel were where the metal bands were through my wings, and the posts through my horns.  

My breathing came in hard pants, but it appeared he wasn’t done.  “Hmm, I wonder.  I know snakes shed their skin and it grows back; does the same happen for Drakes?”  He stroked his hand down my tail, the wrong way, pushing the scales up.  He got to the end, where the scales turned to skin, and grabbed one by itself.  He yanked it out, and I groaned. The lord seemed to enjoy my reaction, because he pulled out several dozen more, picking them out from random areas.  It didn’t hurt nearly as much as piercing my horns had, but my entire tail felt like it was on fire when he was done.   Without moving from behind me, he grabbed a finger, and pulled a claw completely out.  I had no voice to scream anymore, so it just came out as a hoarse moan.  The last thing I remember was the third claw being pulled out before everything went black.  

I woke up groggily; and immediately wished I hadn’t.  My left hand, my horns and my wings felt like they were on fire.  I had apparently been bandaged; but it was obvious whoever had done it was doing it simply so no infections set in.  The bandages were sloppy tied off tightly, and it was only the open wounds like my hands and wings that had been covered.   Maybe the lord just hadn’t wanted me bleeding all over everything.  

I was left alone for that day, and brought up the following.  There was no food left out, and I would have offered myself if I hadn’t frozen in fear.  But it was too soon; all I could remember was that searing pain from the first piercing.  I barely even noticed when he dragged me back to the torture room.  This time he didn’t hoist me up by my wings; he bound me, on my back, to a table.  The pressure of having my wings and tail trapped underneath my body weight was painful, but still less than being hung by my wings.  Or so I thought, at least.  

I saw him from the corner of my eye at a fire place, and when he came back towards me he was carrying a candle.  He reached below me, and I hated not knowing what he was doing.  I could feel heat below me and I shifted uncertainly.  The metal of the table started to heat up, and I cried out as it hit the tears in my wings and the holes in my tail.  My scales protected my skin from the worst of the heat at least; someone with normal skin would have been horribly burned already.  

“How does that feel?  Warmed up yet?  I’ve been thinking; your scales keep most of you hairless, but there is one section of you that needs some hair removal.  I figured I’d take care of that now.”  

Gods, must he talk while he tortured me?  It wasn’t hard to figure out where he meant; I only had hair on my head and my groin.  I just didn’t understand why he thought shaving me would hurt.  

Soon enough I had my answer; shaving wouldn’t, but his version of waxing would.  He dripped the hot wax from the candle directly over my crotch; most of it caught in the hair down there, but drops splattered on more sensitive areas, and it wasn’t too long before my cock and balls were covered in cooling wax as well.   The ordeal was made worse because each time I twitched away from the pain coming from above me; another injury would hit the heated table I was laying on.  It was impossible to lie still however, so I was forced to endure the pain from both sides.  Once it had completely cooled, and my breathing had calmed down, I felt him lean over me.  An elbow went into my gut, and I felt him grabbing around my crotch.   When he pulled away the wax I couldn’t help screaming; even though my throat was still sore from the last time.  The dried wax pulled away both skin and hair, and he did it in one long, slow pull.  My eyes were tearing from the experience, and when the lord moved off me, I could only lie there limp.    

The Lord stood there studying me, but I couldn’t even bring myself to care.  I just prayed whatever he did next was enough for me to pass out.  I wasn’t to have that luxury, however, as he flipped me over, and tied me down on my front.   He extinguished the fire below the table, but it was still hot, and the heat on my already abused groin made me whimper.   Apparently, he wanted to find out how much pain he could inflict on my wings and tail, because he spent a long time poking and prodding the injuries he had already caused.  He stuck pins and hot irons in the places where scales were missing on my tail, and pulled at my wings to see how far he could force them to go before the chain stopped them.  Then he moved on to causing fresh injuries; putting more holes in the membrane of the wing, clearly surprised that they were strong than they looked; as it took some force to get through it.  I think he might have been trying to rip a design into the wings.  Eventually he got bored of my ‘extra’ appendages though, and went back to my claws, stating that you should always finish what you started.  I lasted through four claws this time before the blood loss caused me to pass out.  Converting /tmp/phpOzvhUf to /dev/stdout