Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ To Freedom ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Divanora 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Psychological / Angst / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 276 | 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: 5.6K | Visits: 276 | Status: Work In Progress
Waking up to fiery pain through my body was starting to become an unpleasant habit. I had made it through two more torture sessions. My entire body hurt; he had given me a few more piercings, two more through my horns, through my wings, and one very unpleasant experience of having my cock pierced. It still hurt to piss. My wings were more hole than membrane, but he had managed to avoid hitting any veins, so at least eventually they would heal. My tail had less scales than scabs, and I had no claws left on my hands or feet, but like the scales, they would eventually grow back. Unfortunately with both the scales and the claws, it hurt just as much while they were growing. The lord had actually been unexpectedly careful in not causing any permanent harm; which while I was grateful for that, only meant that he didn’t want to destroy his new ‘toy’ quite this soon. I had no illusions that eventually I would have scars; I just hoped that I was able to make it through this in more or less one piece.
The door opened, and when I crawled out Thena stood there, looking at me with undisguised disgust. I had quickly discovered that the human slaves were treated decently; given proper beds, clothes, and decent food. They even had a chance to be freed after a certain time. Thena was the next one up to be granted freedom, so she ran everything with an iron fist, unwilling to allow anything to ruin her chance at freedom. I could hardly blame her for that, but the fact that every human in the manor had no regard, and in some cases outright disgust or hate for nonhumans was horrible. I couldn’t understand why. I had never done particularly well in my history classes, but I couldn’t remember anything about nonhumans attacking Taylon, or anything that would cause such active hate.
When we got to the master bedroom, I half-heartedly looked around for the food I hoped was there, but I wasn’t too surprised to see it not there. I didn’t think I’d be seeing that ‘option’ again. Closing my eyes, and taking a deep breath, I allowed my arms to drop; showing the lord what he wanted to see. I felt embarrassed and exposed lying there like that, even though I had pulled my tail between my legs to cover my most vulnerable spots. When I heard him move I kept my eyes tightly closed; having no desire to see what was coming.
“I knew you would see it my way eventually. It’s actually quite surprising how long you resisted. I thought for sure after that first session you would give in. No matter, it just makes this all the sweeter.” I could feel cloth rustling behind me, and I knew I was shaking uncontrollable. What I had been avoiding for months was finally going to happen, and I had no way to get out of it. He roughly pushed my tail out of the way, and I had to consciously keep it from moving back out of instinct. I finally felt something pressing against my ass, but to my surprise, when it pushed in I realized it was only his fingers. It hurt; but compared to the pain of the last week, it was barely anything. He moved them about a bit, stretching my opening.
“Don’t get used to it pet, I just don’t want to ruin you after one use. Where would the fun be in that?”
The fingers left after just a minute or two, and I felt something much bigger at my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart, and all I could think of was the Were girl strung up and the pure pain I heard in her screams. He nudged forward a little bit and I tensed, but he didn’t move. I shifted a bit, nervously, trying to control my urge to run or attack, and I heard him chuckle.
“Aww, are you excited about your first time? Don’t worry; I’m just savouring the moment. I won’t make you wait any longer.”
True to his word, I felt his hands grip my hips harder, and then the searing pain as he entered me in one thrust. I didn’t even have the air to scream at first. It hurt. There weren’t words for the pain. I realized that the torture he had put me through the last week was bad, but this was worse. That had been his whole game, to con me into accepting this instead by making the torture seem so much worse. I dug my fingertips into the stone floor, the scabs from where my claws had been torn out breaking and bleeding as the screams finally tore from my throat. He waited a few seconds before pulling out and thrusting back in, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I felt my insides tearing as his length ripped through me, and as my blood slicked my passage, it just made it easier for him to thrust faster and deeper. My screams had tapered off into wracking sobs, and if it hadn’t been for his hands on my hips I would have collapsed completely. He set a brutal pace, pounding into me hard and fast, trying to wring as many screams as he could from me.
I have no idea how long to attack went on; I was just a sobbing heap of pain, before I finally felt him loose control behind me. When he came, the pain it caused on my already abused hole snapped me out of the pain filled daze I had fallen into and I couldn’t control another pained moan escaping. After a moment or two, he pulled out, dragging another groan from me as I felt the blood and cum dripping down my thighs. Without his support I collapsed completely, still whimpering from the pain. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but I was completely unable to move.
As if from a great distance I heard voices. I dimly recognized them as Maeslin and Thena. “He’s just in shock, but I won’t have him lying here, bleeding all over my floor.”
“How surprising, I thought he would last longer. No matter, I’ll get a couple of the stronger servants to drag him back downstairs.”
“Good. Make sure he’s cleaned off well; if he gets an infection he’ll be useless to me. With any luck I’ve seen the last of his resistance. That was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a while.”
“Of course my Lord.” I heard footsteps walking away, and then another, heavier set walking towards me. My chin was grabbed, and I attempted to focus on the face in front of me. Whatever he was looking for, he must have been satisfied, because he let my head fall back to the floor and I heard him walking away as well. I gave up trying to remain conscious and let the pull of sleep take me.
When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I was conscious off was the pain radiating up my spine, automatically reminding me what had happened the previous night. In that tiny room, away from anyone who cared or might see, I let myself cry. I wished I had fought, I wished I had resisted longer; hell, I wished I had convinced my parents to stay in Catonia. At least then I would just be dead, not trapped in this nightmare. What scared me was thinking of the slaves in the training centre. When they were raped, they took the pain without a sound and without bleeding like I had. How many times had they endured that abuse before it became so routine you could practically ignore it? I knew I would eventually find out firsthand. And there was no way out; I didn’t even have any way to commit suicide. I would just have to endure until he got tired of me, and then, well, I had no idea what would happen, and no way of finding out. Would I just be passed from owner to owner until one of them finally killed me?
The next two days passed with only the visit from the slave who washed me and brought me water. That was fine with me; I didn’t want to face the man who had violated me, just knowing he would expect to do it again. But the third day my luck ran out and I was brought back to the one room I never wanted to see again. To say he was mad when I refused him would be an understatement, but I couldn’t deal with being raped again, not with it still fresh in my mind. It was probably a good thing I wasn’t allowed to walk like a normal person, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to.
That punishment session was the worst yet. He burned me all over, gave me a few more piercings, whipped me until my back was just one big welt, tore off half the scales on my tail, and a half dozen other smaller pains. But it still would have been better than being violated except for his last action. He grabbed my wings, which were torn and bloodied from where they were being suspended above me, and broke several of the bones in each wing. Comparatively, the pain of broken bones, especially such small bones, wasn’t nearly as painful as what else he had done to me. But I knew I wouldn’t get real medical attention, I knew I’d just be tossed back in that tiny little hole in the wall, with my wings still chained awkwardly, and that the bones had very little chance of healing properly. And if they didn’t heal properly, I would never be able to fly again.
After that, I couldn’t bring myself to care about anything. After my rape he didn’t bother with the food or oral choice anymore; I regularly got food, and he would just force himself into my mouth during a punishment session if he wanted it. I didn’t ‘offer’ myself again, not out of any real resistance, but because I figured there was a better chance of him killing me by accident while torturing me than while raping me. It didn’t take much to get him annoyed, I found out, and from the bits of conversation I overheard, I had lasted longer than most of his ‘pets’ did. The one thing that made me happy was that apparently he wore them out within a year or so. There were bets amongst the servants about how long I would last. I hoped the one maid would win – she gave me the least time at no more than another six months.
Unfortunately for me, it didn’t take him too long to grow tired of his ‘choice’ game. I forced myself not to react anymore, hoping that by my silence I would goad him into doing fatal harm. He must have realized what I was doing though because shortly after that he gave up expecting me to offer myself. When I was called up to his room I would have no idea what was coming. My second time being raped was just as bad as the first; my ass had time to heal, but there were still scabs inside from where he had torn me up, and his first thrust opened those up. Thinking I knew what was coming, I tried to be quiet, but it didn’t work. The pain, if anything, was worse. He pushed me down, grabbing my horns to pull me back onto his cock. I could feel him inside me, deeper than anything should go, and I could feel my stomach turning at the sensation. I was just as much of a wreck as he finally finished, and I curled in on myself, sobbing quietly. I had no pride left to protect anyway, and crying at least gave me some sort of outlet. I could hear him sneering at me, and he kicked me in the gut because I was ‘in his way’ but he still had to finally call for servants to drag me downstairs again. Unfortunately this time I was awake, and I heard all of their comments about how good a fuck I must be, and that they couldn’t wait to get a shot at my ass. It made me wonder if there was any truth to that – just having the lord violating me was bad enough, would I become fair game to the rest of the manor like the pets back at the training facility?
From then on, when he had finished with me, I didn’t wait for him to call servants. No matter how much pain I was in, not matter how much the fluids dripping from me made me want to throw up, it was still less pain than being dragged along like so much dead weight by my collar. It didn’t take long for word to spread that Maeslin had successfully broken in his newest pet, and when I was leaving his rooms, I would have to endure servants coming up and molesting me, grabbing my ass, some even going so far as to stick a finger or two in my abused hole, and of course even the ones who didn’t touch me had to make the disgusting comments.
Part of me was upset that they were right; that I was broken, but there was no more point in fighting. I had done what I could to not let the demeaning posing and silence get to me during training, I had fought as long as I could against the inevitable outcome of losing my virginity to the monster who called himself my master, but I had lost, and I knew it. The weeks blended into months, with a steady stream of torture and rape. There would be nights when he was in a particularly foul mood, and he would torture me before raping me. Or, less often, he would do the opposite, and occasionally I would end up remaining bound strung up or tied over a table overnight once he was done with me so he could pick up where he left off in the morning. The servants got into it too; I would often be made to stop and ‘clean up’ my mess, licking back along the corridor where my master’s seed and my blood had dripped down my legs. I threw up after the first few times, but quickly learned to control my stomach so I wouldn’t have to clean that up as well.
I found myself forgetting what life had been like before I was taken. It seemed like forever since I had been outside, talked to someone, sat down at a table to eat, been treated like an equal. My wings, as I had feared, didn’t heal correctly, so I knew even if I somehow got out of this nightmare, the sky was forever lost to me. I just stopped caring; it had slowly dawned on me that even if I were able to escape, my family was dead and my home gone. Death I had decided was preferable, and I prayed for that daily, but the Master was smart enough to avoid doing anything that would do serious harm. He actually didn’t even do anything that would permanently scar me; which was bad as that meant he didn’t mean to use me until he finally killed me, it meant he planned to use me until he got tired of me and then sell me.
After the first few months, they stopped assigning someone to go with me back and forth to the Master’s room. I guess they realized I wasn’t going anywhere. That is, until the first ‘guest’ came. I had gone to the Master’s bedroom, as normal, but when I got there it wasn’t just the Master, it was him and another man, a disgusting looking, greasy man. They were sitting at the table discussing what sounded like business when I came in and knelt as I had learned to do.
“Ah, and here’s my present to you. You have an hour with my pet; so long as you don’t leave any permanent marks, you can do whatever you want to him.”
The lecherous grin on the other’s face made no secret of what he planned on doing. What followed was the most disgusting hour of my life. He was much smaller than Master, so the pain of penetration wasn’t as bad, I barely bled, but the rest was worst. He smelled, for one thing. At least Master had proper hygiene, this guy didn’t seem like he knew the meaning of bathing. He made me go down on him while he attempted to get me hard, and then had me rim him. I had never done that before, and that earned me a few swats with the paddle until I figured out what he wanted. I probably still wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t practically shoved me between his asscheeks. Luckily it was only for a few minutes before I had been tossed back to the floor and mounted. He even pulled out before he came and shot his load on my face. After he left I just sat there trying not to gag. From the look of disgust on Master’s face when he came back in I must have looked pretty bad as well, and he ordered me washed off, which I was immensely thankful for. If I had to endure his stench on me any longer I wouldn’t have been able to keep myself from vomiting. Of course, after the wash down I was dragged back to Master’s room, where he took me again.
That must have been the test run for renting me out to his business associates, because after that I found myself having to ‘service’ different men on occasion. They were normally not as painful as when Master had me, but most enjoyed making me demean myself – as if there was any pride left in me to bruise. They were probably less harsh just because they were afraid to harm Maeslin’s property. Not only his slaves and servants feared him. The normal routine was basic sex, along with debasing acts such as eating them out, and then coming or even sometimes pissing on me. If there were two of them, they’d generally take me one from each end. Afterwards the Master always had to take me again, I suppose in some primitive male staking his claim type way. Luckily, as it was generally my second or sometimes third time for the night, the pain as he penetrated me wasn’t nearly as bad as when he was the only one to have me that night. It was amazing what little things got me through those few months.
It was one night when I was stopped from heading straight up to the Master’s room when I made my one and only escape attempt. The ex-slave, Thena, led me instead to the ballroom, saying that I was to be the main attraction at Maeslin’s business gathering. I knew what that mean – I remembered the one I had to pose for at the training centre, but instead of being half a dozen or so possible pets to fuck, there would only be me. I watched as the servants set up, and I got more nervous as more and more drinks and snacks were brought into the room, as well as additional seating. There was one time a servant left and the doors remained open. I glanced around, and noticed the room was empty, and before I let myself think about what I was doing, I had taken off for the door. My legs were unsteady from disuse, so I fell into a sort of weird, hunched over run. It wasn’t graceful, but it worked. I was able to use my wings to glide down the stairs in the front of the manor, and took off towards the trees I could see in the distance. I heard yelling coming from behind me, and knew my bid for freedom had been discovered. I ran as quickly as I could; if I could make it to the trees I had a fighting chance. Far too soon I heard hooves behind me, and when I looked over, I saw the Pegasus who had spoken to me the first day. He looked sorry to see me, and clearly upset at my appearance, but with Maeslin on his back, there was nothing he could do to aid my escape. I put on a burst of speed, but months of abuse had taken their toll, and I knew I wasn’t going to make it. The Master leaned down and grabbed me by the chain and dragged me along behind him back towards the manor. I was covered in dirt and scrapes from the ground when we got back to the house.
I was shaking, I knew what happened would be bad; all the times previous hadn’t even been punishments. A bucket of cold water was dumped over my head to wash off the dirt, and I was brought back to the ballroom and chained to the post they had originally led me to. I curled up as best I could, I didn’t want to be the ‘entertainment’; I wanted Maeslin to punish me so harshly he lost himself and killed me. I was only in the room for a few minutes before I saw another servant come in. He put a glass of water to my lips and made me drink it, then unchained me. He changed the iron bands and chains on my wings to more decorative bonds; then left me alone again. I was completely confused – why would they unchain me? Unless Maeslin was that sure that I wouldn’t run again. Of course, that was probably a safe assumption; the pathetic attempt I had made wasn’t worth repeating.
Eventually I saw the Master’s guests start arriving. Most paid me little heed; and they all took seats and continued to talk about their business. I tried to listen in, but I was distracted by the weird sensations. I was hot, and I was itchy. It took me a few minutes to realize I was hard, and rubbing myself against the floor. By now, my soft moans had gotten the men’s attention and I had about a dozen hungry gazes staring at me. However, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I dimly heard Maeslin talking, asking who wanted to be the first to try me out. I could feel his hand on my ass, and without consciously meaning to, I pushed back against it. That got a laugh from the surrounding men, and I felt someone’s cock pushing up against me. He pushed in, and it hurt, but at the same time it sort of felt good – I wanted him to push in more. I felt someone stroking me, and I looked up in a daze to see it was Maeslin; he had shoved something into my urethra, and there was again that strange pain/not pain feeling. Another man had meanwhile pushed his cock against my lips, and I tried to resist that, but at a particularly painful thrust from behind me, he managed to get into my mouth and start fucking my mouth. It took them a few minutes to find a rhythm, and then they went to town. It didn’t take long before the guy behind me was coming, and as someone else took his place I felt the man using my mouth’s release flow down my throat. By this time I had no gag reflex left, so I swallowed without thinking. I continued to be double teamed from both sides, not getting a rest in between men. I had thought there were only a couple dozen men, but it felt like more, unless they were taking seconds. Or perhaps Master was letting them have one use of each my mouth and ass. I didn’t care; whatever it was that had been given to me, I need to have those cocks in me. It wasn’t that I was feeling any real pleasure; it was just a primal need. The men were rough, and even though after the first few men there was plenty of cum and blood to lube me up, I had already been torn so it was still going to hurt. With the drug I remained hard, but with whatever Master had shoved into my cock I couldn’t come. I needed to come so badly it was painful. I think even if I had been granted release it would have been more pain than pleasure, but he never let me have that relief. The room was starting to quiet down, and I thought that a lot of the guests must have left, but I was still filled from both sides. I could hear them talking above me, they had been all night, but suddenly the men inside me stopped and pulled out without coming. I groaned, but shortly found myself straddling one of the gusts. He thrust back up into me, and my gasp was enough for my mouth to be filled again. It was strange, I had never been taken this way before; it wasn’t as bad as being mounted as I normally was. He couldn’t get as much strength behind his thrusts, although with my weight bearing down on him, his cock went deeper inside me.
That changed after I felt a familiar presence at my back. I heard Master whisper in my ear, “Let’s see how much use you got tonight. Remember, this is only part one of the punishment.” Before I had time to wonder what he meant, I was crying out in shock and pain as he pushed himself inside my ass with the other man’s cock still there. I heard the man below me groaning about how tight it was, but all I could feel was the pain. I don’t know if the drug was wearing off or if the pain was overriding it, but I found myself having a hard time breathing. And then all three started moving. The feel of my insides being torn up by the two cocks inside me was overwhelming. I knew I had tears streaming down my face, but I couldn’t help it. My moans of pain must have felt good to the man fucking my mouth, as it didn’t take too long to shoot himself down my throat. It barely even registered when he pulled out. I knew Maeslin’s stamina, and it seemed the other guy was determined to meet him thrust for thrust. I had no voice left, and my mouth was dry from use, cum and moaning, but I couldn’t control the whimpers that still escaped. The man below me had a death grip on my thighs, his bony hips digging into mine on each thrust, and Maeslin was pushing me down onto him on each thrust. Finally, I felt the man below me starting to lose his rhythm, and though I couldn’t even feel it at this point, I knew he had come. Master lasted a few minutes longer, but finally I felt his seed hit my abused walls and he slumped over me. After his customary moment to catch his breath, he tried to pull out. It was still a tight fit, however, and he ended up using his fingers to stretch my ass open to pull himself out. The other man pulled out at the same time with a groan.
I was tossed unceremoniously to the side, lying in a pool of filth, and the last thing I heard was the other man’s laughing comment that I hadn’t been as stretched out as he had thought.
I was woken up some time later; I had no idea how long, to someone thrusting into my already overused ass. I couldn’t help the groan that escaped. “That’s it pet, beg for my cock.” Unfortunately he thrust hard into me and I couldn’t help the second groan of pain that escaped. This just encouraged him, and he went to town. He pulled out after I felt him release inside me, and I was finally able to see it had been one of the servants who set up the ballroom last night. I found I was completely unable to stand up, my lower half hurt so badly, but I was able to twist around, and see that I was once again chained to the pole, and stuck above the chain was a sign that simply read ‘free game’.
I buried my head in my hands, and tried to shut everything out. This must be my punishment, as if last night hadn’t been enough.
What a good little slut, so eager!
Oooh, his ass is still so tight! How do you manage that?
Ugh, I’m going to have to come back for seconds, I’m not going to last
Your pet is the best fuck I’ve had in ages; thanks for letting us have him!
He looks even better covered in cum.
Look how hard he is, he must be loving this.
That’s it slut, let us see your ass.
Yea, take my cock like the bitch you are.
That was what I had been turned into – just like those men had said, all I was good for was sex. I had been made into a slut, a pet, a...sex slave, one without even a hint of humanity. Everything I had planned on for my future, the schooling I had wanted, following in my father’s career, it was all gone, and there was no getting it back, whether I got out of here or not.
The rest of the day I spent in the same daze, not noticing when other men wandered through to use me, not caring when a slave came in to clean me up a bit from the previous night. I couldn’t even bring myself to worry when I was taken to Master and raped again. The punishment came afterwards, and it was just as painful as I had imagined, but I took the pain stoically. He eventually stopped, and grabbed my chin, looking me straight in the eyes. I gazed back, and I didn’t need to see the satisfied smile on his face to know that my eyes now looked as empty as those pets I had pitied in the training centre.
Converting /tmp/phpgNozyK to /dev/stdout
The door opened, and when I crawled out Thena stood there, looking at me with undisguised disgust. I had quickly discovered that the human slaves were treated decently; given proper beds, clothes, and decent food. They even had a chance to be freed after a certain time. Thena was the next one up to be granted freedom, so she ran everything with an iron fist, unwilling to allow anything to ruin her chance at freedom. I could hardly blame her for that, but the fact that every human in the manor had no regard, and in some cases outright disgust or hate for nonhumans was horrible. I couldn’t understand why. I had never done particularly well in my history classes, but I couldn’t remember anything about nonhumans attacking Taylon, or anything that would cause such active hate.
When we got to the master bedroom, I half-heartedly looked around for the food I hoped was there, but I wasn’t too surprised to see it not there. I didn’t think I’d be seeing that ‘option’ again. Closing my eyes, and taking a deep breath, I allowed my arms to drop; showing the lord what he wanted to see. I felt embarrassed and exposed lying there like that, even though I had pulled my tail between my legs to cover my most vulnerable spots. When I heard him move I kept my eyes tightly closed; having no desire to see what was coming.
“I knew you would see it my way eventually. It’s actually quite surprising how long you resisted. I thought for sure after that first session you would give in. No matter, it just makes this all the sweeter.” I could feel cloth rustling behind me, and I knew I was shaking uncontrollable. What I had been avoiding for months was finally going to happen, and I had no way to get out of it. He roughly pushed my tail out of the way, and I had to consciously keep it from moving back out of instinct. I finally felt something pressing against my ass, but to my surprise, when it pushed in I realized it was only his fingers. It hurt; but compared to the pain of the last week, it was barely anything. He moved them about a bit, stretching my opening.
“Don’t get used to it pet, I just don’t want to ruin you after one use. Where would the fun be in that?”
The fingers left after just a minute or two, and I felt something much bigger at my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart, and all I could think of was the Were girl strung up and the pure pain I heard in her screams. He nudged forward a little bit and I tensed, but he didn’t move. I shifted a bit, nervously, trying to control my urge to run or attack, and I heard him chuckle.
“Aww, are you excited about your first time? Don’t worry; I’m just savouring the moment. I won’t make you wait any longer.”
True to his word, I felt his hands grip my hips harder, and then the searing pain as he entered me in one thrust. I didn’t even have the air to scream at first. It hurt. There weren’t words for the pain. I realized that the torture he had put me through the last week was bad, but this was worse. That had been his whole game, to con me into accepting this instead by making the torture seem so much worse. I dug my fingertips into the stone floor, the scabs from where my claws had been torn out breaking and bleeding as the screams finally tore from my throat. He waited a few seconds before pulling out and thrusting back in, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I felt my insides tearing as his length ripped through me, and as my blood slicked my passage, it just made it easier for him to thrust faster and deeper. My screams had tapered off into wracking sobs, and if it hadn’t been for his hands on my hips I would have collapsed completely. He set a brutal pace, pounding into me hard and fast, trying to wring as many screams as he could from me.
I have no idea how long to attack went on; I was just a sobbing heap of pain, before I finally felt him loose control behind me. When he came, the pain it caused on my already abused hole snapped me out of the pain filled daze I had fallen into and I couldn’t control another pained moan escaping. After a moment or two, he pulled out, dragging another groan from me as I felt the blood and cum dripping down my thighs. Without his support I collapsed completely, still whimpering from the pain. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but I was completely unable to move.
As if from a great distance I heard voices. I dimly recognized them as Maeslin and Thena. “He’s just in shock, but I won’t have him lying here, bleeding all over my floor.”
“How surprising, I thought he would last longer. No matter, I’ll get a couple of the stronger servants to drag him back downstairs.”
“Good. Make sure he’s cleaned off well; if he gets an infection he’ll be useless to me. With any luck I’ve seen the last of his resistance. That was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a while.”
“Of course my Lord.” I heard footsteps walking away, and then another, heavier set walking towards me. My chin was grabbed, and I attempted to focus on the face in front of me. Whatever he was looking for, he must have been satisfied, because he let my head fall back to the floor and I heard him walking away as well. I gave up trying to remain conscious and let the pull of sleep take me.
When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I was conscious off was the pain radiating up my spine, automatically reminding me what had happened the previous night. In that tiny room, away from anyone who cared or might see, I let myself cry. I wished I had fought, I wished I had resisted longer; hell, I wished I had convinced my parents to stay in Catonia. At least then I would just be dead, not trapped in this nightmare. What scared me was thinking of the slaves in the training centre. When they were raped, they took the pain without a sound and without bleeding like I had. How many times had they endured that abuse before it became so routine you could practically ignore it? I knew I would eventually find out firsthand. And there was no way out; I didn’t even have any way to commit suicide. I would just have to endure until he got tired of me, and then, well, I had no idea what would happen, and no way of finding out. Would I just be passed from owner to owner until one of them finally killed me?
The next two days passed with only the visit from the slave who washed me and brought me water. That was fine with me; I didn’t want to face the man who had violated me, just knowing he would expect to do it again. But the third day my luck ran out and I was brought back to the one room I never wanted to see again. To say he was mad when I refused him would be an understatement, but I couldn’t deal with being raped again, not with it still fresh in my mind. It was probably a good thing I wasn’t allowed to walk like a normal person, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to.
That punishment session was the worst yet. He burned me all over, gave me a few more piercings, whipped me until my back was just one big welt, tore off half the scales on my tail, and a half dozen other smaller pains. But it still would have been better than being violated except for his last action. He grabbed my wings, which were torn and bloodied from where they were being suspended above me, and broke several of the bones in each wing. Comparatively, the pain of broken bones, especially such small bones, wasn’t nearly as painful as what else he had done to me. But I knew I wouldn’t get real medical attention, I knew I’d just be tossed back in that tiny little hole in the wall, with my wings still chained awkwardly, and that the bones had very little chance of healing properly. And if they didn’t heal properly, I would never be able to fly again.
After that, I couldn’t bring myself to care about anything. After my rape he didn’t bother with the food or oral choice anymore; I regularly got food, and he would just force himself into my mouth during a punishment session if he wanted it. I didn’t ‘offer’ myself again, not out of any real resistance, but because I figured there was a better chance of him killing me by accident while torturing me than while raping me. It didn’t take much to get him annoyed, I found out, and from the bits of conversation I overheard, I had lasted longer than most of his ‘pets’ did. The one thing that made me happy was that apparently he wore them out within a year or so. There were bets amongst the servants about how long I would last. I hoped the one maid would win – she gave me the least time at no more than another six months.
Unfortunately for me, it didn’t take him too long to grow tired of his ‘choice’ game. I forced myself not to react anymore, hoping that by my silence I would goad him into doing fatal harm. He must have realized what I was doing though because shortly after that he gave up expecting me to offer myself. When I was called up to his room I would have no idea what was coming. My second time being raped was just as bad as the first; my ass had time to heal, but there were still scabs inside from where he had torn me up, and his first thrust opened those up. Thinking I knew what was coming, I tried to be quiet, but it didn’t work. The pain, if anything, was worse. He pushed me down, grabbing my horns to pull me back onto his cock. I could feel him inside me, deeper than anything should go, and I could feel my stomach turning at the sensation. I was just as much of a wreck as he finally finished, and I curled in on myself, sobbing quietly. I had no pride left to protect anyway, and crying at least gave me some sort of outlet. I could hear him sneering at me, and he kicked me in the gut because I was ‘in his way’ but he still had to finally call for servants to drag me downstairs again. Unfortunately this time I was awake, and I heard all of their comments about how good a fuck I must be, and that they couldn’t wait to get a shot at my ass. It made me wonder if there was any truth to that – just having the lord violating me was bad enough, would I become fair game to the rest of the manor like the pets back at the training facility?
From then on, when he had finished with me, I didn’t wait for him to call servants. No matter how much pain I was in, not matter how much the fluids dripping from me made me want to throw up, it was still less pain than being dragged along like so much dead weight by my collar. It didn’t take long for word to spread that Maeslin had successfully broken in his newest pet, and when I was leaving his rooms, I would have to endure servants coming up and molesting me, grabbing my ass, some even going so far as to stick a finger or two in my abused hole, and of course even the ones who didn’t touch me had to make the disgusting comments.
Part of me was upset that they were right; that I was broken, but there was no more point in fighting. I had done what I could to not let the demeaning posing and silence get to me during training, I had fought as long as I could against the inevitable outcome of losing my virginity to the monster who called himself my master, but I had lost, and I knew it. The weeks blended into months, with a steady stream of torture and rape. There would be nights when he was in a particularly foul mood, and he would torture me before raping me. Or, less often, he would do the opposite, and occasionally I would end up remaining bound strung up or tied over a table overnight once he was done with me so he could pick up where he left off in the morning. The servants got into it too; I would often be made to stop and ‘clean up’ my mess, licking back along the corridor where my master’s seed and my blood had dripped down my legs. I threw up after the first few times, but quickly learned to control my stomach so I wouldn’t have to clean that up as well.
I found myself forgetting what life had been like before I was taken. It seemed like forever since I had been outside, talked to someone, sat down at a table to eat, been treated like an equal. My wings, as I had feared, didn’t heal correctly, so I knew even if I somehow got out of this nightmare, the sky was forever lost to me. I just stopped caring; it had slowly dawned on me that even if I were able to escape, my family was dead and my home gone. Death I had decided was preferable, and I prayed for that daily, but the Master was smart enough to avoid doing anything that would do serious harm. He actually didn’t even do anything that would permanently scar me; which was bad as that meant he didn’t mean to use me until he finally killed me, it meant he planned to use me until he got tired of me and then sell me.
After the first few months, they stopped assigning someone to go with me back and forth to the Master’s room. I guess they realized I wasn’t going anywhere. That is, until the first ‘guest’ came. I had gone to the Master’s bedroom, as normal, but when I got there it wasn’t just the Master, it was him and another man, a disgusting looking, greasy man. They were sitting at the table discussing what sounded like business when I came in and knelt as I had learned to do.
“Ah, and here’s my present to you. You have an hour with my pet; so long as you don’t leave any permanent marks, you can do whatever you want to him.”
The lecherous grin on the other’s face made no secret of what he planned on doing. What followed was the most disgusting hour of my life. He was much smaller than Master, so the pain of penetration wasn’t as bad, I barely bled, but the rest was worst. He smelled, for one thing. At least Master had proper hygiene, this guy didn’t seem like he knew the meaning of bathing. He made me go down on him while he attempted to get me hard, and then had me rim him. I had never done that before, and that earned me a few swats with the paddle until I figured out what he wanted. I probably still wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t practically shoved me between his asscheeks. Luckily it was only for a few minutes before I had been tossed back to the floor and mounted. He even pulled out before he came and shot his load on my face. After he left I just sat there trying not to gag. From the look of disgust on Master’s face when he came back in I must have looked pretty bad as well, and he ordered me washed off, which I was immensely thankful for. If I had to endure his stench on me any longer I wouldn’t have been able to keep myself from vomiting. Of course, after the wash down I was dragged back to Master’s room, where he took me again.
That must have been the test run for renting me out to his business associates, because after that I found myself having to ‘service’ different men on occasion. They were normally not as painful as when Master had me, but most enjoyed making me demean myself – as if there was any pride left in me to bruise. They were probably less harsh just because they were afraid to harm Maeslin’s property. Not only his slaves and servants feared him. The normal routine was basic sex, along with debasing acts such as eating them out, and then coming or even sometimes pissing on me. If there were two of them, they’d generally take me one from each end. Afterwards the Master always had to take me again, I suppose in some primitive male staking his claim type way. Luckily, as it was generally my second or sometimes third time for the night, the pain as he penetrated me wasn’t nearly as bad as when he was the only one to have me that night. It was amazing what little things got me through those few months.
It was one night when I was stopped from heading straight up to the Master’s room when I made my one and only escape attempt. The ex-slave, Thena, led me instead to the ballroom, saying that I was to be the main attraction at Maeslin’s business gathering. I knew what that mean – I remembered the one I had to pose for at the training centre, but instead of being half a dozen or so possible pets to fuck, there would only be me. I watched as the servants set up, and I got more nervous as more and more drinks and snacks were brought into the room, as well as additional seating. There was one time a servant left and the doors remained open. I glanced around, and noticed the room was empty, and before I let myself think about what I was doing, I had taken off for the door. My legs were unsteady from disuse, so I fell into a sort of weird, hunched over run. It wasn’t graceful, but it worked. I was able to use my wings to glide down the stairs in the front of the manor, and took off towards the trees I could see in the distance. I heard yelling coming from behind me, and knew my bid for freedom had been discovered. I ran as quickly as I could; if I could make it to the trees I had a fighting chance. Far too soon I heard hooves behind me, and when I looked over, I saw the Pegasus who had spoken to me the first day. He looked sorry to see me, and clearly upset at my appearance, but with Maeslin on his back, there was nothing he could do to aid my escape. I put on a burst of speed, but months of abuse had taken their toll, and I knew I wasn’t going to make it. The Master leaned down and grabbed me by the chain and dragged me along behind him back towards the manor. I was covered in dirt and scrapes from the ground when we got back to the house.
I was shaking, I knew what happened would be bad; all the times previous hadn’t even been punishments. A bucket of cold water was dumped over my head to wash off the dirt, and I was brought back to the ballroom and chained to the post they had originally led me to. I curled up as best I could, I didn’t want to be the ‘entertainment’; I wanted Maeslin to punish me so harshly he lost himself and killed me. I was only in the room for a few minutes before I saw another servant come in. He put a glass of water to my lips and made me drink it, then unchained me. He changed the iron bands and chains on my wings to more decorative bonds; then left me alone again. I was completely confused – why would they unchain me? Unless Maeslin was that sure that I wouldn’t run again. Of course, that was probably a safe assumption; the pathetic attempt I had made wasn’t worth repeating.
Eventually I saw the Master’s guests start arriving. Most paid me little heed; and they all took seats and continued to talk about their business. I tried to listen in, but I was distracted by the weird sensations. I was hot, and I was itchy. It took me a few minutes to realize I was hard, and rubbing myself against the floor. By now, my soft moans had gotten the men’s attention and I had about a dozen hungry gazes staring at me. However, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I dimly heard Maeslin talking, asking who wanted to be the first to try me out. I could feel his hand on my ass, and without consciously meaning to, I pushed back against it. That got a laugh from the surrounding men, and I felt someone’s cock pushing up against me. He pushed in, and it hurt, but at the same time it sort of felt good – I wanted him to push in more. I felt someone stroking me, and I looked up in a daze to see it was Maeslin; he had shoved something into my urethra, and there was again that strange pain/not pain feeling. Another man had meanwhile pushed his cock against my lips, and I tried to resist that, but at a particularly painful thrust from behind me, he managed to get into my mouth and start fucking my mouth. It took them a few minutes to find a rhythm, and then they went to town. It didn’t take long before the guy behind me was coming, and as someone else took his place I felt the man using my mouth’s release flow down my throat. By this time I had no gag reflex left, so I swallowed without thinking. I continued to be double teamed from both sides, not getting a rest in between men. I had thought there were only a couple dozen men, but it felt like more, unless they were taking seconds. Or perhaps Master was letting them have one use of each my mouth and ass. I didn’t care; whatever it was that had been given to me, I need to have those cocks in me. It wasn’t that I was feeling any real pleasure; it was just a primal need. The men were rough, and even though after the first few men there was plenty of cum and blood to lube me up, I had already been torn so it was still going to hurt. With the drug I remained hard, but with whatever Master had shoved into my cock I couldn’t come. I needed to come so badly it was painful. I think even if I had been granted release it would have been more pain than pleasure, but he never let me have that relief. The room was starting to quiet down, and I thought that a lot of the guests must have left, but I was still filled from both sides. I could hear them talking above me, they had been all night, but suddenly the men inside me stopped and pulled out without coming. I groaned, but shortly found myself straddling one of the gusts. He thrust back up into me, and my gasp was enough for my mouth to be filled again. It was strange, I had never been taken this way before; it wasn’t as bad as being mounted as I normally was. He couldn’t get as much strength behind his thrusts, although with my weight bearing down on him, his cock went deeper inside me.
That changed after I felt a familiar presence at my back. I heard Master whisper in my ear, “Let’s see how much use you got tonight. Remember, this is only part one of the punishment.” Before I had time to wonder what he meant, I was crying out in shock and pain as he pushed himself inside my ass with the other man’s cock still there. I heard the man below me groaning about how tight it was, but all I could feel was the pain. I don’t know if the drug was wearing off or if the pain was overriding it, but I found myself having a hard time breathing. And then all three started moving. The feel of my insides being torn up by the two cocks inside me was overwhelming. I knew I had tears streaming down my face, but I couldn’t help it. My moans of pain must have felt good to the man fucking my mouth, as it didn’t take too long to shoot himself down my throat. It barely even registered when he pulled out. I knew Maeslin’s stamina, and it seemed the other guy was determined to meet him thrust for thrust. I had no voice left, and my mouth was dry from use, cum and moaning, but I couldn’t control the whimpers that still escaped. The man below me had a death grip on my thighs, his bony hips digging into mine on each thrust, and Maeslin was pushing me down onto him on each thrust. Finally, I felt the man below me starting to lose his rhythm, and though I couldn’t even feel it at this point, I knew he had come. Master lasted a few minutes longer, but finally I felt his seed hit my abused walls and he slumped over me. After his customary moment to catch his breath, he tried to pull out. It was still a tight fit, however, and he ended up using his fingers to stretch my ass open to pull himself out. The other man pulled out at the same time with a groan.
I was tossed unceremoniously to the side, lying in a pool of filth, and the last thing I heard was the other man’s laughing comment that I hadn’t been as stretched out as he had thought.
I was woken up some time later; I had no idea how long, to someone thrusting into my already overused ass. I couldn’t help the groan that escaped. “That’s it pet, beg for my cock.” Unfortunately he thrust hard into me and I couldn’t help the second groan of pain that escaped. This just encouraged him, and he went to town. He pulled out after I felt him release inside me, and I was finally able to see it had been one of the servants who set up the ballroom last night. I found I was completely unable to stand up, my lower half hurt so badly, but I was able to twist around, and see that I was once again chained to the pole, and stuck above the chain was a sign that simply read ‘free game’.
I buried my head in my hands, and tried to shut everything out. This must be my punishment, as if last night hadn’t been enough.
What a good little slut, so eager!
Oooh, his ass is still so tight! How do you manage that?
Ugh, I’m going to have to come back for seconds, I’m not going to last
Your pet is the best fuck I’ve had in ages; thanks for letting us have him!
He looks even better covered in cum.
Look how hard he is, he must be loving this.
That’s it slut, let us see your ass.
Yea, take my cock like the bitch you are.
That was what I had been turned into – just like those men had said, all I was good for was sex. I had been made into a slut, a pet, a...sex slave, one without even a hint of humanity. Everything I had planned on for my future, the schooling I had wanted, following in my father’s career, it was all gone, and there was no getting it back, whether I got out of here or not.
The rest of the day I spent in the same daze, not noticing when other men wandered through to use me, not caring when a slave came in to clean me up a bit from the previous night. I couldn’t even bring myself to worry when I was taken to Master and raped again. The punishment came afterwards, and it was just as painful as I had imagined, but I took the pain stoically. He eventually stopped, and grabbed my chin, looking me straight in the eyes. I gazed back, and I didn’t need to see the satisfied smile on his face to know that my eyes now looked as empty as those pets I had pitied in the training centre.
Converting /tmp/phpgNozyK to /dev/stdout