Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ To Freedom ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )
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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: 6.8K | Visits: 303 | 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: 6.8K | Visits: 303 | Status: Work In Progress
Looking up, I shuddered as the door to my cell opened. Thena was waiting, and I dragged myself forward. Moving hurt; the last session in Master’s playroom had involved him making dozens of tiny cuts in my hands and knees. Still, it wasn’t the worst I had endured, so I followed Thena to the Master’s room. It had been a few months, I think, since my failed escape attempt, and there hadn’t even been a glimmer of another chance at one. There was rarely a time that I didn’t have some sort of broken bone, one that would hamper any attempt. It wasn’t any sort of obvious thing; I was almost never leashed anymore, and I had been brought to a few more of Maeslin’s ‘parties’ where I was forced to pose and then ‘entertain’ without being tied up in any way. Even when I was tied up, it was chains or leashes that would be easy to break, even in my weakened condition. Either the Master wanted me to try and escape so he could punish me again, or he was confident that I was so broken I wouldn’t try.
Truthfully, it was a little bit of both. I could still remember the pain of that session; how I faded in and out of consciousness for days afterwards. Maeslin was livid; he had thought I was going to die on him, and as soon as I was conscious enough to respond at all, he raped me several times; tearing my still healing insides as he ranted about how I wouldn’t escape him through death either. Unfortunately this was truly the case; he was very careful to bring me to the point where I didn’t think I could physically take anymore, and then drag me back kicking and screaming from that edge.
I also hated that outwards there was little sign of the nightly tortures. The rapes only damaged me internally, leaving no sign of them once the blood and cum were washed away. If he whipped me or caned me he did it on the scaled sections of my body, which grew back eventually. Broken bones healed, and he even made sure that the doctor that tended me set them correctly. The things that were visible were the capped horns, my tattered wings, random missing scales, my clawless hands and feet, and the fact that I was significantly underweight.
There was also the matter of the piercings. Maeslin took great pleasure in adding piercings all over my body, using them as leash leads, attaching weights to them, or just randomly yanking on them. In addition to the ones in my horns, and my ears, there were also rings through my nipples, through my navel, and several running up and down my cock, as well as behind my balls. Those, along with the nipples, were the worst, as Maeslin’s guests took great joy in playing with them. The ones in my horns hurt nearly as much, but thankfully only the Master realized how sensitive they were, so they were generally left alone. I hated how I looked; on several occasions for his parties I had been ‘dressed up’ – the piercings exchanged for ones with gemstones, which was a torturous experience in itself, gaudy chains wrapped in and around my wings, weighing them down, and makeup applied liberally. I looked like what I was, and I hated it.
As we entered Maeslin’s rooms, I immediately dropped down. It had been a long time since I bothered with any sort of defiance, and it wasn’t like not prostrating myself in front of him would stop him from raping me if he was in the mood to. Sure enough, I heard movement behind me, and the feel of his erection shoving into me. True to his word, after the first time there wasn’t even a facade of pretending to prepare me; if he was in the mood he might slick himself up, but that would be it; although when he did it was for his benefit and not mine. If I went too long without anyone taking me, the scabs on my internal walls got rough, and didn’t break open as easily. That made it slightly painful for him as the scabs scratched along his cock, so he would add some oil to himself.
This time, however, it was only a few days since my last violation, so there was no need for anything. It had gotten to the point where the sex was the least painful of the tortures visited on me, when it was just Maeslin at least. Aside from the burn of his entry, and the stinging of the broken scabs, it was the least pain I’d be in for the rest of the night. I rested my forehead on my hands and closed my eyes, doing what I could to block out the sounds of Maeslin’s grunting, the slick slide of his cock inside me, and the feel of blood trickling down my thigh. Eventually the Master lost his rhythm, and with a few harsh thrusts I felt his seed inside me, stinging into the cuts. A few minutes later he pulled out, and I tensed up, praying that he would just issue an order for me to return to my cell. Unfortunately, it appeared he was in a bad mood, and his release had just taken the edge off.
“Onto the chair.” I shuddered, but obeyed. I crawled into the Master’s playroom, and stretched myself up when I got to one of his favourite torture devices. The ‘chair’ was really just a stool that he could fit any number of painful things onto. Right now there was a deceptively painless looking dildo situated on it. With a deep breath, I sat down on it; thanks to the previous fucking I was able to take it in fairly easily until it hit the widest section. Gritting my teeth, I relaxed my muscles and allowed myself to fall down the last few inches. I whimpered a bit as it stretched me, but doing it myself was better than having Maeslin push me down. Wiggling around a bit, I tried to ease the ache a bit before Master came in to continue his fun. Only a few minutes later the man entered the room. I still couldn’t control the flinch when he looked at me. He bound me up quickly, pulling my wings up and attaching the chain to one in the ceiling, binding my arms up by my neck, and pinning my tail to the floor.
I grit my teeth at the pain as the hole in my tail was re-opened. He was always careful to let it start closing and then re-open it. The doctor had expressed some concern over it becoming infected and losing the limb entirely, but a magically enhanced salve kept the risk of infection both there and anywhere else on my body down to nearly nothing. Hearing Maeslin at the wall behind me, I relaxed a bare bit. It sounded like he was in the mood to whip me, which was always one of the lesser evils. He had to be careful not to permanently scar me, after all.
The first strike startled me, like always, and I instinctively arched away from it. To my surprise, however, as I moved, the large object inside me sent off an electric current, racing through my body. My eyes shot open as the shock ran through me. Before the last tingles had faded away, another strike landed across my back, and I arched again, which sent another, stronger shock through me. I shuddered as the pain started to fade, panting for breath.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” Maeslin’s voice came from behind me, sounding smug. “I got it off a passing wizard. He said that the design was originally for disciplining magically enhanced non-humans. It reacts to your magic, so every time you move...” I could envision the sadistic grin on his face. By moving as he struck me, I was in essence ‘punishing’ myself, because of what I was. The magic was still in me; I may not be able to use it, but it was still there. The pain came from both the physical shock going through me, and the pointed reminder of what I had lost.
More strikes came, and though I tried not to move, it wasn’t possible to remain completely still as the Master whipped me. The lashes on my back were a sharp pain conflicting with the overwhelming ache of having bottled lightning racing through my body. Even when he paused, it didn’t lead to relief; I would slump forward, and pull on either my bound wings or tail, bringing a quick stab of pain to those extremities.
I passed out a few times, waking to find the Master still attacking me. He had moved onto my front; whipping at the sensitive areas of my groin, stomach and chest. The shocks got worse when he centred on my groin; the attacks there caused my ass to clench, which made the shocks that much more intense.
Eventually the worst of his anger must have passed, as he put the whip away and then returned to stand in front of me. He undid his laces and shoved his erection into my mouth and down my throat. He grabbed hold of my bound hands and fucked my face hard and fast. The movement also had the unfortunate side effect of moving my entire body. He also had a lot of stamina left as he had already come once before, and the torture continued for far longer than I thought I would be able to stand. After what seemed like half the night, he pulled out, shooting onto my face and into my dry mouth. His orgasm finished, he forced his softening cock back into my mouth. I dutifully cleaned it, and was only mildly surprised when he started to piss down my throat. Once he was finished he wiped himself off in my hair, and left, not even bothering to lock the door behind him.
The night passed slowly; the pain from my wings, tail and back keeping me awake for the most part, and even when I started to fall asleep, I would move and literally shock myself awake. The foul taste in my mouth didn’t help matters either. I probably dozed off and on, as I tended to do when left in his playroom overnight, and was actually relieved to see the door open. The Master came in, took care of both his morning erection and morning piss, and finally released me from the chair. I collapsed, my body numb from being in one position, and my hands still bound behind my head. He released my arms after I had struggled to right myself, and snapped his fingers. I followed, trying my best to not fall behind.
I had, by this time, come to know the layout of the mansion fairly well; I knew we were headed towards the front rooms, and was surprised to think that Maeslin would show me off to his associates looking how I did. Not that it personally mattered to me either way; the physical abuse would be the same, and the verbal abuse only slightly different and no less hard to block out, but being washed off would be very welcome right now.
We didn’t stop in any of the rooms used to entertain, however, but continued on to the front doors. I started to get very nervous; this was completely out of the ordinary, and that was always reason for alarm. We went outside, and towards the stables I had only glimpsed before. There were a lot of men wandering around, and mounts of all sorts. Most looked to be normal horses, but there were a few that I could tell were Were-horses, and of course the Master’s Pegasus.
“Gentlemen! I hope your journey here was pleasant. I’ve brought a treat for your mounts, as I’m sure that they have worked hard today.”
An older man, frail looking physically, but with just as much presence as Maeslin, looked me over, smirking slightly at the mess on my face. “That’s all well and good Maeslin, but I thought we had all come out here with the promise of being able to sample it ourselves.”
Maeslin chuckled. “Of course you will. It will be thoroughly washed before joining us after dinner.”
Several of the other men had finished handing their mounts over to waiting slaves, and were eyeing me with interest and no little bit of lust. The white haired man, obviously in charge, nodded once. “Very well then, if you think it’s capable of that much work in one day. We shall meet you inside?”
“Oh, it’s more than capable. And I will show you to your rooms personally.” He pushed me forward, towards the waiting horses and stable hands, before turning and heading back to the mansion. I knelt in shock, not sure what to do. I could easily grab one of the mounts, the intelligent ones, and take off, couldn’t I?
But it didn’t take more than a quick glimpse around to disabuse me of that idea. There were subtly placed guards, already mounted, and I knew that any attempt would lead to a quick capture and a repeat of the horror that had met my first escape attempt. I still wasn’t going to get any closer to the horses than I already was though. I could just sit here until Thena reclaimed me to wash me off for the evening’s ‘entertainment’.
Apparently that wasn’t good enough; as the head groom, leading one of the Were’s, approached me. The horse, unable to talk in that form, just gave me a sorrowful look, not any happier about this situation than I was. I still wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, however, as the other didn’t seem to have any inclination to get aroused. I wouldn’t be either, in his position. It was rape for him as surely as it was for me; he was just on the other end of it.
The groom kicked me, sending face first into the dirt, dirtying my face even more. “Well, get to it slut. Get him hard and then bend over.”
I shuddered, and shared one last look with the other non-human. He closed his eyes, and breathed the closets he could get to a sigh in his current form. I crawled underneath him, staring at the sheath in front of me. What was I exactly supposed to do? And could the punishment for not doing this be worse? Unluckily I knew the answer to the second would be undeniably ‘yes’. I reached up, stroking softly at first, and watched as a small shudder ran through the much larger form. Feeling a little bit less nervous, I continued stroking as the head of his penis finally started to appear. Wanting to get this over with quickly, I knelt up more, and licked at the large head. It was a good thing I had been stretched out on the dildo all night; otherwise this cock would have torn me in half. When he was all the way out, I turned over, bracing myself over a mounting block that had been dragged over for this purpose. I tried to calm my shacking body as the horse’s body stood over me, reminding myself over and over I had endured worse. It just didn’t seem that way when the head of that enormous cock nudged at my abused ass.
I whimpered as it finally pushed past my sphincter and sank into me. It was only the head, and I could tell, as the Were started thrusting shallowly, that the other non-human was trying to do what he could to cause me the least pain, which I appreciated. Unfortunately, since he was only reluctantly aroused, it took forever for him to finally come. The sheer amount of his release shocked me, as it ran down my legs to pool on the ground. He backed up quickly, and with a gentle nudge of his nose, walked back to his handler.
Without having time to move, I heard and felt another mount come up behind me. I could tell this was one of the Weres, and the gentle entry and prolonged sex only verified that. I thought I had counted three Weres when I came into the courtyard, along with six or seven regular horses. My legs and arms were started to get sore from leaning in the same position, and I didn’t want to think about enduring this for hours longer. Still, as the third Were came to take the second’s place, I couldn’t help but think it was still better than whatever their masters would come up with.
The first of the true horses proved me very quickly wrong. The stallion was a lot less tractable, and for a few minutes I was worried he would kick me or step on me rather than mounting me. However, his handler had to have done this before (probably with a real mare rather than a slave, but with this perverted group, who knows) and quickly got the horse under control and on top of me. With some assistance, his cock found my entrance, and he thrust in. There was no easing into me, or shallow thrusting this time, however; he plunged in as far as he could, and set up a brutal pace, pushing a little more of his long cock into me each time. I started to squirm, trying to get away, as he reached into me further than Maeslin ever had. It was hurting, something deep in my gut was aching, and I was worried there might be something ripped internally, more than just my ass. However, the long length inside of me held me in place, and all I could do was cry until the horse released.
Thankfully, being an actual animal, it was a quick coupling, and the huge erection was ripped out of me after what I knew had to be only maybe ten or fifteen minutes. The handlers pulled the stallion away, and a few more tied me down more securely onto the mounting block while the second stallion was brought forward. He was less fidgety than the first, and plunged into me without needing assistance. I cried out as he went into me fully, and I could feel the edge of his sheath at my ass. I was shocked to realize the entire thing was inside me, although it certainly felt like it.
The rest of the horses went the same, and after the last was led off, I was looking forward to being released and washed.
“Hey Dee, want to have some fun?”
The head handler looked up from where he was about to untie me, and frowned. “Wha sort? He’s way too stretched out ta be a decent fuck, and I thou’ ya liked girls anyway.”
“Nah, not me. I wouldna fuck a animal either way. I just thought it might be fun ta let some of tha Master’s herd at him.”
“Get Krill. That should be good.” The grin on his face boded no good for me. I was left alone as the handlers put the visitor’s mounts in the stable, and then I heard the sound of the boys returning and the steady hoof beats of a single horse. When I saw the front legs move to either side of me, I started struggling again. Each hoof was probably the size of my head – and that meant a heavy work horse was behind me. Proportionately speaking, he would be a monster. I was tied too tightly however, and the handler moved the heavy erection to my ass. Even after the fucking I had endured, there was still resistance as the head breached me, and I barely had time to adjust to that pain when the rest of the horse’s cock followed. It just seemed to keep going, and any time my body started to stall the stallion’s forward movement, he would just keep plunging forward. With a last push, I knew the horse was seated fully inside me. Withdrawing, I was shocked to feel how much was inside my body, but thoughts were quickly pushed out of my head when he thrust all the way back in.
I lost control of my stomach, although there was thankfully nothing in my stomach other than cum and piss, so the only thing that came up was bile. The stallion couldn’t move very fast, I was just too small, so I could feel every inch of that huge cock moving in and out of me, and I knew that serious harm was being done to my gut, Unfortunately I could do nothing but endure, and hope the horse wouldn’t take too long. I passed out briefly as the stallion picked up speed, and when I came to, he was going at a quick pace, which made me hope it was nearly over. The horse’s release was nearly as bad as the rape; his seed filling me as painfully full as the enemas I had to endure nearly daily.
The horse pulled out, sending a river of cum to join the large pool already at my feet. I was untied, and practically dragged to the back on the mansion, where I was thoroughly hosed off. I barely felt it however, still in shock from the last brutal fucking I had endured. The enemas were horrifying, and I knew something had been damaged inside me. With any luck it would kill me, preferably quickly.
Still, there was the rest of the night to get through. It was another ‘dress up’ night, and I was adorned with silver powder on my skin, and a silver sheen added to my scales. My piercings were exchanged for dangling sapphires, and black kohl was added around my eyes. My lips were pinched to seem fuller, and my cheeks pinched to add a bit of colour to my unnaturally pale complexion. Once I was deemed ready, I was led down to the reception room, where Master and his guests were just finishing their talks. It was only years later that I found out that the men there were politicians whose main goal was to keep non-humans from obtaining any sort of protection.
Other than a few appreciative glances, I was ignored at first. That was fine with me; my gut was still aching, and I knew that once they did notice me I would end up having to service each of them, possibly multiple times. At least most of them were older, less stamina. But there were still a dozen of them, and I’d long since learned that if they were no longer able to violate me with their bodies, they would find other ways to inflict pain on me.
Finally the one that looked to be the oldest, and also the one in charge, came and knelt in front of me. His thin hands ran over my body, pinching at my nipples, fondling my limp penis, and stroking over my ass. I sat perfectly still; after all, as humiliating as this was, at least it didn’t hurt. When he was done, he looked at me, and his gaze was neutral, none of the cruelty or lust I was used to seeing.
“So, little half animal, your Master has said that you are the best slave he’s had in bed in a decade. We are going to play a game tonight. You will service us all willingly and eagerly, and in any way we desire, and if we are all satisfied, then you will be granted your freedom. I will personally see you to the border. If you fail, then you will remain here with Maeslin. I think that this is more than fair of us; you stand to lose nothing, and you would service us regardless. But I have always preferred a willing partner, and in my honour Maeslin has agreed to this little bet.”
The condescending tone would have bothered me at one point in time, but his words were more important. I couldn’t believe that he was telling the truth – why would Maeslin give me up for something like this? I knew he had no desire to get rid of me until I no longer entertained him. But at the same time – could I risk the fact that he was being honest? It was a chance at freedom, real freedom without the risk of being recaptured. But would it still be rape? I could take some small comfort in the fact that everything that had happened to me had been unwilling, done with either no choice, or with the threat of a more severe punishment to ensure my cooperation. This I would be agreeing to; it would be my choice. I couldn’t shake the fact that this would make me the whore that Maeslin called me.
But in the end, there really wasn’t a choice. I wasn’t willing to pass up a chance to get out of here for good. Leaning forward, I took the laces of his breeches in my teeth and undid his pants as I had been forced to learn how to do in the past year. The man’s erection pushed free of the cloth, already fully hard, and surprisingly not much different than a younger man’s cock. If the pubic hair hadn’t been as white as the hair on his head, I wouldn’t have ever guessed from looking at it that it was an older man. I was grateful for that, the task was debasing enough without making it worse. With one last deep breath, I braced myself and took him in. He moaned and tightened his hands in my hair. I was relieved; I knew Maeslin loved to taunt me about what a good little cocksucker I was, but since I had never actually tried to please him, just get him off as fast as possible, I didn’t know if it was true or if he said it just to belittle me. But still, for just this once I hoped that I did a good enough job.
It took much more time than I had expected before I felt his balls draw up and his release flood my mouth. I dutifully swallowed; as disgusting as the taste was, if this was the last night I would have to endure it, then I would.
“Hmm, very good. Now, I believe that there are others waiting to use your delicious body.”
I crawled forward, trying to determine who the best would be to take second to better my chances at freedom. Picking one that looked less eager, and therefore was probably more important I headed towards the couch he was seated on, and leaned forward to take him in my mouth. To my surprise, he stopped me after just a few licks.
“As lovely as your mouth is, I would much rather have that ass. Come up here on my lap, back to me, so the good Duke can use your mouth.”
I let him fall out of my mouth and climbed up as gracefully as I could with my lower half still aching. Positioning myself on his lap, I allowed myself to fall down, taking his thankfully rather small erection into my body. It still hurt, since my ass was sore from the abuse it had taken in the stables, but I was also very loose, so he sank in easily. Placing his hands on my hips, he thrust upward. Belatedly I realized I needed to move to actually ‘eagerly’ service him, and bracing myself on his thighs I started moving myself up and down on his cock. It was awkward, and I don’t know how much he could possibly be enjoying this, but the moans and bites at my shoulders and wings proved that he was. Another man, the Duke I guessed from the man’s words, stepped in front of me and I carefully leaned forward, trying to not let the man slip out of my body.
The whole ‘actively participating’ thing was much harder than I expected, but then again, the old man had only said I had to willingly and eagerly, nothing about well. So long as I satisfied them. The thought of my freedom being so close had me moving quicker, and sucking harder, and it wasn’t long before both men found their release.
I crawled off the man’s lap, and into the lap of yet another noble. This one had me face him so he could play with and bite at my nipples, and another came up behind the couch so I could take him in my mouth. We had barely gotten a rhythm going when I felt another cock prodding at me. I contained my shudder and obediently slowed down so that the second man could force his way inside. I hated when two men wanted to take me at once, but with the events of the afternoon I was already sufficiently stretched. Both men groaned, and I couldn’t help the groan of pain that slipped out. Thankfully, it vibrated against the cock in my mouth, sending him over the edge. The men inside me laughed at how much I must have wanted both of them, but I was too busy trying to make myself start moving again to worry about whatever they were saying. They were enjoying themselves, and that was all that mattered. That, and my freedom.
The evening moved into night, and each man had taken at least two turns with me. Maeslin was the only one who hadn’t moved, and I was getting nervous. Finally, when it appeared that everyone else was spent, I crawled over to him, and took him in my mouth. From long experience, I knew what he enjoyed, and I used every trick I knew to get him off. He still didn’t show any signs of stopping, and I finally pulled back. There was one last thing I could do, and I knew it was probably what the Master was waiting for. I sat up, and as I had done with the second man of the evening, lowered myself onto his long length. He went deeper than any of the other men there that night and the tip of his erection brushed against the tissue that had been bruised earlier. I couldn’t help whimpering, but that seemed to break Maeslin’s resolved, and he surged up within me. All I could do was hold on as he thrust with abandon, and I knew that he hadn’t been as unaffected as he had pretended to be. The sight of me willingly servicing his associates must have been quite the turn on, and it was only a few pain filled minutes before I felt him shoot deep into my bowels. He pushed me off his lap, and I collapsed in a pile on the floor at his feet. If that hadn’t been good enough, I didn’t know what would have been. I closed my eyes, and waited for the verdict.
I felt an almost gentle hand on my head, and I moved just enough to bring him into view. The older man was in front of me again, smiling. It was a real smile, not malicious or taunting in any way, and my heart leapt. Did that mean that I would be set free?
“Very good little one. We will leave tomorrow for the border. Now I think Maeslin would enjoy one last night with you.”
As painful as I knew the coming hours would be, it was worth it, to think that this would be the last time I would have to endure his tortures.
Maeslin clipped the leash back on, and Thena came in to bring me out and clean me off. Afterwards, she led me up to the Master’s bedroom where I prostrated myself and waited for his arrival.
I didn’t have long to wait, he came in and immediately sank into me. He took quite a long time to finish, probably due to his recent orgasm, but eventually I felt him release, and he plugged me up and dragged me into the playroom.
By the time he was done I was nearly scaleless, my claws had been taken out, even though they hadn’t grown in fully, and he had added a few piercings ‘to remember him by’. I was also sure I had a few broken or at least fractured ribs, and breathing came hard. It was dawn by the time he sent me away, and I was barely able to move.
Thena was waiting for me outside of the master bedroom and she led me down to the foyer, after a quick stop to get the worst of the blood off of me. She also pulled out the butt plug, and since it had been held in by small spikes, had to wait for the blood to stop leaking out of my ass. By the time I was presentable, she led me down to the foyer, where a few of the nobles from the previous night still lingered. Finally it was just the old man, and he took the leash from Thena with another smile at me.
I could barely contain myself as we left the building. The nightmare was finally over and I was heading to Phyla where I should have been all along. In the carriage I fell asleep, since it had been two days since I had gotten proper rest, and was woken by the old man shaking me awake. He helped me on shaky legs down from the carriage. It appeared we were by a cliff, and I was confused, and a little scared. Perhaps by freedom he had meant death – not that it wouldn’t be welcome next to Maeslin’s cruelty, but I had hoped so much that I would actually be able to live my life.
He led me over towards the edge, and knelt down beside me. “That, out there, is Phyla. It’s truly disgusting that not only do they treat creatures like you equals to real men, but it is rumoured that even members of nobility are animals like you. It sickens me that such a place exists, and with any luck, we will be able to convince our King and Council to go to war and wipe them out.
“Now, I did say that I would personally take you to the border. This is the border.” He released the chain on my collar, and I stood there in shock for a moment. “If you can get into Phyla, you’re free.”
I wanted to cry, to scream, to rip the old man’s lying tongue out. He hadn’t lied about a damn thing; if Maeslin hadn’t ruined my wings this would be nothing; I could easily fly over the border. But the scar tissue wouldn’t allow me to even glide from such a height. I dashed back past him, and headed towards the path. There had to be a way to get back down from here, and if I could find it, or at get far away that I could hide until pursuit let off, I could make it.
Unfortunately, I was still weak from lack of sleep, and the damage down to my ribs and gut slowed me down. I had barely made it a quarter mile before I heard someone following behind me. It was one of the guards, and he wasn’t even mounted. He caught me with ease, and slung me over his shoulder. Reaching the top of the cliff, he tossed me onto the ground. I shakily rose to my knees, panting as I tried to force air back into my lungs. The older man, the bastard, stepped behind me, and forced me to turn to look over the edge. I fell forward as he pushed inside me, but he grabbed me by the horns and forced my head up.
“Keep this in mind you disgusting creature. There is no escape for you. Your freedom is right there, but it is not something you can obtain. You are not human, you can never be human, and you can never be equal to someone who is. Even look at the events of last night; a real man would never have given himself as easily as you did. You have the deluded notion that you deserve to be free; but it’s clear you truly desire to serve those better than you.”
He finished off, and pulled out, tucking himself back in and stepping back to the carriage. I heard the guard who had caught me say something, and before I was able to move, I was being taken from both ends by the guards. I suffered through it silently, still staring out over the cliff. I didn’t care what the old bastard said. Even as the two finished off inside of me and tossed me back in the carriage to return to Maeslin’s mansion, I resolved that one day I would get to Phyla, and I would be free.
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Truthfully, it was a little bit of both. I could still remember the pain of that session; how I faded in and out of consciousness for days afterwards. Maeslin was livid; he had thought I was going to die on him, and as soon as I was conscious enough to respond at all, he raped me several times; tearing my still healing insides as he ranted about how I wouldn’t escape him through death either. Unfortunately this was truly the case; he was very careful to bring me to the point where I didn’t think I could physically take anymore, and then drag me back kicking and screaming from that edge.
I also hated that outwards there was little sign of the nightly tortures. The rapes only damaged me internally, leaving no sign of them once the blood and cum were washed away. If he whipped me or caned me he did it on the scaled sections of my body, which grew back eventually. Broken bones healed, and he even made sure that the doctor that tended me set them correctly. The things that were visible were the capped horns, my tattered wings, random missing scales, my clawless hands and feet, and the fact that I was significantly underweight.
There was also the matter of the piercings. Maeslin took great pleasure in adding piercings all over my body, using them as leash leads, attaching weights to them, or just randomly yanking on them. In addition to the ones in my horns, and my ears, there were also rings through my nipples, through my navel, and several running up and down my cock, as well as behind my balls. Those, along with the nipples, were the worst, as Maeslin’s guests took great joy in playing with them. The ones in my horns hurt nearly as much, but thankfully only the Master realized how sensitive they were, so they were generally left alone. I hated how I looked; on several occasions for his parties I had been ‘dressed up’ – the piercings exchanged for ones with gemstones, which was a torturous experience in itself, gaudy chains wrapped in and around my wings, weighing them down, and makeup applied liberally. I looked like what I was, and I hated it.
As we entered Maeslin’s rooms, I immediately dropped down. It had been a long time since I bothered with any sort of defiance, and it wasn’t like not prostrating myself in front of him would stop him from raping me if he was in the mood to. Sure enough, I heard movement behind me, and the feel of his erection shoving into me. True to his word, after the first time there wasn’t even a facade of pretending to prepare me; if he was in the mood he might slick himself up, but that would be it; although when he did it was for his benefit and not mine. If I went too long without anyone taking me, the scabs on my internal walls got rough, and didn’t break open as easily. That made it slightly painful for him as the scabs scratched along his cock, so he would add some oil to himself.
This time, however, it was only a few days since my last violation, so there was no need for anything. It had gotten to the point where the sex was the least painful of the tortures visited on me, when it was just Maeslin at least. Aside from the burn of his entry, and the stinging of the broken scabs, it was the least pain I’d be in for the rest of the night. I rested my forehead on my hands and closed my eyes, doing what I could to block out the sounds of Maeslin’s grunting, the slick slide of his cock inside me, and the feel of blood trickling down my thigh. Eventually the Master lost his rhythm, and with a few harsh thrusts I felt his seed inside me, stinging into the cuts. A few minutes later he pulled out, and I tensed up, praying that he would just issue an order for me to return to my cell. Unfortunately, it appeared he was in a bad mood, and his release had just taken the edge off.
“Onto the chair.” I shuddered, but obeyed. I crawled into the Master’s playroom, and stretched myself up when I got to one of his favourite torture devices. The ‘chair’ was really just a stool that he could fit any number of painful things onto. Right now there was a deceptively painless looking dildo situated on it. With a deep breath, I sat down on it; thanks to the previous fucking I was able to take it in fairly easily until it hit the widest section. Gritting my teeth, I relaxed my muscles and allowed myself to fall down the last few inches. I whimpered a bit as it stretched me, but doing it myself was better than having Maeslin push me down. Wiggling around a bit, I tried to ease the ache a bit before Master came in to continue his fun. Only a few minutes later the man entered the room. I still couldn’t control the flinch when he looked at me. He bound me up quickly, pulling my wings up and attaching the chain to one in the ceiling, binding my arms up by my neck, and pinning my tail to the floor.
I grit my teeth at the pain as the hole in my tail was re-opened. He was always careful to let it start closing and then re-open it. The doctor had expressed some concern over it becoming infected and losing the limb entirely, but a magically enhanced salve kept the risk of infection both there and anywhere else on my body down to nearly nothing. Hearing Maeslin at the wall behind me, I relaxed a bare bit. It sounded like he was in the mood to whip me, which was always one of the lesser evils. He had to be careful not to permanently scar me, after all.
The first strike startled me, like always, and I instinctively arched away from it. To my surprise, however, as I moved, the large object inside me sent off an electric current, racing through my body. My eyes shot open as the shock ran through me. Before the last tingles had faded away, another strike landed across my back, and I arched again, which sent another, stronger shock through me. I shuddered as the pain started to fade, panting for breath.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” Maeslin’s voice came from behind me, sounding smug. “I got it off a passing wizard. He said that the design was originally for disciplining magically enhanced non-humans. It reacts to your magic, so every time you move...” I could envision the sadistic grin on his face. By moving as he struck me, I was in essence ‘punishing’ myself, because of what I was. The magic was still in me; I may not be able to use it, but it was still there. The pain came from both the physical shock going through me, and the pointed reminder of what I had lost.
More strikes came, and though I tried not to move, it wasn’t possible to remain completely still as the Master whipped me. The lashes on my back were a sharp pain conflicting with the overwhelming ache of having bottled lightning racing through my body. Even when he paused, it didn’t lead to relief; I would slump forward, and pull on either my bound wings or tail, bringing a quick stab of pain to those extremities.
I passed out a few times, waking to find the Master still attacking me. He had moved onto my front; whipping at the sensitive areas of my groin, stomach and chest. The shocks got worse when he centred on my groin; the attacks there caused my ass to clench, which made the shocks that much more intense.
Eventually the worst of his anger must have passed, as he put the whip away and then returned to stand in front of me. He undid his laces and shoved his erection into my mouth and down my throat. He grabbed hold of my bound hands and fucked my face hard and fast. The movement also had the unfortunate side effect of moving my entire body. He also had a lot of stamina left as he had already come once before, and the torture continued for far longer than I thought I would be able to stand. After what seemed like half the night, he pulled out, shooting onto my face and into my dry mouth. His orgasm finished, he forced his softening cock back into my mouth. I dutifully cleaned it, and was only mildly surprised when he started to piss down my throat. Once he was finished he wiped himself off in my hair, and left, not even bothering to lock the door behind him.
The night passed slowly; the pain from my wings, tail and back keeping me awake for the most part, and even when I started to fall asleep, I would move and literally shock myself awake. The foul taste in my mouth didn’t help matters either. I probably dozed off and on, as I tended to do when left in his playroom overnight, and was actually relieved to see the door open. The Master came in, took care of both his morning erection and morning piss, and finally released me from the chair. I collapsed, my body numb from being in one position, and my hands still bound behind my head. He released my arms after I had struggled to right myself, and snapped his fingers. I followed, trying my best to not fall behind.
I had, by this time, come to know the layout of the mansion fairly well; I knew we were headed towards the front rooms, and was surprised to think that Maeslin would show me off to his associates looking how I did. Not that it personally mattered to me either way; the physical abuse would be the same, and the verbal abuse only slightly different and no less hard to block out, but being washed off would be very welcome right now.
We didn’t stop in any of the rooms used to entertain, however, but continued on to the front doors. I started to get very nervous; this was completely out of the ordinary, and that was always reason for alarm. We went outside, and towards the stables I had only glimpsed before. There were a lot of men wandering around, and mounts of all sorts. Most looked to be normal horses, but there were a few that I could tell were Were-horses, and of course the Master’s Pegasus.
“Gentlemen! I hope your journey here was pleasant. I’ve brought a treat for your mounts, as I’m sure that they have worked hard today.”
An older man, frail looking physically, but with just as much presence as Maeslin, looked me over, smirking slightly at the mess on my face. “That’s all well and good Maeslin, but I thought we had all come out here with the promise of being able to sample it ourselves.”
Maeslin chuckled. “Of course you will. It will be thoroughly washed before joining us after dinner.”
Several of the other men had finished handing their mounts over to waiting slaves, and were eyeing me with interest and no little bit of lust. The white haired man, obviously in charge, nodded once. “Very well then, if you think it’s capable of that much work in one day. We shall meet you inside?”
“Oh, it’s more than capable. And I will show you to your rooms personally.” He pushed me forward, towards the waiting horses and stable hands, before turning and heading back to the mansion. I knelt in shock, not sure what to do. I could easily grab one of the mounts, the intelligent ones, and take off, couldn’t I?
But it didn’t take more than a quick glimpse around to disabuse me of that idea. There were subtly placed guards, already mounted, and I knew that any attempt would lead to a quick capture and a repeat of the horror that had met my first escape attempt. I still wasn’t going to get any closer to the horses than I already was though. I could just sit here until Thena reclaimed me to wash me off for the evening’s ‘entertainment’.
Apparently that wasn’t good enough; as the head groom, leading one of the Were’s, approached me. The horse, unable to talk in that form, just gave me a sorrowful look, not any happier about this situation than I was. I still wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, however, as the other didn’t seem to have any inclination to get aroused. I wouldn’t be either, in his position. It was rape for him as surely as it was for me; he was just on the other end of it.
The groom kicked me, sending face first into the dirt, dirtying my face even more. “Well, get to it slut. Get him hard and then bend over.”
I shuddered, and shared one last look with the other non-human. He closed his eyes, and breathed the closets he could get to a sigh in his current form. I crawled underneath him, staring at the sheath in front of me. What was I exactly supposed to do? And could the punishment for not doing this be worse? Unluckily I knew the answer to the second would be undeniably ‘yes’. I reached up, stroking softly at first, and watched as a small shudder ran through the much larger form. Feeling a little bit less nervous, I continued stroking as the head of his penis finally started to appear. Wanting to get this over with quickly, I knelt up more, and licked at the large head. It was a good thing I had been stretched out on the dildo all night; otherwise this cock would have torn me in half. When he was all the way out, I turned over, bracing myself over a mounting block that had been dragged over for this purpose. I tried to calm my shacking body as the horse’s body stood over me, reminding myself over and over I had endured worse. It just didn’t seem that way when the head of that enormous cock nudged at my abused ass.
I whimpered as it finally pushed past my sphincter and sank into me. It was only the head, and I could tell, as the Were started thrusting shallowly, that the other non-human was trying to do what he could to cause me the least pain, which I appreciated. Unfortunately, since he was only reluctantly aroused, it took forever for him to finally come. The sheer amount of his release shocked me, as it ran down my legs to pool on the ground. He backed up quickly, and with a gentle nudge of his nose, walked back to his handler.
Without having time to move, I heard and felt another mount come up behind me. I could tell this was one of the Weres, and the gentle entry and prolonged sex only verified that. I thought I had counted three Weres when I came into the courtyard, along with six or seven regular horses. My legs and arms were started to get sore from leaning in the same position, and I didn’t want to think about enduring this for hours longer. Still, as the third Were came to take the second’s place, I couldn’t help but think it was still better than whatever their masters would come up with.
The first of the true horses proved me very quickly wrong. The stallion was a lot less tractable, and for a few minutes I was worried he would kick me or step on me rather than mounting me. However, his handler had to have done this before (probably with a real mare rather than a slave, but with this perverted group, who knows) and quickly got the horse under control and on top of me. With some assistance, his cock found my entrance, and he thrust in. There was no easing into me, or shallow thrusting this time, however; he plunged in as far as he could, and set up a brutal pace, pushing a little more of his long cock into me each time. I started to squirm, trying to get away, as he reached into me further than Maeslin ever had. It was hurting, something deep in my gut was aching, and I was worried there might be something ripped internally, more than just my ass. However, the long length inside of me held me in place, and all I could do was cry until the horse released.
Thankfully, being an actual animal, it was a quick coupling, and the huge erection was ripped out of me after what I knew had to be only maybe ten or fifteen minutes. The handlers pulled the stallion away, and a few more tied me down more securely onto the mounting block while the second stallion was brought forward. He was less fidgety than the first, and plunged into me without needing assistance. I cried out as he went into me fully, and I could feel the edge of his sheath at my ass. I was shocked to realize the entire thing was inside me, although it certainly felt like it.
The rest of the horses went the same, and after the last was led off, I was looking forward to being released and washed.
“Hey Dee, want to have some fun?”
The head handler looked up from where he was about to untie me, and frowned. “Wha sort? He’s way too stretched out ta be a decent fuck, and I thou’ ya liked girls anyway.”
“Nah, not me. I wouldna fuck a animal either way. I just thought it might be fun ta let some of tha Master’s herd at him.”
“Get Krill. That should be good.” The grin on his face boded no good for me. I was left alone as the handlers put the visitor’s mounts in the stable, and then I heard the sound of the boys returning and the steady hoof beats of a single horse. When I saw the front legs move to either side of me, I started struggling again. Each hoof was probably the size of my head – and that meant a heavy work horse was behind me. Proportionately speaking, he would be a monster. I was tied too tightly however, and the handler moved the heavy erection to my ass. Even after the fucking I had endured, there was still resistance as the head breached me, and I barely had time to adjust to that pain when the rest of the horse’s cock followed. It just seemed to keep going, and any time my body started to stall the stallion’s forward movement, he would just keep plunging forward. With a last push, I knew the horse was seated fully inside me. Withdrawing, I was shocked to feel how much was inside my body, but thoughts were quickly pushed out of my head when he thrust all the way back in.
I lost control of my stomach, although there was thankfully nothing in my stomach other than cum and piss, so the only thing that came up was bile. The stallion couldn’t move very fast, I was just too small, so I could feel every inch of that huge cock moving in and out of me, and I knew that serious harm was being done to my gut, Unfortunately I could do nothing but endure, and hope the horse wouldn’t take too long. I passed out briefly as the stallion picked up speed, and when I came to, he was going at a quick pace, which made me hope it was nearly over. The horse’s release was nearly as bad as the rape; his seed filling me as painfully full as the enemas I had to endure nearly daily.
The horse pulled out, sending a river of cum to join the large pool already at my feet. I was untied, and practically dragged to the back on the mansion, where I was thoroughly hosed off. I barely felt it however, still in shock from the last brutal fucking I had endured. The enemas were horrifying, and I knew something had been damaged inside me. With any luck it would kill me, preferably quickly.
Still, there was the rest of the night to get through. It was another ‘dress up’ night, and I was adorned with silver powder on my skin, and a silver sheen added to my scales. My piercings were exchanged for dangling sapphires, and black kohl was added around my eyes. My lips were pinched to seem fuller, and my cheeks pinched to add a bit of colour to my unnaturally pale complexion. Once I was deemed ready, I was led down to the reception room, where Master and his guests were just finishing their talks. It was only years later that I found out that the men there were politicians whose main goal was to keep non-humans from obtaining any sort of protection.
Other than a few appreciative glances, I was ignored at first. That was fine with me; my gut was still aching, and I knew that once they did notice me I would end up having to service each of them, possibly multiple times. At least most of them were older, less stamina. But there were still a dozen of them, and I’d long since learned that if they were no longer able to violate me with their bodies, they would find other ways to inflict pain on me.
Finally the one that looked to be the oldest, and also the one in charge, came and knelt in front of me. His thin hands ran over my body, pinching at my nipples, fondling my limp penis, and stroking over my ass. I sat perfectly still; after all, as humiliating as this was, at least it didn’t hurt. When he was done, he looked at me, and his gaze was neutral, none of the cruelty or lust I was used to seeing.
“So, little half animal, your Master has said that you are the best slave he’s had in bed in a decade. We are going to play a game tonight. You will service us all willingly and eagerly, and in any way we desire, and if we are all satisfied, then you will be granted your freedom. I will personally see you to the border. If you fail, then you will remain here with Maeslin. I think that this is more than fair of us; you stand to lose nothing, and you would service us regardless. But I have always preferred a willing partner, and in my honour Maeslin has agreed to this little bet.”
The condescending tone would have bothered me at one point in time, but his words were more important. I couldn’t believe that he was telling the truth – why would Maeslin give me up for something like this? I knew he had no desire to get rid of me until I no longer entertained him. But at the same time – could I risk the fact that he was being honest? It was a chance at freedom, real freedom without the risk of being recaptured. But would it still be rape? I could take some small comfort in the fact that everything that had happened to me had been unwilling, done with either no choice, or with the threat of a more severe punishment to ensure my cooperation. This I would be agreeing to; it would be my choice. I couldn’t shake the fact that this would make me the whore that Maeslin called me.
But in the end, there really wasn’t a choice. I wasn’t willing to pass up a chance to get out of here for good. Leaning forward, I took the laces of his breeches in my teeth and undid his pants as I had been forced to learn how to do in the past year. The man’s erection pushed free of the cloth, already fully hard, and surprisingly not much different than a younger man’s cock. If the pubic hair hadn’t been as white as the hair on his head, I wouldn’t have ever guessed from looking at it that it was an older man. I was grateful for that, the task was debasing enough without making it worse. With one last deep breath, I braced myself and took him in. He moaned and tightened his hands in my hair. I was relieved; I knew Maeslin loved to taunt me about what a good little cocksucker I was, but since I had never actually tried to please him, just get him off as fast as possible, I didn’t know if it was true or if he said it just to belittle me. But still, for just this once I hoped that I did a good enough job.
It took much more time than I had expected before I felt his balls draw up and his release flood my mouth. I dutifully swallowed; as disgusting as the taste was, if this was the last night I would have to endure it, then I would.
“Hmm, very good. Now, I believe that there are others waiting to use your delicious body.”
I crawled forward, trying to determine who the best would be to take second to better my chances at freedom. Picking one that looked less eager, and therefore was probably more important I headed towards the couch he was seated on, and leaned forward to take him in my mouth. To my surprise, he stopped me after just a few licks.
“As lovely as your mouth is, I would much rather have that ass. Come up here on my lap, back to me, so the good Duke can use your mouth.”
I let him fall out of my mouth and climbed up as gracefully as I could with my lower half still aching. Positioning myself on his lap, I allowed myself to fall down, taking his thankfully rather small erection into my body. It still hurt, since my ass was sore from the abuse it had taken in the stables, but I was also very loose, so he sank in easily. Placing his hands on my hips, he thrust upward. Belatedly I realized I needed to move to actually ‘eagerly’ service him, and bracing myself on his thighs I started moving myself up and down on his cock. It was awkward, and I don’t know how much he could possibly be enjoying this, but the moans and bites at my shoulders and wings proved that he was. Another man, the Duke I guessed from the man’s words, stepped in front of me and I carefully leaned forward, trying to not let the man slip out of my body.
The whole ‘actively participating’ thing was much harder than I expected, but then again, the old man had only said I had to willingly and eagerly, nothing about well. So long as I satisfied them. The thought of my freedom being so close had me moving quicker, and sucking harder, and it wasn’t long before both men found their release.
I crawled off the man’s lap, and into the lap of yet another noble. This one had me face him so he could play with and bite at my nipples, and another came up behind the couch so I could take him in my mouth. We had barely gotten a rhythm going when I felt another cock prodding at me. I contained my shudder and obediently slowed down so that the second man could force his way inside. I hated when two men wanted to take me at once, but with the events of the afternoon I was already sufficiently stretched. Both men groaned, and I couldn’t help the groan of pain that slipped out. Thankfully, it vibrated against the cock in my mouth, sending him over the edge. The men inside me laughed at how much I must have wanted both of them, but I was too busy trying to make myself start moving again to worry about whatever they were saying. They were enjoying themselves, and that was all that mattered. That, and my freedom.
The evening moved into night, and each man had taken at least two turns with me. Maeslin was the only one who hadn’t moved, and I was getting nervous. Finally, when it appeared that everyone else was spent, I crawled over to him, and took him in my mouth. From long experience, I knew what he enjoyed, and I used every trick I knew to get him off. He still didn’t show any signs of stopping, and I finally pulled back. There was one last thing I could do, and I knew it was probably what the Master was waiting for. I sat up, and as I had done with the second man of the evening, lowered myself onto his long length. He went deeper than any of the other men there that night and the tip of his erection brushed against the tissue that had been bruised earlier. I couldn’t help whimpering, but that seemed to break Maeslin’s resolved, and he surged up within me. All I could do was hold on as he thrust with abandon, and I knew that he hadn’t been as unaffected as he had pretended to be. The sight of me willingly servicing his associates must have been quite the turn on, and it was only a few pain filled minutes before I felt him shoot deep into my bowels. He pushed me off his lap, and I collapsed in a pile on the floor at his feet. If that hadn’t been good enough, I didn’t know what would have been. I closed my eyes, and waited for the verdict.
I felt an almost gentle hand on my head, and I moved just enough to bring him into view. The older man was in front of me again, smiling. It was a real smile, not malicious or taunting in any way, and my heart leapt. Did that mean that I would be set free?
“Very good little one. We will leave tomorrow for the border. Now I think Maeslin would enjoy one last night with you.”
As painful as I knew the coming hours would be, it was worth it, to think that this would be the last time I would have to endure his tortures.
Maeslin clipped the leash back on, and Thena came in to bring me out and clean me off. Afterwards, she led me up to the Master’s bedroom where I prostrated myself and waited for his arrival.
I didn’t have long to wait, he came in and immediately sank into me. He took quite a long time to finish, probably due to his recent orgasm, but eventually I felt him release, and he plugged me up and dragged me into the playroom.
By the time he was done I was nearly scaleless, my claws had been taken out, even though they hadn’t grown in fully, and he had added a few piercings ‘to remember him by’. I was also sure I had a few broken or at least fractured ribs, and breathing came hard. It was dawn by the time he sent me away, and I was barely able to move.
Thena was waiting for me outside of the master bedroom and she led me down to the foyer, after a quick stop to get the worst of the blood off of me. She also pulled out the butt plug, and since it had been held in by small spikes, had to wait for the blood to stop leaking out of my ass. By the time I was presentable, she led me down to the foyer, where a few of the nobles from the previous night still lingered. Finally it was just the old man, and he took the leash from Thena with another smile at me.
I could barely contain myself as we left the building. The nightmare was finally over and I was heading to Phyla where I should have been all along. In the carriage I fell asleep, since it had been two days since I had gotten proper rest, and was woken by the old man shaking me awake. He helped me on shaky legs down from the carriage. It appeared we were by a cliff, and I was confused, and a little scared. Perhaps by freedom he had meant death – not that it wouldn’t be welcome next to Maeslin’s cruelty, but I had hoped so much that I would actually be able to live my life.
He led me over towards the edge, and knelt down beside me. “That, out there, is Phyla. It’s truly disgusting that not only do they treat creatures like you equals to real men, but it is rumoured that even members of nobility are animals like you. It sickens me that such a place exists, and with any luck, we will be able to convince our King and Council to go to war and wipe them out.
“Now, I did say that I would personally take you to the border. This is the border.” He released the chain on my collar, and I stood there in shock for a moment. “If you can get into Phyla, you’re free.”
I wanted to cry, to scream, to rip the old man’s lying tongue out. He hadn’t lied about a damn thing; if Maeslin hadn’t ruined my wings this would be nothing; I could easily fly over the border. But the scar tissue wouldn’t allow me to even glide from such a height. I dashed back past him, and headed towards the path. There had to be a way to get back down from here, and if I could find it, or at get far away that I could hide until pursuit let off, I could make it.
Unfortunately, I was still weak from lack of sleep, and the damage down to my ribs and gut slowed me down. I had barely made it a quarter mile before I heard someone following behind me. It was one of the guards, and he wasn’t even mounted. He caught me with ease, and slung me over his shoulder. Reaching the top of the cliff, he tossed me onto the ground. I shakily rose to my knees, panting as I tried to force air back into my lungs. The older man, the bastard, stepped behind me, and forced me to turn to look over the edge. I fell forward as he pushed inside me, but he grabbed me by the horns and forced my head up.
“Keep this in mind you disgusting creature. There is no escape for you. Your freedom is right there, but it is not something you can obtain. You are not human, you can never be human, and you can never be equal to someone who is. Even look at the events of last night; a real man would never have given himself as easily as you did. You have the deluded notion that you deserve to be free; but it’s clear you truly desire to serve those better than you.”
He finished off, and pulled out, tucking himself back in and stepping back to the carriage. I heard the guard who had caught me say something, and before I was able to move, I was being taken from both ends by the guards. I suffered through it silently, still staring out over the cliff. I didn’t care what the old bastard said. Even as the two finished off inside of me and tossed me back in the carriage to return to Maeslin’s mansion, I resolved that one day I would get to Phyla, and I would be free.
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