Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ To Freedom ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Divanora 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Psychological / Angst / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.19.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 240 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Psychological / Angst / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.19.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 240 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N – A note on Darcans – just because there’s no real way to work this into the actual story. The main character would normally grow to be a tall and fairly big person, but in his case, at his age (remember he was 14 at the start) he should normally be going through his biggest growth spurt. With the lack of decent meals and the other abuse, he won’t grow much taller/bigger than his 14 year old self.
I spent another year as Maeslin’s favourite pet. It never got any easier to endure, as he kept stepping up the pain he caused me to try and get me to scream. If I wasn’t the focus of it, I’d have been amazed at his ingenuity. His ‘playroom’ was the source of most of my nightmares, as even once I ‘behaved’ he would find excuses to get me back in there. He kept me ‘declawed’ which meant that he systematically removed my claws every time they grew back, which was unfortunately only every three or four months. My wings he had given up on, as he had been forced to bring in a doctor to fix a lot of the damage so I looked presentable. The breaks weren’t fixed correctly, as I knew they wouldn’t be, but the bones were straightened out enough so to an oblivious human they would look normal, and the rips in the membrane repaired, though the scars remained. The chain was left on, of course, but it was replaced by a more decorative one, and I felt confident that I would be able to snap it easily enough; not that it would make a difference anymore. Maeslin knew as well as I did that I would never fly again. He would still suspend me from the chain, but that was the extent of what he would risk with my wings.
My skin bore a few scars from whipping and burning, but he had managed to keep most of it whole. As he had said, there was no point marring my skin and decreasing my value when he could do the same thing to the scaled areas of my body and they would just grow back. Plus, scar tissue loses a lot of nerve endings, so if I was a scarred mess it would mean less pain for me and less fun for him. There was a decorative ‘M’ burned onto the skin on my hip, right over the left side of my groin, and I hated it. There was supposedly a matching one on my ass, but I thankfully couldn’t see that one. He had said he wanted me and anyone fucking me to know who my master was. But just because I didn’t bear many permanent scars didn’t mean that I wasn’t always in some sort of pain. It was very rare that I wasn’t sporting some sort of broken bone – generally my ribs or tail, as those didn’t prevent me from crawling wherever he wanted me to go, or servicing him with my ass or mouth. There were times that he forced himself on me with either a broken jaw or broken hip, but it luckily didn’t happen often; the pain I was in was usually enough for me to pass out when he did that, and that wasn’t enough to satisfy him as when I was awake and could feel the entire experience.
He also experimented with finding ways to make sex even more intolerable for me; apparently I didn’t bleed enough when it was just him anymore, so he set out to solve that. One of his favourites was adding a substance to his cock that, while it didn’t hurt his intact skin, burned like hell on my torn insides. It also had the side effect of tasting disgusting, so when I had to clean his cock off afterwards I had to taste both his cum and whatever it was on him. I never did find out what it was that he used; of course, on the other hand, I may have been better off not knowing. I know at some point he had pushed the paddle into my ass, laughing to himself about finding another meaning for paddling. Of course, after having his fist and nearly his entire lower arm inside me, the paddle actually wasn’t that bad. Sometimes he’d shove the handle of the paddle or other assorted ‘toys’ inside of me with his cock, to give him more friction after he’d stretched me out past any enjoyment for him.
The doctor had actually needed to be called in on too many occasions to count; but each time Maeslin kept me alive, somehow. I couldn’t remember anything about the doctor; by the time he was called in I was either unconscious or at the least feverish; the only thing I can remember are random snippets of conversation he would have with either my caretaker, or Maeslin if my injuries were bad enough. The Master didn’t make convalescing any easier than anything else in my life though; while I was healing I would be stuck in that tiny room, and usually not fed or given water, since I wasn’t ‘earning my keep’. If there was a salve or ointment that needed to be applied, it was left to the slave in charge of me, who would usually end up just causing more pain. If it was remotely feasible, he would still fuck me, or at least make me suck him off. Then, of course, I would be punished the second the doctor gave the okay for being ‘lazy’.
I was the unfortunate entertainment at many more of his business meetings, and after each one it was usually a few days before I could move again. They treated me as the pet I was, but were well aware that I was a sentient creature, and revelled in that fact. Sometimes they would string me up and make a game of stripping my scales with a bullwhip, the winner being the one who could take the most off in a single lash. Or each would get to set me an impossible task, and then punish me when I inevitably failed. The ‘winner’ would get to use me in Maeslin’s playroom for the night. They would sometimes ‘feed’ my ass, pushing whatever they were eating into me, or having me bend over so they could have me hold up their champagne glasses. Sometimes they would use me as a seat, or have my carry them on their backs. The first several times, I was unable to do this, and collapsed under Maeslin’s guest, after which I would of course be punished. Some of his parties focused around causing me pain, others were meant to demean and humiliate me – as if I had any pride left after everything I had been through.
He also seemed to enjoy testing how much he could fit into my ass. The one meeting he made a game out of how much cum they could get into my ass. They then plugged me up and made me stay like that until the doctor finally said it was enough if they didn’t want to kill me. Maeslin loved watching my stomach expand; it was easy enough to do since I never had enough to eat. I had prayed they wouldn’t listen, but unfortunately for me he had me cleaned out and tossed back into my room. One of the worst times was when they decided to see how many cocks I could take, and I ended up with four inside my ass and two down my throat. bothering with me when I was unconscious, but his guests would take any time with me they could get. If someone had told me about it before it happened, I would have told you there was no way it was physically possible. Unfortunately I now knew it could be done. I think they would have tried for more if I hadn’t thrown up and passed out. Maybe they did; it wouldn’t be the first time they’d continue to satiate themselves with my unconscious body. Maeslin didn’t like
That was the turning point however; after that he barely got a reaction out of me, and he didn’t see the point in keeping me around anymore. The rips in my ass from that night took weeks to heal; to the point even Maeslin wasn’t able to use my ass for a good part of that time. But as usually Maeslin was able to pull me back from the brink of death. The doctor also said another act like that and he didn’t know if he’d be able to patch me up without serious surgery. He seemed amazed that I was even still alive after that – apparently I hadn’t been far away from bleeding out. Gods know the Master didn’t want to bother with that. It led to me having almost an entire month off from having anyone fuck me, although I still had to suck Maeslin off, and I was still a frequent visitor to the ‘playroom’. I had learned the hard way there was plenty of pain he could cause without getting close to my ass.
Once my ass was healed enough, according to the doctor, to start being used again, there was another, slightly different party. I was startled to recognize the owner from the ‘training centre’ I had been at, along with a bunch of the guards. That was a particularly brutal night; since the guards were used to being able to fuck nonhumans, and they were aware of just how much my body could take. That was also my last party at Maeslin’s. He had decided he had gotten all the entertainment out of me that he could; although I was shocked to find out that I had outlasted all of his other pets.
I was still good for him as a status symbol though, as he had ‘tamed’ a Drake, ignoring the fact I was just a kid when I first arrived. I stopped being returned to my room, and spent more time being told to pose in random areas of the manor; both for the use of the guards and servants, and to try to get someone interested in buying me. A few people inquired about me, but Maeslin was asking for a ridiculous amount, and most quickly decided I wasn’t worth it. I didn’t think I was worth it either, but Maeslin was a businessman; he wasn’t going to let me go for a single silver less than he had to.
It was only a few days after my ‘demotion’ that my replacement arrived. I had to block out the sound of screams coming from Maeslin’s rooms. From the talk I had heard, he had decided that he wanted to see if he could get a non-human used to the pain, and actually wanting it, if he started early enough. The child he had brought couldn’t have been more than five years old, and the thought of the horrors I had endured being inflicted on someone that young turned my stomach. It was only the knowledge that if I tried to help we would both be punished that stopped me.
I still hadn’t given up on escaping, but when I was the focus of Maeslin’s attention it would have been impossible. When he was home, I was usually either in his presence or locked up in the torture room. When he wasn’t, I was locked up in my small ‘room.’ The only chance I could have gotten was when I was left alone during Maeslin’s parties; after I had been prepared and before I became the entertainment. However, Maeslin was thorough; there was no doubt in my mind that he thought I was completely broken because I very nearly was, but he didn’t take any chances. When there was a party he ensured that I had enough broken bones to make escape impossible.
Or maybe I was just fooling myself. I was always ‘looking’ for a way to escape, but finding some reason that one never appeared. That burning hope and desire to be free had dulled, and I started to believe less and less that it would actually happen.
While I was the main form of entertainment for either the Master or his guests, that desire had been the only thing that could get me through some of his more creative ‘punishments’ and parties. It was impossible to really think, since all I could concentrate on was the pain, and anything to make it less was welcome. After the party where I had been promised freedom, there had been several other times where Maeslin had tried to convince me to ‘willingly’ service his guests, and while I had refused on the first few occasions, I came to realize that as dirty as it made me feel to participate in my own rape, it was certainly less painful.
When he finally got bored with me and delegated me to basically living furniture and a sexual outlet for his servants, it was almost worse in a way. I was no longer in daily pain, but my mind was free to think. I thought over the two years of torture I had endured, and was ashamed at some of the things I had done; both the begging and what I had done to lessen the pain. Then there was also the fact that I wasn’t tied now, wasn’t broken too badly, yet I still sat and bent over whenever someone came up to use my body.
It sickened me to have accepted this as my life, but after a month or so of the new position, I realized that I had accepted there was no escaping Maeslin, not that I had given up all hope of escape. It was simply that, even untied and unguarded, I was half starved, unused to walking normally any more, and even though I had a vague notion of where Phyla was in relation to Maeslin’s estate, my chances of getting there when he had an entire stable full of Were’s and a Pegasus were pretty pathetic.
My only true means of escape were my wings or magic; and my wings were destroyed and my magic bound. So the best and only option for me was to wait and hope whoever bought me gave me a chance to escape.
The only one I was worried about was Kalath; the man that had brutally raped the Graela while I was still in the training centre. From what I overheard, the two were rivals in everything, and that included their pets. I knew that if I got sold to him, he would do everything he could to be worse than Maeslin, all in an effort to prove he be more creative in torture. Luckily for me, Maeslin was concerned that he might actually succeed, so he made a lot of noise about his rival needing him to tame his toys for him. Kalath was quick to deny it, and dropped his bid. It was almost a shame – as horrendous as my time there would have been, it was likely I would have been dead in a month or two.
I was left as living furniture for more than six months, as far as I could tell.
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I was posing in one of the hallways when Maeslin showed up with another middle aged human. I couldn’t get a good look at him in the pose I was in, but I could tell he was extremely overweight. I like that type better – they normally don’t have the stamina for anything too bad. Master seemed very happy about something, which usually meant nothing good for me.
“This is the Darcan I told you about. As you can see, it’s in prime condition, as far as we could tell around fourteen years old and perfectly trained for anything you may need. It will be a perfect pet for you.” At this he snapped his fingers twice and I obediently lowered myself to present my ass to the potential buyer.
“Very nice. It’s getting harder and harder to find quality nonhumans, especially young ones. The last influx of them are all starting to age. Might I try it out?”
I couldn’t help thinking to myself that they were both talking a load of bull. I was well away from fourteen at this point, even if I wasn’t completely sure whether I was seventeen or eighteen now. I also knew for a fact that Master had his eyes on more nonhuman children; I learned that party had been Maeslin using me as part payment for my ‘replacement’ with the slave trainer. But Maeslin didn’t call him on it, just told the other to go ahead. I immediately relaxed my body, ready for the pain that always came with penetration. The only times it didn’t hurt was when I had already been thoroughly fucked, and even then my insides were generally so ripped up that their cum would sting in the cuts. Or, more accurately, it would sting where the scabs had been torn off. There couldn’t be any whole skin left inside of me after all this time.
Instead, I felt a few fat fingers prodding at my ass. So he was one of those that liked to pretend to be nice and ‘prepare’ me first. I stayed still, calming my breathing to try to ease the discomfort.
“It doesn’t seem that well trained. It’s barely reacting.”
“Ah, it’s probably because it hasn’t been given permission to move. It just doesn’t want to be disobedient and be punished. You can move pet.” The tone of his voice implied that I would be in for serious pain if I didn’t obey.
Startled at being spoken to, I didn’t even realize what Master wanted at first, but after a moment I realized that I was supposed to act like I wanted it. I hated ‘willingly’ participating, especially as every time it was slightly different; the men wanting me to act in a different manner. Instead of being able to try and remove my mind from what was happening to my body, I was forced to actually pay attention so I could anticipate the man’s needs. It was horrible, but at least still not as bad as what I had endured before. I just hated the thought of actively participating in my own rape.
“That a boy. I knew you would like it.” He finger fucked me for a few minutes, his blunt nails scraping along the scarring on my insides. He continued to croon to me about being so receptive, but I had long grown used to blocking out dirty talk. There’s only so much perverted old men can say before they’re repeating themselves. Soon enough, the fingers were removed and replaced by a blunt, thick erection. Even with the fingers stretching me beforehand it hurt a bit since he pushed in dry. My entrance tore, not that tearing was uncommon, and I could feel a trickle of blood dripping down my thigh. Thankfully he wasn’t long enough to do serious damage to my insides. His hands were hard on my hips, pulling me back towards him, and I quickly started to ‘participate’ by pushing back against him.
My master laughed. “See, the creature’s enjoying it. You know they’re closer to animals than men; they can’t help their instincts.”
His words barely registered, I was so used to hearing similar sentiments. Thankfully, this was an older man, and couldn’t last long. With a few unsteady thrusts he released inside me with a grunt, and nearly knocked me to the ground when he collapsed on top of me. I stood there silently, hoping he would get his fat gut off my back soon. Still, if I was to be sold to him it would be an improvement over Maeslin. The sex had been painful, but not torturous. Of course, I had no way of knowing if that would change once I got to his house. Finally he pulled out and patted me on the ass before standing up to redo his trousers.
“Amazing; its ass is still so tight. I don’t know why you’re selling it, but I’ll take it.”
I could feel the grin on Maeslin’s face without even needing to see it. If there was one thing Maeslin loved other than causing pain it was making money.
“That’s great my friend, shall we go to my office to write up the paperwork?”
I could hear their footsteps retreating as I remained kneeling in the hallway. I hadn’t been told to get back into position, which meant I was left like this, a pose that would only encourage the others in the manor to use me. I sighed, but resigned myself to a busy day.
I was actually only left in place for a few more hours, before the head slave came to get me. He was much more like Maeslin in sentiments; while Thena had thought I was disgusting and treated me like a dog, she otherwise attempted to ignore me as much as possible. Lorth enjoyed causing what pain he could, physically dragging me whenever he had the option, and when he ‘bathed’ me, he always made sure to cause some sort of minor pains. Not that it compared to when Master had me in his playroom, but it made what had been the only somewhat pleasant event in my life just as miserable as the rest.
This time was a bit different than before though. Of course he fucked me as soon as he had me in the bathing area, but he seemed to be trying to draw it out, keeping his pace slow and steady. I was glad when he finally finished, even when he pulled out and made me clean his cock off instead of just coming inside me. I could taste him and the other men who had used me that day on his skin, and it was times like this I was glad I didn’t get to eat that much, and was always cleaned thoroughly. Once he was satisfied, he poured water that was lukewarm rather than the normal cold water over me and started washing my body clean of semen. He actually used soap, and scrubbed me until I was raw. As much as it stung, it was worth it to feel truly clean. Of course, then he had to clean out my ass, and he took his sick pleasure in filling my gut with as much water as humanly possible. My entire abdomen ached by the time he considered me satisfactory after four enemas. I hated that part, but at least it had the outcome of me being completely clean.
Instead of being led back to my room, he led me down into the foyer of the manor. I realized I was going home with my new master right now, and I felt so grateful that I would never be in this hellhole again. Of course I realized that my new master could be just as bad, but I took solace in the fact that there was little he could do that would be worse. He seemed very pleased with my appearance, and stroked his hand through my hair, playing with my horns. I finally got a good look at him – and wished I hadn’t. I had known he was incredibly overweight from before, but it led to a face that matched the body. His hair was thinning and a greasy mud brown, and his eyes were lost in the folds of fat on his face; but at least they looked possessive and hungry rather than sadistic. That almost made his appearance worth it. Until, of course, I heard the next words out of his mouth.
“Maeslin, it’s always a pleasure to do business with you. I suspect I’ll get a lot of fun out of this one, and of course you’re always welcome over if you miss your old toy.”
“I might take you up on that Tyril, it was one of my more interesting pets. Have a good evening.” This was said with a grin that left no doubt what he meant.
My new master followed my back down to my ass, grabbing it possessively. “I am sure I will. Good night to you as well my lord.” He grabbed the leash that had been attached to my chain and I followed him out to the courtyard. I blinked; it was apparently summer as the sun was still up, even though I knew it had to be later in the day. My eyes started watering; it had been far too long since I had been outside. I couldn’t help my wings fluttering a bit as I felt the breeze hit me. I ached so much to be able to go for a quick flight, a joy that even if – once – I was free I would never experience again, and the thought ruined my happiness at being outside.
We went to a more modest carriage than I had arrived at Maeslin’s estate in, pulled by regular horses. Or at least I assumed they were horses and not Weres; I didn’t get a good look at them, but Tyril didn’t seem like he had the money or subtlety for that. We travelled for hours, through the night, and the master slept for most of it. He woke up in the morning, and nudged me awake. Half aware, I barely noticed me when he had me lean against the opposite seat and he took me in the carriage. It made the rest of the journey unpleasant having to sit with a fresh ache in my ass and cum dribbling out of me, but it was tolerable compared to what I was used to. He didn’t force me to participate this time, apparently just wanting a quick release, which I was thankful for.
The man’s manor ended up being in a city, and I tried to look out of the carriage from my position on the floor as we moved. There were mostly humans; the few nonhumans I noticed wore slave collars or were on leashes. The ones on leashes were all crawling as I had to; the others were walking normally, but with heads bowed, and clearly trying to draw as little attention to themselves as possible. They were also given small loincloths to cover their groins, although the females hadn’t been given anything to cover their chests. My long dormant desire to escape had risen again when I left Maeslin’s estate, but quickly fell. Had I had use of my wings or magic, escaping might be an option, but as I didn’t, and I couldn’t hide what I was like a Were or Fae, there was little chance of me even making it out of the city. There was also the fact that I didn’t know what city I was in; I wouldn’t even know what direction to run in anymore. Now seeing the state of the other nonhumans I was glad for my choice not to run. I could tell that there was little chance of escape; if nonhumans were allowed outside on their own then there was clearly little worry about them trying anything. Either that or the ones I could see were so broken in spirit that escape was no longer a thought in their heads. I prayed I would never get to that point, even though a small voice in my head said I was closer to that than I tried to pretend.
We finally made it to Tyril’s home; a modest manor house in the middle of what appeared to be a wealthier section of the city, but by no means the richest. It made me wonder how he had the money to purchase me. Unless my price had dropped in the intervening months; but Maeslin didn’t seem the type to compromise on anything. The inside of the house gave me an idea as to why though – the entire place was filled with the trappings of immense wealth; I was simply another decoration to show off to – and probably share with - his friends and peers. He tugged on my leash and I obediently followed him. There was a small cage set up in one of the reception rooms on the first floor, and that is where he led me. A servant came in and tossed a slab of raw meat into the cage, which I looked at dubiously. Sure, my body could handle raw meat; that didn’t mean it was the best thing for me to be eating. But at the same time, who knew how often I would eat here. I ate about a quarter of it before I could feel my stomach rebelling and stopped. Besides being raw, my stomach could no longer handle more than a few mouthfuls before I was full.
I was left alone for the most part, servants wandering in at odd times to gawk at me. It didn’t take long to realize that Master Tyril didn’t have any slaves; it made me wonder if he just didn’t like slavery or if he couldn’t afford them. I was hoping for the former; slaves I had found were grateful to find someone that was lower on the food chain than themselves, and would generally take it out on any nonhumans they could; in this case me. I ‘met’ the rest of his family; a stumpy wife that was probably as ugly as he was, and two boys who probably weren’t any older than I was. It made me wonder what the wife thought about having me in the house; was she insulted her husband purchased a sex slave, or grateful she didn’t have to touch him anymore? I would be grateful, but then again, she wasn’t exactly a prize catch either. The boys were already well on their way to being pigs like their father. Already they were practicing the petty cruelty of rich boys with too much time on their hands and no parental discipline; they spent the afternoon jabbing at me with the fire poker, and forcing me to suck them, accompanied by lewd remarks and insults. The words were the same, but the fact that they were being uttered by boys that were living the sort of life I should have had made them hurt more. Maeslin’s estate was like a never-ending nightmare; this house reminded me too closely of what I had lost. Well, except for the fact that my mother had had far better taste in decor.
It was late when my new Master came down, attaching a leash to my collar before opening the door to my cage. He led me out of the room and up the stairs to what was obviously the master bedroom. The room was just as overdone as the rest of the house – gold gilding all over the place, paintings and statuary stuffed into every spare inch, and, to my despair, a massive bed. I forced myself to not show fear, repeating my new mantra over and over to myself, ‘it can’t be worse than Maeslin.”
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I spent another year as Maeslin’s favourite pet. It never got any easier to endure, as he kept stepping up the pain he caused me to try and get me to scream. If I wasn’t the focus of it, I’d have been amazed at his ingenuity. His ‘playroom’ was the source of most of my nightmares, as even once I ‘behaved’ he would find excuses to get me back in there. He kept me ‘declawed’ which meant that he systematically removed my claws every time they grew back, which was unfortunately only every three or four months. My wings he had given up on, as he had been forced to bring in a doctor to fix a lot of the damage so I looked presentable. The breaks weren’t fixed correctly, as I knew they wouldn’t be, but the bones were straightened out enough so to an oblivious human they would look normal, and the rips in the membrane repaired, though the scars remained. The chain was left on, of course, but it was replaced by a more decorative one, and I felt confident that I would be able to snap it easily enough; not that it would make a difference anymore. Maeslin knew as well as I did that I would never fly again. He would still suspend me from the chain, but that was the extent of what he would risk with my wings.
My skin bore a few scars from whipping and burning, but he had managed to keep most of it whole. As he had said, there was no point marring my skin and decreasing my value when he could do the same thing to the scaled areas of my body and they would just grow back. Plus, scar tissue loses a lot of nerve endings, so if I was a scarred mess it would mean less pain for me and less fun for him. There was a decorative ‘M’ burned onto the skin on my hip, right over the left side of my groin, and I hated it. There was supposedly a matching one on my ass, but I thankfully couldn’t see that one. He had said he wanted me and anyone fucking me to know who my master was. But just because I didn’t bear many permanent scars didn’t mean that I wasn’t always in some sort of pain. It was very rare that I wasn’t sporting some sort of broken bone – generally my ribs or tail, as those didn’t prevent me from crawling wherever he wanted me to go, or servicing him with my ass or mouth. There were times that he forced himself on me with either a broken jaw or broken hip, but it luckily didn’t happen often; the pain I was in was usually enough for me to pass out when he did that, and that wasn’t enough to satisfy him as when I was awake and could feel the entire experience.
He also experimented with finding ways to make sex even more intolerable for me; apparently I didn’t bleed enough when it was just him anymore, so he set out to solve that. One of his favourites was adding a substance to his cock that, while it didn’t hurt his intact skin, burned like hell on my torn insides. It also had the side effect of tasting disgusting, so when I had to clean his cock off afterwards I had to taste both his cum and whatever it was on him. I never did find out what it was that he used; of course, on the other hand, I may have been better off not knowing. I know at some point he had pushed the paddle into my ass, laughing to himself about finding another meaning for paddling. Of course, after having his fist and nearly his entire lower arm inside me, the paddle actually wasn’t that bad. Sometimes he’d shove the handle of the paddle or other assorted ‘toys’ inside of me with his cock, to give him more friction after he’d stretched me out past any enjoyment for him.
The doctor had actually needed to be called in on too many occasions to count; but each time Maeslin kept me alive, somehow. I couldn’t remember anything about the doctor; by the time he was called in I was either unconscious or at the least feverish; the only thing I can remember are random snippets of conversation he would have with either my caretaker, or Maeslin if my injuries were bad enough. The Master didn’t make convalescing any easier than anything else in my life though; while I was healing I would be stuck in that tiny room, and usually not fed or given water, since I wasn’t ‘earning my keep’. If there was a salve or ointment that needed to be applied, it was left to the slave in charge of me, who would usually end up just causing more pain. If it was remotely feasible, he would still fuck me, or at least make me suck him off. Then, of course, I would be punished the second the doctor gave the okay for being ‘lazy’.
I was the unfortunate entertainment at many more of his business meetings, and after each one it was usually a few days before I could move again. They treated me as the pet I was, but were well aware that I was a sentient creature, and revelled in that fact. Sometimes they would string me up and make a game of stripping my scales with a bullwhip, the winner being the one who could take the most off in a single lash. Or each would get to set me an impossible task, and then punish me when I inevitably failed. The ‘winner’ would get to use me in Maeslin’s playroom for the night. They would sometimes ‘feed’ my ass, pushing whatever they were eating into me, or having me bend over so they could have me hold up their champagne glasses. Sometimes they would use me as a seat, or have my carry them on their backs. The first several times, I was unable to do this, and collapsed under Maeslin’s guest, after which I would of course be punished. Some of his parties focused around causing me pain, others were meant to demean and humiliate me – as if I had any pride left after everything I had been through.
He also seemed to enjoy testing how much he could fit into my ass. The one meeting he made a game out of how much cum they could get into my ass. They then plugged me up and made me stay like that until the doctor finally said it was enough if they didn’t want to kill me. Maeslin loved watching my stomach expand; it was easy enough to do since I never had enough to eat. I had prayed they wouldn’t listen, but unfortunately for me he had me cleaned out and tossed back into my room. One of the worst times was when they decided to see how many cocks I could take, and I ended up with four inside my ass and two down my throat. bothering with me when I was unconscious, but his guests would take any time with me they could get. If someone had told me about it before it happened, I would have told you there was no way it was physically possible. Unfortunately I now knew it could be done. I think they would have tried for more if I hadn’t thrown up and passed out. Maybe they did; it wouldn’t be the first time they’d continue to satiate themselves with my unconscious body. Maeslin didn’t like
That was the turning point however; after that he barely got a reaction out of me, and he didn’t see the point in keeping me around anymore. The rips in my ass from that night took weeks to heal; to the point even Maeslin wasn’t able to use my ass for a good part of that time. But as usually Maeslin was able to pull me back from the brink of death. The doctor also said another act like that and he didn’t know if he’d be able to patch me up without serious surgery. He seemed amazed that I was even still alive after that – apparently I hadn’t been far away from bleeding out. Gods know the Master didn’t want to bother with that. It led to me having almost an entire month off from having anyone fuck me, although I still had to suck Maeslin off, and I was still a frequent visitor to the ‘playroom’. I had learned the hard way there was plenty of pain he could cause without getting close to my ass.
Once my ass was healed enough, according to the doctor, to start being used again, there was another, slightly different party. I was startled to recognize the owner from the ‘training centre’ I had been at, along with a bunch of the guards. That was a particularly brutal night; since the guards were used to being able to fuck nonhumans, and they were aware of just how much my body could take. That was also my last party at Maeslin’s. He had decided he had gotten all the entertainment out of me that he could; although I was shocked to find out that I had outlasted all of his other pets.
I was still good for him as a status symbol though, as he had ‘tamed’ a Drake, ignoring the fact I was just a kid when I first arrived. I stopped being returned to my room, and spent more time being told to pose in random areas of the manor; both for the use of the guards and servants, and to try to get someone interested in buying me. A few people inquired about me, but Maeslin was asking for a ridiculous amount, and most quickly decided I wasn’t worth it. I didn’t think I was worth it either, but Maeslin was a businessman; he wasn’t going to let me go for a single silver less than he had to.
It was only a few days after my ‘demotion’ that my replacement arrived. I had to block out the sound of screams coming from Maeslin’s rooms. From the talk I had heard, he had decided that he wanted to see if he could get a non-human used to the pain, and actually wanting it, if he started early enough. The child he had brought couldn’t have been more than five years old, and the thought of the horrors I had endured being inflicted on someone that young turned my stomach. It was only the knowledge that if I tried to help we would both be punished that stopped me.
I still hadn’t given up on escaping, but when I was the focus of Maeslin’s attention it would have been impossible. When he was home, I was usually either in his presence or locked up in the torture room. When he wasn’t, I was locked up in my small ‘room.’ The only chance I could have gotten was when I was left alone during Maeslin’s parties; after I had been prepared and before I became the entertainment. However, Maeslin was thorough; there was no doubt in my mind that he thought I was completely broken because I very nearly was, but he didn’t take any chances. When there was a party he ensured that I had enough broken bones to make escape impossible.
Or maybe I was just fooling myself. I was always ‘looking’ for a way to escape, but finding some reason that one never appeared. That burning hope and desire to be free had dulled, and I started to believe less and less that it would actually happen.
While I was the main form of entertainment for either the Master or his guests, that desire had been the only thing that could get me through some of his more creative ‘punishments’ and parties. It was impossible to really think, since all I could concentrate on was the pain, and anything to make it less was welcome. After the party where I had been promised freedom, there had been several other times where Maeslin had tried to convince me to ‘willingly’ service his guests, and while I had refused on the first few occasions, I came to realize that as dirty as it made me feel to participate in my own rape, it was certainly less painful.
When he finally got bored with me and delegated me to basically living furniture and a sexual outlet for his servants, it was almost worse in a way. I was no longer in daily pain, but my mind was free to think. I thought over the two years of torture I had endured, and was ashamed at some of the things I had done; both the begging and what I had done to lessen the pain. Then there was also the fact that I wasn’t tied now, wasn’t broken too badly, yet I still sat and bent over whenever someone came up to use my body.
It sickened me to have accepted this as my life, but after a month or so of the new position, I realized that I had accepted there was no escaping Maeslin, not that I had given up all hope of escape. It was simply that, even untied and unguarded, I was half starved, unused to walking normally any more, and even though I had a vague notion of where Phyla was in relation to Maeslin’s estate, my chances of getting there when he had an entire stable full of Were’s and a Pegasus were pretty pathetic.
My only true means of escape were my wings or magic; and my wings were destroyed and my magic bound. So the best and only option for me was to wait and hope whoever bought me gave me a chance to escape.
The only one I was worried about was Kalath; the man that had brutally raped the Graela while I was still in the training centre. From what I overheard, the two were rivals in everything, and that included their pets. I knew that if I got sold to him, he would do everything he could to be worse than Maeslin, all in an effort to prove he be more creative in torture. Luckily for me, Maeslin was concerned that he might actually succeed, so he made a lot of noise about his rival needing him to tame his toys for him. Kalath was quick to deny it, and dropped his bid. It was almost a shame – as horrendous as my time there would have been, it was likely I would have been dead in a month or two.
I was left as living furniture for more than six months, as far as I could tell.
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I was posing in one of the hallways when Maeslin showed up with another middle aged human. I couldn’t get a good look at him in the pose I was in, but I could tell he was extremely overweight. I like that type better – they normally don’t have the stamina for anything too bad. Master seemed very happy about something, which usually meant nothing good for me.
“This is the Darcan I told you about. As you can see, it’s in prime condition, as far as we could tell around fourteen years old and perfectly trained for anything you may need. It will be a perfect pet for you.” At this he snapped his fingers twice and I obediently lowered myself to present my ass to the potential buyer.
“Very nice. It’s getting harder and harder to find quality nonhumans, especially young ones. The last influx of them are all starting to age. Might I try it out?”
I couldn’t help thinking to myself that they were both talking a load of bull. I was well away from fourteen at this point, even if I wasn’t completely sure whether I was seventeen or eighteen now. I also knew for a fact that Master had his eyes on more nonhuman children; I learned that party had been Maeslin using me as part payment for my ‘replacement’ with the slave trainer. But Maeslin didn’t call him on it, just told the other to go ahead. I immediately relaxed my body, ready for the pain that always came with penetration. The only times it didn’t hurt was when I had already been thoroughly fucked, and even then my insides were generally so ripped up that their cum would sting in the cuts. Or, more accurately, it would sting where the scabs had been torn off. There couldn’t be any whole skin left inside of me after all this time.
Instead, I felt a few fat fingers prodding at my ass. So he was one of those that liked to pretend to be nice and ‘prepare’ me first. I stayed still, calming my breathing to try to ease the discomfort.
“It doesn’t seem that well trained. It’s barely reacting.”
“Ah, it’s probably because it hasn’t been given permission to move. It just doesn’t want to be disobedient and be punished. You can move pet.” The tone of his voice implied that I would be in for serious pain if I didn’t obey.
Startled at being spoken to, I didn’t even realize what Master wanted at first, but after a moment I realized that I was supposed to act like I wanted it. I hated ‘willingly’ participating, especially as every time it was slightly different; the men wanting me to act in a different manner. Instead of being able to try and remove my mind from what was happening to my body, I was forced to actually pay attention so I could anticipate the man’s needs. It was horrible, but at least still not as bad as what I had endured before. I just hated the thought of actively participating in my own rape.
“That a boy. I knew you would like it.” He finger fucked me for a few minutes, his blunt nails scraping along the scarring on my insides. He continued to croon to me about being so receptive, but I had long grown used to blocking out dirty talk. There’s only so much perverted old men can say before they’re repeating themselves. Soon enough, the fingers were removed and replaced by a blunt, thick erection. Even with the fingers stretching me beforehand it hurt a bit since he pushed in dry. My entrance tore, not that tearing was uncommon, and I could feel a trickle of blood dripping down my thigh. Thankfully he wasn’t long enough to do serious damage to my insides. His hands were hard on my hips, pulling me back towards him, and I quickly started to ‘participate’ by pushing back against him.
My master laughed. “See, the creature’s enjoying it. You know they’re closer to animals than men; they can’t help their instincts.”
His words barely registered, I was so used to hearing similar sentiments. Thankfully, this was an older man, and couldn’t last long. With a few unsteady thrusts he released inside me with a grunt, and nearly knocked me to the ground when he collapsed on top of me. I stood there silently, hoping he would get his fat gut off my back soon. Still, if I was to be sold to him it would be an improvement over Maeslin. The sex had been painful, but not torturous. Of course, I had no way of knowing if that would change once I got to his house. Finally he pulled out and patted me on the ass before standing up to redo his trousers.
“Amazing; its ass is still so tight. I don’t know why you’re selling it, but I’ll take it.”
I could feel the grin on Maeslin’s face without even needing to see it. If there was one thing Maeslin loved other than causing pain it was making money.
“That’s great my friend, shall we go to my office to write up the paperwork?”
I could hear their footsteps retreating as I remained kneeling in the hallway. I hadn’t been told to get back into position, which meant I was left like this, a pose that would only encourage the others in the manor to use me. I sighed, but resigned myself to a busy day.
I was actually only left in place for a few more hours, before the head slave came to get me. He was much more like Maeslin in sentiments; while Thena had thought I was disgusting and treated me like a dog, she otherwise attempted to ignore me as much as possible. Lorth enjoyed causing what pain he could, physically dragging me whenever he had the option, and when he ‘bathed’ me, he always made sure to cause some sort of minor pains. Not that it compared to when Master had me in his playroom, but it made what had been the only somewhat pleasant event in my life just as miserable as the rest.
This time was a bit different than before though. Of course he fucked me as soon as he had me in the bathing area, but he seemed to be trying to draw it out, keeping his pace slow and steady. I was glad when he finally finished, even when he pulled out and made me clean his cock off instead of just coming inside me. I could taste him and the other men who had used me that day on his skin, and it was times like this I was glad I didn’t get to eat that much, and was always cleaned thoroughly. Once he was satisfied, he poured water that was lukewarm rather than the normal cold water over me and started washing my body clean of semen. He actually used soap, and scrubbed me until I was raw. As much as it stung, it was worth it to feel truly clean. Of course, then he had to clean out my ass, and he took his sick pleasure in filling my gut with as much water as humanly possible. My entire abdomen ached by the time he considered me satisfactory after four enemas. I hated that part, but at least it had the outcome of me being completely clean.
Instead of being led back to my room, he led me down into the foyer of the manor. I realized I was going home with my new master right now, and I felt so grateful that I would never be in this hellhole again. Of course I realized that my new master could be just as bad, but I took solace in the fact that there was little he could do that would be worse. He seemed very pleased with my appearance, and stroked his hand through my hair, playing with my horns. I finally got a good look at him – and wished I hadn’t. I had known he was incredibly overweight from before, but it led to a face that matched the body. His hair was thinning and a greasy mud brown, and his eyes were lost in the folds of fat on his face; but at least they looked possessive and hungry rather than sadistic. That almost made his appearance worth it. Until, of course, I heard the next words out of his mouth.
“Maeslin, it’s always a pleasure to do business with you. I suspect I’ll get a lot of fun out of this one, and of course you’re always welcome over if you miss your old toy.”
“I might take you up on that Tyril, it was one of my more interesting pets. Have a good evening.” This was said with a grin that left no doubt what he meant.
My new master followed my back down to my ass, grabbing it possessively. “I am sure I will. Good night to you as well my lord.” He grabbed the leash that had been attached to my chain and I followed him out to the courtyard. I blinked; it was apparently summer as the sun was still up, even though I knew it had to be later in the day. My eyes started watering; it had been far too long since I had been outside. I couldn’t help my wings fluttering a bit as I felt the breeze hit me. I ached so much to be able to go for a quick flight, a joy that even if – once – I was free I would never experience again, and the thought ruined my happiness at being outside.
We went to a more modest carriage than I had arrived at Maeslin’s estate in, pulled by regular horses. Or at least I assumed they were horses and not Weres; I didn’t get a good look at them, but Tyril didn’t seem like he had the money or subtlety for that. We travelled for hours, through the night, and the master slept for most of it. He woke up in the morning, and nudged me awake. Half aware, I barely noticed me when he had me lean against the opposite seat and he took me in the carriage. It made the rest of the journey unpleasant having to sit with a fresh ache in my ass and cum dribbling out of me, but it was tolerable compared to what I was used to. He didn’t force me to participate this time, apparently just wanting a quick release, which I was thankful for.
The man’s manor ended up being in a city, and I tried to look out of the carriage from my position on the floor as we moved. There were mostly humans; the few nonhumans I noticed wore slave collars or were on leashes. The ones on leashes were all crawling as I had to; the others were walking normally, but with heads bowed, and clearly trying to draw as little attention to themselves as possible. They were also given small loincloths to cover their groins, although the females hadn’t been given anything to cover their chests. My long dormant desire to escape had risen again when I left Maeslin’s estate, but quickly fell. Had I had use of my wings or magic, escaping might be an option, but as I didn’t, and I couldn’t hide what I was like a Were or Fae, there was little chance of me even making it out of the city. There was also the fact that I didn’t know what city I was in; I wouldn’t even know what direction to run in anymore. Now seeing the state of the other nonhumans I was glad for my choice not to run. I could tell that there was little chance of escape; if nonhumans were allowed outside on their own then there was clearly little worry about them trying anything. Either that or the ones I could see were so broken in spirit that escape was no longer a thought in their heads. I prayed I would never get to that point, even though a small voice in my head said I was closer to that than I tried to pretend.
We finally made it to Tyril’s home; a modest manor house in the middle of what appeared to be a wealthier section of the city, but by no means the richest. It made me wonder how he had the money to purchase me. Unless my price had dropped in the intervening months; but Maeslin didn’t seem the type to compromise on anything. The inside of the house gave me an idea as to why though – the entire place was filled with the trappings of immense wealth; I was simply another decoration to show off to – and probably share with - his friends and peers. He tugged on my leash and I obediently followed him. There was a small cage set up in one of the reception rooms on the first floor, and that is where he led me. A servant came in and tossed a slab of raw meat into the cage, which I looked at dubiously. Sure, my body could handle raw meat; that didn’t mean it was the best thing for me to be eating. But at the same time, who knew how often I would eat here. I ate about a quarter of it before I could feel my stomach rebelling and stopped. Besides being raw, my stomach could no longer handle more than a few mouthfuls before I was full.
I was left alone for the most part, servants wandering in at odd times to gawk at me. It didn’t take long to realize that Master Tyril didn’t have any slaves; it made me wonder if he just didn’t like slavery or if he couldn’t afford them. I was hoping for the former; slaves I had found were grateful to find someone that was lower on the food chain than themselves, and would generally take it out on any nonhumans they could; in this case me. I ‘met’ the rest of his family; a stumpy wife that was probably as ugly as he was, and two boys who probably weren’t any older than I was. It made me wonder what the wife thought about having me in the house; was she insulted her husband purchased a sex slave, or grateful she didn’t have to touch him anymore? I would be grateful, but then again, she wasn’t exactly a prize catch either. The boys were already well on their way to being pigs like their father. Already they were practicing the petty cruelty of rich boys with too much time on their hands and no parental discipline; they spent the afternoon jabbing at me with the fire poker, and forcing me to suck them, accompanied by lewd remarks and insults. The words were the same, but the fact that they were being uttered by boys that were living the sort of life I should have had made them hurt more. Maeslin’s estate was like a never-ending nightmare; this house reminded me too closely of what I had lost. Well, except for the fact that my mother had had far better taste in decor.
It was late when my new Master came down, attaching a leash to my collar before opening the door to my cage. He led me out of the room and up the stairs to what was obviously the master bedroom. The room was just as overdone as the rest of the house – gold gilding all over the place, paintings and statuary stuffed into every spare inch, and, to my despair, a massive bed. I forced myself to not show fear, repeating my new mantra over and over to myself, ‘it can’t be worse than Maeslin.”
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