Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ To Freedom ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )
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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: 5.8K | Visits: 256 | 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: 5.8K | Visits: 256 | Status: Work In Progress
The master unclipped the leash, and started disrobing. I knelt, in the middle of the overly posh bedroom, repeating my mantra over in my head. Logically, I knew that there wasn’t much worse things could get, but the fear of the unknown was still gripping me. And just because I couldn’t imagine it could get worse, didn’t mean that I wanted to get raped at all.
“On the bed.”
I was moving before I had even properly heard the command, and I nearly stumbled when it sank in. The bed? That was certainly new – although at least it wouldn’t be so hard on my knees on the stone floors.
The feel of the mattress beneath me nearly made me groan in pleasure. I had been taken over the side of couches, or over footstools, but in the last four (or was it five?) years, I hadn’t had the comfort of a real bed, or even something underneath me that wasn’t ground or stone.
I wasn’t able to enjoy the sensation for too long however, before the bed dipped as the master joined me on it. He lay down with his back on the headboard, idly stroking his half hard cock. I got my first close look at him, and I nearly gagged. The one good part about my place in Maeslin’s household was that the men that used me never bothered to undress. They would just untie their breeches enough to free their erections. I had never paid much attention to what they looked like, as it never made a difference, and my eyes were generally closed to try and block out the pain.
But this man – I had no choice but to see what he looked like, and I wished he had stay dressed. As demeaning and dirty as that made me feel it would be better than having to actually look at my new master. I had known from my first glance that he was unattractive, and extremely overweight, but having to actually see the rolls of fat made me cringe. I carefully kept from looking at his face though.
“Suck.”
Careful to keep the revulsion off my face, I moved forward until I could lean down and reach his erection. As I had felt the last few times, his cock was thick and short – resembling the man himself. At least deepthroating wouldn’t be as painful – any positive side effects were welcome at this point in time. I also had a strong feeling that he wouldn’t be able to get it up more than once at a time, which was a relief – except that if Maeslin’s household was anything to go by, he wouldn’t be the only man I was forced to service.
Over the years, I hadn’t had much choice but to become quite experienced at sucking cock. I still hated it – but compared to everything else, at least it was just disgusting, and not disgusting and painful. Unless of course, the guy had a really long dick, then my throat was sore for days. Or they pulled on my hair, or horns, or any of my piercings. Or shot off in my eye.
Well, it was still less painful, at least.
The worst part of it though, regardless of the humiliation, and the minor pains, was the taste and smell. Even clean, there was still a scent that I’d just have to call ‘male’, and it was inescapable when I was like this. When they weren’t clean...well, after the first few painful lessons on why a pet doesn’t throw up on a guest, I learned to control my reaction.
Then of course, if they actually released in my mouth, instead of my ass, I had to deal with the taste of their cum. It’s bitter, and salty, and it amazes me that people willingly would do this. I quickly learned to appreciate longer cocks – at least that way I didn’t have to taste it, most of the time. Once my gag reflex was gone, deepthroating someone who was normally too long to have it done to them was a sure way to get them off quickly, and make sure I avoided the taste.
Tyril ranked as one of the worst, however, as far as smell and taste went. The fact that he was so short meant that my sensitive nose was right down in his pubic hair, and if he did come in my mouth, there was no way of just getting it down my throat without tasting it.
Tonight, however, the Master seemed to want to drag it out. Instead of letting me apply the tricks I had learned to get a man to orgasm quickly, he would pull me off, and make me suck his balls, or even a few times pushing me completely between his legs to lick at his ass, both of which were a test of my ironclad control of my stomach. I was definitely regretting the food I had eaten earlier.
After nearly an hour of this, he apparently grew bored, and forced me onto my back. I cringed; I hated this position – most of the time men would take me from behind, and I preferred that to having to actually look at the person currently violating me. The fact that my wings and tail were uncomfortable to lay on just made it worse. Tyril just looked at me for a few minutes, before his gaze centred on my groin. I forced myself to once again suppress my urge to cover myself, and lay still, letting him look his fill.
He finally leaned forward, gripping my thighs and pulling then further apart. It felt like he was going to dislocate one of my legs just to fit his bulk in between, but he finally managed it. Lining himself up, he shoved himself inside, fingers tightening on my legs as he groaned in pleasure. I closed my eyes to the familiar pain, and tried to relax myself around the intrusion. At first he just rutted away at me like he had the previous times, but after a while, he slowed and then stopped, still lodged in my body.
Reaching between us – a feat made more difficult by the bulk of his stomach, he took my limp cock and started stroking. I grit my teeth, but my body responded anyway. Maeslin had done this a few times as well, to try and embarrass me while I was servicing one of his guests. It never worked that well – the pain usually had me limp as soon as he let go. But Tyril wasn’t causing me any pain, just slowly working my growing erection. The burn of being penetrated wasn’t enough to stop it, and soon enough I was erect, and he let go of my cock and resumed thrusting.
I thought that was the end of it, but my body shamefully stayed hard. The rub of his gut on my sensitive skin was enough to keep me responding, and I wanted to fight against it, yell, cry, something. After all this time, this disgusting man was actually going to force me to come while being raped. I whined as the friction against my cock grew as Tyril thrust faster, until it was enough to push me over the edge into the first orgasm I had experienced in years. I knew that tears were slipping out of my eyes, and the release hadn’t been enjoyable – any small physical pleasure overwhelmed by my shame and loathing. The Master didn’t notice, grunting out his own release as my body clenched around him. I realized that extra tightness was why he had forced me to come, and I hated that he had made my body rebel against me to heighten his own pleasure.
Heaving himself off of me, his cock slipped out of my body with a wet plop, and I was just relieved it was over. Cage or not, I wanted to be out of this room, into the tiny bit of privacy I was allowed. He sat up, looking at my stomach with a sneer.
“Fucking slut. Off the bed.”
He shoved me off the bed, or at least tried to. The respite of softness underneath me no longer being comforting , I helped him along by rolling off it, trying to discretely wipe as much of both his and my seed onto the sheets as I went. The cum dripping out of me was slightly tinged pink, but I had seen worse, so I ignored it.
There was a servant waiting outside of the bedroom, with the leash, which he clicked onto the collar and led me away with, staying as far from me as physically possible. The room my cage was in was dark, and the servant was quick to shove me in and leave, closing the door behind him with a loud click. I curled in the corner, praying he wouldn’t use my own body against me again, but knowing that was as likely as waking to find the last five years had all been a dream.
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The next morning I was woken up by the two boys stumbling into the lounge. The door to the cage was opened, and I was dragged out unceremoniously. The leash was hooked to the outside, and the first and presumably older son sunk his morning erection into my ass without a word. My breath hitched, but the pain wasn’t too bad as I was still stretched from the previous night.
The two chatted idly as he thrust, setting a rather slow pace, speaking about their plans for the day. As I had suspected, they were lazy, and spoiled, and their ‘busy day’ consisted of going out into the city, spending their father’s money, and trying to woo more affluent girls so that they could gain more money through marriage. I couldn’t help cringing at the sort of girls they would be able to attract.
His movements were automatic, and the friction inside my ass was starting to burn. I sighed in relief as I felt his seed hit my irritated internal walls. Once the first son was finished, the second took his turn as carelessly as the first. At least time the friction was less, as I was lubed up by the first son’s release. This one only let out a small grunt, sounding a lot like the pig he resembled, before coming and pulling out. I was unhooked, and shoved back into the cage, and they left without sparing me another glance.
It was strange, and I knew, on one level, that it showed just how low I had sunk, but that experience seemed more...debasing than any of my other rapes. Every time prior to that, even when I was living ‘furniture’ in Maeslin’s mansion, the men who used me were using me. Sure, their attentions were very much unwanted, but at the same time, the purpose of their rapes were to either torture or humiliate me, or for the servants and other slaves of the mansion to feel power over me. Even if I had been treated horribly, they had at least recognized that I was a living, breathing person. Lower than them, yes, but at least alive. This, the entire purpose was to take care of their morning erections. Neither had spared me a glance, or a thought. My body had just been an accessible hole; their need could have easily been taken care of by their own hands.
I might have been a pet for years, but this was the first time I really felt like a possession.
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It was a few hours before I saw the Master. He came into the room carrying a small bag, and alarms starting going off in my head. I just knew that whatever he was bringing meant no good for me. ‘Gifts’ were no longer welcome in my world.
Without a word, he clipped the leash to my collar and dragged me out. I resisted slightly, more out of fear than an actual will to resist. Clipping the other end of the leash to the outside of the cage, he dug around in the bag. Pulling out a strange looking metal device, he knelt down next to me and reached underneath my body, grabbing at my cock. I automatically flinched back – nothing good ever came of my masters touching there. I had heard a few of the potential buyers talking about ‘neutering’ me, and while Maeslin refused because it would lower my value - although his explanation of possibly ‘breeding’ me made me ill – there was no way of knowing if this master had decided on doing that. He had seemed to like the fact that he had been able to make me come last night – or perhaps he just wanted to know if I was still ‘intact.’ I tried to calm myself down; after all, it was unlikely that he would just do that – if it wasn’t done correctly he could kill me, and then he’d be out a lot of money. Plus, he’d end up with blood all over his carpet and I was sure (or relatively sure) that he wouldn’t want that. Or so I kept telling myself; I knew that with our horses we needed someone trained in animal medicine to geld them; they would have to at least do that for non-human slaves, wouldn’t they? Then again, the sadistic tendencies of the men I had the misfortune to meet in this gods-forsaken country was well beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Grotesque visions of what he could be planning ran through my head, and I couldn’t hold back the childish whimper that escaped. I had already lost my horns; I didn’t want to lose anything else. I tried to curl my tail underneath me, to protect myself, but the hole that Maeslin had used on many occasions was now permanent after so long, and he simply tied my tail back as well. I felt exposed, and vulnerable, and it didn’t help when he forced me onto my back to be able to reach me easier.
I couldn’t help the faint tremors that went through me as he slowly stroked me until I became hard. The fear had kept me from reacting at first, but eventually my hormones won out. As soon as I was completely hard, he wrapped the metal bands around my balls, squeezing them not quite tight enough to hurt, but enough to feel uncomfortable. So far it just felt like a very strange cock ring, and if that was all it was – well, I could deal with that. I hoped. Another strip of metal separated them, and ran down my length. There were smaller bands coming off that strip, and when he snapped that closed, I screamed. Small, prickly spikes were digging into my cock, and if it wasn’t for the bands holding my balls captive I would have gone soft in a second. Instead, I was forced to remain hard and the pain persisted. He paused, letting my body calm down before continuing. I wasn’t naive enough to think that was for my benefit though – if he was anything like Maeslin, there was worse coming, and he wanted me fully cognizant for it. Either that or my body was simply shaking too hard for him to continue.
It didn’t take long to figure out that it was the latter, and what exactly ‘worse’ was. Another metal rod was shoved none-too-gently into my cock. I screamed again – I couldn’t help it – and almost missed the ominous ‘click’. I forced myself to look back, and saw the small lock holding the contraption around – and in – me.
“There we go, all caged up like a pet should be. If you’re a good boy, I’ll take it off when I fuck you.”
I stared in shock and no little horror at the metal encasing my cock. Not that I hadn’t had cock rings on before – Maeslin had used barbed wire once, and I had feared for a few minutes that he was going to end up ripping my penis off entirely – but this was clearly meant to stay on for a longer period of time. Why else would there be a lock? Tyril had to have known I wouldn’t take it off myself. The lock had to be there to make sure that it didn’t come off accidentally.
He patted my ass and heaved his generous bulk off the floor. Unclipping my leash, he pulled me over to a chair, and had me lean over the back. I knew what was coming, and tried my best to relax my body. Unfortunately, he was just too thick to take easily, and I was sure the new scabbing from the tears he had caused the last few days had opened. The angle I was at over the chair also made the cage around my cock dig into my most sensitive areas, and I was fairly sure I was bleeding there as well. He grunted away at me for a while, as my legs went numb and I felt the blood trickle down my legs from both the front and the back. I was just grateful he didn’t bother to try and get my body to react more than it already had. I think I may have even faded out of consciousness a time or two; it certainly seemed like less time than the previous night before I felt the familiar sting of cum burning into my torn insides. But at least that made the torture go by quicker, and it was more of a respite than Maeslin had ever allowed. He had seemed to have a sixth sense for whenever I passed out, and would stop to wake me. Tyril didn’t seem to care this time, as long as he got his pleasure out of it.
I knew I was in trouble when he pulled out and I heard the sharp intake of breath behind me. Tyril was apparently stronger than he looked, and I found myself tumbling to the floor, cringing as already pained areas hit. I resisted the urge to curl up, knowing that if it looked like I was trying to ‘avoid’ my punishment it only made them worse.
“You...dirty beast!” Oh, that wasn’t good. He sounded really mad. The times when Maeslin got that mad usually ended up with me nearly dying. Perhaps Tyril would forget himself and really kill me. “There is blood on my floor and my chair!” He stormed out of the room, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t even defend myself – I wasn’t allowed to speak, even if my words would have made any difference, and it had been so long since I tried to talk, I didn’t know if my voice would even work at this point. I wanted to yell at him - it had been him who decided to rape me over his good furniture, after all, I can’t exactly stop myself from bleeding. I would have gladly not been raped, or forced into the horrible contraption he’d found for me.
I didn’t have to wait long for the Master to return, which I was almost grateful for. He dragged me back towards the cage, unhooked the leash, and hooked the collar directly to the cage instead. It was an incredibly uncomfortable position, half standing, half kneeling, and no place to easily place my hands. I gripped the bars as best I could, to try to help hold myself up.
The first hit came quickly; a long driving whip that looked like it probably from his stable. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or scared that he didn’t have a room full of torture devices like Maeslin had; I had found out from Maeslin’s ‘parties’ that something regular objects could be even worse. And the lash did hurt. It wasn’t a pain I was used to – Maeslin had preferred to not mark me, so whipping had been done rarely; and usually on my scales if he decided to, or a ‘guest’ wanted to. Tyril seemed to not care; I could feel more blood starting to well up from where the whip had broken skin. The first few were on my back, and then he started to move down, striking along my legs and tail. His stamina seemed short lived though, and after only a dozen or so, he was panting behind me.
Without another word he stormed out, and I was left to hang off the cage. I couldn’t even relax, because if I did, I would end up choking myself. I considered it though – wondering if it would be enough to end my life, or just enough to cause me to black out. But in the end, I couldn’t do it – I couldn’t cause my own pain. If it was a quicker method of suicide, I might be able to, but this allowed my instincts to kick in, and some deep part of me still wanted to live.
Shortly after the Master had left a few servants walked in, and started cleaning ‘my’ mess. They ignored me totally, except for when one shoved a rag under me to catch any blood that might be still dripping down my body.
“Ugh, I can’t believe Mister Tyril has us cleaning up after an animal. I know when I signed up for this job, I wasn’t expecting this.”
“Oh come on Sarai, it’s not that bad. I mean, sure we have to clean up its blood, but at least it appears to be housebroken. Just imagine if we had to clean up its messes.” I couldn’t help cringing at that – depending on how long the Master left me here, they still might. Even if I’d only gotten the one meal the night before, and I couldn’t honestly remember the last time I ate before that.
“Ugh, Kaeley, don’t even talk about that. You’ll make me ill. And what if its blood has diseases or something? You know what they say about touching rats and other vermin. We could die from doing this.” The second girl’s voice sounded slightly hysterical towards the end.
“If it had diseases, do you really think Mister Tyril would...do that...with it? I’m sure these things have to be clean before they can be sold. Horses and cows have to be found free of disease before they can be allowed around people, so I’d think it was the same with these things.”
The first girl sighed, still not sounding happy, or convinced. “I suppose you’ve got a point. But how Mister Tyril – and his sons! – can lay with an animal – a male animal – I’ll never understand. It’s not natural and it’s not right. It’s disgusting.”
“I don’t understand it either; I certainly wouldn’t do something like that, no matter how much you paid me. Nobles do like to do strange things sometimes. Makes me glad I was born to a normal family. Although I guess choosing a male does make some sense, if they have to do it at all. Could you imagine if they were to get one of the females pregnant? Not that I can see them letting a freak like that live, but there’s always the chance.”
“Oh, I couldn’t even imagine! Oh Kaeley, what if there are? What if somewhere there is some half-breed running around?”
The calmer girl – Kaeley – sighed, and I guessed that she had to deal with the paranoid girl often. It almost made me feel sorry for her – until I remembered what she said. I was the disgusting one? How about the nobles who thought rape and slavery were fashionable? They had finished, and started to head out of the room, and I could barely hear Kaeley’s response.
“The government will take care of that, I’m sure. Could you imagine the harm something like that could do? Besides...” the rest trailed off as they moved out of hearing distance, although I did hear one more high pitched squeal. It was probably for the best that I couldn’t hear what was said.
Well, at least I knew now that there wouldn’t be any help coming from the ‘common’ classes. It was something else to keep in mind if I ever did have a chance at escape. I wouldn’t just be hiding from nobles and peacekeepers, but everyone.
The thought of half breeds was a scary one too; and I spent the next few hours thinking about that. They weren’t uncommon in Catonia; at least in the cities were everyone lived side by side. I knew that those couples tended to have a harder time having children, but that was down to pure genetics. Couples like my parents, who were both Darcans, had an easier time, while any couple – whether it was human or non-human or two different races of nonhuman, tended to have less children. Hopefully that remained the case here, as I was sure the treatment of any child born to a non-human pet would be abysmal. As bad as my life was, at least I knew these people were wrong and sick, and that there was a chance at having a normal life. Even if that chance was looking less and less likely. A half breed child would be told from the second it was old enough to understand that it was disgusting, or an abomination, or a demon, or any of the other number of names and slurs I had heard over the years.
Hours passed, and I knew night was coming by the fact that servants were wandering around lighting lamps. Except for the sitting room I was in, of course. Not that I really minded – in my cell at Maeslin’s it was dark, and before that at the training centre I had been left in complete darkness for weeks at a time. ‘Normal’ darkness was actually somewhat soothing.
My legs and arms were arching fiercely, and I knew whenever the Master finally let me down I would be unable to move. I was also staring at the food and water left in the cage. The servant had come in, opened the cage, and put the dishes inside, not even sparing me a glance. I was really starting to feel like a non-entity. Still, the food was sitting there, close enough to reach out and touch it if the bars weren’t in the way, and I couldn’t move.
It was fully dark before anyone else came into the room, and when they did, I wished they hadn’t. It was the two sons, and they were clearly very drunk. The younger one was already reaching down to release himself, and I cringed, even though at least I’d finally be let down out of this position.
The younger boy laughed, and leered at me, and I felt my skin crawl. Maybe the earlier time when they acted like I didn’t even exist was better.
“See....yo...you...need ta be gooood now. Fia..filance...wife dont’ want you touchin anythin. No more fuckin...with anything...cept your hand. I’ll haf dad’s toy aaalll to mahself.” The boy let out a rather ill sounding giggle, and tried to stroke himself and walk at the same time. If I wasn’t worried about what they were going to do, it would have been extremely amusing. The boys were both overweight and not exactly graceful while sober – drunk they were walking catastrophes.
“Damn idiot. What Ilisa don’t know won’t hurt er.” The older brother nearly growled, and pushed the other out of the way. He quickly tripped over his own breeches and ended up smashing into some of his mother’s overly gaudy statues. The sound of breaking ceramic echoes through the room, but as no one came running, I had to assume their ‘rough housing’ was fairly common.
“Fuck, ya ass...ya don’t know nothing. Da finds out ya were fuckin around he’ll beat you.” He struggled to rise, but the older and clearly more capable brother had already moved behind me, fumbling with the hook on the collar. Giving up on that with a curse, I felt him reach down, and attempt to force himself into my body. Fortunately for me, he seemed to be having a hard time getting hard, thanks to the heavy drinking he had done, and I thought for a minute that maybe they’d go away and leave me alone. It was really rather naive of me to hope for any sort of respite. He grumbled in irritation at his inability to get his cock inside me, and reached down, using his thumbs to spread my ass open and try to get inside that way. I bit my lip, trying to not make any sounds; I didn’t want either of them to read something into it and retaliate. He finally managed to slip inside, even though I could tell he wasn’t really fully erect, and started up an awkward pace.
“I can fuck whoever I wanna fuck. Could fuck you if I wanted to.” A particularly hard shove accompanied his words, although it seemed to me he was proving the opposite of what he claimed.
His hands left my hips, and went to my shoulders; apparently thrusting wasn’t working so well for him so he was trying to force me down onto his cock. I clenched onto the bars, and tried to keep my balance, but it was hard. When the younger brother snarled and leapt at his brother, tripping over my tail in the process, I lost the battle.
I could feel the older brother still trying to move inside me, the pain of penetration just a twinge with all the other aches I was feeling. The younger was trying to shove him out so he could take his own turn, and they were both attempting to punch each other while screaming obscenities. Most of the punches ended up landing on my already torn up back. I felt the older brother ripped forcibly out of my body, though thankfully he had gone almost completely soft by that point, and I was more concerned with trying to twist my body to protect the most vulnerable parts, as well as attempting to get my feet underneath me again so I wouldn’t choke.
That was a battle I was slowly losing, and it didn’t help that any time I made some sort of progress, one of the brothers would crash into me and I’d end up nearly hanging from my collar once again. Eventually, I just gave up trying, and let the kicks and punches land where they would. My one consolation was that I was sure the brothers would be in a lot of trouble for costing their father so much money.
Thankfully, I could feel the air slowly leaving my lungs, and I waited eagerly for the blackness seeping along the edges of my vision.
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“On the bed.”
I was moving before I had even properly heard the command, and I nearly stumbled when it sank in. The bed? That was certainly new – although at least it wouldn’t be so hard on my knees on the stone floors.
The feel of the mattress beneath me nearly made me groan in pleasure. I had been taken over the side of couches, or over footstools, but in the last four (or was it five?) years, I hadn’t had the comfort of a real bed, or even something underneath me that wasn’t ground or stone.
I wasn’t able to enjoy the sensation for too long however, before the bed dipped as the master joined me on it. He lay down with his back on the headboard, idly stroking his half hard cock. I got my first close look at him, and I nearly gagged. The one good part about my place in Maeslin’s household was that the men that used me never bothered to undress. They would just untie their breeches enough to free their erections. I had never paid much attention to what they looked like, as it never made a difference, and my eyes were generally closed to try and block out the pain.
But this man – I had no choice but to see what he looked like, and I wished he had stay dressed. As demeaning and dirty as that made me feel it would be better than having to actually look at my new master. I had known from my first glance that he was unattractive, and extremely overweight, but having to actually see the rolls of fat made me cringe. I carefully kept from looking at his face though.
“Suck.”
Careful to keep the revulsion off my face, I moved forward until I could lean down and reach his erection. As I had felt the last few times, his cock was thick and short – resembling the man himself. At least deepthroating wouldn’t be as painful – any positive side effects were welcome at this point in time. I also had a strong feeling that he wouldn’t be able to get it up more than once at a time, which was a relief – except that if Maeslin’s household was anything to go by, he wouldn’t be the only man I was forced to service.
Over the years, I hadn’t had much choice but to become quite experienced at sucking cock. I still hated it – but compared to everything else, at least it was just disgusting, and not disgusting and painful. Unless of course, the guy had a really long dick, then my throat was sore for days. Or they pulled on my hair, or horns, or any of my piercings. Or shot off in my eye.
Well, it was still less painful, at least.
The worst part of it though, regardless of the humiliation, and the minor pains, was the taste and smell. Even clean, there was still a scent that I’d just have to call ‘male’, and it was inescapable when I was like this. When they weren’t clean...well, after the first few painful lessons on why a pet doesn’t throw up on a guest, I learned to control my reaction.
Then of course, if they actually released in my mouth, instead of my ass, I had to deal with the taste of their cum. It’s bitter, and salty, and it amazes me that people willingly would do this. I quickly learned to appreciate longer cocks – at least that way I didn’t have to taste it, most of the time. Once my gag reflex was gone, deepthroating someone who was normally too long to have it done to them was a sure way to get them off quickly, and make sure I avoided the taste.
Tyril ranked as one of the worst, however, as far as smell and taste went. The fact that he was so short meant that my sensitive nose was right down in his pubic hair, and if he did come in my mouth, there was no way of just getting it down my throat without tasting it.
Tonight, however, the Master seemed to want to drag it out. Instead of letting me apply the tricks I had learned to get a man to orgasm quickly, he would pull me off, and make me suck his balls, or even a few times pushing me completely between his legs to lick at his ass, both of which were a test of my ironclad control of my stomach. I was definitely regretting the food I had eaten earlier.
After nearly an hour of this, he apparently grew bored, and forced me onto my back. I cringed; I hated this position – most of the time men would take me from behind, and I preferred that to having to actually look at the person currently violating me. The fact that my wings and tail were uncomfortable to lay on just made it worse. Tyril just looked at me for a few minutes, before his gaze centred on my groin. I forced myself to once again suppress my urge to cover myself, and lay still, letting him look his fill.
He finally leaned forward, gripping my thighs and pulling then further apart. It felt like he was going to dislocate one of my legs just to fit his bulk in between, but he finally managed it. Lining himself up, he shoved himself inside, fingers tightening on my legs as he groaned in pleasure. I closed my eyes to the familiar pain, and tried to relax myself around the intrusion. At first he just rutted away at me like he had the previous times, but after a while, he slowed and then stopped, still lodged in my body.
Reaching between us – a feat made more difficult by the bulk of his stomach, he took my limp cock and started stroking. I grit my teeth, but my body responded anyway. Maeslin had done this a few times as well, to try and embarrass me while I was servicing one of his guests. It never worked that well – the pain usually had me limp as soon as he let go. But Tyril wasn’t causing me any pain, just slowly working my growing erection. The burn of being penetrated wasn’t enough to stop it, and soon enough I was erect, and he let go of my cock and resumed thrusting.
I thought that was the end of it, but my body shamefully stayed hard. The rub of his gut on my sensitive skin was enough to keep me responding, and I wanted to fight against it, yell, cry, something. After all this time, this disgusting man was actually going to force me to come while being raped. I whined as the friction against my cock grew as Tyril thrust faster, until it was enough to push me over the edge into the first orgasm I had experienced in years. I knew that tears were slipping out of my eyes, and the release hadn’t been enjoyable – any small physical pleasure overwhelmed by my shame and loathing. The Master didn’t notice, grunting out his own release as my body clenched around him. I realized that extra tightness was why he had forced me to come, and I hated that he had made my body rebel against me to heighten his own pleasure.
Heaving himself off of me, his cock slipped out of my body with a wet plop, and I was just relieved it was over. Cage or not, I wanted to be out of this room, into the tiny bit of privacy I was allowed. He sat up, looking at my stomach with a sneer.
“Fucking slut. Off the bed.”
He shoved me off the bed, or at least tried to. The respite of softness underneath me no longer being comforting , I helped him along by rolling off it, trying to discretely wipe as much of both his and my seed onto the sheets as I went. The cum dripping out of me was slightly tinged pink, but I had seen worse, so I ignored it.
There was a servant waiting outside of the bedroom, with the leash, which he clicked onto the collar and led me away with, staying as far from me as physically possible. The room my cage was in was dark, and the servant was quick to shove me in and leave, closing the door behind him with a loud click. I curled in the corner, praying he wouldn’t use my own body against me again, but knowing that was as likely as waking to find the last five years had all been a dream.
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The next morning I was woken up by the two boys stumbling into the lounge. The door to the cage was opened, and I was dragged out unceremoniously. The leash was hooked to the outside, and the first and presumably older son sunk his morning erection into my ass without a word. My breath hitched, but the pain wasn’t too bad as I was still stretched from the previous night.
The two chatted idly as he thrust, setting a rather slow pace, speaking about their plans for the day. As I had suspected, they were lazy, and spoiled, and their ‘busy day’ consisted of going out into the city, spending their father’s money, and trying to woo more affluent girls so that they could gain more money through marriage. I couldn’t help cringing at the sort of girls they would be able to attract.
His movements were automatic, and the friction inside my ass was starting to burn. I sighed in relief as I felt his seed hit my irritated internal walls. Once the first son was finished, the second took his turn as carelessly as the first. At least time the friction was less, as I was lubed up by the first son’s release. This one only let out a small grunt, sounding a lot like the pig he resembled, before coming and pulling out. I was unhooked, and shoved back into the cage, and they left without sparing me another glance.
It was strange, and I knew, on one level, that it showed just how low I had sunk, but that experience seemed more...debasing than any of my other rapes. Every time prior to that, even when I was living ‘furniture’ in Maeslin’s mansion, the men who used me were using me. Sure, their attentions were very much unwanted, but at the same time, the purpose of their rapes were to either torture or humiliate me, or for the servants and other slaves of the mansion to feel power over me. Even if I had been treated horribly, they had at least recognized that I was a living, breathing person. Lower than them, yes, but at least alive. This, the entire purpose was to take care of their morning erections. Neither had spared me a glance, or a thought. My body had just been an accessible hole; their need could have easily been taken care of by their own hands.
I might have been a pet for years, but this was the first time I really felt like a possession.
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It was a few hours before I saw the Master. He came into the room carrying a small bag, and alarms starting going off in my head. I just knew that whatever he was bringing meant no good for me. ‘Gifts’ were no longer welcome in my world.
Without a word, he clipped the leash to my collar and dragged me out. I resisted slightly, more out of fear than an actual will to resist. Clipping the other end of the leash to the outside of the cage, he dug around in the bag. Pulling out a strange looking metal device, he knelt down next to me and reached underneath my body, grabbing at my cock. I automatically flinched back – nothing good ever came of my masters touching there. I had heard a few of the potential buyers talking about ‘neutering’ me, and while Maeslin refused because it would lower my value - although his explanation of possibly ‘breeding’ me made me ill – there was no way of knowing if this master had decided on doing that. He had seemed to like the fact that he had been able to make me come last night – or perhaps he just wanted to know if I was still ‘intact.’ I tried to calm myself down; after all, it was unlikely that he would just do that – if it wasn’t done correctly he could kill me, and then he’d be out a lot of money. Plus, he’d end up with blood all over his carpet and I was sure (or relatively sure) that he wouldn’t want that. Or so I kept telling myself; I knew that with our horses we needed someone trained in animal medicine to geld them; they would have to at least do that for non-human slaves, wouldn’t they? Then again, the sadistic tendencies of the men I had the misfortune to meet in this gods-forsaken country was well beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Grotesque visions of what he could be planning ran through my head, and I couldn’t hold back the childish whimper that escaped. I had already lost my horns; I didn’t want to lose anything else. I tried to curl my tail underneath me, to protect myself, but the hole that Maeslin had used on many occasions was now permanent after so long, and he simply tied my tail back as well. I felt exposed, and vulnerable, and it didn’t help when he forced me onto my back to be able to reach me easier.
I couldn’t help the faint tremors that went through me as he slowly stroked me until I became hard. The fear had kept me from reacting at first, but eventually my hormones won out. As soon as I was completely hard, he wrapped the metal bands around my balls, squeezing them not quite tight enough to hurt, but enough to feel uncomfortable. So far it just felt like a very strange cock ring, and if that was all it was – well, I could deal with that. I hoped. Another strip of metal separated them, and ran down my length. There were smaller bands coming off that strip, and when he snapped that closed, I screamed. Small, prickly spikes were digging into my cock, and if it wasn’t for the bands holding my balls captive I would have gone soft in a second. Instead, I was forced to remain hard and the pain persisted. He paused, letting my body calm down before continuing. I wasn’t naive enough to think that was for my benefit though – if he was anything like Maeslin, there was worse coming, and he wanted me fully cognizant for it. Either that or my body was simply shaking too hard for him to continue.
It didn’t take long to figure out that it was the latter, and what exactly ‘worse’ was. Another metal rod was shoved none-too-gently into my cock. I screamed again – I couldn’t help it – and almost missed the ominous ‘click’. I forced myself to look back, and saw the small lock holding the contraption around – and in – me.
“There we go, all caged up like a pet should be. If you’re a good boy, I’ll take it off when I fuck you.”
I stared in shock and no little horror at the metal encasing my cock. Not that I hadn’t had cock rings on before – Maeslin had used barbed wire once, and I had feared for a few minutes that he was going to end up ripping my penis off entirely – but this was clearly meant to stay on for a longer period of time. Why else would there be a lock? Tyril had to have known I wouldn’t take it off myself. The lock had to be there to make sure that it didn’t come off accidentally.
He patted my ass and heaved his generous bulk off the floor. Unclipping my leash, he pulled me over to a chair, and had me lean over the back. I knew what was coming, and tried my best to relax my body. Unfortunately, he was just too thick to take easily, and I was sure the new scabbing from the tears he had caused the last few days had opened. The angle I was at over the chair also made the cage around my cock dig into my most sensitive areas, and I was fairly sure I was bleeding there as well. He grunted away at me for a while, as my legs went numb and I felt the blood trickle down my legs from both the front and the back. I was just grateful he didn’t bother to try and get my body to react more than it already had. I think I may have even faded out of consciousness a time or two; it certainly seemed like less time than the previous night before I felt the familiar sting of cum burning into my torn insides. But at least that made the torture go by quicker, and it was more of a respite than Maeslin had ever allowed. He had seemed to have a sixth sense for whenever I passed out, and would stop to wake me. Tyril didn’t seem to care this time, as long as he got his pleasure out of it.
I knew I was in trouble when he pulled out and I heard the sharp intake of breath behind me. Tyril was apparently stronger than he looked, and I found myself tumbling to the floor, cringing as already pained areas hit. I resisted the urge to curl up, knowing that if it looked like I was trying to ‘avoid’ my punishment it only made them worse.
“You...dirty beast!” Oh, that wasn’t good. He sounded really mad. The times when Maeslin got that mad usually ended up with me nearly dying. Perhaps Tyril would forget himself and really kill me. “There is blood on my floor and my chair!” He stormed out of the room, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t even defend myself – I wasn’t allowed to speak, even if my words would have made any difference, and it had been so long since I tried to talk, I didn’t know if my voice would even work at this point. I wanted to yell at him - it had been him who decided to rape me over his good furniture, after all, I can’t exactly stop myself from bleeding. I would have gladly not been raped, or forced into the horrible contraption he’d found for me.
I didn’t have to wait long for the Master to return, which I was almost grateful for. He dragged me back towards the cage, unhooked the leash, and hooked the collar directly to the cage instead. It was an incredibly uncomfortable position, half standing, half kneeling, and no place to easily place my hands. I gripped the bars as best I could, to try to help hold myself up.
The first hit came quickly; a long driving whip that looked like it probably from his stable. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or scared that he didn’t have a room full of torture devices like Maeslin had; I had found out from Maeslin’s ‘parties’ that something regular objects could be even worse. And the lash did hurt. It wasn’t a pain I was used to – Maeslin had preferred to not mark me, so whipping had been done rarely; and usually on my scales if he decided to, or a ‘guest’ wanted to. Tyril seemed to not care; I could feel more blood starting to well up from where the whip had broken skin. The first few were on my back, and then he started to move down, striking along my legs and tail. His stamina seemed short lived though, and after only a dozen or so, he was panting behind me.
Without another word he stormed out, and I was left to hang off the cage. I couldn’t even relax, because if I did, I would end up choking myself. I considered it though – wondering if it would be enough to end my life, or just enough to cause me to black out. But in the end, I couldn’t do it – I couldn’t cause my own pain. If it was a quicker method of suicide, I might be able to, but this allowed my instincts to kick in, and some deep part of me still wanted to live.
Shortly after the Master had left a few servants walked in, and started cleaning ‘my’ mess. They ignored me totally, except for when one shoved a rag under me to catch any blood that might be still dripping down my body.
“Ugh, I can’t believe Mister Tyril has us cleaning up after an animal. I know when I signed up for this job, I wasn’t expecting this.”
“Oh come on Sarai, it’s not that bad. I mean, sure we have to clean up its blood, but at least it appears to be housebroken. Just imagine if we had to clean up its messes.” I couldn’t help cringing at that – depending on how long the Master left me here, they still might. Even if I’d only gotten the one meal the night before, and I couldn’t honestly remember the last time I ate before that.
“Ugh, Kaeley, don’t even talk about that. You’ll make me ill. And what if its blood has diseases or something? You know what they say about touching rats and other vermin. We could die from doing this.” The second girl’s voice sounded slightly hysterical towards the end.
“If it had diseases, do you really think Mister Tyril would...do that...with it? I’m sure these things have to be clean before they can be sold. Horses and cows have to be found free of disease before they can be allowed around people, so I’d think it was the same with these things.”
The first girl sighed, still not sounding happy, or convinced. “I suppose you’ve got a point. But how Mister Tyril – and his sons! – can lay with an animal – a male animal – I’ll never understand. It’s not natural and it’s not right. It’s disgusting.”
“I don’t understand it either; I certainly wouldn’t do something like that, no matter how much you paid me. Nobles do like to do strange things sometimes. Makes me glad I was born to a normal family. Although I guess choosing a male does make some sense, if they have to do it at all. Could you imagine if they were to get one of the females pregnant? Not that I can see them letting a freak like that live, but there’s always the chance.”
“Oh, I couldn’t even imagine! Oh Kaeley, what if there are? What if somewhere there is some half-breed running around?”
The calmer girl – Kaeley – sighed, and I guessed that she had to deal with the paranoid girl often. It almost made me feel sorry for her – until I remembered what she said. I was the disgusting one? How about the nobles who thought rape and slavery were fashionable? They had finished, and started to head out of the room, and I could barely hear Kaeley’s response.
“The government will take care of that, I’m sure. Could you imagine the harm something like that could do? Besides...” the rest trailed off as they moved out of hearing distance, although I did hear one more high pitched squeal. It was probably for the best that I couldn’t hear what was said.
Well, at least I knew now that there wouldn’t be any help coming from the ‘common’ classes. It was something else to keep in mind if I ever did have a chance at escape. I wouldn’t just be hiding from nobles and peacekeepers, but everyone.
The thought of half breeds was a scary one too; and I spent the next few hours thinking about that. They weren’t uncommon in Catonia; at least in the cities were everyone lived side by side. I knew that those couples tended to have a harder time having children, but that was down to pure genetics. Couples like my parents, who were both Darcans, had an easier time, while any couple – whether it was human or non-human or two different races of nonhuman, tended to have less children. Hopefully that remained the case here, as I was sure the treatment of any child born to a non-human pet would be abysmal. As bad as my life was, at least I knew these people were wrong and sick, and that there was a chance at having a normal life. Even if that chance was looking less and less likely. A half breed child would be told from the second it was old enough to understand that it was disgusting, or an abomination, or a demon, or any of the other number of names and slurs I had heard over the years.
Hours passed, and I knew night was coming by the fact that servants were wandering around lighting lamps. Except for the sitting room I was in, of course. Not that I really minded – in my cell at Maeslin’s it was dark, and before that at the training centre I had been left in complete darkness for weeks at a time. ‘Normal’ darkness was actually somewhat soothing.
My legs and arms were arching fiercely, and I knew whenever the Master finally let me down I would be unable to move. I was also staring at the food and water left in the cage. The servant had come in, opened the cage, and put the dishes inside, not even sparing me a glance. I was really starting to feel like a non-entity. Still, the food was sitting there, close enough to reach out and touch it if the bars weren’t in the way, and I couldn’t move.
It was fully dark before anyone else came into the room, and when they did, I wished they hadn’t. It was the two sons, and they were clearly very drunk. The younger one was already reaching down to release himself, and I cringed, even though at least I’d finally be let down out of this position.
The younger boy laughed, and leered at me, and I felt my skin crawl. Maybe the earlier time when they acted like I didn’t even exist was better.
“See....yo...you...need ta be gooood now. Fia..filance...wife dont’ want you touchin anythin. No more fuckin...with anything...cept your hand. I’ll haf dad’s toy aaalll to mahself.” The boy let out a rather ill sounding giggle, and tried to stroke himself and walk at the same time. If I wasn’t worried about what they were going to do, it would have been extremely amusing. The boys were both overweight and not exactly graceful while sober – drunk they were walking catastrophes.
“Damn idiot. What Ilisa don’t know won’t hurt er.” The older brother nearly growled, and pushed the other out of the way. He quickly tripped over his own breeches and ended up smashing into some of his mother’s overly gaudy statues. The sound of breaking ceramic echoes through the room, but as no one came running, I had to assume their ‘rough housing’ was fairly common.
“Fuck, ya ass...ya don’t know nothing. Da finds out ya were fuckin around he’ll beat you.” He struggled to rise, but the older and clearly more capable brother had already moved behind me, fumbling with the hook on the collar. Giving up on that with a curse, I felt him reach down, and attempt to force himself into my body. Fortunately for me, he seemed to be having a hard time getting hard, thanks to the heavy drinking he had done, and I thought for a minute that maybe they’d go away and leave me alone. It was really rather naive of me to hope for any sort of respite. He grumbled in irritation at his inability to get his cock inside me, and reached down, using his thumbs to spread my ass open and try to get inside that way. I bit my lip, trying to not make any sounds; I didn’t want either of them to read something into it and retaliate. He finally managed to slip inside, even though I could tell he wasn’t really fully erect, and started up an awkward pace.
“I can fuck whoever I wanna fuck. Could fuck you if I wanted to.” A particularly hard shove accompanied his words, although it seemed to me he was proving the opposite of what he claimed.
His hands left my hips, and went to my shoulders; apparently thrusting wasn’t working so well for him so he was trying to force me down onto his cock. I clenched onto the bars, and tried to keep my balance, but it was hard. When the younger brother snarled and leapt at his brother, tripping over my tail in the process, I lost the battle.
I could feel the older brother still trying to move inside me, the pain of penetration just a twinge with all the other aches I was feeling. The younger was trying to shove him out so he could take his own turn, and they were both attempting to punch each other while screaming obscenities. Most of the punches ended up landing on my already torn up back. I felt the older brother ripped forcibly out of my body, though thankfully he had gone almost completely soft by that point, and I was more concerned with trying to twist my body to protect the most vulnerable parts, as well as attempting to get my feet underneath me again so I wouldn’t choke.
That was a battle I was slowly losing, and it didn’t help that any time I made some sort of progress, one of the brothers would crash into me and I’d end up nearly hanging from my collar once again. Eventually, I just gave up trying, and let the kicks and punches land where they would. My one consolation was that I was sure the brothers would be in a lot of trouble for costing their father so much money.
Thankfully, I could feel the air slowly leaving my lungs, and I waited eagerly for the blackness seeping along the edges of my vision.
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