Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ To Freedom ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

I woke up, at some point later. I could tell it was midmorning, but I had no idea how many days it had been. It couldn't have been all that long, because there were still bruises and scabs on my body. Trying to sit up, I discovered I couldn't, and knew that my hip had probably been dislocated again. Twisting awkwardly, I finally managed to pull myself into a somewhat sitting position, while avoiding putting any direct pressure on my hip. I hated how I automatically knew how to do that - that I knew how to continue moving regardless of what injuries I had gotten.

I glanced down at my body, trying to take in the total damage. One of my shins appeared to be broken, or at least fractured, not that it particularly mattered. I doubted I was physically able to walk upright anymore. There were long lines missing off my tail that looked like they were probably burn marks. I wasn't sure how they got there, but then again, the two boys had probably brought a lamp with them when they came to `visit' me last...whenever it was. My torso (and I'd imagine my back and sides) were a disturbing array of colours, and judging from what I'd experienced in the past, I'd imagine there were several broken ribs. One of my shoulders had been dislocated, but someone - I'd imagine whoever put me back in the cage - had forced it back, although it still throbbed. My arms actually seemed to have been spared for the most part, although there were some more bruises and a few scales missing there as well, but they ached horribly, probably still from trying to hold myself up. I could feel the accompanying ache in my legs. The cage was still around my cock, and the entire thing throbbed a worrying purple colour. I was concerned it would do permanent damage - but since there was nothing I could do either way, I just resolved to ignore it as much as possible.

The ache in my backside I ignored, since I couldn't remember a time that it didn't ache, so I tentatively reached to touch my back. The cuts had scabbed over, so I knew it had to have at least been a day. I sighed and closed my eyes again. It hadn't been anything near what Maeslin had been accustomed to doing, and it actually felt more like I had been in a fight. More accurately, a bar brawl, which could be considered what happened. The two had been fighting nearly on top of me. My best guess - since it was highly unlikely anyone would tell me what actually happened - was that the two brothers had continued to fight even after I had fallen unconscious, and in their incredibly drunkenness, probably landed more hits on me than each other.

I was just surprised that one of them had apparently had enough of a mind left to let me down before I suffocated. Surprised and mad - that would have been almost an easy death, and it had been so close. Having the time to think as I hung on the cage, I realized that while I remained in the city I had no hopes of escape. I should have tried while Tyril slept on the carriage ride here. It made me incredibly angry at myself for just going along with it and not trying. I still wanted my freedom - but the motivation seemed harder and harder to find. It was so easy to think of what I would do when I got out of here, and tell myself that I would escape one day. But since those first months in the training centre I can't say that I ever actually tried to make a plan to escape. I shuddered; the thought of telling myself I would get free without ever actually doing anything about it until I was no longer physically able to was scary. I wasn't under any delusions - I knew I wasn't going to grow old here, no matter what happened. I would either escape, or be killed. As time went on, the Master would get careless, or I'd get sick, and I'd become worthless. I had no way of knowing what would happen to useless pets - but I knew it wouldn't be freedom. The possibilities lay between a fairly quick and less painful death or a longer and more painful one. Having gotten to know the wealthier classes, I would imagine the latter.

Taking a chance, since my body was in such bad shape, I lifted the bowl to drink. It felt strange; and I actually managed to spill some on myself. My hands were shaky, and it was strange to hold something again. With a sigh, I put the empty bowl back down, and looked at the meat I had been left the previous night. It had been sitting out for a while, but it was no worse than some of the `meals' I had gotten at Maeslin's, so I did my best to eat it, picking off small pieces with my fingers; keeping an eye on the door at all times. I had the feeling that if it was just the Master's sons they wouldn't care about not acting quite as I should, but if it was Tyril I would probably get punished again. I got punished enough for things out of my control; I didn't want to cause myself more pain for something I could avoid.

A few hours passed; a servant came in to clean the room, completely ignoring me as if I was just another piece of furniture. I think she would have dusted me if it wasn't for the bars. At least she was an older woman, and not prone to overreacting like the two from before. I could see the sun from the open door leading to the hallway, and as I sat there, the light dimmed until it was once again dark. Servants lit candles around in the hall, but none bothered in the room I was in, not that I particularly cared. There wasn't anything to look at anyway. The water bowl was filled, but I wasn't given any meat, not that I was surprised. Even in the few days I'd been here, I'd been fed better than I had ever been at Maeslin's or the training centre, so two days in a row with food was enough to keep me going a while longer.

After dinner another servant, probably the butler from the looks of him, came to get me. He clipped the leash onto my collar, and dragged me from the cage. I could feel the bones sliding in my hips as I was forced to endure the pain to keep up with his long stride. We went back to the master bedroom, and the man clipped the leash to a hook I had missed the other night on the wall. He left without another word, his face giving no indication of what he thought of the entire situation. I was left to wait again, this time forced to put weight on my broken bones.

Finally I heard movement in the hall, and voices. From what I could hear, it was Master Tyril and his cow of a wife. I heard them say their goodnights, and another door close. That answered that question at least - it appeared the Lord and his lady wife didn't sleep in the same bed at all. If they weren't such awful people, I would feel sorry for them - an arranged marriage (or one made for money or political gain) with only the barest hint of civility couldn't be pleasant.

This night was almost an exact repeat of the first, with Tyril forcing me to service him orally first (which giving the lack of any other preparation, I wasn't completely opposed to) and then making me lie on my back as he fucked me. I had a much harder time keeping the hate off my face however, as in addition to stroking my erection, he was also biting and twisting my nipples, grabbing the rings that Maeslin had put in. It took a lot longer for my body to respond because of that, but Tyril seemed unwilling to come until I did; and often paused in his harsh movements just to jerk me off. Eventually my body gave in, and I felt the erratic thrusting that signalled his own release.

I lay there panting, trying to resist the nausea that threatened at the overly-intimate position, as Tyril left the bed to clean up. I forced myself up, ignoring the pain that radiating from nearly every part of my body, and sank back to the floor, assuming the servant would be back to take me down to the cage.

Tyril glanced up at this and frowned. “Where do you think you're going? Back on the bed. Did I give you permission to leave it?”

I nearly cried at the thought of being taken again, but since there was, as usual, no choice in the matter, I carefully climbed back onto the bed. I lay there, as the Master finished with what I assumed was his nightly routine, before the bed dipped under his excessive weight. I tensed, waiting of the next assault.

“You will be staying with me at night from now on. It has come to my attention that my sons can't be trusted around you. I can't have them breaking my pet, now can I.”

I shuddered; I couldn't help it, even if I knew the man had to have felt my reaction. I was supposed to stay in that bed all night with him? I lay awake for hours, aware of the slightest twitch behind me. I had almost fallen asleep, lured by the admittedly comfortable mattress, when Tyril rolled over, and I felt a heavy arm land on my waist. I flinched and tensed up, but the man was still asleep, and at some point exhaustion took over and I fell into a restless sleep.

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Sometimes, when we were young, all four of us - me, my sister, and our parents - would all curl up in my parent's huge bed. They had bought in on purpose, because dragon's liked to sleep all jumbled up together, and their descendents still had those some urges. So for family bonding, we would do the same on special occasions, my mother and father on either side of the two of us, wings draped over us protectively.

I dreamed I was back there, my family's scent around me, and my father holding me securely in his arms. But as I dreamed, his grip tightened until it was no longer secure, but restrictive. I was trying to get away, but I couldn't. I struggled, but he was stronger than me; I opened my mouth to plead with him to let me go, but no sound came out. I lashed out - but I had nothing to attack with. My claws and horns were gone, my wings torn off, my tail was a stump. Searing hot pain flashed through my spine. I couldn't understand why my father was doing this. I screamed

Into the thick pillow of Tyril's bed.

The Master wasn't pleased, gripping my hair and forcing my head down further. He hadn't paused in his movements; I could feel my lower half burning, and I knew he had taken me without even spit to ease the way. Thankfully, since I had been asleep my body was fairly relaxed. My heart was pounding as my mind slowly came back to reality. I shuddered; the dream had seemed so real, I had felt so safe for a few minutes, then it had turned into the worst sort of nightmare. I had had nightmares before, with the life I had endured it was practically a given, but that had been the worst so far, to take something so special and warp it.

As I calmed down, it wasn't hard to figure out what had happened. I had forgotten that the Master had forced me to spend the night in his bed. Tyril must have woken up and immediately sought relief for his morning erection. Damn him for ruining even my dreams. It was the first time I hadn't slept on a hard surface - or strung up in some torturous position - since I had been abducted. But if this was what the mornings would bring - I'd much rather be strung up somewhere. My heart was still racing from the panic I had felt.

With a final grunt, the Master released, and immediately pulled out. I continued to lie there, not wanting to get up, knowing there were tears on my face. Thankfully, Tyril didn't even glance at me, just got up and started to get dressed. Another servant came in and assisted him, and then left again. Finally, I felt something hard hit my back, and the Master's aggravated voice.

“Get up, you lazy beast. And if tomorrow's performance isn't better than that, you'll regret it.”

After the door closed I moaned into the pillow, shuddering. How did he expect me to `perform' when I was asleep? With a sigh, I dragged myself up and nearly fell face first into the floor. The servant came to get me a few minutes later, and most have finally noticed that I wasn't walking correctly. He still didn't slow his pace, but after putting me back in the cage, another servant showed up to push my hip back into place. I bit into the leash I was still attached to; knowing any noise I made would only lead to another punishment. I didn't doubt I'd already be receiving some sort of retribution for screaming this morning.

The water bowl had been filled again, which surprised me, but I was glad that I wasn't dehydrated here like I had been. It unfortunately made me have to piss a lot more often, however, but I had discovered the first day that there was a spot on the cage meant for that, which apparently let the servants clean up my waste without having to open the cage, sort of like a misshapen chamber pot. Having the cage on made it difficult, but apparently what was inserted inside me allowed for me to both piss and come, and once it got desperate even if I was hard I was able to go.

A few hours later I heard both the Master and his cow of a wife leave, and I relaxed, mistakenly assuming I was safe for the time being. Unfortunately, the same servant that took me to and from the bedroom came and pulled me back out. With that same blank expression and without saying a word, he hooked me to the cage once again, spread a sheet underneath me, and proceeded to whip me again. It was worse than the previous day, both because the servant was using a different type of whip meant to inflict pain rather than guide horses, and because it was opening the cuts I already had. It went on for a surprisingly short time, but my back was still on fire. The servant unclipped me, and tossed me back in the cage. It was scary how neutral the man appeared, and I couldn't help wondering what he thought of all this.

The rest of the day dragged on like the previous one had, but I was more than used to sitting alone, in a small area, with nothing to do. Besides, even if I was still in pain, I much preferred this than being used.

Dinner came far too quickly, and I was giving a small amount of meat again. I suppose they had realized how little I was able to eat, which was fine by me as it was always hard to keep it down anyway. The first few months at Maeslin's I had tried to starve myself to death, but unfortunately Thena had noticed, and there was the end of that.

I followed the servant up to the bedroom after dinner, hoping, though I knew it was pointless, that Tyril had changed his mind about me staying in his bed. Unsurprisingly, he hadn't. I also wasn't sure whether to be grateful or not that he was very boring with the sex he enjoyed. Once again I had to go down on him, then fucking me on my back, only coming after I had. If it had simply been a different position, I would have been much happier about it - but having to face him, making sure I didn't meet his eyes, making sure none of my disgust was noticeable, was not easy. The servant came back, and I almost thought I could escape, but he simply cleaned me up, again without even a twitch of a facial expression, and left again. I was glad for that, even though I knew it was for the Master's benefit and not mine I still liked to be clean - or as clean as I ever was. I think at this point I would have gladly killed for a proper bath.

My dreams that night were strange, though I was happy that I didn't remember them this time. I was also able to cut my scream off as he woke me up the same way as he had the previous morning. Knowing he wanted me to `perform' for him, I pushed back, grimacing, but grateful that at least in the mornings I could hide my face in the pillows and not have to worry about being punished for that at least.

I assumed everything was satisfactory for the Master, as I wasn't whipped that day. The scabs itched, but I tried my best to ignore it. I could at least minimize the scarring - I wasn't stupid, I knew my future mostly depended on what I looked like, and lots of scars wouldn't make anyone tolerable want me. If I looked like a punching bag, I'd be bought by someone who would use me as one.

The third night in Tyril's bed was bad. I had a nightmare - gods only know about what, but it was enough to wake me up screaming. Tyril was not amused, grabbed a cane from his wardrobe and beat me until I fell back unconscious. When I finally woke up the next morning, I could barely move, and it was obvious that he had taken me even when I was unconscious. The thud from me falling to the floor must have gotten the servants attention, and he once again took - or dragged, more accurately - me back to the cage. I forced down some water, and fell back asleep.

I woke up that night with a yelp as something struck my leg. The servant was standing there, still unaffected, and I was dragged back. Breathing was difficult, and I knew I had at least bruised more ribs. Tyril took me like the previous night hadn't even happened, and I was still confined to his bed. However, I had already decided - there was simply too much risk in sleeping. I was barely bothered during the day; I'd sleep then, in the cage, and stay awake while I was next to the Master. Since I had already slept so long, it was easy to do, and I dozed for a while, but not deep enough to cause any harm.

Life fell into a regular pattern, and I was grateful for the routine. I had always liked my routines as a kid, and having one always made me feel better. It was strange to be basically nocturnal, but I didn't have another case of screaming and upsetting Tyril, and that was good enough for me.

The cage on my cock stayed on most of the time - once a week or so it would come off, and then I would also get a relatively thorough cleaning, complete with enema. I usually ate once every two or three days, just usually a few mouthfuls, but water was always available. It was creepy how seriously these people took the whole `pet' thing. If it wasn't for the sex with the Master, and (occasionally) his sons, it would really be like I was an animal in the household. Tyril still tried to find reasons to punish me, and he was usually fairly successful (because it's not like he actually needed the reason) and I was sure my back was just one big scar at this point, but that was about as much as I really had to deal with. Everything else was either punches or kicks, and sometimes a broken bone. Compared to Maeslin's it was almost painless.

There was also far less chance of escaping than I had even had at Maeslin's. During the day I was in the cage, and I had no way of getting the key or getting out without it, plus if I did manage to get out of the house, getting out of the city in broad daylight would be simply impossible. At night, I was next to (and usually half under) Tyril. As disgusting as it was, he liked to cuddle up to me while he was asleep, and on one occasion when he actually wasn't touching me, I attempted to move, just to see if he would react, and he was awake in seconds.

I know I grew complacent, but there was really no help for it. Weeks passed into months, and then into years. I think it was coming up to my twenty-second birthday, based on the seasons, but I could never be sure. It didn't really matter anymore anyway.

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“So, I can do anything I want to it?”

The voice was new, and roused me out of my sleep. I had gotten used to being called `it', and I knew this stranger was talking about me. Had I been sold again? I knew that Tyril was selling some stuff; apparently they were having a hard time with money. Surprisingly - I had thought without the two little pigs they would have more money, not less. A few months after the older piglet had gotten married off they had found someone who actually wanted to marry the younger as well, so now they were both out of the house, and good riddance to them. They had only managed a few more attacks on me, when their father was away, and they weren't particularly any worse - but there were two of them, and like most brothers that age, they felt the need to outdo each other. Thankfully, neither wanted to test their father's patience by actually causing me harm he'd notice.

“Well, not anything. I do want it mostly in one piece.” Tyril's voice sounded excited, but I realized quickly enough that he had sold me - just temporarily instead of permanently.

The stranger's voice was thick with lust, as he replied. “Don't worry Tyril, I just want to have some fun. And I'll think about those deals you were talking about.”

I could hear the pleasure in Tyril's voice as he answered. “Good, good. I think you'll really like some of the ideas I've had. And of course anytime you're over, you're welcome to help yourself to some...entertainment.”

Shuddering, I realized what was happening - he was doing the same thing Maeslin had, `loaning' my ass to his friends. I had always hated that, it was like they had to fit as much abuse into the time they had as they could. Tyril left, and I heard the cage broken, and I was dragged out.

I was pulled out of the tolerable routine I had gotten lost in and thrown straight back into the hell I remembered from Maeslin's. The penetration from a cock far larger than Tyril's had me biting my tongue to keep from screaming, and he was using my wings for leverage, wrenching my shoulders painfully. I screwed my eyes shut and endured, trying to remind myself that I had been through worse - but it had been so long ago my body had gotten soft again. He came with a loud, obnoxious groan, and I slumped to the floor. Unfortunately, he wasn't done with me. He spent the next hour abusing me, pulled at my trapped cock, pinching my perpetually sore nipples, and smacking me anywhere he felt like it. He spit on me a few times, and had me blow him and then he took me again. When he was done, he shoved me back in the cage and pissed on me, before leaving the room with a laugh.

Shuddering, I lay on the floor of the cage, memories of the years at Maeslin's rushing back on me. I couldn't do it again, I really couldn't. The servant came in a while later, and dumped some water on me, sluicing off the worst of the foul things coating me.

That was the only visitor for a while, but Tyril got angrier and angrier. Eventually, more men started coming, some wanting a quick fuck, others wanting a long torture session. Thankfully, they couldn't get too much worse, as the room was lacking any toys to make the experience more painful. They still tried though, and that was bad enough for me.

It also never seemed to help with the financial situation. More and more things started disappearing, and the house was barely lit at night. The night time rapes got more violent, although at least I wasn't forced to suck him, or face him during the act, and I was afraid to even close my eyes once he was asleep.

The visits became more and more often, and I started to wonder if Tyril really had this many (possible) business associates, or if he was simply whoring me out at this point. Not that it mattered to me - rape was rape, regardless of what the Master was getting out of it, and truthfully, if it put him in a better mood that would be better in the long run for me anyway. It never seemed to though, and I the entire house continued to empty out.

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I woke up to the front door slamming. Tyril stormed into the room, face red and panting angrily. He dragged me out of the cage by a wing and started beating me. I closed my eyes and waited for the attack to be over, trying not to flinch and draw attention to any more sensitive areas. At first I thought he was mad because I had displeased one of his `friends', but as my body started to go numb, and I was able to hear his muttered rants, I realized the cow had finally left him. I was simply the closest thing to take his anger out on.

To my surprise, he didn't take me. After his anger had died down, he stood and caught his breath before leaving the room. A little while later, a servant came in, gave me water, and removed the cage from around my cock. To have it off after must have been several years (when I wasn't being raped or cleaned, at least) was strange, but welcome. I just wasn't sure what it meant, so the situation made me very uneasy. He and a few others took some of `decorations' out of the room and then left.

I could hear Tyril speaking in the hallway, but I couldn't make out words, but all of the servants - a lot fewer than I remembered there being - left en masse.

Just before it got dark, the Master showed up at the door, looking around the room, glancing only briefly at me before shaking his head and muttering “too risky” under his breath. The door closed and locked, and the house went completely silent.

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It was the last time I saw Master Tyril. A few days later a group of men came into the house, and while at first I was worried they were all for me, it soon became obvious that wasn't the case. They started packing things up, asking each other's opinions on price, or laughing at some hideous piece that the Master hadn't gotten around to selling yet. One came into the lounge, and his eyes widened when he saw me. I held my breath - it almost looked like pity in his eyes.

“What do we do with this thing?”

Another man came into the room and looked at me. “Put it down?”

“Boss don't take animals!” Both men looked up at the third voice, but the second shook his head.

“Ain't an animal - it's one of them foreign slaves.”

The owner of the voice stepped into the room, giving me a careful look over. “Kinda old, but obviously well trained, and doesn't show much sign of use. I suppose we might as well drag it along, it'll bring in a few coins.”

The second man was looking at me warily. “How well-trained? How are we gonna get it back?”

The last man - who was obviously in charge - rolled his eyes and stepped forward, clipping the leash onto my collar and opening the door. “Like you would any other slave. Here.”

He shoved the leash into second guy's hands, and the first man, who from closer up was obviously younger than I was, looked nervous. So much for pity. “What if it attacks us?”

“There's a sedative in the coach, use that if you have to. I doubt you'll need it though. They may not look it, but they're smart enough to be trained.” Clearly fed up with the delay, the last man stomped off, and I could hear him going upstairs, followed by a loud laugh. I assume he stepped into the master bedroom. Other than the room I was in - the place where Master would show off his possessions - the master bedroom was the only room still left `decorated'. The leash was pulled roughly, and I stumbled forward.

The day was overcast as I was led out of the manor for the first time in years, and there were a few carts in front. Some were completely closed in, obviously for the master's possessions, and it was to one of these I was led. The man pulled me harshly inside, and took me to the back, where there was already a small pile started. He clipped the leash to a small hook well above my head, and walked out, not even sparing me a backwards glance. I sat there, watching as they piled in more and more of the things that Tyril hadn't been able to sell, until I could no longer even see the door.

What had to be hours later, I heard a `thump' as the doors were closed, and a few minutes later the carriage jolted into motion. It was a bumpy ride, and I had a hard time keeping from sliding across the floor. Most of the other stuff in the carriage hadn't been secured down - the men had clearly assumed it would stay in place because of the sheer amount of it. Unfortunately for me, it didn't all stay in place. I was soon sporting numerous cuts and bruises from sliding or falling objects, and hoping the ride would be over soon.

After what seemed like hours, but was probably no more than one, the coach lurched to a stop, sending a lamp crashing into my skull. I was still dazed when the door opened, and men - more than had been at the house, and all servant class - starting removing the belongings. With the amount of people working, it took only a fraction of the time to unload the carriage as it had to pack it, and it was soon my turn. Apparently I wasn't quite as much of an oddity here - wherever `here' was - because one of the workers unclipped me without comment and led me inside. The rough ground dug into my knees and palms, used to the smooth, worn stone of Master Tyril's house, but I easily ignored it, just hoping that I wasn't cut up enough to get blood on anything important.

I was led to a dark room, clearly storage, and my leash was clipped to another hook. The door was closed and locked, and I was left in complete darkness that I hadn't seen since I had left my first Master. I curled up, trying to sleep, but the worry about what was going to happen to me was too much, and I lay awake for hours. Everything of Tyril's had been repossessed - and I knew, in a general way, what happened to things that had been repossessed. All that meant to me, however, was that anyone in this gods forsaken city could buy me if they had a few spare coins.

The thought was terrifying - the only reason I had come out of Maeslin's relatively whole was because I had more value that way. I knew, instinctively, that I no longer had even that little bit of protection. I had more scars now, I was older - there was little chance anyone would want me as a `pet'.