All the gold in the world
All the gold in the world
By: Beefy the Bull
What is the value of a minotaurs slave?
** Note** Due to the violence of this story, I'm including a warning : it's harsh. I warned you, don't pretend otherwise.**
Stone walls of the windowless, and doubtless underground interrogation room echoed with the solid and unwavering response from a black minotaur chained to a table.
"I will never betray my clan, and if you think I will say a word- you are sorely mistaken. Do what you will to me, but I will not tell you!" he pulled at the chains holding his arms to his sides and snorted in defiance.
"Of the ability of your body to resist our tortures- there is no doubt, but you will talk- we are very persuasive in clan Fire-Hoof." A reddish colored minotaur of stocky build said, as he stepped up and placed his hand on the black minotaur's chest, which tensed against the bindings. With a small nod to a brawny reddish guard by the door, he continued speaking as a human slave was brought in roughly by the guard.
"As I said, Artarius- persuasive. This is the part where I leave, as while my brethren have no qualms about what is about to happen, I prefer not to see those types of ... things." the red bull smiled as he felt the heart rate jump in Artarius, then walked slowly out of the room.
"You bastard! Ridtehul! You wouldn't dare! "
The red bull stopped in the doorway and turned back to face Artarius, and shook his head sadly. As he walked back towards the table.
"No, Artarius, I wouldn't. That's why I am leaving. He, however would love to." Ridtehul pointed dowerly to a large red bull that now entered the room. "That's why we employ him, he likes this kind of thing, a lot. That's why I gave you ample opportunities to impart on me what we wish to know. I'm sorry Artarius, I hope you make the right decisions." Ridtehul then left, the door closing solidly behind him, and the latch clicking solidly in place, an ominous sound that echoed the otherwise quiet room. Now it was Artarius, his slave, and a smiling red bull.
"So .. I suppose introductions are in order, you are Artarius, and you may call me... Razor. And this-" Razor placed a heavy hand on the human slave- "-I assume is your property?" both looked over to Artarius.
"Let him be, he knows nothing."
"No, right now he doesn't. When were done here, I promise you, he will know one thing: how important he is to you." Razor said and smiled as he squatted in front of the slave, though still he towered above him.
"How old are you slave?" razor asked quietly, as one would a child. The slave looked over to his master on the table, seeking some idea as to what he should do or say, but Artarius was looking at the stone ceiling in silence. The slave was on his own for this one- he turned back to the reddish bull and came up with the courage to respond.
"Twenty sir."
"Ahh a young one, what a wonderful thing youth is, you have the rest of your life to live out, and serve your master." after a thoughtful pause he continued- "So does your master treat you well?"
"Yes sir."
"And does he love you?"
"I...think so sir." the human wasn't quite sure of what was going on, or how much he should say and was feeling quite uncomfortable. He would much rather head back to the hotel with the master than be here.
"You think so? Only think? My my Artarius, it must not be very much if he isn't sure..." Razor gloated at finding the first hole in the armor.
"No matter what pet, know that I love you!" Artarius shouted, trying to impress that before Razor could unnerve the human.
"Humph!" Razor snorted, "A little late isn't it?"
"Leave him alone you sick fuck!" Artarius shouted, angry that he could do nothing to protect his slave from that bastard. Razor just smiled at him, and continued with the human.
"So slave, how do you serve master Artarius?" Razor continued in a quiet voice.
"I serve in the bath house...Sir." he answered quietly.
"Ahhh... so does he fuck you much?"
" ..Sir.. I ... Shouldn't speak of ...that...Sir." slave replied nervously.
"Little fuck! I asked you a question!" Razor back handed the slave, sending him to the floor. "Tell me!"
"Don't you touch him!" Artarius snapped at Razor, and yanked on his bindings helplessly.
"I don't know!" the slave replied in a stammer, as he sat up from the floor in shock rubbing his face.
"You don't know? Then let's ask you owner!" Razor shouted as he grabbed the slave by the neck and tossed him to the side of the table, and forced the slave's head on to his master belly. " Look familiar?"
"Sir please s- stop that hurts!" the slave bemoaned his rough treatment.
"Well I suppose I could find out myself... let's see how loose you are." Razor shouted sadistically with the human bent over the table, Razor tore both his own pants off -exposing his massive throbbing cock ,and the slaves tunic.
"Ridtehul was right when he said I enjoy this..." his words were punctuated by the humans scream of pain from Razors quick insertion, "Well he feels like he may have been fucked before!"
"Stop! Let him alone!" Artarious demanded. The best he could do is put his hands on the slave, holding his head gently.
"So... you want... to tell...Ridethul.... something?" Razor asked panting as he raped the human and slowed his pace.
"..No... Never." the word were firm but pained.
"Well then.." Razor rammed home his cock, eliciting a shout of pain from the slave. "...You should tell him your sorry." Razor referred to the slave, and continued pounding him.
"Fuck you!"
"I can make this worse for him...say you're sorry." Razor said through his exertions. After a moment Artarius gave in.
"Sorry pet. I love you." he said quietly.
"No he doesn't slave, if he did, he would ask me to stop. He can do that you know... And if he cared at all about you... he would stop this now, because it's only going to get worse. Do you understand that slave?" Razor panted.
"All your master has to do is ask me to stop, and I will." the slaves only response was tears. Razor dismounted the slave quickly, causing him to gasp in pain and drop to the floor where he curled in to a ball. Razor ignored him and whistling idly he strode over to a table in the far corner of the room and helped himself to the bountiful wicked instruments neatly laid out upon it. Taking the opportunity of distraction, Artarius called to his slave:
"My pet, are you ok?" he asked shakily, fearful for his slave's welfare.
"It hurts." was the best the human could offer.
"And this will hurt more." Razor added retuning wielding a knife. He grabbed one of the slaves wrists and lifted him in to the air by it. The slaves fist was tightly clenched and shaking, and Razor commanded him to open it as he slammed the arm down against the master's chest. When the palm reluctantly exposed it's self, Razor pressed the blade's edge in to it.
"Now grab hold." he commanded coldly.
"I can't!" the slave stammered, crying.
"You will" and Razor wrapped his massive hand around the slaves and forced it shut and then squeezed , blood dripped out of the closed hand and the slave cried out in pain, then again but louder as Razor pulled out the blade.
"Stay here." he said curtly as he walked over to the coal pit, and selected a glowering iron. Returning he admired and commented on the beauty of the glow. "It's like the purest alloy of pain and pleasure..." he said thoughtfully. Then returning to the matter at hand he grasped the slaves bloody hand, and held it on the master's chest. "This will take care of the bleeding." and he pressed the iron in to the bloody palm, the stench of seared flesh and slave's screams filled the air.
After withdrawing the iron he paused to admire it, oh he would use it many times tonight he thought happily as he placed it back in the coals. But the slave was being difficult and moving about, and while it could be fun to chase prey about the locked room with a glowing iron, it wouldn't be as effective or fun as if he was tied to his owner's chest, that way the pain could be shared. Yes that would be beautiful.
He roughly grabbed the fearful slave whom was tending to his own hand, and shaking from hysteria.
"Your going to learn to be really close to your master now. Pain tends to do that. Yes more searing pain." he commented as he took a coarse rope and tied the slave to his master's chest, facing down. Once he was satisfied that the best the slave could do was squirm, he went back to the coal pit, and examined his options. Gleefully selecting an iron, and recalling all the memories attached to it, he turned back to his two victims. Oh yes both of them would feel differently about each other after tonight.
The slave whimpered pitifully as Razor approached, readying to torment him again. As Razor held the iron a few inches from the slaves back, the slave could feel the heat, and begged for mercy.
"Please, No!"He cried fearfully.
"Already? I haven't even taught you what pain is. Then this will be more fun than I expected." he smirked and shook his head. Somehow he would make this last.
Artarius looked at the ceiling, torn between his choices. He felt his pet's heart rate soar, and every muscle tense, he could smell the fear: impending pain. But he could never betray his clan. His thoughts were broken by a screech of pain and the smell of burning skin. The small human body on top of him writhed as Razor rolled the round iron poker across the slaves back.
'careful' razor thought to himself as he rolled the iron across the slaves back 'I wouldn't want to injure the slave. only hurt, badly.' he smiled.
After a hour or so of unrelenting physical and psychological attack, Razor took his next well calculated step.
"Well Artarius, I think it is time to call it a day." Razor savored the next part. "But I don't think this dungeon is a good place to keep a slave, no -its much to cold in here at night. I think I shall bring him home with me tonight." and he watched carefully for signs of misery in his toys. It was pure bliss when Artarius flinched and cursed him.
"Don't worry, I will treat him well, I will even let him share my bed." he smiled as he pulled the slave to his burned and bruised feet, and grasping him by his shoulders, Razor grabbed the torch that lit the room and exited. " Gooood Night Artarius..." He said slowly, smiling with the pitiful slave in his grasp as he closed the door, sending the room in to the nether.
Artarius didn't sleep. Or did he? he couldn't tell in the darkened room. Time was passing slowly it seemed, until the door clicked and opened sending a dim stream of torch light, and then his slave entered, head down and moving slowly. Razor wasn't in sight, and his pet moved near his master and knelt on his raw knees. His face was bruised, and both eyes black and swollen.
"My pet are you ok?" Ararius managed through his parched throat.
"I'm sorry master, I didn't mean to disappoint you." the slave said in a low pleading voice.
"What?" artarious then realized Razor had been misleading the human, that bastard. "No my pet, I'm proud of you-"
" Please don't sell me to Razor, Master!" the slave burst out tearfully and looked up.
"No my pet, I would never..."
"He...He doesn't treat me very well. " the slave said, glancing over his shoulder fearful of Razor hearing him. "He got drunk, and disappointed that I wasn't able to...serve- him and his servants very well, and...
"Ahh, caching up I see." Razor said as he sauntered in to the room, closing the door behind him.
" You sick bastard!" Artarius 's anger was renewed.
" Good morning to you Artarius" Razor said walking over to the brazier, where he took a pair of tongs and fished out a small glowing coal. "Slave, come here."
The slave slowly approached Razor, not liking what was playing out. Razor held the coal towards the slave. "Take it in your hand." he said emotionlessly. The slave looked at the coal but didn't move.
"Now." Razor demanded curtly. The slave slowly held out his hand and hovered it under the coal, expecting the cruel bull to drop it in to his hand when he wasn't expecting it.
"Take it I said. Now." he demanded angrily. The slave worked up the courage and grasped the ember, and just as it touched his palm, Razor dropped the tongs and in a lightning fast move grabbed the slave's hand and clenched it over the coal.
"AHHHRaaaa-" the slaves cry echoed the room. "Master please! No!" he begged after a moment.
"Hurts doesn't it? And it will leave a nasty scar. But you know slaves like you are expendable, not worth but one or two coins, your master will probably replace you once I'm done with you."
"Stop." Artarius said.
" What was that?" asked Razor letting the slave drop the coal.
"Stop."
"Why? had enough? -Slave! pick up that coal!" Razor shouted the last.
"No pet, don't. Call Ridtehul. Now." he said staring blankly at the stone vault above him.
"Hummm. You know I was having fun too. He's been such a good play thing." Razor said patting the frightened human on the shoulder. "Oh well." Razor said disappointedly as he left the room.
After signing and dating the stack of pages Artarius stood. "That should be all you need from me, now let me be."
"Ah, but first this-" Ridtehul tapped the sheaf of papers- "Must be verified. I will put you up in a hotel for a week, under guard of course, then you are free to leave."
"Very well." Artarius said coldly and picked up his pet, the humans feet were bruised and bloody, and he couldn't walk.
After a short ride to the hotel he was staying at, Artarius took his slave in to the bath room and lay him in the large tub. He filled it part way with warm water and gently cleaned the blood, and grime from the animal.
"Master... how much am I worth?"
"All the gold in the world pet."
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Artarius retired from his position as warlord once he returned to his home lands. He managed to avoid a dishonorable discharge, and sold his houses in town, and retired to his favorite villa in the remote mountains, to enjoyed the solitude of the quiet and beautiful retreat.
It was forty three years later, he awoke from a nights rest, his favorite slave fast asleep in bed next to him. He watched the human who was now almost sixty years of age, a tired and thin framed man that was breathing slowly with sleep. He watched the morning light pour in from the open floor to ceiling doors, and dance across the form as the thin white curtains fluttered in the breeze.
" All the gold in the world, my pet."
Fin.