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Breaking the Kallu Chapter 4: Training Begins For Anya_Arctic By Draconicon

The night was long, and it was warm. Anya shifted from foot to foot when the weight of her body on her shoulders and wrists woke her up, groaning as she struggled to get as much sleep as she could. Much as she tried, being forced to sleep while standing was not easy, even with the 'support' of the chains keeping her from falling over.

Nevertheless, the arctic fox was a quick student, and she was able to get a couple of hours through the night. Not easy, and not consecutive, but better than nothing. At least she was able to get enough rest to not feel completely drained by the time that a thump announced the coming of her 'master.'

She still hated the word. It was like 'chief,' but with more power behind it, more power than any one person should have. The fact that it belonged to someone that wasn't even of her tribe was the most humiliating part about it.

I should have killed that stallion, she thought. If I fought, if I pushed when he was taking me out of the swamp...

Maybe she might have been able to get away. Maybe she might have been able to get back to her people to warn them about this invasion. Maybe, maybe, maybe. There were so many of those for her.

But she hadn't, and now she had to deal with...him.

The great beast opened the door, his black-scaled head poking around the corner and his white eyes settling on her. She felt them looking her up and down even if she couldn't see pupils to track the movement. It made her skin crawl...and it made something else tingle, as well. The reaction that any of her people had towards sex, unfortunately; they were all too keen on it, she was beginning to realize.

He stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. Gone were the fancy shirt and tight trousers of the day before. This morning, he wore a deep blue robe that ran from his neck to his ankles, pulled tight around his waist. He still wore the toe-rings, though, the metal bands making soft thunks every time that they hit the wooden floor.

"Good morning, slave."

"..."

"We will have to work on your greetings."

It still felt wrong to hear her language coming from his mouth. It was rough and crude, compared to the flowing elegance that she was used to hearing, and every so often, a word came out that didn't quite sound right. It was a constant reminder that she wasn't among her people, even if there were those that could understand her.

The dragon stepped forward, putting one hand under her chin and forcing her to look up at him. Anya glared through the blue hair that fell over her face, narrowing her eyes.

"Are you going to fuck me today, then?" she muttered.

"Perhaps. It depends on if you are good or bad."

"Hmmph."

"Now. Your first bit of training."

He squeezed her jaw, forcing her mouth open. Before she could growl or try and close it, he had his finger on her tongue, pinning it in place, pushing it out just enough to make it so that she could not bite down on him without damaging her tongue in the same motion.

And...and there was something to that touch. Her head went a bit hazy as he pinned her tongue, making it hard to think straight as she stared at him.

"When you see me, you will greet me according to the time of day. 'Good morning, master' will suffice in the mornings. 'Good afternoon' or 'good day' in the afternoons. 'Good evening' and 'goodnight' at the end of the day. But you will always remember the title, girl. Do you understand?"

"Mmmph..."

He let go, and she was finally able to pull her tongue back into her mouth. She shook her head repeatedly, feeling the haze disappear.

What...what was...

Had he hit some sort of pressure point? Had he coated his fingers in some sort of oil? No, there was no taste in her mouth, no sign of a drug or something like that.

What was that? Why had she gone so floaty?

"Now." The beast crossed his arms behind his back, looking down at her. "Good morning, slave."

"..."

"You will force this, won't you?"

"I am a warrior. I..."

She paused, then started to curse herself silently. She had a plan. Or at least, she'd had a plan, though she'd been too sleep-stupid to remember it when she'd woken up. Be good. Earn trust. Get her weapons back and make her escape.

And there was no way that she was going to do that if she kept making him angry. She had to be calm. She had to be cool, collected, and above all, patient.

Being Kallu and being patient did not entirely go hand in hand, but she could fake it for a while.

"...Good morning, master."

The word did not feel good in her mouth, but at least she had been able to say it. The dragon nodded at her, not quite in approval, but at least in acceptance.

"That's better. Again. Without hesitation."

"Good morning, master."

"And now, without the growl."

"Good morning, master."

"Once more."

"Good morning, master."

"Good. Now, are you hungry, slave?"

She was. She'd felt it halfway through the night, her stomach gurgling to her when she woke for the third time. For the sake of sleep, she'd managed to suppress the worst of it, but now that it was time for her to stay up, she could feel it grabbing at her again, her gut feeling emptier than she liked.

"I am, master."

"Can you eat fish?"

"What kind of -"

The dragon arched an eyebrow, and she all but bit her tongue off in frustration as she silenced herself. The urge to growl at him was strong, but she managed to pull it back, stuffing it down into the back of her throat.

Patience, she reminded herself. Patience.

"I can eat fish, master."

"Good. Then you will be able to eat this breakfast."

He clapped his hands, and suddenly the door opened again. The vixen jumped, her three tails trying and failing to wrap themselves around her as other people - other collared people - stepped through the door.

They were not Kallu, she realized, though they were foxes. Creatures that looked like they had come from other places, beaten-down with their eyes glazed over. They were not allowed clothing, it seemed, save for a loincloth that wrapped around their hips and barely covered their groins and backsides.

The red foxes carried trays of small slices of fish, each one little more than a mouthful, and it was set upon bits of grains that were packed together. She looked at them, then looked up at the dragon.

"What - what are these?"

"Fish. Prepared properly."

"They aren't cooked, or smoked."

"They are served properly."

One of the red foxes lifted up one of the grain pats, the little pink sliver of fish on top looking more taunting than anything else. She looked down at it, then up at the dragon again.

Was there a choice to eat? Probably. Was there a choice to get anything else if she declined this one? Probably not.

I will probably be sick...

Yet, her stomach told her that it was better to try and fail than to not try at all. If she was going to have the energy to escape, she required sustenance, and she wasn't going to get that from the air.

Anya opened her mouth, and the other slave put the food inside.

As soon as she felt it on her tongue, the strange texture made her want to spit it out. However, the master grabbed her face, forcing her muzzle to close, keeping her from doing anything of the sort. The flavor was forced to stick in her mouth, the raw fish taste...

Actually surprisingly flavorful.

She blinked as she slowly chewed it, the vixen finding it more appealing than she expected. The grains were not as bland as she thought, either, grinding down into a soft paste around the fish, a bit of a sour vinegar taste that accompanied the meaty oils of the fish.

What is this? she wondered. Why is it so...good?

She opened her mouth after swallowing the first bite, hoping for another, but the dragon kept the slaves at bay. He arched an eyebrow, and it took her a second to understand.

"Thank you, master. May I have another, master?"

"You may."

The slaves fed her, and with each bite, she gained a new appreciation for this sort of food, as well as a new understanding of the sort of gratitude that the dragon expected of her. She could feel him staring at her every time that she swallowed, knowing that he was measuring her, judging her, assessing what she could do every time that she followed the order to thank him.

He had to know that she was planning something. She doubted that all Kallu would submit so quickly as this; her people were warriors, after all, and while they did have their...weaknesses...it didn't mean that they were going go just roll over as soon as someone put them in chains.

Though, she had seen others of her people in the port town when she'd been brought in. Saw them behaving in ways that she would never have imagined the Kallu doing.

Pregnant women in the streets, sucking cock and slurping pussy.

Men with their cocks pierced, bending over to take it against a wall.

Women riding on the backs of warriors, running leather whips along their hips.

Not one Kallu had been in a position of authority. Every single one of them had been under another, their necks wrapped in the same collars that she wore now. A collar that meant that they were no longer members of their own free people. Collars that marked them as slaves.

The 'metal' that it was made of weighed heavily on her neck and shoulders as she was kept chained as she ate, every bite held out until she begged for it with that shameful word. Every time she said it, she tried not to let it sink deeper into her mind. She kept looking at the dragon, trying to keep the right word there instead of 'master.'

"Thank you, master." Thank you, captor.

"May I have another, master?" May I have more, captor?

Every time, she could feel the word ringing in her head that much more loudly, though, and it ached to say it, even as some part of her wondered why it stung.

Eventually, the fish was entirely consumed, leaving her with nothing left to eat. The other foxes left, leaving her and the dragon alone once more. He wandered around her, pacing about her bound self, his hands clasped around his back as he looked her up and down.

"You are in fine shape, at least," he said. "Not one of the Kallu we have captured has been in anything less than good shape, but you have done more. Regular exercise, hunting. I imagine a streamlined diet."

"..."

"Do you still hate me?" he asked.

"...Yes, master."

"Why?"

"Because I don't belong here. I belong out there."

Smack!

His palm cracked against her ass as soon as she stopped speaking. The hit was hard enough to leave her staggered, panting from the burning heat that remained behind, leaving a tingle running through her right rump cheek.

"You forgot my title."

"Mmmph...sorry, master."

She panted softly as he continued pacing around her. The hit had been quite...firm, that was for sure. She needed to remember not to forget that word. He was fair about that. As long as she didn't make a mistake, she wouldn't feel the sting. As long as she did as she was told, she would be treated right.

He was talking. She made herself listen.

"You've started your training on proper speech today. You will also learn how to ask for permission for things. Do you understand me?"

"No, master."

It was a test, in a way. She needed to know what would happen if she was honest. If she didn't understand, but actually addressed him properly, would he explain?

The dragon actually stopped, turning to look down at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You don't understand?"

"No, master."

"Do you need me to explain the concept?"

"Yes, master."

The word. That damn word. It was worse than 'chief', so much worse, but it had an insidious quality to it. Every time she said it, it got a little bit easier, and she didn't like it. She didn't like the fact that she was hating it less, and she tried to make herself hate it more.

The dragon, however, didn't seem to be bothered by her discomfort. If anything, he seemed more than willing to pause and go into greater detail.

"A slave is not allowed any liberties that their master does not decide to give them. That includes the right to food, the right to movement, even the right to the toilet. Anything that they are not explicitly given, they must ask for permission for.

"Today, you are going to be trained in how to do that. You are going to be trained to ask for anything that you need, anything that you want to do. If you do not receive permission, you will not be allowed to do it. Do you understand that?"

"...I do, master."

"Then we will begin."

Begin? Begin what? What was she supposed to do? They weren't even doing anything in here, let alone -

Wait. She had to ask for anything that she needed, or wanted, or wanted to do. There was nothing to do in here, and she had no way of getting out of the chains that held her to go somewhere else. That meant...yes, yes, she was starting to get it. She hoped.

"Can you let me out of the chains, master?"

"Close, slave. Try again."

What did she do? Obviously, she'd said it wrong, but how? It had the right term at the end of the question, she asked him rather than demanding it. What had gone wrong?

Puzzled, the vixen looked down at her feet. She had to get this right; if she didn't, she'd never be able to get her possessions back, never be able to return to her people. And she had to, if the Kallu were going to hold the Willows.

What do I do? How do I -

"Tell me, slave. Can you break free of the chains?"

"What? N-no, master."

"Can you walk out of here?"

"No, master."

"Might you walk out of here if you had help?"

"...Maybe, master? I don't - Oh."

Anya blushed. She figured it out.

"May I be released from the chains, master?"

"You may."

The dragon stepped to her side, pulling a key from beneath his robe and turning them in the shackles at her legs, then at the chains at her tails and around her wrists. Finally, she was free, able to take a step forward without being immediately pulled back by her chains.

It...felt strange. Very strange, and not quite as relieving as she would have hoped that it would feel.

As she rubbed her wrists, trying to restore a bit of the circulation to them, the dragon rested his hand on the base of her tails. His fingers didn't quite reach down to her rump, but they were not far from it, either. She could feel him rubbing, squeezing, almost pulling at her, and she knew that it would be an easy thing for him to throw her to the ground, or against a wall, and put her to the same use that the stallion had.

The idea of being a sex toy for the brute was...not as unappealing as it should have been. She blamed the residual herbs in her body, despite what the dragon had said about them being washed out by now. There had to be something inside of her that was making her thinking hazy, making her look at things the wrong way.

Shaking her head, she took a step forward -

"Ah."

Only for the dragon to stop her with a quick tug on her tails, pulling them like a leash. She yelped at the sudden discomfort, biting her lips as she looked back at him.

"What did I do?!"

"..."

"I mean - Nnngh!"

His tail lashed across her rump, another slap, another mark, red stinging pain rising up along her flesh under her fur. There were points where it was worse than in other places, and she realized that he'd swung his tail in such a way that the points along one side had hit her, raising small welts in the process.

Biting her lip again to keep from making any further sounds, clenching her hands into fists to keep from rubbing her rump, she looked up at him again. When she could speak clearly, she tried to ask the question again.

"What did I do, master?"

"You started to leave without asking permission."

"I have to ask permission to move? Master?"

It was tacked on at the very end, something she did as she realized that she'd almost left it unsaid, but it seemed to be enough. There wasn't another smack, at least.

"You have to ask for permission for everything, slave. That means everything."

"..."

This was going to be harder than she thought. She had expected the whole effort of being patient and 'seducing' the dragon through her good work would take some time, but she didn't know that he'd demand this much of her. But if she was going to make good on her plan, then she needed to make sure that she followed every order to the letter.

"May I be allowed to leave the room, master?"

"You are allowed to step into the hallway and roam it, slave."

That was...highly specific. She looked at him, thinking it through. It meant that she was allowed to move, but only to specific areas. He would be watching her, she realized, and waiting for another question, another request.

That meant that he would be watching her and keeping her from going into any room that she didn't ask for explicit permission to see.

He's keeping me on a very tight leash. Learning how I learn, watching how fast I pick things up, making sure that he can control how I act...maybe trying to control how I think...

It was a very strange feeling to have someone that intensely focused on her, particularly considering that he wasn't one of the Kallu. It felt...weird.

Nevertheless, she stepped out of the room, and he followed. They stood in a long hallway, one that connected many different rooms of the house, and she could see through several of the doorways from where she stood. One of them led to the room of 'books' that the master had shown her before, while others -

Anya froze in mid-step, her eyes going wide.

Master.

She'd used the word in her thoughts rather than in her voice. It had already sunk that deep into her head.

No, no, no. He's not a master. He's not my master. He's a dragon that bought me. He doesn't own me, he doesn't have any right to me. No, no, no.

She stomped on the thought, but she knew that it was going to take much more than that to keep it from happening again. She needed to pay attention to what was happening around her, or she was going to lose herself quicker than she thought.

"May I..."

What did she want?

Knowledge. And knowledge meant...books, from what the...the dragon had said.

"May I be taught, master?"

"What do you wish to be taught, slave?"

"About...this, master."

She reached up to her neck, touching the metal collar around it.

"I want to be taught about this."

"...You forgot the word at the end of that, but I will allow it. You have permission to come with me to the library."

Anya followed, heaving a sigh of relief as she did. She hoped that this would give her a little more understanding of what was expected of her.

It was a long lecture, and one that she wasn't sure that she understood completely, but at least it gave her more information than she'd had before.

The dragon's people, apparently from a number of different places across a great thing called 'the earth,' were all collected here as slave-owners, slave-trainers, and slave-hunters. The horse that she had encountered before, the one that had darted her and brought her back here, was a slave-hunter, and he had profited off of her sale, given many goods, from what the dragon had explained to her.

The many ships that dotted the port, the great beasts that carried people across the water, were things that brought the slave-buyers in, coming from far-off to see what had been found by the slave-hunters and brought before the block.

And then, there were the slave-trainers, of which the dragon was one.

The slave-trainers did the work to get the Kallu - as well as any other slaves that happened to be caught - ready for the use by the slave-buyers. While the slave-buyers were always in and out of the area, the slave-trainers were always present, living on the land, putting their talents to use breaking the wills of those that they caught.

Her master - captor, captor, she reminded herself - kept few slaves of his own, from what he told her. He made his living by training them, breaking them down and building them back up for the people that visited this place. They were always coming, and the market for the Kallu was booming.

Apparently, her people made excellent slaves. Not necessarily for bodyguarding, or for labor, but for...companionship. He'd made it very clear what sort of 'companionship' he meant, too, and she'd been unable to quite hide her own arousal as he described some of the carnal, depraved things that these newcomers did.

And she'd thought that her tribe put most of the others to shame when it came to sexual pleasures.

Slavery was legal throughout most of the world, though only if one could subjugate the people that one wanted to make into slaves. That was why there were as many soldiers and slave-hunters as there were in port, and why so many trackers had been wandering through the Willows. Once they were able to subjugate the tribes, they'd have a new slave people, a new slave race, rather than just what few they were able to capture here and there.

The idea sent a shiver down her spine. Her people could lose everything if someone managed to get lucky and find one of the tribes. And with so many people here, it was only a matter of time.

"Why, master?" she muttered at the end of it.

"Why what, slave?"

"Why do we have to be slaves, master?"

He shrugged.

"The decision was made before I got involved, but I imagine it's because of your primitive status. Your people had no weapons, they were isolated, and in the eyes of the rest of the world, they were weak. It is hardly surprising that countries with greater resources decided you would be ideal for this."

"That's not fair, master."

"I suppose it's not."

The vixen whipped her head up, blinking, her tails fanning over the back of the couch.

"You...agree, master?"

"I find exploitation to be...reasonably repulsive," the dragon admitted, shrugging. "However, slavery, in and of itself, can be a system that one can work within fairly."

"That's impossible, master. Nobody can be treated fairly as a slave, master."

"You'd be surprised."

Doubting that, she sighed, shaking her head. And for a moment, she'd actually had some hopes that her master might be willing to release her.

Master. There it was again. The thought of him being in charge, the thought of him having power, the thought of him deciding what she could or couldn't do. It was sticking into her head, embedding itself like a fungus on a tree, and she had no idea how to stop it.

"It's approaching mid-morning," the dragon said. "Do you need to step outside to relieve yourself?"

An unexpected question if ever there was one. Her cheeks burned at the reminder of what she'd done only the day before, how she'd been forced to squat down in the middle of the streets and let her urine run. The fact that she'd been seen, the fact that she had been watched as she did it, only made it worse.

There were few ways for the Kallu to do that away from their tribes, it was true, but there were dedicated tents for relieving oneself, pits where it would be stored and covered over when they grew too full. The idea of doing it, of asking permission to do it, in front of someone else still made her blush.

"I...I think I can hold it for a while longer, master."

"Is that so?"

The dragon reached out, pressing a hand to her belly. Not hard, but enough for Anya to feel it on her insides, enough to make the light pressure inside suddenly far worse. The vixen gasped, clenching her legs together.

"Mmmph..."

"I think you need it more than you think."

"I...I don't, master. Truly, master."

"You are the one that will have to ask permission, slave. But if you release in the house without permission, I will make you lick every drop from the floor."

Did this dragon have no mercy? The thought of humiliating herself to that extent was beyond what the vixen was willing to tolerate. She huffed under her breath, curling up a bit tighter as he removed his hand from her stomach.

As he turned to leave, her belly gave her a reminder of how full her insides were. If she didn't ask, then she would regret it later. Particularly if he left the room and she didn't have permission to go and find him.

"Master?"

The dragon paused, looking over his shoulder.

"May I be allowed to relieve myself, master?"

"You may. I'll get the leash."

He took her outside, this time pulling her further from his home and making her squat right in the middle of the streets, where the horses ran, where everyone could see her from their houses. The dragon's hand on her head pushed her down into a squat, and he held her tails up high, forcing her to expose her rump, her other hole, as well as her sex.

She got up on tiptoes, her cheeks on fire as she situated herself. The dust on the path clung to her toes, and she could feel her master staring down at her.

Why does he like watching this? she wondered, her cheeks feeling like the sun was rising behind them. Why does he...

"Let it go."

He rubbed her head, and by instinct, she leaned against the stroking hand, gasping as she felt the first streaks of hot piss running along her thighs. The streams came together, finally leaving her legs in a squirt that hissed as it left her and bubbled into the dust beneath her, making a muddy puddle in the dirt.

She could feel the eyes on her, see the people in the buildings around her staring, judging. She was an animal to them, a lesser thing, something that would not be treated like a person again unless they earned it.

And as she relieved herself, as she left a puddle of her piss on the ground, she felt her master pull her against him, leaning her back and side against his leg...

And she felt his erection against the side of her head.

Oh...he...he really...

Anya had known that there'd been something about the dragon that enjoyed this, some sort of power trip, perhaps, like some of the warriors that liked to lord their kills and their abilities over others, but this...

This was something else. This was something that was a turn-on for something that should have been dirty and wrong, and...and yet...He was throbbing. He was throbbing through her clothes, against her face, as she kept releasing. As the piss-mud touched her feet, she felt him get even harder.

He likes it...dirty...

"Come. We'll wash you off."

Yet, as she walked with him, feeling the squelch of hot mud between her toes, she wondered if he really wanted her clean...

And if she could use this to her advantage.

The End