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Does it make you happy?

Are you feeling happy?

Are you fucking happy?

Now that I'm lost, left with nothing?

• Mudvayne - "Happy"

Chapter 2 - Sold

Chaos erupted in Aiden's mind as he was strapped onto the block, his legs spread behind him in a 'V'. The harsh bite of the leather thongs that tied his paws to the peg below him brought him some comfort, the pain a familiar feeling in an unknown land. Pain... It is only in the mind and what is in the mind can be controlled. The body is simply the carrier of the messages. But one cannot kill this messenger... Alas... His thoughts centered on a bit of water below him on the rotating platform that the block sat upon. Water? Or tears? He asked himself. The torches glimmered off of the small bit of liquid, seeming a diamond in the chilled night. Tears would be more appropriate for this setting.

He felt hands on him but ignored them as he fixedly stared at the teardrop below him. They ran along his backside and over his sex. He was vaguely aware of the owner of the hands speaking loudly to the crowd. The voice seemed to come from a great distance. There is only the tear... Nothing more... His thoughts told him. His body told him otherwise. The feeling that pain was imminent filled his wiry frame. His muscles tensed each time the speaker touched him and his claws unsheathed, biting into the air. Please... Let it end... Too many voices... He screamed inside. I can't take this much longer. Slowly, he became more aware of his surroundings, and more importantly, a figure standing before the speaker, exchanging a purse of gold. The speaker untied him and hooked a leash to the collar and strong leather mitts over his paws, which were then tied behind his back.

"There you are, M'lady Thura. A good one if I do say so myself. Mind the claws though, he's yet to be declawed." He said to Aiden's new mistress.

She took Aiden's leash into her paws and pulled him in the direction of the stairs. The collar ceased all motion of his neck and forced him to keep his head lowered, thus giving him no chance to look around, or even at his new owner. Just go along with what they tell you to do. Soon enough you will have the chance to escape... More waiting will not hurt you. He thought as they neared the carriage. The crowd had touched and fondled him as they had passed. He had ached to sink his claws into their throats, to bite the hands, but knew that it was impossible. Mistress Thura turned to him, removing the collar.

"Your name is Aiden Feehr, correct?" She asked. Her voice was hard and cold.

He nodded and kept his head lowered.

"Very well. You now are my slave and no slave of mine has a name. You are the lowest of the low and shall be treated as such. Do you understand?" Again, the cold tone crept into her words. Again, he nodded. "Good. Now, get into the carriage and be silent."

He stepped quickly into the carriage and watched as another slave helped her into it. She sat across from him, one leg crossed over the other. He could barely see the hem of her dress in this light, but could tell that it was of white color. Mistress Thura lifted his chin and directed him to look her in the eyes. He did so and was surprised to see that she was of surpassing beauty. Her cheekbones were high and her eyes almond shaped and a crystal blue in color. Her fur was silver with stripes of gray. He had never seen one of her species, but then, he had led a sheltered life.

"The trip to my manor is a long one. You should sleep." He felt a feather touch in his mind and suddenly felt more exhausted than he had.

He fought the urge to sleep and soon the feeling vanished. Mistress Thura frowned and repeated the process, her gaze boring into his mind. Aiden trembled and tried to resist the command but soon it grew to be too much and he relented, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall of the carriage.

***

He awoke in a blaze of light. He could hear sounds and voices from around him though could not make out any of them. The after effects of the spell were beginning to wear off and after a small time, he was fully awake. Aiden felt someone approach him and he opened his eyes, turning them toward the intruder. Another slave of perhaps younger years stood with a bag in one hand and a small plate with food in the other.

"Morning. You seem to be getting over Thura's sleep spell. Can't say that I liked it either. The bitch has used it on me more than once. I'm building an immunity to it. So, do you have a name? Mine Turner."

Turner looked like a cross between a rat and a feline.

He noticed Aiden's attention to his appearance and laughed slightly. "I'm a ferret. We're pretty common where I come from, but I suppose everyone is common somewhere. So, how about that name?"

Aiden showed him the tattoo on his paw.

"Ah, you don't speak, huh? Well, can't say that that is a bad thing. Speaking will get you in trouble around here. At least when the Bitch is around. So Aiden, has she told you about the whole 'no name' thing?" Aiden nodded. "It's a bunch of dung for the most part, just never let your own or another's name slip. That's about all. Now, let's get you clothed and fed."

With that, Turner sat down on the bed and began taking clothing out of the bag. He sat the plate next to Aiden and gestured for him to eat. Aiden looked at it for a moment and immediately began stuffing food in his mouth, barely pausing to chew. Though it was just some cheese, a small piece of raw meat, and a hunk of stale bread, it felt like a feast. Turner watched him with a small smile on his face for a moment before turning back to the clothing.

"I did the same thing when I came here five years ago. I don't think I could remember anything tasting so good after the stuff they gave us in the caravan. Careful though, you might get sick if you eat it too fast. Ah, this will work." He said, pulling a gray cloak from the pile. The cloth was smooth but obviously of poor weave.

Aiden finished his food and tilted his head at the clothing. He had never worn much anyway, with the exception of sandstorm gear. Noticing Aiden's confused look, Turner had him stand up and put it on him. Aiden suddenly realized that he wasn't wearing clothing. Not even a loincloth. Turner looked down and smiled at Aiden's growing erection.

"A large one. I might just have to investigate that." He said with a wink. Aiden smiled back, shrugging. Might as well... He thought as Turner laid him down on the bed. His tongue moved down Aiden's chest slowly, pausing as it neared his hard member. With a slight chuckle and a shrug, Turner slid it into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the head lightly. Aiden shivered and twitched slightly, his eyes closing quickly. Turner made small sounds in his throat as he moved faster. Aiden's claws raked the bed as he suddenly came, filling Turner's mouth. Turner swallowed and licked his lips, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"How's that for a welcome?" He asked, licking the remaining traces of Aiden's orgasm from himself and Aiden.

Aiden sighed deeply and chuckled silently before ruffling Turner's hair and standing up, slightly unsteady. Turner gathered up the bag and the empty plate and stood near the door.

"You'll be called upon soon. But before you are, here's some things you should know. Never speak back to anyone who's above you. That means everyone right now, but in time..." He let the end hang in the air before continuing. "Also, whatever happens, don't try to escape. That's it for now. Good luck!" He said as the door closed shut behind him.

Aiden sat back on the bed and thought about what had just happened for a small while when suddenly the door flew open and a large canine came in, a leash in his paws.

"The Mistress Thura wishes to see you." He said.

Aiden let himself be hooked on to the leash and they left the room.

***

Author's Note: Now... As the writer of this chronicle, I would love to say that Aiden lived happily ever after and he had as much sex as any creature possible and everything was abso-fucking-lutely perfect. But... It wouldn't be much of a story if I left out what really happened... And any writer knows, it's best to give it straight, than to fuck it up by never saying what comes AFTER everything has died down. Eventually, if you have enough of it, it becomes rather boring. This is exactly the case with Aiden and Mistress Thura, as you'll soon find out. Though be warned... It is hardly a story of pleasure...

Regards,

~Shar Uriel~