Bad Karma
#3 of Karma
(3) Bad Karma
By: Beefy the Bull
***WARNING***
This is rough stuff. Rape, N/C, Abuse, ect...
The black bull made a series of small dismissive gestures to the Auctioneer.
"Nine hundred! One-thousand! Two- thousand! Three-thousand! Four-thousand! Five-thousand!" the auctioneer counted out.
"Five-thousand for this fine slave. How about Six-thousand? Six-thousand for this boy?" he asked the crowd.
No! The white bull wasn't looking so sure right now, as he evaluated the coins in front of him. I didn't want to belong to the black bull! - but the white one remained motionless.
"Final Bids! Six-thousand Gilt Kar!" The auctioneer called out over the small crowd.
The Black bull's grin never faded.
"... Final offer!" The auctioneer looked around for any possible bids.
The white bull looked sad. From the look in his eyes, I thought he may cry, he was almost despondent. The black bull took a sip of tea calmly placing it back in his saucer as he leaned back comfortably, looking smug and quite pleased with himself.
I stood before the crowd naked and chained, shaking in fear as my body and soul were auctioned away,
"...Sold! Five-Thousand Gilt Kar!" the auctioneer shouted with energy and a smile as he pointed to the wicked looking black bull, my new owner.
The white bull stood slowly, his horned head hung low, slowly picking up his cloak from the chair. He looked at me sadly one last time with a slow shake of his head as he turned his back and left.
Reaching out a single shackled hand after him, did nothing to stop him from disappearing from the auction hall, and breaking my heart as I cried out to him, silenced by the gag.
The Black bull calmly took a last sip of tea, and stood. He grabbed his cloak from the back of the chair and draped it over his shoulders, and then approached the stage, a spring in his step and grinning smugly at me as he passed. The auctioneer and he shook hands and he was given my papers. The auctioneer then took the chain and unfastened it from the post and handed it to my new owner.
He took the chain and immediately tugged it hard, pulling me painfully to my knees.
"Get up!" he shouted, tugging the chain again.
I stood shakily and followed him as he led me through the winding streets of the open-air city markets to his home. I was afraid and ashamed I walked quickly in front of him naked and on a chain like a dog on a leash. I knew if I turned around, he would be grinning wickedly- I just knew he enjoyed my shame. He decided to stop at several stalls, browsing the goods. When I noticed the things in the stalls, I was horrified, it was like sex shop, whips, chains, straps and cuffs. Sex toys that made me blush...
Several tables covered in various sizes shapes and colors of dildos, gags, and things I didn't even know what they were...I stole a glance at my owner, and he was looking right at me, that wicked grin had more meaning now.
I watched as he paid for several things and had them wrapped in cloth tied with twine. I couldn't tell what it was, but when he turned back around with the neat little package, he leaned close to me as I shrinked back.
"It's something special just for you." He whispered in my ear.
He grabbed the chain attached to my neck and pulled me along again, dragging me through the narrow market streets until we reached a walled villa. The tall walls and iron bar gates made it seem like a prison to me despite its general beauty.
Entering through the gate there was a guard-bull who opened it for us and locked it back up after we passed. The guard looked like he could be the black one's brother or kin, and just as evil. The large house was opulent but cold, it had an unnerving eerie feeling about it. We entered through a large double wooden door to a hall of sorts, and at one end a dais and throne, a long heavy wooden table in the middle. the table was set for dinner, but there was no one around and only food for one at the head of the table. Pulling me over to the table, he pushed me to the ground next to it and seated himself, and started to eat. From my bruised knees I could only watch him eat as my stomach growled. He looked over at me distastefully and with one hand unlatched the gag from my mouth.
"Slave- are you hungry?" he said as if he were disgusted by my mere presence.
"Yes sir." I said quietly without making eye contact.
In a flash, he was on his hooves and I was reeling back to the ground from his backhand.
"Never speak to me like that!" he shouted so angrily I swear his eyes were red. He stood over me with his hand drawn back for another strike.
"You will only speak when spoken to, and you will start and end every sentence with 'master'. Do I make myself clear you piece of shit?" he said menacingly as he took a step over me.
"Master, yes master!" I said fearfully laying on my back under him on my back unable to move or do anything.
After a moment he took a step back and sat, and continued to eat. he looked over at me as he chewed loudly.
"Get up, you worthless piece of garbage." he said as he tore in to a meaty leg of something good smelling.
With my wrists still cuffed to the bar over my shoulder it was almost impossible to get back up. I managed to turn to my side some and get on my knees.
"Your pitiful." he said shaking his horned head slowly as he took a bite out of a roll of bread.
"Beg." it was a simple word, but a devastating one. I knew what he wanted, and I knew he wouldn't feed me if I didn't give him that. Suppressing my pride, I did what he wanted.
"Master please, master." I said, "Master I'm hungry, please master."
"This tastes like shit." He said with his mouth full and turned to me he spat a wad of chewed bread on the floor and threw the remainder of the roll at me, hitting me in the face.
"Eat." he said as he sipped a goblet of wine.
I leaned forward turning and trying to grab the roll with my hand. I managed to grasp it with my fingers, when a hoof stomped down on the rest of it crushing it flat.
I looked up and he had swiveled in his chair and was looking angry.
"I said you could eat it not pick it up. Use your fucking mouth, slave." he said as he pointed to the chewed bread on the floor.
With tears in my eyes, I lowered my face to the floor and used my mouth, and ate the chewed bread. I cried, but I was hungry. He lifted his hoof from the rest of the now crushed roll.
"Have some wine." he said knocking his cup to the floor uncaringly.
The silver goblet hit the floor spilling the wine all over the stones. My parched throat demanded that I try to lick it up, and the next few minutes I did shame myself like that.
Once I was done, I sat up unable to look at him, I sat there kneeling nude in the restraint, looking at the floor ashamed.
"What do you say?" he asked smugly.
"Master, thank you master." I said loosing just a little more of my self-respect.
"That's right, you don't need self respect. Your property now- not a person." he said.
Wait-did he know what I was thinking?
"That's right bitch, I know what you're thinking now, I even know everything you've ever known, I know every intimate detail about your life." he said as he grabbed the bar behind my neck and pulled me to my feet.
But how? I thought, this was surly some trick.
"It's no trick you cunt, I'm a God- Your God." he said pulling me close to him. "-Address me as such.
"Now!" he demanded angrily shaking me.
Shocked as it dawned on me he was not lying, he was a god, a evil god whose intent was to torment me for my many evil deeds.
"Master, you are my god master." I managed to say to him.
"That's fucking right slave." he said as he used one arm to knock everything from his end of the table, and then turned me and slammed me to the table. Pressing the bar down, he held me bent over the table.
I turned my head and looked in a massive ornate mirror that covered the wall, and watched what he was doing behind me, standing holding me down with one arm and unbuttoning his pants with the other.
"No, please don't master!" I said, watching the pending rape unfold in the mirror.
"Shut up slave!" he said lifting the bar than slamming me back down to the table. "As a matter of fact, you're going to beg for it. Hurry up and beg for God to fuck you."
"I...No!" I whispered afraid.
"This is your final warning. Beg for it." he leaned in close and whispered in my ear:
" say: please rape my virgin hole, god. Please god! Say it. Now!" he demanded angrily.
In tears, I could feel his heat and the painful grip of his hand on the back of my neck. but I took too long, and he twisted me back from the table and hit me in the face twice. I don't even know how he hit me, but I felt faint and wobbly, my face was swollen some as he drew his hand back again.
"Do you need more?" he said with that wicked grin.
"No master." I managed to say.
"Say it." he demanded still menacing me with his fist.
"God...please...please rape me." I barely managed to stammer.
He slammed me back to the table.
"You know what you have to say." he said, and for the first time he was showing some patience with me.
I looked back in the mirror, watching him stand over me, erect penis pointing at me, his pants tattered at his hooves.
"God." I said through a tender dry throat, and paused to swallow.
"Yes my slave?" the bull said as he leaned close to me, smiling and pleased, wanting to saver the words I was about to say.
"God, please... please rape my...virgin hole, god. Please god. Please." I said defeated and in tears.
"What a whore." he whispered in my ear, and I watched in the mirror as he grabbed his cock and pointed it at my hole, touching it, and then taking it. I screamed in agony as the huge flared head popped in, tears of pain humiliation and fear as he filled me and pushed in more and more.
"God Stop! Please stop! Take it out!" I shouted and writhed under him, as he mercilessly continued to stab and thrust, taking pleasure in my cries.
When he was done I lay passively under him, nearly in shock. He was still hilted in me, still hard.
"Now be a good cunt and thank me properly." he said fondly as he lay over me.
"God, thank you, god." I whispered.
"For what? - try again." he didn't sound like he had much patience.
"God, thank you for raping me, god." I said afraid that it may not be enough.
"Your welcome whore." he said and quickly withdrew from inside of me, making me moan.
He left me weakly bent over the table, and strode over to one of the rooms many fireplaces. Grabbing something from it he returned, I managed to look back and see he had a hot branding iron.
"Please no god!" I stammered weakly.
"Said just like the worthless slave you are. I will forgive that remark." he said as he grabbed me roughly pressing hard to the table and pressing the hot iron into the skin on my upper back rolling it lightly to make an even mark.
He branded a round symbol in to my skin with ornate markings, permanently identifying me as his property. Once the first painful brand was done, he threw my whole body on to the table, twisting me to one side. I wiggled some but was too weak after the hour long rape to resist any more. Once I tired, he pressed the still hot brand in to my upper outer thigh, then rolled me over to the other side and did the same. The pain was excruciating, and then settling me on my back I lay limply in pain.
"Now where will the final brand go?" he asked "-your face? Your crotch? Ah, Your ass. yes, it's mine, best I mark it as such." he said looking at the smooth soft skin.
I had been a bad boy.