Broken
#11 of Sold
This covers (part of) what happened to the bear after he showed up at Matt's house. Fair warning, it is on the darker side.
"Can you take a few deep breaths?"
He shivered, his whole body felt numb and heavy. His head hurt, as did his face, and every one of the deep breaths he was supposed to take was accompanied by a sharp pain. His paw moved to his chest but was grabbed by someone before he could feel for what was hurting him.
"I wouldn't do that Mister Swift, you have a broken rib, just a small fracture, nothing too bad, but it will hurt for a while. Let me know if the pain is to bad."
Opening his eyes the polar bear groaned, the light felt like someone was shoving burning needles into his retinas. Even though he quickly adjusted to the brightness, everything just seemed too bright. The dalmatian standing beside his bed was wearing scrubs and scribbling on a chart. A hospital, concluded the bear's drugged mind.
"Hey doc, how about some painkillers?"
The dalmatian pushed a few buttons on a nearby pump before handing the bear a button.
"If it get's worse just push."
The bear immediately pushed the button, multiple times, before letting out a groan of pleasure.
"Whoa, that's good stuff."
"Perks of this not being an official hospital."
Looking at the dalmatian the bear's drug addled mind began to work. Thinking back everything seemed a bit hazy.
"What happened?"
"We picked you up at the house of another one of our customers. I don't know what happened exactly, just that he beat you up pretty good. The rib, you nose, probably a mild concussion, quite the vicious attack, any idea what prompted that?"
The bear shook his head, that sounded somewhat familiar, he did remember going somewhere and being attacked, then memories fell into place.
"That damn otter went berserk for no reason! Can I like, file a complaint about him or something? After what he did to me I think I deserve a bit of compensation, maybe get that tiger slut back?"
"No need Mister Swift, our company has strict rules regarding the privacy and well being of our customers, I assure you everything is already taken care off, though your last purchase has already been sold, so sadly we won't be able to return him to you."
"Damn, I was looking forward to breaking him. The bunny! Can I get the bunny? He was my property anyways. I'll settle for that and some cash. Or him and the otter, some payback would be nice."
"I can't make any promises Sir, I'm just here to get you back on your feet, compensation is handled by another department. But I can forward that request for you if you want."
"That'll do for now, thanks doc."
Pressing the button again the bear relaxed as the morphine flooded his system, slowly drifting off into a well earned rest.
Leaving the room Leon closed the door and relaxed the hand in his pocket, wincing as his claws finally left the now sensitive pads of his paw. He left the chart hanging on the door and made his way back to the staff room. Inside sat a wolf, looking up as Leon entered.
"How is the bear?"
"Pretty well for an entitled asshole."
"I don't understand why you treat him like that anyway, just throw him into a cage, no need to waste painkillers on a slave."
"If you're concerned about the cost I'll gladly cover that, just to see his face once he gets sold."
"Well, I suppose it is simpler this way, otherwise he'd probably try to fight back. Fine, proceed."
The door opening snapped the bear out of a wonderful dream. The dalmatian that came into his room was carrying a tray.
"Finally! I'm starving!" the bear complained reaching for the plate, "What the hell? Get me a steak or something!"
"I'm sorry Sir, light food only for the time being. If you don't like oatmeal I can get you some soup or mashed potatoes instead."
"Who's supposed to eat crap like that, do I look like one of your fucking slaves?"
For a second the bear thought he saw anger in the dalmatian's eyes. Deciding it was probably a bad idea to antagonize the one supplying him with painkillers he changed his approach.
"Sorry doc, it's just I'm hungry and with the pain, I ... I just get a bit cranky."
"No worries, I can understand, hunger will do that. As for the pain," the dalmatian pulled out a syringe out of his pocket and replaced the empty one in the pump, "this should take care of that."
"Thanks, but could you maybe increase it a bit? The pain is really bad."
"Of course Sir, but we will have to slowly decrease the dosage soon though."
"Yeah, no problem, I just want to be able to sleep a bit" the bear lied.
"Anything else you need?"
"Any news on my bunny? I could really use a cock warmer right about now. Some other slave would do as well"
"Nothing yet, I'd offer you another slave, but this is primarily a medical facility, so we usually don't have slaves around, unless they are sick. Oh, before I forget, you have another surgery set for the day after tomorrow, to properly set your nose."
"Yeah sure, thanks."
Watching the dalmatian leave the room the bear couldn't help but smile. Sure there was some mild discomfort, but the drugs here really were the best, and he was certain he could get some more after his next surgery as well, making this a nice little vacation, if it weren't for the food at least.
After eating as much of the oatmeal he could stomach he pressed the button of the pump a few times and let the familiar comfort of morphine wash over him.
Leon took a deep breath before opening the door to the bear's room, making sure his polite smile was in place, as not to upset his patient.
"Good morning mister Swift, and problems during the night?"
"No, still a bit pain, but nothing the morphine didn't take care off." the bear smiled.
"That's good, everything is set for your surgery, any more questions?"
"Just how long I'll stay after that."
"Ah, don't worry, you won't be staying here much longer. You have another night of some very nice drugs to look forward to though."
"Any news of my bunny?"
"I'm afraid not, he's not in our system yet, but there is another auction pretty soon, would you like me to get you an invite?", Leon reached into his pocket and pulled out a small syringe.
"Yes, please, I really need a new stress ball, if you know what I mean." he laughed loudly at his own bad joke.
"Ok, you'll get sleepy in a few seconds, just let it happen."
Leon watched as the bear closed his eyes and his whole body visibly relaxed.
"Still with us mister Swift?"
With no reply from the bear Leon sighed, considering for just a second a quick hit to the bear's broken nose, but decided against. Walking out of the room he made his way to the staff room where he found the wolf.
"Can you help me put the bear into a wheelchair please?"
"Just roll him out of the bed, why should I have to get up to-"
"Just fucking do it. I don't want to have to bring him back here with me just because he has a bruise and nobody wants to buy his ass."
With an annoyed grunt the wolf got up and followed Leon into the bear's room. Between the bear's size and weight getting him to sit up long enough to properly fasten the straps was no small feat, but felt satisfying, at least to Leon.
Waking up the bear immediately felt that something was off, it took him a while though to notice that he wasn't in a bed but a chair, strapped to it in fact, and tightly at that. His arms, legs chest and head all were strapped down, in multiple places, completely immobilizing him. Panic set in and he began to struggle, the whole wheelchair was shaking and groaning under the bear's assault, but ultimately held him in place.
Calming down after a few minutes of trying his hardest to break the chair the bear noticed something else, his rib was hurting as hell. Had those bastards forgotten to give him his dose of morphine? Why did they leave him here like this at all? He shouted for help.
"Ah, you're awake, sorry about that." the dalmatian walked into view.
"Doc? What the hell! Where am I?"
"The auction."
"And why am I strapped down like this, couldn't you have brought a bed or something?"
"We could, but neither of us saw the need."
"I'll have your job for this!"
"I doubt that." Leon flicked his finger against the bear's nose making him scream and thrash around in the chair.
"As soon as I'm out of this thing, I WILL END YOU!"
"Sure you will." Leon snorted while pulling out another syringe out of his pocket, jammed the needle into the bear's thigh and pressed the plunger.
"What was that!?"
"Just something to make sure you're less uppity, that behaviour is really unbecoming of your new position."
The door opened and a horse came in, grabbed the wheelchair and moved it towards the door, where the bear heard something that made his blood run cold.
"Next up lot #105, a special offer by the company, the bidding starts at $1."
The bear didn't experience much from the actual auction, whatever that dalmatian had given him made him drowsy. He could still remember some poking and prodding, as well as someone manhandling his balls. By the time the fog in his mind was beginning to lift he was again backstage in a room, still in the chair, the dalmatian sitting on a chair nearby, ignoring him.
"Why?"
"Hm?"
"Why are you trying to sell me? I don't deserve this!"
"We're not trying, we did, quite successfully I might add. As for the why, let's call it payback for Nate."
"Who?"
The dalmatian reached for a box sitting on the table, opened it and pulled out two syringes with green plungers.
"No! No more drugs, please!"
He quickly jammed them into the bear's leg and pushed.
"What was tha..." the bear's eyes glazed over as the morphine took effect.
The door opened and a hyena in an expensive grey suit stepped into the room, followed by a lion in a black suit.
"Pleasure doing business with you, I brought some drugs to keep him docile, free of charge." Leon offered the box to the hyena.
"No need. John!"
The lion went over to the bear, reached into his suit and produced two pieces of a thick metal collar. The first part, which had two dull metal spikes on it went on the bear's neck. The other part was then simply pushed against it from the front until a loud clicking sound verified that the collar had been secured.
"That looks interesting. I hope it's really uncomfortable."
"It will be if he doesn't comply."
"Good riddance, I hope you enjoy your morphine withdrawal."
Inside his office the brown bunny was enjoying the last few moments of relatively cool air he would get for the day. Looking over the reports for the last week he was satisfied, his workers were, for the most part, exceeding their daily workload, and the few who didn't, at least managed to not drag down the overall yield too much.
The door opened and a hyena walked in, followed by his bodyguard who was wheeling in a strapped down polar bear, that by the looks of it wasn't used to the climate. He was sweating like crazy, yet somehow shivering as well.
"Master!" the bunny bowed.
"How is my mine?"
"Very well Sir, we managed to find some rather big deposits last week."
"Good, and the workers?"
"We had one accident this week, but I see you've brought the replacement already. Other than that the workers are happy and productive, most are exceeding their workload even."
"It seems the management methods you've learned from me are working out." his master made his way towards the bunny and let his paw wander into the bunny's pants.
"Yes Master."
"See to the plane John." the lion left without another word, leaving the wheelchair standing in the corner.
The bunny slowly placed his paws on the hyenas chest, feeling the muscles hidden beneath the suit as he let himself sink to his knees. Burying his nose in his master's groin he used his teeth to grab the zipper and pull downwards, revealing the hyena's sizable black cock.
Thrusting his snout into the open fly he used his tongue to lift the shaft dangling before him slightly and then sink down the length. He could hear the hyena groan above him as he slowly started bobbing on his cock. A hand was placed on his head keeping him in place as the hyena began thrusting into the warm orifice.
The bunny could hear heavy panting coming from the corner. He gave a quick look over to the tied up bear and saw the new slave trying very hard to get one of his hands free to reach for that throbbing, dripping penis, raising from his groin. His focus wandered back to his master thoug,h as soon as the second hand was placed on his head as well and the hyena began fucking his head in quick rapid thrusts, making the hyena's tip penetrate his throat, and the bunny gag and sputter.
After about a minute of that rough treatment the bunny felt himself being forced against his master's groin, his nose pressing against the hyenas musky fur and his throat completely filled by cock. He felt the familiar throbbing as his master unloaded into him before pulling out.
"Good slut, see you next month."
"Thank you," the bunny coughed, "thank you Master."
After the door had closed the bunny went over, grabbed a sheet of paper taped to the wheelchair and undid one of the bear's arms before going back to his desk.
"Is it my turn now, though I have to say I prefer bunny ass over mouth." the bear unstrapped his other arm.
"I am the overseer of this mine. You will address me as such."
"Aww, don't be like that, I'm sure you'll like it. I mean after such a performance you should finish what you started." he undid his head strap and started on his legs.
"I am not gay. I will neither suck you, nor let you fuck me, and if you talk to me like that again you will be tied up for the rest of the day."
"Not gay, right, and you didn't just deepthro-AHHHHHH!"
The bunny watched as his new work slave spasmed inside the chair for a second before he removed his finger from the remote in his pocket.
"You'll pay for that!"
The overseer simply held up the tiny remote and made a show out of pressing the button again. Watching a few seconds as the bear tensed on the floor, his whole body shaking.
"You are here to work, not talk. Do as you're told and you'll have enough food and water for what you're supposed to be doing. Don't and you get neither. You'll work from 9 am to 9 pm, afterwards you'll either have 2 hours to unwind or you are on duty in the rec room. Lights out at 11pm. Questions?"
"Just one, when will you be sucking my-" a quick press of the button silenced the bear... eventually.
From his desk he picked up a microphone, pressed a button and spoke "Number 403 and 415 please report to the overseer's office."
A minute later the door opened again, a bull and horse entered and gave a small bow. The bunny picked up a small metal rod with a wooden handle up from a shelf, checked the current charge level and went over to the bear that hadn't moved since his third shock. The overseer held the tip of the rod just an inch before his face before pressing a button on the handle. Bluish lightning danced between two tiny metal spikes. The bear's eyes widened and the bunny knew he understood the threat, but decided to make sure, by pressing the tip of the rod against the bear's defenseless balls.
"Who am I?" he asked the bear coldly.
"Please, don't!"
The bear's eyes widened, it felt like someone had kicked him in the balls, only worse. With an open mouth he turned his head towards the bunny.
"What was that?"
"T-the overseer, Sir."
"Good."
The bunny sent the rod into the air spinning, catching it at the tip and offered it to the horse.
"Our new colleague has earned a stay in the rec room, take 458 there, and if he misbehaves in any way feel free to use this, 403."
"Yes Overseer."
"Once you've set him up you two can take a break, but make it less than 30 minutes."
"Thank you Overseer" both said in tandem while smiling at each other.
Grabbing a bottle of water out of a small fridge in his office the bunny made his way over the yard into the rec room. The stench of this place almost always made him want to throw up. It wasn't just the smell of sex that turned his stomach, but the added stench of sweat, with the high humidity and a hint of cum, that never seemed to vanish even though this room got cleaned daily.
On a black leather bench in the middle of the room the tied up bear was panting. There was still cum dripping out of his gaping ass, each drop adding to the sizable puddle on the floor. The bear himself was in a pathetic state, his coat was wet with sweat, he was panting, his body trembling and by the looks of it close to passing out from the heat.
"Enjoyed your first day?"
"Water, PLEASE!"
"I told you, people who don't work get no water." the overseer began undoing the straps.
"Kneel!"
The bear practically fell off the bench. Reaching for the water bottle in his back pocket the bunny kept staring at the bear, watching his eyes fixed on the water in his hand. He opened the bottle and took a sip.
"I'm generous today. You can have what is still in my bottle by the time you finish licking up that mess." The bunny nodded to the puddle of cum and began drinking slowly.
He watched the bear crawling over to the lake of cum, lowering his head and then begin to heave. The sorry excuse for a slave looked up to him with pleading eyes but the overseer just kept drinking. Finally the bear lowered himself again and started lapping up the mess before him. The slurping sounds coming from the bear brought a wicked smile to the bunny's face as he slowed down his drinking.
When the bear looked back up again the puddle was gone and his muzzle completely matted with cum. For a second the bunny had hoped to see tears, but he knew that people like the bear would rather die than show themselves like that.
The bear's eyes were fixed on the almost empty water bottle.
"Do you think you deserve this, 458?"
"Yes overseer."
The bunny dumped the remaining water onto the floor at his feet. The bear's eyes widened in shock.
"Wrong."
The bear almost flung himself at the bunny's feet, licking and slurping up the water like he had the cum earlier, slightly hesitating when all that remained was between the bunnies feet. Moving in closer the bear kept looking up to the bunny, for any signs of his intentions, but through his cold exterior he could see none.
What happened next surprised the bunny though. After having licked up every drop of water on the floor the bear had begun to lick at his paws, trying to get whatever drop of water out of his fur. The overseer just laughed, putting his foot against the bear's muzzle and let him lick it clean, rewarding a job well done with a push that sent the bear falling backwards.
Reaching for, and undoing his zipper the bear quickly closed again, probably hoping to trade sexual favours for some more water. The bear's hand reaching for the cock was however quickly slapped away.
"I told you, I'm not gay, and I'm not interested in getting a sloppy blowjob." The bunny held the empty bottle to the tip of his cock and with a sigh of relief began filling it.
Throwing the now full bottle at the bear's feet he smirked.
"That is all you get to drink until tomorrow morning when you report for work. I suggest you treasure that."
"I ... please, I have money! Just let me use a computer, I ... I can pay you, just ... just please... not that."
"Money won't do you any good 458. Take it and follow me."
The look of disbelief told the bunny everything he needed to know about the bear. He left the rec room, not looking at or waiting for the bear, sure he'd follow.
In the yard he ordered his newest worker to approach a pole in the center of the yard and put his arms around it, which were then secured in a pair of cuffs.
The bear had no idea how long the bunny made him wait like that out in the open. He hated it, his body was aching all over, especially his ass. Just thinking back at what had happened today made him sick. He was supposed to be the one fucking slaves, not the other way around. As he stood there he became aware of his joints. It felt like somebody had poured sand into them, then there was that strange tightness in his chest and the trembling in his legs. He would make whoever was responsible for this pay dearly.
The sun was slowly beginning to set and out of an opening in the mountain a flood of workers came. They walked onto the yard and began forming a wide circle around the post the bear was shackled to.
Another minute or so later the overseer left his office and approached the bear, a tablet in hand, and an intimidating bull whip attached to his belt.
"Good evening gentlemen. As you can see we have a new worker here with us. This is 458, some of you have already met him." A few of the workers chuckled, and some began whispering.
"Now to today's performance review. 404, 433, 421 you've exceeded your quota by nearly 20%, each one of you gets 2 hours of leisure time, enjoy. 455, you are below your quota, since it's less than 5% though you'll only get a warning this time. As for you 458 you missed you quota by 100%, which means you get 20 lashes."
"How is this my fault!? You kept me locked up the whole day!" the bear protested loudly earning laughs from everyone of the workers.
"Not your fault? " the bunny grabbed the whip and let it uncoil.
"Don't make me laugh!" The overseer swung the whip and a loud SNAP sounded on the yard, silencing everyone of the workers with the exception of the bear who screamed.
"Your behaviour was abysmal." SNAP
"You showed no sign of respect." SNAP
"You kept insulting me." SNAP
"You don't seem to think your behaviour was what earned you the stay in the rec room." SNAP SNAP
"You would blame anyone before admitting it might have been your screw up." SNAP SNAP
"And by the looks of it you have learned nothing from today." SNAP SNAP
The bunny stopped his assault on the bear's back, when he collapsed to his knees, barely being able to hold himself upright. His jaw was clenched, he was trying to shut out the pain, but that was impossible. His body was on fire, and the way the whip had curled around him had made sure it wasn't just his back that was covered in angry looking welts.
"I'll give you anything, just STOP!"
"You are an impertinent child," SNAP SNAP
Something felt off.
"that never had to learn manners," SNAP SNAP
He barely felt that.
"all because you had daddy's name to protect you." SNAP SNAP
He felt the impact, but no pain.
"But no more, from today on ..." SNAP SNAP
He neither heard the bunny's insults nor felt anything anymore, it was like he floating in blackness, something jerked him to the side, and then nothing.
It was the pain that woke him up, judging by the light coming in through the window it must have been morning. He tried to move, to get the weight of his aching back but quickly found his arms secured to the bed's headboard.
Trying to pull free somehow only made the pain in his body flare back up. Everything hurt. He felt sick to the stomach and every now and then some part of his body was shaking.
Someone coughed and he turned his head. The bunny was sitting on a chair on the table was a tray with some sort of food the bear couldn't identify and a chilled bottle of water. He licked his lips and swallowed.
"Feel like working today 458?"
"Yes Overseer." the bear answered completely automatic, surprising himself in the process.
After getting unlocked a quick nod from the bunny was all he needed to wolf down his breakfast. It didn't taste like much, but he didn't care after spending all of yesterday hungry. The same held true for the water, never in his life would he have thought to enjoy a bottle of water as much as he did.
"See you at tonight's performance review."
The bear was lost. He had no idea where he had to work or what he had to do. What would happen if he didn't do the right job, or if he showed up late. In his panic he approached another worker and another, but nobody wanted to talk to him, so he just followed them into the mine, hoping someone there would tell him.
In the mine the workers were paired off into teams, each given a tunnel number, some equipment and then sent to work. There was almost no talking going on between the bear and his teammate beyond the basic instructions of that the bear was supposed to do.
After yesterday's performance review the bear was hell bent on completing his quota. No way in hell would he get whipped again, so for the first day in his life he gave a task his all. Sweat was running down his back as he was breaking down the rocks into manageable pieces and loading them onto the cart. He had no clue what the mine was for, he also didn't care. All he needed was to keep doing his job and not get whipped again.
When the siren announced that it was time to stop he was nearly ready to collapse. He still had to move the cart back to the entrance and have his progress logged, but he had already decided how he wanted to spend his 2 hours of free time tonight; sleeping. He followed the other workers out of the mine and into the yard. Just like the day before they waited in a circle for the overseer to come and announce the results. For a second the bear wondered if maybe he'd be one of the ones receiving some time off, after all he had worked so hard today, there were even blisters covering both his paws to prove it.
The bunny approached the pole, still scrolling through the results of the day.
"402 earned himself an hour of free time, 415 earned two, 413 also two. 401, you were slacking today, this is your second warning. 411 you broke a piece of equipment and will spend your two hours this evening on duty in the rec room." cheers erupted from the crowd.
"458 come here." the bear swallowed but obeyed.
"Yes Overseer?"
"You did well for your first day, but nobody completes their quota on the first day. You've managed 78%. That equals 4 lashes plus another ten for having a backlog."
This wasn't fair!
"Approach the pole."