Drag Me to Slavery
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This is my first attempt at writing erotica, so I apologize if it's not the quality of work you guys may be used to reading. This story was inspired by an RP session a friend and I had, but don't worry, I've changed the characters. If you do read my story, give me some feedback, I would really appreciate it. What I did well, and what could I improve? It's very possible to continue this story. Do you guys think that's a good idea? Thanks, and enjoy!
Drag Me to Slavery
By Xanthos
The first thing Zack noticed was the dull ache in his shoulders and knees. His mind was like a thick mire. The act of being conscious felt like slogging through mud. He was unsure of where he was, for the entire room was very dark, save a rectangular ring of light that indicated a door. He was unsure of he got there. That much was a definite blank in his mind. And he didn't know why he was there... or did he? Zack couldn't focus through the fog in his head.
Zack tried to straiten himself, but found the task impossible. His legs were locked a fixed distance apart, and save a little bit of shifting, his feet were unable to move. His arms were in a similar predicament. They seemed bound together by something chafing at his wrists, and held above his head. His arms and legs were fixed just so, that his entire body was held at an angle. Zack tried again to move himself, but it proved futile, and all that answered him was a sound quite like the clinking of metal coins.
Then, from behind Zack, came an ominous creak, like springs decompressing. His ears twitched in the direction of the sound. Something told Zack that there was another presence in the room. A disturbingly familiar voice came from behind him.
"Ah, my little pup is faintly awake." Soft footsteps grew closer to Zack, and he felt warm, menacing breath caress the back of his neck.
"Nuhhh..." Zack groaned, "Who..." There was a less-than-mirthful chuckle, as the voice and presence moved around him.
"I didn't think the drugs would hit you that hard. Allow me to... shed some light on your situation." There was a click, and ancient fluorescent lights cast a sickly yellow glow into the room. When Zack saw his host's face, the blood drained from his own. Sobering memories flooded to him. His mind was shaken clear. The voice belonged to a tiger. The same tiger, whose face had been the last thing he had seen before blacking out and waking here. Zack remembered that this host tiger tried to coerce him; seduce him. Zack had resisted the tiger's temptations. The next thing Zack knew, he was here. But however horrified he was at the disastrous results, that horror paled in comparison to what Zack felt as he looked around the room.
Paddles and whips of every size and shape adorned the plain stone walls. Dildos on shelves were lined up like soldiers, ready to perform their sensual duty. Boxes upon boxes of sex-enhancing equipment towered in the corners. Heavy-duty bondage gear that looked strong enough to stop a charging bull dangled from the ceiling and sprouted from the floor. Any extra wall space was filled with devices of purposes that Zack preferred not to ponder the function of.
The gravity of the situation knocked the wind out of Zack, like a physical blow to the stomach. Adrenaline, which was responsible for the new-found clarity of his mind, coursed through his form. His heart raced. His body and mind reeled. Zack fought against his restraints with all his might, and let loose a howl of desperate fear, all to no avail
The Tiger just laughed. "Don't bother. These walls are perfectly soundproofed. And we're miles outside civilization. No one can hear you scream." The Tiger ran his hand over his endless collection of sex toys. "Or moan." A single tear formed at Zack's eye. His body shook with uncontrollable tremors.
"Please..." he begged. "Don't..."
"Please what?!?" The Tiger cut him off. "Don't do this? Have mercy? I tried to be romantic. I tried to be nice." His voice slowly turned from annoyance to anger as he approached the tied wolf. "But no. You had to resist. You had to try to run away. This is your fault! This could have been our playroom. But now it's only mine. And you are my new toy."
Zack desperately tried to keep himself composed in the face of the furious tiger, but a soft sob escaped his lips. "Can't we...just..." His body went limp in hopelessness. The tiger padded closer to Zack and lifted his chin so he could look into the wolf's tear-filled eyes.
"You break faster than most. Usually I have to show them who their master is a few times before they learn their place. That still won't save you from my hazing process." Zack cast his gaze at the floor, trying to escape the leer of his host.
"Please..." he whined. "I don't want this." Zack forced his tail in between his legs.
"I didn't want this either" The Tiger sighed, his voice genuinely regretful. "I wanted a relationship for once. Not just a slave to bend to my will. But when I saw you, I know I would do anything to have you. You see, I'm the kind of guy who sees something he wants, and does whatever it takes to get it." He reached down and seized Zack's balls. "My pet" Zack was suddenly very aware that both of them were quite naked, and his host sported an impressive erection.
The Tiger growled and yanked Zack's face closer to himself. "Do you know how hard it is to live without anyone who loves you? Well do you?!?" Zack was too blinded by the pain of claws digging into his testicles to answer. He let out a relived gasp when his striped host decided to let go, and stepped out of his view.
Part of Zack had already given up, but part of him was still denying everything that was happening. This couldn't be true. This had to be some perverted joke. He had to get out. He had to escape from this sex-crazed tiger. Zack mustered up what little courage had left and addressed his captor.
"W-we only met a little while ago..." Zack said, his voice shaking, "c-cant we just..." He heard some rustling from behind him
"Hmm. I might need that ball-gag sooner than I thought." Zack shut his muzzle, truly scared. "Ah! Here we go." The Tiger walked back into Zack's sight range, holding a fire-red dildo as if he revered it. "I can't have slaves that are weak, so this is the tool I use to determine if a slave has the constitution I require. You want to know how?"
"H-how?" Zack squeaked
The Tiger grinned; bearing teeth that could rip through flesh. He pressed a button on the bottom of the dildo, and a menacing hum vibrated through the silent air. At first, it seemed like a normal dildo, but Zack's hopes of that being the case soon evaporated.
It started to grow. Longer and longer it reached for the ceiling. A knot formed at the base, like two balloons being filled with air. Then the dildo became thicker, almost 2 frightening inches across. Small knob-like bulbs popped out along the shaft's length. And if all this wasn't terrifying enough to Zack, the dildo started to thrust, from the knot up, all on it's own. The Tiger was pleased with the terror on Zack's face.
"I kind of all-in-one, if I do say so myself." Zack could not imagine that being used on anybody, let alone himself. Again, his being denied the reality of the situation, but his body was already shaking in fear.
"Well... that's a... certainly impressive..." he managed to utter. Zack made sure his tail was firmly between his legs, trying to protect where he suspected the tiger wanted to place the dildo. As if reading his mind, his captor confirmed Zack's terrible suspicions.
"And you get to try it out." He walked around the wolf, causing Zack to wrestle again with his shackles.
Zack knew what was going to happen. He spoke again, his voice smacking of desperation. "Look, I'd love to try it out, but what if we try this a bit slower?" Zack was more scared than he had ever been in his life.. "I can understand how my resistance is an issue now. What if we start over with me more pliable?"
The tiger strode behind his captive again, and snatched something off the shelf. "The only thing I hate more than people who won't shut up, are people who think they can bargain when they are clearly..." And without warning, the Tiger reached around the wolf and shoved a ball gag in Zack's mouth. "...not in a position to do so!" he roared into Zack's ear. Zack tried to push the gag out of his mouth, but it was far too late. It was too far in his muzzle, and secured around the back of his head. He let out a yell of protest, but all that came out was a muffled groan. The Tiger grinned. "But you're a sexy little bitch, so I can look past that, right?" He took advantage of Zack's momentary pause in thought to yank Zack's tail from between his legs, and ram the dildo up his ass. "We'll see."
The sensation, if you could call it that, wracked it's way through Zack's body and into his skull. He cried out, shaking his head like a mad dog, trying futilely to keep the dildo out. As the dildo stared to hum, Zack felt it vibrate inside of him. He threw himself against his shackles, but they had no give. The device meant to pleasure felt much more like torture to him. It began to get longer and longer, penetrating him deeper and deeper. Any hope of getting the dildo out any time soon vanished, as it knotted with him. Zack bit down powerfully on his gag, mumbling something like: "mmm sowwh, mmm sowwh" He thrust his body forward in a futile attempt to escape, but he could not stop the dull, but growing pain.
And as the pain grew, so did the dildo. Zack swore it would tear him open before it stopped . The pain inside his anus grew to almost unbearable levels. Through the haze of pain, he couldn't even notice the barbs forming on the shaft of the dildo. Tears dipped onto cold stone. The sound of muffled sobs and pants echoed back to him in the unforgiving, cell.
The torturous progressions of the device paused for a moment. Time slowed. Zack's shaking breath and pounding heart resonated inside his ears. He knew what came next. Zack looked up at his master, tear-filled eyes pleading him to end the pain. But the Tiger just shook his head. As if on command, pain and pleasure tore through Zack, in a sickening combination of sensations. Screaming again, he fought with his restraints, until his muffled cries died down to a low moan. Zack stopped struggling. He tried desperately to stop his body from enjoying some part of it, only to met with half-success.
The dildo drew back, and thrust.
Zack struggled.
"Plllllssss" Zack groaned, looking up again at his captor. The Tiger had been watching his victim's display of emotion. "I think an hour so down here will suffice, don't you?" Zack shook his head furiously.
It thrust again.
Zack shook his bonds
Completely ignoring him, the Tiger continued, "I have some things to attend to. If you are still conscious when I come back, I think you might be of some use to me. If not... well... I don't think you'll be around long enough to regret it much."
Again
Zack shivered
He turned to leave. The last throws of Zack's willpower were put into trying to get his host's attention. "Yyyynnn..." He didn't even slow down, and exited the room without a second thought.
And again.
Zack hung still
The last fighting ounce within Zack had finally died. He fell limp in surrender. Relaxing eased the pain considerably. There was some pleasure to be derived from the deep penetration, once the endorphins kicked in.
An hour passed. Then two. Of course, Zack had no concept of time in the cold dungeon. All of his effort went into not giving into the darkness dancing at the edge of his vision. After the first hour, Zack didn't even have the spare strength to wish he were somewhere else. When the tiger finally came back to his captive, Zack hardly recognized the world around him. He looked up at his captor, the light of recognition barely present in his eyes. "Msssrrr?" he moaned, something in his mind managing to relate the return of the tiger with the end of the pain. Or was it pleasure? He was unable to tell exactly what it was.
"Well, apparently your body is stronger than your will." The tiger was pleased. He walked behind the helpless wolf, gently pulling out Zack's torturer. Zack let out an enormous, serene sigh, tears of gratitude already forming.
"Thnkk yyy... thnnk..." Zack mumbled before lapsing into unconsciousness. His host unshackled him from the ceiling, and Zack collapsed onto the ground, far too exhausted from his trial to stand up at all. The fall jared him back into the land of the living. The tiger placed Zack's broken body onto a bed behind him, that Zack had not noticed earlier. New restraints strapped his wrists and ankles to the bed. Zack whined, even though barely conscious, dismayed at the fact he would net get a time where he would not be bound. His master heard the plea.
"I can't have you running around on your own, my pup. I need you right here." The tiger's voice was terrifyingly soothing, almost a purr. "You're my guaranteed fuck for however long you prove useful. Of course, that's entirely up to you." He kneeled on the bare mattress, in the space between Zack's spread legs, and began to slowly stroke his own cock in front of his slave. "And if you're a good little boy, perhaps I can take that gag out of your mouth. I do prefer to hear mercy pleas coming out of you, rather than just some muffled moans." He stroked his cock faster.
An idea came to Zack. If he could do what his host said, if he could become a good slave, then he could gain favor with the tiger, possibly gain more freedom, and possibly find a way out. Zack untucked his tail, revealing himself willingly for the first time, and gave the most coherent growl he could manage. He had to prove himself useful.
The tiger was pleased to see the willing slave in front of him. He took the ball gag out of Zack's mouth, and presented his dick in front of him. Do I need to tell you what to do?" Zack shook his head, just grateful to have his mouth back. He leaned forward the best he could, mouth open and ready, but he couldn't stretch far enough, the restraints holding him back. The tiger reached forward, and Zack flinched, fearing possible discipline for failure. But he was merciful. The tiger moved himself so that he straddled Zack's chest with his knees, and loosened Zack's arm restraints so that he could prop himself up and pleasure his master properly. Zack eagerly stared on the cock in front of him, but part of his psyche was refusing and resisting the dirty act. Instincts of pride and survival fought back and fourth within his mind. He feared what this tiger was capable of doing to him like nothing else, but what he was doing disgusted him to no end. It wasn't the taste in his mouth, that wasn't so bad, it was the act itself that churned Zack's insides. He never was able to stomach the action of giving anybody a blowjob, not even his partner, when and if he even found one. It was all he could do to keep from gagging.
The tiger, on the other hand, was lost in the pleasure from Zack's actions. A low growl emanated from his throat, commanding his captive to continue. He glared down at the poor wolf, bound to the bed and helpless, hopelessly pleasuring his master without a choice.
He quivered at what great and terrible things he was capable of. His cock quivered in the same way, the wolf's tender muzzle journeying down his shaft. With every swirl of his tongue, every pant of effort, every movement of his lips, his slave brought him closer to the brink of orgasm. He teetered on the metaphorical abyss of ecstasy, readying himself for the plunge. Waiting for that critical moment, where the release would be greatest. Cumming too soon always resulted in an unfinished feeling. But wait too long, and the results would prove disappointing.
And there it was, the point of no return. The point where you knew the sea-walls of pleasure could no longer hold up against flood of ecstasy, and all you could do was increase the coming pleasure.
But he never got there.
The ascent to the abyss stooped. The flood ceased its pounding.
Zack realized at once his terrible error. Instincts of stubborn pride, and born disgust finally won over, and pulled him back. He stared at the quivering cock, and then into the terrible eyes of the tiger it belonged to.
"I-I'm sorry," He stuttered "I didn't mean..." Zack tried to move back in and start on his master again.
But it was too late for that.
"BITCH!" He roared, smacking the wolf across the face without remorse. For a split second, he remembered what it was like to be unmercifully beaten like that, a thousand red-hot needles of pain on the cheek. But he had long ago rid himself of any mercy left within him. His blood boiled with anger. His memories of what that was like were discarded a long time ago.
"What the hell was that?!?" He pinned Zack down to then bed, with a knee to the chest. The tiger grabbed his own dick and continued to finish himself off. He stared down at his captive, malicious teeth bared. "I should just pound you in the ass next time."
Zack's heart thumped against the tiger's knee. His ears flattened down, and whimpers of fear slipped through his muzzle. "S...sorry...just...stupid mistake...m-m-mmm" Zack tried to make out the last word. But the tiger reached down and sized Zack's muzzle, his claws digging into Zack's skin.
"What was that, slave?"
"master..." he sobbed.
The said master released his slave's face. Zack saw the base of the Tiger's cock swell. He aimed it at Zack's face and growled, "I am your master. Never forget that." Zack shook his head, and prepared for what his master was about to give him.
"I wont" He said solemnly. The tiger threw back his head, and yowled in pleasure. Zack flinched as his master's warm seed splattered onto his muzzle. The already heady musk grew stronger in his nostrils, and made his head spin. He could not see himself, but he imagined his own face, plastered with cum. The image of disgrace would not leave Zack for a very long time.
His master wiped what dribbling cum was left on Zack's chest. With the pull of a strap, Zack's restraints were tightened again, holding him to the bed. His master wordlessly walked out of the room, and turned off the lights, leaving Zack tied to a bed, and alone in the darkness.
In the solitude, Zack felt his spirit sink lower and lower, until he thought he could feel no worse. Captured, tied, raped, hated, and covered in cum. Zack did his best to do something about the last of that list, only to have tears replace it. Yesterday, he had a life, he was just an ordinary person. Today, and probably until his master had no more use for him, he was a living sex toy. An object to be used, then discarded when his master had no more use for him. To make it all worse, his was in disfavor with that master. Sobs cut through the silence of the stone cell.
They were unheard, as the Tiger above him planed what next he was to do with his new toy. He mentally listed what he had, and what he needed to compliment this new acquisition. It's how he had stockpiled most of the equipment down there. Food and necessary care also had to be factored into the list of expenses. He had done this so many times before, it was almost routine to him. But something was different this time. Something about this wolf made him re-conceder his plans. Perhaps this wolf would be staying longer than originally anticipated. Perhaps this new slave was worth more then he had originally appraised him for. The tiger ran through many ideas, all of them equally tempting and kinky. As he lay in bed, pondering his next moves, his erection would not cease. He caressed his member, and considered going back down there to fuck the wolf just for the hell of it. He decided to store his lust, and wait for his next session with his slave. Something told him this slave would provide him with many good days to come.
Down below, Zack felt his tears soaked into his fur. Eventually he cried himself into a fitful sleep. His master's sleep was just as fitful, due to a restless mind, but Zack's mind was plagued with nightmares. He periodically awoke, crying out to the darkness.
But there was no one to hear him.