Escape
#3 of Nescas Tale
The slaves have had enough!
Life was hard in a slaver house, and not just for the slaves. The young tiger sighed and readjusted his postion in his seat, leaning his elbows agaisnt the hardwood table. Only three other seats were taken on the six seater table. Through the window behind him and the door to the left, sunlightlight illuminated the dining room. reen sickly paint peeled in the upper corner and the tiger focused on it. underneath was a darker green and caused The feline to wonder if it was a metaphour for his life. A harsh voice broke into his musings and he started and returned his attetion to his company.
"Derek! whats up? am i boring you whelp?" Alec jokingly snarled, Derek fought the impulse to hiss and forced a smirk to his maw.
" Not at all. Just imagining it myself." he tried to chuckle darkly but he was afraid it came out more as a mew. Alec grinned evily at the younger slaver and the tigers blood ran like ice. Alec was sitting across from Derek, leaning on his chair, rocking on two legs. He had been to Carl the lion leader of their small band renegades. Derek had joined them out of need not of enjoyment. A few years ago he had reached rock bottom, his slim almost feminie body making him the target of anyone inclined to grab a unsuspecting tiger and use him as they will. He lived on the streets, making his way by stealing and selling himself when a male or occasionally female wanted him without forcing him.
His buttocks was soon the most desired In the slums of Kariko and he found himself captured by slavers himself. Carls group raided their rivals and not believing in gay slavery, released him. He was quick to become the master but soon found he couldn't look into the eyes of the slaves without seeing himself reflected within. However he stayed rather being a slaver then a slave. He laughed at the right moments and took his share of slaves. However he never broke them in, taking slaves through obedience training instead, teaching how to be a good slave.
Carl wanted the slaves to be deprived of their names but Derek knew everyone. Sometimes he sat for hours in the holding rooms talking to the slaves, holding the girls when they cry. He could offer them comfort but not hope. His eyes shined with sympathy for the girl in lock up. Alec had been bragging for the entire day, saying they will have to break rape her if she keeps being defiant. Carl laughed at that and expressed his hope it was true.
"hell we might just do it anyway!" he bellowed with mirth and Derek forced a boisterous laugh while inside he died a little more. Carl was a monster of a lion, he had caught back his mane to around his face and went barechested most places. He had a sadistic nature and derek thought he enjoyed torturing slaves more then useing them. To his left between Derek and The leader was tony. Tony was a light brown dingo with evil orange eyes. today he had a black shirt on and denim jeans. No doubt he planned on 'shopping' today. He was the one who picked out the city girls for 'harvesting'.
Derek started when carl barked his name.
"Derek go get the slave in bed three. You know the blonde otter?" Carl waited for the nod before continuing. "Give her a pump and take her to the solitary. She's to instruct the new slave."
Derek nodded again and stood up, his black tipped tail whipping behind him as he hurried to obey. He flinched as he entered the hallway hearing Carl yell after him.
"oi! You better go down too and warn her about what we do to slaves who resist!" Derek shuddered and made his way to the slaves quarters. The bedrooms were upstairs through a staired hall with a locked door at the bottom and top. he walked down the hall to the only occupied bedroom for the time being. He paused at the door to breath in and let his hard slaver mask fall. As the door swung open the girls heaved a collective sigh when they saw him. The room was average sized with three beds to each side with a small amount of standing space between them. the walkway through the middle was larger then the beside and a single hanging bulb ilumanated the room. They recently had a sale so only three girls lay in the room.
Derek sat on the first bed opposite the occupied ones. A bar was set at neck level on each side, metal chains hanging beside each bed. On the three occupied, those chains ran to the collars on each girl. All were naked except Derek wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans.
The first bed held a shy feline named sandy, her short coat reflecting her name. she still was nervous around Derek only just beginning her slave training. He had stayed up with the sixteen year old all last night as she cried her hopes out into his shoulder. Marie the white vixen had long overcome the last of her hopes knowing her place well and even enjoying it sometimes. Her tail was hanging off the side of the bed and her hands were on her knees in the meditative state of her homeland. Her blue eyes focused on the tiger as he hang his head.
"what's wrong Derek? " she asked concern in her voice. Anula the otter was gazing at him with her deep brown eyes. Her fur was almost as light as her hair which is how she caught the attention of slavers. She had been there the longest but maintained her hope of being freed. She went through a stage of hating Derek who claimed to sympathise with them but refused to free them. She came to realise he was as much a slave as them. Though his chains were not physical.
She had once been a apprentice to an outer tribe priestess and had eyes that penetrated. For that reason she was not sold at the last auction, her captors wanting to beat the what they perceived as resistance out of her. The truth is they couldn't bear what they saw of themselves in her eyes. They kept it from the slaves and from Derek but she knew they were to kill her soon. She waited for Derek's answer ignoring her various bruising, inside and outside.
"I don't think I can do this anymore," he said quietly, eyes shining, "The moment I say no they'll kill me." he said locking his eyes with Anula an understanding passing between them. He dipped his head in assent though the other girls thought it was in shame.
Anula nodded to herself. So he did know and there was nothing he could do. Outside nothing changed but inside she began the process of saying goodbye to hope.
Ashamed of his weakness, tears welled in his eyes and as a attempt to hide them Derek stood and took from his belt the keys to their collars. He unlocked the chain from Anula's neck and told her their instructions. Marie and sandy whimpered for the unknown girl in solitary as they too were 'broken in'. it was a sad progrestion from the bedroom and down the stairs. Dereck held anulas elbow in more of a show then actual force. Derek led Anula down the stairs both moving to the side as Tony climbed them. The feral eyed dingo went by to use one or both of the girls. He grinned at them both nastily and both shrunk away. He laughed but said nothing and all three continued on there way.
Nesca flinched at the sound of the locks being undone and bolts being drawn. She stood up in her cell refusing to sleep with the soft covering. Her wounds were shrinking but she refused to bathe hoping that she'll become undesirable. She was surprised when a tiger and an otter, marked slave by her nakedness and collar, came down the stairs.
Derek took note of the bath, fresh food and soft blanket. His heart went out to the tall young wolf, knowing how well Alec comforts then crushes that comfort cruelly. Spotting the dried blood he felt the nearest to anger he'd been in a long time. But soon the hopelessness descended upon his shoulders again.
"Hello child," said Anula simply though they both were young at nineteen years of age, "I'm here to show you how to make the next few weeks a little easier on your body." she gestured for Nesca to come out and sit with her on the mattress. Derek went to get the pump he'd forgotten on purpose so they could talk.
Anula watched her come slowly out of the cell, the clothes that alec brought nestling against her groin and just concealing her breast. Anula asked with her hands if she could touch the clothes and Nesca nodded.
"you are unfortunate to be given clothes," she looked at Nesca confused face as her fingers rubbed the material, "they like to rip and tear clothes off." she explained. Nesca caught Anula's retracting hand in her own.
"Please Spirit mother," she begged in the tongue of the outer tribes, "please is there anyway to escape?"
Anula patted Nesca hand. The otters deep brown eyes gazed deep into the wolves intense green. After a while Anula looked down breaking contact as Nesca fought back tears. She had seen only death and despair in Anula's eyes.
"then there is no hope." she muttered to herself and her new friend. The sound of the door drew their attention.
Derek came back a bloody knife in his hand and shock on his face.
He had left the ass pump in the toy room so Anula could comfot the new girl. As he exited the room he slid the bolt in place and turned to find Carl standing behind him, knife in hand and smirk on his maw. He flipped the blade lightly in one hand, his hand on his hip.
"So Derek i can well imagine your fantasy at the table this morning." fear flooded the young teenaged tiger at the knowing look the Large feline gave him.
" imaging it was you beneath alec huh?" at Dereks sharp intake of breath he chuckled and tossed the blade again. "Yeah i thought so. Once a slave always a slave right kitty?" He caught the blade by the tip and tossed it again. The metal caught the light with every toss, captivating Dereks gaze. Carl aprouched him still tossing the knife.
" What happens to bad slaves when the disobey dosen't change when you become a slaver." that reflective tip of the blade pressed against the tigers neck as the lion backed himagainst the door. Blood pounded through dereks head and fear caused his breath to quicken. Carl leaned in close his breath moving the fur on the tigers face.
"Come down with me Little slave, slaver and watch me slit that bitch otters throat. Gotta show the new blood what happens to reasisters." the tip of the blade pricked him and Derek whimpered. Carl pressed himself against the tiger and muttered gruffly "Yeah maybe old blood should learn that lesson again too. Never had me a boy but dam you are a tempting little bitch. Perhaps we should reconsider the no boys rule huh? just for you tigger boy." The blade traced through his fur lightly to rest on his trembling lips.
" Ill kill that bitch otter friend of yours then maybe you and the new blood can learn your place together. You'd like that wouldn't you Derek?" Something snapped as the lion leant in to press his lips against the boys and his vision flashed red. With a hiss He seezed the knife from the light grip that held it and stabbed the lion through the eye. Before the lion could react Derek had stabbed Carl through the throat and the slaver collasped at The tigers paws, blood pumping thickly from the punctures.
With shaking hands he through open the door again and stumbled down before the two slaves. Blood covered the hand holding the knife and his face was pale. Anula cried out and rushed to his side as he dropped the knife a wail coming from his lips. The otter caught his falling form and he seemed to fold into her embrace sobbing, the cries racking his body. The otter stroked his head crooning in her native tongue.
Nesca picked up the knife and sighed in relief. She was a hunter not a fighter but with a knife she could defend herself. She turned to the tiger and otter and knelt.
"honourable tiger, please tell me everything you know about this place and whose blood stain this blade." she said as gently as she could but time she knew was ticking. Derek moaned and buried his face in Anula's fur. With a start she realised he was almost as young as her brother who counted fifteen years. She would guess he was seventeen or around that age. Anula locked eyes with Nesca and crooned to him again.
"Derek dear whose blood is that?" Derek sniffed and moaned when he glanced at the knife.
"I..I.. I didn't mean too..." he sobbed. "Carl was on his way to kill y..you Anula! He wanted her too...too see the price of defiance..." he moaned again and rocked in her arms tears flooding his fur.
Nesca nodded and urged him on wary of the time. Any moment Carl could raise the alarm or if he's dead be discovered. His voice shaking Derek continued.
" I was on my way to get the pum....pump when he went by telling me what he meant to d..do" he sobbed his voice hitching, "I don't know what came over me. I jumped him and grabbed the knife....oh god the Blood! His neck....." he couldn't continue.
Hope bloomed within the females. With Carl dead and Nesca armed they had a chance to escape. They spoke quickly in outer tribal over Derek's head as he cried himself out. A rough plan came into focus. Simple really. Get the girls. Get to the cars, sandy could drive. Nesca kill anyone who tried to stop them.
Derek sat up slowly. They concentrated upon him as he hiccupped the last tears away.
"Derek I owe you blood life," Nesca told him seriously, "Its when one hunter kills to save another. In return I will save you and if we hurry the other girls too." he nodded and together they stood. Anula and Nesca spoke over his head in tribal as they made for the stairs. Derek slumped against Anula, Tears shuddering his slight frame. Nesca shot them a worried glance before placeing a paw against the door and pushed lightly.
As it swung open Anula gagged. Carl lay just before them, his hands still pressed against the puncture of his neck and his one remaining eye was dull. Blood had covered his face, outlineing his features grotesly and a pool of black blood Haloed his head and shoulders. Nesca quickly took the lead as Anula put an arm over Derek's shoulders, gently turning his face from his own handywork. They took the door to the right and Nesca gestured them forward when it was empty. Anula pointed the way and Nesca looked around corners and into rooms first. The ground floor of the three story house had six rooms, two living rooms a kitchen and a bathroom and toilet. A few times they had to retreat when Nesca caught sight of slavers. There weren't that many and mostly occupied rooms solo but nesca dare not chance killing them all. to easliy she could be slow and the alarm would go up. Luckily they seemed preoccupied with various home keeping chores and recreational tasks.
When they got to the steps Derek shrugged the arm off his shoulder. He came to walk with Nesca three steps above and whispered the earlier meeting with Tony. Sure enough they found the holding door open and dingo enjoying the attentions of sandy and Marie.
He stood between their beds were both could reach the dingos cock, his knot was swollen and pressed against Maries lips as he face fucked her, groaning. While he humped the vixens snout Sandy had her head between his legs, suckling and massaging the canines balls. Tony whined as he felt himself coming close to relieving himself down the vixens throat. He huffed and howled as he came, his cum spluttering out of Maries face as she moved back to breathe, cum decorating her face with stringy white ropes.
Tony groaned in delight and looked down at the vixen, still feeling the workings of the Feline.
"there's a good girl." he smiled at her. He wondered why her eyes widened in fright and she started to fall back when he gave no sign of hurting her. He was still wondering when a hard force hit his temple making him crumple onto the bed.
Marie and sandy sprung away as Nesca landed on the dingos back, her knife sliding into place in the back of his neck, severing his spinal cord. She turned, leaping of him with the same movement. While she was killing Derek released the two girls. Their eyes wide they looked at her with fear, drawing to Anula for comfort. The otter only nodded understanding and said they must move. They turned towards the door to find it blocked.
Alec growled, his shoulders rippling as he flexed, his clawed hands in fists as he advanced. The girls hid behind Anula and she made them back away from the murderous expression in the Wolves eyes. Derek could only stare, the keys hanging guilty in his hands, terror plastered on his face. Finally he looked at Nesca, back in her crouch, the knife in her hand still dripping and her teeth bared in a fruitless attempt to look dangerous. They both know he was the better. She had no chance at beating him and despair swelled within her chest. Flashes of her home forest danced before her eyes and she knew she will never get home. She gave herself up for dead.
"So...." snarled Alec advancing again. Nesca dropped her head in defeat. Her ears twitched at the whimper given by Derek. That small almost boy had attacked and killed the bigger lion. He showed bravery and loyalty beyond what he was normally capable. Determination hardened her resolve and she looked up at her hated rapist who offered comfort then pain. She owed a blood life.
With a war cry she sprung at Alec, surprise on his face as she collided, the last hope of those behind her.