War And Love, Part Three
#2 of War And Love
"Filthy slut." Said my master as he withdrew his member from my maw, his robe soon enfolding it and hiding it amongst its black folds. I swallowed down his hot seed dutifully, sitting back and looking up at him as the heavy iron chain connected to the massive collar around my neck jingled. I'd gotten used to it in the last four years I've worn it, but there was definitely scarring under it. Fur was never meant to hold up to such a thing.
My master's face held a look of deep scorn, as it always has since the day he purchased me. But today it was slightly deeper, almost looking distracted by his hate.
"We are going to court soon." He said, fastening the symbol of his god to his cloak, a black lightning bolt held by a clenched red fist. "I want you to not open your mouth until I command it. Understand, slut?"
"Yes, my master." I said, nodding once. He gathered up his spell components, tucking them into a pouch on his belt. "Should I dress?"
"No. Remain nude, you don't deserve clothing after your last fit." He spat the last word, glaring at me with his crimson eyes. His scaled face held a snarl. "If you have another mind-sickness at court, I will make your pain so deep that you shall never be released from it." I winced, knowing he meant it. I had no control over my mind-fits, but Master tolerated no weakness. He took my chain after dressing, hooking it to a ring on his belt and leading me up and onto the deck. Many of the sailors had collars much like my own, but theirs had arcane glyphs etched along them, designed to shrink the collar to a size too small to see and severing the slave's neck in the process. I tended to not think about that, as my own collar held those same glyphs.
Master lead me along, his honor guard flanking him, as we walked down the streets of Cairi. The stones were smooth under my bare feet, and only a few turned a surprised eye at my nudity. The honor guard's black platemail clanked loudly as we walked, a gleaming eye in their helmets intimidating bystanders back if they deemed them too close to Master. It was warm, almost stiflingly so, but a relief from the bitter cold of the mountians where Master had erected his tower. Up the stairs we went, the long staircase that lead to the Lord's castle. Master's black cloak fluttered as the guards opened the door for him, glancing at me with a look that appeared to be pity. I merely smiled at them, as Master had told me to do many a time.
A servant was inside, and he bowed as we entered.
"Right this way, sir." He said, leading us to a large circular room. Four chairs were set out, around the periphery of the room. It was dark, save for a column of light coming from the domed ceiling. I surmised that it was the main chamber, a meeting room of sorts. Already three of the chairs were filled, one with an aging feline wearing the uniform of an Ozzan trader captain, another a scantily clad golden feline adorned with the jewelry of the Cairi royalty, and the last a human with the badge of the Warray Coast, a large human trading partner of Cairi.
"Archmage Dykyti Orvamas." Master introduced himself, seating himself on the free chair. I kneeled beside him, sitting on my heels. A servant brought a cushion, but Master waved it away. "And I come demanding freedom for my people."
"You've been a happy servant of Cairi for generations, Archmage. Why such a change so suddenly?" Asked the Cairian lord, his face neutral.
"Because my people demand it, demand freedom from your idiotic laws on our research." I could feel Master's trembling through my chain, the trembling that only started when he was infuriated. I inwardly winced; tonight was going to be long. He clenched his hand slightly, and the trembling stopped.
"Our laws are only on your research because they're on all research conducted inside borders of countries that have ratified the Tavir pact." Reminded the Cairian lord.
"What is your research, Archmage?" Asked the human representative. "I am curious now."
"Confidential." Master said. The talks carried on for many hours, my legs going slightly numb during the closing speeches.
"Now that our business for today is finished, may I invite all of you to dinner?" Said the Cairian lord. My canine ears perked slightly, my hopes at escaping old sea biscuits rising.
"You may, and I will attend." Said Master. My hope grew. The others said they would attend as well, and we were shown to the rooms we would be staying in during the negotiations. Dinner was to be in a pair of hours.
"Sleep in that corner, slave." Master said, pointing to a corner. I nodded. Suddenly Master lashed out at me, striking me strongly across the muzzle. I fell, not expecting the blow. My chain went taught almost immediately, jerking me forward as I fell. I coughed and wheezed from the pressure on my throat, but he pulled me to my feet by the chain. "What have you been telling them, slut?!" His voice was a deep growl, his eyes burning into my soul.
"I haven't spoke a w-word to them, ma-master..." I coughed.
"Liar!" He struck me once more, and I tasted blood this time. "Lie to me much more, and they'll find your head in the bay!"
"Master, I haven't spoken a word! I have never eve-" I stopped short as Master drew his dagger, surging forward and putting it to my neck, a cold gleam to his eye. He pressed it harder then I'd ever felt his blade, but not piercing my skin.
"Tell me what you told them, or I'll read it from your blood!" He snarled, holding my collar tight. Another gleam crossed his eye. "No, I know how to get you to confess, slave..."
"Master, I-"
"Shut up!" He forced me to the bed, removing his knife and forcing my face into the bed. I felt him behind me, and immediately whimpered. I'd never taken him under my tail, but I had in my maw, and I could barely fit him there. "Tell me, and I may spare you."
"I am telling the truth, Master, I-" My words were cut short by his member pressing against my tailhole, hard and throbbing. "No! No, please, you'll kill me!"
"Then tell me."
"M-Master, I..." he interrupted me again, his member pressing harder. I could only let forth a fairly pathetic sound, so with a nearly-audible grin, he grabbed my shoulder and thrust forth. The pain was incredibly as his massive member forced my tight ring open, almost burning hot as I felt something trickling down my leg. I whimpered and squirmed, but he began to thrust, pinning me down with both arms.
"Speak! Tell me!" He thrust powerfully, his scales meeting my fur with a soft sound barely audible over my whimpering.
"I...nngh...I don't kn-know!" I could feel his massive member inside me, burning pain following it. "S-Stop...please!" With a frustrated grunt he reached forth and grabbed my muzzle, now thrusting harder. The pain began spreading through my belly, and the liquid running down my leg began pooling around my feet. I felt woozy, ill, my heart pounding.
"That's right, little slut, take my cock..." His member felt like a hot iron, and suddenly it penetrated deeper than I thought it could. Pain shot through my body, sheer agony as tears flowed from my eyes, a muffled scream escaping my throat. "A-Ah? Ah, well, you were a good slave..." I slowly began feeling tired, no longer fighting him as he thrust angrily. Just before I lost consciousness, I heard a bang on the door, lancing through the other sounds, but after that I heard no more.