I Exist To Serve - Chapter One -
Story by Cederwyn Whitefurr on SoFurry
A young cervine is born into slavery, its all he's ever known - discarded, abused and tormented by his previous owner who grew bored with him, he was sold back into slavery. Now, he has a new master - one who has long dreamed of finding a creature just like this - one who is more doe than stag...
I Exist to Serve
Chapter One
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
12th October, 2021
All Rights Reserved.
My earliest memories are of being a slave. I've known nothing else, for the past...how many years? I can not recall. Degraded, abused, neglected, starved – such was my – our – lot in life. Neither human nor animal, we belonged to neither and we were the lowest of the low. A plough horse held higher status than ones such as I.
All that changed when he come and took me away from all of it – leading me hooded and collared from the only life I had known, into the greater world that lay beyond my wildest of imaginations...
I knew not what lay ahead for me...was I to be tortured in new and imaginative ways? What more could they do to one such as I? I was not a stag – despite my four tined antlers. I had a body like a doe, slender, feminine and weak. I did not possess the strength of others – so I was treated as a doe, in this, I found my path...
I was taken...
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I found myself in a stone walled room, my cloven hooves clicking hollowing and the echoes returning to my flattened ears. Timidly, did I breathe, my nostrils smelling scents I had no words to describe. I was blind – the tight hood over my head leaving only my nose and flattened ears exposed. My paws ached, bound with iron manacles that strained and dragged at my effeminate like wrists that were behind me.
Water... My mind tried to sort through scents I had no idea that which they were. Floral, sweet, something...else, elusive...
I involuntarily twitched as I felt my paws gripped behind me, then instinctively, I froze. I expected to feel the lash against me for my insubordination, even accidental. To my surprise, no pain slashed at me – just the sweet relief of my bindings being unclasped and removed.
I desperately wanted to rub at them, but I knew not to do such without being given permission. I heard the soft scuff of booted feet then my head was lifted – fingers under my chin. Obediently, I lifted my head up and those fingers began to untie the leather that bound the hood.
"Kneel," Come a stern voice. "Now."
I did not think, I did not hesitate, I done exactly as demanded of me. My furred knees met the ground and once more, I felt those fingers lift my head up. As I felt them slide either side of my cheeks, did I squeeze my eyes closed as my new master slid off the hood. I heard it drop to the side, landing on the cold floor on which I remained.
My head held up, antlers behind me, I kept this pose as best I could, feeling the coldness of the stone seeping into my legs and muscles. Again, I heard the sound of footsteps and something alerted me that I was being examined – almost like a human would examine a piece of meat at the markets. He walked around me again and again, making strange non-committal noises which made me afraid.
How many masters had I served? I do not recall. My last one, a cruel, obese and violent man – had grown weary of me and had thrown me to his slaves, telling them I was theirs, to be used and treated as a...
I will not cry, not before my new master, I can not...
Yet a tear slides down my furred cheek and splatters on the ground.
"You may stand." He tells me, his voice coming from behind me.
Obediently, I get back to my cloven hooves, keeping my head bowed and respectful.
"My god you stink," He growls. "Go, bathe, be certain to wash every part of yourself!"
Bathe? Oh...I understand now...
Timidly, I walk over to the large stone tank that lays before me then step into it and nervously lower myself feeling the hot water soaking through my fur and down to my skin.
Water, so much water, I can barely comprehend it! Such a thing nearly makes my mind become overcome!.
As a slave, we were given only the barest of such and our food was often mouldy and rotten.
Yet to immerse myself to my neck in so much water, it was almost beyond my ability to process. It felt so – wasteful!
It is scented with something I am a moment in recalling. Oils, distilled from plants. Often humans would wear such things, for what reason? I knew not why, I knew not to ask. Timidly, I picked up the cloth and began to wash myself from head to hoof.
Twice more, was I ordered to wash myself, the water being replaced as it turned rank and filthy from the dirt and worse that had covered me. At last, he ordered me out and I stood dripping on the stone, trembling from fear. He threw another cloth at me – a large one and told me to use it to dry myself. I understood this and I was thankful for it.
Such kindness? I knew not what to make of it... was this all some elaborate ruse to raise my hopes and dreams? Only to cruelly snatch it away? I wish I knew. All I did was dry myself as best as I could, until the cloth was wet and dripping.
"That will do, now, come..."
He turned and left, and I obediently followed my new master. Timidly, I looked up and took in his form, dressed as he was in fine clothes and a faint scent of oils clung to him, masking his masculine scent, or so he thought – but to one such as I, it did little to hide it from my sensitive smell.
He lead me into a hall as such as one I'd never dreamed of – beautiful, expansive, my mind could not fathom the words. Before us lay a trestle table laden with all kinds of food. It assaulted my senses and I felt my salivary glands fill my muzzle with the viscous secretions which forced me to swallow again and again as I struggled to suppress them.
"You are a deer, as such, well, let me see - "
He picked up a silver plate and began to pick and choose amongst the smorgasbord before him. Fruits, vegetables – some I knew, some were exotic and to my smell, beautiful beyond any words I could fathom.
Other scents made me feel sick and nauseous – a whole roasted pig sat surrounded by greens, a baked apple in its muzzle and with a frightened glance, I saw a young deer carcass, gutted and roasted, taking pride of place on the table.
Was this what happened to his last slave? Have I been bought by a human of such unimaginable cruelty that he would eat one such as I? No...that carcass is not one like I am, I see that now...
Expecting to be fed scraps, if I was lucky, he shocked me by placing the plate on the table, then pulling out a chair.
“You will sit here, please...”
That please, sounded like an afterthought. I was a slave, a...creature, expected to obey and comply with my master's wishes, yet he spoke to me with kindness and civility? Timidly, I come forward, then nervously sat, placing my paws on my lap and bowing my head. I was a slave! I had no right sitting at my masters table, let alone...
“Eat, please?” He told me, then placed a hand lightly on my shoulder. “You must be famished.”
I was, beyond famished, borderline starved – but to eat before my master? Such was unspeakable and...
“You will eat...now...” He told me.
Given a direct order, I obeyed. Using my fingers, I began to pick up something, when he growled and clapped his hands loudly behind my head, making me jump and squeal in terror.
“Use a fork!” He commanded me.
Utensils? Slaves were forbidden to use such things by their owners, but his command was my order, so I fearfully picked it up and carefully poked it into a carrot sliver. Raising it to my mouth, I inhaled the scent of it and felt my stomach twist within me.
“You may eat, go ahead.”
Fearfully, I opened my muzzle and slipped the carrot in, chewing it and feeling its sweet, sugary taste against my tongue. More food followed, as my hunger overcome my fear. I ate voraciously, as I sensed my master looming behind me and watching.
After half an hour, he ordered me to stop. I was still hungry, but I believe I understood why. Never having had such rich and varied food, I stood a very high chance of making myself sick.
He placed a hand on my neck and I trembled, I couldn't help it – so many light, gentle touches had quickly turned dark and painful – but he stroked it and as he felt me quivering, he paused then sighed softly.
“I am not a cruel man,” He spoke quietly. “I will be firm and forceful with you if I must, but I will not be cruel and violent. You will obey me, when you are spoken too. Do as I ask of you, when I ask of it, and you shall find yourself rewarded. I care not for your past, what was done to you, was done to you but not by me. Do you understand?”
Did I answer him? Did I nod? I did not know.
“You may speak.”
“I understand, thank you master, I will obey and do as you desire. Your wish is to be my order. I exist to serve, master.”
He patted me gently on the shoulder and moved to stand beside me, where I could see him out of the corner of my widely spaced eyes.
“Long have I searched for one just like you...” He spoke, leaning against the table, crossing his arms. “A cervine, male, yet with just the right traits and qualities.”
I kept my eyes downcast, as was expected.
He gripped me by my left antler, down near my skull and pulled backwards, making my head lift up and back.
“Just one thing...a doe should not have these...”
My neck aching and throat exposed in a vulnerable position, I could only endure and wonder. Had he read my mind? I hated and despised my antlers, for I was no buck, I was a doe – at least mentally, as many of my past experiences had taught me how to please as such. It was almost ingrained into me to be one, for many of my previous masters had taken me to their bedchambers, on tables, bent over a chair... Anywhere and everywhere, sometimes cruelly, sometimes gently...
What would my new master wish of me? I had no idea, I could only wait to find out...
To Be Continued...