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The Pit of Slaves and Masters: Why Hath Thou Come to Visit?

The Picture that Inspired this Story: http://www.sofurry.com/page/299634/user

Tavin dodged as his opponent, a great white elephant swung his dual swords at him, cutting him in his thigh. Screaming out in rage, Tavin lifted up his black ax and swung it down. They were both tired and the Elephant had the advantage of size and strength. Tavin, a Dire Wolf wearing only two studded belts hooked together by a single chain forming a "X" shape across his chest and ass-less chaps, stood only a few feet under the Elephant and was a large for his kind standing at 7ft 10in but still 3ft shorter than the Elephant. But despite that he had confidence that his wits, large muscles and a powerful swing would win out, or else he was dead. As the ax crashed to the ground it threw up a dust cloud, coating the entire Pit in a ghostly cloud. The crowd strained to see what was happening, clinging to the chains above the Pit. Tavin remained in place, crouched, ax still lodged in the ground. His eyes closed, he waited for the slightest warning of movement. Finally he felt it. Charging at him, the cloud of dust parted to reveal the Elephant, twin swords hoisted high above his head. Too close to avoid the blades, Tavin remained where he crouched and tensed his muscles. As the last moment before the blades came down to take their blood, Tavin heaved his ax backward, dragging it free of the ground. The weight of the ax combined with Tavin's strength sent it and its wielder flying backwards. The end of the ax, which was coated in gold, collided with the Elephants solar plexus, while Tavin himself rammed his elbow into the groin. In that instant, the battle was over as the elephant came crashing to the ground gasping in the mess of blood seeping from his mouth.

"Just kill me now and be done with it demon dog," he wheezed. Tavin just looked at his fallen opponent and grimaced:

"Not today Ravish, I am not like you. I fight with style and dignity."

Using his ax to hold his weight, Tavin limped toward the exit. It was not his way to kill a fallen opponent and as long as they were down he wouldn't disgrace himself as his master had done. Tavin growled as he thought of his former master, Secubis. There was a man who didn't care for anything. He killed without mercy and taking pleasure all the while. To his slaves, like Tavin, Secubis would strip everything from them that made them who they were: their name, home, family and friends...some even their ability to speak or ... he shuddered....genitals.

No one harbored more hatred for that man but him, Tavin. Tavin could hardly remember his past before becoming a slave. Secubis had come to the village when he had just turned 6 years old and he remembered every detail of what had happened that day. There were fires, screams, and the crunching of bones as he watched Secubis tear though his village. One by one his friends and family were mercilessly slaughtered. Ripped in half, stabbed through the chest or left to bleed out, it was all around him. No one who tried to escape lived and those who did were left to watch the suffering of others. Tavin had hid in the hay but quickly abandoned it when it was set on fire from a falling lamp knocked over by a villager attempting to escape. Secubis made quick work of the villager then turned to the crying child. But instead of killing him, Secubis turned and continued his path of destruction, leaving the Tavin in shock. Tavin fainted where he was left only later to wake up in a prison cell and wrapped up in a blanket. On the opposite side of the bars sat Secubis.

Secubis trained Tavin to fight in the Pitt and eventually was killed by Tavin in the championship match. Since then, Tavin has kept his position and every treasure he had won. 'Yes', he thought, 'my treasure, who shall I call in today?' Tavin went to his bed and fell onto it, wincing as he put weight on his wounded thigh. "I almost forgot," he grumbled. "Jeice! Get your ass in here!"

"Yes master?" A small black and gold Lion entered the room; he bowed his head and averted his eyes, "What have you summoned me for?"

"Fetch me one of my slaves, one who can mend wounds if you please." Tavin twirled his fingers to dismiss Jeice.

"Sir, we have no slaves of such capability."

"Then find me a new one god damn it you incompetent fool!" Tavin screamed lurching forward to strike Jeice, but he fell back as pain shot through his leg.

"Y-yes sir, I shall go find the new bloods for your reward," Jeice shuddered as he ran out of the room.

"I almost forgot about that part," Tavin grumbled to himself as he limped over to the half circle bench and sitting down on his pillows. On either side were tables that held an assortment of potions, drinks and lubricants. As a reward for each championship battle, the victor had a choice of either wealth, land or a slave. As Tavin had never been much for a standing ovation, he had left the Pit before prizes were issued. Now he regretted it, though he doubted the council would deny him his reward. Tavin smiled as the thought of a new slave. In how whole life time he had only owned 5, far less than all the other fighters. Most of the time he took money as a reward, being one of the VERY few who spent it on keeping his slaves happy well taken care of. He detested torture and to have someone live through anything like he had, so even though he treated his slaves with a cruel attitude, he did well to make them happy and safe. Tavin was defiantly a master in a class of his very own.

He grinned as he thought of his new slave, rubbing his sheath which glowed purple form his penis inside it. He imagined the thrill of thrusting into the slave, male or female, it didn't matter as long as they could mouth and play with him and there was a hole for him to stick it in. Tavin groaned as his cock emerged from his sheath. Tavin's cock was large, standing erect at about 9in without the knot and about 1ft 3in with the full knot; He grasped it in his paw and started to rub. Throbbing as he rubbed faster he envisioned the warmth and tightness of a wet pussy or a tight ass. His cock knotted and glowed as he growled just as he was about to release...

A knock at the door jutted Tavin out of his dream state.

"Enter if you wish," he called, making an effort to make his voice smooth yet loud with power. He picked up his ax in one hand and set it up right, slouching in his pillows to show off the full size of his erected cock, which had long since lost its interest. He growled as the door opened:

"Why hath thou come to visit?"

A lone female wolf entered the room; she was small, about 5ft 1in and was covered by a potato sack shirt and a cloth going all the way down to her feet in the front. Her fur was half white, half black with a red mane, belly, chest, stripes and tail tip. She was followed by Jeice who held onto her chains. Tavin raised an eyebrow, usually he had a choice of slaves and this lack of choice annoyed him. Sensing his master's annoyance, Jeice took a hesitant step forward:

"Master, this was the only one who knew how to mend wounds," he whimpered as he shut the door and bolted the door. Tavin growled and Jeice, turned slowly to see his master glaring at him, hand clenching on his ax and arm shaking from the tension.

"Please, show me mercy master," Jeice cried as he fell to his knees, bowing before Tavin.

"The only one you say?" Tavin raised his ax and Jeice cringed. Tavin brought down the ax, cutting the chain on the wolf, releasing her.

"Come here my pet," Tavin cooed to her, curling his fingers inward but he wasn't looking directly at her. He was looking at Jeice who cringed at his master's cold look. "You too Jeice. And please, tell me the name of my new slave."

"Her name is Destiny DarkFang, Master. She is one of the last of her pack and has come here to learn to fight. Sadly it looks like plans when terribly wrong," Jeice let a small smirk and cruel chuckle escape as he sat down at Tavin's feet stroking his good leg. It was known to all others that he detested female warriors, seeing them as inferior and out of place.

The female's eyes narrowed and she let out a low growl. Slowly, she walked over to Tavin, never taking her eyes off him or Jeice. Tavin noticed this.

"Do you find something interesting on us?" he growled with interest in his voice as he rubbed his still erect penis. "There is something I want you to do for me...Jeice said you could mend my wound."

He mentioned down to where the blood had stained his pants and the wound pink and fresh but it had stopped bleeding. Destiny nodded and kneeled down and examined Tavin's leg.

"It would work better with your pants removed," Destiny said in a blank tone.

"You address the Master PROPERLY, you whelp!" Jeice demanded as he rose to strike Destiny, who didn't respond or even seem to notice.

"Jeice, really, is this how we treat a new member to the family?" Tavin glared at his old slave and Jeice retreated to his spot down by Tavin's feet, flicking one of the corners of a pillow. "Now, Destiny, you wanted my pants off?"

Tavin stood up and unhitched his bondage stapes and slipped off his pants, tugging them over his cock, making is bounce as his pants fell to the ground. Out of the corners of his eye he saw Destiny staring at him, or more presumably, his bouncing cock. Tavin chuckled and sat back down, slowly. Destiny pressed her hands together and closed her eyes. As her hands parted, they started to glow bright orange. Destiny pressed her hands to Tavin's wound; he winced but as he did, the wound began to heal and by the time Destiny removed her hands, there wasn't any trace of the wound left Destiny scooted back and allowed Tavin to examine the place where his scar used to be.

"That little trick would be useful in a fight," Jeice growled, "perfect for cheating you way out of death."

Destiny growled at Jeice but stopped when Tavin placed a firm hand on her head.

"Now is not the time for harsh words my pets, now is the time for action," Tavin grinned and placed her other hand on Jeice's head. With a firm but soft push, Tavin forced both Destiny and Jeice's heads toward his full cock. Jeice took instant action, mouthing Tavin and rubbing him with a sandpaper tongue, leaving nothing to Destiny. Destiny tried to pull back but with Tavin's hand still on her head, she went nowhere.

"Jeice," Tavin murmured, Jeice looked up and stopped his sucking obediently and looked up to his master. Tavin sung his legs over Destiny's head and lay down on his pillows.

"Come and sit on chest Jeice, facing away if you may and Destiny, you position your little ass over me, you should know where."

Jeice got up and sat down on Tavin's chest, his one leg still on the floor and the other propped up on the pillows. Destiny undid her clothing letting it fall to the ground and straddled Tavin, facing Jeice and positioning herself so her tail-hole was pressed against Tavin's penis. Tavin growled in pleasure as he thrust upward pushing against Destiny, while grabbing Jeice's ass and rimming his ass. Jeice moaned as he unsheathed his claws, grabbing onto the closest thing to him, Destiny. Destiny yelped out but held back a growl and took the pain. Jeice groaned louder as Tavin continued to rim and Jeice's own barbed penis started to become erect. Tavin stopped rimming to speak too his two slaves:

"Jeice, position yourself that you are entering Destiny and fuck her. Destiny, you push yourself over me and start doing your part."

The two slaves nodded. Jeice grabbed onto Destiny but without the force she had expected. Jeice gently lifted her up and positioned himself under her. When she was in position he let go, letting her hold herself up while he adjusted Tavin's penis, pressing it up against Destiny's tail-hole.

"Destiny, there is some Lube on the far table nearest to you. That should help you slip it in," Jeice mumbled looking away from Destiny.

Destiny reached over and grabbed the closest bottle of Lube she could find. 'Red Rose Secretion' it read. She opened the bottle and was hit by the strong sent to roses. Jeice smelled it to and groaned in pleasure at the smell. Destiny squeezed some of the gel into her palm. She turned to rub some on Tavin's dick than onto Jeice's before replacing the Lube back on the table.

"That's better," Tavin mumbled as Destiny pressed onto his huge cock, slowly pushing it in while at the same time descending on Jeice's. Jeice growled and pulled himself deeper into Destiny. Destiny whined a bit as both males trusted inside her again and again pushing deeper and deeper until they seemed to bump into each other inside of her. Destiny gritted her teeth as Jeice pushed into her speeding up and biting into her neck finally thrusting deep into her pushing her back onto Tavin's raised end till his knot pressed against her ass. Then Tavin pulled back and then rammed into Destiny with great speed, pulling out and then performing it again while Jeice remained locked inside her ready to climax. Tavin also felt his coming. He pulled Jeice back out of Destiny while pulling out his own dick. He then pushed onto Jeice forcing him back in while giving one final thrust into Destiny, forcing his knot in. Destiny and Jeice let out a scream mixed with pain and pleasure as the trio climaxed. Jeice pulled out of Destiny slowly as not to tear her up too bad and licked the whimpering wolf's muzzle. Still stuck in Destiny, Tavin sat up, pressing Destiny and Jeice together holding onto both of them. If he was to be tied, he wanted to be tied in comfort.

End Part 1.

Story and characters © Killerwolf1020

About Part 2: If this And the artwork corresponding with this story are "popular" enough I will go onto another part of the story which rearranges the characters positions in the sex trio (having a male on male on female instead of a male on female on male). And if THAT one gets enough attention, there will be a part three centering around how Destiny is taken from Tavin by Skylar (from the picture "Yes My Master") and is broken by him. And if THAT gets enough attention i many even go into her freedom and the enslavement of the Fennec Fox Diamond (also form "Yes My Master").

So spread the word and give some love to these boys (and girl). If none of you have figured out by now, I'm fueled by the enjoyment of my readers and watchers. I strive to make art that pleases others as well as myself. And this small story will be a perfect way of having some fun with just 3 characters. And orgy may even come out of it with some cameos for slaves and minor masters. But we'll have to see about that. Only time will tell.