The Gharjin, Part 2: Hell Frozen Over
#2 of The Gharjin
A kidnapped jackal is taken to a training and mining camp on a frozen planet by a race of evil reptiles where he is processed as a slave.
"The Gharjin, Part 2: Hell Frozen Over"
by, WolfHound Baxton
All story and universe elements © WolfHound Baxton.
The Moroghu slaver ship, IMV Constrictor slowly approached the frozen world of Kyrasis. The dark triangular vessel was not very well visible against the blackness of space, except for the white running lights along its leading edge that gave away its presence as it floated through the void. The bright white planet loomed beneath the craft as it entered into orbit. Kryasis was a cold and unforgiving world. Long ago, it had been a lush planet, teeming with life, but now all that had come to an end to be encased in an icy shell of death. The planet had gone into a massive ice age, causing glaciers to advance to the equator, but for a few rare bare spots. Now, native life on the planet was limited to a few mosses, lichens, algae and tiny worms that could eke out a living from the icy planet, but this barren snowball also played home to another host of creatures. Located in the planet's tropical zone, where the ice was thinner and the air just a bit less frigid, was Ghar Korodin Camp 1728.
Ghar Korodin was the slaver agency of the Moroghu Empire - a brutal, militaristic slave society. The Moroghu, a race of scaly creatures resembling anthropomorphic velociraptors, had founded an empire on the watery planet of Moras millions of years ago, and since then have practiced a lifestyle based on the superiority of their race over all others. They have conquered what other species they could, forcing those they deemed useful to live into slavery for them. These unfortunate creatures, called "gharjin," or "slave beings" by the Moroghu, were forced to labor in vast chasms dug into the ground called, called slave pits. In this place they lived, toiled, suffered, and died, giving their blood and sweat for the glory of the Empire.
Ghar Korodin was a branch of the Moroghu Empire's military government that dealt with the capture, breaking, training, and distribution of slaves. It also was responsible for enforcing all laws and regulations having to do with slavery within the Empire. The military and the government in the Moroghu Empire were much the same thing. Draco Prime was the ruler of the Empire, but under him, the various conquered and colonized worlds were ruled by military governors and policed by the vicious soldiers of the Empire. All of these worlds required slaves for public building projects or other services. In fact, the entire economy of the Empire revolved around slave labor. Still, with the Moroghu being a very authoritarian alien society, there was no legal private ownership of slaves, since all property was controlled by the military-government and distributed to citizens and projects when applications for slave labor were approved. Ghar Korodin was the military branch that administered this system and also sent out slaver ships, such as the Constrictor to kidnap gharjins for enslavement. Such a gharjin now rested in a dark holding cell in the bowels of the Constrictor.
Kai Severns, a gray-furred jackal, lay passed out on the floor of his holding cell. He had been brought here some time ago, stripped, and left to await his destination.There was a dim light in the celing and solid walls all around. The door was solid as well. His captors had not even bothered to put a bed in this cramped and bare place. There were food and water dispensers in the wall the emptied directly onto the floor, forcing the slave to paw or lick up the slop that flowed from them. This was a very functional holding cell that was designed to hold the slave in place until it arrived at its destination, nothing more or less. He had difficulty sleeping in this place, as in his former life as an executive for a successful corporation in the UFK, he had been used to sleeping in a nice soft bed. Nevertheless, nature and exhaustion had eventually taken hold of him and he found himself crumpled up in a mass on the floor of the tiny metal cell. Kai's ears twitched as he heard the mechanisms on the cell begin to open.
As Kai lifted his head from his uncomfortable slumber, he looked to the open cell door and saw the booted feet of the guard who had come to retrieve him. The Moroghu guard's feet were shaped like those of a velociraptor. They were covered by a thick leather boot which strapped on higher on the leg. The huge scythelike main claw of the creature was left to protrude forth through the side of the boot. This Moroghu had enhanced his sickle claws with a metal coating and spikes to increase their lethality. Kai's eyes traveled up the form of the scaly creature, finally locking onto his thin serpentine face. He recognized the features of the same Moroghu who had retrieved him from his ship earlier and put him in this place.
Kai lowered his ears and took in a deep breath. He was angered by the treatment he had so far received from these creatures, having undergone a humiliating medical examination some nights before. He didn't want to think what this one might have in store for now. "What do you want from me!?," shouted the jackal.
The lizardly creature leered down at the jackal, holding a long black baton in his clawed hands, "It's not what we want, it's what we have. We have your life now, and will control it from now until you die, which you can put off as long as possible by being cooperative."
The jackal lowered his head and sighed. "You own nothing of me. I still have my freedom of will. You may control my body, but you will never control my mind!"
The black-uniformed reptilian shook his head dismissively and smiled as if he had heard these words from countless beings before only to see them proved wrong. "I think not... We will have you soon begging for our favor." He motioned down to his clawed and booted feet with his baton and then calmly issued a command to the jackal: "Crawl to me."
Insulted and angered, Kai now stood up boldly and brazenly in his cell, his lips shuddering as he was filled with anger, but also with fear which he masked behind his stern and stony face. "Make me!" He declared.
The Moroghu lifted his lips a bit and showed his rows of sharp teeth, then pulled his baton back and delivered a powerful blow aimed at the jackal's stomach, causing him to stumble and grasp at his gut in pain. Groaning and weak from his previous treatment, he fell forward, but managed to catch himself, putting his paws to the floor and ending up on all fours. The Moroghu followed up the action with another blow from his baton, now aimed at the jackal's back, which sent his body collapsing all the way to the floor.
"I said," the Moroghu calmly intoned, interjecting a pause before continuing, "crawl to me..."
Kai groaned from his place on the floor as pain radiated through his back and stomach. He put one of his paws forward and grasped at the floor, slowly pulling himself forward. As he did, the Moroghu stepped backwards, retreating into the corridor and forcing the jackal to follow. The jackal now just did as he was told, continuing to wriggle his legs lightly and pull his bare-furred body across the floor until he was out in the corridor with the guard.
The Moroghu guard stepped his foot on the back of the jackal's neck and held him down to the floor hard, causing him to choke a bit as the reptilian leaned down and took hold of the jackal's hands in his claws, pulling them behind his back and securing them there with a pair of cuffs that hung from his belt before attaching a leash to it. He leaned down to whisper into the jackal's ear. "Today is the day you meet the rest of your life..."
Lieutenant Vaseare, commander of the Moroghu slaver ship Constrictor, entered his bridge briskly and took his position behind the command console. He looked over the smallish cramped bridge and the sight of the glowing white orb of Kryasis on his viewscreen.
"Message from Draco Sivith, sir. He wishes to speak with you about something."
The commander motioned to the screen and nodded to his communications officer, "Put him on."
Draco Sivith's winged image appeared on the screen. Sivith was a Draco, one of the princely caste of the Moroghu Empire. Unlike normal Moroghu, the Dracos hatched from their eggs with wings. Capable of flight, the were naturally more intelligent, stronger, and more cunning than the average Moroghu. Nobody was quite sure why or how it happened, but a certain number of hatchlings in the Empire emerged this way. Interestingly, it didn't seem to be connected to parentage, as the offspring of even pure Draco pairings were not guaranteed to produce Dracos in any greater amount.
"Greetings, your excellency," intoned Vasheare. "We have filled our quota of slaves and are ready to deliver them to the camp. I also have something else that you might be interested in..." The ship captain held up the trinket from his pocket and showed it to the Draco. Vasheare knew that Sivith had an intense interest in Terran artifacts, and the beautiful golden cross, set in a gold circle, looked like a particularly good find.
The Draco's eyes lit up, pleased at the curiosity held before him on the screen. The sea-blue scaled Draco had an interest in old Terran artifacts. The jackal slave had been taking this device to an unknown buyer. Though the buyer was excited over the object and called it the "Crux of Terra," most authorities insisted it was an old Moroghu artifact, but the eyes of an old Moroghu could see the difference. This was a Terran artifact from the fabled days of the Knights of Old.
"Oooh, the symbol of the ancient Knights of Old!," exclaimed the Draco. "I would be most pleased to add this piece to my collection. Hmm..., by the size of it, it looks as if it may have been the medallion of even one of the knights themselves."
"I am most honored to present this gift to you my lord," announced Vasheare. "In fact, I will teleport it down to you personally." Vasheare knew that a gift was an occasion to gain favor with a member of the exalted Draco caste of the Empire, thus protecting his position and possibly securing his own advancement. While it was Imperial dogma that the ruler of the Empire, Draco Prime, was immortal, it had been common knowledge for millenia that the reigning Draco Prime often died and was replaced from among the Dracos with the successor being decided by a most secret, ancient and deadly ritual.
"It pleases me, captain," announced the Draco, "to accept this gift from you in person. Set your vessel in a standard orbit of the planet and I will transmit the coordinates for my office as well as the processing chamber."
Vasheare order his navigator to move the Constrictor into the ordered position, then left for his cabin to don his medals and dress attire for the evening with Draco Sivith before heading to the ship's translocator. The translocator was a technological development that had been conceived of by the Moroghu scientist Ak'shrion after the first Terran war and arose from the need to transport personnel and equipment quickly from one location to the next. It worked by breaking down its target into its base molecules and then transmitting it to be reassembled at another translocator station. Though many races had copied this device in the time since, Ak'shrion was the original inventor of the device and Moroghu translocators were some of the finest in the galaxy. Even so, the technology had some drawbacks. For instance, teleportation could only occur between a transmitter and receiver station. Matter could not be picked up or set down outside of the translocator chamber. Also, occasionally separate objects in the translocator stream could sometimes be confused by the computers and fused together into one object. This particular downside had caused havoc with many slave test subjects until the technology was finally perfected, with spinoff technologies such as advanced genetic manipulators and surgical applications. The captain clutched the artifact tight in his pocket as he stepped on the pad, the red lights and effects of the translocator's sequence beginning to cascade over him as he was deconstructed to be sent to his destination.
Kai and the guard who had removed him from his holding cell materialized on the translocator pad in Camp 1728's processing room on Kryasis. The processing room had a few lockers and boxes for storing slave uniforms and collars, a small holding cell area and a window looking over the frozen landscape, including Camp 1728. This room was part of a tower some distance from the camp that also housed an off duty lounge for camp guards and a landing pad for ships to arrive. The ceiling was lined with glowing fluorescent light tubes that glowed off the metallic floor and walls. The walls themselves were lined with red and black-tinted propaganda posters depicting the glory of the Empire and the futility of defiance.
The guard had ahold of Kai by the fur of his back. The jackal's resistance had all but disappeared for the moment. His face was lowered and dejected as the guard marched forward with him to the processing area and thrust him to the floor before the guard on duty. "Here's the next one of the scums. Hope he lasts longer than the ones from the last batch."
"Excsscelent!," hissed the processing officer. This one a rather lithe female Moroghu. The females of the species were a bit smaller and had a somewhat more feminine body shape, but lacked the prominent breasts of mammalian species. This one was dressed in light armor, which protected certain vital areas but revealed her scaled figure well enough in others. She wore special markings on her gear that marked her as an inquisitor. This group of Moroghu were typically used to investigate signs of rebellion among slaves or even among the general population and had a way of using pain to induce compliance, but for now this one was assigned to processing duties."I can see this one has a rebellious spark within it," she said as she approached him. "I intend to put it out for good."She began to walk in a small circle around Kai as she observed his body, reading his feelings and sensing his fear through his slightest movements.
The guard from the Constrictor looked on and remained still with his claws clasped behind his back. His eyes turned down and he saw the jackal's lowered twitching a bit. The scaly guard's eyes lit up with satisfaction as he smirked at the condition of this prey.
The female Moroghu began to unfurl a long whip from her belt. She looked down at it for a moment and stroked it gently with one of her clawed hands, the way one might stroke a cat's tail, before looking back up to the jackal. She pointed to the ground and then shouted at him harshly, "Pushups, boy!"
Kai stiffened a bit. He suddenly felt a bit of defiance well up in him as he recalled old books he had read and shows he had watched about heroes who resisted oppression non-violently. He stood straight up and looked forward towards the opposite wall without saying a word, but this wall-like stance was soon shattered by the cracking of a whip.
"On the ground, slave!," shouted the inquisitor. "I gave you an order and I expect to be obeyed!"
Kai yelped and stumbled backwards as the whip dug into his bare-furred stomach, his ears flattening back to his head as his resistance melted and he crawled down to the cold metallic floor of he chamber. He just laid there for a moment on his belly, shivering with his bits cruelly touching the cold metal floor. Though the interior of the tower was heated, the cold air from the outside still penetrated the thick walls to some extent, causing the fur of his back to prickle with the cold.
The sound of a whip cracked loudly in Kai's ears now, causing them to jump. Though the actual whip did not touch his body, he yilped loudly as if it had and began to do the ordered pushups, his heart beating quickly as air began to pump in and out of his lungs. Looking forward he saw the two armored and clawed feet of the reptile beginning to stroll in front of him. He looked up at them for a moment and then back down to the floor as he concentrated on the exercise. "H.. how many?," he nervously asked through the exertions.
"Until I think you're good and done," hissed the female, holding her whip once more by then handle in one hand, the body of it gently cradled in the other down the length of the whip, about six inches from the handle. She looked down at him, letting him continue a bit and feel the ache build in his muscles after a while, nodding her head slowly pleased with herself.
Kai closed his eyes and grunted as he continued the pushups, hoping he was doing them fast enough for the reptile. After a moment, he felt the heavy weight of a foot on his back as he was shoved down harshly onto the floor. Kai grunted loudly, his forepaws splayed out forward across the floor as the inquisitor pressed down on his back, squeezing the air from his lungs and making it difficult to breathe. His head faced forward towards he lockers in front of him, but then he strained his head a bit to attempt to catch a glimpse of his tormenter. His eyes beheld two scaly claws coming towards him, bearing a huge metal ring which was soon snapped around his neck. His ears picked up the whizzing and beeping of some mechanism in the collar that locked around his neck as he turned his head forward again. A panel on the front of the collar lit up with the text "SLAVE 1728-125."
The female leaned back up, keeping her armored foot on the back of the jackal for now as she began to taunt him. "You look good with a collar on, boy? I wonder what your name is... was, rather. You don't have a name anymore. The number on your collar is what you will be called: "Slave 125." She finally lifted her foot off his back, releasing him and allowing him some air. "Stand, slave!"
The slave gasped for air now, his lungs finally filling up as he was allowed this breath. After taking in a few breaths he slowly tried to pull himself up from the floor of the processing room, only to receive a kick to the side, knocking him back down to the ground onto his opposite side with a thud. "Oof!," he exclaimed as the inquisitor loomed over him once more.
"I told you to stand!," shouted the inquisitor, apparently not satisfied with the speed of the slave's progress.
Kai quickly stumbled back up to his feet, moving as fast as he could, panting and feeling depressed and confused. "But.. I was trying to stand! I--"
Kai's speech was interrupted by a clawed hand slapping him across the face. "Keep that trap of yours shut, slave! You'll speak when spoken to and no more," quipped the inquisitor. Her eyes lit up for a moment and she reached for her belt, grabbing a muzzle that was also hanging from it and then held it out in front of him. "Lean forward, slave!"
Kai looked up for a moment, over the sholder of the inquisitor. The guard from the Constrictor was still there, looking over the proceedings. His face betrayed that he was quite amused with the situation and watching with rapt attention. His claws were also dangerously close to his sidearm, convincing Kai of the folly of disobedience in this situation. He slowly, with ears submissively lowered, leaned forward towarrds the inquisitor, his eyes turned up as he looked in her face, only to see the cruel leather muzzle slide over his snout, dextrous and thin scaly fingers delicately tightening it and securing it with a lock behind his head.
The femme reptilian grabbed the slave's muzzled snout in her hand, long fingers ending in long claws wrapping aroudn it as she looked down into his eyes. "Now you'll be a good dog, won't you?" She asked, sarcastically, then forcibly pulling the slave's head to make him nod up and down. "I thought so."
She released his head and then began to walk around him slowly again, her tail curling around him as she did, moving towards the lockers. Kai blushed under his muzzle, ashamed at the predicament he was going through. It was only made worse as he saw the reaction of the male guard beyond, his belly and chest heaving lightly, the toothy smirk on his face betraying his amusement at the jackal's predicament as he silently chuckled.
After opening the lockers, the female moved back and thrust some pieces of cloth into the jackal's paws, which he grasped. She pulled her hands away, almost as if she was glad to have the material off of her hands. "This is your uniform, slave!," she hissed at him. "Put it on! And be thankful that you have anything to wear at all in this cold place!"
The muzzled jackal quickly began to put in the uniform. It was made of a basic orange material, somewhat like a prison uniform. It looked a bit dirty, as if the creatures here didn't wash them much or as if they recycled them, giving them to a new slave when one slave died. It had the red triangular Moroghu symbol both on the left chest and the back, with the word "SLAVE" printed across the right chest and also on the back. It was further tightened and secured by belts across the width of the uniform. Kai lowered his head in shame as the female Moroghu locked a pair of wrist cuffs and a pair of ankle cuffs onto him now. He sighed, not daring attempt anything with the male guard looking over the scene. He lost sight of the inquisitor, who had circled him again, moving back around behind him. He took a deep breath, wondering what would come next, when suddenly he felt the female's whip wrapping around his legs tightly and pulling them out from under him.
The newly enslaved jackal fell once more to the ground with a thud, the claw of one of the female's armoed feet poking his side as she shouted a command: "Up!," causing the slave to crawl awkwardly up onto all fours.
The inquisitor hissed a command to the male guard to come to her aid, then bent down with him as they chained the muzzled slave's wrist and ankle cuffs together, rendering him incapable of standing up. As the inquisitor dismissed the guard, who teleported back to his ship, she pressed a button on her control belt and held out a leash holder, causing a magnetic chain to dart from the slave's collar and make contact with the holder she held in her clawed hands.
The slave was wearing one of the infamous SED, or "subjugation enforcement device" collars. All of the Empire's slaves were fitted with these collars when they were processed. The collars locked around the slave's neck permanently, and contained tracking systems to pinpoint the location of missing or escaped slaves. Also, they contained a built-in disciplinary tool in that they could be remotely commanded to choke their wearer by an authorized Moroghu guard or slave handler. In addition to all of this, small explosive charges were placed in the collar that would detonate if the collar were tampered with or compromised in any other way. These explosive bolts were just powerful enough to sever a slave's head but not enough to be of much danger to anything beyond one foot away from a slave's head. The visual impact of a misbehaving slave being violently beheaded was often enough of an example to induce compliance in other rioting slaves.
The inquisitor gave a tug on the slave's leash, pulling him by his collar a bit, causing him to move forward. The slave found that the chains between his cuffs prevented him from standing up, keeping him locked in this beastlike posture as he followed behind the inquisitor, crawling across the floor like a dog. She brought him to the translocator pad and took a place on the center, also bringing her "dog" with her. With the quick press of a few keys on the female Moroghu's control belt, the light and effects of the translocator's process began to flow over their bodies.
The two materialized in the translocator booth on the surface of Kryasis, near the camp. Kai began to yelp and whimper through his muzzle at the sudden intense cold. He shivered and shook, his tail jittering behind him as the female wrapped her arms around herself for a moment. The thermal insulation she wore under her armor kept her from being more than just a bit uncomfortable, and the Moroghu, unlike many other reptilians, were warm-blooded creatures.
The female Moroghu, moving with a certain grace and poise, stepped off the translocator pad and began to make her way down the walkway towards the gate of the complex. Kai's fingers curled up a bit as his paws left the relative warmth of the translocator pad. The reptile and her "dog" passed through the massive gate of the complex, set between two concrete columns attached to a tall and thick perimeter wall. As they entered the gate, which bore a large metal sign over its top reading: "Camp 1728," they at once began to cross a bridge over a large pit, the rim of which was flush with the perimeter wall.
The bridge had a grated walkway and was held up by support beams coming from the icy walls of either side of the pit. As the Moroghu and her slave crossed the bridge, the heat of the pit rose up to greet them. Although in the midst of such bitter cold it was more a welcome relief than a problem, the heat of the pit and the sounds emanating from it told of the great energies being unleashed in its depths - slaves groaning in pain as they labored in heavy chains, punctuated by the sounds of the whips and the shouting of the guards in the midst of the heat lamps. Finally, both dog and master reached the other side of the long bridge to arrive at the training camp.
The camp had an asphalt central assembly ground with a running track and some tools for public punishment such as a whipping post and a hanging cage. A large podium for an officer to stand and make announcements from as well as a tall flagpole bearing the feared red, white, and black emblem of the Moroghu Empire stood in the center of the assembly ground. Small military buildings resembling barracks and airplane hangers were arrayed circularly about this central yard. The Moroghu led the restrained slave jackal across this wide yard to one of these buildings, labeled with a large sign over the door, reading "Slave Barracks."
The interior of the slave barracks appeared nearly as harsh and cold as the exterior, though the heating inside the building kept the bitterness of the outer air somewhat at bay. Two long lines of cells adordned each wall of the barracks. At the far end of the barracks was a small area for slaves to be fed in shifts, as well as a food dispenser that spat out the specially formulated slave food they were to be fed. Two other armed guards patrolled along a catwalk above the cells as the slaves huddled fearfully in their cells. The cells themselves were sunk down below the level of the main floor of the barracks, a sloped floor leading up from the bottom of the cell to the barracks floor. Over top of these were placed strong prison bars, with sliding and locking bar doors above each sunken cage itself. These bars also sloped up at an angle to meet the catwalk over top of the cages. As the scaled creature entered the barracks with her restrained slave in tow, still bound on all fours, some of the other slaves came to the doors of their cells and grasped the bars, hissing and snickering at the new arrival and his predicament. The female smiled, seeing their attitude, and took the jackal over to the cell containing what appeared to be the most energetic slave, a rather strongly built male hyena who bore a sadistic and hungry grin. The Moroghu unlocked the cage and pulled it open briefly as she unleashed the jackal, giving him a kick down into the cell below as the door slammed shut behind him once more, followed up by the sound of an electronic lock as the female Moroghu, satisfied with her handiwork, left the scene.
Kai tumbled down the ramp towards the dark bottom of the cell to the feet of the hyena slave. He groaned, muffled by his muzzle. The Moroghu who had brought him here had left him in his restraints, so that he was still unable to stand, his ankles and wrists held together by a chain. As Kai squirmed helplessly, the grinning hyena slave, also collared and in his orange slave uniform swaggered up to the Jackal and rolled him further over onto his back with his footpaw, giving Kai a good view of this slave's collar, reading "SLAVE 1728-101."
101 looked down onto Kai's collar and read the numbers. "125 I see it is, well 125, when you're in these cells, you ought to know that I'm the boss round here."
Kai sniffled and whimpered in the muzzle, trying to paw at it with his restrained hands that could not reach his face, giving an observer the cute impression of a playful puppy as he struggled against his restraints, his forepaws and hindpaws both held directly out from him.
"Aww! What's the matter, boy!?" sniveled 101. "Do you want my help getting out of those mean old nasty things?"
Kai nodded enthusiastically, breathing a bit nervously as his tail curled up between his restrained legs.
101 stood over the new slave, straddling him for a moment and leering down at him before stretching one of his footpaws forward and poking it at the tip of the jackal's muzzle. "You want my help with that do you boy?"
Kai emphatically nodded up and down. He was desperate to get out of this uncomfortable situation, just so that his brain could even take its bearings and make sense of all that had happened to him and around him.
101 moved to the side of the new jackal slave now, reaching down and grabbing hold of him, pulling him back up to be raised on all fours so that he wasn't at least completely helpless. The hyena then circled around the back of the jackal, grabbing his tail and giving it one long stroke before moving around to the other side and then examining his muzzle. "I think I can help you with this, boy... but it's going to cost you..." The hyena reached up the sleeve of his orange uniform, bringing out what looked like a small shard of broken glass. He took it and began to cut at the muzzle to remove it, finally getting it off of the jackal's head, then tossing the shard over to a dark corner of the cell.
The jackal stretched his muzzle, sniffling and trying to pull his handpaw up to his face to stroke it, but couldn't due to the restraints. He only managed a slight doglike raising of his right paw. "Thank you, I ... rrf!,"he began, though he was interrupted by the hyena's handpaw gripping tightly around the bottom of his muzzle, pulling it up to look at him.
101 held the jacka's muzzle in his right paw and looked down directly into his eyes. "I helped you, boy... now you're gonna help me." The hyena moved his left paw now to undo the flap over the crotch of his orange slave uniform. "In fact, I'll make these sorta deals with you a lot from now on, pup."
Kai grunted and gave a soft, frustrated whimper, pulling against the hyena's grip and trying to let go. The hyena's malehood was already growing from the flap, approaching dangerously close to the jackal's nose. The hyena slave made a fist and held it in front of Kai's eyes for him to see.
Kai's eyes went wide at the sight of the fist, attached to the hyena's thick arm with its rolled up sleeves, chiseled and muscular from many fights and years of forced labor in the harsh environs of the slave pits. He nodded quickly, his ears lowered in surrender. He would do whatever he could just for all of this to be over. "A... alright," said the jackal. "I'll do whatever you say..." He then closed his eyes and opened his muzzle wide, awaiting the inevitable.
The hyena roughly grabbed the jackal's head hair from the back, pulling him forward as he shoved his member into the new slave's mouth, going all the way in and stuffing his throat, pulling his head up and down on his cock as he smiled at the warm wetness. "You'd better learn how to do this right boy!," he shouted. "I like a busy tongue!"
The jackal gagged as as the hyena penetrated him deep to his throat, then whimpered lightly through his full maw as the hyena pulled back. He had not had much experience before. His jaws ached terribly as he serviced the hyena, being forced to hold his mouth open wider and longer than he had before as he bobbed and slurped on the cock, struggling to keep his tongue away from it as he slithered and wriggled the tongue all up and down the shaft, using it as best he knew how.
101 held the back of the jackal's head tightly, his other paw planted firmly on his hip as he thrust forward into the new slave's muzzle, a grin of pleasure and power stamped on his face. Being a slave himself, he relished in the opportunity to exert power wherever he could, being deprived of all power even over himself in his larger life. "You learn fast, boy!"
Kai blushed deeply as he continued to pleasure the hyena, his maw smacking and slurping as he hyena continued to pull his head back and forth. His eyes turned up to greet his tormenter's face, but only finding a mixture of lust and pride written on the face of his tormenter in the form of a wide and toothy grin, gazing back down at him sharply with his piercing, deep green eyes.
After some time, the hyena pulled his long and thick tool out of the jackal's muzzle, rubbing the tip of it around the boy's nose, the paw on the jackal's head gripping one of his ears now, ready to twist painfully at any sign of resistance. "Mmm... nice and wet, now kiss it!," shouted the hyena. "Next it's goin' where the sun don't shine."
Kai began to develop a knot in his stomach as he heard these words. He had never been taken in the tail before and the only similar experience he had was the probe on the slaver ship before he had arrived.
"Turn around!," commanded the hyena.
Kai slowly lowered his head, his ears flattened to the back of his head as he turned around, lifting his tail and presenting for the hyena.
101 reached down with his claw and pressed it into the jackal slave's uniform, just below his tail, cutting a convenient hole there for access both present and future.
"P.. please go gentle," pleaded Kai pathetically. "I'm not like this.. I mean I've never done this before!"
"Quit yer whimperin', bitch!," shouted the hyena as he moved himself in behind the jackal, giving him a rough slap on the asscheeks and planting his wet and still excited maleness into the makeshift hole he had made, pressing it up against the rings of the jackal's tail-hole. "I'll do what I want with you and you'll shut up if you know what's good for you."
Kai yipped surprised at the sudden slap and lowered his head, sighing as he felt the member of the hyena pressing up against his hole threateningly, pulling his head up with a loud yelp as he felt the hyena push himself in as far as he could in one huge spear-like thrust. The jackal's eyes bulged with pain as the hyena reached up with his muscular arm, gripping Kai's head with his huge, clawed hand and puling him back by his head-fur as he violently thrust as hard as he could into the unfortunate slave.
Kai scremead loudly, his chained claws digging into the slats in the metal floor as the hyena violated him, thrusting hard inside of him as far as he could, hitting the bulge of the jackal's prostate with the tip of his tool. Kai punctuated his agonized groans with tiny little yips every time the hyena hit him in this sweet spot. Kai squeezed, trying to force the hyena out. This had merely the effect of heightening both the jackal's agony and the hyena's pleasure.
101 gave Kai's rump another heavy swat as he continued to pound him hard, leaning down and growling dominantly into his ear. "You're so tight, boy... too bad you won't stay that way long for me!" 101 took the scruff of the jackal's neck into a heavy mating bit, clamping down as he dug his claws into the jackal's side, closing his eyes. His body pounded with energy as he heightened the power of his thrusts, his rock hard meat leaking pre-cum into the jackal's tight rear.
Kai groaned in pain, lowering his head down now in utter dejection. He looked backward between his chained legs and could see the hyena pounding him, each thrust sending waves of pain through his rear and his gut.
The hyena, finally reaching the threshold of his climax, released the jackal's neck and pulled his head up towards the ceiling of the cage. His moan of pleasure resonated throughout the barracks, the other slaves clinging at their bars as they listened in and tried to catch a view of what was going on as the hyena's hot white seed flowed into the jackal's tail.
101 slowly extracted himself from the jackal's rear, leaving the jackal with a strange but welcome feeling of emptiness he had never felt before. Kai's relief, however, was short lived, as within moments the hyena slapped his wet cock on the boy's face. "Clean it, bitch!"
As Kai went about his sad and humiliating task of licking the hyena's cock clean with his tongue, 101 lifted his arms up behind his head and stretched them a bit. "I have a feeling you and I are going to have lots of fun times together, boy... lots of fun times."
Kai sighed as he finished his task, watching the hyena put away his cock. The jackal flopped over on the metal floor of the cage, resting on his side with a deep sigh, closing his eyes and trying to tell himself it was all some sort of vivid nightmare.
101 walked over to the fallen and exhausted jackal and knelt down on one leg, reaching a paw forward and resting it on his cheek. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it... now we'd better try and get some rest. We're probably going to be put on the pit work shift in the morning." The hyena softly rested a paw on the jackal's side and stroked it before laying down, laying his head on the jackal's torso, turning his head to the side and closing his eyes as he used his cell-mate as a pillow as Kai closed his eyes and vainly hoped he would wake up in his bed in the morning.
The story of Kai Severns will be continued in "The Gharjin, Part 3: A Slave's Purpose."