Training a Slave
Just a little female dominant story getting started.
Chapter 1
Captured
Seth felt the heavy weight of the cold iron collar around his neck and sighed heavily. Reaching up to rub the back of his aching head, he was reminded that his hands were bound as well. The chains clinked dully as he dropped his hands back into his lap and curled his thick tail further around his now naked body. He looked around quietly at the other males in the same predicament he was now in. Many were still unconcious, but those that had woken, expressed much the same disposition as Seth did.
Leaning back against the metal bars of the cage he they now occupied, Seth thought back to what had gotten him here in the first place. He had been a simple, common soldier in his countries army. Their leader, tired of showing fealty to a neighboring ruler had declared war. He'd claimed the victory would be easy, that they were ruled by nothing more than a spoiled, depraved, despot. How wrong he had been. The opposing military had fought with amazing organization, precision and no small amount of skill. When the battle was over with, their enemy had gone around and either ended the suffering of the fatally wounded, or captured those still alive. Before he had been knocked unconcious, Seth had even seen large carts brought in where both enemy and allied soldiers bodies had been placed upon them.
A rut in the road jostled the cage and pulled Seth from his musings. Turning his head enough to see ahead of them, he watched as a huge castle loomed in the distance. It was still hours off, but even from here it looked ominous. Closer though, was the walls of a town. Local guards were already lining up to greet the returning army. As the cages passed, Seth could hear the local guard talking about them, the prisoners of war.
The caravan stopped in the small town only long enough to switch out their beasts and allow the soldiers to eat a small meal. The prisoners were offered bread and water as well as healers tending to their wounds. No one spoke to them beyond the healers asking about pain, or other symptoms of their injuries. The prisoners had already been warned that they were not allowed to speak unless spoken to or they would be punished.
Seth's injuries were mostly minor though he did have a deep gash along the side of one knee as well as an arrow point embedded in his shoulder. He had already been told it would need to be surgically removed at the castle. Until then, healers applied a thick ointment that dulled the pain and kept out infection. His knee has been stitched up and heavily bandaged. He did his best not to move it over much for fear of tearing the stitches.
He at his meal quietly, choking down the bread and water while feeling sick to his stomach over being captured and wondering what kind of tortures awaited him at the castle. He'd never met anyone who had been there, or even anyone who knew anyone who had. All he had ever heard were rumors and none of them were pleasant. He shuddered, not wanting to think about such things.
Soon enough the caravan was on the move again, taking the young wolf closer to who knew what horrible end awaiting him. Seth tried to sleep, hoping to pass the time more swiftly, but his mind refused to rest, coming up with ever more horrifying ideas.
The sun sank slowly on the horizon as the caravan lumbered closer and closer to the castle in the distance. Torches were just being lit as they passed through the first walled gate. Seth looked around and noticed that this town looked like any other. People went about their business and guards walked their patrols. Many races gathered and lived here. Now he began to question his leaders decision. This place looked peaceful and normal, just like many of the towns and villages back home.
The caravan rumbled on, through two more large gates and into the central courtyard of the castle. Here it stopped and the prisoners were ordered out and into a line. Seth obeyed, though his ears twitched down and back in annoyance and pain as he moved.
Two ornately armored guards and a very elegantly dressed female descended the stairs and came to inspect the prisoners. She walked just ahead of her guards, inspecting each them in turn. Once she was finished, she returned to stand before them and address the captain who had brought them all in. "Take them all to be bathed. Have their nails cut short, their headfur properly trimmed, and chastity belts fitted to the youngest ones."
This last order made Seth jerk slightly in surprise. He remembered their leader calling the ruler depraved and now he wondered just what he had known and what was Seth about to learn.