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“Marked as a slave” story update (violent content)
7 years ago
Hey, I’ve updated the “Marked as a slave” picture with a story bit. I’ll post it here as well.
Please note that there is violence and nonconsensual content in the story.
Here is the picture: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26101639/
Story:
Aaron’s life as a slave began in brutality and degradation.
The story below contains violent and nonconsensual elements such as murder, assault and sexual themes.
This piece was done by the wonderful Kuurnas: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kuurnas/
Visit it in their gallery as well: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26098129/
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Aaron wept, the tears stinging his blackened eye. His sensory world was distorted with the smell of blood, the pain of his battered body, the loud shouting and music in the club where he and other captives were on display. He could hardly see or hear and the chains cut into his ankles and wrists. The tight metal collar around his neck was chained to a metal loop bolted to a stage stained by blood and other bodily fluids. Kneeling in the filth and waiting his own turn on the block, Aaron tried to put out of his mind the horrors of the last few weeks. A pleading moan came into his mind along with the vision of a bloody face. Fuck....no....leave me alone. Aaron chokes as he remembers pulling the trigger and shame and regret would have made him vomit if he had anything to bring up.
Theo has said it would all be easy. His dealer was an idiot and Theo was sure he had incriminating evidence in the organizations computer system.
Aaron’s head pounded, his battered ribs creaked as he tried to breath past the collar. The greatest pain, though was the device they had clamped and pierced onto his cock. After his last escape attempt and the gangsters had beaten him again, they used a sharp toothed forceps to pull his flaccid cock from his sheath and they screwed onto and into it a steel cage to keep it stretched, pierced and exposed. Before coming onto the stage they had hit it with a hammer, the pain causing him to fall to the floor and cough up the last remnants of the gruel he had been forced to swallow for his only meal today.
Getting into the computer had been deceptively easy and Theo had embraced Aaron, telling him he loved him. The records they got would give Theo the chance to bargain for clearing his debts with these criminals. They pulled over in a park on their way home and had sloppy sex in the parking lot. He loved Theo so much.
A rough hand grasped his throat and pulled at the collar. Aaron squinted up through his bruised and puffy eyes at the large canine that unhooked his chain from the floor. The slave handler yanked the chain up, wrapping it around his fist until it was very close to Aaron’s collar. The large and muscled wolf pulled up harshly on the chain, lifting the small, thin and beaten rat to his feet.
The gangsters shot Theo in the leg as soon as the pair walked into their apartment. Before Aaron could register what was happening he felt a tightness around his throat and as he was choked out he watched Theo writhe in agony on the floor.
The harsh lights on the stage made it impossible for Aaron to see much more than shadows in the darkness of the club that extended out beyond its edge. The wolf jerked Aaron up and thrust him forward into the lights. A lizard of some kind was describing the merchandise to the crowd before the auction. Earlier a number of potential purchasers had poked and prodded him and the other captives before they had been brought out onto the stage. Several had noticed his fresh beating, but the Handler has assured them there were no broken bones.
The next thing Aaron could remember was the pain that woke him as a fist punched him in the balls. He could see only three shadowy figures just outside the bright light that illuminated, but also bleached out the broken form or Theo tied to a chair across from him. Theo was covered in cuts and blood ran through his dark fur. It took a moment to realize that he was still breathing.
“A fine bit of ass and good for domestic tasks...”’the autioneer’s voice penetrated Aaron’s feverish memories of the previous few weeks.
How long they tortured him before they put a shotgun against his head and a pistol in his hand he could not recall. He could remember Theo’s smashed and toothless face as they pulled the hammer back on the pistol. Aaron wept and blubbered protestations as the pushed the shotgun harder against his head. Theo’s remaining eye pleaded with him.
The bang of the gavel broke Aaron and he would have screamed if the collar had not been so tight.
“Sold! Lot A692357! To the Dragon in the balcony!”
Text and characters all copyright by me, Djt’Heutii.
Please note that there is violence and nonconsensual content in the story.
Here is the picture: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26101639/
Story:
Aaron’s life as a slave began in brutality and degradation.
The story below contains violent and nonconsensual elements such as murder, assault and sexual themes.
This piece was done by the wonderful Kuurnas: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kuurnas/
Visit it in their gallery as well: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26098129/
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Aaron wept, the tears stinging his blackened eye. His sensory world was distorted with the smell of blood, the pain of his battered body, the loud shouting and music in the club where he and other captives were on display. He could hardly see or hear and the chains cut into his ankles and wrists. The tight metal collar around his neck was chained to a metal loop bolted to a stage stained by blood and other bodily fluids. Kneeling in the filth and waiting his own turn on the block, Aaron tried to put out of his mind the horrors of the last few weeks. A pleading moan came into his mind along with the vision of a bloody face. Fuck....no....leave me alone. Aaron chokes as he remembers pulling the trigger and shame and regret would have made him vomit if he had anything to bring up.
Theo has said it would all be easy. His dealer was an idiot and Theo was sure he had incriminating evidence in the organizations computer system.
Aaron’s head pounded, his battered ribs creaked as he tried to breath past the collar. The greatest pain, though was the device they had clamped and pierced onto his cock. After his last escape attempt and the gangsters had beaten him again, they used a sharp toothed forceps to pull his flaccid cock from his sheath and they screwed onto and into it a steel cage to keep it stretched, pierced and exposed. Before coming onto the stage they had hit it with a hammer, the pain causing him to fall to the floor and cough up the last remnants of the gruel he had been forced to swallow for his only meal today.
Getting into the computer had been deceptively easy and Theo had embraced Aaron, telling him he loved him. The records they got would give Theo the chance to bargain for clearing his debts with these criminals. They pulled over in a park on their way home and had sloppy sex in the parking lot. He loved Theo so much.
A rough hand grasped his throat and pulled at the collar. Aaron squinted up through his bruised and puffy eyes at the large canine that unhooked his chain from the floor. The slave handler yanked the chain up, wrapping it around his fist until it was very close to Aaron’s collar. The large and muscled wolf pulled up harshly on the chain, lifting the small, thin and beaten rat to his feet.
The gangsters shot Theo in the leg as soon as the pair walked into their apartment. Before Aaron could register what was happening he felt a tightness around his throat and as he was choked out he watched Theo writhe in agony on the floor.
The harsh lights on the stage made it impossible for Aaron to see much more than shadows in the darkness of the club that extended out beyond its edge. The wolf jerked Aaron up and thrust him forward into the lights. A lizard of some kind was describing the merchandise to the crowd before the auction. Earlier a number of potential purchasers had poked and prodded him and the other captives before they had been brought out onto the stage. Several had noticed his fresh beating, but the Handler has assured them there were no broken bones.
The next thing Aaron could remember was the pain that woke him as a fist punched him in the balls. He could see only three shadowy figures just outside the bright light that illuminated, but also bleached out the broken form or Theo tied to a chair across from him. Theo was covered in cuts and blood ran through his dark fur. It took a moment to realize that he was still breathing.
“A fine bit of ass and good for domestic tasks...”’the autioneer’s voice penetrated Aaron’s feverish memories of the previous few weeks.
How long they tortured him before they put a shotgun against his head and a pistol in his hand he could not recall. He could remember Theo’s smashed and toothless face as they pulled the hammer back on the pistol. Aaron wept and blubbered protestations as the pushed the shotgun harder against his head. Theo’s remaining eye pleaded with him.
The bang of the gavel broke Aaron and he would have screamed if the collar had not been so tight.
“Sold! Lot A692357! To the Dragon in the balcony!”
Text and characters all copyright by me, Djt’Heutii.
