Captive is a story set in roughly 500 AD Great Brittan. The story itself is fiction and contains a made up race of furry people known as the Cat People. The story, also, weaves elements of BDSM, Gorean, and sex.
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i awoke to the sound of a metal door closing. i was rather startled because it wasn't a sound that i was expecting. i stretched my hand and my arm hit a metal bar. i stretched my leg and it also hit a metal bar. i jumped quickly to my feet and soon realized that was a mistake to do. i sat myself back down on the ground and let my head rest upon my knee.
i rubbed the back of my head and felt a small bump there. i looked around my surroundings and quickly found that i was in a cage no bigger than the root cellar. i cleared my throat and let out a meow. i could only think that perhaps i had done something to displease Master and his servants had gotten a tad rough in putting me in this cage. It wasn't the first time that Master had me caged upon a whim of His.
my meow was soon answered by some scuffling feet behind the metal door. i turned toward the door way when it opened. A Man appeared that i was not familiar with. This did not bode well with me. Who was this Man and what was going on? i realized that if i was patient enough all of my questions would be answered.
"Well now if it isn't the pretty kitty finally awake. I hope that My men didn't hurt you too badly in the scuffle. I do apologize for that bump on your head. It was not My intent for them to have knocked you unconscious. I couldn't have you tearing my men apart with those sharp nails of yours. I dare say one of the lads will be steering clear of you for a while. I have had those nails of yours trimmed. "
The Man walked from the door way and stood by the cage door. He was tall with dark flaxen hair, a chiseled jaw, and his clothing was snug across his body's contours. i couldn't help but notice. The smell about this Man was one of power and of...well i couldn't quite place my finger on it yet. He reached inside the cage and tried to touch me.
i scooted back to the corner of the cage not wanting Him to touch me. My tail twitched around me as i appraised the situation. i kept waiting for Him to speak and to let me know what was going on. As the moments passed, i was getting angrier. This Man was not one of my Master's men. What right did He have to hold me in this cage?
"Don't go getting your tail in a bunch pretty kitty. I will hold you until I am paid what I am owed. I will treat you well and make sure you are well fed. If you can agree to be a good kitty I might even see fit to let you out of that cage. A good little kitty gets to wander around My home as a guest instead of a prisoner."
i simply glared at Him. Who was i to be held for ransom? i was just a slave in my Master's home. i guessed the Man before me knew that but i was thinking that He would need a reminder of it. i lunged at the cage's bars and He took a few steps back wards. i guess He wasn't expecting me to rush at the bars.
"Why do You hold me here? i am just a slave in my Master's home. i am not worth any ransom You might be seeking. i couldn't possibly have any true monetary value to You or my Master. Please, Sir, please let me go and show that me that You have a heart. i will not cause You any troubles. i will tell no one that You have done this dastardly deed."
The Man chuckled at me. He stared as if He was accessing my worth. i wasn't always a good kitty. i could always simply say that i managed to escape my captures as they slept. i could deny seeing the faces of those who captured me. What i wanted most of all at that moment was to be safe at home once more.
"Pretty kitty, I am amazed that you do not know who you are. Do you not know not know who you truly are?"
i growled at the Man for thinking He could tell me who i was. i knew who i was. i was my Master's personal slave. i did everything for Him. Then i began to realize that being what i was to Master perhaps made me valuable to His enemies. i knew the dealings that Master was into and the secrets He kept from the rest of the world. i swallowed hard not wanting to truly admit my worth for there was danger in doing so.
The Man stepped toward the cage's door and turned the key in the lock. i wanted to lunge for Him when He opened the cage up but a part of me sat there frozen. He finally spoke and i regained a bit of my senses. Just something about His proximity to me made a place inside want to be good and obey any thing He would ask of me.