Sex Slave - 4: Annalynn, Jaylor, Timor
This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved.
My apologies in advance for this chapter. It contains rape scenes, explicit descriptions of non-consensual male/male sex, and has few redemptions. I wrote it because it is part of the story, and it introduces a couple of characters who we'll meet again. If you wish to skip this chapter, the rest of the story should probably still make sense.
Many thanks to editor Lin Hall for his excellent suggestions and open mind.
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Rees's dick was hard.
Rees was a breeding slave. He had been a breeding slave for Master Rim for seven months. He still spent most days digging, cutting, and hauling rocks at the quarry, but every three or four weeks he would be removed from the slave pens and taken to Master Rim's bizarre theatre. There, in the strange wedge-shaped room with no ceiling, in the center of an amphitheatre, he would spend two days having sex with a beautiful slave girl.
Sometimes Master Rim would watch from the audience. Sometimes he would not. Once, Master Rim brought a friend to watch with him. His friend had pleasured himself while watching, but Master Rim never did. Occasionally Master Rim spoke with Rees, usually either at the beginning or end of his session. Rees feared this man more than he had feared anything in his life and their discussions always left him quivering. Master Rim was ruthless, volatile, and clearly insane.
Rees had not been whipped since that first time, but he knew it was always a possibility. Master Rim did not need a reason to whip him. Indeed, he believed Master Rim would not hesitate to kill him if it suited his fancy that day.
Although the slave girls he was paired with were always beautiful, none compared with Arriene. No one ever could. He kept hoping he would see her again, but there was little chance of that. His friend Keven had reported to him that Master Rim said she was too smart to breed with himβand their baby would be smart.
Rees quailed at the thought of fathering slaves. His first time, with Arriene, he had not given it much thought, but once he realized that his main purpose as a breeding slave was to impregnate these women with his seed, he became much less enthusiastic. It dismayed him beyond grief to think that he would have sons and daughters he would never know, and that they would grow up in misery as slaves to Master Rim.
His master had made it clear. Rees's choice was to father slaves or to die a slow painful death. He chose to father slaves, but he hated himself for it.
Today, as he languished in the bathing pool in his room in the arena, waiting for his partner to arrive, his cock swelled in anticipation. As much as his thinking mind objected to forced sex, his organ had a mind of its own and, knowing that it would soon be thrusting into the warm, wet pussy of a beautiful woman, it responded with enthusiasm.
He did not have long to wait today. The door swung open and three slave handlers entered, one with a choke-chain device, the other two with whips.
This is different!
A bolt of fear shot through Rees.
"Out! Dry off!" one of the handlers barked.
Rees understood quite a bit of their native language, Kreoley, now. He jumped out of the pool and dried off quickly.
"On the __!" the handler ordered, pointing at the bed.
This had never happened before. Rees crossed to the bed and sat down apprehensively.
"Lie down!"
Rees lay down. His heart pounded.
What's going on?
The handler gave him an order that he didn't understand and followed it with a circular hand motion. Rees was getting pretty good at understanding their gestures too. He spun himself on the bed so he was facing the audience.
The handlers lost no time in securing his wrists and ankles to the manacles on the four posts of the great bed. Rees did not try to fight them; he knew it was hopeless. The cold hardness of the iron cuffs against his skin promised only grief. Rees tried to calm the panic that threatened to overwhelm him by taking deep, steady breaths.
As soon as they finished, the handlers exited and Rees was left alone with his grisly thoughts.
Staked down, naked and spread-eagled on the bed, Rees felt extremely vulnerable. He had no idea what wicked entertainments Master Rim had planned, but memories of the last time he'd seen someone chained to the bed flooded his mind with terror.
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It had only been a few weeks earlier. He was in the amphitheater for breeding, and a girl was forced into the room on her hands and knees. She was naked, as was usual, but she was also wearing the hooded choke-chain that the slaver handlers used to keep slaves under control.
Rees was always led to and from the amphitheatre wearing such a device, and it was certainly unpleasant. The handlers took no chances with Rees because of his massive size. He was easily a head taller than the average handler and well-muscled.
He had never seen a girl brought to him wearing the hood and chain, however. The slave girls were usually considered passive and were small enough to be easily controlled by other means.
This girl was very large, Rees noted, and he could tell she had been fighting them. Her well-muscled body was covered with a sheen of sweat and he could hear her gasping for air, which meant they'd been choking her, something they usually didn't do if a slave cooperated.
"Lie flat! Down!" the handler controlling the choke-chain commanded her. He glanced at Rees, recognized him, and chose to ignore him. After the first day, Rees had never fought the handlers and they knew now that he was passive.
The girl did not lie down. She raised herself onto her knees and gasped out. "Leave me alone! What the hell do you want with me?" She spoke Endoran, Rees's native language. The handlers usually spoke only Kreoley.
"He wants you to lie flat on the ground," Rees translated for her. "I recommend you do as he says."
"Who the hell are you?" she demanded. She was still hooded.
The handler lost his patience and slammed his foot into the middle of her back, causing her to topple to the ground. He kept his foot on her back, pinning her down. She fought him again, struggling to grab the chain around her neck and trying to twist away from his boot.
"You ___!" the handler yelled at her in Kreoley. Rees did not understand the word he called her. The handler yanked hard on the choke-chain, cutting off her air supply entirely. Rees could see that she immediately began to weaken. It wasn't long before the struggle was out of her entirely, and the handler loosened the chain around her neck just slightly.
"I recommend you stay as you are," Rees told her. "It does no good to fight them. If you lie still with your nose to the floor, he'll take the chain off and leave."
The girl, gasping for air, did not respond to him, but she lay still. After a few moments, the handler yanked the contraption off of her head and leaped back through the door, slamming and bolting it behind him.
She was on her feet in a second, hurling herself after him only to collide with the closed door.