Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
63. Holding Out For A Hero
chuck woke confused and disoriented...his eyes darting around, his
mind struggled to know when he had left the party. The muted light
told him little of his surroundings, but as he began to focus more he
could make out the IV stand above him, and the soft whir of various
machinery. He could feel the muffled blaze of pain in his groin, a
pain it seemed he had born forever. It was a familiar pain, but
unfamiliar at the same time. So often he had tortured and tormented
his own flesh seeking the pain he needed, that he barely remembered a
time his cock and balls did not hurt, but this was
different...something had changed, the familiar weight was subtly
askew. His hand crept towards his groin....Panic flared in the mans
mind, nearly pulling him back into the darkness, his hand had
encountered not the known touch of his own flesh, but a small lump of
bandages, skewered by a catheter. His hands remembered it as a larger
fleshier area...why then was the bandage so small the pain so severe
when he touched it. His hands flew to whip back the sheet. Heaving
upwards his eyes sought his cock as he ripped the bandages from his
groin...The house echoed with his scream of horror and anguish.....
Glen stepped down from the truck and walked around to where Brandy sat
waiting. Opening the door, his eyes searched her face. She turned her
face towards him shyly. She knew this house, knew what it held for
her...what it would mean. Gently she touched his face and nodded she
was ready. Glen took her hand in his and gently drew her from the
truck cab. Automatically Brandy began to sink to her knees before him,
and was startled when he gripped her hand tighter and pulled her
upright. She would be allowed to walk for the last time, to standup
right and walk into the house that would remove that ability from her
forever. Trembling she followed him to the door, it had been her
choice and her request. Tony opened the door a few moments after Glen
rang the doorbell.
NuBaby waited just beyond the foyer entrance, her head bowed as she
rested trying to ease the pain in her tongue and nipples. The cart
behind her attached to her cunt lips bore Tony's cleaning supplies,
and a large garbage bag. Her ears still echoed with the ring of chucks
screams. She did not know what had happened to the slave, but had no
hope that it had been anything good. She had nearly been knocked over
as DebiJean and Mary had raced to the basement, but other than the
pain of scrambling out of their way as Tony yanked her reins, it
didn't concern her. Her only thought was to keep the sadist who
controlled her as happy with her as possible.
Brandy followed Glen into the house, she could see the men talking
but...they blocked her view of NuBaby. She wondered if she would get
to see her friend while she was here...or even if the girl still was.
Glens tug on her started her forward again and her eyes widened in
horror as she took in the sight of what had once been her proud and
fiery companion. With a wordless moan she broke from her Masters hand
to kneel by Nu. Her eyes taking in all that had been done to the
girls' flesh. NuBaby saw the splash of tears from Brandy to the floor,
she could not look up, but could feel Tony's glare as his finely
polished floor was dampened. With a groan of pain, Nu bent her head to
the floor and tugging at her nipple chains licked it dry. She knew
that it was Brandy there...could feel the waves of anguish from the
girl. She wished that she could speak to her friend, tell her that
even though she was captive, tortured, nearly beaten and broken, for
some reason she found comfort in Tony's hands, found excitement that
had been missing from her life, and strangely value. Glen allowed
Brandy a moment to touch and be with her friend then pulled her back
to him, leading her into the living room to wait. Brandy's mind fell
into a turmoil of confusion. Her eyes followed NuBaby as she struggled
to start the cart rolling and followed her Master. Brandy had been
captured at the same time as her friend, and though her life was not
fully as she would have chosen, she found love and acceptance in the
midst of being fucked by Man and Beast. Glen slide her to the floor at
his feet and stroked his beloveds hair. He could see the troubled look
in her eyes, but knew of no way to relieve it.
Dude was up and around, though weak still and undergoing therapy. FX
on the other hand showed the strain of the past week, his sleep still
disrupted, the anger at Dude drained, but at himself still dammed up.
Dude watched as FX tried to function on too little sleep. He knew of
no way to apologize, to make it up to the man, and sighed. He would be
sold, or given away to another owner. FX would not put him out on the
street, but...Dude could see it was tearing him apart. Again and again
he lifted the Solo Flex bar over his head stretching the muscles,
pushing them to heal from the burns and not shrink. He had a lit to
think about. FX looked up from his phone call, watching the slaves'
muscles play as he exercised. It was the hardest phone call he had
ever made in his life. "Yeah...right...he is good, and well
...spirited...he will require a firm hand. Ok yeah...I can deliver
him...uh there is a bit of scarring from burns, he still needs
exercise and therapy...yeah I know that will lower his price...but not
much...trust me...he is worth every penny they will spend on him...why
am I getting rid of him...hmmmmm lets just say...we both need a
change. Oh? You have a few? yes I would be interested in taking a
look...Ok...I will bring him Saturday and look over your stock...well
you know how I like them Hakeem...yes...Ok see you then." He hung up
the phone and stared down at it. He looked over at his slave. He had
not been able to find a buyer for him, not direct...but he also knew
that Dude needed another owner. He could not be turned out on the
street. That would jeopardize his career, and could ultimately damage
the young slave. The only option he had left was The Auction...Dude
would find an owner there...hopefully a good one...but it was the only
route he had left. Hakeem knew the quality of his work...and would
arrange a private sale..Dude would not go on the block. But still he
felt it was the final betrayal. Sighing he pasted a smile on his face
and tried to look cheerful. It was the hardest acting job he had ever
done.
Grimli slumped in his bonds, the strain of standing spread eagled for
two days with little water and food, had taken it's toll on him.
Burned by the bright California sun, bitten by insects, his cock,
scrotum and perineal area pierced and ringed, he was a picture of pain
and dejection. He heard the sounds of lizette and wildrose climbing
back up the hill, the harnesses jingling tiredly as they bore their
owners home. His eyes never left the bucket of water before him. He
could see the insects floating in it, but to his thirst ravaged
throat..it still looked like pure nectar. Genes eyes scanned the
stallion standing there, helpless. He could see from the slump of his
once proud shoulders that he was near the breaking point.
Un-harnessing the mares, he led them over to stand quietly before
Grimli. Grimli could hear their squeals as Gene washed them down and
his head lifted...there was little in the way of thoughts going
through his mind. His nose registered the cold water and soap being
used on them, the scent of mares well used and in heat, he could feel
the stirring in his groin as his cock responded to the sweet call of
scent. A groan of agony escaped him as the rings yanked and controlled
his cock...it was the first time he had felt the pain of an
erection...even that choice was no longer his. Gene looked at lizette
and caressed her soapy sweet mons, drawing a moan of desire from her.
His fingers probed, deeper into her flesh, parting it as she began to
grind upon his fingers. Gently he rewarded his mare for her service
today, teasing her closer and closer to orgasm, and holding her away
from it. Grimli pulled against his bonds once then slumped back...he
knew there was no getting to the mares, and recognized that Gene was
demonstrating his control on his flesh...the rings, the bonds,
fighting him would do no good, it would only make it worse. Gene and
Eisanna Marie watched as the stallion fought his bonds and gave
in...they knew he was not broken, only defeated for now. But...he
would be more tractable in the future. Finishing off his mare he
completed her grooming, currying her hair and braiding it, then
leading her into the barn.
It was time to deal with the stallion. Gene studied the stallion slave
before he approached him. Picking up the bucket he turned it over the
slaves head, allowing the tepid water to race down his burned flesh.
Grimli chewed hard on the bit and chased the water with his tongue.
Picking up the water hose, Gene proceeded to scrub the slave down,
probing deep into his ass and massaging his cock with soap before
rinsing him. Grimli flinched and started to clench his ass tight, then
with a groan relaxed, as much as he resented and rebelled against the
probe by the man of his ass. The water felt so good on his burnt flesh
he could not fight it. Thirstily his body absorbed the water, the
cold, and his mouth felt as parched as the Sahara. He would give
anything for a taste of that cold well water racing over his flesh.
Gene was not so foolish as to release the male before him without
constraints. Un cuffing one hand he snapped the cuff lock to the
cockring and then brought the other hand down to join it. Grimli
nearly sank to his knees as the blood raced back into hands that had
received little enough of the fluid over the past 2 days. His
shoulders screamed in agony as the rotator cuffs unlocked for the
first time and cracked with the movement. Gene attached a hobble to
one ankle before releasing it, then drew the slaves leg over to
attached the other.Grimli was not quick enough, the muscles in his
thighs rigid from being stretched for so long. He barely had time to
think of kicking before he was effectively restrained. With a
heartfelt groan the man sank to the muddy ground beneath him. His body
aflame with the returning circulation. Gene turned to prepare a feed
bag for the slave leaving him laying on the ground. He had taken the
time to prepare a stall for him when he bedded down the mares, but
food was to be necessary in the training. Grimli eyed the water hose
as Gene entered the barn.
Merci woke...and looked around. The body next to her did not feel
familiar...it was not Skruffys. Slowly her mind cast back to the night
before, her screams of lust and fulfillment as the woman had possessed
her, had broken her skin and drunk her blood as the finest of wines.
Merci looked over at the face above the shoulder she rested against.
The eyes of the woman were closed, her breathing regular and slow..a
trace of dried blood on the corner of her mouth. Through all of her
fear and pain..it had been the most incredible night of her life. She
could hear Skruffy and Shadowmaker snoring gently. Slowly the camp
came to life...many of the SCA had left the night before...the faire
was over for this weekend and mundania called them back to a world
where the sword hung on the wall and a red pen did all the slashing.
Rising carefully not to wake the woman, Mercie set about preparing
breakfast. Skruffy would want to get on the road soon, and he was a
bear without coffee. Turning to re-enter the tent after setting the
coffee pot to heat, Mercie was startled to see the woman watching her.
A Blush rose over her face and she dropped her eyes...she did not
understand..but it seemed as if the woman looked through her soul. She
could hear the men rising, but could not tear her eyes away from the
blatant stare. Slowly the woman nodded and rose, drawing her cloak
about her. "WENCH...where's the java?" Skruffy reached for Mercie only
to have his hand intercepted by the woman. "Duggan release my wrist"
"No. You will not scare or hurt her...Not while I am around." It was
the first words that Mercie had heard the woman speak, though she
remembered the moans of pleasure the night before. She was startled to
note the British accent. 'I will buy her from you ...name your price."
Skruffy looked startled...he had never thought of selling his slave...
and truly had no intention of it. "$15,000.00" Skruffy set an absurd
price knowing the woman would neither spend that much on a barely
useful slave..or have that much on her. He was surprised when Duggan
reached for her bag and withdrew a pouch of Traveler's
checks...swiftly she signed each one..."Here is $5,000, now, give me
your bank number and I will electronically transfer the balance
today." Skruffy was speechless as he looked at the sheaf of paper in
his hands. Mercie did not hesitate...looking at the woman who had just
made a decisive call to buy her, she found one of Skruffy's check
books and handed her a deposit slip from it. "Quietly she gathered up
her things. "Where the hell do you think you are going!" "with my new
owner of course." "I haven't sold you!..I won't." "You have, you named
a price and I met it...never say things you don't mean." Duggan
gathered her belongings..."The money will be in your account before
you can get home...come mercie." silently the women exited the
tent..Skruffy stood speechless as he watched his slave disappear into
the early morning fog.
Mary entered the living room to greet Glen. "welcome back...has she
been giving you a problem? You surely don't want to return her to her
former life?" Mary's eyes took in the slender girl laying silent at
her Master's feet. She was surprised to see the slut dressed, but it
was Glens' decision. "No Mary...we are going to be married, but I need
your skills." "MARRIED??" Mary was surprised at his statement...had
the slave been elevated to free woman? puzzled she looked from Glen to
the slave and back again. "Yes...she has agreed to become my wife, to
willingly serve me and Bruno for life..but she had a request." Again
Mary was at a loss for words, request?..the girl could not speak..how
could she request. then it dawned on her tired mind...Glen had learned
to sign. "Could you remove her legs from the knees down as you did for
Marilee? Brandy wishes this to show her acceptance that she is nothing
more than a bitch dog, even though she is also my wife to be."
'Uh...Sure...Of course I would be happy to...consider it my wedding
gift, but I will have to do it later today...I just did several hours
in surgery already, and really need to rest a bit. Why don't you have
Tony put her in a cage in the basement and I will do it around
5.""Thank you...I will want to be here with her." "Of course...go
ahead and cage her now...I have got to shower and sleep."
Mary left the room, her own mind racing...would wonders never
cease...the girl had turned willingly to her slavery, captive though
she was. Karen had been permitted to rest, her body wracked with pain
and her mind overwhelmed by her night in the lab. Tom had retired
after the surgery and taken the girl to bed with him, allowing her
several hours sleep bound silently at his side. He looked up as his
wife entered the room...she looked down at the sleeping slave and then
leaned to kiss her husband. "Why don't you take her out for a
while...I need to rest." Tom smiled and dragged the sleeping slave off
the bed by her collar to fall to the floor. Snapped awake by the rude
awakening, Karen scrambled to her knees...her body shaking and
trembling in fear. She did not know what she had done wrong, but
feared that Tom was angry with her. Petting her reassuringly, Tom led
her from the room and down to the playroom. It was time for him to
have a bit of fun with the slut...and he knew just what he wanted to
do to her....she would not be hurt...Humiliation was more his
pleasure...but she would serve and suffer......Karen dared not look at
his face, but knew no matter what...it would not be the best of days
for her...especially when she looked down at the bowl he set before
her...The smell assaulted her before her eyes focused on the
contents...she could smell the piss that awaited her...but also the
redolent rancidness of human waste. Tom prepared to play........
