Am I a slave?
I wrote this yesterday after reading a book.
Am I a Slave?
Young tigress woman runs threw the woods at full speed for her life. She wished her parents left her at least a blade of some kind to defend herself with. And now all she could do now was run. Run to avoid the tortures of the wood. The creatures and beast that will rape her or kill her or eat her or even rape her and then kill her then rape her some more before sending her to the final resting place in it's bowels. The last thing she encountered was bats. The time before bandits. All she could do was run. Run away. Run past a tree. Run threw a creek. Just run. Eventually she began to tire. Her legs ached. She could barely breath.
She had to stop and rest. And then she had time to think. She saw this coming she knew. Her mother and father were poor and the growing seasons were bad. With a younger brother she knew the day was coming she would be sold. But the laws say you can not sell your children. A loophole she knew now experiencing it. An underage that runs away and caught as a slave is paid a portion to the parents as an acceptable bribe. She felt a fool seeing it with her in a torn night dressings. She thought the meal the night before tasted funny.
She was strong, smart and attractive. The buyer would pay a great deal for her. More than enough for her family to buy a new fertile farm her brother can inherit. She wondered if the slavers knew where she was. Would she fight it? Could she? Would accepting death in the wood be better. With that thought she shook her head. Her father and mother will rot in hells for what they done but her brother deserved better. An escape from her own fate now she knows they are willing to sell their own children. She will be accepted in the highest heaven for her sacrifice.
She had only stopped minutes when she heard something in the nearby underbrush. All she could do was look in that direction not having the strength to even normalize her breathing yet. She was tired, hungry and in pain. The sharp fangs of the dragonoid that appeared set her at ease a moment. It will be quick she knew. She closed her eyes accepting what fate dealt her.
When she opened them again she was in a bed. She shot strait up and found her head dizzy. Her hand quickly clamped over her eye as pain quickly accompanied her. A strong firm hand took the wrist that had her hand over her face and pulled it away to find a cup put there. " Drink this."
With that it all shot back to her. Her abandonment and her slavery. " Is it some drug to make me complacent." The stranger backed away and almost laughed as he responded. " I would not need drugs to do that. There are far cheaper methods."
She looked at the cup and focused on it. He was right. A simple stick or even a few sessions with his male member would probably break her at this point. She drank it and found the pain dulled and her haze lifted slightly. " You are lucky I found you when I did. You must have ran threw a poison barb thicket. Another hour and you may have never woke up."
She looked at the dragonoid stranger as he checks his sword. That moment she looked around the room and found a door and many other things. Most notable was a mark of the adventurer. It was not old and also well kept. That would explain why he was in the woods. " Tell me, am I a slave? Answer that and." The dragonoid put the blade down. " No, your not."
A surprising tear left her eye and she felt it on her cheek. " If you want to leave. I am sure you noticed a change of clothing and a few other things on the table. They are yours."
It was generosity she was not accustomed to so was not noticed. But it was obvious he was well off enough to give it. She starts to remove the blanket on top of her to find her chest exposed and put an arm over that instead but found her legs not wanting to move. " My family. I can not return."
The dragonoid paused his weapon maintenance, seeing that is what he is doing, and looks at her. " Your brother is downstairs. I got him a job here."
The question of where is here enters her mind and shown on her face. " We are three week travel south by wagon of your old home."
She then began to wonder how she got here without waking but then remembered that many have been found in the wood in eternal sleeps. She should consider herself lucky. " Did you, pay, for us?"
He only nods before turning back to his weapon. She considered her choices. Considered them closely and carefully.
The tigress spent several days considering everything. Considering her past. Considering her future. Considering that of her brother. Considering that of the stranger. The first night the stranger left her alone. Left an arsenal of weapons and gear behind with her.
She considered running. Went as far as waking her brother in the middle of the night and they reached the outreaches of the city before she became scared. Even more than when in the woods running for her life. She looked at the vastness open to her. Knowing if they ran then they really would be runaways. Hunted for years to come. Her brother was also tired and confused. As they moved threw the city he told her he was learning how to write and read and even do numbers. There was really only once choice left.
When they returned the dragonoid was there beside the door almost waiting for them. And now they were at church. Her head bowed in prayer to the mighty gods. All she wanted to know is how it had come to this. As the prayer ended and all raised upright again the collection plate was passed around. The dragonoid had put in a pair of gold coins for the three of then. Generous even for a noble. That is when it clicked. A large sum paid right away would be suspicious but if he paid the slavers a little at a time. Money can easily find it's way out of a collection plate as in. Especially if that plate is collected by the slavers themselves.
All that day she held her tongue. While she knew her brother was busy in with public she confronted the dragonoid in his room. His pack was open and being filled and she was subtle about entering. " You said no last time I asked this so I will ask again. Am I a slave?"
Aggravation was on her voice and it was raised but he almost ignored it but paused hearing her as he puts a few vials of potions in his bag carefully. She became furious and moved right up to him and grabs his shoulder. An instant later he had her on his bed. He ripped her lower garments off with force with only one hand and the other kept her pinned. The sheer shock made her paralyzed as then flesh landed on top of her leg. For a minute he paused over her. The difference in their ability and skill was made laid to bare. She was his. " You are a slave only if you want to be."
What kind of response was that she thought as he was over her. He had all the power. And then she figured it out. From the very beginning she was his. All that was left was for her to submit and admit. " Yes, master. I have been bad. Please punish me."
ending one
And so he did. He penetrated her and sealed her fate. She realized there were far cheaper ways than drugs. For many years she obeyed him. Watched as her brother became a master slaver himself. All dreams of heaven faded threw her willing admitted hell. Dying in the end to the greatest pain of childbirth. Giving him his heir of torture.
ending two
The dragonoid raised up with a tear in his eye as he backed away. " I had hoped you would not say that. I had hoped that you stayed because you loved me."
She became shocked in seeing tears fill his eyes and face before he fell on his knees. " My greatest regret is I had to pay to meet you, but it was worth every coin. I am sure you are aware you were sold to slavers. What you do not know is I was not your intended buyer. I have been bribing the church to hide your identities. I found your brother not long after finding you wondering the wood. From the story he told. I had heard similar rumor and tales."
She felt like a jerk. This man, this stranger, was protecting them. From that she knew he was not lying. From the deepest acceptance in her soul she admitted she was a slave to him for a moment. If he was a slaver then there was no reason for such a reaction. Slowly she got up and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. As he raised up surprised her lips met his and without resistance she put him on his back and she took to sitting on him to have him penetrate her.
She was a slave and he wanted someone that would love him. Who was she to deny her master. She realized being free was a much higher cost than being a slave, but with others the price was payable and freedom was worth everything as she stayed faithful to him her entire life with him. Bearing many young for him. All the while watching her brother become a champion of the less fortunate. Just as the stranger had for her.