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#17 of Sold
It's been a while, huh?
The whole room stank. The acrid smell of old urine was mixed with what could easily account for two gyms worth of sweat. Hiding beneath that, almost subtly, was the stench of cum. It didn't help that the windows were closed, nor would it have helped were they open, as the searing midday sun outside would only have fueled the smells, were the heat allowed in.
A once white bear, with a heavy metal collar, was tied to a bench in the middle of the linoleum covered floor. His whole head was stained yellow and only the occasional blotch of pristine white on his back hinted at how he should be looking. His maw was being held open by a shiny metal ring, secured by leather straps behind his head, as various liquids were dropping down from his body, pooling underneath the panting bear. His eyes were closed, protecting themselves from a small river of fresh watery cum running down his face, while the one who had so graciously painted his face rubbed his knotted cock over the bears nose, getting rid of the last strands of cum.
"I swear, the overseer has it in for this bitch, just look at him, he has been here a week straight."
The boar standing behind the bear, thrusting rapidly, only answered with a grunt before hilting himself, bucking a few times and sighing as he emptied himself into the sloppy mess other's had already left inside the bear.
Looking up the boar shrugged, "I don't buy it. He may be a strict but he's fair."
"Normally, yes, but don't you think it's odd. Nobody ever has been here more than one or two days."
"True, but this useless ass keeps messing up left and right."
"Still, I haven't ever seen somebody being put here just because he broke a pickaxe, those things keep breaking left and right. We'd all be tied up in here if that was enough to warrant this." The Labrador knelt down in front of the bear, flicking a finger at his nose and chuckled at the flinching bear.
"I don't know, short of asking the overseer you won't find out, and I doubt he'd admit it, even if it's personal."
"Well, there are always the records, he's pretty thorough with those as far as I can tell, never seen him without that tablet of his, though getting it might actually be harder than just asking him."
"Maybe not."
The boar's arm rose, and quickly came down on the bear's nose, causing him to howl in pain as blood began dripping to the floor, completing the collection of bodily fluids. Reaching for a paper towel the boar caught a few drops of the bear's blood, spread a tiny amount of it on his cock before sitting down and turning to the dog with a grin.
"Tell the overseer that this bitch just tried to bite my cock off."
"That's just mean.", the Labrador turned on the spot, "Remove the gag or he won't buy it." He left, making his way to the overseer's office.
Sitting at his desk the brown bunny absentmindedly looked though today's logs, while fingering the sore skin at the back of his neck left behind by the collar that had been removed less than a week ago. Every poke caused a bit of discomfort, but nothing compared to the collar itself. The biggest change for him however were the nights, finally he could sleep through them without waking up every two hours to carefully turn around and hopefully fall back asleep quickly.
A swipe to the left brought up the statistics of today's shift. Overall the daily quota had been met that day, which was all he really wanted. There were a few people not fully meeting their personal quotas, but given his good mood he decided to let it pass this once. Another swipe brought up the backlogs of various workers, but again nothing worth any punishment with the exception of the dreaded polar bear, who by this time was basically useless to the mine as worker.
Sure, the first few days had taught him to work like never before in his life, and for a time it looked like he was going to become a productive member of the workforce, but after Nate had visited he fell back into his old behavior and racked up punishment after punishment. The first two of which were absolutely justified, the ones following that however might have been influenced by a sense of empathy towards the fellow bunny.
He sighed, letting his head fall backwards. A smile spreading over his face when the back of his head made contact with his fur instead of metal. That was it, no more treating the bear any different than any other worker. Starting tomorrow the bear's backlog would be wiped and he'd have to start pulling his weight again.
Knock. Knock.
The door opened up before he could even react and a dirty looking Labrador entered the room. The smell of cum and sweaty dog quickly assaulting the bunny's nose. The overseer didn't speak up, one raised eyebrow was enough for the dog.
"There has been an, uhh, incident in the rec room," the Labrador kept walking towards the desk, quickly glancing towards the trash can sitting near it, "Jeff, I mean 441, was uhm... Ah screw it the polar bitch bit his dick."
The dog took one more step before tripping on purpose, making sure to catch his fall while knocking the trash over, sending its contents over the overseer's floor and feet.
The bunny groaned, "Clean that up, I'll look after the other mess."
"Yes, overseer."
The dog quickly cleaned the spilled trash and then moved to his main objective, the Overseer's tablet, sitting on the desk ripe for the taking.
Entering the rec room the overseer had to wrestle down his gag reflex. Describing the odor as pungent wouldn't have done it justice. For a second he almost felt bad for the bear, the other workers knew not to abuse the guy on duty too much, one of the few rules when it came to the bitch, but with the bear they were certainly taking liberties.
He took a few steps in, quickly covering his nose with the back of his hand, as he calmly took in the whole scene. A boar, worker 441, was sitting on a chair a few feet from the bench. The towel covering the boar's groin area, was stained with blood, not so much to cause worry, but given its location definitely too much.
A quick look towards the bear revealed a bleeding nose that looked more crooked than usual. The bear looked like he had passed out, only the bench and the improvised tape bondage holding his head in a somewhat upright position.
"What happened to his nose?
"I'm sorry overseer, when he bit I..." the boar's voice trailed off.
"Understandable, but you do know what happens to people who abuse the ... bitch. No matter if it was provoked or not."
"Yes overseer," the boar gulped audibly, "ten lashes."
The bunny made his way to the boar, carefully avoiding the various liquids on the floor, grabbing a knife from the table next to him. He turned around, only to find that there simply was no way to cut the bear loose without stepping into the puddle that would rival what you'd find in the toilet of a sleazy bar.
"I can cut him loose if you want." came the boar's quiet suggestion.
"Please."
The knife changed hands and a few well placed cuts later the bear fell off the bench into the puddle of filth. He groaned as he came to, immediately pulling his head up, looking at the bunny standing before him.
"What happened 458?"
"I...I didn't do any... anything!"
"Then why is 441 bleeding?"
"I don't know, but it wasn't me."
"Of course not, it's never your fault isn't it?"
"B-b-but he hit me!, how am I supposed to know what happened after that!?"
The bunny's head turned slowly towards the boar and then back at the bear.
"Someone is lying to me, who?"
"I only hit him after he bit me! I can show you the bitemark if you want."
"That... won't be necessary." the bunny's arm rose, pointing towards the door, "458, move!"
As he paraded the naked bear over the compound he shouted at the bear, listing everything he had done since he got here. From simple screwups that he overlooked, hoping the bear would notice on his own or take that kindness and maybe put in some actual work to acts of insubordination that only lead to even more punishment. Broken equipment, abuse of the guy being on duty in the rec room, trying to incite a riot, slacking off inside the mine, stealing water, the list went on for several minutes until the group reached the pole.
"441 approach the pole and wait for me. 458 keep walking." The boar's eyes widened when he realized what the bunny had planned for the bear.
The overseer lead the yellow stained, dripping bear to a small metal shed at the border of the yard. The shed was tiny, three by six feet at the most and barely hip-high. The bunny carefully touched the number lock on the door, making sure not to burn his paw as he entered the 4 digit code and removed the lock.
"In!"
"You can't be serious!"
The bunny's hand reached into his pocket, pulling out the remote he exclusively had to use on the bear.
"Last chance."
"If those are my options I'll take the shock."
With the press of a button the bear fell into the dirt, adding mud to the various things stuck in his fur. After the current stopped a smile spread on his lips.
"You seem to misunderstand. It was never either or. You will end up in that thing, the only thing left open for debate is how long. Two hours were what I had planned, but that's off the table. Now I'm looking at six, feel like getting in yet?"
"What?!" Anger flashed on the bears face as his paw swiped towards the overseer, hitting his calf. The bunny looked down, seeing a small trickle of red running down his fur and onto the dirt.
Very calmly he spoke, "I suggest you get inside now, or I'll throw you out of the camp and you can die of thirst out there."
The bear shuddered when he looked into the cold eyes staring at him and without another word crawled into the shed. The only sounds left to be heard of him were grunts when the bunny closed and locked the door, pressing the hot metal against the bear's body.
Heat was the only thing filling his mind, other than the pounding headache. The hot metal pressing against his body whenever he moved; even in the slightest. Hot humid air filling the shed. His own body feeling like it's being slowly cooked. His breathing quickly turned shallow and labored, as his body tried to cope with the rising temperatures. Every pore of his body was sweating, adding more and more humidity to the enclosed space and making the whole thing even less tolerable.
As time went on the bear gave up trying to not touch the searing hot walls, he just let himself fall against the coolest one, not that it was actually cold. His sweat was running over his body, burning in his eyes, soaking his fur and giving new life to all the smells trapped in it. His shallow panting causing him to wonder whether he was actually tasting the mixture of disgusting fluids or if he was just imagining it.
His strength had left him not even an hour into his ordeal, then came the unbearable thirst. What he wouldn't have given for one sip of water, or a simple piece of ice. Anger welled up in him as he throw himself against the door, or what he thought was the door, he no longer was sure where exactly it was, since the room had begun spinning. After a while the cramps started, the first one, in his calf, had come and gone in a few seconds, all he had to do was push his leg against the hot metal and the spasming muscle calmed down, in exchange however he burned his paw pads. It seemed like a good trade at the time, less so however when the next cramp came or the next.
He had lost all sense of time when his body started heave. The only reason nothing followed up was owed to the fact, that he hadn't eaten anything in at least a day and, he was sure of it, his body lacked any fluids at this point to throw up.
All he could do to keep himself occupied was to follow a small beam of light over the floor. By now he was sure it had to be almost night time, as the light had vanished hours ago, or was it minutes, he couldn't tell anymore.
He heard a muffled sound from the outside, this time he was sure of it, followed by some metallic sounds coming from one of the walls. The door swung open and he fell out of the shed into the cold night air, shivering.
A pair of feet stepped closer to him. Instinctively he tried to cover his face for the inevitable kick that was sure to follow, only to find his arms wouldn't obey him. They twitched for a second before falling completely limp next to him. A hand touched his shoulder, turning him first onto his back before then pulling him up.
He had seen the rat that had pulled him up before somewhere, that white and grey fur, the cut in his left ear, but his brain simply couldn't place the scrawny looking critter.
"Careful now." the rat said as he gently brought a bottle of water against the bear's lips. Feeling the water on his dry tongue his body reacted instantly, and began gulping down the liquid as fast as possible, breathing be damned. The water tastes weird though, kinda sweet as well as salty.
The rat pulled the bottle away, the bear's arms trying to follow it but the rat had the upper hand.
"I'm not taking it away, you can have the whole bottle, but take small sips or you'll just end up throwing it up again. Now tell me you understand."
He nodded, anything to get the water. The rat obviously satisfied with the answer returned the bottle to the bear's mouth, but kept a close eye, removing it the second the bear turned greedy.
Slowly, as the bottle emptied he began to regain control over his body, the labored breaths became deeper and generally calmer and he slowly regained control over his arms and body. He felt his muscles starting to work again, being able to finally support himself on his own. The rat's hand that had just been freed vanished inside a small bag and reappeared with some two fruit cups, holding them out to the bear.
"It's not fresh, but it's the best I could scrounge up."
"Thanks." the bear said while ripping off the lid of the first one almost downing the thing in one gulp before being reminded of the rat's earlier advice by a raised eyebrow.
As his body cooled down and his belly slowly filled he finally realized where he had seen the rat before.
"You work in the kitchen, right?"
"Yeah, surprised you remember." The rat sat down near the fence and let himself fall against it.
"Well, it's not like you could work in the mine." the bear joked.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Sorry! I-I-I just meant there's not much... uhm, I mean..."
"HA! Relax, I'm just messing with you."
The bear sighed and returned to his food, wondering why exactly the rat was being so nice to him, but deciding that could wait until after he had eaten the second cup.
"Why did you let me out?"
"Hm? Oh, Overseer told me to. Though he didn't mention feeding you, so that's all me I guess."
"And let me guess, it'll cost me somehow?" the bear asked, barring his teeth.
"No, nothing like that, but there is something I'd like to ask you, if you don't mind that is."
"Shoot."
"Is the rumor true? You had a slave yourself before you came here?"
The bear stopped dead in his track. How could he know or more importantly how would he react if he answered.
The rat spoke up again before the bear had any chance to reply, "Ah, it's ok, I shouldn't have asked. You'd be stupid to admit something like that in here anyways."
With that the rat got up and placed his paw on the bears shoulder, "Take care now.", and went away, leaving the bear to wonder whether that had been genuine interest or a subtle warning and who would know that about him.
The next day came and went by quickly, nobody among the workers said anything towards the bear directly, though he could hear them talk behind his back every time he passed one of them. After yesterday's ordeal his performance during his shift obviously suffered, so when the performance review came in the evening he was sure he'd get another whipping or get sent to the rec room again, but nothing of the sort happened.
Satisfied, if somewhat confused, he went to get his dinner. Opening the door of the cafeteria he was greeted with a truly rare smell, bacon. He had noticed, that whenever the owner of the mine came around there would be truly delicious meals for the next week, probably due to he bringing around fresh food to persuade the workers from rioting, though right now he wouldn't even have complained about a piece of stale bread and something even resembling meat, let alone bacon.
He watched closely as the food was passed out the the people before him, a generous helping of eggs, two thick slices of crisp looking bacon, bread and a piece of fruit. His mouth began watering just looking at that, getting worse with every tortuously slow step towards the quickly vanishing supply. When he finally reached the front of the line the rat that had freed him the evening before was the one handing him his tray with a smile and a wink.
The kind gesture confused the bear greatly, but with his dinner in paw he had other priorities as he quickly searched for an empty, somewhat secluded spot and began digging in. The two pieces of bacon quickly vanished in his mouth as his stomach growled in appreciation.
"Uhm"
His head turned, next to him stood the boar responsible for his stay in the hot box. He swallowed hard.
"Hm?"
"I, uhm ...I want to apologize." the boar almost whispered.
This uncharacteristic behavior coupled with what he had just said lead the bear to reply with a very baffled "What?"
"I didn't think he'd put you in the box. He has only done that once since I've been here and that guy barely made it out alive. I told the guys to take it easy on you, if it's any help, and" he sighed "I want to give you this."
The boar held out his food tray, still completely filled. The bears arm immediately reached for it but stopped once a thought crossed his mind: What if he had put anything in it, or even if he hasn't, wouldn't that make the boar hate him even more?
"Keep it," the bear grunted, "it's rare enough we get to eat properly."
"Really? Thanks, I'll make it up somehow."
The bears gaze followed the boar back to his friends on another table but quickly returned to his own food, waiting to be eaten. Scooping up some eggs he found something curious beneath, two more slices of bacon. A quick look towards the rat got answered by another wink, bringing a smile to the bear's face.
As the cafeteria slowly began to empty the rat reappeared from the kitchen, walking over to the bear and sitting down, his own dinner in hand.
"What was that earlier with Jeff?"
"He apologized for getting me into the box."
"Hmpf, like a little apology would help."
"He even offered me his food."
"Why didn't you take it?"
"Probably better not to antagonize him further, though I should have taken the bacon."
"Yeah, there won't be any more of that for another month at least."
The bear sighed, "Damn! I could kill for some more."
"I might be able to help with that, but I won't know until tomorrow morning, " the rat thought about something for a few seconds, "Meet me half an hour before your shift starts at the fence near the box, if I manage to get some more I'll give it to you then."
"If you do that I'll ... I'll answer any questions you have about that rumor."
"Deal!"
The next morning came much too soon for the bear, but the promise of more bacon quickly made him get up and go to the meeting place. When he got there, almost 15 minutes earlier than agreed upon the rat was already sitting next to the fence, half hidden behind the box, smiling and raising his arm to greet the bear.
"Couldn't wait to see me?" the rat chuckled.
"Did you get any more?"
"Aww, only interested in my meat?"
"I, uhm"
He pulled out a small packed lunch, similar to the one every worker got before entering the mine to get them through the day. This one however had the subtle scent of bacon, making the bear start to drool.
"Yes."
"Hm?"
"I did have a slave before I got here."
"No way!", the rat's face lit up with excitement and he threw the packed lunch towards the bear, "I have so many questions. Guy or girl? What species? Where did you get 'em?"
"Why are you so interested in slaves?"
"I've always wanted one. You know have a nice little cocksucker waiting for you when you get home, all tied up," the rat groaned "never could find one though."
"Ok, wow. It was a male bunny, you might have seen him when the doctor came around a week ago, and I bought him at one of the auctions where I, well we I guess, got bought as well."
"No way, that bunny was yours? I only saw him for a minute when he and the doc came in to get something to eat but damn, I wouldn't mind getting under that tail."
"Ha, yeah, his ass was great, pristine condition you might say."
"You got to break him in? Really?"
"Yup!" the bear said with pride in his voice.
"How long did that take?"
"Breaking him? Only about a week or two."
"How'd you do it? I mean breaking someone sounds like an awful lot of work."
"Nah, it was pretty easy, I just locked him in my basement after I got him and didn't go down until I heard him say the magical words 'Please I need something to eat, I'll do anything.', that was about three days later, after that it was easy. I just went down with some chocolate syrup and had him lick it off my cock. He then held out another day before begging again."
"That sounds really effective."
"Yeah, the next time I went down I told him he'd get his next food after I was balls deep in his ass. About half an hour later I was happily humping away, though it was kinda disgusting listening to him eating his protein bars while sobbing, so that quickly changed to he gets to eat when I'm satisfied for the day."
While he had been talking about his experiences he had noticed the rat moving in closer, hanging on every word spoken. He wasn't sure whether or not it had been intentional, but as he continued with his story of breaking his bunny slave into submission the rat's tail had started to curl around the bear's leg, softly rubbing his inner thigh, before finally the tip began to trace the outline of the bear's slowly hardening cock through his shorts.
The bear could have gone on for hours, but about halfway into the story of deciding to lock his slave into permanent chastity the horn sounded, reminding the workers to start their shift.
"Damn, I'm gonna be late."
"We can finish this later this evening if you want.", the rat got up and offered his hand to help the bear up, leaning in he whispered, "If you do, I'll make it worth your while."
He watched the critter walk towards the kitchen, he himself however decided to wait another minute in the cool morning air, hoping to give his erection enough time to go down before joining the other workers.
The day in the mine went by uneventful for the most part. There was a small cave in which trapped two workers in one of the abandoned mine shafts that had all workers occupied for the better part of the afternoon, but by the end of the day the shaft had been reopened and more importantly secured, to prevent future cave-ins.
With the end of his shift the bear quickly went to get his dinner, wolfed it down and hurried back to the fence, waiting for the rat to finish his shift in the cafeteria. He let himself relax against the fence and just enjoy the slowly cooling air, thinking about which stories to tell. In five years there had been more than enough of them to keep the rat entertained and hopefully appreciative for a while.
As the sun was beginning the set he could see a small figure exit the kitchen and walk towards him. The bear caught himself smiling as he saw the critter approach, only to see the rat do the same, while holding up two plastic bottles.
Letting himself fall to the ground next to the bear he offered one of the bottles to him.
"Water wasn't exactly what i had in mind when you said you'd make it worth my while."
"Not even if it's the Russian kind? Granted it's not exactly what you'd call smooth, but it gets the job done."
"You gotta be kidding me, where did you get that?"
"Made it myself!"
The bear opened the bottle and sniffed. The vodka smelt strong, biting his nose and conjuring up memories of his college days, where he and a few friends built a still because buying booze got expensive quickly. A cautious sip confirmed that this was in fact vodka as his whole mouth and throat began burning, shortly followed by a warm feeling spreading through his body.
"You know, " the bear took another gulp out of his bottle, "it might actually not be that bad here."
"Yeah, I know. Once you accept it it's not that bad as long as you do your job." The rat quickly gulped down half his bottle.
Feeling the familiar buzz starting to take over his mind the bear's eyes slowly started to droop, as he drifted off to sleep.
Waking up, his head was pounding, everything around him black. He way lying on his side and for some reason his shoulders hurt terribly. Trying to move them around didn't work and it took him a few more seconds before he realized that his arms were the reason. His lower arms were on his back and cuffed together in several places, at least it felt that way.
Adrenaline flooded his system, pushing away the fog that kept him from realizing that he was back in the mine. Without his arms there was no easy way for him to get up, so he rolled himself on his belly and pulled up his knees. Getting up from this position though took more coordination than he had thought, resulting in his nose making uncomfortable contact with the rocky ground beneath him a few more times than he would have liked.
He finally managed to get up only to find the next obstacle, a long chain was locked around his left ankle. A quick tug confirmed his suspicion that the chain was indeed secured to something else, what exactly though he couldn't tell. He tried looking around, but in this pitch black mine there was no way of knowing where exactly he was.
"Help!" his shout echoed through the empty mine. He kept shouting and screaming, but nobody came.
It took a while, maybe hours, before he thought he heard distant talking, a small shimmer of light appeared in the distance. Slowly the talking grew louder and more noisy. Those weren't just two people, it was a whole group coming towards him.
The boar was the first one stepping into the room, carrying a lantern. After him more and more people kept flooding into the room, filling it up completely, minus a small circle around the bear. A few quick panicked glances around quickly told the bear where he was, the new support beams as well as the rubble that was left from the hurried excavation earlier that day made it clear.
"What is this?" the bear demanded to know.
Nobody answered him.
"You can't do this, I... the overseer won't-"
"HA!" a loud laugh came from behind the mob.
The group of people began to slowly part, leaving a small corridor to the entrance of the room, through which the rat stepped forward.
"The overseer won't do shit, asshole. We made a deal with him." he reached the kneeling bear, pushing him onto his back with his leg, "Your work gets done by us and in exchange we get you, to work on our anger issues about getting sold into FUCKING slavery."
"But you... you said-"
"Quite the performance huh? Though one thing was true, " the rat leaned down, "I do always wanted to have a slave, but you, YOU went out and got one. Then you broke him and now see where that got you. I've seen your handy work, well talked to him for a few minutes actually. Thanks by the way for the guide on how to break a slave, We'll put it to good use. I guess we'll see you in about three days", the rat turned towards the crowd, "Karma is a bitch, eh?"
Cheers echoed through the mine.