Tara's New Life
#2 of Little Slave Tara
I know.. it's been forever since I've done content, which I've been really debating if I should even continue the story...
When they arrived on the strange, mystical land, Tara looked around, seeing about four tribes that had full hatred towards each other. Each turn of her head, showed what she saw in her nightmares, chained furs working for the scalies. She gasped a little from the sight.
"Oh, stop your gasping! As like you never knew this would happen." the dragon said as he was landing onto an open area. "Now, before we go anywhere," he pulls out a chain and collar and puts it on her. "You are to follow me and do whatever we tell you. If you don't," his voice becomes stern as he speaks of the consequences. "you will be sorry and wish you never disobeyed my fellow scalies."
Tara looks to the foreign ground as she nods, sighing showing her surrender to the dragon as he motions for her to follow him. "Yes, sir," her voice dropped off like if she grew mute.
The dragon slaps her in the face and puts her muzzle next to his face. "What did you say? Was that disrespect towards me? Especially towards the entire institution? Now, repeat what you said, but say it correctly before I just chomp your soul," he said with all the aggression he was allowed.
Tara bows to the dragon and obediently speaks, "Yes, Master." She gets up after she is told to and resumes walking after the dragon.
Another dragon, presumably his mate, walks over the the other dragon and they both rub against each other in affection. As they hug and show the longed affection they desired for months after the Scalies' siege, Tara receives a cut across her face, almost as she is required the proper training in becoming under one's authority. She is downed on the ground as she scoops some dirt onto her slight wound, but realizes that the dirt of the land has her wound glow more of a yellow, indicating that she is now nothing but a worthless pelt, owned by the scalies region, called the Scalaer.
After a while, the two dragons ceased displaying their affection and went back to their business. The dragon looks at Tara. "You didn't think about moving when I was with my mate? The Supreme Being is right; pelts like you are worthless. At least you rubbed the powder mark onto your wound. We now own you but there is just one place I have to take you, for the Scalaerian Government to reward me you." he says as she is undergoing pain from the power mark. "Now, pelt, how about you show how you are worthy of keeping your soul and carry me to the Scalaer Center."
Tara nods and picks up the dragon, barely holding onto him and walks in the same direction they were walking, she barely able to keep him on her back.
"Totally pathetic! You are nothing but a worthless slave, pelt. Maybe they will give you a role that you will fulfill and not disappoint your Master or Mistress." the dragon says as he brings out a portal to the center. "Maybe you will be a house slave, or maybe even a bedroom/personal slave, pleasing the needs of your Master or Mistress." They step through it and the council along with the Supreme Being is contemplating on the slave before her, wondering if she would be any help to their new Kingdom. "Now look pelt, you are about to witness the process for yourself. If they find something for you, that is what you do. If they think you cannot do anything for the Kingdom, you are sentenced to be ate by one of the members of the council. About one-fifth of all of our findings are consumed; if it wasn't from not being used, it was from punishment of not pleasing their Masters or Mistresses as your kind are meant for."
The Scalaer Council called for the next pelt, the next one being Tara. She walked up but falls over from overstepping her boundaries of the chain. "Release her! Take her off the chain! She won't do anything!" the council tells the dragon.
The dragon unchains Tara and kicks her to the center of the Council Room. She seems to be either crying or even bowing to the Council of Scalaer, but it gave much approval. The dragon sticks to a defensive but dominant like attitude, thinking of when Tara will try to escape.
"Pelt #370, that is your identification under the Scalaer Government. You will be a personal slave. By the look of that wound there, you were much more than that. You are allowed to speak as we give you questions about your service." says the Supreme Being to Tara being stern with her as he sees her worse than a slave, worse than dirt. "Are you a hybrid? Hybrids are worthless. Just worthless. Not even if you are bred. Your offspring will still be worthless."
Tara nods and replies. "I received this wound from Master," she points at the dragon. "He and his mate were on top of each other..." she was interrupted by the Being.
"I don't care! You're a worthless pelt ordered to serve as a bedroom/personal slave for the rest of your pathetic life," the Being shouts. "Next!"
Tara is dragged by the leash her newest Master puts on her to his place. "Welcome to my place, where the pelts serve me, some pelts are in control of other pelts, like your father" he says with emphasis on father, knowing that her father is one of his slave masters. "Slave #291 report" he calls.
He arrives like he is under army control. "Yes, Master!" he sees Tara but he doesn't dare to speak to her and listen to his Master's words.
"I wanted to thank you for scouting and reserving pelts for my needs. I'm sure you've fucked with her, right 291?" 291 nods his head "yes." "Now, Slave #370, you are to make a space for you to lie down" he chuckled, patting his stomach. "This seems to be where I will have you, if do not do as I ask, worthless pelt," he glares at Tara, his patience at no tolerance for any disrespect.