Captive in the City
#2 of The Captive Series
The prequel to Captive in the Mansion. Read about how K'Shirr found himself in the employ of 'Milady' and how he proved what a good specticle he'd be at her big party.
He never did figure out how he was captured. at one moment he was stalking through the swamps, hunting for food, there was a sharp pain in this neck, and then... Nothing. He awoke, his head spinning, in a rocking cart fitted as a cage, surrounded by other unfortunates.
The language of his swamp-tribe was not unknown to some of the other captives, and he soon discovered where he was and was to happen. He had been captured by slave-traders operating out of the great city of Massadre. He was to be taken there and sold. K'shirr immediately voiced his opposition to his predicament: "I'll be sold to no one! My hands are not tied, as soon as that door opens, I'll tear the throats out of whomever approaches!"
His translator didn't doubt him, K'shirr was powerfully built, and his people were known for their savagery, but calmly, the translator pointed out the collar now fitted around K'shirr's thick neck. "That collar can shrink to the size of a finger-ring with a single word from our 'masters'. With another word, it can shrink slowly, with yet another it can burn with a heat you cant imagine. Trust me, do as you are told."
The cart was brought to a halt in the centre of the city, and one by one the male captives were hauled out, and made to stand on a stage. There their captor walked up and down the line testing the collars, and ordering his slaves to stand orderly and silently. Once he was happy, he called into the crowd: "M'lady! Your new manservant awaits!"
The crowd parted, and a slim golden-furred feline woman, garbed in fine jewellery and exquisite cloth made her way towards the stage. Flanked by two burly tiger guards, and followed by a quiet vixen handmaiden.
"Celbar, once more you have proven yourself a cat of your word." The noble feline spoke to the slave-master.
"Only the finest are chosen for my cart, M'lady, they are yours for 150 gold each."
"I only have need for one, right now, but I shall have to be sure they possess the... attributes I am looking for." With a wave of her hand her two tiger guards walked behind the first captive, a muscular equine. The noble lady stepped forward and nodded. At that signal one of the guards grabbed hold of the equines thick leather trousers and pulled down, leaving the stallion bare from the waist. The horse yelled in protest, and crouched to cover himself, but as he did the other guard grabbed the horses mane and pulled him back upright.
The slave master stepped forward: "You will stand still and allow the lady to inspect you, like a good servant!", the crowd cheered and laughed at the stallions predicament.
Gritting his teeth against the indignity of his situation, the stallion straitened up and stood with as much dignity as he had remaining. The lady produced a mall cane, and with the tip probed the stallions genitals. "Next." she said, and the guards moved on to the next.
As the guards moved away, the stallion made to bend and cover himself, but as he moved he felt a burning from his collar. He glanced up and looked the slave master in the eye. "You will remain still until you receive permission to move, am I clear?"
One by one the guards exposed the captives in the line, tearing at clothes at the lady's instruction, while she inspected each one with various laughs and cheers from the crowd. Eventually she came to K'shirr, the last in line. At her command, the tiger guard tore off K'shirr's loincloth, leaving him naked.
"Hmm." The lady, quizzed over what was before her. "What's this?"
The slave master walked over, "Ah, yes, the lizard-folk are different, anatomically, to us. While dormant, his 'equipment' is kept protected in that sheath."
The lady raised an eyebrow. "Interesting, but I cannot judge his... suitability on this alone." She turned, and clapped her hands, "Lea!" The vixen handmaiden, who until now had remained silent and still at the far end of the stage moved forward. "Lea, I wish to judge the suitability of this one, if you would." Lea nodded, and stepped forward.
Once in front of K'shirr the vixen dropped to her knees and reached out to stroke the lizards sheath, whistles and called came from the crowd and she stroked and massaged the scaly flesh between K'shirr's legs. K'shirr closed his eyes and leaned his head back, trying to block out the crowds chants. Lea lent in and gently licked at his slowly swelling cleft.
"Ah, there we are." The lady smiled as K'shirr's penis began to emerge, hard and strong, in response to the vixens teasing, "Well, this is worth the effort. After all." The handmaiden made to stand, but the lady waved a hand, "Now we've started, we may as well finish. Show me how much stamina this specimen has. He's piqued my interest."
"Very well M'lady, I shall take him to..."
"No, show me here, I still haven't made up my mind, and if we take the slave off the stage, I shall have to 'rent' him, wont I Celbar?"
"If I let people take my specimens away willy-nilly, I may as well be running a whorehouse, M'lady."
"Quite."
The vixen protested. "But M'lady.." she started, looking over the crowd.
"You are as much a slave as these are, and you will do as you are told. Or I shall have to discipline you."
The vixen felt at her throat, feeling her own slaves collar. "Yes M'lady."
Lea stood, turned and pulled up at the back of her long skirt, lifting it up over her tail. She reached behind her and slowly guided the lizard-man to her. Wincing at first, until she opened up enough to accept him. Slowly she began to rock back and forth. K'shirr growled in a mix of anger, humiliation and... Pleasure.
The crowd cheered at first, as they realised what was happening, then they booed as it became clear that the objects of interest were covered up by Lea's long skirts.
"We are disappointing the crowd." Celbar observed.
"Hmm, we cant have that, now can we?" The lady agreed, she motioned to the tiger guards.
As one the two burly tigers moved forward. One grabbed hold of Lea's blouse, the other producing a knife, making for her skirts.
the vixen's blouse had been torn off, and her skirts left in a pile on the floor. She was left just as naked as the lizard man she was joined to. Smiling to her mistress, she reached her arms up over her head to provide a good show to the onlookers.
The crowed roared with approval at the spectacle on stage. A statuesque, stationary lizard man and the writhing vixen, now moaning and gasping enthusiastically. The other slaves on the stage were also caught up in the event, much to the pleasure of the lady.
"Ah! There we are." She smiled, looking down a line of erections, "Much easier than testing them one by one."
"Your ingenuity astounds me M'lady." Celbar smiled.
At the far end, the vixen was stood up, her arms flung over her head, holding to the thick neck of the lizard man behind her, pulling his long snout over her shoulder. Her breasts bounced with each rock of her hip, now coupled with the thrusts of the lizard-man who could no longer fight the impulses running through his body. Scaly claws rose up to cup those bouncing breasts. Tough leathery scales running through soft fur. The two writhed together for long enough for Celbar to glance at the clock tower before the lizardman began to grunt. With several powerful final thrusts the lizard man roared, almost lifting the vixen off the ground as he climaxed, bringing to an end the whole ordeal.
The vixen dropped to the floor panting, exhausted. "Well done." The lady said, "Mr. Celbar, I'll take this one, and those two at the end. You'll have your money by the end of the day."
"Thankyou, Milady."