Slave Trade - The Sardassi
The Sardassi
copyright 2010 comidacomida
Sidney stared at the strange metal ring he held in his paw. No more than ten feet from him his master, Lord Hector stood watching. The fox's vision had seen altered by the strange artifact and he could do nothing but stare at the supple, sculpted, sleek body of the elk. He admired each smoothly flowing stretch of fur, the color change along his master's abdomen as the platinum fur became pure white and the trail it made as it lead down to--
"Sidney... the ring." Lord Hector repeated. The stag's piercing blue eyes held him in their willful gaze. Sidney had seen his master's use of the ring, and knew what was to be done with it. Despite his intentions and exerted will, the fox could not draw his eyes away from the stag's groin and the flesh that stood at the ready there.
Somewhere in the back of his mind the fox realized that he was simply imagining it-- he had been shown that the Sardassi created illusions and false senses, but he also realized that what he saw was his mind's memory of his master's endowments as he had seen them bare. The stag's member was not like his own, but that had been explained to him; Lord Hector was from Vensii, which meant that he, unlike Sidney, did not have a sheath. Sidney found it enthralling in its exoticness.
The thoughts ran through his mind in mere seconds, fast enough that he was able to focus on the stag's words. "Yes, Master." the fox stated without further delay. He held the ring between his index finger and thumb, paw quivering as he looked at the strange device: a smooth metal circle adorned with gems of many colors along the outside of the band, glowing faintly. As he moved the ring down to his groin, Sidney paused. Although he was more than excited enough to be sticking freely from his sheath, he found himself instead hard within it.
"What's wrong, Sidney?" the elk asked, the words flowing out of him like water bubbling to the surface of an oasis deep in the desert; they were cool and refreshing, not reproachful or impatient in the least, and it helped the fox to ask what was on his mind.
"Master... how am I supposed to--"
"Ease back your sheath, Sidney, and slide the ring on your bare flesh." Lord Hector directed.
The fox, unwilling to argue with his master, used his other paw to gently encircle the tip of his sheath. He grit his teeth, knowing full-well the discomfort trying to force an erect shaft out of a sheath but he was unwilling to disobey. Swallowing hesitantly, Sidney slowly began to peel back his sheath, but was surprised when it slid easily back. More so, however, his muzzle fell open as a shiver ran through him, the sensation of his sheath smoothly withdrawing caused a spike of pleasure to hit him full force-- something of which the likes he'd never experienced, but he managed to bite back the moan, unwilling to embarrass his Master over such a simple order. He shut his eyes as he took a moment to regain his will.
"Good, Sidney. Now put the ring on." the elk repeated.
Sidney felt a tingling in the paw that held the ring. Opening one eye then the other, the fox gazed down at the ring. His other paw gripped his member, and he guided the tip through the open ring, feeling the same strange electric resonance within it the moment it did. Sidney watched as the strange glow in the gemstones began to illuminate brighter then quickly dim before glowing anew, pulsing in time with what the fox realized was his heart. "M-m-master..." Sidney shivered, the word getting caught in his throat as he felt his whole body begin to tingle with impatience.
"You're doing just fine, Sidney... take a moment if you need it, but you aren't done yet." the stag moved several feet to grab the chair. He brought it over in front of the Sardassi and sat down directly across from Sidney, "You aren't in pain yet, are you?" Something about the addition of the word 'yet' made the fur on the back of the fox's neck stand on end.
"N...no... Master." Sidney mewled softly, shivering as much in the strange euphoria granted to him as by the fear at the thought of that three letter word.
"Good..." Hector nodded, "There is a transition period when you use the Sardassi for the first time. You will not enjoy that transition, Sidney, and it gives me no pleasure to put you through it." something about the stag's voice held a hint of... Sidney couldn't place it... was it sympathy? For him? Was his master remorseful for causing him pain? The thought swam through the fox, just another source of euphoria. "Raise your left arm and place it against the stone." the elk continued.
Sidney complied, and he moved the arm up and back. He winced as his wrist hit cold metal. He moved his arm a fraction of an inch higher and tried again, not stopping until he felt the stone against the back of his paw. The fox jumped when he heard the metallic *clank* of one of the metal clasps securing itself. He tried moving the arm, but found that the bonds were quite firm around his wrist. For a moment he felt his heart begin to beat faster but, as if on cue, the calming voice of his master declared soothingly, "It's alright, Sidney... it's supposed to do that." and everything once again seemed alright.
The fox steadied his heartbeat with several deep breaths, looking once more toward his master. Sidney couldn't bring himself to meet the elk's gaze, but he drank in Lord Hector's silvery furred legs, the firm, tight, sculpted calf muscles, the thick, wavy fur. The fox fought back a moan as he felt a distinctive tingle flow through his groin-- there was something alien about it, though the reaction his body had was all too familiar.
"Take a breath, Sidney..." Lord Hector directed and the fox did so without hesitation. The cool air entered his lungs, a stark contract to the heat he felt throughout his body. "Good. Another." the elk ordered, and the fox complied. Sidney felt the tingling decrease in intensity, but it was still present. He licked his muzzle and he felt himself blush as he realized he was drooling. "Sidney... I want you to support yourself with that arm and raise both of your legs off of the ground."
The fox did as ordered, flexing his stomach muscles as he tensed his arm. Lifting his feet off the ground, Sidney slowly spread them and jumped in surprise as he felt metal clasps snap around his ankles... he even let out a quick 'yip' in surprise. A sharp stab of pain shot up either leg, causing the fox to yelp in surprise. He tensed his entire body and felt another shot of electricity rock through him from the soles of his feet, up his legs, through his abdomen, and up his left arm.
"Sidney. Relax. Now." it was an order from his master... and it was meant to be obeyed. The fox let his entire body go slack and the pain subsided almost immediately. His wrist felt sore from the weight it was forced to support and his shoulder was turned slightly due to the odd angle from which he hung... but it was all bearable... he'd had much worse in his life time. "Good, Sidney... very good."
"Thank you, Master." Sidney spoke softly, letting out a hesitant breath through chattering teeth. He could not avoid admitting to himself that he was afraid. The tingling began again and, for a moment, he was worried that it would repeat the painful shock-like sensation but, instead, the electrifying sensation throughout his whole groin began like it originally had, and he felt his shaft begin to leak in eagerness.
"Now, Sidney, listen carefully..." Lord Hector spoke, standing again. "There is a small metal panel on the side of the Sardassi... you can move your right paw down and feel for where it is." and, drawing a little closer, the stag knelt down right beside Sidney; the fox's eyes never left him. "Here... drop your right arm and feel." his master requested of him.
Sidney complied, feeling around until he could touch the cold, flat metal. There were several raised sections and he brushed his fingers across each of them. "You've found the buttons... good." the stag stated. "Can you locate all five? They're in a row."
The fox reached and felt for them, managing to locate each, "Yes, Master."
"Good." Lord Hector nodded, "Now... listen to everything before doing as I say."
"As you command, Master." the fox answered by rote.
"Those buttons can be pressed to activate the Sardassi." the elk explained calmly and Sidney could only imagine the expression that showed on his own face based on the way Lord Hector smiled, "That's right... it's not even active yet." the elk chuckled, "The button at the very bottom will turn the Sardassi off-- it is off now. The second button will turn the Sardassi on low. The middle button will turn the Sardassi to mid-level. The second highest button will turn the Sardassi on full power."
Sidney waited patiently as Lord Hector stood and moved back to his seat. The obvious question that came to Sidney's mind was regarding the button that was not explained, but his master had not given him permission to ask, thus he did not. Once Lord Hector was seated, the stag's eyes turned to regard him once more, "Alright, Sidney... I want you to turn the Sardassi on full power. Once you activate it, you are to move your right arm up like your left. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master. You ask that I press the second-highest button on it and them move my arm over my head." Sidney responded.
"Very good, Sidney... very good." the elk nodded, "You may begin."
Letting out another breath, Sidney moved his paw to where he was instructed and carefully felt out the buttons. He counted one, two, three, four... and pressed it. A strange humming filled his ears completely and the stone slab began to give off a strong vibration. The fox quickly moved his right arm up over his head and pushed it back against the stone slab, feeling the metal clasps surround his wrist. The fox had a few ideas about what was going to happen next but he greatly underestimated the Sardassi.
Sidney let out a scream as he felt lightning arc through his body. His vision went white and took several seconds to return to him, but by that point he had clamped his eyes shut, crying out in pain as every single muscle he had spontaneously cramped. The fox felt his body convulse once... twice... and a third time... and then the pain subsided. By that time, Sidney was sobbing.
"Calm, yourself Sidney... stay calm." he heard his master's voice, and he fought for control of his body, forcing it to do his will and relax. Sidney had been forced to learn body control, but nothing that had come before had prepared him for what he faced. It was all he could to do make his breathing return to normal, but, despite his mental orders, his limbs would not stop shaking, and he had to fight with himself to keep from whimpering. "I know it hurts, Sidney." the elk noted soothingly.
Thoughts began to rapid-fire around the fox's mind. He had questions. He had concerns. He was worried. The pain was gone but the memory had seared itself into his brain and he could already feel the energy starting to grow within the artifact upon which he hung. The fox slowly opened his eyes, feeling his cheeks wet with tears, and he forced himself to look around the room. He made himself take stock of the situation, looking at everything as it was illuminated by an eerie blue-green glow. That last fact made the fox pause.
Looking at his restraints, Sidney was astounded to see that the metal was glowing so brightly that it looked as if it were pure energy. He pulled lightly with one of his legs and was surprised when the band stretched; metal did not stretch, he realized. Looking up at one of his arms, Sidney pulled at that band as well, and was likewise astounded that the restraints also gave slightly, though the energy grew brighter as it was flexed. Sidney was just about to look down at his other leg when he was suddenly surprised by the metal clank of a restraint securing itself around his throat; the fox struggled anew.
"Sidney. Stop." the two words were as pure a command as they could possibly have been, and the fox let his body go limp immediately. The moment he relaxed every muscle he could another blast of energy seared through his body. The fox flinched, but he couldn't even begin to explain it; there was almost no pain. He felt a strong amount of discomfort, and his muscles threatened to cramp up again, but the searing agony that had accompanied the first pulse of lightning was absent. The fox let out a hesitant, shaky breath... and that's when it happened.
Sidney's vision went pure green the moment a new blast of energy traversed his body. There was something about the way the collar around his neck tingled that made the fox realize that it, like the restraints on his wrists and ankles, had become energy. His muscles began twitching and convulsing, beyond his control. It was not painful, but it was disconcerting.
"Just relax, Sidney... you are doing very well." his master praised him, and the fox felt a new wash of warmth flow through his body-- more than just the electricity; his master was pleased with him.
A new tingling began to permeate from Sidney's bonds. The strange sensations flowed down his arms and up his legs. He felt an eerie vibration begin at the base of his shaft where the ring was still secured. Sidney tried to glance down, but found his neck throughly affixed to the stone slab. He swallowed, and felt the energy restraint around his throat distend and contract in time with the body function. That alone was enough to make him shiver, but he was given an even greater reason to do so immediately thereafter.
Sidney lost control of his voice, moaning as a powerful wave of energy washed across his body from his feet to the tips of his ears. Eyes shut, the fox could still 'see' the green wave as it flowed across his face. He began panting as he opened his eyes once again. Gazing down as much as he could, Sidney could see that every strand of fur on his body was standing on end along with his rock-hard member, bobbing in time to his rapid heartbeat.
"Ssshhh... it's alright, Sidney." his master crooned softly. The fox looked across the room with green-tinged vision at the elk, still seated on the chair, watching him squirm beneath the tingling bursts of energy from the Sardassi. Lord Hector's own flesh was at stiff attention and one of the stag's paws had it encircled, stroking it eagerly. The elk's piercing blue eyes never left Sidney, gazing at him with a hungry intensity.
The greenish hue in Sidney's vision became more prominent as another wave of energy pulsed throughout his body. The newest surge of euphoria caused him to lose focus for a moment but, in the half-second of clarity afterward, Sidney realized that his vision was being played by the artifact again-- his master would not be so out of control to give into pleasuring himself as he watched Sidney be manipulated by the device... was it possible?
The next pulse of electricity that shot across Sidney's body did not subside, rather, it continued to course through him in a constant stream. Unable to bite back a dull moan, the fox's mind finally came to a conclusion: whether Lord Sidney really was or was not that excited didn't matter; the Sardassi controlled his every sense and, while it did, then everything was real enough to-- he wasn't sure how to finish the thought, but it didn't matter. His whole vision flashed completely green as the energy crested his chest, arcing across to his face, and and blast through his head in a mind-numbing explosion of pure ecstasy.
As Sidney opened his muzzle to release a groan of bliss he felt a tingle in his tongue and a flash of green shot through his vision as an electric spark arced between his teeth-- his groan was that much louder. The fox's hips began to shake as he felt wave after wave of lightning release from the ring around his shaft, shooting up into each of his limbs, only to bounce right back down into the ring. The waves of electricity involved his whole body, forcing it to hunch and thrust, strain and stretch as much as the restraints would allow.
Sidney's body began convulsing in time with the energy pulses. He felt his tail curl, kinking at its place pinned to the slab of stone behind him, and his breath came quick and sharp. He tried several times to speak but, each time, his breath was taken from him with another shock from the Sardassi. The energy began to hurt again, but he was unable to ask for reprieve and, with the combined stimulation to his entire body, he wasn't sure that he wanted it to. The fox started crying even as he would have begged for more.
"You're nearly done, Sidney." the calming voice of his master spoke. Sidney's eyes were shut tight, but he could still somehow 'see' his master in his mind; it was an illusion of the Sardassi, he knew, but it was too wonderful-- too magical-- too hypnotizing-- too stimulating to ignore. The fox felt his fur stand on end again, but this time because of a new sensation that was beginning to invade his body with all the subtlety of a tunneling wolverine.
"OOooooOOOooohhhhh..." was all the fox could emote, feeling his entire body begin to tense as the powerful energy flowing through his body cut back to a mere trickle, all except for the glowing metal band around the base of his shaft. Sidney began struggling against his bonds as the sensations abated. He began to thrust urgently into mid air, unable to stimulate himself any further than the sharp, painful bursts that occasionally struck him in the groin. It was enough to make him cry. Then, suddenly, in one final blast of lightning, the fox finally did... and found his release.
Sidney continued to cry as he surrendered his body once more to the ministrations of the Sardassi, the electricity coaxing every muscle in his groin to surrender everything he had... and more. His whimpers continued long after he gave up all his seed, but the sensations from the ring did not cease... if anything, they began to increase their intensity once again. His cry of alarm was caught in his throat as the sensations that ran through him made it all but impossible to resist the ministrations of the machine, and he could do nothing but whimper as his member began to harden again.
"Sidney..." Lord Hector spoke to him. The fox, ears back, grimace on his muzzle, looked across the room to the silver stag who was resting against the chair, legs spread, fingers tantalizingly stroking his erect shaft, "Sidney..." his master called again, and, by some strange recognition in the back of his mind, the fox realized that the elk's voice was not coming from the strange 'apparition', but from right next to him.
"M-master?" Sidney could hear the feeble whimper in his own voice.
"It's alright, Sidney." the stag spoke quietly, "I need you to listen to me before the Sardassi begins its next rotation." The words made little sense to the fox, but he nodded in compliance. Lord Hector continued, "I need you to repeat these words exactly as I say them... now listen, Sidney... listen closely."
Sidney felt the stag's warm breath on his ear, and the sensation sent little sparks throughout his entire body, his member stiffening even faster, but he grit his teeth and listened as his master spoke the six syllables, and the fox panted them out in compliance, "Sarsasi'en ee'nu." and the strong vibration within the Sardassi slowly trailed off.
Sidney felt the cold metal clasps around his wrists and ankle spontaneously open, and he crumpled to the ground at the base of the device. A firm paw gripped him by his left arm and hauled him to his feet. The fox stumbled, but managed to get his balance and turned to gaze at the platinum paw holding him up. Sidney followed the stretch of pure white fur to the blue bathrobe attached to his master, and then up to the glinting, good-humored eyes that gazed at him with mirth. The fox quickly looked back to the ground, the strange image of those happy, gleeful eyes burned into his mind.
"You did well, Sidney... you did very well."
"Thank you, Master." The fox felt a new wave of euphoria flow through him but, unlike the Sardassi, there was no pain to go with it. The new feeling was knowing that his master was pleased. Sidney had done well... he had done very well.