Slaves in Arzon I- Capture
This story contains sexual content. If you are too young for this or feel sickened/discomforted by anthromorphic animals taking part in sexual activities, DO NOT READ. You have been warned...
I hope this will be a great series, when I finish it. =P You know what would really help? COMMENTS!
This is my first time writing yiff, too, so comments WOULD help.
The city of Arzon was a wonderful spectacle to any outsider that beheld it. It was a sprawling metropolis of marketers wandering everywhere to sell their goods, and the buildings were themselves architectural wonders. There was the main palace, a grand looking castle made from the finest marble, home to King Zargath himself, and smaller castles dotted around the palace, homes to the Lord and Ladies and more powerful families. There were of course the sprawling markets and the houses of the people who sold worked at the bazaar- and in some dark, corner of the city that no visitor seemed to notice were wretched slave quarters. But the beauty of the city itself was what lured it's prey to enter into the horrifying world within. All it's citizens were well aware of the carnage that happened within their walls- some were happy with it as they got some of the business and profit from themselves, and the others were content to live with it, for they knew to object was a terrible mistake.
Too a wolf and a vixen who had been trekking the woodlands surrounding Arzon together for countless months, Arzon was a welcome sight. They threw their packs to the floor and gaped in awe at the city before them- other travelers were practically pouring into it's gates, as well as traders of all species. The wolf, a muscle bound handsome gray-furred creature sporting a blue tunic was the first to speak.
"Come on, Keira," He said eagerly. "Lets go!"
"I don't know, Aro," the vixen replied. She was a beautiful, sleek red-furred fox, wearing a forest green tunic similar to that of her companion. "It seems rather stupid to just walk into this place... "
Aro was much bolder than Keira, and he snorted at her words, grabbing her paw, leaving their packs forgotten on the forest ground. "Come on!"
Keira laughed as they both ran towards the gates, and she too was enchanted by the sheer beauty of Arzon. There were three gates- one the traders and the other travelers were packing it to it's brim. The other, the main gate, was a portcullis, and the third gate was a small wooden one, guarded by two figures they couldn't see. They went to the third gate, knowing that the main gate was not for them and guessing that the other was extremely crowded.
One of the guards was a tiger, and the other a lion. Despite the glory of the city, Arzon was still a tribal place at heart, full of ritual and superstition, and even the guards, wearing their red gold-embroidered loincloths, looked out-of-place in this metropolis. They wore the same scarlet red cape over their shoulders, blocking their chests from view, and a large scimitar was sheathed in either of their belts, but in each paw was held a spear. The lion, spotting the approaching pair, made to move forward, but the tiger held him in his place.
"C'mon, Damien, you know better than that. We can't let them have the slightest inkling."
Damien growled as he shifted back into his place, his mane bristling slightly. "But I bet you had trouble keeping back from that one, eh, Jaros?"
The tiger nodded. "But of course... but I'll make sure we get our share of this one..." Jaros let a small grin fly across his face. If only those two knew! "Both of them look perfect. So darn innocent. Probably be their first."
"Darned right."
When Keira and Aro reached the gates, laughing, Jaros stopped them. "Halt! Who art thou?" he commanded.
Keira stopped, glancing anxiously at Aro. Aro was a little intimidated by the guard's muscle-bound form- he was muscular as well, but they had weapons. "I am Aro, and this is my traveling companion Keira. We seek some shelter from the wind and rain, if we be permitted so?"
Damien smiled at them. "But of course. Welcome to Arzon, young Keira and Aro!" The lion pulled the large gates open. "I know this innkeeper nearby, he'd give you a treat, if you tell him Damien and Jaros of the Third Castle sent ye." He gave them a broad wink. "Just go straight down this ere' road till you see the market- trust me, ye'll know it, then take a sharp right till you see the Old Skunk Tail Inn. You can't miss it."
"Thank you, sir," the pair said happily and ran straight down the road.
"Have fun, Kids!" Jaros called after them as he closed the gate. "While you still can," he added. After the gates were closed, he turned to Damien with a quirked eyebrow. "You sent them down to Yamid's?"
"Aye, why not? He'll take them in for us and we'll go and pick them up. We get dibs. They won't see anything unusual about the market, not at this hour. The real deal comes after moonrise, remember?"
"Hmm, you have a point there, my friend. We get dibs- and as I said, it's probably their first..."
Both of them shared a hearty laugh.
Keira and Aro were walking in the direction of the Inn- at a slow pace, staring all around them at the wonder of the market. Stall keepers and shoppers yelled out here and there and traders bustled back and forth- the stalls looked so temporary it looked as if they could be took down in the day then rebuilt in the night. Some empty dusty stalls and even cages were piled in a heap, but the wolf and vixen were too busy to notice them. They finally reached the Old Skunk Tail Inn, and they creaked open the wooden door. People were drinking shares of drink everywhere. Keira and Aro felt like strutting right up to the innkeeper and asking for everything they had, but then Keira whispered frantically, "How do we pay?"
Aro shrugged, but he remembered the 'treat' that the lion guard had told them about. He walked straight toward the innkeeper, an old skunk. "Excuse me sir, but-"
"Whoa there, boy!" The skunk threatened, turning around to face the wolf angrily. 'What y'doing out at this hour? Y'know you're not supposed to be..."
Keira piped in. "Sorry, sir, but Damien and Jaros of the third castle sent us... he said you would help-"
The skunk immediately calmed down and put on a jubilant smile. "Damien and Jaros, eh? Good pals of mine. Just jokin' with yer, youngster wolf... now what be your names?"
"I'm Keira, and this is Aro. We were hoping for some food and a room for the night-"
"Hearken, there, youngsters! I be Yamid. You can have all the food you like- and every traveler that enters Arzon has to have accomadations- not allowed out after dark and the like, thievery precautions, y'know. Righ', I'll take ye up to your rooms and dine with ye- I've got other beasts ter help run the stall. Sent by Damien and Jaros! Honoured guests ye might as well be. Go up the stairs, take a left, go up the next flight and go to the room all the way at the end. Special class, yes. I'll be with you in a moment."
The skunk watched with amusement as the beautiful vixen and handsome fox went eagerly to their assigned room. He walked up to the bar, where there was another slightly younger skunk.
"Take over the bar."
"What you up to now?"
"Whip up another batch of that special ale!"
"Oh, another one of Damien and Jaros', eh?" the younger skunk smirked as he handed a beaker to Yamid. "You might as well take the food with ye, too..." he gave Yamid a tray, stocked with bread and meat. "Great innkeeper, waiter, so many talents, aye?"
"You'd better be careful or I won't let ye go to the midnight ritual- or the full moon sacrifice."
"Alright, alright!" The young skunk threw up his paws in submission.
When Yamid entered the room, he found Aro floundered happily on one bed and Keira on the other. They were talking excitedly, each pout of boredom grooming their own scarlet or gray fur. "Eat hearty, young un's, theres special made ale for ye."
They ate and drank like never before, but Yamid refused to even sip the ale. Yamid told them many things about Arzon, though not in great detail- he told about the topography, mainly, and made mentions about rituals and sacrifices but never emphasized on them. Before long Keira and Aro lay sound asleep, a goblet tilting from the he-wolf's paw and a piece of bread held loosely in one of the vixen's delicate paws. Yamid took them and chuckled quietly to himself, his eyes glittering with greed. The 'ale' would make them sleep soundly yet!
The he-wolf awoke, groaning, gazing at the blurry ceiling. The last thing he remembered, he had feasted like a king! He rolled his bleary eyes towards Keira, who too had just awoken, a wide yawn escaping her jaws. Aro made to move his paws to rub his eyes- but to his surprise, they were bound.
He slowly became fully awake and yelped with shock at their situation. As he gazed out of the window, he realized it was night, not day- he had slept for a full day. Both he and the vixen had their paws tied together and iron manacles chained to their feet, linked to each other, and both of them had a painfully spiked collar around their necks. They were lying, belly down on the floor, not the soft cushiony beds, but on the cold hard stone floor of their room. Their tails- the tips of them were chained to their collars, and from their collars extended a leash. He craned his neck to see who it was that held the other end of the chain...
Damien held his chain and Jaros held Keira's. Both the lion and the tiger wore wicked grins on their faces, and Yamid, standing silently in a corner, was busy counting out some coins in his paws.
"What are you doing!?" Keira shrieked.
"Hush now," the tiger said soothingly, jerking the leash. Keira felt the spikes on the collar embedding into the flesh on her neck, and let loose a soft whimper. "Slaves musn't be rude." Yamid, sensing that something was about to happen, quickly exited the room- Damien locked the door.
"Slaves?" Aro snarled, managing to wriggle his body enough that he was now facing Damien in the face. "I'd never work for you..." and Aro suddenly recalled the talk of Sacrifices. "Nor will I be a wicked sacrifice!"
"Sacrifice?" Damien laughed. "No- both of you will have the honour of taking part in the midnight ritual tommorow, not the sacrifice... both of you are far too valuable for that..." The lion ran a titan paw smoothly up and down the wolf's muscular figure, and Aro shuddered. "Work? That is normal slave things, my little friend..."
"Then what are you going to make us do, stupid guard?" Keira yelled.
A grin came to the guards faces. "First of all, we're not guards," Jaros said smoothly, adjusting Keira's position so she was sitting facing Aro, while Damien did likewise with Aro. "We're lords- we were just on a little errand that day- lucky, too... we captured to fine slaves... and as for what you shall do- we'll show you..."
"Not yet, Jaros," Damien reminded the tiger. "His lordship would know."
"Just a little tease, Damien," the feline replied. He retracted his claws and made Keira lie down, moving his paws all over the vixen's fragile form, fondling her breasts through the tunic for a moment. Keira shuddered. Damien removed two gags from his pocket and tied them on to both slaves, attaching their leashes momentarily to the bedposts, and he held the wolf's head viciously with his claws by the ear. "Watch this and pay attention, slave."
With a sudden slash, Keira's tunic was ripped wide open, and the vixen gave a horrified muffled scream at the thought of her body so exposed, but she could not do anything. The tiger's paws fumbled across every part of her chests, then taking one of the tits in his paws and kneading them gently, ignoring the vixen's muffled shrieked. He brushed aside the scarlet fur and began licking, licking and kneading. Damien tied Aro's collar so that the wolf would watch, unable to turn his h head, and the lion went to join his friend, teasing at the other nipple. The wolf was shrieking- make them stop- but in his heart, like Keira, there was a sort of guilty desire.
One lion's paw and one tiger's paw fumbled slowly down to Keira's inner thighs. She gave another muffled shriek and snapped her legs together, but each wildcat's foot quickly caught the chain that held the legs together and held them in a spread position. She writhed and twisted, but the wildcats were too strong for her. Aro could not bear to watch, but he could not force himself to look away, either, as both wildcats probed Keira's sex.
Keira screamed and shrieked but it was useless, no matter what happened, and the vixen and wolf suddenly realized with a jolt- the wildcat's claws were unsheathed. Damien's claw massaged Keira's clit while Jaros' claw slid suddenly into her warm, moist opening.
The vixen shrieked, wriggling, but the wildcat's body weight held them in place. Jaros worked deeper and deeper and eventually slid in one more claw, another, three- his entire paw. She screamed and cried, tears leaking from her eyes, helt the same desire still burning within her. Aro couldn't help but enjoy and hate it at the same time, and his own eyes were leaking with tears. Jaros pushed in his arm as far as it could go, then drew it out- the tiger stopped as well- the vixen's juices were everywhere. Jaros and Damien both licked her pussy for a moment, then cleaned up, grabbing one of the bed's blankets then wrapping them around her.
"Next time, you will worship us," Jaros said. "And you too- don't think you can escape... there is much we can do to you," the tiger added, turning to Aro with a sly smile.
"But- I'm... a guy..." Aro whispered, expressing his uncertainty.
"Sex is no barrier to pleasure," Damien said pointedly. Jaros smiled- his friend knew it better than anyone here. Damien and Jaros were both bisexuals, though Jaros leaned more to the Straight side and Damien did the exact opposite.
"And I am no slave of yours," the wolf snapped.
"Fine, then," The tiger said, as he jerked up the collar, unlocked the door and walked outside. "Follow me, bitch- and you, slut, you have to follow your other master."
TO BE CONTINUED