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Proceeding beyond this point is entirely up to you as the following contains CBT, torture, slavery, mental rape, implied rape, castration, snuff, etc. I WILL NOT be responsible for any mental trauma, fapping, etc that may ensue before, during or after reading the story.

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You know life as a slave is not as bad as we were brought up to believe. Yes we get punished for disobeying, doing what we are told to do, or for... whatever. But our punishment is done out of love, nothing else. That... and showing us who is in charge. Sure our beatings can be painful, but they help teach us lessons. But that is not the story I want to tell. The story that I am going to tell you is how I came to be my Master's favorite slave and how he saved my life, though at the time I had no idea. It happened long ago, after I had been an adult at the age of 14 for 8 months...

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I was enjoying myself, stealing an apple here, a hot roll there, nothing that would get me in trouble with the authorities and landing me in prison for life. I only took food from the merchants, nothing else, I was a petty thief then and proud to be one. But that was beside the point. Everything changed the day I walked into a shop where a merchant was selling exotic goods from within the Roman borders a week's sail to the North. I had walked into the shop to see what the merchant was selling only to be accused of stealing a fancy bauble.

"THIEF!" The Merchant cried as he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and ripping my tattered clothing off my body as he searched everywhere. "Where is the necklace you stole? I know that you have it!"

"W-w-what are you talking about?" I stammered as I felt my ears begin to burn hotly in embarrassment from my sudden nakedness. "I-I-I just walked in to see your shop!"

"LIAR!" He roared as he back handed me hard sending me flying straight into the waiting paws of the Lion Centurion Guards that patrol the city of Pelegrina. "Maybe selling your worthless hide as a slave may get enough to cover the loss of the merchandise. Guards, take it away, whatever you do to it before it is sold is no fur off my back."

When I heard what was going to happen to me, I bit the guard's paws and bolted. I began knocking things over as I made my way to the door of the stop, trying to slow the guards down so that I could escape into the market place. Just as I got to the door, something wrapped tightly around my neck and pulled me hard back into the shop where the guards slammed me onto the ground and binding my arms tightly to my sides and putting my legs and neck into shackles so tight I had a hard time breathing. I whimpered painfully as the guards dragged me out of the shop, naked as I tucked my tail between my legs in a futile attempt to cover my cock and balls.

I was forced to endure the shame and abuse that was heaped at me as citizens, street rats and slaves threw sticks, stones, garbage and rotten food at me. The slow walk to the slave stables seemed to take forever in my mind. By the time we arrived at the stables, I was coated from heat to tail in rotten food, mud, waste and other unmentionable stuff and stinking worse than the refuse pits at the public bathhouses. I was so dirty and caked with refuse, I could not see anything due to my eyes being blinded with the random refuse.

"By the gods above!" Said a deep voice in anger. "Stop right there, don't bring that walking mess in any further. I have standards here!"

"That is no concern of ours Dumas." I heard the lion holding my neck shackle say. "This insolent urchin is to be immediately sold to a noble as a slave to pay for the theft and damages he caused at a merchants shop earlier."

"Take it out back and lock it into one of the cages. Tell Elias and Costa that they are to thoroughly clean this beast. It needs to be ready for its new Master when he comes for it later."

I felt a cold pit form in my belly as I was led to the cages in the back of the slave pens where the three lions beat me once more before tossing me roughly into the a cage. Once they were gone, I heard someone approach my cage before getting hit with a bucket of ice cold water. I yelped in surprise as I was showered nonstop with bucket after bucket of water. Soon most of the caked on filth that was coating my fur was gone before one of the two slaves cleaning me grabbed the shackle around my neck and roughly pulled me out of the cage. He then dragged me to a pair of poles where the two of them tied me spread eagled to them.

Once I was secured to the poles, the two males pulled out some coarse brushes and started scrubbing my fur clean, painfully. They made quick work of scrubbing me clean before leaving the area. Not long after they were gone, the slavemaster appeared and looked me over. I shivered in the cold air as the large, imposing tiger slowly walked around looking at me.

"You know," He said as he examined my naked body. Cupping my cock and balls in his paws, fingering my ass, stroking my cock, and even examining my teeth. "You are going to make me quite a few gold crowns when I auction you off in two hours. But before you are presented to the bidders, I have to prepare you first."

At that he forced a ball gag deep into my muzzle and tying it tightly to my head. He then pulled out a silver hook with two arms in it and had large ball where the point would be, and proceeded to press it into my ass. I tried clenching tight to prevent the hook from going any deeper into my body and failing as it hilted deep inside me. I felt the savemaster tie thin rope to the shackle around my neck and to the ends of the hook before drawing it tight and pulling the hook deeper into me and making me whimper from both the pain and pleasure.

He walked away and returned with a strange flat cart that had two poles on it like the ones I was tied to but with metal rings mounted to the top ends, with a metal bolt between them and placed it in front of me. He pointed to the two slaves that bathed me, making sure that I saw the feral cheetahs they were holding onto with thick leather leashes.

"Try anything funny, or even escaping, I will have those two loose the cats on you." He said as he began untying my arms and legs from the poles. "They are trained to take down fleeing slaves with little damage, but causing them a lot of pain. Now walk to the cart and don't move until I tell you to."

Doing as I was told, I quickly stepped onto the cart and stood there waiting for the slavemaster. I didn't have to wait long before he once again tied me to the poles on the cart, stretching my limbs out as far as they would go. He then walked around in front of me and kneeled down and tied more thin rope tightly around my cock and balls before running the rope to the bolt that was in front of me between my legs. He began pulling it tight, making me whimper painfully as my cock and balls were pulled away from my body to the point that it felt like they were about to be ripped off. They burned from the tension being exerted on them, my balls throbbing painfully as they sent waves of white hot pain into my belly.

The slavemaster then tied more rope to the shackle around my neck and running it over the tops of the poles and performing the same thing that was done to my cock and balls. But this time the shackle was pulled up nearly choking me and making that hook buried in my ass pull harder making me scream around the gag from the excruciating pain tearing through my tortured body.

"That's a good boy." He said as tied the ropes down. "You will make a good pleasure slave for your Master or Mistress. Now don't go anywhere, you will be going to be auctioned off shortly."

He then strapped harnesses to some slaves and had them pull my cart to the pens, making sure that the cart hit every rut, tree root, rock, hole and obstacle in its path, sending searing bolts of pain throughout my body. By the time I was secured in the pens, tears were streaming from my eyes as I silently cried in pain. Once I was secured in the pens, I looked around the best I could only to see others in the same state I was in and in various stages of freedom. From what it looked like, this slaver sold nothing but males, males like me, small in stature, woman and child like and defenseless. There were felines, canines, ferrets, otters and various other species and ages in the pens, all of us naked and no younger than me. I was aware that there were cubs being sold as slaves as I could hear their terrified cries elsewhere in the stables. I shivered in terror knowing that what awaited them was far worse than me as they were destined for the mines.

One by one, we were taken out of the pens to be auctioned off to our new owners after they were allowed to enter the pens to look us over first. I watched as many nobles walked around and inspecting out bodies. I noticed a rather large and imposing black and red snow leopard standing just inside the pen I was in staring intently at my body. He scared me deep to my core, I glared back at him defiantly trying to show him that I was not afraid despite the pain I was in and how terrified I was.

Over the next few hours, the pens slowly emptied out as each one was finally sold to his new owner. Soon the auction stopped as the slavemaster and the buyers went to sup on their mid-day meals, leaving those of us who were unable to do anything to stay cool to suffer in the terrible heat. What was bad was that they were gone for nearly three hours and in that time, we were forced to watch the weaker of us in the pens slowly succumb to the heat. By the time the slavemaster and nobles returned, four of the remaining males from the pen I was in had died from the heat and three others had to be taken away to recover. The slavemaster was angry that he lost so many slaves that he put all but his favorite slaves in the auction to replace those that he lost.

Just before he was about to start the auction again, the snow leopard that was watching me intently went to talk to the slaver. I watched them talk for a long time, both of them gesturing wildly as they argued back and forth. Soon the slaver seemed to collapse in resignation as he and the leopard shook paws before parting ways. A cold pit began forming in my belly as the slaver approached me with two of his boys and the feral cheetahs. I knew what would happen if I made any attempt to flee as earlier during the auction, one of the males form another pen bolted once he was out of the pen:

I cringed as we were forced to watch as the two cheetahs were loosed and immediately made their way to the fleeing male, pouncing bringing him to the ground hard. Once the male was on the ground, one of the cheetahs bit down onto his cock and balls hard, making his scream in pain. The male began fighting the cheetah, pounding it on its head in a vain attempt to make it let go. We watched as he began prying the cats muzzle open in a vain attempt to free his bits, when the cat bit down harder. The boy began screaming louder and pulling away from the feline as it began pulling him back towards the stalls. The next thing that happened was that a wet, ripping sound filled the air as he screamed even louder as his cock and balls were quickly separated from his body. He collapsed onto the ground in a growing puddle of blood as he tried to stop his lifeblood from leaving his weakening body. It wasn't long before he pained whimpers and writhing stopped as his spirit forever departed his body.

The auction pens was eerily quiet as the slavemaster's boys hastily removed the dead body and cleaned up the mess that was left behind. "Let that be a lesson boys." The slaver said as he made sure that the pit was cleaned to his satisfaction. "The cats are trained to bite hard and never let go until I have you in chains. Unfortunately, that one tried to fight them and paid the price. Remember that and nothing will happen to you."

I was moved to the back of the pens where those who were sold were placed until their owners paid for them after the auction was over. I watched as the pace of the auction picked up as each male was quickly bought up by the assembled nobles and merchants. The leopard that bought me also bought a few other males, mainly the older ones that were past their prime, for what purpose I had no idea, though I had a suspicion why he bought me.

After the auction ended the slavemaster met with each of the nobles that bought slaves to turn their slaves over to them after they paid him the gold. Once the slaver got to me, he began loosening the ropes that kept me from moving, making me collapse and whimper in pain as my arms, legs, tail, cock and balls began tingling as blood began moving through them again. I barely felt the slaves pick me up and drag me to a large, fancy chariot and place me on it. The slavemaster then forced a bitter drink into my mouth making me swallow and gag on it. No sooner had the liquid hit my belly, than burning warmth began filling my body and making me sleepy. My vision began to swim and get blurry as the black and red snow leopard stepped onto his chariot.

"Rest well kitty." He said faintly as my vision and hearing started to fade as I slipped into a dark dreamless sleep. "When you wake, you will be in your new home."