The Story of Dyona
#1 of The Story of Dyona
Hey Guys! It's Gezabelle! I've been racking my brain about what to upload, so I decided to upload a Slave Story. They are anthro, and Dyona is a brown cat! Just sayin' Hope you enjoy!
Dyona sat in the tightly grouped girls. They were enjoying they're mid-day meal. Her thin brown tail moving from side to side gently. "Yeah, and did you see Derek? He was working harder than Michal! They must have really messed him up." Emma said slightly smiling.
Staring down at her bowl of rice, Dyona picked up another few pieces of rice and stuck them into her mouth. The other girls were talking around her, but she and Emma were the closest...they were like sisters. Emma's eyes darted up and she layed her bowl down gazing up.
Dyona's ears turned to the sound of boots walking behind her. She sighed and placed her bowl down. Quickly grabbing a few more grains of rice and put them in her pouch, which was forbidden. The officer walked up behind them. "All right ladies! Get up!" He shouted at them. Standing up, Dyona had felt the heavy chains around they're ankles. She had almost totally forgotten about them.
The group of girls martched forward. They were going to the fields to pick the white cotten. On rare occasion they were given gloves or found them. Most things that have been dropped are picked up by the workers, and placed in they're huts.
Dyona didn't mind the work...reallt she didn't, it just pained her to see how everyone was treated. She had multiple lash wounds on her back and arms from when she had taken the wip for someone else or stuck her arm out to protect a child or the elderly.
Her tail lashed angrly as she watched one of the officers whip on of the younger adults. The slave's face...she didn't know him, nor had she seen him here before. He winced in pain as he was whipped a second time. His soft cream pelt stained with red blood. The officer bent down and spoke into his ears and spit on him. He couldn't do anything...I couldn't do anything...