Chapter XV, The Dark Temple
#16 of Tale's of the wanderer's
Chapter XV, The Dark Temple
(This story contains depictions of whipping and beatings, if such content offends you please leave now, if you are under age set by you're Country, State, Province for viewing adult material please leave now)
Marcus was mad... Marcus was downright pissed! His last nerve had been frayed after his head was beaten in and he was relived of any clothing he had and put into a crate and sold to some prick.
He could take the plan crash; he could take the animal people, hell he could even take being looked at as a monster! But after this new ordeal he finally reached the end of his long fuse.
Any human observing him could see his rage; big black crescents under both eyes, dirt covered him like a blanket and the lack of razor turned his normally clean-shaven face into what one would guess was the wild man of Borneo.
At least with the fox he had some form of companion. But now he was in a crate, being shrieked at by some Arabic sounding language by Fido. A nasty snarl ran out of his mouth...
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As far as Satel was concerned, the Hyena could buy as many slaves as he wished. As long as she received her proper respects she could care little about whatever the dogs loins compelled him to do.
Part of the lioness found the whole of Kuhama's political deeds somewhat amusing, but she was fickle in nature and found the best way to accomplish anything was at the end of a sharp stiletto.
The lioness enjoyed breaking slaves but a more important matter had arisen, she appointed two trusted followers to deal with the new arrivals.
The beast in the crate and fox were turned over to another acolyte who brought them deeper into the fortress like temple. Ayden to Kuhama's quarters and whatever the hell the thing in the crate was to the deepest dungeon, much to the delight of its new keeper.
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Gurur had seen a great many things in his long career, but the ram found himself squalling with delight when master sent him a gift...
At first when he heard the snarl of some terrible creature within the crate he thought it must have been another wild jackal or similar beast. But soon realized when he dragged it over to the jackal cage that he something greater.
All the desert dogs backed away from the crate in fear... Odd. So with a shrug he dragged it over to cage of darker beasts, they too sniffed the crate and backed away in caution.
The old Beastmaster was perplexed by the animal's queer behavior. Never before had he seen such fear from the jackals or the caution of these wolves. Carefully he picked a small stick from a bench and slid it into a small hole on the side of the crate.
"MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
The ram jumped back from the crate; he had been bitten a great many times and was missing three figures so he knew when to leave a beast be.
The ram was however intrigued at what master had purchased at the auction and he would find to his surprise that master's "Gift" was quite beyond what the ram thought it might be.
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Ayden's eyes burned with righteous fury, he did not lower his muzzle, he did not put his tail between his legs and he did not submit.
The Acolyte was quite taken aback by this, normally when slaves were brought to him were compliant and ready for service; whoever brought this slave did a poor job of 'teaching' him.
But the Acolyte was sympathetic to his former owner; a Fire-Fur was an extremely rare and valuable Slave, Which made training and 'discipline' extremely difficult. One would not wish to find an expensive slave 'unable' to perform his duties due to an overly rough trainer.
It was not a problem however, the rat had dealt in such precious cargo before and the fragility of the Fire-Fur could be worked around.
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Gurur scratched his horns in frustration; he had tried every trick to coax it out of the crate. A hock of meat laced with a powerful opiate, banging on the side with a stick, hell he even tried soft words to get it out.
Finally the only option that remained was to reach into the crate and pull it out. The old ram was wary though; when he was an apprentice of the age of thirteen he lost his patience with a lizard and grabbed it, that was how he lost the first of three figures, the second was lost into the gullet of an ornery lion, and the third was picked out of the teeth of a jackal. And as such he learned discretion was the better part of valor through trial and error.
He had an apprentice bring him a leash and club and gave the short goat a club, and with slow steps crept to the side of the crate.
Marcus crouched in the corner of box; the asshole outside the crate had thrown a piece of raw meat. He never touched it. Then roughly an hour later he began banging on the side of the box with a stick, and then he began to make baby noises at the side of the box, which regardless only served to annoy the human.
"Now, when I pull the thing out, get ready to club the beast if it gets out of hand," Gurur whispered to the goat. The boy nodded and raised the short sap.
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The Acolyte was perplexed; he had given the fox a good thrashing, I was likely the fox would not be able to lean or sit without being troubled by the wounds. And still he had his muzzle raised in defiance. His blue eyes burned with a mixture of pride and pain.
Regardless such willfulness would be corrected; the acolyte retrieved a better whip from the wall...
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"CLUB IT! CLUB IT NOWDAMN YOU!" Gurur screamed to his apprentice; the beast had its freakishly long figures around the Ram's neck and was shaking him violently.
The Goat pounded on the lightly furred back of the monster with the heavy sap. The boy was weak though, and each blow only elicited a grunt from the enraged beast.
The Goat-boy raised the club high above his head and brought it down on the beast's head with the sickening sound of bone ringing clear.
The beast fell forward and brought Gurur down with it. The Goat boy helped the ram to pry the fingers from his throat.
"(cough) we'll move it into that cage (Pant Pant) grab it arms," the ram said catching lost breath. The Goat obeyed and dropped his sap, he moved over to it. Gurur spat a large wad of spit out and breathed deep.
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"Master, the slave is proving to be quit uncooperative," the Acolyte said in a respectful manor.
The slave was still in the same position, kneeling with muzzle held high and tail straight. A few tears of pain ran down the side of his muzzle; Pride burned in his eyes and a snarl of defiance was on his face.
"Away! You clearly require more skill, out of my sight now before I through you to one of the beasts in the dungeon!" Kuhama growled, the Acolyte scampered away; in matters of politics and Hatua he was a patient man, but in the matters of the loin he was vengeful and cruel.
The Hyena turned his cold stare to his slave; no submission... something that greatly irritated the Hyena. He regained his regal composer almost immediately, and slowly began to circle the kneeling fox.
"Perhaps my little fox we are going about this the wrong way..." The fox did not understand this nor did Kuhama care if he did.
"A few lashes are clearly not enough to put you in an proper standing..." the rod he had seized from the Acolyte whistled though the air and cracked across his bruised back causing the fox to yelp.
"A new slave must learn, and I understand this..." two more lashes sang through the air.
"I know that adjustments are to be made..." three more strikes
"But I will warn you..." One powerful crack hit
"You will obey me..."
(Crack)
"You will submit to my desires..."
(Crack)
"And you will know you place..." The hyena whipped once more, his lashes were twice the power of the rat that had been disciplining Ayden.
The fox quivered; hot blood ran down his back, large angry gashes covered his back. Hot stinging tears ran down his muzzle like rivers. His muzzle remained pointed up in defiance.
A sick smile ran across Kuhama's face; he loved it when they resisted...
(I've been experiencing a bout of writers block lately, and any suggestions for the story or plot would be greatly appreciated as would any advice for me, Don't be shy I am still vary much a armature writer. feel free to use my Settings or Characters)