Christel - 001
#2 of Christel
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Christel
Where to start... Well, I guess simply with my name, Christel. I'm a wizard, apparently looking like 16 but really, really older than that. I'm a herm anthro hyena, and this is the story of my younger years. I'll begin when I was just about to be born, and keep in mind that this little story has really happened to me, so please don't hold me as if I were some weird bad mouthed fur. This and every bit of the story is true.
When I was still on the womb of my mom, I was cozy and warm, I had every need covered. I was like any other newborn, I was happy just to be inside of my mom. Then it all started: My mom started to have labor pain at 4 in the morning of a warm august night of 2598 B.C., the 21stt of august of that year, in Krotos, Greece. I was due a month ago, but I had several complications, mainly because my mom wouldn't dilate. I was born a baby hyena girl, and I yelled out loud when I was out of my mom's womb, as she was laying down on a simple wood table on the pet pen of whom I would later know as my master. The common room was filled with other slaves, and they all tried to sleep, even though my mom was screaming her soul out as she gave me birth. The midwife held me for a few seconds, and I was wrapped in a smelly blanket belonging to my mom, then simply a slave as everyone in that room.
My mom and I had a few intimate moments, and I sucked her milk, grinning, as soon as her teat was near me. Then someone took me away from her for the night, and I cried, hard, as my mom started to extend a hand to prevent them to take me away. My master told me later that my mom was raped over and over again the night I was born, having no regard about her pain and labor. A few male slaves got up by the time it was over, and simply had their way with her.
The first clear memory I have of my mom was with me being like four years old, and she was outside of the pet pen, taking some wheat and mashing it to create fine powder, to later make bread. She was at the moment with a complicated machine, tied up to it by straps, and she had to walk in endless circles to make the wheat be converted into flour. Yeah, it was a mill, but an indoor mill, a little one. She had someone always looking after her, and thus me, so the little private time we had was mostly at night, late, when I sucked tenderly her milk off her teat, and when I grew older, I simply laid beside her, in peaceful bliss. On the rare occasions that occurred, though, I was happy, and very much wanting to give her snuggles to make her forget a bit about our hard life.
At age seven I was taken out of my mom's care, and I will remember it to be one of my saddest days of my life. I was at the moment with a warm heart, I stared at everything with wide, big eyes, and tried to understand how it all worked. I was smarter for most babies of my age, I quickly got the way my comrades in slavery worked and what statuses they had. I took care to stay away at all points from the adults, taking my time and staying at the pen reserved for babies. When I could not go anymore to the baby pen, I stayed mostly out of reach of the adults, working as best as I could in the wheat fields. My hands hurt every days as the night came and I had to return to the main building, a shack really, 40 square feet of crudely made adobe and straw roof, which barely prevented a few leaks here and there. My sack was heavy when I returned, and everyday all I wanted was to lay down on a straw mattress and sleep, if the others would let me.
A year after that (I was aged eight when this first happened) I was called one night after leaving my sack on the main room into the slave ??????? (Chief), or transliterated, Archigos. That archigos was a known pedophile, and I could not refuse to go see him. He welcomed me warmly as he was sitting there on the hay bed, and he asked me to spend the night with him. I in my innocence agreed, happy to have again a warm body to sleep against. I was tired and soon I was half asleep in his bed, when he started to lift my clothes off me, arguing that he did not want to have the same clothes that I wore on my field work. I nodded still half asleep, and got up, so he would undress me. He did so, and I was a bit cold (November was a cold month in Greece.) So, trembling, I climbed up his bed, and got asleep fast. The archigos did not do anything else that night, but he kept requesting me to go to sleep with him at night.
One night, while I was coming back to the pet pen, I overheard the following conversation between two female slaves, I don't remember their species.
Female1: Seems that Archigos is happy with his new bed mate.
Female2: Uh? He has got a new bed mate?
Female1: Yeah, a filthy baby hyena, can you believe it?
Female2: Oh, I can, I know Archigos is fond of babies, but I didn't know he would fall that low...
I didn't understand what those females were talking about, so when I got again in bed with Archigos, I refered to him the conversation.
Archigos: Pay no attention to those two, they are always yacking, you and I have a lot to do tonight, so before we sleep I'd like to show you something.
Me: What's that?
He then undressed me like every night, and he also got nude. I knew something was up, but I wasn't really able to say what it was. As I laid beside him, I got close to his body like every night, hugging him and laying my head on the side to sleep. He however had got other ideas that night.
End of chapter 1